The pushy realtor

[Snando002]

Hey everyone, this is a fragment of a story I've been working on for some time. It's a growth story focusing on a woman with a mysterious past and we should unravel the mystery as we move through the story. This chapter comes when she has already grown to the largest I think I'll take her and shows her increasing domination. Please let me know what you think. I'll post it in 2 or 3 parts.

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Layla parked her car in the driveway of the McKellan property. She grabbed her blazer and put it on as she stepped into the large house. She took a quick look at her attire in the massive mirror that dominated the foyer. She had on a pair of classic black stiletto high heels that pushed her already towering height to a bit over 2 meters. She had noticed that ever since she started working out, she had slowly but steadily been growing taller. It was not an unheard-of side effect as she remembered constantly growing taller when she was in high school. The pumps adorned her stockinged feet, the nylons stretched over her long and thick legs accentuating every single cut in her muscular thighs. Her short skirt ended mid-thigh, barely covering her burgeoning ass. Her loose white blouse was tucked in, hiding her defined core, but doing nothing to hide her expansive chest, the blouse strained trying to contain her breasts with every breath. She left the top two buttons loose, so an enticing acre of bronzed cleavage was in full display. Her nipples, clearly erect, pushed the material and were constantly in full display as she forewent the need for a bra. The blouse had no sleeves, but her brutally muscled arms were somewhat covered by her blazer. The jacket gave her wide back an even more impressive volume. The sleeves were taut against her bulky arms, and she didn't dare bend her arms unless she wanted to tear through them. Finally, her face, she still looked much younger than she was, a youthful glow came off her olive skin. A touch of makeup was all she needed, mainly in her eyes, enhancing her intense and predatory look. Her plump lips were moist and ruby red, and her hair fell elegantly straight to the middle of her back, in short, she looked stunning.
She inspected the house; everything was in order; the cleaning crew had come earlier today to make sure the house was spotless. She had refreshments brought to the kitchen, the waterfall in the pool was on, the sound system was playing some soft jazz and the house was a comfy 22°C. All she needed to do was wait for the Jeong's.
Hwan Jeong was a second generation Korean from Florida; his wife Jackie Masters was a business major from Michigan State that had experience in several different industries and now did consulting to small businesses to hopefully take their profits to the next level. Hwan had founded a startup that created an AI based algorithm to sort through and classify big data instantly to better understand trends, calculate temporality and even predict behaviors of masses or individuals. It was truly an impressive achievement, and all the big tech companies were tripping over themselves to buy the startup. Hwan though, saw the opportunity, and instead of selling his company created a license-based lease system where he kept the IP and provided the service to all of them. This however, required a huge investment up front to create the infrastructure to manage it all, mainly the huge server farms they would need. After a discrete, not entirely legal campaign to generate buzz for it, they went public and stock prices exploded. He had transformed a micro business into a tech giant almost overnight. Redmane offered cheap real state not far from several urban centers and his wife grew up there, so they located their operations there.
Layla knew they were going to close today, she wouldn't let it go any other way. She knew the little wife was more than sold on the idea, but the cheap husband was playing hard to get, no doubt trying to get the price down at least half a mill. She was not going to let that happen. She was tired of the back and forth. Who did he think he was to deny her anything, this commission would give her great security moving forward and she could dedicate even more of her time to building her body. She already had a plan.
The doorbell rang and Layla saw in the kitchen screen that the Jeongs were there. She took one last look at herself in the reflective surface of the fridge and put on her pleasant realtor mask. She walked purposefully to the foyer and opened the door. "Welcome! How are you guys doing today? It's a really nice day, isn't it? Considering it's almost winter." Layla chirped with a far cry from her typical demeanor these days.
Jackie stepped through with unconscious familiarity and shook her hand. "It sure is, thanks for having us here again. I wanted to take a look at the walk-in closet and take some measurements. Hwan here is still on the fence about the whole deal, so he wanted to take a closer look at the house in general. I hope you don't mind." The petite wife said, looking up as Layla towered over her. Even though Layla was the epitome of welcoming, Jackie couldn't help but be intimidated by the massive woman.
"Oh Jackie! It's no bother at all, I'm sure you'll find the whole house in perfect shape. Hwan, welcome, hope everything is well with the business?" Layla shook his hand with a more than firm handshake, she could feel his bones sliding from her grasp and a flashback from her escapades at the mall flooded her mind. Layla could barely stifle a moan as her own memories coupled with the grimace on Hwan's face made her pussy tingle. She looked straight into his eyes as she released his mangled hand, he shook it almost imperceptibly and flexed his fingers a couple of times. When he did not answer she pushed even further. "Is something the matter Hwan? You seem... uncomfortable." She said with a teasing smirk. She knew using his first name would bother him and she wanted to see if he dared mention something, she was setting the mood for today.
"Everything is fine Ms. Stevens." He said, stressing the miss.
"Oh don't be silly Hwan, call me Layla." She said in a commanding tone that completely went over Jackie. Hwan raised his eyebrow and clenched his jaw. "This is so easy" she thought. "Come on little man at least make it challenging."
"Sure Ms. ... uhm... Layla. I'm just nursing a hand injury from this week's padel." He said looking up into her deep green eyes.
"Oh, I hope it's nothing too serious? I hope I didn't squeeze you too hard. I've been hitting the gym lately and don't know my own strength sometimes." She smirked, staring him down.
"Well no, of course you didn't..." he started to say as she talked over him.
"But surely a fit and active man like you can shrug off a silly padel injury. Come, I got refreshments in the kitchen." She turned around without waiting for his response, she could feel him hesitating for a second and eventually following her like a puppy. Layla's pussy was already throbbing. She didn't even have her muscles on display, and she was handling this man like he was a silly teenager. That commission was as good as hers.
Layla grabbed a hold of Jackie as she walked past her, slumping her thick and heavy arm on her shoulders and palming her right one. She guided the woman through the house into the expansive kitchen. Layla could feel Jackie flinch as she handled her. "God, it's so fun to be the alfa in the room. I bet I could stick my tongue down her throat, and she would love it." Layla was getting seriously aroused. "Can I offer you wine Jackie?" she said as she led her to the kitchen island and poured a glass for herself.
"Oh, yes, thanks. A glass of red is fine." Jackie said as she couldn't disguise the want in her eyes, not particularly for the wine. "So? Have you had any other visitors here?" she inquired, subtlety not being one of her strong suits.
Layla poured a glass for Jackie. "Well, this is an exclusive property as you know, so we don't bring just anyone here. However there are 2 off-town families greatly interested to purchase it as a weekend home. The remoteness is really alluring to someone immersed in the bustle of the city. One of them is actually preparing to make an offer. I don't' think the second will be far behind." Layla lied through her teeth and looked for both their reactions. As expected a look of worry crossed Jackie's eyes and a knowing grin appeared in Hwan's lips.
"That's interesting, I had heard there was not much interest in the property. Something about not having too much market in the area for a house this big." Hwan launched his first volley trying to get the price down.
"Hwan, as you know there's rich people everywhere." She took a drink of her wine. Looking straight at his eyes. She lowered the glass to the level of her breasts. Her bent arm pulled the jacket's lapel back and uncovered her straining blouse. Her thick nipple was clearly visible. As she planned, Hwan followed the glass' movement down and was caught by surprise on the sight of her massive teat. "That's right little man, I've got fun toys to play with as well. Not that you'll get to enjoy them though." She thought, rubbing her thighs together. "Besides, there's always a market for a house THIS gorgeous." She said, opening her arms to display the whole room dramatically. Adding the benefit of further opening her jacket and putting her delectable breasts on full display for Hwan to oggle.
Hwan gulped and took a bottle of water from the kitchen island, forgetting whatever he was going to retort with. Standing next to his wife, he opened the bottle and took a sip, never taking his eyes from Layla's chest. A discrete tugging of his slacks signaled Layla that he was getting uncomfortable in more ways than one. She chuckled.
"Do you guys care for a bite?" Layla said looking Hwan in the eye as she bit her lower lip. She motioned to the assorted snacks in front of her. "Or shall we get on with it?"
Hwan took a deep breath and steeled himself. He was a savvy businessman after all. This was nothing more than another deal to be closed. "Ok, Ms. Ste... Layla. Let me cut to the chase. While this is a beautiful property, I think the house is grossly overpriced. There is nothing remotely close to the price in the market and frankly, forgive me for saying this, but I don't think there is much interest for it either. I would be willing to offer as much as 3 million." Hwan said, recovering some of his usual confidence.
"Come on hon. We agreed on 3.5..." Jackie whispered to her husband. He stared daggers at her.
Layla smirked. She leant her well-formed ass on the counter and took a sip from her wine. "I see. Jackie, honey, why don't you go upstairs to check out that walk-in closet. Be sure to look at the lightning in the shelves, it's divine." The petite woman was taken aback at the dismissive tone coming from Layla. She stayed rooted in place unsure how to react. Layla, so very slowly, turned her head towards Jackie and looked directly into her eyes. "Now Jackie." she growled with a deep menacing voice that made Jackie jump. "You can take your wine of course." She followed up with a sweet smile that made Jackie question herself if she had imagined the previous comment.
"I'll leave you two to it then." Jackie said nervously as she headed for the stairs.

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Fun set up.

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[Snando002]

I'll post the second part of this chapter. We get to the part where she actually shows her true colors. Which would be a main focus of the whole story, watching her transform and understanding why. I've always liked stories from authors like Seldom Lasts, Dmaynard and  Reaper so you might see their style reflected here.

Would really like some constructive criticism if at all possible. And if there's interest I might share some other chapters from other characters as well.

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Layla watched her leave the kitchen for several seconds. She put her glass down and walked out of it herself towards the dining room without uttering a word. She expected Hwan to follow, and he did after a brief, confused moment. Layla went pass the dining table and opened the sliding doors towards the pool area. She stepped through. The exterior area was divided between the terrace, the deck, the pool and the expansive garden that stretched all the way towards the edge of the property where a wooded area started. The terrace was located right outside the house and took the whole width of the construction. The deck stretched towards the far side of the property on the left with a fancy bbq set including a fire pit, a grill and a smoker as well as pool furniture. The pool sat next to the deck occupying the center of the garden. It was a massive pool with a jacuzzi and a rocky waterfall that brought a relaxing running water ambient sound. The terrace had a bar to the side and Layla headed straight there.
She grabbed a bottle of scotch and a couple of tumblers. She poured herself a glass and a second one for Hwan. Layla raised her glass and took a sip, savoring the moment to come. Hwan was rooted next to the sliding doors, unsure of where all this was going. Layla nodded towards the glass as she took another sip. Finally, Hwan forced himself to walk towards her, he picked up the glass and tried the drink. It was a nice scotch, smoky and smooth.
"Hwan, how much is your company worth?" Layla asked nonchalantly placing her elbows in the bar turning her back to him. Her eyes were lost deep in the woods. Hwan could not help but stare at her broad glutes on full display as she leaned over the bar. He could see each cheek clearly defined through the fabric of the skirt. Layla bent her left leg at the knee, pumping her calve and hamstring, stretching her tights to the breaking point. Several seconds passed as he was enthralled by her flexing muscles. "I asked you a question little man. When I ask a question, I expect an immediate and honest response." She said, calmly.
"I don't see how this is relevant to... Urkh." Hwan was cut short as Layla turned around in a flash and grabbed him by the neck. She squeezed firmly cutting off his air while lifting him up to the tip of his toes.
"You were not asked if you found the question relevant or not, you were asked your company's net worth." Layla said with outmost serenity, not a hint of strain in her voice as she lifted him higher, his feet now leaving the floor. "I will repeat the question again, and if you know what is good for you, you will answer truthfully. How much is your company worth?" she asked slowly.
Layla opened her hand and Hwan plummeted down to the floor coughing and desperately trying to get his breath back. "Ack... E-eighty nine p-point sixty eight b-billion... cough." He said clawing at his throat.
"Good boy. Now, listen very carefully. I don't give a fuck if you feel the house is overpriced or not. I don't even care what the house is worth honestly. The only thing you need to understand here is that I get what I want and what I want right now is a very specific amount of money that will help me focus on my goals. Now, you are going to give me that amount of money. Whether you get a house as part of the deal or not is up to you." Layla said, hands on her hips looking down at the prone businessman. "Count your lucky stars that that amount of money is not 89.68 billion dollars."
"Y-you can't do this, this is e-extortion." He said looking down at her feet.
Layla grinned; she wanted him to challenge her even if it was in the most basic way. She took a step back. "Stand up." He didn't move. Layla bent over and grabbed him by the jaw hoisting him up and throwing him against the bar. The whole bar rattled with the impact, and he groaned in pain. "It seems you don't fully grasp the situation you are in little man. Let me help you understand." Layla then proceeded to calmly shrug off her jacket uncovering her bountiful cleavage and savage arms. "Look at me." Hwan obeyed immediately. He gasped as he stared, dumbfounded, at her powerful relaxed biceps. "What part of this massive, musclebound perfection of a body do you think cares about being charged with extortion? Perhaps my thighs?" She pointed her left leg forward and flexed her tree trunk thigh making the skirt ride even higher, revealing the top of her tights. Her quads bulged obscenely; clear separations formed above her knee showcasing her incredible conditioning. "No, I don't think they do. Maybe my arms?" She said as she brought both her arms upwards flexing her thick biceps with all her might. Twin cannonballs erupted from her arms bursting with unbridled power. A single vein ran from her shoulder down to her biceps and split in two as it crested the bulging muscle. Her pecs joined the flex pushing her massive mammaries up and out, nipples fully erect tenting the delicate fabric. The topmost fastened button tearing off and launching itself against Hwan's flabbergasted face. "I don't' think they care either little man. You know what these arms care about though? They care about smashing pathetic little men to a pulp." Layla then fired a powerful punch directly into Hwan's stomach. The air left his lungs in a noisy whoosh. He started coughing immediately as tears streaked through his eyes. Hwan retched and heaved as his stomach tried to empty its contents because of the impact. "Don't you dare throw up; I'll make you clean everything with your tongue!" Hwan closed his mouth instantly and tried to take deep breaths through his nose.
Layla moaned as she saw the destroyed man recovering from a single punch of her brutal muscles. She pawed at her engorged tits and lifted her skirt revealing her soaked thong. She moved the thong to the side and fingered herself to a quick orgasm. Layla brought her fingers out of her quivering cunt and pressed them into Hwan's face, spreading her juices all over it. "So, what is it going to be little man?" She said with half closed eyelids still in the midst of ecstasy.
"We'll buy, 4.5 mill. You'll have my official offer by today. Just please... please... don't hurt me anymore." He blurted out crying and coughing.
"Oooooohhhh... that's what I like to hear." She said, moaning, lost in her own pleasure. "Was that so difficult little man? Now, we could have done this in a more civilized way, but you chose to disrespect me. So, I had to punish you. However, I want you to know that these muscles are not just made to punish..." she approached the trembling man, bent over and brushed his ear with her lips. She whispered in a throaty, seductive voice. "They can also bring great pleasure..." she licked his ear as she said that, waking him from his fear induced stupor. Layla opened her blouse even more letting him see her tits and abs in all their glory. The blouse only covered her nipples now and left bare the enticing globes of her tits. Hwan could not believe what was happening. She put two fingers of her right hand in her mouth and sucked on them as she thrust them in and out of her plump lips. Once they were nice and moist, she streaked her skin downwards starting at her neck and ending at her left breast. A trail of saliva evidenced the path she took, culminating in her engorged teat. She flicked and pinched her nipple with her moist digits, moaning with pleasure.
Hwan didn't know what to do, he was terribly scared of the beautiful demon in front of him, but he couldn't deny he was sporting one of the hardest erections he'd had in his life. "Drop your pants little man." He instantly obeyed, any thought of resisting long gone by now. "Come closer." He stepped forward, head bowed in deference to the superior being that commanded him. Layla palmed his skull as she moved her blouse to the side and brought his trembling mouth to her erect nipple. "Suck little man, bring me pleasure." Layla pressed his head against her breast. She rolled her head back in pure lust. "Use your fingers, make me cum." She parted her legs giving him access to her pulsating pussy. Hwan immediately moved his fingers upwards towards her crotch. He met her quivering lips coated in a thick layer of her own juices. He could smell the musky scent of her arousal; it invaded his being and made him think of nothing else. Hwan touched her pussy through her thong, he could feel her muscles moving even from the outside lips. It was a rolling motion chewing on the thong and soon his hand. The thong was brought taut in her hips as her pussy pulled it in. He heard Layla suck in air through her teeth as he made contact. "Come on little man, she won't bite... much." He moved the wet thong to the side with effort and used his fingers to stroke Layla's clit, electricity coursing through every nerve in her body. Hwan thrust two fingers inside her quim eliciting a series of growls from the tormentress. "That's right little man, give me pleasure, make me cum. Don't' you dare touch yourself however, your cock is mine, you are mine. Faster, harder." Hwan redoubled his efforts fingering the giantess as she instructed. He was humping the air as he was filled with erotic sensations the likes of which he had never experienced. "Yes pet. That's right, make me cum. Oh you are such a good little pet. Hhhhmmmm. I want you to cum for me now pet. We'll cum together. If you don't cum, I'll rip your little dick off and shove it down your throat. That will pale in comparison though, with what will happen if even a single drop of your cum finds its way on me. You've been warned pet." Hwan was assaulted by a sudden sense of dread, how was he supposed to comply with all that. "Oh yes pet, deeper, harder... Yes... faster. Mmmmmm..." Layla pushed his face harder into her breast cutting off his air supply. She slammed her thighs closed with a wet SLAP! Her pussy muscles pulled his hand inside her. Three fingers, four, soon his whole hand was devoured by her hungry cunt. Her moans dispersed in the open space as he felt his hand being compressed by her powerful muscles.
"I hope I'm not squeezing you too hard. I've been hitting the gym lately and don't know my own strength sometimes." She said, repeating herself and chuckling. Layla moaned as her pussy chewed on his hand. She was sure she could break his hand in several places, but she had to restrain herself, he needed that to sign. Layla was in the verge of her orgasm, her pussy was vibrating in utter rapture. She could hear Hwan's grunts of pain grow weaker and weaker and knew he was close to passing out. With a final brutal push of his head against her breast and a frightening squeeze of her cunt on his hand she came. "Cum now little man, cum for your goddess." She moaned. Between the lack of oxygen and the surreal feeling of his hand been crushed inside Layla's vagina, Hwan was lost in a hazy stupor. He suddenly heard the order and something triggered inside his brain. Like a spark lighting a raging fire, her words shot through his brain and he lost all control of his senses. The inferno started in the back of his eyes, travelled through his spine and reached his balls in an instant. He barely had enough time to bring his other hand in front of his dick to catch the offending juices it spurted. He saw flickering lights appearing in the back of his eyelids as he emptied himself of all that he was and offered it to this demonic woman. With a long moan, juices squirted out of her hungry cunt, splashing the ground below them. She ground his face against her breast one last time savoring the sadistic dominance that she had over him. "Mmmmm... That hit the spot." she said satisfied. She pushed her toy backwards and reveled in the afterglow of her climax. "Clean yourself up, I'll go check on Jackie. Join us once you have... composed yourself."
Layla straightened out her thong, buttoned up her blouse and put on her jacket as she smiled at the camera pointing down from the ceiling. "So easy..." she thought. Layla went straight to the master bedroom where she located Jackie taking some measurements to the walk-in closet. "Jackie, I trust you've found everything to your liking?"
"Oh yes! Quite! I just have a rather large mannequin I like to put my outfits on while I'm picking up my clothes the night before and I found the perfect spot for it." She said staring at the towering goddess and noticing one of the buttons of her blouse was missing, this gave her a peek at the goddess' bronzed cleavage. Jackie disguised a subtle yelp as she noticed she was not wearing a bra. "How can she keep those huge tits up without a bra?" she thought. "How did it go with Hwan? I'm sorry if he can be a bit stubborn. It's not like we lack the funds..."
"Marvelously dear, I'm sure we have struck a reasonable deal. After all I do have my ways of making men see reason... Hahaha..." she winked at the petite blonde. "Now, there's one feature of the house I have not shown you, but Hwan was very interested in. The fully functioning security system. I'm sure you've noticed the cameras around the property?" She said in a voice dipped in honey.
"Oh yeah, I wondered where those fed to..." Jackie asked curiously.
"Well, follow me." Layla turned around and headed to the study. She took a seat in the desk, pulled out a flat console hidden under the flat part of the desk and typed a code into a keyboard located in the center. On the wall to her left, a large painting of a moonlit grove and a forest nymph bathed in moonlight retracted and made way for a large screen that showed a divided view with several feed from the different cameras across the property. Layla counted with Hwan having picked himself up by now. "And there we can see your little husband, coming up the stairs." She pressed a button in the console and spoke, "Hwan, love, we are in the study. Come, I want you to see something that will surely make you close the deal we discussed." Her voice could be heard coming from the speakers of the house. She saw Hwan jump scared as she addressed him directly.
Hwan made his way directly into the study, a suspicious look painted across his face. He first saw his smiling wife and then directed his eyes towards the towering goddess sitting at the desk. Layla returned his stare and smiled a Cheshire grin, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Hwan, take a seat." She pointed at a chair across the desk. "I was telling Jackie that you were very interested in the security system, specially the CCTV. As you can see the whole property is monitored from this console, the main entrance, the foyer, kitchen, garage, the terrace..." she let the last words linger and saw him bite his lip nervously. "Everything is recorded and stored in a hard drive and a server for redundancy. As you can see no corner of the house is left out. For example, we can see the master bedroom and closet where Jackie was looking around a minute ago." With several clicks and prods the screen showed a single view of the closet, empty now. "And if we rewind..." Layla pressed a button several times and Jackie popped up in the screen walking into the closet and looking around.
"It's impressive, and that was quite a demonstration, in fact I don't think I need to see more. I believe I'm ready to propose an offer." Hwan said nervously, not understanding where Layla was getting at. He had already agreed to her requests. He didn't understand where she was going with this whole thing.
"Oh, that's what I told Jackie, she was very pleased. Jackie let me tell you, your hubby here drives a tough bargain. When we got to talking downstairs, things got a bit... heated." Layla smirked as Hwan flinched at the word. In the end though, I think I convinced him of the value and he actually mentioned putting an extra million n the offer so we could be sure to outbid those two families from the city!" Layla immediately turned her head at Hwan as did her wife.
"Oh honey? Is that true?" Jackie said surprised, this was not like him at all.
"Uhm... Well... We talked about maybe upping the offer... You know if it was needed." Hwan answered nervously, looking back and forth from his wife to Layla.
"Oh, look!" she said, "Here we come now to the terrace for our little chat." Layla said as she pressed a couple more buttons and turned towards the screen. It showed Layla coming out of the dining room and going towards the bar, then Hwan followed and stood by the sliding doors. Layla reached into the bar and took out the tumblers and scotch. "Jackie, do you want to watch how your husband negotiated? I'm sure it would be enlightening!" As she said this Layla looked straight at Hwan and saw the panic in his eyes. She licked her lips and arched her eyebrow feeling the tingling feeling in her crotch again.
"Hahaha, that won't be necessary. T-trade s-secrets, right?" Hwan blurted out nervously and stood up walking towards the desk. In the screen Layla was leisurely drinking her scotch and Hwan heads towards the bar. "A-anyway, 5.5 mil, yeah that's my offer." He said looking Layla in the eyes, desperation drawn in his face.
Layla pressed the space bar and the video paused as Hwan was staring at Layla's muscled glutes as she leaned on the bar. "That's great Hwan, I'll send you the papers you need to sign and details for the deposits, I'm sure we'll be able to move without a hitch." She winked at him; a predatory smile drawn in her face. "Is there anything else you want to see?" she said as she pressed another series of buttons and the screen retracted again, letting the surreal painting move into place.
"I think we've seen enough." Hwan said exhausted. "Don't you think honey?"
"Yes, definitely, we appreciate your patience Layla, you are a great realtor, we'll be sure to recommend you." She said clearly smitten with the beautiful amazon.
"Well, thank you pet!" she said to Jackie looking at Hwan, "I really appreciate that, but something tells me I won't be doing real state for much longer. Let me walk you guys to your car." She stood up and walked purposely towards the doors, each step a statement of her utter dominance of the situation.
Once downstairs, Layla opened the door for them and bent down to plant a kiss in Jackie's cheek, dangerously close to the edge of her mouth. "Jackie dear, I'm sure you'll be very happy in your new home. Don't be a stranger once you move! Now go ahead to the car while I tell you little husband a couple last details." Jackie touched the corner of her mouth and looked dreamily at the tall woman, she walked backwards a couple of steps and then turned towards their car. Hwan then got out and tried to walk to his car. Layla grabbed his shoulder and squeezed painfully. "Not so fast pet." She said firmly. She used her hand to turn him around. "Look at me little man." Hwan immediately looked up. "You challenged me. Again." She growled.
"N-no, s-sorry, I-I didn't mean to. I was j-just surprised. I'm sorry, p-please, please, don't hurt me. Please." Hwan stuttered raising his voice, uncaring if Jackie heard. Luckily Jackie had gotten into the car already.
Layla enjoyed the fear in his eyes and the tremble in his voice. She suddenly shot her right hand towards his crotch. Her hand groped his dick and balls, palming the whole package in a single hand and squeezing painfully. She purred in his ear as she bent down. "I like your fear little man. It makes me wet. But do you know what I like more than fear?" she said in a low threatening voice. "Pain!" she ground his privates in her hand a pitiful yelp escaping his lips. Layla kept squeezing, increasing the pressure with each second. Hwan was making his best not to scream, but little whimpers of pain were all he could utter. "You'll transfer that extra million to myself little man, and you'll deposit one million every year on this date to my account so that you remember that you are not to challenge your superiors. Is that understood?" Hwan nodded vigorously, not daring to even touch the amazon's arm for fear of reprisal. The pain in his balls and dick was unbearable. He feared permanent damage, or even worse that she would actually rip them clean off.
"Y-yes, I u-understand. Please let go." Hwan begged.
"You can go now little man, but remember, what you experienced today is nothing, NOTHING compared to what I'll do to you if you ever even think of challenging me again." With a last painful squeeze she released her grip on his crushed manhood and licked his cheek where a tear rolled from his eye. "Now go little man, go to your pretty little wife and enjoy your life, until I decide you won't." She then turned around and went inside, straight to the kitchen and her unfinished glass of wine. Layla took a sip and smiled. She could see her in the reflection of the window nodding with a horrific, malicious grin. She saw her and she liked her.

[Snando002]

Fun set up.

Typo correction suggestion: alfa to alpha.

Thanks! I missed that one. I'm not originally an English speaker so some of those just go unnoticed.

[brave_archer]

Excellent stuff  Can't wait to get Layla's whole story. Karma given!

[Snando002]

I'll post a different chapter. This one is a bit shorter but there's a follow up set just after this one. This chapter takes place before the previous one I posted. Hope you enjoy. As always any criticism is deeply appreciated.

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A month had passed since he left for college. Layla had kept up with her lifting sessions with a cult-like devotion. She was making progress, fast, but not fast enough for her. She needed to become stronger, harder, tougher, and she needed to do it faster. Layla had been spending as much in groceries as when he was living with her just to feed her growing body. It amazed her how much food she consumed in a day, enough to feed two full grown people. It was necessary though, she needed fuel, it was not enough however.
Layla went to the mall to get some supplements to help her grow. Creatine, protein powders, boosters, antifatigue supplements, omega 3, anything and everything that could help her prepare, perform better, and recover faster after her sessions. She was wearing a light blue summer dress and platform sandals. Her tight, trim body already showed results from her hours in the gym. Her toned legs now showed a good amount of definition. Her calves, pumped from walking in her high heeled sandals, bunched with every step. The beginning of a split in the bottom of each bump could be seen and a vein starting to go over the inner side of each bulging muscle. Her thighs were mostly uncovered by the frilly bottom of her dress. The flowy garment swayed with every movement, revealing her thick legs. Her thighs, pretty toned to begin with, showed clear separations in her quads and sartorius muscles. They started overhanging around her knees closer and closer to rubbing against each other as she walked. She always had good legs and they always developed faster. Her perky ass was being molded into a pair of rock hard spheres. It lifted the back of the dress to where you could almost see her thong peeking through. You could see each glute flexing and receding with every step even through the fabric of the dress. Loose in the bottom, her dress hugged her core tightly as it moved upwards, the outline of her 4 pack faintly seen through the blue fabric. Her small waist appeared tiny enough to be surrounded by two hands because of her beefy thighs and wide hips. Layla's wide back opened up above her tiny, in comparison, waist. You could see the craggy muscles of her traps and delts through the low-cut dress. Puffy sleeves that left her shoulders bare, were pushed against them by her baseball sized biceps. They flexed as she swung her arms while walking, creating a muscular spectacle very rarely seen. Her bountiful breasts sticked forward, supported by developed pecs and no bra. They almost overflowed the ruffled front of the dress with an avalanche of olive skinned tits, nipples poking out of the material, areola barely confined by the delicate dress.
Layla was used to male and female attention, but the significant increase in stares and heads turning gave her an ego boost she was not expecting. "This is also power." she thought. "Commanding the attention of people just by being there. I can get used to that." Furthermore, her body seemed to have a repulsive aura. The attention she garnered plus the imposing visage she presented with her buffed up body, combined to part the sea of people in front of her. As she walked, men, women and groups moved to make her way. It was amusing to her when she noticed, exciting chills coursed through her body, her nipples became even more erect and her panties moist. She raised her head pridefully. Strutting in front of a mirrored window in one of the mall's boutiques, she could see herself owning the whole area, commanding respect and awe, and in her eyes a cold gleam appeared as she grinned and nodded.
Layla carved a path directly to the supplement store, laser focused on what she needed. She had done her research before time and she was happy to see the developments in supplements in the last 18 years. She used to be an avid consumer in her high-school competitive days, so she was no stranger to the subject. She quickly came up with a suitable cocktail based on what she did back then but taking advantage of the new and improved availability and variety. She hung a basket in her forearm and walked the aisles looking for exactly what she wanted. As the basket filled, she started feeling some resistance in her bicep and instinctively, started doing curls with the awkward, shifting and increasing weight of the loaded container. Her left arm was getting a nice pump with her shopping spree and a thick vein started pulsing in the side of her bicep. Once she had everything she needed, Layla zoomed towards the register and placed the now 30+ lbs basket on top. She flexed, relaxed and twisted her arm admiring the bulge popping out of it, proud of the volume she had gained in such a short amount of time. "Not enough!" she thought.
Layla heard the clerk clearing his throat and turned to look at him. "I said: Do you think that's enough?". A tall muscular redheaded man with a thick beard told her.
"Sorry, I was just lost in thought. It's a big load isn't it?" she said blushing a bit, thinking for a second if she'd overdone it. The thought passed immediately as the image of her flexed bicep popped in her mind and a contended smile formed across her face, imagining how much bigger it would get. "I'm doing a first time buy I guess."
"You don't say, I'd imagine you were already on most of this stuff, judging by how developed you are right now." He said as he started ringing her stuff. "It's impressive what you have accomplished without any supplementation." He noted as he scanned the attractive customer from head to toe. She was a beautiful woman with a body to die for. She couldn't be more than 30 he thought. She spent a lot of time in the gym for sure. As amazing as her body was though, her face was just as captivating. She had a certain exotic allure, her almond eyes inviting and mysterious.
Ginger clerk, Howard according to his tag, kept stealing glances at her chest while he talked, Layla noted.
"Good genes I suppose. And lots of hard work of course." She pointed out as she flexed her chest lifting her tits and expanding her cleavage seductively. She noticed Howard's eyes pop out for a second and he fumbled with the creatine tub he was in the process of scanning. Layla giggled.
"Your work shows, that's for sure. Are you preparing for a competition?" He asked, regaining his composure.
"Not really, I'm doing this for me. Just want to be in the best shape that I can." Layla winked as she cocked her hip, raising the bottom of the dress a bit, and flexed her right thigh giving her separations even more relief.
She could actually hear the guy gulp. "W... Well congrats, it seems you are on your way there. That'll be $763 dollars and 87 cents. Will you be using cash or card?" Howard said as he forced himself to make eye contact.
"Card is fine." Layla held the plastic with her right hand to the stunned man while blatantly flexing her left arm in the process. She saw his brows lift as he saw her thick arm. Her juices started running as she saw the effect she had on him.
"That's impressive." He said with eyes wide open. "That amount of volume in a woman is certainly rare." The clerk fidgeted behind the counter, clearly uncomfortable.
"Oh, thank you, it's always nice to be appreciated." She purred while watching him squirm. The dampness in her crotch spread. It made her hot how much she could manipulate him with just a flex of her guns.
"By the way, you'll get 5% off in your next purchase of these items and 10% off in any purchase after that! Well, everything except the protein bars, we don't do that with those." He forced himself to smile.
"Oh really? That's great!" Layla chirped, happy with the surprise. Then she saw her looking back in the mirror behind Howard, a frown on her face.
"Is something the matter?" Howard asked, curiously looking back at the mirror.
"I'm sure I could get the 10% discount now though. After all I am purchasing a lot of stuff and you can be sure I will be coming back for more. I'm a growing woman after all." She said flexing both arms against her chest and leaning over the counter, pressing her already deep cleavage together, making het tits pop out even more. A bit of her areola could be seen peeking from the dress, a dark pink in contrast with her olive skin. "See?" she seductively remarked.
"Erhm... I really am not in liberty of doing that miss..." Howard nervously blurted out, fingers frozen on the keypad.
"Layla... Call me Layla." The words, dipped in honey dripped from her mouth. "I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other in the coming months. It seems we have a shared... passion..." she said, leaning further into the counter, extending her right arm to squeeze his admittedly impressive bicep while she bit her lower lip. Howard was mesmerized, Layla could see a raging boner pointing straight in front of his loose shorts, partially covered by the counter. She nodded in the mirror behind him. Layla then retracted her hand suddenly and stood up straight, squaring her shoulders and tensing her muscles. She appeared far wider and larger than mere seconds before. Her voice deepened and sharpened as her eyes narrowed. "After all, I would be more than willing to take my business somewhere else. Seeing as how this location is so inconveniently out of my way. I'm just here because I passed by on my way to an appointment." She lied as she extended her hand towards her card.
"Uhm... Yeah... No, that won't be necessary miss... Layla." He stuttered, taken aback by the sudden change in demeanor. "Because of the large purchase I'm sure I can give you the discount. If you promise to keep buying from us in the future of course." He winked and smiled at the gorgeous woman in front of him. As he looked in her eyes, he noticed something was different. She was still beautiful, just different. Her eyes were still mysterious, but he noticed they were also ice cold and hard. He hadn't noticed that before. He felt goosebumps creeping up his skin while looking at her. He immediately erased his smile and felt silly for winking. "In fact, I can also give you this tote bag for your purchases today, complimentary of course." He desperately wanted her to smile at him again.
"Well, that's perfect! Thankyou! Isn't that great customer service." She beamed and winked at him. "Well I got to run now luv. See you in a month!" Layla turned around with a flurry making her dress flow and lift up as she marched out of the store as if she were in a runway.
"I'm Howard by the way!" He blurted a bit louder than intended as he stared at her magnificent ass after having seen a peek of the bottom of it when the dress ruffled upwards.
"Oh, I know silly, it's right there in your nametag." Layla said without turning around while she waved.
Howard saw her thick bicep flex with every wave. The corded muscles in her perfect legs created amazing movement as she walked. "Damn, she has thick thighs, I wouldn't mind being trapped between them." He noticed he was stroking his hard cock through his shorts and headed straight to the employees bathroom.
Layla felt her pussy contract as she walked out of the store. Manipulating that man had all but made her orgasm. This power was intoxicating. She bit her lip and let the sensation flow through her pussy. Her juices were running freely, soaking her thong.

[jeffbeans]

Wow, this story is great and Layla is an amzing character! More please