Megan's sisterhood

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Here is the next instalment. More to come.
In the meanwhile, thank you for comments and suggestions.


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Megan's sisterhood - part 7
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chapter 1   
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As time elapsed, situations where Pearl demonstrated her superiority on her husband became more frequent. In a couple of weeks, she went from a sexy secretary to a hot bikini model then to a figure competitor and finally an astounishingly hot bodybuilder. Not only she didn't care anymore to show off her body but she clearly enjoyed it. Offenses and mockeries were becoming almost inexistent as her body grew stronger and more intimidating.

One day, at the beach, Pearl was laying comfortably stretched out on the powdery white sand. Her toned muscles glistening in the sun, driving the attention of the people around.
The males looked at her discreetly with either lust or envy. They tried to hide their stares from their wives or adopted poses that allowed them to hide their raging erections. Meanwhile, the girls couldn't stop to consider the pros and the cons of such an unusual body and were clearly eager to know more about the bulking Goddess. They stared openly, secretly hoping that she addresses them a smile or any gesture that could allow them to start a conversation.

A man approached Pearl with a big grin on his face. He was only wearing black swim trunks to show off his toned body, he obviously worked-out and wanted everyone to know. She smiled, noticing that his eyes were locked on her rippling biceps, when he nodded unknowingly in appreciation.

-"Wow, you're beautiful, babe." the man said, his tone admirative. "Do you lift weights?" he asked, ignoring completely Paul who was lying next to her.

Paul, bristled at the compliment but he kept his mouth shut. The guy was taller and visibly stronger than him, and, albeit the guy was probably no match for Pearl, Peter knew that he hadn't a chance in a fight against him, thus he took it easy.

Even if he would never admit it, he was himself admirative about his wife's musculature, as well as her physical strength. He was lucky to have such a beautiful and capable partner, he had to grow used to it. If only that wasn't that emasculating. Therefore, despite a twinge of jealousy at the thought of other men admiring his wife or flirting with her, he knew that he would have to deal with that kind of situations more than he had liked.

-"I don't just work out to look good," Pearl said, a twinkle in her eye. "I want to be ready to protect myself..." she explained, "... as well as my husband if he needs me." she added, glancing to Paul. Then, she flexed her huge biceps close to Paul's one, "He's kind of weak." she explained, squeezing Paul's biceps teasingly to settle the comparison. "So I need to be strong." she concluded, "... Strong enough to defend us."

Paul's face fell at her comment. He knew he was smaller and less muscular than Pearl but he never imagined that she thought of him as weak.
-"I'm certainly not as muscular as you, Pearl, but I'm sure I could take care of myself in a fight," Paul said, his voice wavering as he tried to convince himself. But as much as he wanted to defend his masculinity, he knew Pearl was right. She was clearly the stronger one and he had been wise to rely on her to protect him.

The guy ignored Paul. He just asked Pearl a few questions about her workouts. Paul realized that he had never asked her about her stats and took mentally note to do it later. He wasn't really listening anymore his wife and the guy, lost in his revery.

The tall guy, on the other hand, seemed very interested by Pearl's answers as well as very impressed by the amounts of weights she was able to lift.


A few days later, Paul and Pearl were hanging out at a bar, enjoying their drinks together, when suddenly, a group of rowdy drunks entered the bar, making a commotion and bumping into people. Paul was feeling uncomfortable. He tried to slip away from the chaos when one of the guys accidentally bumped into him, spilling his drink all over him. Paul's face turned red with anger, but he didn't want to escalate the situation. The guy was tiny but his friends were way taller and stronger than him, he prefered to retreat. He was about to storm out of the bar when one of the guys, a big, muscular one, approached him.

-"What the hell, man? You're lucky you didn't spill that on me," the guy growled, shoving Paul.

Paul stumbled backwards, feeling small and feeble in comparison to the bigger man. He knew he couldn't do anything to defend himself, not physically anyway. He had always taken pride in being able to take care of himself, but in that moment, it was clear for everyone, including Pearl, that he was no match for the much larger man. He was about to turn and run when he saw Pearl standing next to him, her arms crossed, staring at the big guy with cool determination.
Paul was stunned by the sudden shift in his wife's demeanor. He'd never seen her like this before, looking so powerful and confident.

He couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment and shame as he watched Pearl step in and handle the situation, making him feel even smaller than before. He couldn't help but feel a little bit humiliated by the fact that she had to defend him, but he was also grateful for her presence. He looked up at her, feeling small and vulnerable for the second time this week. Pearl put her hand on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

"Don't worry, Paul," she said with a smile. "I've got your back." she added, glancing at the hunk menacingly while taking off her jacket to show off her bulging shoulders and her thick meaty arms. She stood still in her tiny top, voluntarily flaring her lats to stretch the tissue, forcing it to crawl upward and allow a good view on her astounishing abs.

The guy must have realized the predicament he was in as she flexed her muscles in a 'most muscular' pose, because he quickly backed off, his bravado evaporating at the sight of Pearl. She stood tall and proud, her eyes fixed on the guy until he turned and hurried away.

Paul stood there frozen, feeling a mixture of confusion and frustration coursing through his body. He had always been the one to take care of Pearl, but now he felt like he needed her more than the contrary. He realized that his masculinity was threatened, leaving him more unsure of himself than he already was. He knew he should be grateful for her presence and her willingness to protect him, but he couldn't help feeling like he was no longer the man he thought he was.

Anyway a third guy stepped in, as drunk as the others, but clearly more stupid and warlike. "You're not going to rule here, you, bitch!" he said as he cocked his arm to punch her. Pearl wasn't impressed. He probably was only trying to intimidate her and she knew that she was way more intimidating than him. She put her hands on her hips defiantly.

Against all odds, the guy punched her in the stomach.

To her big surprise, she didn't feel any pain, the force of the blow being easily absorbed by her armored core. She lowered her gaze and slid her manicured fingers sensually on the hard bumps forming her abs. She smiled to the guy. "They're hard, aren't they?" she asked, not really expecting an answer about something that was obvious. He was looking at her angrily while massaging his wrist, taken aback by the hardness of her muscles.She taunted him.

-"You didn't expect that, right? You weren't prepared." she said, touching her abs proudly. "I wasn't prepared neither, you know. Look at that." she said, flexing her abs, "Want to feel them?" she asked.

The guy was getting mad. He punched her again furiously. Obviously he wanted to hurt her badly. Anyway the following punches were as ineffective as the first one. In despair, he turned to Paul to punch him. Pearl didn't let him that opportunity. As his fist was about to connect with Paul's face, she grabbed his wrist, held his arm high in the air, then backhanded him. A stream of blood stained the counter. She released his wrist and he collapsed like a rag doll. Pearl stood above him calmly, watching him to fight against gravity to stand on his knees. When he tried to stand, she grabbed his hair and forced his gaze to hers. "I asked you a question but you didn't deign to answer." she said, "So you're going to feel my abs my way." she concluded.
-"No! No! Please, let me go." he begged.

She didn't answer. She just slammed his bloody face on her abs. There was a sickening noise. His nose broke against the rock hard muscles. She repeated the move again and again. The sound of the blows barely covered by his cries. Onlookers turned their heads as the poor guy's face became a gory mess. Pearl didn't flinch. She continued, looking defiantly at the group of guys who threatened her husband, until he stopped pleading and crying. She released him and he fell unconscious.

There was a short moment of silence. Then the group of idiots left the bar, carrying their friend, and everyone tried to resume his activities.

Later, as they sat in the car silently, Paul couldn't shake the feeling of humiliation that washed over him. He had always been proud of his masculinity, but now he felt like a burden, unable to defend himself or Pearl. They sat in silence for a few moments, Paul's emotions running wild in his head.

Finally, Pearl leaned over and placed a hand on his thigh.
- "Don't worry, Paul," she said, her voice soft and comforting. "You're still the man in my eyes. I love you and I always will."

Paul felt a sense of relief wash over him as he looked into Pearl's eyes. However he had always been the strong one, the protector, and it was difficult for him to accept the role reversal. Nonetheless, Paul leaned in and gave Pearl a hug, grateful for her support and her kind words. Maybe he shouldn't have, because as soon as he made contact with her bulky frame, her huge muscles reminded him how weak he was compared to her. Tears ran down his cheeks.

-"You're still the man, Paul, but face it, I'm stronger than you. You don't have to be ashamed, I'm stronger than most men." she said calmly, "Did you see how easily I knocked him out?... and he weighs probably twice your bodyweight."

A few days later, Paul's mind still raced as he tried to come to terms with the encounter at the bar. He still couldn't shake the feeling of humiliation and powerlessness that he had felt, but he also knew that without Pearl's help, he would probably have been severely beaten, thus, somehow he was grateful for that.

However, he couldn't find out if he was lucky to have a wife like Pearl or not. He thought about the benefits of having her. He knew that she would never be pushed around or bullied, and that she could defend both of them in any situation. Somehow, Paul couldn't help but feel proud of Pearl and her accomplishments. He knew that he had to deal with many guys' comments, but the more he though about it, the more he realized that they seemed to be admirative and respectuous.






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chapter 2   
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As Paul watched his wife doing the dishes, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at her impressive body. He had always been attracted to Pearl's physique, but lately, he had been feeling emasculated by her musculature and her strength.

As Pearl moved around the kitchen, he couldn't help but stare at her massive biceps and toned calves as she lifted the heavy pots and pans. He couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by her strength. He knew that he was an average man, maybe a bit shorter, but he couldn't help but feel like he was a bit lacking compared to his wife. Pearl was fully aware of his presence, nevertheless she ignored him until she finished the dishes. Then, she turned to Paul with a smile.
-"Is something wrong, hun?" she asked, noticing that he seemed a bit off.

Paul hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit embarrassed, but he finally decided to just be honest with Pearl.
-"I have to admit, I feel a bit... emasculated... by your muscles," he said. "Not that I don't love them..." he lied, "...but I just feel like I can't compete." he finally admitted.

Pearl laughed and pulled Paul into a hug.
-"Paul, you're a strong man in your own right. Just because I'm more muscular doesn't mean that I'm better than you. We complement each other." she said, hugging him tenderly, not realizing that she was hoisting him on tip-toes.

Paul felt a wave of relief wash over him at Pearl's words, hoping she was sincere, but the way she was lifting him without even noticing, just made his fears to pop up again.

He clearly needed to work on his own feelings.

A couple of weeks ago, he was proud to have such a beautiful and strong wife, but now that was too much, and, being held aloft by his wife made things worse. He was trully uncomfortable. To tell the truth, the situation was even more humiliating than the one at the beach or at the bar, because he had to surrender to his own wife instead of any bad encounter.

As Pearl just kept him in her strong embrace, he tried to encompass her biceps with his hands to size them. She couldn't tell if he was pleased or not by the size of the muscles. She knew that many men struggled with the idea of a woman being stronger than them, and she was way stronger than him.

-"We should work-out together sometimes. I can help you get stronger, you know." she offered not really meaning it, but trying to comfort him. She already ruled the relationship but she wanted him to accept his fate slowly therefore she acted as gently as possible.

Paul hesitated for a moment, feeling both embarrassed and intrigued by the idea. He knew that he should try to be more supportive of Pearl's strength instead of feeling threatened by it, at least until he find a way to stop her desire to bulk up even more, thus he answered accordingly.

-"I might just take you up on that offer, Pearl," he said finally, not really taking the offer seriously but trying to save time for reflexion, "but I have to confess that I'm afraid that you could lift more than me." he added, feeling a strange mix of excitement and apprehension
-"As a matter of fact, I do. You can't probably lift more than 150 lbs. I can benchpress more than the double easily." she said, not mentioning that she used even more on her warm-ups.

Paul's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe that Pearl could lift that much weight. He struggled to benchpress 150lbs at college and he doubted he could still benchpress that much. He assumed that 100lbs was a more realistic weight.

-"You can't be serious," he said, feeling a mix of admiration and envy.

Pearl flexed her biceps, she couldn't help but notice the look of surprise on Paul's face. He seemed both impressed and intimidated by her muscles.

-"You can't compare. You don't lift, Paul." she said, smiling reassuringly. Paul hesitated for a moment.
-"Visibly not as much as I should."

Pearl just smiled and said, "As I just told you, Paul, I may have bigger muscles, I'm still your wife and I still love you, no matter how much weight you can benchpress."

Despite Pearl's reassuring words, he still felt a twinge of insecurity at the thought of his wife being stronger than him.

-"You're amazing, Pearl," he said, trying to mask his emotions. "But I have to admit, I don't want a wife who looks like a man."

Pearl chuckled at his words. She flexed her enormous biceps and approached it to his face, realizing that it was almost the size of her husband's head.
- "You probably mean like a man who has biceps twice as yours, right?" she corrected. "Paul, look at it! It doesn't make me any less of a woman, does it?" she asked, cupping the big muscle with her other hand while forcing it even bigger with another flex. "I still love you, Paul, and I still need you. Just because I'm strong doesn't mean that I don't need you in my life anymore." she added, pulling him toward her and letting her heavy arms on his shoulders. "Let's go upstairs. I show you how much I need you." she concluded, smiling sexily, then kissing him on the lips.

His male pride was preventing him to think clearly but he felt a wave of relief wash over him at Pearl's words. He didn't like huge muscles on women, specially on his own wife, but he nodded anyway.
- "Yes. Let's go upstairs." he said, "I show you who's the man of the house."

Pearl sighed.






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chapter 3   
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As the days passed, Pearl was becoming bulkier, stronger and more confident. Despite Paul determination to keep the bonds tight in their couple, the situation was becoming more and more uncomfortable for him. His aversion to overly muscular females was inevitably coming back. Pearl's behaviour wasn't helping. As time elapsed she grew tired about her husband remarks therefore she decided to give him a harsh lesson.

-"Come here, weakling," Pearl teased, "I'm feeling in the mood for an arm wrestling match." she explained, pulling her sweatshirt over her strong shoulders, essencially to show off her bulging traps and her rounded shoulders to intimidate him.

Paul rolled his eyes and stood up, coming over to her by rote, still intimidated by her rough tone. He knew he stood no chance at all, she had proved her point a few times. However, he was going along with her games until he could find out another solution. He had no choice anyway, she could easily force him to do whatever she wanted, and refusing to comply was always to his expense.

The strong Amazon took his hand in hers, locking palms and staring into his eyes. She was already grinning, knowing that it would be over in a matter of seconds.

-"Are you ready?" she taunted,
-"Let's get this over with." the weak husband muttered, rolling his eyes again.

As soon as Paul said 'GO!', Pearl's arm tensed, and before he had time to react, she had already pinned his hand to the table. It was a complete and utter humiliation.

-"I told you it would be over in seconds, but, hey!... Honey!... Not even one?... You're just not strong enough to challenge me," the powerhouse teased with a smirk.

Paul nodded, his ego crushed.

He knew he could never take this treatment for long, especially knowing that she could take him down whenever or wherever she wanted and that there was nothing he could do to stop her. Imagining to be humiliated before his friends was too much for him. He sat in silence, thinking of a way to discourage Pearl from building more muscles. After a while, he came up with the idea of inviting Pearl's mother over for dinner, knowing fully well that she was a very feminine and old-fashioned woman who would surely be against the idea.

Days later...

Petra was greeted by Pearl at the door. Paul listened carefully but he didn't hear any rude comment about her bulky frame. He had expected her to discourage Pearl from building muscles, but instead, she seemed supportive of her daughter's new look. Paul watched in stunned silence as Pearl's mother entered the living room. Before the treatment, Pearl and her mother were of equal build, if not for the age difference they could have been mistaken for twins. But, when Pearl appeared behind her mother, Paul trully realized the extend of the recent changes. He didn't comment, he had to wait the right moment, but his heart almost stopped at the sight of his wife dwarfing her mother.

As dinner went on, the conversation finally shifted to Pearl's recent interest in weight training.

"Mrs. Smith," Paul said to his mother-in-law with a fake smile. "Would you mind having a word with Pearl? She's getting a bit... I dunno, too muscular if you ask me."

Mrs. Smith, who was notoriously against any type of physical activity beyond a light jog, looked at Paul with concern.

-"Oh, I don't mind at all. In fact, I think it's wonderful that Pearl is taking care of her body."

Paul's jaw dropped as Mrs. Smith continued.
-"I've always told Pearl that as long as she's happy and healthy, that's all that matters. And I can see that she's both of those things. So, good for her!" she said, smiling.
-"Mrs. Smith, I just can't believe that you're encouraging this sort of behavior from Pearl. It's just not proper for a girl to be lifting weights. Why can't she just focus on being a lady?" Paul raged.

Mrs. Smith smiled warmly at Pearl, then turned back to Paul. "Well, Paul, I can understand why you might be concerned. But as a mother, I can tell you that I'm proud of my daughter for pursuing her interests. As long as she's happy and healthy, that's all that matters."

-"I just... I think it's getting a bit excessive, that's all," Paul replied, trying to keep his voice steady. He couldn't believe his ears. He had always thought of Mrs. Smith as a traditional woman who would never support a woman building muscles. Now, he found himself running out of arguments and without any support. Nevertheless he still tried to defend his position.

Sadly, the more he tried to explain, the more Mrs. Smith's disapproval grew. He kept spouting off about how a woman's place was in the home, not in the gym lifting weights. Finally, Mrs. Smith had had enough. She couldn't let Pearl's husband's outdated beliefs stand in the way of her daughter happiness. She stood up and proclaimed loudly, "That's enough, Paul. Pearl is a grown woman who can make her own decisions. And I support her in whatever she choses to do. End of discussion."

Paul was momentarily stunned by Mrs. Smith's outburst, but he quickly shrugged it off and left the table without another word.

Moments later, as the evening went on in the living room, Paul decided to bring up again the topic of Pearl's muscles. He tried to play it off as if he was concerned about Pearl's health, but Mrs. Smith could see through his charade.

-"Paul, I've noticed Pearl is been going to the gym quite a lot lately. Look at her. She's taller, curvier, fitter, I'm pretty sure you like it. What's the problem, Paul? Is it that she's stronger than you?" Mrs. Smith asked gently.

Paul shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He had expected Petra to take his side, certainly not to be concerned by his feelings. He was shocked and devastated, his ego was taking a hit.

-"Even if Pearl were to stop weight training, Paul, she is already much stronger than you." Petra continued, "You have to deal with that." she concluded, staring directly into his eyes.

Paul had always taken pride in his average build, but now he was being told that he was no match for Pearl. His whole body tensed at the thought of being notoriously inferior to his wife. Worse, he knew that was the truth.

-"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Paul." Mrs. Smith continued, "Women can be just as strong, if not stronger, than men when they train. And from what I've seen of Pearl, she's already much more physically active than you, and way more stronger. So, why not embrace her lifestyle and join her at the gym?"

At first, Paul was stunned into silence. He had never really considered the possibility of joining Pearl in her workout routine, at least seriously. But as Mrs. Smith continued to speak, the idea grew on him. Why not use this as an opportunity to improve himself, both physically and emotionally? Firstly, it would be a way to support Pearl and connect with her on a deeper level. Secondly, being a male would certainly help him to build bigger muscles and thereby be the stronger one again.

Mrs. Smith held a soothing hand out to Paul, who reluctantly took it. Even though it was a difficult pill to swallow, he knew that she was right. If he didn't work-out himself, he would never be the stronger one in the relationship anymore. Meanwhile, as long as he supported and loved Pearl, he knew that his wife would continue to love him. That was all that mattered.

As Mrs. Smith left the room to talk with her daughter in the kitchen, Paul was left sitting there, completely stunned. He couldn't believe that he had misjudged Mrs. Smith's opinion on the matter. And he also realized that he might need to make some changes to his own attitude, not only towards Pearl's goals, but about of his physical activity.

Meanwhile in the kitchen...
Mrs. Smith was intrigued while Pearl explained her all about the "Emendatae" program. It was a highly exclusive dieting and weight training program for women, designed specifically to help them build strength and muscle mass. Mrs. Smith had thought that such a program was only for elite athletes, but Pearl assured her that anyone could do it with the right guidance. She went on to explain that the program was designed by a team of experts in the field of exercise physiology, nutrition, and biomechanics. The program was specifically tailored to women's bodies and took into account their unique nutritional needs, as well as the mechanics of the female form. Mrs. Smith was fascinated by the idea of becoming as strong and good looking as her daughter, and Pearl encouraged her to join the program with her. She explained her mother that the program was not only beneficial to physical health, but also improved mental health and cognitive function. In fine, Mrs. Smith was convinced, and she agreed to meet other members of the sisterhood.

As they discussed the details of the program, Paul remained silent, listening to them, alone in the living room, trying not to show his devastation. He couldn't believe that Pearl had kept such a big secret from him, and the idea of his mother-in-law being stronger than him was too much to handle.

He tried to hold back his tears as Mrs. Smith and Pearl sat next to him, still talking about the program, but he couldn't contain his emotions anymore and left the room, tears running down his face, wrestling with the idea of being physically inferior to Pearl and mainly Mrs. Smith who was thirty years older than him.





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chapter 4   
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As every month, Megan, Linda, and a few other Emendatae were reunited in a large room with monitors.
Each one had a task to do. Megan was the hostess, Linda operated the cameras and checked the screens while the other girls guarded the entrances of the warehouse to avoid any confrontation with trouble makers, essentially males who felt emasculated by those odd creatures, known as Emendatae, who were privating them from their rights.

With the help of a couple of cameras and displays set by Peter and Dave, Megan looked across the warehouse at the group of women waiting. The place was crowded. She smiled, proud of the program she had launched a few months ago.

She turned on the projector to display her face on the giant screen on stage. She waited until the whispers faded away slowly and the silence was set. Then, she cleared her throat and began speaking through the speaker in a confident tone.

-"Good afternoon, everyone. Thank you all for taking time out of your day to come here today. Since I'm sure everyone wants to go back home soon, I'm not going to beat around the bush" Megan said. "I know that many of us have been struggling with our self-image, especially as we get older." she added, pausing for a moment, listening at the rumor which clearly indicated she was right. "That's why I created the Emendatae program, to help women like us to become the strongest and best versions of ourselves."

The women leaned in, eager to hear more. Megan continued.

-"The Emendatae program is all about building muscle and boosting self-confidence. The gym is a safe space for women to come together and learn how to get results, while fostering a supportive and non-judgmental environment," Megan explained. "We will be doing things like weightlifting, yoga, and even group fitness classes. And of course, men are definitely not allowed at any of our sessions, except in certain occasions, for our own entertainment" she added with a sly smile.

The women laughed at Megan's last comment, their faces lighting up with excitement.

-"I know it's not easy to feel comfortable in a body that doesn't macht common standarts, but we can change these standarts. If you're here today, you probably know what I mean. I truly believe that with this program, we can all achieve the results we deserve. YOU can do it! And who knows? Maybe you'll even make some new friends along the way. New sisters!" Megan said, a sense of purpose in her eyes. She continued, "The hostesses at the entrance have selected a few questions among the ones you asked. I will try to answer them. Of course, any additional question will be welcome."

The women nodded, all of them eagerly looking forward for more informations about the program. Megan switched her computer display to a slide.

1. "What kind of workouts will we be doing as part of the program? Are there any specific exercises we should be avoiding or prioritizing?"

-"Any exercise will provide the expected effects. However, the members of the sisterhood will provide you a specific routine to shape your body as you want."


2. "How will the program be adapted to accommodate each woman's specific needs and abilities? Is there a possibility of injury or strain with any of the exercises?"

-"Wow!" Megan exclaimed, "That's exactly the kind of question I expected." she said, "Be reassured. Of course, I completely understand your concerns. It's important to make sure that any program we're involved in is both effective and safe. That's why I designed the Emendatae program to be personalized to each woman's needs and abilities. We'll work together to develop a workout routine that's ideal for you, while also taking your specific body type and any medical issues or sensitivities into consideration. And I can assure you that the program is safe, as we'll be using only light weights and body weight exercises to start, and we'll gradually increase the intensity as you progress. We'll also have a skilled trainer on-hand to guide you throughout the program, so you can be confident that everything is done properly and safely."


3. "What kind of support or guidance will be provided during the program? Is there a trainer or coach on-hand to help us through the workouts and ensure our safety?"

Megan smiles, "I already answered to that question. However, the program is not for everyone, and there are some risks and side effects involved. Participants should consult our doctors before starting the program to determine their eligibility and potential risks. They must also be committed to drinking two liters of water daily, as insufficient water absorption can cause problems with the program's effectiveness. However, for those who are committed and eligible, the program can be a game-changer. It offers a unique and effective way to build muscle mass and improve overall physical and mental well-being. With persistent effort and discipline, participants can achieve incredible results and unlock their full potential."

4. "What kind of dietary or lifestyle changes may be recommended as part of the program? Are there any specific foods or behaviors we should be avoiding or incorporating?"

-"Absolutely none. The Emendatae program, originally designed by a couple of scientists and me, is a revolutionary program for women that aims to boost muscle growth and self-confidence. The program is based on a set of pills containing auto regenerative proteins, which are triggered by water absorption. The pills work by optimizing the body's ability to regrow and repair muscles, leading to rapid muscle growth and increased strength. For the program to work, participants are required to take the pills and, as I already told, drink at least two liters of water daily. Remember that the human body is mostly composed by water. This triggers the auto regenerative proteins within the pills, causing the body to rapidly absorb and recycle them. As a result, participants will notice an increase in muscle mass, up to four pounds a day."

There was a rumor in the warehouse. Four pounds a day? That was 120 pounds per month! Nine fucking stone!

5. "What kind of results can we expect from the program, and how long will it take to see them? Is there a possibility of muscle or weight loss?"


-"I will answer that question in a moment." Megan said, smiling, glad to have the chance to address the women's concerns.

As Megan spoke, the women in the audience nodded along, intrigued by the results of the Emendatae program. After she finished her explanation, there was a brief moment of silence before one of the women raised her hand and asked, "How do we know that it works safely? Have you tried it yourself?"

Megan smiled, "Yes, I have. I've been on the program for the past several months and I can tell you that the results are incredible!" she answered, swapping to another slide with her past height, weight and a few measurements, as well as a picture of her before the transformation.
-"This is the old me," she said, "In fact, I'm just in the next room right now and I'd be happy to come on stage to show you my results." she said. With that, she excused herself and headed to the door, where she prepared to make her big reveal.

A few minutes later, she walked on stage, waving the audience in a tiny bikini. Her physique visibly telling all the women needed to know. The women in the audience gasped in surprise as they realized how much her body had changed since she started the program.

-"This is what I achieved from being on the program for six months. Just imagine what the program can do for you!" Megan exclaimed.

The women in the audience clapped and cheered, instantly convinced of the program's efficacy at the sight of Megan's body. In an instant she had won their trust and admiration simply with her own personal results. Her excitement was palpable.

However some women continued to ask questions, not sure yet that they were ready to join the sisterhood.

-"What if my husband doesn't want me to join the program?" a woman asked.

Megan smiled warmly at the woman, "I understand your concerns, let me to explain you what will probably happen." she said, looking at the women around, "At the beginning, your husband will like the idea that you join a gym and start working on your fitness... They all do, probably because they can't help but picture you with a fit and toned body. You know, the typical sexy throphy wife, the sex doll... He will even support you... Of course, as he will start seeing the results and realize that you're building more muscles than expected and probably more than him, he will change his mind." she said, smiling, "Unfortunatly for him, and luckily for you, at this point you've already built an impressive amount of lean muscle. thirty pounds in just a week, sixty pounds in two. He won't be able to stop you, he will have to accept your choices. With time, he'll learn to appreciate your new body, and believe me, he won't regret it."

Megan's voice was soothing and reassuring, and her words seemed to have a calming effect on the women around her.

-"what will happen if he takes my pills?" asked another woman.

Megan, brushed her hair casually, flexing her biceps by rote, as she prepared her answer mentally. The women chuckled, gawking at the impressive display of feminine muscularity.

-"It is important to note that the biological makeup of men and women is different and that this may impact the effectiveness of certain treatments, like the Emendatae one. It's completely ineffective on men." she said, looking at the crowd, "While it's true that the pills we have developed are primarily intended for women, the idea behind their creation is not to establish a new matriarchal order. Instead, the intention is to provide women with a safe and effective way to establish their own independence and authority within existing social structures. The current system is one that often favors men and undermines the abilities of women to achieve their full potential. Our goal is to level the playing field and give women the tools they need to succeed on their own terms."
Megan laughed.

Sarah and Mary were listening with attention at the huge and muscular woman who was on stage to promote her sisterhood while around them some women were praising the Amazon's health and incredible musculature. Of course, others were expressing their doubts and fears about looking like that. Especially the ones on the first rows, who just realized Megan's height as she approached the edge of the stage. They had been fooled by the perspective and just realized that the Amazon was around eight feet tall.

Mary turned to Sarah.     
-"Wow, look at her! She's so strong and healthy. And those muscles! I'm amazed by what the human body can achieve." she said. Sarah nodded in agreement.
-"I know, right. It's incredible to see the results of that treatment. I'm fascinated by the sheer physical power and strength that she has developed." she commented, flexing her own arm to constate its limpness and the obvious lack of muscles.

Another woman turned to Mary and said, "I don't think I could ever do something like that. What will people say? What if my husband doesn't like it?"
-"Honestly, who cares what people say?" Mary scoffed, "You should never let other people's opinions dictate how you live your life. And if your husband loves you, he'll love you no matter what your body looks like. If he doesn't, well, that's his problem."

The woman hesitated.
-"I guess you're right. But, I just can't imagine having muscles like that. I mean, what's the advantage? It seems like too much." she whispered, hoping that Megan wouldn't hear, unaware that the tall Amazon was focused on their conversation and could hear it clearly despite the clatter of the crowd.

Sarah stepped in and commented.
-"I can see how it might seem intimidating or overwhelming, but think of all the health benefits, the confidence and self-esteem that come with being strong and healthy. Not to mention that she's probably in the best shape of her life, and her energy levels and stamina must be through the roof... My God! Look at her! Muuummmm!" she said, moaning softly as Megan glanced to her briefly.

The woman nodded and said, "You're right. I hadn't thought of it that way. Maybe I should consider trying something like this. Who knows what I might achieve?"

-"That's the spirit!" Megan added, interrupting the women, "Never be afraid to push yourself and try new things. Life is too short to settle for mediocrity. And if you ever need some guidance or support, we're here for you." she added, "And don't forget about the libido level." she added, winking at Sarah who blushed as if the giant blonde had read in her mind.

Mary and Sarah sat on their chair. They were deep in thought, imagining how their respective relationships with their husbands would change if they ever used the muscle-building treatment.

-"I think it would make me a better wife," Mary said, looking over at Sarah. "I'm usually the one who does most of the housework, but with more strength and stamina, I could get everything done even faster."
-"You might not be the only one," Sarah replied with a smile. "Imagine how much more I could do if I had more muscle mass. I could lift heavier objects, carry groceries more easily, and be even more helpful around the house."
-"Yeah, but there's more to it than that," Mary said thoughtfully. "I think it would make me a better partner in general. I'd be more confident in myself, which would make me a better listener and communicator.". She hesitated then continued "Just imagine what we could do in bed with such a body, Sarah... Who knows, maybe our husbands would appreciate it as well."
-"I agree," Sarah chimed in. "My husband has always been supportive, but I think he would be addicted to me if I were to use a muscle-building treatment to be his perfect sex beast. And it would be an amazing feeling to know that he craves for my attention."

-"Plus I think that using such a treatment would only bring us closer together, Sarah, like two sisters. We'd be on the same journey, pushing each other to be the best versions of ourselves. It's all about working together, right?" Mary said with a grin, taking Sarah's hand in hers.

Sarah nodded, feeling a sense of excitement. "I can't wait to see how our respective relationships will change if we ever decide to use such a treatment," she said, grinning at her friend.

Mary smiled, pulling Sarah toward her to whisper in her ear. "And just imagine how we could convince our husbands to be more active regarding the housework."

Both girls giggled.

Petra, who was just behind the two friends, approached them.
-"You know, my daughter joined the sisterhood a few weeks ago. You should see her! She's not as bulky as Megan but she's already unbelievely sexy, strong and confident... But her husband isn't very happy with that. Your concerns are justified... However, I can affirm you that she hasn't been happier in years. She simply doesn't mind his stupid behaviour. He will change his mind. I know well he's impressed and feels emasculated, but at the same time, he's clearly amazed and aroused. It's a matter of time for his old fashioned believings to fade away.

Megan, who was still following the conversation, smiled. Mary, despite the all the positive aspect of following the treatment, was thinking about what would happen if her husband didn't approve the treatment. She sighed, glanced to Petra, then looked over at Sarah who had been supporting her throughout their conversation.

-"What do you think, Sarah?" Mary asked her friend. "What if my husband doesn't like it? What if he feels emasculated by my newfound strength and muscle mass? Do you think he will ever accept the role reversal?"

Sarah glanced to Petra who was chatting with another woman, searching for help before responding to Mary.

-"I think it's important to have an open and honest conversation with your husband about your desires and goals," she said. "Explain to him why you want to do this, and invite him to be a part of your journey. And if he does have any concerns or insecurities, work together to address them and find a way forward that works for both of you."

Mary nodded, considering Sarah's advice. She looked to Petra. The older woman smiled.

-"That makes sense," she said. "I just don't want this to come between us. I love my husband, and I don't want to lose him if I decide to use the treatment."
-"I understand," Sarah said, putting a comforting hand on Mary's shoulder. "But remember, communication is the key in any relationship. If you can approach this with love and understanding, I'm sure you'll be able to find out another way."

Petra interupted the two friends again. "Look at Megan, Mary." she said, "Do you think she's the kind of woman to be bothered by her husband's opinion?" she continued, "Mary,  you mentioned that he sometimes behaves in ways that aren't very respectful towards you. Perhaps if you had more strength and confidence, you would be able to let him know your needs and boundaries, and consequently help him to change some of his negative behaviors." she said while looking at Megan on stage. "Wait to see her husband. I have been told that he's adorable and deeply in love with his Amazonian Mistress."

Mary smiled, grateful for Sarah's and Petra's supports.
-"You're right," she said. "I'll talk to my husband when the time comes, and I'll figure out what's best for both of us."
-"That's the spirit!" Sarah said, giving Mary a thumbs up. "I know you'll make the right choice, no matter what it is. And if you need any more support, feel free to reach out to me. We're in this together!"

Suddenly the crowd erupted in cheers. Megan had just declared that she ruled the couple since she started to be stronger than her husband.

A girl close to the stage, looking both impressed and a bit nervous, waved to Megan to get her attention.
-"How did your husband take it at first when you started to get so much stronger than him?" she asked.

Megan chuckled, advancing toward the petite girl. She grabbed her by the wrist and hoisted her on the stage. Everybody noticed the difference in size between the huge muscular arm of the Amazon and the frail limb of the girl. Megan held the girl by the shoulders and pulled her against her hard body to face the crowd. The warehouse went silent. The girl didn't even reach Megan's chest. Megan broke the silence.
-"What's your name, hun?" she asked
-"Jenny, Miss."
-"Well, Jenny, he was a bit surprised at first, to be honest... But once he saw how big I was getting, and how much more ripped I was, he realized how useless it was to compete... He never made negative comments, he just supported me like a caring and obedient husband. And now, he loves it!... My strength trully arouses him. He's so proud of me and how much stronger I've become. He understands his role in our new relationship and enjoys it as much as me." she said calmly, taking pauses to allow her words to make sense among the crowd. She hoisted Jenny to sit her in the crook of her arm.s

The girl nodded, shiverring a bit, "That's amazing... I can't even imagine what it must be like to be that strong!... It's great that your husband supports you in it, and that he loves it. I think that's the foundation of any relationship - support and love." she concluded, caressing Megan's shoulder unknowingly.

The muscle girl nodded, "Definitely. Support and love are the foundation of any good relationship, and having that from your partner is so important. I'm so grateful to have a husband who loves and appreciates me for who I am, no matter how much stronger I get. And believe me, I plan to keep growing - physically and emotionally - so it's nice to know that I'll always have him by my side. However, there are husbands who are more reluctant. They need more time and training, which sometimes means more beatings and bad treatments, but they change their mind sooner or later, and finally they enjoy it as well... Well, there are maybe a few exceptions."

The crowd erupted in cheers once again, clearly impressed by Megan's confidence. The girl on stage looked up at her, feeling her muscles with the tip of her fingers. "Thank you so much for sharing your experience, Miss. It's a lot to think about but that will definitively change my life. Either it's going to help me through my own fitness journey, or it will change my sexual tendencies." she said, biting her lower lip sensually then kissing Megan's shoulder. Megan couldn't ignore the girl's attraction.

She could feel the girl's pulse accelerating, her body warming up too, she nodded, smiling, "Anytime, sweetheart. I'm always happy to help and support others on their own fitness journey... or whatever... Good luck, and keep going! You've got this!"

Megan addressed to the crowd again. "Every individual's experience is unique, and while some husbands may initially be reluctant to support their wives on their fitness journey, many ultimately come around and see the benefits of their wife's transformation. It's important to remember that this is a journey that can take time and communication, but it's worth it for the overall wellbeing of both partners in the relationship. It's also important to acknowledge that in some cases, there may be underlying issues in the relationship that need to be addressed, such as concerns about masculinity or power dynamics. In these cases, it may be helpful for the couple to seek out counseling or other support to address the underlying issues and find a path forward together. The sisterhood might be helpful regarding these concerns. Overall, it's important for couples to approach this journey as a team and work together to find a balance that works for both individuals while still supporting each other's personal growth."

Megan stopped, she had to laugh. She flexed her biceps and commented. "However when you have biceps bigger than his head, your husband always complies to your requests" she said.

The crowd laughed at Megan's comment, clearly entertained by her confidence and sense of humor. Some women in the audience couldn't help but ask for more details about how it feels to be so much stronger than her husband, and what kind of odd requests she made that he complied with.

-"Well, let's just say that I've never had a problem getting him to take out the trash or make dinner when I ask him to. In fact, he's happy to do it now, because he knows that I can provide him the protection he needs. I'm a strong independent woman who can handle anything that comes his way. He can rely on me... I think he's proud to have such a strong and capable wife." she concluded.

The crowd cheered, clearly inspired by Megan's response. One of the women in the audience asked, "How did it feel to first realize that you were so much stronger than your husband? Did you feel a sense of power or superiority?"

Megan chuckled.

-"At first, I admit that I felt a bit of a power trip. It was great to realize that I could lift more than my husband, who had always been the strong one in the relationship. I was stronger, faster, more resilient, and consequently more confident than him. But ultimately, I realized that it was just a shift in the balance of power, and that we were both stronger together than we were individually. And believe me, he's still a strong and capable man, even if he's not the strongest in the relationship anymore."

She let her hands on her hips then flared her lats, demonstrating her sheer power. "Well, in fact, he's not that strong and capable." she added, giggling.

The women in the audience laughed, clearly picturing a tiny guy, insignificant next to Megan's imposing presence, like Jenny a moment ago. One of them asked, "Do you think that your husband still feels like the 'man' in the relationship, even though you're so much stronger than he is?"

-"Absolutely. Like I said, just because I'm stronger than he is doesn't mean that he's any less of a man. In fact, watching me grow stronger has only made him more attracted to me and more committed to our relationship. And I think that's because he knows that I still need and want him, even though I'm strong and capable on my own."

-"Sorry to ask that," said a woman, "but does he still find you feminine?"
-"He definitely still finds me feminine!... Even though I'm stronger than he is, I still act and look like a woman." she said travelling her hands along her narrow waist then cupping her massive breasts, "Believe me, he appreciates that." she added, squeezing the soft feminine flesh and winking, "He loves that I'm a strong protective wifey, but he also appreciates that I'm still feminine and soft where it counts."

The women in the audience nodded, clearly reassured by Megan's response.
-"So it sounds like that being strong doesn't mean being less feminine or less of a woman for men. That's definitely good news." the woman said.

Megan nodded, "Absolutely. Balance is the key in any relationship, and it's important to remember that just because a woman is strong doesn't mean that she's any less of a woman. And it's important for men to understand that, too... Strength and femininity can coexist, and that it's not one or the other. It's both, and that's what makes us unique and special."

There was a long silence in the audience then a woman lifted her arm timidely.
-"Thank you for sharing your story and perspective, Megan! It's been really eye-opening and inspiring."
-"My pleasure! It's always good to share and inspire others. I think that's what life is all about. And if I can help others to feel empowered and confident, then that's all the better."
-"Doesn't any husband find women like you, with biceps bigger than their heads, too manly?" another asked.
-"I suppose some husbands might not be entirely comfortable with a wife who's physically stronger than they are, or who has larger muscles than they do." she said, stopping only to flex her huge biceps, "And that's okay -to each his own! But in my experience, most husbands are proud and supportive of their wives. Not because they chose to increase their strength and masculinity, but because they enhance their feminity, their sexual attractiveness as well as their sexual appetite. After all, it's not just about physical size or strength - it's about confidence,... self-assuredness,... self-empowerment,... sex-appeal and... lust. And when a woman has that, no matter what her physical appearance or size, she's a force to be reckoned with. Now if the real question is 'Does they still find us, strong women, attractive', then let me to tell you that there is no man on earth, happier and more sexually fullfilled than our husbands. I may be a bit crude but we, sisters, don't have any problem sharing our sexual experiences, as you may realize if you ever sign in. And believe me, you have no idea what a body like mine can do to a man... or a woman." Megan answered, winking to Jenny as she concluded.

Focused on Megan, noone noticed Jenny trembling at these words. The petite woman clamped her legs but that was too late, she came uncontrollably, soaking her panties with her juices. She looked around shamefully, blushing like a schoolgirl. Luckily, nobody was looking at her.

-"May you tell how much your husband can lift, Megan?... And what about you?"
-"Sure, my husband can benchpress 80 lbs for reps - We, sisters, need to check our husband's strength and resistance at the beginning of the program to avoid injuries.". She answered, smiling tenderly at the though of Peter lifting the tiny barbell.

She snapped her fingers and two guys, Peter and Albert, appeared on stage, bringing an empty bar. It looked like an Olympic one, except it was longer and thicker. It was clearly too heavy and slippy for their weak hands therefore they were using straps to carry it.

As they reached the center of the stage, Megan grabbed the bar and lifted it above her head without warning. The two guys hung silently at each end. "The bar is 200 lbs." she commented, "Let's say it's 450 lbs with the additionnal weights." she joked.

The crowd remained silent as she performed a few shoulder presses. She continued, having a knowing smile with the guys. "All they do at the gym is moving empty bars or making dumbbells to roll for us." she commented. "As for me, I can lift a bit more than that. That's pretty amazing for any human being, let alone a woman!", she said, flexing again to emphasize, as she held the bar one-handed.

Then, she let the bar on her traps and pushed forward, putting her enormous triceps in action. The bar bent slowly, accompanied by the defeaning sound of the mangled steel. "It took me a lot of hard work and dedication, but I'm really proud of myself for achieving this level of strength." She continued. Everyone nodded unconsciously and she burst out laughing, letting the bar on the floor. "In fact, it took me only three months with the help of the Emendatae program!... And that was really easy!" she corrected, crouching at the edge of the stage to grab two women by their shirts and lift them in the air at arm length.

There were cheers and applauses in the audience, and Megan curled the girls a few times, smiling gently. After that, she kissed them on the lips and she carefully deposited them where they were previously. It was untold, but everyone noticed how the girls gave in when she kissed them, how they encircled their thin arms around her thick neck, and how exhilarated they were when she let them on the ground. The power that Megan had on the women was undeniable.

Meanwhile, the guys were pulling on the bar, making it to slide on the floor as they couldn't hoist it in its curved state.

-"I have been told than your husbands call you 'Mistresses' is that right?" someone asked.
-"You're right, some of our husbands have taken to calling us 'Mistress'. At first, I was a little taken aback by it, I expected more resistance. But I've come to understand that for them, it's a sign of affection and respect. They admire our strength and independence, and they appreciate the role that we play in our relationships. And I've come to appreciate their support and admiration as well. However I think it's important to remember that every relationship is unique, and what works for one couple may not work for another. As long as everyone is comfortable and happy with the arrangement, I think it's okay to experiment and find your own way."

-"what if the husbands refuse to call their wives 'Mistresses'?"

Megan flexed her biceps and answered, "Do you really think they refuse?" she giggled. "If a husband refuses to call his wife 'Mistress' that may indicate a lack of acceptance or understanding of her new strength and confidence. It's important for couples to communicate openly and honestly about what they need, and expect, from each other. If a husband is not comfortable with his wife's newfound strength, it may indicate deeper issues that the couple may need to address, such as communication, trust, or respect for each other's needs and boundaries. However, it's also important for the husband to be supportive of his wife's growth and development, and to respect her choices and decisions, because in the end he has no other choice."

-"Now, before you leave, let me to introduce my husband, David." She concluded, welcoming her husband warmly with a strong applause. The audience applaused as well.

As David came on stage, the audience shut up instantly. Megan was standing 7'11" tall in her high heels, broad, strong, massive, hugely muscular. He was 5'4" and skinny. The crowd of women certainly expected her husband to be stronger than the two guys she had lifted previously like puppets. He wasn't any stronger.

They were in awe at the sight of Megan and her husband. They whispered amongst themselves, clearly impressed by Megan's and David's difference. Some people in the crowd seemed to be a bit intimidated by her size, but others seemed to be in admiration.
One woman in the front row looked up at Megan with a mixture of fear and respect, and then whispered something to her friend. The friend nodded in agreement and whispered back. Megan used her enhanced hearing to listen them. They were simply discussing the power dynamics of Megan and David's relationship.

-"Ladies, I'd like to introduce my husband. He's my biggest supporter and my rock." Megan said as she reached down to cup David's ass with her right hand.

The crowd cheered enthusiastically and clapped as she lifted him above her head while he was seating on her palm.

-"Thank you, Megan." he said, "I have so much respect and admiration for you. I'm so proud to be your husband."

The crowd cheered even louder and clapped even more. Women started to talk freely.

-"Wow, she's so strong and confident! And her husband is so supportive! That's really amazing."
-"Yeah, it's really refreshing to see a couple where the woman is the stronger one. I think more partners should be so supportive of each other, no matter what their roles are."
-"I can see that Megan is truly comfortable in her own skin and empowered in her marriage. It's trully inspiring."

Of course everybody wasn't as supportive and they were negative comments too.

-"Wow, he's so tiny compared to her! He must be really intimidated by her size and strength."
-"She probably always gets her way, and he just has to go along with whatever she wants. What a loser"
-"Yeah, he looks like a mouse compared to her!"

-"No wonder why she totally out-lift him at the gym!"

-"I bet he feels like a little kid standing next to her. She must make him feel so small and helpless."
-"I wonder if he's embarrassed to be out in public with her."
-"Yes. He must feel like such a wimp next to her. I bet he's always worried that she's going to snap him in half like a toothpick! However, he doesn't look to be frightened."

-"I can't believe she remains married with him."

Megan, who was listening the comments, nodded to David. He cleared his throat.

-"Please, ladies!" he demanded, requiring their attention. All the girls immediately stopped to listen to him. "I appreciate all the comments, ladies, but I want to make clear that I am not intimidated by my wife's size and strength... Not anymore... In fact, I am incredibly proud of the person she has become. I understand that some women may not understand the dynamics of our relationship, but I assure you that we are both happy and content with the way things are. Megan is my wife and my partner, and I am grateful to have her in my life, or to be totally sincere I'm grateful to her for having me at her side despite my weaknesses." He explained, smiling at Megan.

He motioned her to lower him. Then, as he could reach her lips, he kissed her before resuming his speech. "I'll be honest. When Megan first told me about the treatment, I was hesitant. I wasn't sure if I was comfortable with the idea of her becoming stronger and more powerful than me. Then came the fear. Can you imagine what you feel when you live with someone who is ten times stronger than you? Can you?... Then try to imagine what you could feel with someone who is hundred times stronger!" he asked.

He waited a moment, looking at the reactions, then he continued, "However, after seeing the happiness and empowerment that the treatment brought to her, I realized that it was important for me to accept her decision. It was clear that there was no going back... That wasn't easy at first, and I admit that at times I was stubborn and resistant to the changes that were happening. But, Megan was patient with me and helped me to see the benefits of the treatment." he stopped to look at Megan, blushing, "Benefits of any kind, even in love-making." he said, having a short pause. "I can consider now that I was a virgin before the changes happened. Our sexual life is now open to horizons we had never expected."
He stopped to take a long breath then continued, " However it was important for Megan to feel empowered and in control. To be honest, that was an hard process, but eventually I realized that I was wrong to be hesitant about the treatment and that it was something that truly brought joy and happiness, not only to Megan, but to the couple. Now, our relationship is stronger than ever and I am truly grateful that she pushed me to be supportive and accepting. Thanks to the treatment, our lives are truly heavenly and we couldn't be happier! Thank you, my Mistress" he concluded. Then he motionned her to pull him closer and he nestled himself against her, accepting with delight the soft caresses she administrated to him tenderly.

-"Well, these kind words will close our meeting. Goodbye, everyone. We have a few documents on this table for anyone who's interested in joining our sisterhood and the Emendatae program. It's all about women embracing their strength and becoming empowered in their relationships. If any of you would like to learn more, feel free to grab one of these documents or ask me any questions you may have. I'd be happy to answer them! My personnal mail, number, and address are noted on the last page. Thank you everybody. Have a good night." Megan conluded, "... If you can sleep." she added giggling, before she disappeared in the backstage, carrying David in her arms.

Petra lunged to the exit to meet Pearl who was standing at the door since she was a member of the security staff.
-"Pearl!... Pearl?... Did you see that girl?" she asked.
-"Who? Megan?"
-"Yes. Did you see her? Have you planed to get that big?" Petra demanded to her daughter.
-"Yes, mum. I hope so. She's amazing, isn't she?"

Petra nodded, agitating the membership form in her hand while her grin grew larger.





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chapter 5   
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A week after the meeting.

Paul sat at the kitchen table. There was an armwrestling match between Pearl and her mum. The older woman looked like a retired fitness competitor but Pearl was way more muscular. She could easily put to shame any male bodybuilder. She was in complete control. She watched Petra struggling, her grip becoming shaky. Paul could see the determination in Petra's face, but she was just not strong enough to win against Pearl.

Pearl was clearly enjoying the match and relished in her total control over Petra. Despite the deep love and respect between them, the daughter couldn't help but tease the mother. She was checking her phone, or brushing her long hair with her free hand, while sweat poured down Petra's face from the exertion. Petra arms' bulged, she was clearly giving it all, but Pearl was just too strong for her. If he hadn't been checking Pearl's muscles from the start, Paul would have also noticed the older woman's strong will.

When Pearl had enough, she won the match with a quick twist of her wrist. Petra was panting and sweating, but she had a smile on her face. She was proud of herself for giving it her best. She knew from the start that she was no match for Pearl but she had put a good fight.

As she shook her arms all sweaty by the effort, Paul presumed that she was exausted. That was an occasion that he couldn't miss.
-"My turn, Petra." he declared, sitting across the table with a confident smile. He was about to brag but as Petra put her elbow on the table and rubbed her pumped biceps, he watched her with a mixture of fear and awe.

Of course, she noticed.
-"I never though about muscles as a feminine feature, Paul." she said, "But be honest, don't you think I'm sexier now?" she asked, performing a double biceps pose, forcing her skimpy top a bit higher, uncovering her washboard abs for an instant.
-"I... I think that you're even sexier than Pearl... She's too muscular." he replied back, glancing to his wife as he put his elbow on the table.

Pearl shrugged but didn't reply. She waited for the two contestant to lock their hands then she counted.
-"3... 2... 1... GO!"

Petra started to push and easily dispatched him with one swift move. He felt completely embarrassed as Petra and Pearl smirked at him.
-"I may be too muscular, honey, but it seems that you're not muscular enough... What was that, Paul?" Pearl said, laughing. "You put up even less of a fight than a little girl!"

Paul tried to laugh it off, but he could feel Pearl's eyes boring into him, mocking, judging, and making him feel even worse about himself. He knew that he would never be able to live this down. He remained silent, nursing his bruised ego after Petra had humiliated him so easily. He tried to think of a way to get his pride back by challenging her to a rematch, but at the same time, he was afraid that she would do the same thing again. He should have known better than to take on her.

To his surprise, that was Petra who proposed him a rematch. He wasn't sure if he should be optimistic or scared, anyway his pride prevented him to refuse. They gripped hands. Pearl said 'GO' and he started to push. Petra glanced down at her phone, ignoring his attempts to pin her arm, acting as Pearl had just done with her. She seemed completely relaxed and confident, as if she was certain that she would win again. Paul tried to focus on beating her and he put all his strength into his grip. But with every move he made, Petra seemed to be able to counter it effortlessly. It was like she was playing with him, not taking him seriously at all.

As the minutes passed, Paul started to feel embarrassed again. He couldn't believe that he fell for Petra's trick. The older woman was texting peacefully almost unaware of his useless attempts to move her hand. Pearl watched with amusement, rolling and unrolling mindlessly a spoon around her littlefinger, as if it was playdough. Her phone vibrated and she grabbed it from her cleavage while continuing to twist the little piece of metal. She checked her messages and giggled. "Mum, come on. You're silly."

Petra was just toying with him, letting him waste his strength while she barely even broke a sweat. Finally, she had enough. Without even looking up from her phone, she pinned Paul's arm to the table, winning the match without even trying. Paul was humiliated. He should have known that he never stood a chance against Petra.

-"Can you believe it, Pearl?" Petra exclaimed, still holding Paul's hand pinned on the table, "I'm the hundredth member of the sisterhood." she said, "Linda wants to celebrate and Megan has already reserved a table at the restaurant with a few sisters."

Paul closed his eyes, feeling small and humiliated, while Petra kept his hand on the table. He tried to break free but she had a stronger grip than he expected. He couldn't move his arm at all and his shoulder was hurting now.

-"Am I invited too?" Pearl asked, pouring some coffee to her mother.
-"Of course! All the sisters who have completed the program are invited. I'm the only newbie." she said, letting her phone on the table to grab her coffee, "Thank you, dear." Petra smiled to her daughter as she took a sip of her morning cup of coffee, "I just bough an evening dress which will be perfect for the occasion."
-"The blue one you shown me yesterday?" Pearl asked.
-"No, a shorter one." she answered, giggling, "Patrick will be rock-hard all the evening." she commented.
-"Mum!? I'm your daughter, I don't want to hear this."
-"Come on, Pearl. I'm a sister now. You know well there is no taboo in the sisterhood."
-"I don't want to hear it neither and I'm not a sister." Paul said, trying to get free of Petra's grip.
-"By the way, Paul is invited too." she added, addressing to Pearl, ignoring her son-in-law and keeping his hand firmly against the table, "You know, Pearl," she continued, leaning forward with a serious look on her face. "I really need to thank you for getting me to join that strength program. I feel like a new woman thanks to you."
-"Aw, mom, it's nothing. I'm just glad you're finally taking your health seriously." Pearl replied, blushing a bit at the compliment.
-"You have no idea how much of a difference it has made. I'm happier, healthier, and stronger than ever before."

Pearl's smile grew wider, glad to see her mother so enthusiastic. "That's great, mom. I'm really happy for you."
Petra squeezed Paul's hand then finally released it. "What do you think, Paul? Am I stronger?"
-"I know I'm not as strong as you two, but you don't have to be so mean about it." Paul mumbled, massaging his arm and trying to move his benumbed fingers.

Pearl giggled, happy to see her mother feeling strong enough to tease her husband. Petra leaned back in her chair, sipping her coffee. She continued as if reading her daughter's mind, "That's not just physically, it's also made a difference mentally. I feel more confident than ever before, and I think that's a direct result of the strength program." she said, sending her empty cup toward Paul, making it to slide across the table, "Put it in the dishwasher, dear." she demanded him before turning toward Pearl, "What about you, darling? What are you going to wear?"
-"Put it yourself." Paul replied back as he was about to leave. Pearl grabbed him by his shirt on the back and held him in place.
-"I don't know, mum. Maybe my red jumpsuit." she answered, "It's form fitting but still very classy. Maybe a white dress. It's very, very sexy." she added, tracing her shapely curves with her free hand while she leaned her husband toward the empty cup. "I will probably wear my glitter platforms, the 9" ones." she continued casually, unaffected by Paul attempts to escape.
-"Nine inches? Oh my God! But you will have to stoop by the doors!"
-"Mum, even with them, I will be one of the shorter girls there." she said, releasing Paul who had reluctantly grabbed the cup to put it in the dishwasher. "Follow me upstairs, mum, I show you."

She glanced to her husband to check that he had complied. He shrugged as he noticed her gaze on him.
-"I go to the club-house." he said, "Chad wants to talk with me."
-"You go to the club-house when you have cleaned the mess you have done and when you have my permission." she said, pointing to the table.
-"So now, just because you're stronger than me, you think you can command me?... You think I'm going to be your slave?" he replied, trying to remain as calm as possible but shiverring uncontrollably, "You must be kidding."
-"It's up to you, honey." she said, brushing her hair with the only purpose to display her massive biceps, "But disobey me and you will have to deal with the consequences." she warned, turning her back to him and walking away, not even flinching as her massive shoulder hit the doorframe. She was pissed off. Paul gulped, visibly shaken, but clearly relieved as she left the kitchen.
-"You don't intimidate me." he said as she was climbing the stairs, "There are laws to protect me. If you beat me, YOU will deal with the consequences." he menaced her, just realizing that she had dismounted the doorframe with her shoulder.






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chapter 6   
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Peter entered the hall of the building, which had been recently purchased by the firm, and walked toward the corridor leading to the open space. Amanda had recently decided to move to a new building offering more facilities to the employees, particularly to the girls, since the Emendatae women needed more room to work as well as furnitures designed for them.

Peter held his badge close to the sensor and the heavy door slided smoothly to allow him to pass. The motion was slow and Peter had to wait patiently that the door was open. Meanwhile, he waved to the the young guard who was adjusting her make-up at the reception desk. She waved back, smiling, squeezing unvonlutarily her huge biceps in the tight sleeve of her uniform. The white shirt was stretched to the max and tearing sounds echoed through the empty hall as the cloth crawled along the massive limb.

-"Hello, Pete." she said, resuming the painting of her juicy lips.
-"Hello, Mistress Grace." he answered, lowering his gaze sheepishly as he noticed the amused grin of the young beauty. He knew well that she was enjoying to see him waiting at the door, unable to push it open. Peter couldn't help but remind how easily these girls slided the doors open without the assistance of the electrical motors. How weak and pitiful should he look like? He avoided cautionly to meet her gaze.

As soon as the door opened enough, he struggled himself through the aperture and lunged to the open space. He greeted the other secretaries.

-"Hello, John! How are you, dude?... Hello Duncan, Sean, Miguel. Everything's fine?"

The guys nodded. John was at the phone, probably with his boss, he didn't answer and just waved to Peter. Duncan was printing documents, reading them carefully, checking that there was no typos. He seemed a bit nervous. Sean was preparing a few coffees that he was putting on a tray. Peter pointed to the coffees.

-"The girls are already here?" he asked.

Miguel answered him, as he set a bouquet of flowers on the tray, "Yes. Pearl is here. She's in her office, waiting for you. Duncan's boss is here too in Amanda's office."
-"Daniela?"
-"Yes. That's why he's a bit nervous. He didn't finish the printing she demanded." Miguel comfirmed, motionning to Duncan.

Duncan was on the verge of crying. Daniela was tyranic with her secretary, obviously, making him to pay for the years of bad treatments she had been suffering when he was her boss. The fact that both had Irish roots didn't help at all. Oddly, the tall redhead was very gentle with the other secretaries, even flirtatious in a few occasions. She even had a few dates with Miguel who was trully in love with the newly promoted project manager.

-"You expect these flowers to calm her down, Miguel?" Peter asked, winking to the hispanic coworker. Miguel giggled.
-"No. I just hope she will be pleased reading the little poem which I slipped among the Easter lilies." he answered, blushing a bit and handling Peter a cup of coffee, "This one is for Pearl."
-"Thank you, Miguel. Good luck with the poem." he said, grabbing the cup of coffee, almost spilling it as Duncan passed by, running to Amanda's office with an heavy pile of documents which he barely could hoist even with both hands.

Peter nodded to Miguel then lunged after Duncan to approach his badge from Amanda's door in order to open it for him. Duncan smiled gratefully. He hadn't to wait for long at the door because Daniela pushed it open in a flash. She grabbed him by the back of his shirt and hoisted him off the floor, "You're late!" she said, pulling him inside then closing the door behind her.

Peter badged at Pearl's door and arranged his shirt while the door opened.
-"Peter, I was waiting for you. Come in, please." Pearl said as she made her chair to roll backward and patted her thick thighs.
-"Good morning, Mistress Pearl."

Peter approached then offered her the cup of coffee that Miguel had prepared. She took the coffee in one hand while lifting Peter with the other to sit him on her thigh. They remained silent for a moment as she sipped her coffee. He respected her silence and waited patiently for her to communicate. At some point, she took a deep breath and nestled him in the crook of her free arm while finishing her coffee. She seemed a bit worried by something but he didn't dare to ask.

-"Come here!" she finally said, pulling him between her legs and facing him to the desk, "Write, please." she commanded, caressing her his ass softly.

He quickly grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen. "I'm ready, Mistress."
-"Good!" she said. Then she started to dictate a mail for a customer calmly.

She had him between her legs, slightly squeezing his sides, and caressing his hair from behind. He could feel the soft touch of her breasts on his back and tried to focus on the writing to prevent an unwanted erection. When she finished, she leaned forward, forcing him to stoop over the desk due to the weight of her massive tits. She grabbed the sheet of paper, snaking her huge arm around him, voluntarily constricting him a bit, then she started to read, letting her chin on his frail shoulder.


"Dear Mr. Brokenback,

It has come to my attention that your account is overdue for payment.

I am not aware of any disputes or reason for non-payment, therefore I would respectfully remind you that you have exceeded the trading terms for these outstanding amounts and I would be grateful to receive your remittance as soon as possible.
Otherwise, I will personally collect the due and carry out the execution of the sanctions."

"Change 'as soon as possible'." she said, "Replace it by 'tomorrow latest deadline.' instead." 

Peter shuddered at the though of Pearl punishing the customer. She squeezed gently, somehow reassuringly. He tried to keep his composture but she was ondulating slowly, rubbing her nipples on his back to tease him as she continued to read. He stood immobile, imagining her muscular body overwhelming his own. He was already hard, aroused and reassured by her caresses, knowing that she was enjoying it since he had noticed that her nipples were growing bigger and harder.

She continued to press her tits on his back softly, waiting desperately for something she knew inevitable. That wasn't long. Soon, she felt the tremor. The aroma of his cum hit her nostrils. He had surrendered to her raw feminity. She closed her eyes then released him. He was about to apologize, trembling like a leaf, but she talked first.
-"I wish that Paul were as sensitive and responsive as you when I caress him." she commented, kissing him on the cheek. He blushed.
-"You know, Mistress Pearl, I was reluctant too at the begininning. Mistress had to teach me a lesson a few times before I realized my luck to have such a beautiful wife. If you permit me, I could help you with that... In return, I might ask you a favor, Mistress."

Pearl looked at him with disbelief, "Out of curiosity, how could you help me with that?... Paul is so stubborn." she said.
-"I can't help you... but my Mistress can... and Mistress will if I ask her, Mistress Pearl." he replied, proud of the machiavelic plan that was just burgeonning in his mind.
-"Linda?" she asked.
-"Yes, Mistress."
-"How?"
-"Well, you need to show your husband both sides of the coin, Mistress. The harsh side with the punishments, the training, the beatings even, all this leading to his liberating submission... Then, the good side, with the caresses, the sexual prouesses, the tenderness and the protection you can give him, leading to an unconditionnal surrending to your highness, Mistress." he explained, caressing her biceps by rote with his tiny hands. "You know, I noticed some changes in my Mistress since we moved to the new house. Her attractiveness, her sex appeal, have increased significantly. She can turn any guy's mind to mush if she wants to. She could make Paul addicted to her, then deny him her attention." he added, looking in her eyes. "He will be lost, craving for the attention of a powerful Emendatae. He will automatically come back to you with an irresistible lust for your huge and sexy body, Mistress."

Pearl caressed his temples while she considered the proposal then nodded, "OK! I listen to you. Explain me clearly what you have in mind. But what do you want in return? If you expect me to let you back the position of CEO, you might be disappointed."
-"No! No! I'm fine with our new positions, Mistress. I feel more relaxed doing a work which is more within my capabilities, plus, you're way better CEO than I was... No, Mistress, I only need you to help a friend of mines... Miguel."
-"Miguel?... You mean the project mana..." she stopped in her tracks as she realized that Miguel was no more a project manager. "I mean Maria's secretary?" she corrected.

Peter nodded, blushing a bit, ashamed by the request he was about to do. Pearl lifted him effortlessly and sat him straddling her huge thigh, facing her. She smiled. "Miguel is cute. He has a crush on Daniela." she said, giggling, "What kind of help does he need?" she asked.

Peter grinned, looking at the blonde Amazon knowingly.
She laughed as she guessed what the request was. "You want me to talk to Daniela?... Really?"
-"Yes, Mistress. Miguel is too intimidated to ask her out."
-"You're so cute." she said, squeezing his chin softly then kissing him on the lips. "That's very nice of you to help your friend... but I'm afraid that Daniela is in love with Sean."

Peter lowered his gaze, sadly affected by the revelation. Pearl brushed his hair gently with her long fingers to comfort him. She explained "He knows how to chose words which touch her deeply."
-"Sean?" he asked.
She put her finger under his chin and tilted his head to force his gaze up to hers. He corrected himself. "I mean... Sean, Mistress?"
She nodded. Peter continued, "Well. In that case, Mistress Pearl, I should tell Miguel to stop writing poems to Mistress Daniela, as well as offering her flowers. That will be a waste of time and money."
-"Miguel writes her poems?" she asked.

Peter couldn't answer soon enough. The door slided and Daniela entered the office waving a little card, "He wrote me another poem!" she exclamed, handling it to Pearl, ignoring completely Peter who was still sitting on Pearl's thigh.

Daniela smelt the eastern lilies she held in her other hand. Her chest expanded significantly. It stretched the white blouse to its limits. A couple of buttons popped letting to appear the pink lace bra underneath. She didn't even notice.

Peter leaned toward Pearl and told her the short poem he had just read moments ago. Pearl nodded as she was reading the card. Obviously Miguel was Daniela's secret admirer.





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chapter 7   
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Pearl went back home after a long day of work. Paul was sitting at the kitchen table, his face was bruised and swollen, looking like he had just emerged from a boxing ring. She sat across from him, a look of concern etched on her face.

-"Tell me what happened, honey?" she asked, placing a hand on his arm reassuringly.
-"I... I... I got in a fight," Paul stuttered, his voice wavering. Pearl stood up and came behind him to massage his neck and shoulders as gently as possible.
-"Tell me everything, honey." she demanded.

Paul hesitated but he explained the details of the fight. Pearl sat listening intently, trying to make sense of the situation. She hadn't seen Paul this broken before, and it pained her to see him like this. Tears streamed down Paul's face as he told the story of how the "freak" had beaten him to a pulp, leaving him lying on the floor, helpless.

Pearl listened, growing more and more concerned with each passing second.

-"Who?" she asked, her voice starting to shake with anger. "I want to know who did this to you."

-"A... a big guy, he was huge. He... He just..."

Pearl's muscles tensed. She stopped her hands on his neck, the gravity of his words hitting her like a ton of bricks. Before he could even finish his sentence, she cut him off. "Paul, it was a girl who beat you. Admit it! It was Chad's wife, Clara." she said, her voice loud and firm.

Paul's expression immediately fell, and he knew he was caught in a lie the moment the words left Pearl's mouth. He hung his head, ashamed, and started to cry like a child.

-"I'm sorry," he sobbed, "I'm so sorry. You're right. It wasn't a big guy. It was Clara." Paul confessed. He looked up at Pearl, his eyes red and puffy. "She's a monster! A freak!"

-"A monster like me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, but her strong fingers tightening their grip around his neck. "Now, tell me what happened."

Paul took a deep breath before responding, "Yes, It was Clara. We had a disagreement, and... and..." he couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence and started to cry. Pearl sat in frightening silence, trying to process what Paul had just done. She had always thought of him as a strong and confident man who placed honesty above all else, but in that moment, she saw him as she had never seen him before... A liar.

-"How could you lie to me like that?" Pearl asked, her voice filled with pain and betrayal. "How can you do this to me?"  she repeated.
-"How can YOU do this to me?"  he spatted back, "Look at you! You're a freaking monster with arms bigger than my thighs! She was smaller than you and look what she did to me!... I can't bare it anymore. We are a ridiculous couple. I won't stay a single minute more in this house." he said, standing up and lunging upstairs to the bedroom.

Pearl followed Paul upstairs, grabbed him by his shirt, and carried him in front of the mirror. She flexed her left arm while holding him aloft with her right. "You say that the girl who beat you wasn't as strong as me?" she asked, "In that case, I suggest you to reconsider your decision, my dear husband. You're going nowhere unless I tell you so." She shook him like a rag doll then threw him violently to a corner of the room, "If that's the way you want it, you're grounded for a week! If you ever dare to leave this room, I swear that you will regret it!" she exclaimed with rage, punching the wall to emphasize her words, with such a force that she left a big hole just above his head. He pissed his pants, shaking uncontrollably, but she didn't notice, she was already out of the room, not even caring to close the door behind her.

A couple of hours later, Pearl came back from the gym. She went directly to the bathroom, not bothering to check that he was still in the room, because she knew he certainly was. She took off her white cotton dress to avoid ruining it. Then she looked at her reflect in the mirror while attaching her blonde hair in a nice bun. She flexed her arms in purpose while fixing the hair. They were pumped to the max, probably bigger than the last time she measured them at 24". She took some oil in her palm from a little steel box then rubbed her hands together looking at her tits to bounce on her pectorals. Then she caressed her huge biceps, squeezing them with her long fingers to check the hardness. She applied the tan oil slowly, watching her muscles to glisten as they were coated one after one. She flexed her abs, letting her fingers to bounce on the ridges as she touched them. They formed an impenetrable wall of beef which aroused her. She moaned, letting her fingers to slide along her pussy, then she smiled at herself through the mirror.

She finished the content of the metallic box of oil, taking it in her fingers then spreading it on her muscular thighs. She massaged the massive limbs with care, trying to cover all the extend of the muscles. Then she put the little box between her pectorals and performed an impressive 'more muscular' pose which crushed the box inexorably, in a delicious creaking sound which demonstrated the superiority of the muscles over the metal. She kept it there while she continued to massage her muscles to relax them a bit as well as to make the oil to penetrate her perfect skin. When she finished, she let the mangled box to fall in her hand then she squeezed it tightly to form a little ball of metal before throwing it in the bin.

She put her dress back, not caring to wear any underwear, and put on a pair of stilettos to add four inches to her already imposing frame. She stooped slightly to see her reflect in the mirror. She applied lipstick on her lips, bit them sexily, then she untied her bun to let her long golden hair to spread smoothly on her massive shoulders.

She was almost ready. She opened a paper bag from the Sisterhood shop and pulled off two white leather belts which were commonly used as armbands by the Emendatae. She delicately unrolled them around her massive upper-arms and adjusted them, one after the other, tightening them slightly. The streching of the material was supposed to let room enough for her to flex her biceps. She flexed slightly to check, then she loosened a bit the right belt. She didn't want to break it prematurely, she knew she could, even unvoluntarily.

Finally, she left the bathroom, stooping under the door frame because of the heels, then she headed toward the bedroom. Paul was still at the same place, trembling. The smell of the piss hit her.

-"You stink!..." she said, grabbing him by his collar with one hand, to help him on his feet, "Take off your clothes!" she commanded, "Now!"

He complied without a word and, in a matter of seconds, he was standing before her in his underwears. She ripped them off.

-"Go to the bathroom! Take a shower! Then come back here... Naked!... You have two minutes." she spatted while grabbing the clock on the nightstand to set the countdown, "Countdown starts now." she said casually, noticing the hole in the wall which offered a good view on the bathroom. Paul was already entering the shower cubicle. He was fast. While she watched him to shower, she wondered if he had peeped on her while she oiled herself. Anyway she didn't care. She sat on the bed and waited patiently, reminding his fight with Clara at the sight of the bruises on his chest. Of course, considering that the beating was unilateral, the term of 'slaughter' was more adequate.

The beating had been carefully planed by Peter as a part of their plan to change Paul's mind. Clara had been chosen because she wasn't yet a complete Emendatae, although, after three weeks on the program, she could put to shame any male bodybuilder. The fact is that she could beat Paul without hurting him permanently and, of course, without being hurt herself. Plus Clara was Chad's wife, one of Paul's co-workers. Of course, Chad wasn't aware. Peter had thought of everything. Clara had to meet Paul at the park in the evening, after work. At that hour it was usually deserted.


-"Here you are! How comes you're arriving home so late?" Clara asked to her husband, rolling up her sleeves along her thick arms.
-"Honey, I was just chatting with Paul... Paul, meet my wife Clara" he answered nervously.
-"Chatting? About what?" she asked, crossing her arms to make them look even bigger. Chad gulped. "Chatting about what?" she repeated.
-"Clara, stop it!" Paul replied back. "You're not going to..." He didn't finish his sentence. With a simple backhand, she had sent him to the ground.
-"Don't ever interrupt me when I'm talking to my husband." she warned him. Then she turned toward Chad.
-"We were talking about the pros and the cons of having an Emendatae wife." he said, lowering his gaze.
-"If he had such a wife, she could defend him. Look how pathetic he is." she commented.
-"Actually I hav..." Paul tried to argue but she had grabbed his neck and was already squeezing.
-"So you're a slow learner, Paul. You interrupted me again." she said as she punched him on the stomach. He fell on all fours, groaning. She kicked his face with her knee. Blood splattered all around as he went flying on his back. He started to cry.
-"Please! I'm sorry." he managed to say despite the pain.
-"Look what happens to disobedient guys, Chad." she commented, hoisting Paul while he begged her to stop, curling him a few times like a barbell, lifting him above her head, then throwing him a few yards away. "Are you a disobedient guy, Chad?" she asked while Paul rolled on the dusty path.
-"No! No! Of course, not!"
-"Good." she said, walking toward Paul, "because I wouldn't like to do that to you." she added, punching her victim in the face and slapping him until he was unconscious. Finally, she ripped his shirt peacefully and wiped her hands from the blood.

Chad watched, trembling, tears running down his cheeks.


Paul came back from the shower, pulling her out of her revery. There was still a minute remaining, but he couldn't know. therefore he was crying like a sissy waiting for Pearl's decision. He jumped when Pearl forced the clock to ring.
-"Just in time." she said authoritatively, still sitting at the edge of the bed and looking at him in the eyes. She put her hands on her hips and flared her lats to intimidate him even more. "Come closer!" she commanded. He advanced toward her. "Closer!" she repeated, pointing to the floor between her legs as she parted them. He stood still between her mammoth legs silently, lowering his gaze in submission. He remembered how easily she had discarted that guy at the bar and she was way stronger. He knew he was no match for her. He couldn't fight, he had to submit.

She rummaged in the paper bag and grabbed a harness. The Sisterhood harness. It was made of thick leather, white, assorted to her armbands. "Step in!" she commanded, pulling him toward her then forcing the leather straps around him, squeezing his puny body within them. Then, as slowly as possible, she attached all the buckles silently, letting him to guess what she was doing. When she finished, she forced him to turn around a few times. "Perfect!" she said, grabbing a leash in the bag then attaching it to a ring on his neck.

She stood up and headed toward the full length mirror on the wall. "On all fours! Now!"
-"No way!" he answered as the humiliation oddly fed his bravado. "I won't..."

He never had a chance to finish his sentence. Her strong hand was squeezing his neck, holding him aloft effortlessly. She looked at him patiently as he turned purple. His efforts to escape were pathetic and useless. He couldn't pull her fingers apart and he was only hurting him more as he squirmed and wiggled like a fish out of the water. She waited until she figured he was about to pass out then she released him. He fell on his knees coughing and trying desperately to catch his breath. She pulled on the leash and he went on all fours, between her and the mirror.

-"Kiss my feet!" she ordered.

He complied instantly, knowing that was useless to resist. "Look at you in the mirror!" she said, forcing his gaze toward the mirror with her foot. "Smile to the camera!" she added, "... and don't stop kissing."

Again, he complied. He resumed his nibbling on her feet, trying to smile despite the fear and the humiliation. He was crying loudly but she didn't care. She stoically recorded the scene with her phone while commenting. "You're my pet, Paul. You will behave as such, as long as I tell you. Bark if you agree."

He was scared. He barked between sobs. "Woof! woof!"
-"Good pet." she commented, "Now, sit!" she ordered. He sat immediately in a doggy manner. "Lay down!" she demanded. He laid down sheepishly, as quick as possible. "Good... You're a good learner and will avoid a lot of beatings... Now, lay on your back!"

He complied and she put her foot across his neck, theatening to crush his windpipe. "If you ever answer back when I ask you something, if you ever refuse to comply or if you are disrespectful, I swear I crush you like the little bug you are."

She applied more pressure to his throat to emphasize, preventing him to answer or even breath. He was turning purple again. "Bark if you agree." she demanded.

He tried to bark but no sound escaped from his lips as he opened the mouth. She relieved the pressure on his throat and he gasped for air, groaning. "I take it as a 'YES' for now." she said, crouching to grab him by the hair. "Listen to me carefully, puppy... You're not allowed to talk anymore... When demanded, you bark once for 'NO' and twice for 'YES'. If you need to tell me something else, you have to request permission by barking three times." she conluded, releasing his head and letting it to hit the floor carelessly as she slid her fingers downward.

She grabbed his cock and squeezed. "You're not allowed to dress or stand up. You remain dressed with the harness..." she said while massaging his cock, "... on all fours or laying down... until I tell you." she continued, squeezing slightly to check the hardness of his cock between her fingers, "You're authorized to wander through the whole house, including the garage and the garden. That's up to you." she precised, "But if you ever dare to leave the allowed area, you will regret it." she warned, grabbing him by the harness and standing up.

He hung at arm length, facing the ceiling and balancing smoothly, while she continued to massage his flabby cock with her other hand. She slid her thumb slowly on its top while the tip of her fingers caressed the huge vein running along its full length. The moves were slow and delicate. He was soon rock hard, moaning and groaning alternatively as if not being able to decide how to react to the caresses.

Suddenly, he tensed. He had catched her gaze through the mirror. His towering wife was looking at him in the eyes, smiling predatorily. He realized that she had been waiting for this very moment, the eye contact which prevented him from denying the ridiculousness of the situation. He didn't dare to look away and disappoint her. She smiled at him provocatively and licked her lips which glistened like a juicy fruit. Her moves intensified in speed and strentgh, slightly, gradually, there was no hurry. She was enjoying that her empowering sexiness was progressively breaking his will. She was slowly but surely leading him to climax. When she felt the desire in his eyes, the subtle shivers of the ring suspending him, and finally, the throbbing of his cock, she squeezed it gently while pretending to talk to him. He couldn't read on her lips, but he figured what she was pretending to say, "CUM... NOW!...".

That was too much for him to handle. He came instantly, unable to muffle a long roar of pleasure which echoed through the room. He squirmed and spasmed, still hanging at arm length, sending ropes of thick goo everywhere. His moans continued until the spasms became more erratic, less powerful. They finally faded away, and soon, he was done.

He calmed down slowly, panting, still shiverring a bit, swinging smoothly as she continued to milk his flabbering cock. Of course, he was uncomfortable because of the situation he was in, but on the other hand, the new range of possibilities he was guessing in the sexual field was strongly arousing him as well. A part of him didn't like that he was surrending so easily to his wife's will, but he knew too well that he no longer had control.

She continued to smile, curling him up and down, while looking at him through the mirror. The moves were slow and effective. She was clearly demonstrating her superior strength. She was curling him as easily as curling a puppet. Then, without any warning, she just released him and he fell on the floor. He winced but he didn't dare to say a word.

Pearl crouched close to him then caressed his hair tenderly while licking her free hand which was coated with the last drops of his cum.
-"As long as Paul is a good pet..." she said, swallowing his goo before continuing to talk, "... mummy will make him happy." she added, holding his head in her palm gently.

Then she stood up and walked away, stopping at the doorframe and leaning against it for a last glance, "But if Paul is a bad pet, mummy will break him to pieces." she menaced him, curling her free arm and flexing, forcing her astounishing biceps to pop out and stretch the thick armband. The leather strap snapped instantly and fell at her feet. She ducked under the doorframe, then left the room while ordering him to clean the mess before diner.
-"Woof! Woof!" he agreed.

She smiled.





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chapter 8   
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A week later, the relationship was getting back to normal except the role reversal. Pearl was in the bathroom, finalizing her make-up.

-"Paul? There is someone at the door! That must be Linda. Please, go and welcome her, darling."
-"Yes, Mistress." he answered reluctantly, not really knowing if he was more displeased by the 'Yes' itself, or by the fact that he just addressed to his wife as 'Mistress'.

He opened the door and his eyes widened instantly. A huge Amazon was looking at him.

She looked different than his wife, bigger, stronger, bulkier than anyone he had ever seen before, yet the woman looked very feminine. She was wearing a tight, form-fitting dress that showed off every inch of her enormous frame, her muscles rippling with power at the slightest movement. Without invitation, she stooped and squeezed herself through the doorframe to enter. He stepped back to have a better look at her.

As she stepped closer, Paul felt a sense of fear wash over him. He had never seen a woman with such a powerful physique before, and the sight was almost too much to take in. He could barely look at her in the eyes as she towered over him at almost 8 feet tall in her heels.

-"Hello, my name is Linda. A friend of Pearl. You must be Paul." she said, her powerful voice barely covering the sound of a couple of tiles cracking under her heels.
-"Err... Yes, Mistress." he managed to mumble, remembering Pearl's advices about addressing to other Emendatae.

When she smiled to him, he felt a bit relieved, but he felt much more reassured when he heard the creak of the stairs giving way under Pearl's phenomenal bodyweight or the sound of her heels echoing in the hallway. Sadly, Pearl passed by him and stood on her tiptoes to kiss Linda on the lips. For the very first time, he missed the feeling of her protective arms around him.

The towering Goddess stooped gently to allow the shorter girl to reach her lips then she returned the favor passionately, glancing to Paul with a mischievous smile. As they broke the kiss, Pearl looked at her husband. Her words didn't reassure him at all.
-"I want to look like her, Paul." Pearl said, laying her hand on Linda's massive biceps, speaking with a calm and commanding voice, "Do you think she looks like a freak as you called me?... Tell her, Paul... What do you think?"

Of course, Paul didn't say a word. Pearl continued, "I know that you don't like me being stronger than you... But you don't have a word on that decision. You're just like other men. You enjoy my libido and my stamina, you adore my shape, you envy my body because it's strong, but you struggle with the fact that I'm way stronger than you. Selfish man!... You'll have to deal with it. I'm strong and you're weak... And soon, I will be even stronger." she concluded, patting on Linda's shoulder to emphasize. The muffled sound that resulted was trully frightening, and it echoed through his mind for a moment, his brain unable to figure the hardness of the muscles. These girls were cast in bronze!

Linda cupped Paul's head in her huge hand and forced his gaze toward hers. She could feel the animal attraction she was having on him. His pulse was faster, his breath erratic. She knew that he was struggling to not lay his hands on her Amazonian body. Her powerful pheromones were already defeating the weak defenses of his old fashioned mind.

-"Your wife is strong and dominant, Paul," Linda said casually, glancing to Pearl, "She rules your relationship because she's way stronger than you... No more taking the backseat to you!... No more being the weaker one!... YOU are the weaker one!" she continued, "You can't change anything to it. You only have to accept it. In fact, the greater she feels, the better for you. The sooner you understand it, the better."

Paul was trembling. He nodded, still in shock at what was happening. He had already came to the fact that Pearl was strong and confident, but he had never imagined that she would go to such lengths to prove her point. On the other hand, there was something very appealing about it. He couldn't think anymore. All he wanted at that very moment was to feel the amazing body close to him. How was it possible that he was attracted by such a massive woman? He hated big muscles on women.
Had he knew he was under the spell of Linda's strong pheromones, he had tried to resist, but his weak mind was unable to think wisely.

-"Now, Paul, tell me... Why is Pearl ready to go and you're not? Is it that you want to make us late and upset me?" she asked.
-"Nooo!"
-"No, Mistress Linda." she corrected, squeezing his neck and forcing him on tip-toes.
-"No, Mistress Linda!" he repeated.
-"You seem to be a smart guy. I wonder why you're wearing a black tuxedo when Pearl demanded you to wear the one she bought for you."
-"It's... It's pink!"
She squeezed his neck again.
-"It's pink, Mistress Linda." she corrected calmly.
-"What will the other..." he tried to argue, instead of correcting himself, but she squeezed again, tighter. He complied immediately.
-"It's pink, MISTRESS." he said, his eyes watering. Then he continued, "What will the other guys think when they see me in a pink tuxedo... Mistress Linda?" he asked, trying to deal with the pain, the humiliation, and the growing attraction for her abs which were blowing his mind. He was about to extend his arms to touch the appealing muscles, but she simply flexed her huge biceps and he went up slowly.

As he took off, he stopped in his tracks. Instead of grabbing her abs as he had previously intented, he instinctively grabbed her wrist to relieve the pain on his neck. He addressed to his wife pleadingly.
-"Please, Mistress, tell your friend to release me." Paul asked, "She's... ARRGGHH!... hurting me."
-"Paul, Paul, Paul, were you going to touch my abs without permission?" Linda asked.
-"No! No!"

She squeezed his neck and he reformulated as quickly as possible.
-"Nooo, MISTRESS."
-"Of course, you were." the giant Amazon replied back, continuing to hold him aloft as she turned him toward Pearl, "Do you see it, sis? I told you. You don't have to worry about being bigger." she said, allowing her a good view on the bulge he was sporting in his pants. "Tell me, Paul, do you think I'm a freak?" she continued.
-"No! No!, Mistress Linda."
-"Of course, you do, you liar." Pearl said, watching Linda to hook her husband at the coat hanger.
-"Pleaaaase, Pearl, I mean 'MISTRESS', tell her to stop!" he said, on the verge of crying.

Linda motionned her sister to remain silent and addressed to her. "Pearl, if he says a single word from now on, I swear he spends the next two months in the hospital." she said, releasing him to let him hang on the hanger.

She stepped back, unfazed by the sound of the tiles breaking, keeping her gaze locked on Paul's eyes. She took a deep breath, inflating her chest slowly. "Mummm!... I can smell his fear, Pearl. So Arousing!... Fear can ruin a hard-on instantly... but it can be such an aphrodisiac when combined to enhanced pheromones." she explained to her sister, still looking at Paul while flexing and massaging her right biceps calmly.

The monster was probably beyond 30", twice bigger than her head. It was unreal!
-"Pearl, your husband disrespected me." she continued, flexing her biceps and squeezing it with her other hand, "Either he demonstrates his obedience to the Sisterhood, or I punish him with those FREAKY muscles of mines... I begin to countdown."

"FIVE!..."  she continued, "You'll see, Pearl. They can't fight it. We are superior beings. All it takes is a bit of practise." she said, bringing her massive arms to her head, to undo her bun and let her long golden hair to spread smoothly on her bulky shoulders. Meanwhile, her biceps continued to tease him on purpose. The enormous muscles caressed her cheeks softly while she talked. She licked one of them provocatively or pretended to bite it, from time to time, with her perfect teeth, pristine white, contrasting with her red juicy lips, like pearls nestled in a red cushiony box.

"FOUR!..." she continued, "Even in your presence, he can't control his lust. Don't blame him. He's only a male, a weak being whose existence purpose is only to serve us, sisters, the stronger sex."

"THREE!... My pheromones are so powerful that I can control him like a puppet. Look at the size of his cock." she commented, glancing to the enormous bulge which was threatening to rip his pants apart.

Pearl watched carefully, being herself amazed by the unusual size of her husband's cock. Linda lowered her arms slowly to her midsection, leading his gaze to her abs, then she flexed them. They were clearly visible through the thick tissue which looked like a second skin. She put her hands on her hips and flared her lats for him. Her upper body tensed. Muscles appeared on the muscles. He trembled. The deep crevices between her abs deepened, making the ridges more proeminent and more angulous, swallowing and pinching the tissue between them. That was too much to handle for him.

"TWOoooo!..." she teased, amused by the wide spot of precum oozing through Paul's pants,

"OOOOOONE!... Be ready, darling...Be ready to cum when I say 'go'. You want it, right?... Show your wife how obedient you are to the Sisters. She will reward you." she told, flexing her arms in a perfect double biceps pose.

She waited a moment, tensing her muscles, just letting his desire to build up. Paul was trembling uncontrollably, the urge to cum becoming unbearable. She winked to Pearl and put a term to his agony, "Now!" she simply said as she turned her wrist to give her muscles an additional pump.

Paul eyes widened and he started to spasm immediately. Pearl watched in awe as the moistened spot on his pants broadened. Thick loads of cum oozed through the tissue, one after the other, soaking the cloth in no time. Pearl couldn't help but marvel at the amount of white goo coating the tissue.

Instead of running down along the legs, the thick cream remained there, trapped in the stitches of the fabric. She watched, amazed, as Paul jerked, almost unconscious, spasm after spasm, until he finally stopped his squirming and his spasming. Then, he started to pant heavily, still shuddering, lowering his gaze shyly to avoid the girls' judgement. He just needed to recover in peace.

Linda forced Paul's gaze to hers, pulling his chin up with her forefinger.
-"You can go to the restaurant with these pants, or you can decide to wear the pink tuxedo to please your adorable wife. It's up to you, boy." she said. "I'm sure you'll do the right choice." she added, helping him back to the ground, twisting accidentally the hanger and pulling it off the wall.
-"Yes, Mistress Linda." he mumbled while she shook him like a rag doll to remove the plaster dust on his head and shoulders. When she released him, he glanced to Pearl, crying, "Forgive me, Mistress." he said, between two sobs as he lunged to the stairs still trembling.
-"Be careful, a couple of steps are broken." she warned him, "My heels are very sharp and they just went through them. The steps might be cracked or missing. I didn't check."

As he disappeared in the staircase, Pearl asked her friend excitedly, "OMG! How did you do that? That was incredible!"

Linda laughed, "The benefits of being a full Emendatae. Plus a bit of practise." she said, "You'll see. In a couple of weeks, you will do the same." she concluded, giggling, while she tried to put the hanger back at its place. "Don't worry about the ruined steps, sweetheart, your new home is almost set at 'Athena's garden'. It's a matter of days."
Pearl giggled excitedly.

Paul took a quick shower and dressed with the pink tuxedo as required by the giant Amazon, realizing that he obeyed her unconditionally. He realized too that Pearl was more than capable to threaten him like Linda just did. Could she make him cum on command too? That would be awesome. Awesome? He remained looking at his reflect on the mirror, thinking about it.

The changes that Pearl had planed would mean big changes in their relationship, ones that he was not sure he was ready for, but he loved Pearl, and to be honest, in the sex department, the last weeks had been even better than he could have expected. And what Linda just did was just unreal. As he stood there, watching him in the mirror, he noticed that he had another hard-on, just day dreaming about Pearl's future sexual prowess. He realized that he should do whatever it took to make Pearl's dreams come true if he wanted his own ones to become reality. Nevertheless, despite the lust he was just experiencing, he wasn't sure that he was ready for it. Not yet.

-"Hurry up, Paul! We're running late."







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chapter 9           
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Later at Dolores'...

As Linda entered the restaurant, the butler came personally to welcome her, "Mistress Linda, you are radiant. Thank you to honour us with your presence." he declared, sheepishly repeating the words that Dolores had prepared for him. Linda smiled but didn't answer. She simply stood still and spread her arms to remove her boa. He bowed in respect, as low as possible, and quickly turned around her to grab the fluffy garment adornating her impressive shoulders. It was weighted with a thick iron chain which only purpose was to gently caress the hard trapezius muscles of the huge Amazon to remind her its presence. When she let it fall behind her, the butler had to put a knee on the floor to prevent a back injury as he catched it.

Still without a word, Linda advanced toward the main room. The butler, with the help of a valet, hung the boa on a closet then focused his attention on the couple who had entered the restaurant with Linda. "You must be Mistress Pearl. Good evening, Mistress. I hope you will enjoy our place." he said respectuously, "Is there something I can do for you, Mistress?"

Pearl, handed him her handbag, holding it with one finger by the strap. He knew better than to try to do the same. He grabbed it with both hands and Pearl smiled, amused by the realisation that he was aware of his lack of strength. Then she giggled when she released the purse, as the momentum took him off guard anyway.

While he was busy hanging the handbag with the help of the valet, Pearl walked toward Linda who was watching, amused. Paul was dragged with her effortlessly, still amazed that the butler had called his wife 'Mistress' with deep respect. They entered the main room of the restaurant which had been prepared for the occasion.

There were around ten tables in the center, forming a circle, adorned with white tableclothes. At right hand there was a stage with a micro. At the left, ten couples were chatting alongside a buffet of high-protein aperitifs. Almost the girls were already there. They were chatting loudly, giggling, commenting on their progresses at the gym or about their husbands' behaviours, they seemed to enjoy the reunion. All were as big and muscular as Pearl, a few as big as Linda. Paul was instantly scared. He backed away but Pearl was holding his hand securely.
-"You're scared, hun?... You should be. You know what these women can do to you... As long as you remain at my side, you are safe. Walk away at your own risks." she said, advancing toward them.

Pearl greeted the giant Amazons, visibly pleased to see them. They glanced to the couple with a welcoming smile. It wasn't less intimidating to Paul. He gazed at them, a bit shaken. Almost towered above Pearl, meaning that they were easily above six and a half feet tall, probably more than seven feet in their high heels. Their muscles were way bigger, they were built like Linda and Paul doubted that they could be less strong and agressive than her. The group of powerful women parted slightly to let them room. Paul noticed another group, the husbands, who where chatting behind the girls. He stared in disbelief. No wonder why he didn't notice them before, the guys seemed even shorter than him, they could almost hide themselves behind a single leg of their wives. He clung to Pearl and rested his hand on her hip.

A girl approached them. She didn't look more muscular than the others, because they all were overly muscular, but she was more impressive. The way her body stretched her dress, the golden and perfect skin, as well as the almost metallic reflects on it, didn't let any doubt about the hardness of her muscles. She reminded him Linda.

- "Good evening, Pearl. You're gorgeous." the huge woman said, stooping slightly to kiss Paul's wife, pushing him aside unvoluntarily with her tight ass as she leaned forward, "You must be Paul." she added, smiling to him predatorily.
- "Good evening, Megan." Pearl finally replied still exhilarated by the kiss, "Paul, meet Megan." she added, "Megan founded the sisterhood. She's Linda's sister-in-law."

Megan turned her gaze back to Pearl, ignoring Paul. "You're gorgeous." she repeated, "No wonder why Linda is so complimentary about you, Pearl. And I'm not even talking about Peter who's complimenting his secretary all day long." she added, leading Pearl gently toward Amanda and Linda who were chatting closer to the buffet.
- "I'm not Peter's secretary anymore." Pearl corrected, "I'm the CEO now and he kindly accepted to be my secretary." she commented, smiling.

Megan returned the smile, visibly pleased.
- "That's great news, Pearl. Congratulation!"

Paul followed, listening them carefully. He was quickly stopped by the tall Amazon. She grabbed him by the back of his tuxedo and lifted him off the floor. "Paul, this is women stuff and none your business. I suggest you to meet the men. Chat with them instead of listening to the girls." she said, carrying him at arm length toward the group of men. That seemed as easy as if holding a simple glass of Champaign.

-"They're chatting about cooking, healthy recipes, desserts and so on. That's a topic which should interess you, Paul." she suggested, letting him on the floor close to them.

David approached immediately to clung at his wife's thigh and looked up at her. The mere limb was almost twice his size in girth and carried more muscles than his whole body. She easily pulled him toward her and hold him in place just below her breasts. Paul gulped as he realized that David's head didn't even brush against Megan's chest. Her heavy bosom jutted out proudly and defied gravity above him. "This is my husband, David." she said, "He will introduce you to the other men." she stated, caressing her husband's chin gently as she talked.
- "Yes, Mistress." David replied, smiling, looking at Megan with obvious lust as she walked away.

Paul remained there, oblivious of David's remarks, thinking about the way he had been lifted off the floor by Linda, then by Megan. To these Amazons, that seemed effortessly and casual. He looked at his wife, wondering how strong she really was. He didn't even turn his head toward David. "What's the fuck, David?... Are they going to carry us like puppets all the evening?" he asked, pointing to Megan who was joining the group of women, but not really requesting for an answer.

He looked around and realized that all the guys were wearing a pink tuxedo. Somehow he felt a bit relieved. He felt even better when he came to the realisation that he probably looked better than them in his well cut tuxedo.

David smiled.
-"You must be Mistress Pearl's husband. You're new here." he said, "I know how you feel, all these muscles on our wives seem a bit odd, right?... You'll appreciate them sooner or later. Believe me." he commented, letting his hand on Paul's shoulder, "Come with me. I introduce you to the others." he concluded.

Meanwhile, close to the buffet...

- "No, Pearl. I told your mother to come alone. It's a bit early to her boyfriend. He isn't prepared yet to see what we have in store for the evening." Megan said, giggling, "That might be difficult to Paul as well, but I suppose that meeting Linda earlier has kind of prepared him." she added while picking a piece of proteined cake and swallowing it.

Pearl looked at her husband who was talking with the guys, then smiled. Megan took her out of her revery. "It's dinner time, girls. Let's grab our husbands."

As Paul went closer to his wife, he noticed that the girls' husbands were already sitting. They were noticeably shorter than their wives and even more weaker. A few of them looked bigger than the average but he realized soon that they were sitting on their wives' laps thus having an extra height. The ones who had chosen to sit close to their wives barely reached the table board. They looked like kids sitting beside their mothers. When Pearl sat close to Linda, Paul couldn't decide how to sit himself to keep some dignity.

Still in his thoughts, he barely noticed Pearl hoping him on her lap. When he realized it, that was too late. She had her strong arms securing him against her, he wasn't going anywhere without her permission. He smiled shyly to the guys glancing to him, mostly to pretend that he was sitting on her lap by choice, not even realizing that most guys were probably in the same situation than him.

Megan stood up and Paul's gaze went up with her. She was holding a glass of wine which looked ridiculously small in her hand.
-"Since everyone is here..." she said, "I want to congratulate our hundredth sister, Petra!... Cheers!"

The girls cheered and drank their wine, the guys seemed to drink in Megan's glorious beauty. That was clearly enough for them, they were like hypnotized. Paul, like the others, was scanning the muscular body of the giantess. That's when he noticed David hanging at her free hand, swinging off the floor silently. Megan lifted him casually, as if he weighted nothing more than a simple handkerchief, and rubbed him on her lips. Paul looked at the other men around the table. Apparently none was stunned to see a young woman using her husband as a rag to wipe her lips.

-"It's time to dinner." Megan stated. The other girls nodded. She motionned to the waiters to bring the plates, oblivious of the guy hanging at arm length.

She sat and David disappeared immediately below the table. To Paul's surprise, all the guys did the same. He was curious and leaned to have a look under the table. What he saw made him uncomfortable. The girls had their legs slightly apart and the guys were already servicing them with no visible constraint. Actually, they looked even pleased, and they licked their wives with gusto.

He didn't consider a single second to do that to Pearl, but as he was to stand still, she kept him below the table by his shoulder. She looked down at him then whispered, mostly to reassure him, because the girls could hear her anyway thanks to their augmented hearing.

-"I won't force you to lick me but don't shame me! Remain below the table." she said, pushing him between her legs with a flick of her wrist. He tried to push on the massive muscles to stop her but his weak arms were no match for her massive thighs. In a split second, he had his head trapped between them. She checked with her hand that he could breath and that his ears were free -obviously she wanted him to ear- then, she pushed his face closer to her pussy. There was nothing he could do to stop her. He tried to push her hand away but his arms were too short to encompass her massive legs thus he couldn't reach it. He punched her thighs desperately to stop her but she squeezed in retalliation and he let his arms to fall at his sides. He knew better than fight against her. He waited patiently and she finally relieved the pressure. Still, he didn't want to lick her.

Above him, the girls started to chat again. He didn't want to listen them but he had no choice at all because he couldn't cover his ears. He remained there for a moment, hearing the guys next to him to caress their wives while they licked them. It was like he was acustoming to their presence under the table. Oddly, despite that he was reluctant, the moans of the guys and the atmosphere charged with pheromones, got the better of him. Finally, he started to lick his wife without even realizing it. He felt Pearl's hand to touch his hair gently. He licked and sucked more. He was interrupted by David's whispers, "Hey, Paul. I just finished. Obviously you didn't read the 'SRB'. You have to unzip your pants when you go under the table. Don't try to resist. That's useless. Plus, you might like it."

Paul didn't react until he felt Pearl's toes massaging his bulge. Then he figured what his new friend was talking about. He quickly unzipped his pants, still continuing to lick. As Pearl noticed, she knew that he was hers. He was surrending. The joy sent her over the edge and she came instantly, coating her husband face with her warm juices. She spasmed a few times, then, as she relaxed, she took his hard cock between her toes and spreaded her thighs to let him more room.

He though he was free but she had other plans for him. In a split second, she had extended her long muscular leg and he was pinned on the table board from below, his torso hoisted by her massive limb while his legs hung freely. She kept his cock trapped between her toes. Instinctively, he started to kiss her thigh while holding it to keep his balance. She didn't flinch, she just started to move her toes slowly to give him a special toejob. He came almost instantly on the floor.

He was kept there a moment, on her extended leg, as if his bodyweight was nothing for her, then she let him to slide on the floor along her shin. She handled him a napkin while she continued to chat with her friends. He knew what he had to do.

As soon as he cleaned his mess. He looked around. The guys were still there, waiting.
-"David? Do we have to remain under the table?" he asked discreetly. David nodded.

Meanwhile, above them, the girls were listening the story of the guest of honor, Petra, who was telling them how easily she humiliated Paul at armwrestling after only a week on the program, or how she pinned her boyfriend, Patrick, on the wall then gave him an aerial blowjob.

A few girls commented on their relationships as well. Paul wasn't really interested but he listened them to entertain a bit. He wasn't trully focused on them because he was distracted by Pearl's huge calves. They contrasted with her deliciously feminine ankles and he couldn't help but feel them. He never really touched his wife muscles since she became that big, mostly because he didn't want her to know that he had some interest in her muscular body. Somehow, being hidden under the table made it easier and he was caressing her calves delicately. That was until Pearl's turn to speak arrived. He stopped and listened carefully.

-"I don't know where to begin. I suppose that I should start by talking about my job. I was at work when I saw an Emendatae for the very first time. That was Amanda." she said, smiling to the huge blonde, "She was breathtaking. When I saw her I instantly knew that I had to become that big and powerful. Well, here I am." she said, flexing her huge arms.

The girls cheered and applaused then Pearl continued.


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Megan's sisterhood - part 8
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Chapter 1
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As the clinking of glasses and the rustling of tablecloths quieted, Pearl cleared her throat, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "OK, let me tell you about the days before I truly embraced my strength," she began, her voice inviting everyone into a moment of nostalgia.

"I was still a frail 5'10" woman back then, and let me tell you, I had my struggles." The crowd chuckled, instantly picturing the contrast between her former self and her current stature -Yes, to these huge Amazons, 5'10" was considered noticeably short-. "Paul, my dear husband, was... well... let's say that he had a different view of domestic duties." Pearl continued, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she recalled a day that still left an impression. "There was this one evening, I remember it vividly. I was trying to make dinner after a long day at work. At that moment I was still Peter's secretary and he was very demanding. He wasn't the docile little pet he is now." she commented, smiling knowingly to Linda who smiled back while reaching under the table to caress her husband. "However, I had my heart set on a lovely pasta dish. I entered the kitchen with all the enthusiasm in the world, ready to whip up something special."

Pearl paused, a few giggles erupted around the table as the audience envisioned the frail Pearl bustling in her kitchen. She continued, "But Paul had other plans. Instead of helping me, he spent a long moment watching TV, letting me alone in the kitchen. He even demanded me that I bring him a drink... I did... as the servile woman I was. But when I asked him to help, he just waved me off. 'You're the one who loves cooking,' he said with that smug grin of his. I was so frustrated! Here I was, slaving away, and he wouldn't lift a finger."

The laughter grew as the women around her nodded, sharing in the collective memory of relationships filled with familiar frustrations. Pearl's expression turned slightly more serious as she recounted the moment that made her heart sink. "Well, when I served him the pasta, he took one look at it and grimaced. Can you believe that? He actually had the nerve to scoff and say, 'I'm bored to eat these pasta every week. You should've made something else.'"

Gasps of disbelief rippled through the crowd. Under the table, Paul shrugged, glancing to the other guys kneeling beside their wives, but he couldn't help to blush a bit as he reminded these times. Pearl continued.

"I was so hurt, I couldn't help but cry. Here I was, trying to make something nice for him, and he didn't even appreciate it. It was like my efforts didn't matter at all!" Pearl sighed, her voice thick with emotion as she relived that moment. "I remember standing there, tears streaming down my face, feeling so weak and inadequate. Instead of comforting me or apologizing, he just rolled his eyes and said, 'Well, if you can't cook something I like, I guess I'll just starve until tomorrow.'
Now he wanted to make me feel guilty. That wouldn't happen."

Laughter erupted again, not out of mockery, but from a shared understanding of the new relationship. Pearl nodded "Let me to tell you that he knows what 'starved' means now."

The women exchanged knowing glances, some giggling, some shaking their heads in agreement. Pearl couldn't help but chuckle herself at the memory, shaking it off like a warm blanket.

"I saw Amanda a few days later." she said smiling, "... and that changed my life." She added, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "But now, let's talk about a month later, when I almost lost my mind because of another bowl of pasta."

The women leaned in closer, eager to hear more. Pearl continued, her voice rich with emotion. "At the time, I was still only 6'6" tall, and I hadn't these muscles..." she said, flexing her enormous biceps to emphasize. Everyone laughed again. "But I was strong, very strong. My husband, Paul, is only 5'4" and he wasn't quite as enthusiastic about cooking and eating as I was about lifting weights and taking supplements. Thanks God I heard about the Emendatae stuff and the sisterhood."

Laughter erupted once more in the crowd, and Pearl chuckled along. "So, one evening, after a long day at the gym, I came home with a craving for pasta. I wanted a big, hearty meal to refuel my body. I was lounging on the couch, watching my favorite cooking show. I had been craving pasta all day, and I thought, 'What better way to enjoy my day than with some homemade spaghetti?' I casually called out to Paul, who was in the kitchen, to whip up a quick meal for me."

The women leaned in, captivated by her story.

"When I asked him to make the pasta, he was reluctant, to say the least. He hesitated because of my intimidating body but he finally told me that preparing the diner was my duty." Pearl chuckled, shaking her head. "Well, that was before I stood up."

She paused for effect, a smile tugging at her lips. "I got up from the couch, feeling a little playful. I walked over to him, flaring my lats, towering for the very first time over my shorter husband with that threathening look..." She said, frowning a bit to emphasize, then she paused to flex her biceps again, "These guns weren't as big as they are now, but they were already almost twenty inches, so you can figure how he felt." she commented. "I could see the panic in his eyes. He wanted to argue something but this time he couldn't, he didn't have the nerves, and before he knew it, I had lifted him off the ground with ease. It was like picking up a toy!... I even heard his shoes to fall on the carpet. His feet had shrunk from the sudden fear."

The girls laughed. One of them asked, "But he was aware of your changes. Didn't he already figure that you were way stronger than him?"
-"Yes, he knew, of course, but he didn't guess I would use that strength against him. Men are so stupid sometimes, they see us as lovely dolls humble and submissives. Well, anyway..." she continued, her strong voice cutting through the laughers,  "I held him by the neck of his shirt, his bare feet dangling two feet above the floor, and he looked at me with wide eyes, a mix of surprise and fear... but mostly fear, I confess... He was really scared."
She paused to sip some Champaign while trying to suppress a laugh which made her huge tits to bounce, turning on unvoluntarily her phone which was concealed in her cleavage. "I could see the paleness wash over his face as he realized the gravity of his situation." she added, picking and turning off her phone after a quick glance to the screen while continuing to talk. "He was trembling... Poor thing... I couldn't help but chuckle at his predicament." she commented, setting back her phone casually between her huge tits.

The women erupted in laughter, imagining the scene. Pearl continued.

"I set him down on the floor. 'Listen, Paul,' I said, 'you have exactly fifteen minutes to prepare that pasta and set the table. No excuses!'. He stammered something about needing more time, but I wasn't having it. I held up a heavy saucepan, then I twisted it in my hands with a playful yet threatening grin all the while. You should have seen him. The way his eyes widened made me feel so powerful that I almost climaxed on the spot..." She giggled, "... Well, just talking about it makes me craving for sex." she added. The girls laughed. "'You see this?' I said, holding the twisted pan, 'You don't want to be the next thing I twist into submission, right?'. His breath quickened, and I could see him gulp nervously, the remains of color he still had draining from his cheeks. 'Now, get to it!'"

Pearl leaned back, savoring the memory. Her chair groaned loudly. Under the table, she reached for Paul with her foot and pulled him between her legs, his face close to her awaiting sex. "Now, get to it! Do you hear me, Paul?" she repeated, resuming her story while commanding Paul implicitely to lick her. "I watched him scramble to grab the ingredients, eyes darting nervously, I could see his hands tremble as he poured the water, shaking uncontrollably as he fumbled with the pasta... It was hilarious and a little ridiculous. There he was, my tiny husband, trying to manage with difficulty a pot that I could easily hold with one hand. But he rose to the challenge, and within fifteen minutes, I had my pasta served on the table."

The other women cheered and applauded. Pearl continued, shiverring as Paul's licking was arousing her more and more.

"That was the day I realized just how much I could influence him with only a little bit of playful intimidation," she concluded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "From then on, he learned that when I ask for something, it is best to do it swiftly, especially in the kitchen!"

She had a bit of Champaign then smiled "... or under the table."

The room filled again with applauses and laughters, the women relishing the tale of strength and humor.

As the laughter subsided and the applause faded, Pearl took a moment to reflect on her story and the journey that had brought her to this point. She glanced around the table, seeing the smiles of her friends while her husband was licking her. A sense of pride swelled within her. A thought struck her. One that made her smirk mischievously.

"You know," she said, a playful tone creeping into her voice, "it's funny to think about how Paul probably thought I would be the submissive one forever, ignoring my muscles and my stature. I mean, here I was, this powerhouse of a woman, and he seemed to think that my strength would translate into a kind of gentle compliance."

The women erupted in laughter again, and Pearl continued, her voice teasingly dramatic. "Oh, how wrong he was! He might have been intimidated that day but I figure he hadn't measured the extend of the changes yet. On the other hand, that lit a fire in me. After that little cooking escapade, I realized I had the upper hand, and I wasn't going to let that slip away."

She paused, leaning in as if sharing a secret. "In fact, I think he secretly loved it. I mean, who wouldn't want to be with a woman who could lift you off your feet and help you to the kitchen instead of going there walking?"

The laughter echoed again, a chorus of camaraderie and shared understanding.

"But here's the kicker," she added, her expression shifting to one of mock seriousness. "I still have to tame him for forgetting the chores, and let me tell you, I embrace my role very seriously."

The women hooted with laughter, picturing Paul bustling around the house, his demeanor a mix of nervousness and affection. "And honestly," Pearl continued, her tone softening slightly, "it's a beautiful transformation, all about us finding our rhythm."

The room erupted in uproarious laughter again, the bonds of friendship and shared experiences knitting them closer together.

As the evening wore on, Pearl reflected on how her strength was not just a physical attribute; it was a part of her identity that shaped her relationships. With every story shared and every laugh exchanged, she felt a renewed sense of empowerment, knowing that her journey was just as much about love and partnership as it was about her formidable physique.

As the night continued, the grand banquet hall echoed with the sounds of celebration, a testament to the extraordinary women who embraced their strength and the unique dynamics that defined their lives. Pearl couldn't help but smile, knowing that each moment shared was a reminder of the beautiful complexity of love and the strength found in both dominance and submission.





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Chapter 2
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The day after the evening at the restaurant...

Paul was sitting on the couch, yawning. The chores had been particularly exhausting and he had just enjoyed a little nap. He didn't expect Pearl to return before a couple of hours, he jumped when he heard her. She was standing in front of him, a stern look on her face. Her muscles were rippling beneath her tight top, and her expression was no doubt to intimidate him.

-"So you think you can disobey me because you're alone while I'm at work? I've let you time enough to follow the rules of the sisterhood but you still seem reluctant. Or what is it? Maybe you don't remember the rules?" she said, grabbing a book on a shelf and holding it for him, "Go on, read this." she said, her voice low and menacing.

He hesitated, wanting to tell her what a good husband he had been, that the chores were done, the supper ready, but he knew he had disobeyed her, he wasn't supposed to relax while waiting her but rather being inventive and prepare her something inexpected. He eventually grabbed the book from her outstretched hand but she had a good grip and he couldn't take it. He looked at her right in the eyes, shivering submissively, and she released the book.

"Thank you, Mistress" he mumbled. He wasn't sure what he was getting himself into, but he knew he'd need to comply with her demands if he wanted to avoid her wrath.

He opened the book to the first page.

The 'SRB' standing for 'Slaves Recommended Behaviour' was a small book, black, with a leather cover, which reminded him the ancient medieval books with all the magic and legends they carried within. It was almost frightening because of the pictures that flashed in his mind. He knew he needed to take the book and its contents seriously if he wanted to please his dominant wife and avoid a serious punishment. He began to read.

The rules and principles within it weren't completely new to him, he was acustoming to them, but on the other hand, he wasn't going to let her to rule his life that easily.

-"I'm not going to read this shit." he said, throwing the book aside on the couch.

She sat silently next to him, letting the loud groan of the couch to fill the silence while the deep indentation she had created forced him against her. She grabbed the book in one hand while she pulled him toward her with the other.

Pearl wasn't going to let Paul talk trash, in a split second he found himself utterly defeated. He was laying on her massive thigh, on his back, staring up at the muscular girl. She pinned him between her two meety legs. In fact, she was sitting sexily, legs crossed, except Paul was pinned between them.

Her strong, muscular body was dwarfing his. He could feel the weight of the heavy thigh resting on his stomach, pressing him into the other massive leg, the hard muscles of her legs clearly reshaping his midsection to accomodate to their shape. At the same time, the mammoth legs were pinning his arms to his sides, preventing him from moving as they were just too heavy for him.

Pearl held a sly smile on her face, and it was clear that she was enjoying this a little too much. She looked into his eyes, and he could see the mischief in hers. She wasn't going to let him go just yet, not until he'd had complied to her desires. Paul tried to struggle, but it was of no use. Pearl was too strong, and he was at her mercy.

He began to remember just how powerful she was, and how helpless he was between her legs.

He was afraid, humiliated, and the realization made the situation all the more embarrassing. He used to be the stronger one in the relationship, and now it was like he'd been stripped of all his power. He felt his face getting hot with embarrassment. Pearl could see the fear in his eyes, and it only made her smile grow wider. She wanted him to feel the pain, the cost of the disobedience. It was clear that she wasn't going to let him go until he had accepted to read the book entirely. He could only lie there, feeling the weight of her single leg on top of him, feeling the shame of his defeat.

Pearl's smile grew wider, and she leaned in closer to him. He tried to twist free, but she held him firmly in place. She looked him in the eyes and said, in a soft and menacing voice, "I think you need a little more punishment for that behavior, don't you?".

Then, she extended her legs, keeping him trapped between them. She hooked her ankles, keeping him suspended off the floor, and she started pressing on his core. He cried out in pain as she held him like this, and he realized that he was completely at her mercy. She wasn't paying attention to him anymore. She was peacefully flipping the pages of the book while he was agonizing. It was clear that she was only exerting a fraction of her full power. Her thighs were barely flexed, only her powerful abs were tense as she hoisted him in the air. She made it look so easy.

When she started to read the first chapter, Paul's heart raced as he realized what was about to happen. If she had planed to read the SRB completely, he was in for a long agony of about two hours long. He tried to beg and plead, but it was of no use. Pearl's smile turned into a chuckle, and she said, "Begging won't help you now. Only obedience, at the right time, does it."

As he laid there, pinned between her muscular thighs, he felt a range of emotions, fear, humiliation and shame, all mixed together, leaving him feeling vulnerable and powerless. But there was also a physical pain that he couldn't ignore.

With her strong, toned legs crushing him, he could feel his ribs to cave in dangerously, making it difficult to breathe. He felt like he was being suffocated. That wasn't all, there was also a burning pain in the muscles of his arms and legs. She had pinned him down so tightly that his limbs began to ache and throb uncontrollably. Even moving slightly was excruciating. He felt tears starting to form in his eyes. The most intense pain, however, was in his back and neck. She had been pressing down on him for some time, and the pressure on his spine was starting to take a toll. He felt a shooting pain in his back and neck, and it made it hard to think clearly. He could only lay there and try to breathe through the pain. As the pressure in his chest increased, as well did the pain and the fear. He began to panic.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape. She seemed to ignore him, continuing to read slowly and carefully, but he couldn't ignore her and the tremendous pain she was inflicting to him.

As she noticed that he wasn't squirming anymore, she let go the pressure and bent the leg which was supporting him, to rest her heel on the floor. She pulled his head toward her. He tried to struggle, but it was no use. She leaned in closer and whispered in his ear, "That's the least time I ask you, Paul. Are you going to read this book?... Or should I continue to read?"

With that, she let go of his hair and stood up, staring down at him while he hung helplessly between her legs. She spreaded her legs and let him fall at her feet. He needed some time to catch his breath in order to answer. She didn't say anything else, the message was clear enough.

Paul laid there, feeling the weight of his humiliation, and praying that she wouldn't do anything else to punish him. He knew that the only way to stop her was obeying. He would need to be much more careful in the future.  He nodded.

She put her foot on his throat and pressed down, looking at him as he tried to push it away uselessly. She let the book to fall close to him.

-"Read!" she said, calmly, "... or suffer the consequences."

She twisted her foot slightly on his throat. He didn't wait, he quickly took the book and opened it. She withdrew her foot to allow him to read then crossed her arms while standing above him. He started to read.

-"A slave, according to the sisterhood believings, is a male - submissive or not - who gives up his power to a dominant woman, known as Mistress. His consent is not required." he said with a trembling voice. He stopped reading to look in her eyes. She sat on the couch then she slipped a foot below his head and let the other on his chest. "Continue!" she summoned. And he did.

As he was reading, he wondered why the hell he didn't read that book in the first place. He needed to learn from his mistakes. He would need to be more respectful and obedient in the future, and hope that he would never find himself in such a displeasant situation. That was a lesson he would never forget.

However, he couldn't decide if he had to find a way to stop this quickly, or simply accept his fate and continue to enjoy the amazing moments he shared with Pearl in the sex department. Having sex with a normal woman was probably going to leave him frustrated and unsatisfied for his whole lifetime. The only though of it sent him a sudden thrill and he stopped his reading to apologize. "Sorry, Mistress, for being disobedient. Puppy will be a good pet." he said, resuming his reading before she could react.





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Chapter 3
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A few blocks away, as the sun rose above the horizon, casting a golden glow on the lake nearby, Melinda started the morning routine which had become her beloved ritual. She laced up her running shoes and headed towards the path that circled around the lake. That was a special moment for her, a peaceful and refreshing experience that allowed her to connect with nature and clear her mind before starting her day. The cool air of the early morning felt refreshing, and the peaceful sound of the water and the birds humming in the surrounding trees filled her mind with serenity.

As she began to run, she felt all of the worries and stress of the previous day slipping away, replaced by the calmness and tranquility of the natural environment surrounding her. The path was wide and nicely levelled, making it easy to run without tripping. She enjoyed the rhythm of her feet striking the ground, the gentle flow that helped her clear her mind and focus on the present moment.

After completing the first lap, Melinda slowed down to allow herself some time to appreciate the scenery. The trees lining the path had just started to bud, transforming the once bare branches into a patchwork of green and brown. She could hear the gentle rustling of the leaves in the breeze, and she felt a invigorating sense of freedom.

The cool shadows cast by the tall trees decorated the path with an animated lace which ravished her. The calm ambient of the place was truly soothing, and it allowed her to let her mind to wander through her never-ending daydreams.

After a short pause, Melinda resumed her jogging. She remained focused on her breathing and maintained a slow pace, allowing herself to comfortably absorb the peaceful atmosphere. In these conditions, the running itself was no challenge, it simply allowed her to clear her mind and set a positive tone for the rest of the day. As she continued her run, Melinda reflected on the many tasks she had to take care about, that made her feel refreshed and ready to face whatever the day might bring.

After five loops, she paused again for a moment, to stretch her legs, while taking in the beauty of the natural surroundings. The experience was always incredibly fulfilling, and Melinda knew that the feeling of zen she got from her morning routine was a valuable way to start her day. Anyway, she had to continue. She started to run again.

She was running along the path when she suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure up ahead. As she got closer, she realized it was Mike, the guy she had a crush on for months.

As soon as she caught a glimpse of him, Melinda's heart started racing faster than the pace of her run. She tried to act naturally, but her legs were shaking with excitement and nervousness at the same time. She could feel her face turning red, even though she was covered in sweat from the morning run. Sadly, as she got closer to him, he didn't even notice her presence. Each time they met, which mathematically happened twice a turn, she tried to be flirty and catch his attention with a smile or a nod, but he didn't seem to register anything. Instead, his eyes were focused on the small group of girls standing by the calisthenics area.

What she saw made her heart sink. The girls were just like the type of girls he always seemed to gravitate around during breaks with his male classmates. They were tall, strong, with toned muscles and a confident demeanor. They were performing, with visible ease, exercises which were just impossible for her to do. Meanwhile, they were talking animatedly about some topic that Melinda couldn't catch.

For a moment, Melinda felt a twinge of jealousy as she realized she didn't quite have the physical attributes that Mike was seemingly attracted to. Despite he was relatively short and slim himself, she could tell that these girls, tall, strong and muscular, were the type of girls he liked. Feeling embarrassed and hurt, Melinda just kept running, trying to ignore the pain in her chest.

Sadly she couldn't stop thinking about the fact that the guy she had a crush on would never see her in that way. She tried to tell herself that it wasn't a big deal, that there were other guys out there who would appreciate her, but it still hurt.

It was hard to stay focused on the run after that, but she forced herself to continue. The pain in her chest and the tears in her eyes only made her run faster, almost as if she was trying to outrun her own emotions. But as she kept running, she realized that she couldn't run away from the feelings she had, and she had to face them at some point.




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Chapter 4
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As Melinda continued to observe Mike's behavior over the next few days, she noticed that he would only go running when the female bodybuilders were working out at the lake. Melinda tried to convince herself that it was just a coincidence, but she couldn't deny what she had seen.

So, she decided to observe him discreetly from afar and see what he was up to, thereby she modified her running schedule to jog at the same time as Mike. Of course, she made sure to keep her distance and not draw any unwanted attention to herself.

The following day, as Melinda ran past him, she could see him sneak glances at the female bodybuilders and stretch out near them as if he was trying to make contact. But they seemed to be completely oblivious to his presence. Melinda couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. She had a secret crush on Mike, but his interest in the female bodybuilders made her feel inadequate, just another person in the background.

Despite these feelings, Melinda decided to continue observing Mike from a distance and see if she could learn anything else about him. She didn't want to confront him directly, but she was curious to know if there was a chance for her to pursue her own feelings for him or if she should just move on.

At first, Mike's attempts to casually approach the tall girls went unnoticed. He would sneak glances in their direction, smile and wave if they caught his eye. Then, as they didn't reply, he quickly turned away.

Mike was determined to catch the attention of the female bodybuilders and he frequently tried to flirt with them in his attempts. But as Mike's desire to talk and possibly flirt with them grew stronger, their reactions to his behavior became more obvious.
The girls started to tease Mike, laughing and joking among themselves when he was in earshot, pretending they didn't notice him, even when he tried to strike up a conversation. To Mike despair, they continued their workout, ignoring his attempts to get their attention.

Mike didn't give up. He often stopped by them, pretending to tie his shoes, take a breath, drink water, or stretch near them as an excuse to make contact, but they would just continue working out as if nothing had happened.

Their nonchalance and lack of interest in him frustrated Mike, he just tried different tactics, but the girls remained uninterested, and his attempts to flirt with them were useless.

Melinda wondered if Mike might be interested in one of the female bodybuilders in particular, but she was hesitant to make any assumptions. She continued to watch him as he ran past them and occasionally stopped to stretch or drink some water. She had no answer.

A week later, Melinda was out for her daily run, determined to talk to these huge girls at the lake. Somehow that made her feeling good because she was going put an end to the situation in a way or another. She was breathing heavily, running faster than usual, but she felt like she could go on forever. Unlike these past days, she was enjoying the fresh air and the sun shining down on her.

As she turned a corner, she saw one of these huge and muscular girls coming towards her. The girl was built like a superhero and despite she was running fast, the wonder woman had a big smile on her face. With the help of her long and powerful legs, she was running with a determined stride, propelling gracefully her tall and muscular frame. Melinda couldn't help but feel a little intimidated.

As the two were about to pass each other, Melinda suddenly realized that the girl had a guy following her.

That was Mike!

She couldn't believe her eyes and she felt her heart to skip a beat. She couldn't admit that Mike was in couple with this girl, or that he had a crush on her, she was clearly out of his league. However she knew very well that she would have had a crush on Mike even if she had been in that girl shoes.

Melinda needed to know if they were dating or if they were just friends. She wanted to know if she still had a chance with Mike. She could ask. After all she only wanted to know the nature of the relationship between these two, she wasn't trying to get in the middle of their romance.

When the girl was close enough, Melinda smiled, "Your boyfriend seems to be in distress. He's way behind you." she said, pointing to Mike. The girl stopped and giggled.
-"He's not my boyfriend. I guess he simply has a crush on me. He's following me, that's all." she said, "At least he's trying to." the girl answered, laughing, as she adjusted the straps of her crop top on her massive deltoids, exposing a bit more her perfect six-pack. "See? He stops running when I stop."

Melinda adjusted herself the straps of her tank top on her bony shoulders, by mimicry, glancing discreetly to Mike, then she pulled on the thin cloth to hide her belly. She was feeling a little bit insecure in front of the pretty girl towering above her, she didn't want to add the shame of the comparison to her feelings.

-"Are you okay, little one? You look like you've seen a ghost. By the way, my name is Erika."
-"S-sorry... I'm Melinda... I've just never seen a woman like you before...y-you're so impressive... No wonder why you drive guys' attention." she said.
-"Thank you, I appreciate that. Reaching this level of fitness comes with some frustrations, but it definitely worth it. And yes, I do get a lot of attention from guys, it's quite flattering. Is there anything I can help you with, or are you just in awe of my physique?" she asked jokingly.
-"Well, yes, I suppose I am." Melinda admitted, blushing a bit, "If it's not too much trouble, could I take a quick photo with you? You're just so breathtaking. I would love to have a souvenir of this moment." Melinda said, handling her phone.
-"Of course, little one. Come here and let's get that picture."

The huge blonde bent down to Melinda's level, allowing them to pose together for a picture. She made sure to flex her muscles and smiled sweetly for the camera. Mike continued to watch from afar with admiration and envy.

Melinda rested her hand on Erika's shoulder and was shocked by its size and fullness. She tried to squeeze the muscles and was amazed by their hardness. Her hand was so tiny compared to the bulging deltoids. She shivered. Erika noticed the useless but delightful attempts of the tiny girl and she shivered in return.

Melinda looked at her phone, sighing. "The picture is blurred." she said.
-"Let me try." Erika said, casually hoisting Melinda in one arm and standing up while taking the phone delicately with her free hand. Melinda blushed and little tremor shook her frail body.

The towering girl took a few pictures, still holding Melinda in the crook of her arm, then gave back her phone to the petite girl.  While Melinda looked the pictures, Erika touched delicately her tiny legs with her fingertips. Melinda didn't seem to mind.
-"I think you're very cute." Erika said.
-"I am particularly photogenic." Melinda answered humbly, "It's a matter of shadows."
-"I wasn't talking about the pictures." Erika replied, her natural beauty instantly enhanced by a subtle blush.

Melinda froze, trying to process the kind words of the Amazon. She smiled timidely and bit her lower lip.
-"I wish I could look like you... I'm cute, you're beautiful." the petite girl said, looking at the pictures that the muscular blond had just taken. There was admiration in Melinda's voice, obviously, although Erika could sense a little bit of jealousy as well.

Melinda knew that she was pretty but she couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous and a little bit disappointed knowing that Mike was attracted to strong women. She couldn't change Mike's tastes and she wasn't the kind of girls he liked. Maybe, if she could change the way she looked, one day he would see her as more than a simple girl running around the lake. Maybe Erika could help her.




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Chapter 5
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Jim stood at the baggage claim area of the airport, nervously scanning the crowd of travelers who were walking by. It had been nearly two months since he had last seen his tiny girlfriend, Jenna, and he couldn't wait to wrap his arms around her again.

As the passengers continued to trickle through, Jim began to worry that he might have missed her. He was certain that he would recognize her immediately, but as he looked around, everyone seemed to be a blur. He started to think that maybe she had gone to the wrong airport or even worse, that something bad had happened.

And then, as if his prayers had been answered, Jim finally spotted Jenna. But as he looked closer, he realized that there was something strange about her appearance. She seemed two feet taller and her body much wider, as if she had gained a great amount of weight in the past couple of months.

Jim's worst fears were confirmed: he had no idea who this unfamiliar giant was. Panicking, Jim clutched his chest and felt his legs giving out beneath him. He knew he was fainting from shock, and he hoped that someone would catch him before he hit the ground.

Jenna immediately realized that something was wrong when she saw Jim collapsing. Without thinking twice, she rushed over to catch him as he fell.
-"Jim," she whispered, shaking him slightly. "Jim, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

She noticed Jim's eyes were rolling back in his head as his body went limp.

Concerned, Jenna immediately grabbed her phone and dialed 911 for an ambulance.
-"He just fainted," she told the dispatcher. "Please hurry, I think he's having a heart attack!" she said lifting Jim's body off the floor.

Two months ago she wasn't able to lift him but with the help of her new strength that was much easier than before. She sat down on a nearby bench with her boyfriend in her arms and waited anxiously for the ambulance to arrive.

As it arrived, seconds later, Jenna was able to explain the situation to the paramedics, who quickly went to work. Jim's pulse was weak, and he was not responding to any of their questions. Jenna felt helpless, not knowing how to react and even less how to help. Meanwhile the paramedics quickly loaded Jim into the ambulance with the intention to speed off to the nearest hospital.

Unfortunately, the ambulance was blocked at the airport by a heavy metallic wheel clamp. It had been placed there by the airport police for parking at the wrong place. Were they serious? An ambulance?.

-"Can you believe how big she is?!" one of the onlookers commented.
-"I just hope she's healthy with that big body."
-"Yes, she's huge, but she seems like a really caring person."

Facing the situation, the driver was getting increasingly desperate. He knew that every second counted. "That airport police seems to be even stupider than the one in 'Die hard'."

Many onlookers seemed to appreciate the driver's sense of humour but Jenna was unaffected, she was looking at the clamp. The towering muscle-bound woman had a look of determination on her face. The onlookers watched in amazement as Jenna approached the clamping device, her huge muscles already bulging with strength. She shrugged and wrapped her massive, muscular arms around the wheelclamp to grab it with her bare hands. The clamp made a loud metallic creaking sound filling the air with suspense and gravity. The onlookers tensed, unsure of what was about to happen.

Jenna's grip on the clamp was tight, her muscles tensed and bulged. She took a deep breath then she began to exert force, trying to tear the clamp apart. The sound of the metallic device protesting grew louder as the pressure increased, almost as if it was crying out in pain. The onlookers couldn't believe what they were seeing. It was as if Jenna was a superwoman, capable of doing what others could only imagine. The metallic sound filled the air, it was deafening, and the wheelclamp started to tear apart, the metal bending and snapping inexorably.

Jenna was unfazed, and she continued to exert force on the device, her strong grip tearing the clamp apart slowly. Then, with a loud, echoing snap, the clamp came apart in Jenna's mighty grip, the metal bending and buckling under the force of her tremendous arms. Finally, she released her grip on the wheelclamp, and it fell heavily to the ground.

The onlookers let out a collective gasp, their eyes darting between the broken clamp and Jenna's powerful form. Some of them whispered amongst themselves, unable to believe what they had just seen. They were clearly amazed at her strength and wondered how she did it. One woman thought out loud, "I wish I had arms like hers, I could take on anything."

Jenna, for her part, remained calm and collected, she grabbed the clamp and tossed it aside. The ambulance was able to set off again. She simply summoned the driver to rush to the hospital while she sat in the ambulance next to her boyfriend. The heavy vehicle tilted noticeably as she hopped on, but noone dared to tell her. As it pulled away, Jenna leaned above her boyfriend to take his hand, oblivious of the cheers and applauses of the onlookers, as well as the groans of the rear axle.





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Chapter 6
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Once they arrived at the hospital, they rushed Jim into the emergency room, with Jenna following closely behind. Of course, as the medics and nurses saw Jenna for the first time, they were taken aback by her staggering height and size. Many of them had never seen anything like it before, and they were caught off guard, staring in disbelief.

However, they told Jenna to wait nearby and quickly took Jim into a private room to examine him. Despite their initial shock, the medics were quickly able to compose themselves and get to work. They focused on their job, and soon enough, they were monitoring Jim's condition and doing everything that was needed. Yet they couldn't help but exchange glances or whispers to each other, their minds still reeling from their first encounter with Jenna. They knew that they were professionals, and that they shouldn't spend too much time dwelling on their surprise, but the sheer size and sudden appearance of Jenna was still something unexpected, and it took a moment for them to collect themselves.

-"Have you seen something like this before? I've never seen anything like it in my life."
-"Yeah, I've been in the medical field for 20 years, dude, and I've never seen someone like her. She's like a Goddess."
-"Talk about a giant! I thought I was tall, but she makes me look like a midget!" said a nurse.
-"And her arms?! Did you see the size of her arms! They're huge!" exclaimed another one, trying to size the limbs with her hands.

As the medics and nurses continued to check Jim's vitals, one of them couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He turned to his colleague, "You know, my sister joined one of those weight-lifting sisterhoods a while back. She's been working out like crazy, to build muscles, and now she's built like a brick house! She's almost as big as her!" He whispered. His colleague laughed in agreement.
-"No kidding! I had no idea muscle-sisterhoods were even a thing. Maybe I should suggest that to my girlfriend..." He trailed off, lost in thought, imagining his girlfriend lifting and carrying him effortlessly.

Meanwhile, Jenna was sitting nervously, a mixture of concern and worry etched on her face. She couldn't help but wonder what it must be like for him to see her so different from when he last saw her. Her heart ached for him, and she prayed that the doctors would be able to help him. She had to wait a few more minutes, which felt like hours, before a doctor finally came out to give her an update.

-"We're running some tests on Jim right now, but from what we can tell, he had a major panic attack." the doctor told her in a reassuring tone. "We're going to keep him overnight to monitor his condition, but from what we've seen so far, he's going to be okay."

Jenna let out a sigh of relief, feeling grateful that Jim was going to be alright.

As the medical staff went to work and let her alone with her boyfriend, Jenna sat quietly by his side, holding his hand and offering what little comfort she could. A nurse came back and approached the giant blonde, looking at her in amazement.
-"I saw what you did with that wheelclamp. I was in the ambulance." she said, a slight shake in her voice. "How are you so strong? If you don't mind me asking."

Jenna gave an amused smile and shrugged,
-"It's the Emendatae program," she said. "A program that allows you to grow taller and build muscles in no time. It's like nothing I've ever experienced before."

The nurse looked at her in disbelief, "The Emendatae program?" she repeated. "I've never heard of anything like that before. How does it work?"

Jenna started to explain what the Emendatae program was and the nurse listened in amazement. But as Jenna explained, the nurses around stopped what they were doing to listen as well. Their eyes widened as they heard how Jenna had become so strong in only two months.

-"That's incredible," another nurse said, "I had no idea such a program existed. Is it safe?"

Jenna smiled, her muscles bulging as she rolled her shoulders.
-"It's completely safe," she said, "The Emendatae program was developed by scientists and medical professionals, plus it has been tested extensively. It's not for everyone, but for those of us who want to be stronger and taller, it's the perfect solution."

The nurse nodded, intrigued. "I can see that," she said, "But how does it work? I've never heard of anything like it before."

Jenna explained about the special gene therapy that was involved, the proteine supplementation, and how it worked to stimulate muscle growth and height increase. The nurses listened intently, their curiosity piqued.
-"That sounds amazing," a nurse said, "But I'm still not sure if it's something I'd be willing to try."

Jenna nodded, understanding the nurse's hesitation. "It's not for everyone," she said, "But I think it's worth considering if you want to be the strongest, most powerful version of yourself." Jenna added, her green eyes shimmering as she smiled. She flexed one arm, "It's all thanks to the Emendatae program..." she said. "... which allowed me to grow taller, build more muscles and lift incredible weights... I've been doing it for two months now, and the results speak for themselves."

The nurses were in awe, their eyes rounding as they listened to Jenna describe the program.
-"That's amazing," the first nurse said, her voice tinged with respect.
-"I still can't believe that something like that exists. Can anyone sign up for the program?"
-"Yes, but it's not cheap. The cost is equivalent to a year's salary."
-"Wow... that's pretty steep. Is it worth it?"

Jenna smiled

-"For me, it was definitely worth it." she said, performing a spectacular double biceps pose to emphasize, "But it's not just a matter of physical strength." she added, crossing her arms, not really making them less impressive, "it's also mental and emotional strength. This program helped me overcome my insecurities and become a more confident and capable person."
-"I'm glad it worked out for you. If what you told us is true, that's an incredible transformation."

Jenna sighed.
-"I hope he will share your opinion." she said, pointing to Jim. "It's amazing what the human body is capable of, when you give it the right tools." she continued, "But what amazes some, may turn off the others." she said, sighing.

The nurse nodded, still looking amazed.
-"I still can't believe you were able to tear that wheelclamp apart like that," she said. "You're like a real-life superhero."

Jenna laughed, "I guess you could say that," she said. "Personnally I'm just grateful that I was able to be there for my boyfriend when he needed me."




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Chapter 7
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Pearl exited the shower, letting the water to drip voluntarily on her bulging muscles. She liked the way the droplets made her skin to glisten when she exposed her body to the warm sunrays of the morning. "Puppy !" she called Paul, "At my heels, darling!" she commanded.

Paul knew well that she wasn't calling him 'Puppy' innocently. She had planed something for him. He answered adequately as he lunged to the bathroom walking on all fours, "Woof! Woof!".

One bark for 'No', two barks for 'yes', three barks to demand permission to talk. He remembered.

When he arrived, she was in the bedroom, facing the full length mirror, brushing her long hair. She was still naked. As she saw him through the mirror, she pointed behind her, at her feet, "Here." she commanded. He advanced silently and knelt behind her. She continued to brush her hair then ordered, "Lick my legs dry."

Paul didn't need any inducement. He started to lick immediately, realizing, as he did, that he wasn't reluctant anymore. Not only he was licking her willingly but he was enjoying it immensely.

At the beginning, he didn't notice but as he was licking, water continued to drip. It was useless to lick an area and expect it to remain dry, therefore his tongue started to wander randomly all over her legs. Although he had a special attention to her diamond cut calves or her magnificent buttocks, Paul, as an obedient puppy, didn't miss a single spot on the rear of her legs. Of course, all along, he had kept his hands on his back as requested in the 'SRB' book, only using his tongue to achieve his duty.

When she turned toward him, in order to let him lick the front of her legs, she demanded his attention, "Puppy?"
-"Woof! Woof!"
-"Give me the hand." she said. Then, when he complied, she let his hand on her thigh, implicitely giving him permission to touch.
-"Woof! Woof! Woof!" he barked, demanding for permission to talk.
-"Not yet."
-"Woof! Woof!" he answered sheepishly between two licks, looking up toward her while he continued licking, not affected at all by her refusal. Since he couldn't see her face, as it was hidden by her massive chest, he lowered his gaze, stopping it by her crotch.

The temptation was too much. He hugged her enormous thighs, purred, rubbing his cheeks on her massive quadriceps, then he dipped his tongue between her legs and licked greedily. She didn't expect him to initiate that kind of things, especially since her transformation, therefore she was instantly shaken by a strong and unexpected thrill. She spread her legs slightly, breaking his imperceptible hold, to offer her erected clit as a reward to his amazing tongue.

Paul took the thick appendage in his mouth and sucked on it, gulping loudly as he swallowed the warm juices coating it. He took notice about how much her clit had grown in the past weeks, but he didn't care. On the contrary, he surprised himself by sucking even more eagerly on the big meaty fruit. He tried to emcompass her thighs to grasp her ass and feel their hardness, but his weak arms were just not long enough. She was a true Goddess, he knew he was lucky to be there, servicing her. He looked up to show his gratitude but he couldn't see her face, her huge breasts prevented it. He realized that she couldn't see him neither. She was peacefully continuing to brush her hair.

At that very moment, he felt that he was nothing more than a sex toy pleasing her, he wasn't her husband nor her lover, he was a device she could command at her will. To add to his confusion, she just commanded him "Deeper!... Deeper and faster!"

He complied immediately, plunging his tongue in her dripping wet pussy. She shivered and tensed her muscles. Then without any other warning, she climaxed silently, spasming as she coated his face with her juices. He looked up. She had her free hand caressing her rock hard abs, while she continued to brush her long golden hair. He licked her clean then, as he assumed he had finished his duty, he was about to crawl backward. She had other plans, she clenched her vaginal muscles, clamping them around his tongue. Obviously she wanted him to remain there.

-"Paul, I want you to go to the grocery store." she said, letting the brush on the nightstand. She grabbed a silky blouse and checked it. "I wrote a list for you. It's on the table at the kitchen." she added, inserting her big arm in the sleeve and flexing it. "Muuummmm! I like the soft touch of the silk." she commented, putting her other arm in the cloth before butonning it methodically. "You will use your new credit card." she added, relaxing her vaginal muscles to release him...

-"Woof! Woof!"




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Chapter 8
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As news of Jenna's amazing strength spread across the hospital, more and more people approached her, asking about the Emendatae program. The word was out, and everyone wanted to know more about how they could grow taller too, build muscles or lift incredible weights.

When the guys approached her, asking about a membership, Jenna was forced to disappoint them. "I'm sorry, guys, but the Emendatae program is a sisterhood; it's not for guys," she explained.

The guys grumbled in disappointment, the girls cheered, gloating that they would have access to something special that the guys wouldn't. Their eyes were sparkling with excitement as they swarmed around Jenna, wanting to know more.

-"So you're saying there's a secret society of strong women?" one of them chimed in. "I want to know everything."

Jenna chuckled, her broad shoulders shaking. "It's not a secret society," she said. "It's a sisterhood that allows you to grow taller and build muscles rapidly. It allows women to become stronger and lift bigger weights." Jenna continued, her voice deep and booming. "It's a program that strengthens and empowers women, giving us an advantage in any situation. We help each other, lifting one another up and achieving anything we set our minds to."

The girls listened in wonder, their eyes wide with awe. They knew that with access to the Emendatae program, they would be unstoppable. They wanted every detail, every bit of information that Jenna had to offer.

-"How much heavier can you lift?" one asked.
-"I don't know really. I guess I could benchpress 50lbs when I started... thus... let's say hundred times stronger?... Probably more."
The girls stared in awe as they tried to do the maths.
-"Seriously? 5000 lbs?" said a nurse, "My husband plays football and he lifts 250 lbs! So you're telling that you're twenty times stronger than him? As strong as the whole team reunited?"

The nurse who was in the ambulance commented. "I have seen her breaking a wheelclamp with her bare hands. I'm pretty sure than she's even stronger than that."

-"Stronger than twenty men??!!... Can you tell us how to join?" another said, "I would like to be as strong as Wonder Woman!"

Jenna smiled, happy to share the details of the Emendatae program with anyone who was interested in becoming stronger.

-"It involves a lot of determination, but the results speak for themselves. I can do things now that I never thought possible. And it's all thanks to the sisterhood."

-"How does it feel to be so strong?" one of them asked.
-"What kind of activities can you do now that you couldn't before?" asked another nurse without letting Jenna to answer.

Jenna smiled, glad to have these eager listeners around her. "It's incredible," she said. "I feel like I can do anything."
-"Can you play football?"
-"Yes, but only with sisters. Guys are too frail." she replied, giggling.

The girls couldn't hold back their smirks. The guys didn't react. There was still a sense of sadness among them. They couldn't help but feel left out.

Excited by the prospect of bringing more women into the program, Jenna offered her biceps for the girls to write down their names and phone numbers on it. The girls eagerly snatched up the chance, grabbing pens and jotting down their informations on Jenna's muscular arms.

As Jenna flexed her muscles, gasps and comments filled the air. Her biceps rippled and bulged, the definition and size of her muscles catching the girls off guard. They were amazed by the amount of strength that Jenna possessed.

-"Wow, that's crazy," one of the girls exclaimed, her eyes fixed on Jenna's biceps. "I've never seen anything like that before."
-"Me neither," another girl said, her eyes wide with amazement. "It's like they have a mind of their own."

Jenna smiled, proud of what she had achieved through the Emendatae program.

As the girls continued to write down their names and phone numbers on her biceps, she noticed that one of them had drawn a heart close to her name. She couldn't help but smile. "Well, well, well," Jenna said, her voice filled with amusement, "Who's Betsy an who's Billy?... and why are you drawing hearts on my arm?"

The girl blushed, her face turning a deep shade of pink. "Oh, it's nothing," she said, her voice shaking slightly.
-"Come on, girl," Jenna said, her tone gentle but firm. "I won't judge. why are you drawing hearts on my arms?"

The girl took a deep breath and then spoke, her voice shaky.
-"I'm Betsy, Billy is my sister. She's been having a hard time lately, and I want to do something for her. I think that your sisterhood might help her."

Jenna felt a sense of warmth and empathy wash over her. "Oh, sweetheart," she said, patting the girl's shoulder. "That's such a sweet gesture. I'm sure your sister will love it. I'll make sure that I take care of her personally, okay?"

The girl nodded, tears welling in her eyes as she hugged Jenna. "Thank you," she whispered.

Jenna smiled, feeling a sense of joy at being able to help someone else. She looked at the girls as they continued to write names. Then, as the girls finished writing down their contact informations, they bombarded Jenna with more questions about the Emendatae program. She answered each question with enthusiasm, feeling a sense of pride in being able to help other women to achieve their full potential. She knew that many people were not aware of the incredible potential that women had to grow taller and build muscles, and she was excited to share her experience with others.




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Chapter 9
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Later,
Jenna was standing beside her boyfriend's bed, holding his hand and trying to help him to relax. She and the girls were still talking about the Emendatae program, when a doctor entered the room. Maybe he was just annoyed by something else but he seemed visibly annoyed as well by the group of women crowding around Jenna and her impressive muscles. He took his frustration out on Jenna.

-"You need to learn to mind your own business," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're not a doctor, and you have no right to be interfering like this. You're nothing but a circus freak, showing off your muscles. You don't belong here."

Jenna's eyes narrowed at the doctor's words, a surge of anger rising up in her chest. She had done nothing wrong, and the doctor had no right to speak to her like that. Without thinking, she reached out, grabbed the doctor by the neck and lifted him off the ground, casually hoisting him into the air with ease. His feet dangled off the floor, and he hung there, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected turn of events. The girls watching were stunned, their mouths hanging open in shock as they watched the doctor dangling helplessly.

-"Don't you ever speak to me like that again," Jenna growled, her voice voluntarily lower to intimidate the doctor as she looked down at him, her eyes cold and unblinking. "Or I won't hesitate to show you what I'm capable of."

The doctor trembled nervously, his knees buckling under the pressure of Jenna's gaze. He could feel the strength in her arms, the solidity of her grip, and he had no doubt that she was fully capable of making good on her threat. The nurses watched on in shock as Jenna hoisted the doctor off the ground, his feet dangling above the air, as he tried, in vain, to free himself from her grip. He was already pale, but as her grip became stronger and his face turned into a frightening bluish tone due to the lack of oxygen.

-"You're right, I'm not a doctor. YOU are!..." Jenna said, walking across the room with him at arm length, then pretending to calmly check a few magazines sprawled on a table, turning the pages with her free hand. "...As such, you will make sure that my boyfriend gets the best care possible. If anything happens to him,..." Jenna said, her voice cold and steady, ".... I will be holding you personally responsible. You will have to answer to me on that, and trust me, you don't want that." she added, grabbing nonchalantly a marble bookend then shattering it to pieces.

Jenna gently loosened her grip on both hands, causing the doctor's face to gradually regain a more reassuring appearance, and the remains of the bookend to fall.

He was shocked and seeing the pebbles, slowly falling from her hand within a trickle of powder, didn't help at all. He quickly nodded, accepting Jenna's terms unconditionally. She released her grip, letting him fall to the ground with a sharp thud. He scurried off, his legs unable to bear his weight as he stumbled out of the room, his heart racing with fear.

As the room fell silent, Jenna watched him go, feeling a sense of satisfaction. She knew that the doctor would think twice before treating her or anyone else with such disrespect in the future.

She turned back to Jim and smiled, he was still sleeping peacefully. Reassured, she returned her attention to the nurses who had been watching the situation with wide-eyed interest. She smiled even more, feeling a surge of adrenaline as she realized what she had just done. She had stood up for herself and her boyfriend, and she felt very proud of it.

-"Yes, I just stood up for myself and my boyfriend, and I feel very proud of it." she said, "That's what the Emendatae program can do for you. You all take care of yourself, okay? Don't let anyone try to put you down or make you feel weak."

She leaned forward to kiss her sleeping prince, then she stood still, towering above the nurses, "See you soon at the gym." she said, winking.

A moment later, Jenna's boyfriend began to stir. He opened his foggy eyes and looked up at nurse Betsy, his expression a mix of confusion and curiosity.

-"Jenna is that you?" he asked, his voice raspy.
-"No, I'm Betsy," she answered, bending down to speak to him. "I'm a nurse here at the hospital. Your girlfriend, Jenna, told me about what happened and how you've been feeling. She was worried about you and wanted me to come and check up on you."

Jim listened, his eyes wide and grateful. Jenna had always been there for him, and the thought of her being so worried about him was heart-warming. However, as he tried to remember what had happened, he just couldn't find out. He was about to ask when Betsy noticed his confused look, she talked first. Jenna had warned her, he fainted after seeing her huge muscular body thus it was better to avoid that topic.

-"You're lucky to have such a caring girlfriend," Betsy said with a kind smile, "and you're lucky to be alive. You took quite a hit there."

Jim nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude and relief. "I know," he said, "I'm just glad I made it out alive."
-"You have to be careful," Betsy warned, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You're not invincible, you know. You need to take care of yourself."
-"I will," he said firmly, "I promise." he added, still trying to figure what had happened.
-"You're OK?" asked Betsy.
-"Yes. I just can't remember anything. Only a crazy dream about my girlfriend being a super woman." he completed, smiling.
-"I suppose that kind of dreams is frequent when you're rescued by someone you love." she said, giggling inwards, thinking about his upcoming encounter with Jenna.





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Chapter 10
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Paul, as requested, was on the way to do the food shopping at the supermarket. That wasn't an easy task because Pearl needed great amounts of food to nourrish her huge body thus the several bags of groceries were always very heavy. At least they were for him.

As a normal man, not being able to build muscles as his wife, seemed to be the bane of Paul's existence. Everywhere he went, he seemed to be surrounded by women who were towering over him and looking down at him with pity, and that was worse at 'Athena's garden'. He couldn't help but feel inferior and inadequate in the face of these massively muscular women, who seemed to have embraced the Emendatae muscle program with gusto. The more he saw them, the more he felt like he was destined to be small and weak forever. That wasn't a great feeling, luckily it was greatly balanced by the pleasure he felt in other occasions.

Nevertheless, he tried to put on a brave face as he walked down the street, avoiding eye contact with the towering women who surrounded him, in case they considered it as a lack of respect. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment towards them and their newfound strength. He would have given anything to be able to be as strong and confident as they were, but it seemed like that was just not in the cards for him. He couldn't help but wonder if he'll ever be able to catch up to them, or if he'll always be the smallest guy in the room. The hope of a new treatment for men was becoming very common among the male population of the city but it seemed that the Emendatae program was still kept more or less secret and its extend was limited to the county. Consequently, there were still no researchs at all on that topic.

The poor man tried to shake off his feelings of inadequacy, but they continued to nag at him as he made his way down the street. He saw a few other small skinny guys like himself struggling to keep up with taller and more muscular women, but he couldn't help feeling like he was the only one who was bothered by that. The clothes he was wearing were a good reminder of the new role reversal. Pearl chose his clothes every morning. He had no say on that topic, nor on any other else. At the moment, he was wearing old pink capri leggings and a white cotton T-shirt decorated with a lovely unicorn. All the clothes were old Pearl's ones. The T-shirt fit well, the leggings were clearly baggy on him and looked like sportpants. He tried to reassure himself that it was not a big deal, every guy around seemed to be in the same situation, but it was hard to ignore the fact that he was constantly being reminded of his weaknesses.

As he passed by a couple, he checked the guy's clothes. He was wearing revealing denim shorts barely covering his ass and a pink tank top with these words in white letters 'Sexy Girl". He gulped loudly, recognizing them.
-"Hello, Dave." he said, "Greetings, Mistress Megan." he added, more respectuously, bowing slightly as he addressed to her.

The huge Amazon smiled silently in return. She was phoning to someone, while toying with David's tie mindlessly. Nothing unusual, except David was suspended to the tie and was swinging smoothly a foot above the ground. He didn't answer. His tie  was tightened around his neck and prevented him to talk. All he was trying to do, was to have a good grip on Megan's massive forearms to loosen the tie. Paul shivered, both frightened and aroused by this paltry feat of strength.

He continued down the street, sporting a noticeable hard-on, thus he accelerated his pace as much as he could, to turn around a corner and walk in a less busy street.

Each time his gaze met one of these Emendatae, he hoped she hadn't noticed his bulge. He knew that could trigger sexual needs instantly and he wouldn't be able to stop her. He couldn't help but feel a bit out of place among all of these strong, imposing women. Of course, the feeling of inadequacy lingered even after he turned at the corner and lost sight of the intimidating women. It was permanently hauting him.

As he arrived at the grocery store, he waited for a moment at the entrance, hidden behind an advertising board, avoiding to meet any of these towering Goddesses while sporting an obvious bulge in his pants.

When the erection has been subdued, he entered the vast supermarket, taking in the towering figures that surrounded him. He couldn't help but feel once more a little intimidated by their immense size and muscular physique. He walked warily through the aisles, trying his best not to make eye contact with anyone around him. It wasn't that he was shy, he had just been living at 'Athena's garden' for a few days and was still adjusting to the sudden change.

Two months ago, a small part of the women of the town had undergone the Emendatae gene therapy. Their bodies had grown to seven feet tall and were covered with thick, powerful muscles, but they were a few. At Athena's garden that was different, every woman was a towering Goddess, and, worse than their greater size was their sudden confidence.

In the meanwhile, Paul, who had been clearly turned off by any muscular woman in the past, had progressively been more and more turned on by the animal attraction of these powerful women. The hard and swollen muscles he considered disgusting, were now a constant source of desire and adoration. To make things worse, these tall and sexy women liked to draw attention to themselves and Paul had already been the butt of many of their mocking jokes.

He made his way through the aisles of the store with his cart, trying not to draw unwanted attention. He rushed around, grabbing items as quickly as possible, in the hopes of getting out of there even faster. But as he made his way up and down the aisles, he kept running into the tall women. One after another they seemed to pop up, towering over him and showcasing their intimidating figures.

-"Shopping without a bodyguard there little man?" One of them said with a laugh as she began piling groceries into her cart.

Paul kept his head down and made his way to the fruits section of the supermarket. Again, he was surrounded by towering women. All of them had clearly listened the remark and they didn't hide their giggles. He tried to ignore them and looked at the shelves. They were placed well above his head, a perfect place to the tall Emendatae, but forcing him to tiptoe to reach the fruits and vegetables at the top. He reached his arm up to grab an apple, but before he could get a good grip on it, one of the women, a brunette with a lovely face, reached over him and grabbed the apple with one hand. "Whoa there," she said with a friendly smile, "Let me get that for you."
-"Thank you, Mistress." Paul chuckled, a bit embarrassed by her towering height.

She turned toward Paul, giving him a few more apples, and said, "Is there anything else you need help with? I can see you're having trouble reaching the top shelves."
-"No, thank you, Mistress." Paul replied, with a slight blush on his face.

She could tell he was uneasy. She rested her hand on his head, smiled at him and winked. "Don't worry buddy." she said, her voice softening to reassure him. "We don't bite. We just like to tease and play around a bit. Don't take it too seriously." she explained, ruffling his hair gently as she moved away. He smiled sheepishly.

A bit reassured, he walked towards the meat section. There was a blond woman with a long cascading hair, bent down to grab a package of ground beef from the bottom shelf. She turned her gaze toward him and her face lighted up. "Excuse me, little one, can you reach that package on the lower shelf for me? I can't reach it in these high heels, my mini skirt is too tight," she explained with a laugh, caressing her perfect round ass to emphasize, fully aware of the effect that would have on him.

"Sure, no problem, Mistress." Paul said, reaching down and grabbing the heavy package with both hands. He pulled it toward him, to prevent his back from injury, then he stood up using all the strength of his wiry legs and held the heavy package for her. She smiled, closing the glass door of the giant fridge, noticing his shivering when her arm brushed against his hair as she released the handle just above his head.

She thanked him with a gentle squeeze on his chin and a smile, then she took the package between her thumb and her forefinger, relieving him from the weight, and put it in her cart. She winked and walked away swinging her sexy ass. Paul was about to tell her that he would like to have meat too and that he couldn't open the fridge without help, but he decided otherwise and watched her to walk away sexily. He didn't notice yet, but he was sporting a tremendous hard-on, triggered by the blond Amazon's powerful pheromones as well as her alluring figure.

As she disappeared behind the aisle, he sighed audibly. There was a stirring in his pants and his cock twitched. He was clearly aroused by the muscular blond. He couldn't believe that these girls were a total turn off a few weeks ago, and now, they could bring him near to orgasm without even trying. He hid his crotch behind his cart and quickly went to the cereals aisle.

He reached up to grab a box of cereals from the top shelf, but it was just out of reach. Suddenly, he felt strong arms around his waist, lifting him up into the air. He realized instantly that a girl with muscles twice the size of his, was hoisting him up to grab the cereal box. He was startled, but also grateful for the help. He grabbed the box and let it fall in his cart, "Thank you, Mistress." he said, not being able to see the woman yet.
-"No problem, I'm happy to help, little fellow" she said, sitting him on the top shelf, facing her. He recognized immediately the tall blond who just triggered his instant hard-on.

Alerted by the sudden change of his smell, she had been fully aware of the effect she had on him when she walked away. Her lust growing stronger, as she thought about the opportinuty she had to try her mastering on her powerful pheromones. She had waited for weeks for that moment. She was almost achieving it. She wanted to know how far she could go.

Now that he had a better look on her, he instantly understood why he was so attracted by her, she looked like Pearl. Same smile, same eyes, same perfect make-up and long blond hair nicely spread on her massive shoulders. The though of his beloved wife made him smile. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, especially as he was sporting a raging erection before that beautiful Emendatae.

The girl saw his expression and chuckled, "Don't worry, kid. We tall girls know what it's like to struggle with these things. I'm happy to help, if you need it." she said, offering him a friendly smile.

He was trying to figure what kind of help she was referring to. He hadn't to wait long to find out, because she pressed softly on his crotch, while sucking her middle finger on the other hand, looking at him teasingly. She wanted obviously, as Linda did, force him to cream his pants, in a way or another.

Paul gulped, feeling uncomfortable once more, but he didn't miss the opportunity to ask her for help, "I would really appreciate your help with the fridge doors, I can't open them, Mistress." he said, blushing, while declining implicitely the tall beauty's tempting offer.

As she was about to answer him, another tall Amazon approached with a pallet of beer cans on her arms. Obviously, the tall brunette worked at the grocery store and had already met the cute little guy.
-"Hi, Paul." she said, smiling, "Is Pamela annoying you?" she asked with a large grin as she motionned to the blond beauty.
-"Is he a friend of yours, Brenda?" the beautiful blond, asked.
-"He's Pearl's husband, Pam."
-"Oh! He's married?!" Pamela replied, noticing Paul's ring for the very first time, "I should have known. Such a cute little puppy couldn't be single... He's just making me so hot." Pamela said while unbuttoning a couple of buttons of her shirt. That allowed him a good view on her huge boobs. The contrast between the white cotton and their taned flesh was making them deliciously appetizing. His erection grew a bit more. Both girls clearly smelt the aroma of his precum. They shivered but Paul didn't notice. He was transfixed by the blond's bosom.
-"Come on, Paul! Hop on the pallet." Brenda teased. "I carry you to the fridges section before she rapes you."
-"Yes, Paul. Hop on before I kidnap you. I'm not kidding. I could keep you for myself." the tall blond added, making Paul even more uncomfortable as she slid her hand between her huge tits.

He hesitated slightly but Brenda's warm smile convinced him to jump on the beer cans. As he did, she didn't flinch at all. The momentum was clearly insignificant to her strong muscles. She continued to walk as he sat at the edge of the pile of cans, her powerful strides making him to bounce gently on them.
-"How is Pearl going, sweetheart?"
-"She's going well, Mistress. May I ask how you've been lately?"  he answered looking over his shoulder.
-"I'm fine. Thank you, sugar." she answered, visibly pleased by the question, while turning the pallet so he was facing toward her.

Usually, Brenda's breasts were as big as Pamela's ones and no less appetizing. In her state of post-pregnancy, they were clearly heavier, rounder and fuller.

He was fully aware that a simple gaze toward them, especially from his elevated point of view, would inevitably lead to an unwanted orgasm. Therefore, he was trying to subdue the desire to succumb to the temptation and tried to keep his gaze locked on hers. Sadly, she could easily read his mind and she wasn't going to miss an oportunity to relieve the tension in her breasts filled with milk. She lowered the pallet until his chin rested softly on her cushionny flesh. He was about to argue but she had already cupped his nape with her free hand and his face was pressed against her nipple.

Paul tried to resist but that was useless. Not only he couldn't compete in the strength department but her poweful pheromones were already at work. As soon as the thick appendage was forced between his lips, he started to suck hungrily. Soon, a powerful and continuous spurt of warm milk filled his mouth. He gagged loudly but still managed to swallow it. The milk was hot and tasty. He wanted to purr to show off his appreciation but the flow of the delicious liquid was preventing him to breath. He had to stop briefly to take a breath. He trembled, on the verge of cumming. However, he didn't stop sucking. He took the nipple in his mouth again and bit it gently. Brenda let out a long moan of pleasure, barely muffled by her juicy lips. Paul was entrailed by a sudden addiction to the warm nectar and continued to suck eagerly even after she released her grip on his neck, still holding him against her with her free hand, to deposit the pallet on the aisle of the beverages section.

She pushed him slightly backward. He released the nipple with a 'POP!' and was sprinkled by a last jet of milk. He spasmed, smiling to her, unaware of the mess he had just done in his pants. He licked as much milk as possible with his tongue, looking at her, amazed. She covered her tit with her tiny top, smiling back to him, then she cupped his head in her big hand and gently led his lips to the other nipple.
-"Thank you, Mistress." he said, looking at her with gratitude as he lifted the top delicately, caressing her huge breast with his tiny hands. The erected nipple sprung as it was liberated by the hem of the top. He gulped loudly, swallowed, then he started to suck, smiling to her, oblivious of his loving and beloved wife.

The delicious feeling of his lips, the soft touch of his hands caressing her tits, as well as the weird and exciting smell of his goo, made her to tremble. She was about to climax!
She moaned, squeezing her massive thighs together as she walked to delay the inevitable orgasm that was building up, making her strides clumsy and erratic. Nevertheless, she didn't stop caressing him with her free hand until they reached the meat section.

As she stopped close to the fridge, she couldn't wait anymore. She pressed her tits on the glass door, pinning Paul in-between and grasped the fridge with both hands for leverage and avoid to crush the poor guy between the two hard masses.
She came right then, moaning softly as her strong muscles shook uncontrollably, jerking the fridge unceremoniously. Paul  slid like a rag on the cold glass until she had finished. The orgasm was intense, amazing, He couldn't avoid another hard-on at the sight of the muscular Amazon putting her mighty muscles at work unconciously. When the spasms slowly faded away, she realized she was hoisting the fridge and let it on the floor. She purred softly, carressing his hair, then opened the glass door aside them. Paul realized the situation he was in as he saw their reflects on the glass.

He was pinned against the door, hanging to her still rigid nipple, dangling above the floor helplessly. Their gazes met. A sudden thrill shook her spine. She had to take a deep breath. As she did, he went up with her nipple, wiping the glass with his back. She smiled, looking down at his bulge through the reflect, then she stood still. She stepped backward, away from the fridge, to watch him swing smoothly, hooked by the mouth to her nipple, harder than ever. She blew a seductive kiss to his reflect then cupped her breast and squeezed it. When she released the pressure, the swell, added to a powerful stream of milk, propelled him against the fridge and he slid down along it to spasm uncontrollably on the floor.

Brenda adjusted her clothes, smiling to him while he came once more in his pants. "So cute!" she thought. She took a deep breath, knotting her hair into a tight bun to feel the fresh air of the aisle refreshing her massive traps. She put a pack of steacks in his cart then crouched close to him to rub his hair playfully, "See you later, sweetheart."

Paul thanked her with a smile. Had he wanted to speak, he couldn't. He was still trying to recover and was gasping for air. He watched her to walk away, stretching her huge muscles sexily.

After a short pause at the restroom, he rushed to the coffee section.

His joy was obvious as he reached for the last pack of coffee on the shelf, but just as he was about to grab it, he felt an overwhelming presence and a strong hand took hold of it. He looked up to see a girl, with arms twice the size of his, holding onto the coffee with a smirk on her face. Paul's eyes went wide with surprise, but he didn't dare to argue. He knew that he'd never win a physical confrontation with her.

The girl laughed, her deep voice rumbling, "Sorry, dude. I need this more than you do," she said.

Paul couldn't help but feel a surge of anger and frustration, but he knew it would be foolish to argue. Instead, he nodded shyly and walked away, feeling defeated and humiliated. Therefore, despite the intercourse with Brenda, he continued his shopping feeling a twinge of resentment toward the giant women, even though most of them had been nothing but friendly and helpful.

As he turned around the corner, he stopped, spotting a tall red-haired woman in the alley. Her head was rising to a height of over seven feet. She had a long, flowing pony tail that bounced with each movement. She wore a fitted shirt that shown off her muscles, along with a sturdy camo mini-skirt which barely concealed her perfect ass and let her huge thighs almost uncovered. Her muscles were impressive even for an Emendatae thus her appearance was particularly powerful and intimidating. She looked down at him from beneath her heavy eyebrows, her mouth creasing into a cold, expressionless stare.

That woman was disturbingly familiar.

She walked toward him, exuding a sense of confidence that was almost infectious. "If you hadn't been staring, I wouldn't have recognized you, Paul." she said, her voice low, almost like a growl. Her words were direct and to the point. There was a sense that she was not one to be messed with. Paul gulped. Nevertheless, even though she was significantly taller and more muscular, he still recognized her piercing blue eyes. She had been one of his high school friends who had changed overnight.
-"Daniela?!... I... I mean Mistress Daniela?... I... I wasn't staring." he argued.
-"Oh! You certainly were." she replied, crossing her arms and frowning.
If she was implicitely demanding him to reconsider his answer, her demand was cristal clear. He corrected himself immediately.
-"You're right, Mistress, I was staring." he confessed, lowering his gaze.

She smiled. That reassured him.
From there, they had a pleasant conversation. Obviously she hadn't forgotten about their time together at high school. She was nice. She didn't comment about the obvious spot on his pants. That made him more comfortable and the chitchat was fun until he talked about his wife.
-"Who's your lucky wifey, sweetheart?" she asked, "Do I know her?"
-"I don't think so, we moved her a couple of days ago. Her name is Pearl..." he started to say, but she interrupted him.
-"Pearl?... The CEO at AWE?" she asked.

'AWE' stood for 'Amanda Watson's Enterprises' but to the men living at Athena's Garden that acronym just strict rules and unbearable fear. 

-"Yes, Mistress." he answered nervously.

Daniela burst out laughing. Paul was pretty sure he heard a few girls around laughing as well. He couldn't find out why, that made him uncomfortable. She leaned forward, forced him on his tiptoes with a finger under his chin, then kissed him on the forehead. "See you very soon, sweetheart. I'm running late. I gotta meet my boss at her place." she said as she walked past him.

Her hip unvoluntarily bumped into his shoulder as she moved, but she didn't notice. Paul, instead, felt a brief moment of contact, before being ejected against the nearby shelf, leaving him with a faint memory of her strength and power. He watched her to walk away, her muscles rippling beneath her clothing with each step she took. He had the sense that she was hiding him something.

Paul checked the list he had prepared. He was heading toward the checkout line.

Two guys were waiting their turn when a woman stepped forward and grabbed them by their nape. Without breaking her rhythm or missing a beat, she easily lifted them off their feet and placed them gently behind her in the queue. As she did so, all the women around her began to giggle and comment, their tone lighthearted and teasing. They exchange playful remarks, their voices overlapping in a chorus of laughter. The men were left standing at the end of the queue, their expression a mixture of confusion and embarrassment, unsure how to respond to the situation.

The woman who replaced them in line spoke up. "Oh, don't worry about it," she said in a friendly tone. "I know how it is with husbands and queues. My own husband always takes forever to make a decision. It's a waste of time, if you ask me!"

The other women in line nodded in agreement, adding their own experiences with husbands and shopping. One of them remarked, "I swear, if my husband ever manages to make it home with all the items on the list, it's a miracle!"

Another woman chimed in, "Don't get me started on husbands and the checkout line. They always seem to find something to look at or mess with, making us wait forever while they decide what they really want."
She  explained with a smile that she did the shopping herself because her husband lost too much time in the queue. The other women nodded in agreement, some of them nodding their heads at the silent men. "He would get stuck in line for hours," she said, not even realizing the poor guys were systematically replaced at the end of the line, "and by the time he got out, I would have finished and put everything away. So now I just do it myself." The other women chuckled and nodded in agreement, exchanging stories of their own experiences with slow-moving husbands.

The two guys exchanged a knowing glance then disappeared in an aisle. Paul stood in the line and waited. It was almost his turn when the tall blond standing before him seemed to be having trouble, rummaging in her purse to find her credit card. These things were too small thus difficult to handle for the Emendatae and their strong fingers. Paul saw an opportunity to help and spoke up, "Can I help you with that, Mistress?"

The woman turned around and looked at Paul, "Oh, thank you so much, sweetheart! I'm such a klutz when it comes to these things," she said with a smile.

Paul gently took the card from her purse and scanned it for her. The woman thanked him again as she put her items in her cart.
-"You're Paul, right?" she asked, knowing perfectly who he was, as she recognized his smell, as every woman in the shop did.
-"Yes, Mistress." he answered, "I'm Mistress Pearl's husband." he added, hoping that he could benefit of his Mistress' protective aura. The tall blond smiled and leaned toward him, letting her huge tits to hang within her tight blouse. She pointed to the pocket on her chest, pressing on the tender flesh with her finger, "Take a card. Tell your Mistress to phone me this evening." she told.

He grabbed a card, cautionly, avoiding any superfluous contact with her breast, but as he was about to pull it off, she flexed slightly her massive pectorals to tense the tissue, just enough to prevent him to pull the card off the pocket. She watched, amused, as he tried uselessly.

She smiled. He giggled, understanding what was going on.
-"Please, Mistress." he demanded.
She granted his request by relaxing a bit her thick muscles. He pulled the card then had a look at it while she stood still.
-"Mistress Maddie Kletton." he read.

When he looked up, she was already exiting the store.

A moment later, he left the supermarket, proud for being able to help Maddie or simply handle the situation despite the intimidating height of the women around him.





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Chapter 11
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As Jenna arrived at Jim's apartment, she took a deep breath and knocked at the door. She could hear his footsteps coming towards her but she had to wait for a moment before hearing a faint voice from inside.

-"Yes? Who is it?"
-"It's me, Jim. It's Jenna," she replied, her voice soft and melodic. She waited for a moment before hearing the locks being undone, and the door slowly opening. She quickly and easily held it closed.
-"Jenna? Is that really you?" he asked, a note of disbelief in his voice.
-"Yes, Jim, it's really me." she answered through the door, "But I want to ask you something before we go any further. Do you remember why you fainted at the airport?"

Jim tried to remember for a moment, a look of confusion and bewilderment on his face. "At the airport? I don't recall fainting at the airport, Jenna," he finally replied, his tone still unsure, "I just remember awaking at the hospital from an awkward nightmare."
-"That wasn't a nightmare, Jim." she said. Jenna took a step closer and leaned against the door, whispering in a low tone. "Jim, I want you to listen very carefully. I've been working out... a lot. I've built up my muscles, and that's why you fainted... Jim, I know it's a lot to take in. But I want you to know that I still love you and whatever happens I don't want to hurt you. I will be careful with my new strength."
-"That explains my nightmare. I think I just pictured you bigger than you really are." he said, "That's fine now."

He tried to open but Jenna was still holding the door.

"I'm sorry if I scared you," Jenna said, releasing the knob. "But that's the Emendatae way. We're all about growing stronger and empowering each other, and I just wanted you to be prepared in case you faint again seeing my new muscles."

The door opened and it revealed Jim, dressed in a cozy sweater, boxer shorts and slippers. Jenna smiled despite her nervosity. She was wearing an alluring red dress for the occasion and wore matching pumps, towering a good foot over him despite she was standing a step below him. None of them noticed that she had open the door the wrong way and that it was hanging awkwardly at the remains of a mangled hinge. They seemed oblivious about the world around them.

As he stared at her, Jim's eyes went wide with shock, in spite of her caution he wasn't prepared to such a staggering sight, and he stepped back with a look of awe on his face. "Jenna?"

Jenna nodded. He tried to say something but he was visibly too shocked to react. "You... you are too...". Jim fell to the ground. She quickly leaned towards him and caught him in her arms. She was shocked and confused about his sudden collapse, and she began to panic.

-"Jim! Are you alright?" she cried out, shaking him gently.
-"I... I don't know..." he stuttered, his eyes still hazy. She was relieved to ear him, but, as she looked down at his dizzy body, she felt a wave of concern wash over her. She had no idea what could have caused him to faint like this, and she was worried that something was seriously wrong. After all he fainted twice in a week. Could she really be the cause of these sudden blackouts?

-"It's okay, I'm here," she reassured him, trying to comfort him. "What's wrong? Did something happen again?"

Jim took a deep breath and looked up at her, still overwhelmed by shock. He saw her towering over him, and he couldn't believe how much she had changed.

-"Oh, Jenna..." he muttered, feeling tears welling up in his eyes.
-"What's wrong, Jim? Is something wrong with me?" she asked, feeling a sense of dread wash over her.

Jim took another deep breath and looked at her, trying to gather his thoughts. "It's just... you've changed, Jenna. A lot. You're... a lot bigger than you were before," he said, tears running down his cheeks.

Jenna's heart sank at his words, and she realized that something must have gone terribly wrong during her time away. She could see the pain in his eyes, and she knew that she needed to comfort him.

-"It's okay, Jim. I'm still the same person on the inside. I'm just... a little bigger now, that's all," she said, trying to reassure him.

Jim looked up at her with a mixture of sadness and confusion, still trying to comprehend what had happened. "But how?... Tell me how this happened, Jenna?" he asked, his voice shaking.

Jenna took a deep breath and replied.
-"I don't know if I should, Jim. I wish I could explain it to you, but I'm not sure you're ready for that. Anyway, I promise you that I will always be here for you, no matter what... I still love you, Jim."

Jim looked up at her, still in shock, but feeling a sense of relief knowing that she still cared for him. He reached up and wrapped his arms around her.

She pushed him gently at arm length to look in his eyes, "Do you like the way I look now?" she asked, a tear running down her cheek.






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Chapter 12
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Jenna's eyes lighted up with excitement and surprise as he confessed his feelings for her.

-"Wait... you like me? You actually like me?"
-"More than anything, Jenna."

Her face flushed with excitement and joy at his confession. "Really? You mean it? Aren't you upset?"
-"Nope. why should I be upset? You're a Goddess. I can't even realize you deign to talk to a weakling like me." he answered.

He slided down along her strong body as she allowed him to stand then knelt before her to hug her massive thighs. "I belong to you, Jenna." he said, squeezing with all his strength - that felt like a caress to her.

She put her hands on his head.
-"Wow... I didn't expect this from you. But... I'm happy. Very happy. Thank you, darling."

He started to kiss her thighs and she giggled as she felt his lips and his tongue on her skin, kissing, nibbling, licking every parcel of her muscles.

-"Please, permit me to please you, Jenna." he asked.
-"Please me?" she asked inocently, realizing what he had in mind when he slid his hands between her thighs. "Ohhh!... Okay... I give you my permission." she answered, biting her lower lip and shivering in anticipation as she tensed her muscles... There was a discreet crakling noise. CRACK!...
-"Thank you, my Love!" he replied with enthusiasm before resuming what he was doing, not even caring about the creackling sound. Jenna rummaged in her deep cleavage then pouted as she pulled off her phone, ruined with a simple flex of her mighty pectorals.

Meanwhile Jim's lips went further, up to her crotch. His tongue slowly and methodically explored the muscles of her thighs then reached her soaking wet panties. He licked eagerly. She closed her eyes and let out a small moan of pleasure.

-"Ohhh... That feels good..." she exclaimed, leaning forward and wrapping her fingers around his head to pull him closer. She moaned, continuing to enjoy his mouth on her panties. "I'm... I'm really enjoying this." she mumbled, between moans, looking down at him in the full length mirror on the wall and realizing how much he was enjoying licking her as well. She smiled warmly and began to lean against him, "that feels so good... So very good..."

She pulled down her panties, holding him in place. He plunged his tongue in her pussy, parting her labia delicately with his fingers, "You taste deliciously, Jenna." he commented as he took a breath.

She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath of pleasure as he entered her pussy with his tongue. "Oh... Yes... That feels amazing..." His long tongue went deeper and he fucked her with it, in and out relentlessly. She leaned back slightly and looked down at him with a look of pure ecstasy on her face. "Oh... God... I... I... I've never felt anything like this before..." she exclaimed, grinding her sex on his face as he continued to tongue-fuck her.

At some point, he felt her strong vaginal muscles to tense and stop his tongue. They were holding it in a vice. He immediately tapped on her thigh, asking for release. He looked up at her but he couldn't meet her gaze, it was blocked by her huge breasts. Her powerful chest was inflated, as she was breathing heavily, it was going up and down rythmycally and was forcing her tits to brush against the tight top. she was recovering from a strong orgasm, panting, oblivious of the world around her.

Finally, when she stopped panting, she looked past her breast and smiled to him, "Go ahead, hun. Please... Keep going..." she said. She spread her legs wider and relaxed her muscles so that he could continue to lick her.
He nodded and licked eagerly until he felt her juices to fill his mouth again. He gasped and swallowed loudly, looking at her in the eyes, opening his mouth to let her see its contents. Her warm, sweet and tasty nectar wavering between his lips.

She stared at him intently as he swallowed her juices. His eyes met hers and she could see the hunger and desire in them, "Wow... You're so hungry...". she said.

He licked his lips in appreciation.

He stood up and backed up against a wall, waiting for her to take his cock in her pussy. But as she approached him with a predatory smile, he realized that her pussy was way too high, out of reach for him. He looked up at her in concern. Jenna grabbed him under his arms and lifted him up slowly, his back sliding along the wall, until the tip of his leakening cock was at the right height. Then she stepped closer to him and impaled herself on his cock, "There we are... Now you can have your way with me, hun." she said, arching her back slightly to hoist him with her crotch only. she pinned his hands on the wall, either sides of his head and started to go back and forth, milking his cock with her vaginal muscles.

He moaned as she rocked her hips to fuck him against the wall, as she held him hanging a foot over the floor effortlessly. she moaned too, loudly, "Oh yes!". She rocked her hips faster and harder, enjoying the feeling of his cock at her mercy inside her pussy. She started to close her eyes and lost herself in the moment, letting her body do whatever it wanted to do. Her vagina clamped around his cock and she banged him against the wall. She moaned louder as she continued to slam her pelvis against him, her movements becoming increasingly violent and passionate, "I'm... I'm losing control here..."

He felt his body hitting the wall behind him harder, hurting his back badder as she slammed her pelvis against him. She was an uncontrollable and unstoppable beast. He was losing consciousness as he was on the verge of cumming, only prevented to to do so by her strong vaginal grip.

He heard her moaning louder and louder as her movements became even more violent. She seemed to be having a hard time controlling herself. He though he couldn't take anymore but he was wrong. She moaned louder still and her movements became even more violent and aggressive. She was clearly on the edge of orgasm and she didn't seem to care anymore about anything else.
She gave a final thrust, keeping him trapped between her strong core and the wall. He hung there, panting, shivering, his cock throbbing in her pussy. "Please, Jenna, flex your arms for me!".

She didn't answer. She gave one last powerful thrust and then collapsed against him, completely exhausted after her intense orgasms. He could feel her heart beating fast and heavy as she tried catch her breath.

She kissed him, then released his wrists. His arms went down instantly, tired, bruised, unable to remain up by themselves. She looked at him, standing still, while she held him aloft with her core pressing against his. Then she flexed her arms, performing a perfect double biceps and licked them, looking at him in the eyes.

He looked at the huge muscles, at her eyes glistening with lust and power, then he started slowly to fall unconscious, cumming like a beast inside her.

She stepped backward, pulling his core with her, then she let him to slide slowly to the floor, his cock slipping off her pussy with a loud 'POP!'.

As soon as he touched the floor, he came back to his senses, his cock still twitching and spasming in his own ejaculate. She was above him touching herself and expelling his cum from her womb with small contractions of her vagina, covering him with his own cum melted with hers.

She watched him bathing in his own cum, stretching and purring loudly in delight. Then she walked away. "I think we need a shower, hun."

[Maxos79]

fantastic story. i hope it will be continued.