My Housemate arrived before the Lockdown

[giantgirl7foot2]

Hell yeah! So happy each time this is updated! Such an awesome read!

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[M7]

Karma! Excellent description as usual. I really liked the lifting and domination in this update. What's going to happen next? More please.

[SabinicThigh]

Chapter 18 Princess Dildo
In the end, a neighbour was the one who came to my aid. An ambulance arrived within half an hour of my screaming. I didn't get a call from anyone on her condition but after pushing the receptionist with incessant calls, i heard she was in a stable condition but was yet to regain consciousness. Vickie wanted resistance. She'd get it. I was done with her disregard. She had one shot to show regret. If there was regret, there was something to respect in her. Otherwise, I was just going to take the beatings. I was no longer subjected to her will. Fuck that.
"Well Dildo, think you're the big man now?" Her voice brought out the anger I had been simmering on.
"I think I am the only one in this house that is functioning like a decent person."
"What did you say?" she asked feigning a cool stance that she had done a million times before, only then did I see the mask. She had been feigning for so long.
"You're a fucking child, you nearly killed Saff because of you're fucking temper. Are you that fucking shallow? That fucking stupid to think that this is another ego trip?"
Vick the mountain didn't know what to say. She did what she always did, she rose from her chair and barrelled over to me. Preston tittered in excitement. "Don't call me stupid you little worm."
A worm was the best she could really do. "The temper is one thing Vickie, but the absent mindedness to not call the emergencies. The thickest part of you is that skull of yours."
She raised her hand. I could see the tremble. This had a decent chance of killing me if it landed where she intended. "You want to show some strength. You call her parents and you tell them what happened." I stomped toward the front door. Before shutting the door behind me I felt her draw in air to have some final say but I spoke first and I spoke the truth. "Man the fuck up Vickie!"
I felt three inches taller leaving the house behind me. Saff's wellbeing was all I had on my mind. If Vickie was planning on tormenting me on my return to the house then I would worry about that later. The door opened and shut behind me. She could smash me to a pulp publicly if she wished but I would crawl to the hospital if I had to. Not for me but for finding Saff. "Boy," Preston called out. "Can I give you a lift?"

I could tell in the car that he had wanted to leave Vickie alone at home. It was best to stay out of her way in times like this. He admitted he would likely be punished for his departure but he would chance her wrath after a time of working out rather than being the punching bag that Vickie would use to unleash the rage I probably caused. We reached the hospital but were held at the door by a masked nurse. My demands fell on deaf ears. We weren't getting in. Eventually, a doctor about to leave for the day addressed us.
"What's the problem boys?"
"I need to see Saffron Troy."
"Impossible, no one is to enter the hospital unless they require medical treatment. If you wait I can get you a report on her condition."
"Please, I need to know if she is okay."
"And a report will do just fine," he added sternly. There would be no getting in. "Now If I get that report and give it you, you must leave regardless of her situation."
I agreed. He returned after a time. Preston had bought us each a coffee. The doctor was not looking hopeful and I suddenly felt my heart race with fear. "What is it?"
"Look it is an uncertain situation. She is currently unconscious, we are potentially looking at a comatose state. Unfortunately there has been some damage to her brain and it is unclear what the extent of this damage will be."
"Oh my god." I was tearing up. "What can be done?"
"We are monitoring her condition. She is in the best care and she is comfortable. I have called her parents and I understand that you are her boyfriend. I will be notifying them from here on when there is a change to her condition and I will ask them to let you know of any changes."
I struggled to accept the news and Preston stepped in. "Thank you doctor, if she were to make a full recovery, to what extent will the damage impact her day to day?"
"Well, if things go well, the minimum impact is her emotional regulation." He could see from our speechless faces that he had to eloborate. "The damage to the frontal lobe of her brain will cause her to seemingly overreact, become irritable or have outbursts in anger or sadness." We nodded in reluctant understanding. He was unfortunately compelled to continue. "That is best case scenario from this point on. More likely though, she may suffer memory loss and the concussive nature of the wound may result in early onset dementia. Has she ever had a concussion before that you are aware of?"
"No, not that I am aware of but her parents would be clearer on that."
"Hmm, well the less bangs to the head the better. Just be patient with her when she wakes up. I am confident she will get through this but it will take time and effort from all concerned."
"Thank you doctor."
"Right, now please leave these premises. We are in a lockdown and I don't want to have to call anyone. Please move along."
Preston moved in to hug me. I was motionless as he embraced me. The world slipped somewhat. My grip on reality seemed to be loose now. I hadn't made contact with work and was unsure of when I was to return. I was unclear of my place in the home with Preston having moved in and Vickie becoming some sort of mental matriarch. The greatest uncertainty now was the mental well being of the love of my love. Reflecting on the past weeks I wasn't even sure if she loved me with the dynamic shift brought on by Vickie. Preston had been motioning me along and I soon saw we were back in the car. We were headed home.
Step one. With respect and logic I would request my phone off Vickie to make it easy to arrange my return to work. Step two. Prepare a dinner to ease whatever simmering tensions were in the home. Preston seemed to be on my side but he had a twisted love and had sold me about before so that was to be expected. My rant could not have been sitting well with Vickie so she must have been rage filled. My apology would have to be genuine and not a product of fear. With how life had shifted, there was a desire to just vanish. To become nothing. In that regard, I had no fear of what Vickie could do to me physically. I persuaded Preston to stop at the super market. There I picked up four fillet steaks mindful that Vickie would have two. I picked up blue cheese, cream and brandy to make a fine sauce. It would be an expensive dinner but I needed everyone in the house to be on my side for the days to come.
We returned to the house. It was quiet and I entered first holding much of the purchases. The kitchen told us she had kept herself busy, and the garage lights let us know her current location. Her steroid stash had been well dipped into given the syringe and empty capsule left on the coffee table. Under the table were her large boxer shorts and one of her torn tracksuits that the lady of the lockdown had become far too comfortable in and didn't mind the odd tear on the tracksuit. I marinated the raw meat in some of the brandy along with some seasoning and spice we had in the kitchen. With a swig of the neat brandy, I gave myself a numb courage before heading to the clanging garage.
It was comforting, so I took the bottle out to the garage. I hoped it would not be smashed into my head but if so, I may have wound up with Saff. The clanging grew terrifyingly loud as I reached the ajar garage door. There she was, a hulking beastly woman benching. Benching something I would never be able to bench the half of in this lifetime. I saw her. She was driven, powerful and beautiful. Not a thread of clothing was there to restrict her movement. The smell of sweat was like pollen to a bee and I quietly buzzed nearer in a hypnotic glide. I must have been in her periphery but she was staring with cold focus, pressing with burning power and grunting with no signs of growing weaker. Veins raced and pumped all along her bare chest and ripped giant arms. Blood was traded between pec, bicep and deltoid like desperate ants. My gaze led me to my place. From her hard working upper body I followed her abs down to her sweating crotch. I could see the moisture gather there in  droplets in her pubic hair and also pool between her smearing glutes on the bench. The abs, hard at work, begged my hands to press in and make an indent into the ripped abdominals. That was the first instance of physical contact I had shared with her that day. Majestically I let out a an almost shocked sigh. I couldn't believe the hardness of what I was failing to leave a mark on. Nearly translucent skin just covered the red raw machine of muscle, flowing like lava below.
The beast sighed. The barbell banged loudly into place and this was not the time to make eye contact. Despite our last exchange, we both knew control had shifted back and I stared down at her tight vagina. The muscular lips pressed in, shutting the gate to external forces. With her development and control, nothing would enter without her intent. I began to do all I could to entice the concealed clitoris to swell. I began to lick the moist walls as the hard pubic hair registered on my sensitive nostrils. "Yes" bellowed from the great woman but she would remain tense at her crotch. I pressed my tongue as hard as I could where I felt there would be opening in the slit. Her walls didn't shift. She sighed pleasantly though so I continued in attempts to breach. My arms were hugging the under and outer sides of her sweaty and frankly fuzzy thighs. I brought my hands in toward her groin too massage the inner thighs but also to reinforce the assault on her crotch. The massaging around the area I hoped would loosen her lips and my tongue seemed to be tasting a warmer release. The gates seemed to be easing. A heavy pair of fingers pressed the back of my head. I had volunteered to go in but now retreat would not be an option until there was a climactic conclusion to the vaginal assault. The hooded overseer extended her head over the breach in curiosity and anticipation. The exposed clitoris clearly wanted me to divert my efforts from the breach to the throbbing overhang. I left the warmth of the parting walls to dab my tongue on the clitoris. My tongue repeatedly tapped the lower side of her clit before my curling began to bring more of her into my mouth. The sour sensations were pleasing to us both and I felt she was putting more pressure onto the back of my head. My chin began to soak in the fluids being expelled from the now open entrance of her vagina. Suddenly there was ease around my head. I moved in the breathing room, momentarily away from her crotch into cold room. Suddenly my hair was grabbed roughly. I followed where her hand led me to. The powerful hand bent me down to face the sweaty crevace of her chest. My legs tingled with numbing pins and needles that were shaking away as I began to use my legs again. The blood that rushed to my lower half went exactly where she wanted it to. My tracksuit was gathering a fair bulge that now pressed near her moist genitals. "Pants," she said in a rushed whisper. I shimmied them below hips and expose my hard self to her. What hardness I had mustered I pressed into her tight moist cervix. "Mmmmmyes." Her breathing began to increase slowly as she drew in more air. Her hand gripped my hair impossibly tighter and in pain I relised some hairs were plucked from scalp. The pain only added to the pleasure I was feeling in my cock. The gripped hand brought me face to face with Vickie. Her half open eyes took in my gaze. I was giving and she was giving nothing away. She would enjoy taking all that I had. It was her choice not mine. She readjusted her hand to a more gently massage that gripped the back of my head. As gentle as she was, there was no resistance. She didn't have to press. She merely willed my lips to hers. Our mouths opened in unison. My thrusts were rhythmic to her reactions and our tongues found this slow rhythm too. I grew harder as I gave into the euphoria. Her other hand was above the base of my penis. It only created space between me and reaching her sweet spot. Although it took from my pleasure, I knew her playing with her clitoris had added to hers. Still she noticed a lack of depth in my thrusts. Her busy hand reached around to grab my lower back while the other remained at my head. We rose and I was weightless and airborne briefly. My insides tickled with her ability to suspend me in the air before I found myself gracefully placed on the deadlift matted floor. Her powerful form was now on top. In the euphoria I had no concerns but as her rhythm hastened her gentle nature and care was subsiding. The pressure she was now putting on my crotch was getting more painful with each thrust. Her big tongue made it difficult to breath as it filled my mouth. My nose began to leak as I snorted in air to regain my breath. Not wanting to deal with that, she sat up on my crotch. The weight was unimaginable. It was inhuman. She jerked and landed to force my dick deeper than it could go up into her. "Yes, yes" her words came in aggressive grunts as I was losing my grip on holding back the load that she had built up within me. "You have to give it now, you cant pull out." I had to hold, when she lifted I could pull out. But then, she sat deeper onto my crotch. I couldn't come, I had to hold it. I had never tried to withhold a load so hard in my life. I opened my eyes to convey my desperate desire for mercy. Her thin mouth only curved to a satisfaction filled smile. I could feel my pressurised fully erect dick was being pressed from all sides.  She raised an arm, greased with sweat. "You can't hold it forever Boy." As she flexed massive veins into her biceps she managed to sink deeper onto my cock. She flexed her wrist and more veins were appearing before my eyes. "You are doing so well Baby Boy but if you don't give it up, Mommy will have to cheat." Impossibly, she sank lower onto my dick and the painful pleasure could not be ignored. "Fine if you wont play, I'll cheated," she chuckled with a girly grin but a deeply masculine voice. I felt it. She had twitched to release and then the vice came on twice as hard all over my largest ever erection. I blasted all I had deep within her. Her eyes closed as she reached back to that euphoric state. I could feel my dick was deflating within her. I was hard but smaller and she was dripping with satisfaction. She descended to lie on top of me. The musky smell of her sweat from both a workout and powerful sex filled my nostrils. It was intoxicating but it was tough to draw in air as her heavy body rested devastatingly on mine. She clasped me in a hug and turned us, so I was now resting on top and she on the bottom. She raised her sweating thighs and clasped them around mine, crossing her calves over mine. "Apology accepted boy. My sweet boy." I laid in her, shrinking but warm with a lingering pleasure.   

[giantgirl7foot2]

Amazing, thanks for continuing!

[lurker1000]

I've been reading this story since the start and that was by far the best chapter yet! Would be great if you can write more chapters like this one where he's intimate with Vickie and explores her body and power. Especially great when she's gentle then rough.

Thank you!

[M7]

Great update. Love the workout and dominating sex scenes! Hope there is more of that along with the descriptions of her hulking physique! Excellent writing as usual.

[SabinicThigh]

Chapter 19 Reflection

The meal went down reasonably well. I seemed to have a veil of security with Vickie. Having said that there was an awkwardness from Preston. He knew of what I had done with Vickie but I thought he would be okay with it. I thought he was submissive enough that he enjoyed the aspect of being cucked but there was the odd glare during the dinner... at least I thought there was.
I couldn't sleep that night. My desire for a good relationship with Vickie once more had given her much more power than I had intended. Despite the lack of control, there was no sexual experience quite like that. I was not reflecting on this in a positive sense, I meant more so that she now had a new way of controlling me. She easily widened the gap between me and Saff and I think she was aware of a dark realisation that I was only subconsciously aware of until that night. Saff may not get through this. She was in an unpredictable situation and there was a virus running rampant globally. Vickie had put it in my head, intentionally or not, she was the only pussy I had access to. I had to consider a life without Saff and find a woman to love or at least, depend on. I didn't want to consider Vickie, she was a monstrosity. How could I consider the very person that put Saff in that horrible state?
I didn't sleep at all that night and the following day seemed like the dream I should have had the night before. I was sluggish and unresponsive. I drifted in and out of rooms about the house. Going through the motions. Vickie and Preston were around but none of us three seemed to acknowledge one another. The first interaction I had that day was with myself. I just caught myself, grey faced and stubbly, staring in the mirror with a heavy bag under each eye. I had a slouched posture and a round gut that filled out the lower half of my shirt. Vickie appeared, and she seemed, in her own way, concerned. "Everything okay Boy?"
"Everything is ...strange... Vickie" I stated. She seemed to accept my naming her and put a hand around me. With my slouched posture, she appeared taller. She smiled, "I thought you were amazing yesterday."
"I didn't have a choice."
"But, you enjoyed it, I know you did."
She could read on my face how right she was even though I tried to make it look as though I was indifferent toward the greatest sexual experience I had ever had. She began to rub my cock. I was aroused after a moment as my depressed state turned toward a more animalistic instinct. "Boy, you offer far more than princess. I want it after my workout. Every workout. Don't be late or Saff won't recognise that once handsome face you are just about maintaining."
"You'll be waiting." I stated without much concern. Did I have work today?
I wandered to Elroy's pharmacy. It was dreamlike and surreal. I walked up to an attendant. She was young and optimistic but I didn't recognise her. "Am I working today?"
"Sir?" she reflected an expression as confused as my own. "Eh Mr Elroy?"
Alan approached. He stopped as soon as he saw me. "Steve, how are you feeling?"
"Grand, em... am I supposed to be working?"
"No. Not for now."
"Oh, well when then?"
"Not for a while Steve." He now shared the perplexed look that the young attendant had had. "You understood the email I sent you didn't you?"
"I don't remember any email?" I said in an inquisitive tone, hoping he would elaborate.
"I sent it maybe two weeks ago. You had missed a few days of work and based on the condition I saw you in most recently I decided to extend your leave of absence until you were back to normal. You said 'I understand, thanks for your consideration. Steve'.
That was my usual response but I hadn't checked my phone since Vickie had taken it. She didn't have access to my phone, so she didn't respond to the email. I don't recall checking my email on any device since either. I was perplexed and soullessly wandered out of the pharmacy as cluelessly as I had walked in. My phone was in Preston's possession as well as Vickie's but he was as ignorant as she was regarding my pin number. There was only one person who would know the number and the time matched up. I stopped midstep as it dawned on me that Saff had given up my personal information to someone I had been badmouthing for months. Was she really willing to share that with Vickie? I had to be rational, perhaps she was coerced. That was likely, given how physically imposing Vickie was.   
I returned to see Vickie was finishing up. Her perspiration was heating the shed and I followed the scent of her. Truth be told I was aroused and I just allowed the euphoria to take me. I would not make a deal with Vickie. I would request my phone after the sexual gesture. It was almost de ja vu. She replicated everything in the painful, vicelike shagging.

[SabinicThigh]

Chapter 20 The Creature

Pleased with my performance and perhaps seeking her dose of steroids, she returned my phone to me after the sex. Sex hurt. But the lingering muscle soreness from the shagging from the day before made moving quite sore. I hoped I would not have to satisfy her for at least a week as my penis was very sore from the squeezing she was able to apply for however long she wished. The returning of the phone was, as she had intended, a move toward returning to work. With that she would see that I brought in more steroids so that she could once again grow. I complied.
Vickie did not seem to have any ill will toward me. When I entered a room, she would smile when I walked in. that's not to say she was stable. She still verbally abused Princess and he had been wearing makeup to conceal the physical side of the abuse.
She must have known I was in physical pain and she did nothing to initiate sex. She would sense when I was ready. With the home life somewhat settled, work life resumed normally. I could use the pharmacy to get Vickie the steroids she wanted and some. My cashflow had improved and my work relationships had resumed pleasantly. My chief concern now, which mounted with each passing day without contact was Saff. I found out through hearsay in the shop that she had recovered consciousness and was at home with her parents. I found it out to be true from observing her home on my way back from work. I didn't linger as her paranoid father would see me. I felt some bit of guilt for not coming clean about Saff's injury. I assumed since her return home, Saff must have suffered some partial amnesia from not reaching out to me. Or worse, she knew exactly what happened and blamed me for what Vickie had done.
She would reach out. For now, I would just keep all my relationships in balance. I was not ready to add Saff to the equation.
Life became easier after my return to work. Lockdown restriction had eased somewhat and Vickie had returned to the dock part time for work. That didn't last long. She found her hours grow over the two weeks she was given work before she was taken on full time. She boasted now that she was a full timer while some of the strongest lads were kept on part time as she worked the hardest down in the pier. Self praise is no praise but based on the size of the giantess, I believed her. I took some bit of pride in her success and kissed her on the cheek as she informed us of this. She tried to show indifference but I know she was pleased with the little gesture. When Princess praised her she merely scoffed and rolled her eyes. Princess' role was hard to discern in the house. From what I could gather, Princess was a human washbag for Vickie. Despite the steroid abuse, no hair sprouted from anywhere.  No nail was ever out of shape, they were always presented in such a feminine manor and her makeup was improving daily. He was probably most talented at the makeup from covering up his wounds. Vickie thought of him as no more than such a washbag. She resented his 'uselessness, even though I thought he did an okay job of presenting her so well. Clearly she cared little for her presentation considering her lack of gratitude toward Preston and her disregard for his wellbeing. She would just shove him aside if he was in her way. He always seemed to have tears behind his eyes waiting to break through.
I saw much less of him after one night. Vickie and I were chilling in the sitting room. She was drinking a protein shake and I was to have a tea, she ordered Preston to make it. I drank it but failing to hide my disgust, Vickie asked what was wrong. I simply laughed in response "guess I really like that milk you have us on. I was hoping for a little more."
She furiously grabbed Princess by the throat. "Fuck sake bitch, can you not even make a cup of tea?"
"Vickie, it is not an issue."
"No he should know by now how you like your tea. Clearly your only good for the beauty crap you little queer! Just stay in the room. I'll deal with you later."
She threw him with such a fury that some cracks appeared in the plaster when he bounced off the wall. He scurried in submission out of the room. Vickie then resumed our chat as though she did not just blow up.  I was shocked but I remembered this was her. She was capable of this. I had to remember it and stay on her good side but also exercise my back bone and stand up to her. I was probably the only one that did. It was not long before we resumed laughing. While I prepped dinner she threw iron around in the shed. She came in more sweaty than usual. The steroids were helping her push and the approaching summer brought out the best in her. We watched her favourite film that night Gladiator. I didn't mind the unshowered beast as I rested my head on her heavy chest. She watched the movie. I just watched her body. She wore shorts. They were tight and baby blue. Given her thickness, everything could be made out below the silky material. I watched the veins escape the tight silk up her abs. They pulsed and chased all the way up to her pecs, where they vanished below my vision. Veins were plastered over veins. Some large with smaller tributaries, but all were so clear below her lean skin. My body would be ready for sex that night and I was desperate for it, but she was going to get an early night for work the next day.
My recovery rate improved with the estrogen infused milk. It made me ready for sex regularly. Vickie held back so that she did not overdo it with me. Plus I knew she would finish up with Princess in her room later. The nights were fun for me but I felt she was too accustomed to getting what she needed from Princess. I had a jealousy of him as a result.
Vickie was at work when I had the day off. I had been meaning to pay Princess a visit. With Vickie gone I could have a discreet word. What could I say to him to alter the situation? To have Vickie chose me as her primary lover? I could tell him to leave. He had the money and resources to live without his cruel master. If that didn't work, I could stage a mess only someone as inept as him would make. Still, maybe just a word with the worm may have been enough to gage where he was in all this. I heard the nightly groans and compelled yelps of sheer pain. Perhaps he and I were after the same thing. Him out of the picture.
I knocked on the door of Vickie's room. Not to seek permission for entry but to warn him I was entering. A pale creature sat up on the bed in the dark room. A protrusive spine and clear ribs greeted me as I realised  I was looking at Princess's bare back though it looked odd. The weightloss was a lot, even for him. It wasn't that. There was a disruption to the symmetry. One shoulderblade was functioning to keep a tense shoulder raised but his left side slouched very low. The shoulder blade seemed to have collapsed and slipped down. His shoulder had sunk into his body. Worse, his skin made him look like a white and purple leopard. The creature was dotted in bruises. He turned his blackeyed face to me. An animal looked back at me. Not a startled deer. He was more like a vacant cow. He knew he didn't matter.
Seeing him was enough to get me in deep shit with Vickie. I should have called the police. I should have helped him. Things were going well, he wasn't going anywhere. He wasn't going to tell anyone. I closed the door and went downstairs.

[giantgirl7foot2]

How could I have missed this? Love this story!

[jabber7]

Haven't been on here in a few years, was such a pleasure to read this story. Very well thought out of SabinicThigh, some really vivid storytelling. Do you have any other works that you do? Also I noticed some users complimented you about related picture art, where can I find it? Thanks in advance

I love how cleaning the kitchen was so important for him. Almost as soon as he was proud to have made her keep the whole house spotless she decided to eat his food, and instead of confronting her bought her food instead and was lazy in the gym, just because she left a loaded bench and some scattered plates. She sensed his weakness and from that moment forward she was on the path to break his little pinky and say goodbye to Stevey forever haha. That pinky scene was absolute chaos haha. Did he sneak down to the fridge in the middle of the night like a ninja with his broken pinky only for her to be Zen like waiting for him in the shadows of the kitchen lol? The ending to the story is tailing off a bit but this has been a brilliant read

[SabinicThigh]

I am happy you have enjoyed the story so far. In regard to the artwork https://www.*****sabinicthigh/art/My-Housemate-Arrived-Before-The-Lockdown-862700479
I am happy the little nuances is what you are enjoying as that is what i put most effort into.
Unfortunately i agree with you on the ending. It is hard to keep a story like this going and bringing a fitting ending to it. I do have an ending in mind but I am not sure about the steps to get there. Thanks for the comment and the review/critique.

[SabinicThigh]

Chapter 21  The walk
I never mentioned that I saw the creature in Vickie's room. She didn't change her mood toward me. She would still finish up with him after I had given everything I had in sex. I couldn't sleep on those nights. It was worse when we didn't have sex and he had to go through more for longer. I took up walking as an excuse to shed some of my midsection which was a genuine reason to leave the house. In reality, I just didn't want Vickie to notice any change in my behaviour. I was disgusted by how she could pound him so aggressively during sex while he howls like a whelping dog. But then again, better him than me. It was on my walk where I spotted a familiar jog on a bouncy girl headed my way. My heart started racing in exciting anxiety.
"Saff" I shouted. She pulled her head phones out and slowed down to meet me. She wasn't smiling but she didn't ignore me. I was wondering did she even recognise me after her head got smashed.
"Hey Steve. Sorry I haven't texted you in a while. I have been clearing my head." I saw she had some medical marks on her forehead that were still healing. Perhaps now was not the best time to accuse her of giving my PIN to Vickie.
"That's okay Saff, I am just thrilled to see you moving again. How do you feel?"
"I am doing okay. Just trying to get back into shape really. How about you? How is everyone on your end?"
"I am doing much better now that I have seen you like this." I chuckled. "Everyone in our house seems okay at the moment. No real tension and things are calm. I suppose..." (things could be better) is what I wanted to say, with Preston in mind, "we are all getting along."
"Well, that is good. I don't think I could stand to see that woman again so please understand that that is why I was hesitant to reach out to you. I especially don't want to go over to your place knowing she is there."
"I understand. Fancy a coffee?"
"Not at the moment Steve. I need to keep to my routine. You'd want to start one yourself," she said poking my doughy midsection. "You and I used to be very fit so I think you should sharpen up on it. Just a thought."
When I arrived home in a mixed state, I was greeted by an all too happy Vickie. There was definitely something up. She didn't find out that I was in her room. It was much worse than that. She told me she was pregnant.


Chapter 22 Fiery, Pulsing Stone


"Well, this certainly throws a spanner in the works. Congratulations, guess we really can start calling you mommy now" I chuckled hiding how nervous I truly was.
"Yeah, bit of a shock but I guess we shouldn't be too surprised."
"Yeah, you guys certainly spend a lot of time in the bedroom together."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean yourself and Princess have been going pretty hard at it. It was bound to happen eventually."
Vickie started laughing, I could feel her voice rattle the soles of my feet. The dense lady found this all too funny and kept laughing. "Oh my dear boy, I really doubt it was Princess." She then reached out with an open palm. She cupped my jeans at my concealed manhood and pressed pleasantly and firmly, practically lifting me up in one hand. "He doesn't have the kick that you do. This whole thing has me so hot. I want a few steaks in an hour or so. I am going to throw some real weight around so get cooking lover boy."
My internal dialogue was shitting it but I wouldn't show my nerve. "Vickie, don't you think you should take it easy on the weights and red meat? I am assuming you are going to cut the steroids?"
"Baby has to resemble mama. I got to be big." She left the room laughing, swaying her gigantic masculine backside as she marched toward the shed. She clearly didn't know the first thing about motherhood. She probably wanted to be pregnant. This was just another way for her to sink her hooks in me. She just wanted to have a reason for me to stick around and ditch my girlfriend.
I had an hour to figure things out. I went to see Princess to get what information he could offer.  The room did not smell pleasant. It was lived in by what smelled like an unwashed dog. Princess was thinner than last time I saw him. His red hair was longer and his pale skin was even whiter. A true ghost that was very reluctant to look toward the door. "Preston?" but the creature did not stir. "Preston, I am concerned for Vickie?" His massive giant bug eyes turned to look at me. "I have to know Preston... Is she pregnant?" Preston nodded in submission. "Is there a test Preston?" Once more he nodded after a brief moment of consideration. "Where is the test Preston?" Now Preston took longer to respond. He faced back toward the corner of the room. He couldn't have stared into a bleaker, darker section of the room. Slowly, the thing raised its shoulders to convey an effort requiring shrug. There was no evidence as of yet. I entered the room and went toward what I assumed to be Vickie's dresser. Suddenly, the bed sheets rustled as the naked Princess started screeching. His words were undecipherable but it sounded like MOMMY. I backed up and left the room. Preston calmed down just as I closed the door. I just hoped Vickie hadn't heard me. I told myself to get the steaks on and just forget about this. If she truly was pregnant, I would find out soon. It was safer to assume it was mine. The drugs had to go if that baby stood any chance against Vickie's aggressive lifestyle.
I turned the hob way down to a lower heat to keep the four steaks sizzling but not burning. Oil and fat bubbled below them in a satisfying sizzle. I went to get Vickie from the perspirant stinking shed. It was her smell and I admittedly loved it. The power she exhumed was crazy. Before I entered the shed I could smell her, feel her heat and the neighbours heard her grunts that helped her exert the raw energy. I knew better than to call her so I simply entered and prepared to pleasure her as her set came to a close. Her panties were white but grey with moisture as her camel toe looked to consume the white silk while her erecting clitoris did something to keep the panties pressed out. She was benching. She always closed with benching and it was clear she was doing her final reps as her arms quivered under her two hundred kilogram barbell. I slowly walked toward her as she banged out another rep. I stopped inches from her vein coated thigh, placing my hand to let her know I was there but also to feel her power. The thigh was fiery to the touch and the reverberating pulse shocked the tips of my fingers. It was a fiery, pulsing stone. Yet, another rep came. It was impossible.  She was slowing down, losing form and yet still going. I needed her to relax. "Vickie?" she answered with another painfully slow rep. I pushed harder on her thigh. She jerked her leg far enough to make contact with my thighs. It was a mere few inches of movement, but it sent me back a few feet. It was like being hit by a slow moving car. I didn't stand a chance against it if it acquired momentum. She set the bar on the rack.
"Pregnancy is going to slow me down Steve, I need to fight harder. Lift more and lift longer. Just make sure that steak is ready. Got it?" She spat. I was dejected. I was really looking forward to exploring her muscles as she benched. I turned toward the shed entrance. "Put ten kg on either side like a good boy there." She ordered. I looked around to see the plates had been scattered all over and it took a while to spot a ten. I picked it up from the floor only to feel a great haul on my shoulders. I braced but struggled to pry it from the floor. Taking up what I used to in one hand, I now took in two. "Jesus christ Steve, if I knew you were going to be a baby about it I would have got up myself." The bench strained under her as the massive amazon stood up and took the weight from me, pulling me toward her as she did. I came in close expecting her to catch me but I only slammed into her stony side. It was like thrusting into a wall corner as I hit off her hip and banged my head off her shoulder. I collapsed to the floor feeling a bang to the back of my head. The next few minutes were hazy. I heard her grunt, metal clang, a few deep breaths and heavy footsteps on concrete, gravel and then kitchen tiles as I woke to the smell of singed steak.  I heard her scoffing her first of three before I regained my senses. Not a thank you for the steak nor an apology for her rough treatment of me, I was disgusted. Truth be told, I didn't feel like having sex with her.
I found eating in the seclusion of my room didn't stop her from taking what she wanted. On my final bite I heard her pressure exert on the stairs. If I wasn't so concerned with her intentions I might have wondered how the stairs didn't collapse beneath her. My door swung open and I curled further into the far corner of the bed, desperately clutching my fork. "Aren't you going to invite me in for a good fucking?" She was trying to flirt and it was just completely off with her pure intent to simply have me. She was trying to relax me rather than arouse me, she had some self awareness of the monster she was.
"I don't think it is a good idea."
"And why not? You've pumped a load so good and deep we are over the worst of it." 
"Not quite what a mother should be saying though is it?"
"Oh lighten up Steve. You were ready to stick me again as soon as you saw me pumping out there. What changed? A little bump on baby's head? Let Mommy fix it?" She said with sarcasm and flirtation.
"No, I don't think it is fair on Saff."
"Yeah, and how much of her do we see these days? She doesn't give a shit about you. I do though. Besides, how many babies has she made you?"
"Well, the jury is still out on whether your baby is mine or not."
She now slowly moved in, crawling on to my bed. "You are just going to have to trust me. Like lovers do." Pulling my tracksuit pants with one iron hook finger, she took me flaccidly into her mouth. I wasn't in such a soft protest for long. She had me almost as hard as her abs in no time. Her mouth enjoyed my shaft for novelty. She was no one's bitch and she sucked no one's junk. I only had the pressurised privilege as she wanted me hard, and she wanted me then and there. Her power brought me to the verge of climax and I tried to slow her down by pushing back her head. It was like pushing a brick out of a cement wall. She giggled as she eased off the head of my dick. She widened her mouth, releasing my pulsating dick momentarily, only for her to drag my legs closer to her as she jumped down on my vulnerable erection. The buff pussy slammed against my cock and I thought it would burst from the pain. My aching dick sprung up into her locomotive crotch. She gyrated rhythmically and my body had no choice but to enjoy the ride.

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