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One on One
Motherly Love
One on OneWritten & Edited by Amnoartist
A sequel to “A Date with Steel”
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For the past month and a half, Tristan been personally selected to be Blair’s butler, learning all there was to know about the trade in that small amount of time. But even then, the attractive, raven-haired lad wasn't in any way prepared for what he was about to do.
The 19-year-old had heard the stories regarding Blair over the course of his butler training at the Luthor Steward Academy. The most notable of these tales was that she had outstripped the Man of Steel concerning both strength and size. Yet, when Tristan had finally met the blonde beauty who was Blair, she looked nothing like what the reports suggested.
Blair was as beautiful as ever, displaying her naturally incomparable attractiveness to all in every way known. Her jade green eyes bore no chance of being surpassed by any other person’s, just like everything else about her. She was as stunning as Tristan hoped she’d be.
Then everything changed – for neither the better nor the worst –when Blair displayed her real self to her servant weeks later.
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Tristan looked at Blair nervously as she held the dumbbells in her hands with a sly smile, her blonde locks covering the left side of her face in a sheen of sweat.
Blair purposefully wore nothing but a bra and panties as she worked out in the gym, to allow everybody who saw her receive full access to the unbound degrees of feminine power she so eagerly wanted to display. Every muscle in her frame bulged to its extremities. Blair knew if she pushed herself hard enough, her muscles would be goaded to even larger sizes. But Tristan’s unexpected, unwanted, yet necessary presence in the gym prohibited the young woman from doing so.
“Miss Luthor, I really must insist you stop working out for some time. You’ve been at it ever since your date with Superman came to an end a whole week ago.” Tristan’s words were meaningless to Blair, he discovered. The blonde simply smirked and added more weight to the dumbbells before resuming her workout. “Miss, please… think about what your father would think.”
“My father?” Blair chuckled as she raised the dumbbells up one after the other, her breaths fast and quick, just like the pace of her reps. “He’d want me to do this, Tristan. The fact he helped my mother give birth to me, to make me the indestructible goddess I am today is clear proof of that.”
Blair giggled once more, this time owing to the sharp twang-like sound that emanated from her panties as they abruptly expanded from her surging quads. Her calves followed suit, resulting in her entire body’s musculature being perfectly symmetrical.
“It's only fair I repay him for what he's done for me, his only, perfect daughter,” Blair added, taking a short yet deliberate glance at the dapper lad who was Tristan. She thought he was cute with his butler’s attire and slick back hair.
“Repay him by becoming even more powerful than you already are?” Tristan rhetorically asked his boss. “But aren't you powerful enough already, don’t you think?”
Smiling and shaking her head derisively, Blair approached her servant. Her sheer width was a no-nonsense statement to her dedication in becoming the perfect human. Her waist was modest in size below her D-cup breasts reinforced by a thick wall of pectoral tissue above them. In relation, her arms were thicker than lampposts, twitching with unparalleled muscle and power as she stood over her shorter servant by merely two inches.
Below the stretched panties she wore, Blair’s quads rivalled that of even the largest female bodybuilders. It was no question they'd be undoubtedly envious of her upper thighs. Within simply a week, the blonde’s legs were perhaps the most sought after by bodybuilders.
“I may be powerful enough to do and get what I want now, yes. But since numbers can generally grow infinitely larger, I too will become infinitely stronger.” Blair exhaled slowly, relishing in the attention Tristan was giving her by observing her sweaty, twitching, pumped muscles.
Tristan couldn't believe what he'd just heard. Was Blair being serious about her wanting to be infinitely stronger?
“But just how heavy are those Dumbbells currently?” He enquired curiously, bending down slightly in wonderment trying to discern the total weight of the dumbbells. However, Blair turned on her side, preventing her snooping servant from looking.
“Ah-ah-ah!” She playfully pushed Tristan aside lightly. Even then, her ‘light’ shove was still powerful enough to knock him back on his butt. “If you want to know, just ask. I hate people who assume I’ll let them do what they want.
Remember Rule Number 1, Tristan said inwardly, Never assume anything regarding Miss Luthor. “Of course, Miss. Then, how heavy are they, if you don't mind my asking?”
“Oh, Tristan. Your mind was already blown when you saw me lift 250 million pounds three days ago, and that wasn't even my max. I hardly think you're ready to hear just how much stronger I've grown since then.”
“No, no, Please tell me. I'd really like to know just how strong you are now” Tristan admitted. The concept of a strong female was something that always fascinated the lad, so when he personally knew a girl unimaginably stronger than the Man of Steel, his imagination was unbound. “I mean, it's not every day somebody is not only stronger than Superman, but also manages to break him in a psychological degree.”
Blair scoffed as she set the dumbbells back into the weight rack, stretched, and examined her comical musculature in the mirror. “You really are a curious one, aren't you?” The bulging blonde raised her arms up into a flex and grinned. Nobody on the planet would be able to match her strength she knew that. “The last butler I had was almost driven mad with lust for me because of my unmatchable beauty before I got these muscles of mine.” Her quads involuntarily rippled with power as she held the pose. Every inch of her body was yearning for more power. “I'd hate to see you go the same route.”
Tristan wasn't stupid. He knew Blair was intentionally milking the situation for all it was worth - not that he was complaining or anything. The longer she spent flexing, the more time he was given to watch her. Although she watched him too from the reflection in the mirror. Her smile was cute, but her intentions were raunchy.
“Most guys would've blown their load by now. I'm impressed. So, I guess I could tell you just how much stronger I've become in the last three days.” Blair smirked knowingly at the sweat of anticipation trickling down Tristan’s brow. She knew he couldn't take it much longer. “500 billion pounds” she whispered into Tristan’s ear in a sexy tone.
His lone manageable response was a simple whimper. He knew she was stronger than Superman, but not as such as she’d just revealed.
“And not only that, Tristan, but I feel as if I'm… Evolving in some way.” Blair already knew from the very beginning Tristan would find her claim of evolving hard to believe. But was it really, considering what she could do? “I know growing stronger each passing day is paranormal enough on its own, but the idea of being quite literally limitless in regards to what I can do is… hot.”
Tristan noticed Blair was biting her lip, no doubt in a lusty manner. She was fundamentally lusting after limitless power in all its forms so much, the fact she felt her body evolving was enough to turn her on.
“I'm not quite sure what it is I’ll be able to do, but I know one thing is a certainty: I'm bulletproof.” The blonde clenched her abs down, causing several warped bullets to dislodge from between them and descend to the metal floor. “They've been lying in there for the last few days.”
Tristan’s dropped jaw spoke for him.
“And the craziest part of it is the fact the simple ticklish impact they had on my body caused it to grow stronger” Blair said with a thrill-like tone.
Tristan gulped. Blair being quite literally unstoppable was clear to him now. Although, while he knew he shouldn't have, he was holding something back.
Blair noticed Tristan’s apprehensiveness to speak. She knew his appearance in the gym wasn't just simply to learn how much stronger she’d become. The butler had also arrived with a genuine purpose. One he withheld from the developing goddess before him.
“You're refraining from telling me something.” Blair saw the dread in Tristan’s eyes. It was so vivid, she could've touched it, held it in her hand if it developed any further.
Surprise take place over Tristan’s dread almost instantaneously.
Blair tutted and grinned. “Haven't you been listening? You did hear me just say I was evolving, didn't I? Or were you too busy looking at my sexy, powerful muscles to do so?” The blonde’s grin widened as Tristan’s face grew beet red with embarrassment. “Not that I minded the staring or anything. It just means I'm on the right track for achieving my goal.”
In truth, Tristan was partially paying attention at that moment. He was listening to his mistress’ rambling in between hearing her deliberate yet unnecessary grunts of exertion. Upon that instant, Blair right there and then knew she was already stronger, able to lift 502 billion pounds in a simple ten-second gap between using the dumbbells again after resting for a short spell.
“You… you’re in love with me, aren’t you?” she asked Tristan. She asked him, even though he already knew the answer. Even if he lied about it, she would know. As well as in strength and size, Blair was growing in other ways too. If she wanted to know how Tristan truly felt for her-
“I-I,” he stammered, rubbing his neck with embarrassment. “I honestly don’t know what to say – really.”
Blair edged in closer to Tristan, her chest pressing against his own. “You don’t have to say anything.” She could hear his heart beat like a bass drum, beating at a pace that suggested love. “I can hear your heart. It says you’re in love with me, so don’t try to disagree.”
Tristan knew there was no point in faking it. If he knew Blair could tell what he felt through his heartbeat, thing would’ve been far better for them both if he just accepted things as they were.
“For the last month you’ve had these feelings for me it seems” Blair adds, looking deeper into Tristan’s heart. “Oh, what’s this… pictures of me on the wall of your room, taking from my photoshoot in Paris? Tristan…” She cocked her head to the side, grinning.
“I-I can explain,” Tristan stammered.
But before he could actually formulate the response in his head, Blair pulled it back and gave him a long passionate kiss on the lips. Having been overcome with how enrapturing the kiss was, Tristan’s eyes shut slowly, taking in the scent of Blair’s that was still lingering on her neck.
“Shush,” she says softly, placing a finger over Tristan’s mouth. “Don’t say anything. Just…” she begins to remove her panties slowly, sliding them down her thick quads and sculpted calves. “…relax.” She leans further over Tristan, her chest pressing against his own, making him fall backwards onto the floor.”
“Is this really happening?” Tristan asks as Blair places her hands on his top, her fingers closing together on a handful of it, ready to tear it apart with her strength.
“Oh yeah,” she responds eagerly, her legs now at either of Tristan, sandwiching him together between their massiveness. “It’s happening.”
“O-okay.” Tristan nods.
Blair wasn't going to deny the fact she had sexual feelings towards Tristan just as he towards her. In fact, from using her new gift, she found she was more turned on at this point than he was. Her nipples stood erect more distinctly than his raging cock that tried to tear through his trousers.
“I’m not going to lie, I’m so fucking turned on, right now,” Blair admitted. Her biceps bulged as she tore Tristan’s top free from his chest, transforming it into confetti almost instantly.
Tristan knew Blair wasn't lying. He could feel her pussy was already soaking wet, and they hadn’t even fucked yet. In relation, Tristan was already on the verge of pre-cumming in his trousers. Blair knew this, but she wanted every drop he had to offer.
“Ut-uh! Give it all to me, or you won’t be getting this.” She flexed her biceps a few times, goading them larger each time. “Any of the 32 inches I have to offer.”
Tristan nodded. He knew he had to do what he was told, if he was to be given the opportunity to caress the muscles the goddess so teasingly flexed over him. He had to be a good boy, and he was particularly good at that when he had to be.
Blair shuffled down a bit to unbutton Tristan’s trousers. She then licked her lips, as it stood to attention, stiff as ever. “My. You’re harder than I thought.”
“Really?” Tristan winced and jerked slightly as Blair took hold of his member with a raunchy grin.
“Oh yeah,” she responded softly, as she began to stroke it immediately without any warning. “Only, you’re not as hard as me. If you know what I mean.” At the word ‘hard,’ she tugged at it more fiercely. This in turn caused the veins in her forearms to bulge and pop.
“I-I get what you...” Tristan moaned. “…mean.” He twitched as his cock was tugged more intensely.
Blair took it into her mouth and began to suck greedily. As each moment passes, Blair feels it harden even more in her throat. Any ordinary woman would’ve been gagging at this point, from how thick Tristan’s member was, but Blair simply grinned and tugged away, making it thicker in her throat, throbbing fiercely.
“I didn't know you tasted so good,” Blair said in between gulps and tugs. “If I'd known that beforehand, I’d be doing this with you on a daily basis, have made a living, breathing sex toy out of you.”
Tristian couldn’t help the drool from slithering down his lips and chin, Blair was so good at what she was doing. He knew she was a virgin, so how was it she had the sex drive and skill akin to a hooker? Was she growing in sexual skill as well as strength and size? Then again, she always insisted she was perfect.
The build-up of cum in Tristan’s member was nearing a breaking point now, and Blair could sense it. Using that fact to her advantage, she tugged faster now, giving her right arm a total workout that saw her arm bloat larger. The veins in her forearms audibly pulsed as she continued to milk Tristan until finally-
He moaned as his load is blown. He’s now worried about if Blair would react negatively to the act, but she welcomed his busted nut by swallowing the generous amount of cum like it was her first meal of the day. Tristan watched Blair’s throat visible bulge as she swallowed.
“Mmmm!” she wiped the excess cum from her chin with her manicured finger and lathered it onto her bulging chest. “Thanks for the protein fill up, Tristan.”
He then watched as Blair’s muscles expanded larger, engulfing the young butler in her massive, dominating shadow. She shivered, welcoming it with an orgasmic cry that shattered the posing mirror that stood in the corner of the room. Tristan was too surprised by the event that just occurred to speak. But Blair…
“So tell me: how long do you reckon it takes you to get hard again?”
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Tristan groans as he shuffles over to the kitchen table with a large plate of bacon, eggs, fried toasts, sausage, and beans for Blair. It’s her third fry-up in the space of fifteen minutes, and she doesn’t seem to be giving off hints of relenting any time soon.
“There you go,” Tristan said as he placed the plate onto the table. The seat Blair sat in had already cracked twice under her immense bulk, but she barely cared. At this rate, all she cared for was protein, growth, and sex with Tristan.
On that note – she was already eager for a fourth time with Tristian, but Blair remembered he wasn't as perfect as she was, or perfect at all for that matter. As she sat there wolfing down her fry up like it was nothing, she could literally hear Tristan’s seed reproduce.
“Are you ready yet?” Blair asked. She was grown agitated. If Tristan didn't hurry up, she knew she’d have to resort to other methods for pleasure, but the last time that happened, it broke in her grip. “I can’t wait much longer.”
Tristan found it hard to believe his boss was a sex-crazed mountain of twitching she-muscle who would stop at nothing to achieve total perfection in all its forms. But that wasn't a bad thing. Frankly, he found it to be quite awesome, and Blair knew that.
“No. Soon,” he responded.
“Be sure to take some Viagra, will you?” Blair scarfed down three strips of bacon at the one time that promoted some muscle growth almost instantly. “I hardly felt it last time,” she added, barely phased by the growth that just occurred.
“… Sure” Tristan answered, putting more bacon on the frying pan.
“You want to have kids with me, don’t you?” Blair asked abruptly. Again, she already knew the answer, but she also loved to see the look of surprise on Tristan’s face.
“Um... yeah.” Tristan, again, knew there was no point in lying or disagreeing with Blair. He shook his head in disbelief.
“Like, superhuman children, right?” Blair offered.
Tristan sighed and chuckled. “You know the answer.”
“True.” Blair smiled rising from the table. She unzipped Tristan’s trousers from behind him. “We’d best get to it, then.”
