+Notable Author: [NinjaStar] Stories~collected

[Poddy]

Great opening! Looking forward to more Mr. Star

[NinjaStar]

A/N: Wow, that was quite a response! I guess I was successful. Thanks to everybody who responded.
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The shower was not relaxing in the least.

Alyssa had discovered that she had gotten even taller since that morning. The water sprayed in her face, as opposed to the top of her head as usual. The last thing she ever wanted was to get even taller. It was a hurdle being a six-foot tall woman, especially one dating a shorter man. It seemed to her like she had only just started feeling comfortable in her own skin, and now this happened.

How tall was she now? 6'2”? 6'3”? This was just ridiculous! How could she just suddenly get taller for no real reason? Why was she growing boobs? Why were her muscles getting bigger? It was maddening. Alyssa wanted to scream. Her head swam in thought. She was trying her best to get a handle on the moment and figure out when her life seemed to spiral so horribly out of control.

Why me?! she raged internally. This is such bullshit! I've always been the freak. Everyone else can slip on through life without everyone stopping to stare, but not me. Oh, no! 'Hey everyone! Let's look at the awkward tall girl! Look how she's getting even taller! Her boyfriend looks like a total midget next to her!' It's like life is out to get me. This is so unfair!

Tentatively, she reached out and picked up a bottle of her body wash. Her hands seemed huge compared to the bottle. It was like the world was shrinking around her. Alyssa tried to squirt just a little bit out of the bottle, but ended up with a large pile of body wash in her hands instead. Alyssa blinked. That shouldn't have happened. Was she getting freakishly strong as well? Figures. She sucked her teeth in annoyance and set out applying the flowery-smelling soap to her body.

She was hard all over, not like the typical woman who was soft and pliable. The increased density in her muscle mass was even more noticeable by the touch. Her skin was still smooth and clear, but the sinews beneath seemed to come to life with the slightest movement. It was almost sickening to her how muscular she was getting. Would this continue? Would she keep getting bigger and bigger until there was nothing recognizably feminine about her? The thought made her shiver.

Alyssa didn't mind being stronger than average, especially when she had a boyfriend who not only didn't mind that his girlfriend was stronger than he was, but actually was quite into it. But what would happen when Brian realized that Alyssa was becoming a monster? He might find her attractive now, but if she kept on growing, what would he say then? Would he freak out and leave? What would she do then? It was hard enough finding a man that had the right qualities that she looked for put together so perfectly in that delightfully weird little man that she had lived with for the last seven years. Brian was a one-off.

They would cross that bridge when they came to it, Alyssa supposed. She could do nothing until she actually witnessed his reaction, whatever it may be. She washed and rinsed her hair, and then turned off the water. She stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel, which seemed so tiny to her now, and began drying off. Alyssa couldn't stand to look at herself in the mirror. The sight of her engorged muscles rippling and flexed with every movement would cause her to feel even worse about herself now than she already did.

With that done, she wrapped herself up as much as she could with her towel, and opened the bathroom door. Clouds and tendrils of steam snaked out into the hallway, proceeding the arrival of the monster, Alyssa mused darkly. She was about to step out across the carpet to go into the bedroom, when movement from the left caught her eye. Alyssa let out a shriek and ducked back into the bathroom.

Brian stood there, blinking, nonplussed at his girlfriend's reaction. He hadn't meant to scare her, but even so, her reaction seemed a little over the top. He adjusted his glasses and tentatively stepped forward to see if she was alright. It had been a long day at work, and he was happy to be home, but it looked like something was wrong. Had she known it was him? Alyssa usually had no trouble parading around the place naked before, and he certainly didn't mind when she did. Brian usually came home around this time every day, so it wasn't like she wasn't expecting him. He was concerned by her reaction. This wasn't like her, even if he had surprised her.

Alyssa held the door shut, squeezing her eyes closed tightly. Brian was home, and while that usually was a good thing, she just couldn't deal with it now, especially after that embarrassment just now. Alyssa felt so foolish reacting as she had. What did Brian think? That she had gone insane? Was he laughing at her? She honestly hadn't been expecting him. That, combined with her anxiety sent her into panic mode. Alyssa simply wasn't ready to confront him. Would he notice the changes that took over her body? What was she thinking! Of course he would! One does not simply ignore changes of this magnitude.

Alyssa didn't come out of the bathroom. Brian patiently waited outside for a long while for her to calm down and compose herself. He was about to speak when the door opened a tad, and he saw her beautiful face peer apologetically round the corner.

“Hey,” he said soothingly.

“Hey,” Alyssa said back, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. It didn't work. Brian looked concerned, and that made her feel horrible. Her anxiety flared up even worse now. She was going to have to reveal herself, as much as she didn't want to.

“Is everything... okay in there?” he asked patiently.

“Y-yeah. Sorry about flipping out like that,” Alyssa smiled wanly. “You scared me is all.”

“I have a tendency to do that,” Brian agreed self-deprecatingly. “I guess I should've made some more noise to let you know I was here.”

“No, it isn't your fault, hon,” Alyssa replied dismissively. “I was a million miles away. I would probably have screamed at my own shadow.”

“But instead my ugly mug did you in,” said Brian sardonically. He stopped to look at her for a beat. “So, are we gonna talk through the door, or are you gonna come out?”

Alyssa winced. It was pretty foolish of her to try and hide like this. “Sorry,” she apologized, and opened the door. She was wrapped up in a towel, leaving her cut, toned arms and long, shapely legs exposed. Her hair was darkened with wetness and combed back. She had a look of disquiet about her, but she was nevertheless very beautiful. Brian couldn't help himself from eying her up and down. Alyssa was tall and strongly built, and Brain loved that combination in a woman. He couldn't prevent his erection from hardening as he craned his head up to look her in the eye.

Alyssa was acutely aware of Brian checking her out. Normally, she would welcome such attention, but now it only made her feel more anxious. He was sure to notice how big she had gotten, and that would hasten along the looming discussion as to why, and she had no answer forthcoming.

Brian came up to her, noticing her hesitancy at his approach. “Something's wrong,” he said.

Alyssa stared at him. “W-what do you mean?”

“I mean, you're acting strange. Something's wrong. Tell me,” he demanded softly.

Alyssa didn't know how to react. Brian apparently didn't notice how much taller she loomed over him, or how thicker and more developed her muscles were. Instead, he only noticed her withdrawn behavior. She didn't know whether she wanted to kiss him or slap him.

“I--” she sputtered, at a loss for how to answer. What could she say? 'I'm growing right before your very eyes and you don't notice that?' Or 'doesn't it seem strange that I'm bigger than I was when you left for work this morning?' “Um... I guess... I'm just tired.”

Brian didn't buy it. “It's more than that, babe. Go on. Tell me.” He curled his arms around her waist, looking up into her eyes. He looked so small to her. His grayish-blue eyes sparkled with love and understanding from behind his Weezer glasses.

“It's nothing. I swear,” she murmured, leaning down a bit more than usual to kiss his forehead reassuringly. Brian stood up on his tip-toes to meet her lips for a real kiss, reveling in the height difference between them. She found it strange that it didn't occur to him that she was inches taller than before, but quickly forgot such concerns. Brian's kiss dispelled her anxiety to the point where she had completely forgotten why she was even worried. She scooped him up easily into her arms and cradled him as they kissed. He was so light, much lighter than she remembered. Brian liked it when she picked him up, even if Alyssa had her own misgivings about such things. It wasn't normal for a girl to be able to pick up her boyfriend, and even less so for her boyfriend to enjoy it so much. Brian didn't weigh much, tipping the scales at about one-thirty five soaking wet, so it was never an issue of her being strong enough. She just felt weird about doing it.

But for some reason, right now, Alyssa had no such feelings. Standing tall in the hallway, clad in nothing but a damp towel, she easily held her skinny little man in her bulging arms and it felt... right. Whatever bad feelings Alyssa had towards herself, whatever anxiety she had over Brian's reactions, were gone. She felt strong. She felt sexy. She felt desired. Brian easily slipped his tongue into her mouth, turning a loving kiss into a lewd make-out session. Holding him as she did, Alyssa never tired. Instead, his weight seemed to get less and less burdensome as time wore on. She could hold him all day and all night and never get tired.

She felt like she could crush him so easily, if she were so inclined.

An unseen force carried them both into the bedroom. The door exploded inwards as Alyssa kicked it open. The strength of her muscular legs cracked the doorframe and made the knob smash a hole into the drywall. She carried her man over to the large king-sized bed they shared and dropped him onto the mattress. Brian bounced when he landed, stunned at Alyssa's sudden aggression. She ripped off the towel from her body to reveal her glorious physique to him at last.

She was ripped. More so than usual. Brian couldn't quite understand it, but Alyssa seemed... different, somehow. He had little time to appreciate the change as she climbed into his lap and kissed him again, this time with furious passion. Her tongue jammed down his throat, her strong fingers running through his hair, Alyssa attacked him like she never had before. They had made love many times before in the past, but Alyssa had never taken the lead in such a manner before. Brian didn't quite know how to feel about it.

On one hand, he was deeply aroused, but on the other, he was concerned that he might not survive.

Alyssa pulled away, chomping down on his lip enough to make him wince, but not enough to break the skin. She tugged at his lip with her teeth and then pushed him down with authority to the mattress. Her hands pushed down on his chest, forcing him supine with alarming strength. Alyssa rocked her hips back and forth in a mockery of sex, whipping her wet hair back and forth and moaning erotically. Brian's cock was fully erect and rubbing against the heat of her womanhood. She was getting off on using his body as a sex toy, without him needing to do anything.

And it felt so good! Alyssa sighed blissfully, grinding her hips into his small little body beneath her. She had always been leery of being on top, but now she didn't care. Brian's boner told her all she needed to know about whether or not he was enjoying this as well. In fact, she hardly even cared whether or not he was. Alyssa was horny, and one way or another, she was going to get hers.

Brian's shock was paralyzing. He couldn't do anything. Alyssa's hot moans, her rippling muscles flexing with every thrust of her hips, the way her strong hands pawed at his chest... It was unreal! It was like she was a whole new person. The Alyssa he knew was loving, but rather passive and afraid to take charge. This new Alyssa promised to fuck his brains out without even asking whether or not he was even up to the challenge.

She undid his tie and tore open his work shirt. Brian's scrawny chest excited her in ways she didn't even imagine before. He looked so weak and helpless against her. It would be so easy to crush his ribs if she pushed down hard enough. She didn't want to hurt him, but for some reason, imagining all the things she could do to him with her strength made her hot. Of course, seeing Brian in agony was the last thing she ever wanted, so she kept it purely imaginative. She had never entertained the idea before. Where did it come from? As if to apologize for harboring such evil thoughts, Alyssa leaned in and lovingly frenched him, moaning deeply into his mouth. He was her weak little man, and she loved him for it.

Brian couldn't fight her even if he wanted to. He had no idea that she was so strong! Or so heavy. She leaned on him, crushing down with surprising weight. It wasn't enough to really hurt him, but the idea was there. Her tongue filled his mouth, battering his like an abusive wife to her pitiful husband. The point was driven home; she was in charge, and he was simply along for the ride. Brian couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear in the back of his mind. She was coming perilously close to raping him. If he wasn't consensual, she probably would just take him anyway. That bothered him more than a little.

Alyssa sensed his discomfort. He simply wasn't used to such an onslaught from her end. To assuage his unease, Alyssa's lips softly graced his chest, working her way down to his belly. She tugged at his belt with her teeth, loosening it and pulling it away without hands. Off came his pants, and then his boxers. Brian may have been short and skinny, but he had a good sized cock. He was by no means hung like a porn star, but he was bigger than average, and that worked just fine for Alyssa. She took him into her mouth and sucked hard.

Brian gasped and winced painfully at Alyssa's oral vacuum. She eased up a little bit, making it feel more pleasant. She rarely ever gave him head to the point where he wondered if Alyssa even knew how. But now, it was like she had been waiting for the right moment to unleash those skills. He couldn't believe how good it felt inside her mouth. His toes curled and he went limp all over except for his penis which was at the hardest it had ever been in his life.

Sucking Brian's cock wasn't as unpleasant as she once thought. It was nothing personal against him, but she once thought the idea of putting a man's penis, the very thing he used to urinate with and the same thing that had entered her vagina on numerous occasions didn't seem very sanitary to her at all. It was hard, save for the slightly spongy head, and filled her mouth nicely. Brian's heavy breathing and fevered moans told her what this was doing to him. On a whim, she picked him up in her arms while still sucking his cock.

Brian yelped in surprise at being whipped up into the air so suddenly only heightened the feeling of helplessness in her arms. Alyssa seemed bound and determined to suck every last drop of cum out of his cock, and he was in no position to tell her otherwise. Not even if he wanted to. In truth, this was the most amazing thing he had ever experienced. She was so damn strong! She was so tall! She was perfect.

Brian came without warning in Alyssa's mouth, and she found herself swallowing it all. His load was massive and filled her mouth with spunk. Alyssa gorged herself on his semen, finding it strangely delicious. She took it to the last drop, and playfully tugged at his flagging penis with her lips, making him fuss uncomfortably in her arms. Satisfied that he was spent, Alyssa powerbombed him back onto the bed and tackled him aggressively before he could recover.

Brian found himself on the receiving end of a deep, passionate kiss that stole the breath from his lungs. She crushed his face and body up against hers and held her liplock for a long time. Brian thought for sure he would asphyxiate, until at the last moment, she tore away from him and pulled him atop her as she changed positions with him. She pushed his head down south, over budding chest, down to her rippling abs, and finally into her hot, musky groin. Alyssa's scent drove him wild. The heat from her sex was like a blast furnace. Without being told twice, Brian dove in.

Alyssa moaned loudly, grinning triumphantly at the same time. Brian had finally found his legs and attacked with some aggression of his own. He certainly knew how to please her. His practiced tongue lapped and flicked at every inch of her pussy, drinking deeply of her juices and her aroma. Her muscular thighs pressured the sided of his face gently as if to deliver the unspoken message 'please me or else'.  Alyssa's clit disappeared into Brian's mouth and he suckled on it deeply, making her lose track of her thoughts, and prompting her to simply lie back and enjoy the ride. She orgasmed in short order, moaning softly and arching her back in wonderful agony.

Alyssa finally collapsed a short time later and allowed Brian up for air. He kissed a trail up her body until he met her lips once more. Alyssa cuddled him gently and kissed him in congratulations, not caring that she tasted her own sex in his mouth. His weight felt so negligible atop her body, but his mouth felt so good atop hers.

When they finally pulled away, Alyssa looked up at her cute little boyfriend and smiled.

“What brought all that on?” he asked, still catching his breath.

“I don't know...” Alyssa replied honestly. “But I liked it. Didn't you?”

“Of course,” he said without hesitation. “But it's so unlike you. I don't think you've ever been so aggressive in bed before.”

“Did I hurt you?” Alyssa asked suddenly in concern. Brian grinned and shook his head.

“No. Not at all.”

“Still, sorry if I was a little rough with you, sweetie,” Alyssa said. “I'll be a little more careful in the future.”

“To be honest...” Brian purred intimately. “I kinda liked it...”

Alyssa looked at him. “You liked it?”

“Yeah,” he blushed sheepishly. Alyssa thought he looked so cute when he blushed. His cheeks turned rosy and his eyes twinkled. “There's something about a strong, sexually aggressive woman that's just... I dunno. Hot.”

“You weren't scared?” Alyssa wondered, remembering how timourous he looked when she had him underneath.

“A little,” he replied. “But somehow, I knew you wouldn't hurt me and I got over it.” He laid his head down on her chest and listened to her heart beat and the rush of the wind inside her lungs. His thin arms cuddled her strong body tightly. “I feel safe with you, 'Lys. I can't really explain it otherwise.”

The simple declaration he made caused Alyssa's heart to flutter. His acknowledgment of her physical superiority and his willingness to seek her protection was strangely romantic like a bouquet of flowers or a diamond ring. Brian didn't have an ounce of macho bullshit in his skinny little body, and Alyssa loved him for it. Her sweet little man...

They cuddled for a while longer until Alyssa thought to spring one more surprise on him.

“Did you want your present early, sweetie?” she purred, stroking his soft hair lazily.

“You mean that incredible blowjob wasn't it?” Brian murmured sleepily. Her warm body and soft skin made it hard for him to keep his eyes open. She was so comfortable.

Alyssa giggled. “No, sweetie. Though I'm glad you liked it. I found something that I think you'll like.”

“A life sized Dalek replica?” Brian inquired.

“No, though I suppose that would've been pretty high on your list, wouldn't it?”

“You didn't have to get me anything, babe,” Brian said, looking up at her lovingly. Alyssa smiled. The cute little smile on his lips was the look she had waited for.

“Of course I did, hon. You're my sweet little guy. Besides, I really think you'll like it. Now let me up and I'll go find it.” Brian reluctantly let her go and Alyssa dashed off into the spare bedroom and threw open the closet. The perfectly wrapped gift was sitting atop the high shelf where she left it, out of view in case he went snooping. There were some incredible benefits to being taller than your boyfriend for sure. As soon as Alyssa's hand touched the box she felt an incredible rush of energy flood in through her. She yelped and pulled back, as if she had just touched a hot stove.

She furrowed her brow, and slowly reached back towards it. Again, scintillating power radiated from the box into her fingertips. The rush. It. It was... orgasmic! She went cross-eyed and bit her lip to prevent from crying out. It was insane! Like every good thing she had ever experienced in her life rolled into one! Her first kiss, her first orgasm, her first bite of tiramisu couldn't compare to the storm churning inside her. She didn't want it to end! Tears streaked down her cheeks at the joy of it all. With tremendous willpower, she snatched the box down from the shelf and staggered drunkenly into the hall. She leaned against the wall, catching her breath. Her chest rose and fell with deep, ragged breaths. She felt like she was holding the power of a nuclear explosion in the small little box in her hands. It wanted to enter her, forcefully if necessary, but it somehow bided it's time. The power was only giving her a taste of what's to come.

She rounded the corner and entered the bedroom once more to see her boyfriend sitting up, waiting for her. He noticed her maddened disheveled state, and wanted to comment, but didn't know what he could say. She plopped down onto the bed next to him, and scooped him up onto her lap. The power seemed to grow in proximity to Brian, almost like it threatened to burst the box open.

“Happy Birthday, sweetie,” she squeaked into his ear, kissing and licking the side of his neck as she set the surprisingly heavy box in his lap. She was barely staving off another orgasm, trembling before the might that Brian now held in his hands. He barely reacted at all to it's power, but he could tell that something wasn't quite right.

“O-open it...” Alyssa commanded with a whisper.

Brian swallowed and capitulated. Alyssa's perfect wrapping job made it easy to pop the tape off of the corner and slide the box free from the paper. With unsteady hands, he opened the flaps and stared inside. Newspaper covered whatever was inside. Brian wasn't sure he wanted to look, but Alyssa prodded him onwards. She was acting so strangely. He reached in timidly and removed the newspaper to reveal...

A golden statuette.

Brian almost laughed. He expected something else entirely. He didn't know what, because Alyssa's trembling and her barely disguised arousal made him second guess every idea that popped into his head. He pulled it out of its cardboard sarcophagus and held it in his hands. God it was heavy! It looked like a bodybuilding trophy, but one of simply exquisite craftsmanship. It felt warm to the touch, almost like it was alive.

It was a statue of a woman with enormous muscles standing taut and ready to explode as if she couldn't contain her own power. Her sumptuous bust jut forth like ripe melons with nipples stiffened with arousal. Her hips were womanly and curvaceous, despite packing enough raw muscle mass to shame even the biggest male bodybuilder in the world. She was beautiful, looking so much like... No. Looking EXACTLY like Alyssa! The resemblance was simply uncanny. The same facial features and everything. 

He turned to look at Alyssa and then back at the statue. Did she have this made? Was this a custom job? It had to be expensive as hell if it was. How could she afford this?

“Do you like it, Brian?” Alyssa purred amorously in his ear, nibbling at his earlobe as she spoke.

“It's beautiful...” he made out. “It must've set you back a couple thousand to have this made.”

“I didn't have it made, sweetie,” Alyssa cooed. “I found it.”

“Found it? Where?” Brian was taken aback by the news and the off-hand manner in which she told him.

“Some junk store downtown. I took one look at it and I thought it was perfect for you,” Alyssa explained. “I know how much you like strong, muscular women, so I put two-and-two together.”

“I do like big, buff girls, especially when they look like you,” Brian admitted.

“What do you mean?” Alyssa questioned.

“Look at it, Alyssa,” Brian turned around in her lap and held up the statuette for her to see. “Don't you see the resemblance? The statue looks just like you. Same hair, same eyes, same nose, same lips, same face. You mean to tell me that you didn't have this made?”

“N-no...” Alyssa uttered, shocked that he would draw such a parallel. The woman of gold in his hands was beautiful beyond mortal reckoning. Alyssa knew she was pretty, but there was no way she would be able to hold a candle to the Amazon's gorgeousness.

“It's simply too big of a coincidence,” Brian sputtered, totally gobsmacked.

“I don't know what to tell you, Brian,” Alyssa droned subconsciously. The golden woman's golden eyes were alive! They stared into her soul as if it sought to communicate with her. 

My strength is yours... a sweet, dulcet voice echoed in her head. Alyssa gasped. A revelation opened her eyes for the first time.

The statue...! Of course.

It was so clear to her now.

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More to come

[cwmoss]

That is just so friggin' sweet. May I strongly encourage you to continue?

[Jeremy Lightning]

Really enjoyed this chapter, Alyssa appears to be both incredibly strong, muscular, and passionate, a feature that I really liked to read in your stories with Val and Suzy, so good to see that kind of thing continued right here and now, hope to see more of Alyssa's continued growth, both muscular wise, and strength wise, but also how it affects her relationship with her beloved Brian. Good start, bro! k+!

[M7]

Very hot!! Ninja, have you ever thought about writing a novel to publish? You're a great writer, or should I say author. I can't imagine you couldn't make at least a little money writing stuff like this. Great job and of course karma.

[NinjaStar]

Back from the dead. Thanks everybody who offered encouragements. Sorry about the long delay, but I've been unable to find a suitable direction to go in until I received some inspirational feedback that helped me figure out what I wanted to do. This chapter is a little shorter than the others, but hey, at least I got off my dead ass and started writing again.
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The Idol was calling to her. Alyssa didn't understand it. It spoke at her in an arcane language. Not more than a few words at a time. They had no real meaning to her, but the message seemed to be clear; this thing was more than a pretty statuette.

The man at the shop seemed to be telling the truth in some fashion. It was certainly magical in nature, was was certainly responsible for granting her power beyond that which she had already possessed. It sensed the connection between her and Brian, and increased its energy as he held it up to her. A powerful bolt of ecstasy assaulted her womanhood, pleasuring her greatly. What else did this thing have in store for her, she wondered? What did it have in store for Brian?

Brian blinked in confusion watching Alyssa seem to hover on the verge of orgasm, as if some force was stimulating her. She squirmed underneath him, rubbing her thighs together and breathing in sharp gasps of pure ecstasy. Her behavior didn't make any sense to him. She hadn't ever been this sex-starved and aggressive before. What was the cause of it?

Alyssa knew however, and she knew she hungered for more.

The idol compelled her to obey. Wordless commands entered her mind, giving her arcane instructions to unlock the power within. Alyssa didn't know what power the idol was talking about, but after already being granted a taste of it, she knew she wanted more. And it seemed Brian was the key to unlocking it, unwitting as he was.

Brian... he heard a voice say. Brian looked around, then at Alyssa. Her eyes had rolled back into her head, and she breathed in arousal.

“Who--”

Brian... the voice called again, insistent on securing his attention. The voice seemed to be coming from the idol in his hands! Turn me, it commanded. Look me in the eye...

Brian did so despite himself. He rolled the golden idol over a quarter turn to the left to look at it's beautiful, uncanny facsimile of Alyssa's face. The statuette's eyes seemed to glow with mystical power. He felt a power unlike any other he had ever experience flood into his mind. He wanted to shut his eyes and stop it, but he couldn't. He was powerless beneath the might of the golden woman.

Mate... the voice commanded.

“W-what?” Brian sputtered, failing to comprehend the command.

Mate...! the voice repeated, more insistently this time.

“Mate with me...” Alyssa breathed in his ear, picking up on the idol's meaning. She wrapped her arms around his body tightly. She touched him all over, her very fingertips electrifying his skin where it roamed. Her voice, her warmth, her scent, her touch, all of it was a heady elixir that dispelled his concern with what was going on. Alyssa's lips graced his neck concordantly with her strong, but gentle hands caressing his flesh.

Brian stopped caring, and let go of the idol. It thudded heavily on the floor. Despite the severance of contact, the powerful might of the entity within still commanded the couple, inflaming their passions for one another higher than any aphrodisiac ever could. He turned around, straddling Alyssa's lap and engaged her in a deeply passionate kiss.

Alyssa moaned softly, finally feeling the sexual gratification she had longed for. Despite orally pleasing one another not five minutes ago, Brian and Alyssa came together with desire, sloppily dueling with tongues and rubbing and caressing each other. Alyssa's hard body stood as an exclamation point of her strength. Brian had always loved how powerful she was. Her star athlete's body had steadily transformed over the years into that of a true Amazon. Brian loved her height, loved how he had to lean upwards to kiss her, loved how her long, smoothly muscled legs could coil around him like a boa constrictor and leave him helpless. He loved how everyone would stare whenever the two went out, wondering how a little shrimpy guy like him could ever land such a gorgeous girlfriend like her.

Alyssa, for her part, was always self-conscious. Being so tall and muscular left her, ironically, with very low self esteem. Boys were afraid of her all throughout her childhood and teenage years for being so tall and strong, and girls excluded her from their social groups and talked badly about her behind her back. She was so alone. And then she met Brian.

He was an outcast like her, but for different reasons. He rejected society's notions and formed his own, unique opinions on life and everybody hated it. Brian didn't give a fuck what anyone thought and rejected them all before they could reject him. He walked with his head held high, despite every indication to the opposite that he shouldn't.

He was physically unimpressive, wore glasses, didn't like to shave or bother with his appearance much.  He was fiercely intelligent, and although didn't speak much, wore his heart on his sleeve when asked, regardless if his answer would be popular. When he had approached her and treated her with respect, Alyssa had instantly fallen in love with him, even if she didn't know it yet. She had regarded him with suspicion at first, as no boy her age ever expressed interest in her before, but his honesty had won her over. She danced with him that night at the party seven years ago despite every fiber of her being pleading with her not to do it and it was wonderful.

Not long after that, they had sex for the first time for the both of them. It was an awkward, blushing affair, absolutely terrifying at first, but after they got comfortable, it was the best feeling in the world. It felt right. Alyssa didn't have a better word to describe it.

And that's how it felt now, with her small, cute little boyfriend sitting on her lap, facing her, kissing her like he was never going to see her again. Right. Divine. Perfect. Amazing. Despite Brian's perceived physical shortcomings, Alyssa found him incredibly attractive. It was an upset of the traditional power scale, with her being the larger and stronger of the two. Brian's exuberance and zest for her physical prowess made her feel special, sexy even. His lithe form, his shortness, never mattered much to her on the surface, but deep down, she liked it. She liked being stronger than him as much as he liked how much stronger she was than him. It was a dirty thought, Alyssa always chided herself. Girls aren't supposed to be stronger than boys. It was the natural order of things. You shouldn't enjoy being able to bench press fifty pounds more than your boyfriend's own body weight. You shouldn't like having arms that are bigger than his are.

But, for reasons Alyssa couldn't explain, all of those flashes of self doubt washed away with Brian's lips upon hers at that moment.

Alyssa liked how small and weak he was. He had no real muscles to speak of beyond what was necessary to move. She liked how light he felt in her lap. She liked the feeling of his erection growing against her belly... and growing. And growing. And growing! Jesus!

She pulled away from his kiss, prompting Brian to lean forward to continue.

“Brian,” Alyssa called out, trying to snag his attention. His lips met hers once more with a huff of furious passion. His tongue entered her mouth and whipped around violently. Alyssa squeal was muffled, but she managed to wrench him away with her superior strength and hold him at length so she could get a better look between his legs. Brian fussed and attempted to reattach himself to her mouth, tears of frustration rolling down his reddened face.

“Alyssa...” Brian implored. “Kiss me... please!”

“Hold on,” Alyssa said patiently, shaking him somewhat violently when he wouldn't listen. “Hold on, I said! Brian, look!” Brian shook whatever frenzy had overcome him at that moment. Alyssa called his now sober attention down to his erect penis, standing at full mast, easily twice the size it was before! His manhood rested against her belly, the tip nearly touching the bottom of his sternum. Brian had packed a respectable six, maybe even six-and-a-half inches before. Now, his cock was easily twelve, maybe even thirteen, or even fourteen inches long! And thick, too! It looked like a battering ram from the Middle Ages. Thick, fat veins criss-crossed his penis all over, pumping blood into his monstrosity of a cock. Alyssa could only stare wide eyed in disbelief at the burgeoning manhood throbbing against her belly. She had never seen a penis so large before.

Brian shook the strange lust from his head to regard Alyssa's point of interest. Looking down at his own manhood, Brian's eyes went wide. Holy fucking shit!

“My god!” he exclaimed, unable to formulate more of a thought. It throbbed, desiring to be touched. Brian tentatively curled his fingers around his enormous manhood, breathing a sigh of relief at the sensation. The shaft was nearly wrist thick and very hard. The head however... Brian hissed and curled his toes the second his fingers ever so gently brushed the head of his dick. It took all of his willpower to prevent spraying his cum all over Alyssa's chest and face. It was the size of a small orange and so sensitive...

“Brian...” Alyssa breathed harder and harder watching him experiment with his penis. Her own clitoris hardened with arousal, though it's own magnificence paled in comparison with his manhood. “Brian, I don't know if I can take this cock, but I want to,” she growled. “I want to!”

Without warning, Alyssa picked him up and slammed him onto the bed. Brian bounced and had no time to recover Alyssa wrapped her plump, kissable lips around the head of his penis and sucked. Brian cried out at the sensation. It felt agonizing and so good at the same time.

“Fuck!” Brian whispered, unable to find the breath to speak fully.

“Ooh, did that feel good?” Alyssa teased.

“I don't know...” Brian intoned, unable to think much. He was trying not to cum, trying desperately not to cum, but Alyssa pushed him further. Her tongue lashed out and raked the underside of his penis from stem to tip, slowly, agonizingly. Brian screamed out, not caring how loudly he did so. Alyssa liked the effect she had on him. She had always wondered why it wasn't manly for men to be loud during sex. Women liked to know they were doing well, just like guys did. It looked like Brian was no longer able to restrain himself. Alyssa smiled wickedly.

Perfect, she thought.

“Mmm, how was that, sweetie?” she purred. Brian's chest heaved up and down, and he covered his face with his hands. His toes were curling, grabbing the sheets on the bed and not letting go. She kissed his penis, massaging the very tip with her lips. “I said, how was that?”

“Good! Good! Fucking good!” Brian capitulated as if being tortured, which, she admitted, he was. It was fun seeing him in such sexual agony. He wanted to explode and cover her with semen, but didn't. He was trying not to cum with every fiber of his being, and she was trying to make him cum. It was his own fault, really.

“I wanna see if I could fit this thing down my throat. Do you think I can?” Alyssa teased further. It was doubtful she could even get halfway, but she was damned if she didn't want to try.

“Alyssa...” Brian pleaded. She ignored him, she pressed her small breasts up against his shaft and wrapped her arms around hit, the head of his manhood jutting towards her mouth like an ice-cream cone. Precum dribbled out in a slow trickle like water from a broken faucet. Alyssa lapped it up, and then stuck his cock into her mouth as best she could. It was simply too big. Unless she could unhinge her jaw, it just wasn't going to go down her throat, she realized to her disappointment. At least the head of his cock could fit.

Alyssa sucked on it, pressing her tongue on the sensitive underside and massaged it with her lips. Brian whimpered and shuddered, turning red with the strain of maintaining his composure. Alyssa found it delicious, as was his cock. She hungered for it. It was a bizarre inexplicable hankering, but she couldn't deny her lust for his huge penis. Alyssa dropped him from her mouth and kissed a trail on the underside of his manhood down to his balls. Brian's balls were heavy with seed, she found taking them into her hands. His testicles didn't grow much, at least not as dramatically as his penis did, but they looked and felt full of cum. Alyssa found herself determined to drain every last drop of it, either orally, or the old fashioned way. The idol had commanded her, and she was meant to obey.

His cock fell like a chopped tree onto her face, landing with a heavy, dull thud of meat on skull. It was surprisingly heavy and solid. She kissed and massaged his balls, making him squirm before ascending the grand tower of his cock to the head again. Alyssa took the large spongy helmet into her mouth once more and sucked while stroking the shaft with both hands. She added her own aroused moans to the heavy breathing and fussing Brian uttered while she fellated and jerked him off.

“Alyssa...” Brian whispered, grasping at the sheets. Sounds of heavy suction and saliva grew louder as Alyssa's tempo increased. Faster and faster she orally and manually pleased her sexy little man, taking him to the brink of oblivion.

Brian breathed heavier and faster, nearly hyperventilating. His voice was locked into his throat, but his mouth opened wide all the same. Brian screamed silently while tears of agonized bliss streamed down his crimson cheeks. Brian's body flexed and spasmed uncontrollably. He arched his back and exploded into Alyssa's mouth.

Exploded is the perfect word, because a tsunami of cum forced it's way into her mouth and down her throat. Brian came and came and came, thick ropes of pearly white semen buffeting the back of her throat until her mouth was full. Curiously, Alyssa didn't gag. She simply swallowed and took it all. Brian had so much cum to give. It tasted amazing, like a drug and a food at the same time. Alyssa was addicted to it. Finally, the last of it shot into her mouth and she took her last swallow of his delicious seed. Alyssa breathed hard, taking greedy gulps of air. Brian came so much, she found it hard to take a breath inbetween massive swallows of his cum. Her belly felt full and the sweet taste lingered on her lips. She licked her lips, taking the last bit of his load.

Brian's mighty cock deflated at last, going limp at last against his thigh. Even soft it was bigger than most men's erections. She crawled on all fours up his smaller body, settling her nude wetness on his belly. Brian sobbed into his hands uncontrollably, filling Alyssa with concern.

“Baby, are you okay?” she demanded, laying next to him. She didn't think that she had hurt him. The very idea that she could made her sick. “Sweetie?”

Brian took his hands away from his face and wiped his tears away. He smiled at her, despite the redness  and swollen eyes.

“I'm okay,” Brian made out between sobs.

“Are you sure?” Alyssa pressed, wanting to be absolutely certain.

“Yes,” Brian affirmed confidently, despite his pitiful little sniffle.

“Why are you crying?” Alyssa cooed softly, stroking his burning cheek.

“I can't help it,” Brian replied, laughing self-consciously.

“Did I hurt you?” Alyssa asked him, wiping a few near tears away.

“No! No! Not at all,” Brian said enthusiastically, finally calming down. “It was just so good! It was the single most intense orgasm I've ever had! I didn't have any real choice but crying. I'm sorry for that by the way.”

Alyssa instantly felt relief. She kissed him softly. “Don't be. You just had me worried, is all.”

Brian laughed. “I guess I have a tendency to do that a lot.”

Alyssa smiled, running her fingers through his hair affectionately. “Yes, you do.”

She looked at him, his handsome face, his thick shock of hair, his blue-grey eyes, his easy smile... Alyssa found the powerful lust had returned, this time, with a vengeance. Brian, despite having just ejaculated enough semen to impregnate several women, found himself aching for more. Alyssa loomed over him like a goddess. Her eyes blazed with an amorous fire for him, her plump, juicy lips so ripe for kissing.

He reached out and touched her budding muscles. Alyssa's tanned skin was smooth and warm with life. The hard muscle beneath resisted his best efforts to squeeze down. She was like living steel. Brian had long fantasized about being with a muscular woman, and after being with one, he couldn't be happier. He liked her natural body better than a female bodybuilder's because she had retained her feminine beauty without using drugs. She was model gorgeous with beautiful skin and a musical voice. Still, it was a tantalizing prospect at imagining her getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger... getting so big and muscular that no man in the world could hope to compare to her. But that was just fantasy, that couldn't happen for real, could it?

Brian ultimately didn't care. Alyssa was sexy enough with her figure model's body. Or was that physique? She seemed thicker all around to him now that he was up close and personal with her. Her progress was astounding. If eighteen year old Brian could see what Alyssa looked like seven years on, he would have married her on the spot. Her abs were chiseled and thick. Her legs were shapely and strong. Her arms... Alyssa smiled and flexed her bicep for him, urging him to touch it.

The good sized mound of muscle sprung up... and seemed to be growing.

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Finally the growth begins in earnest. Just be a little bit more patient with me.

[Ardanian]

First    Second    Third,    Ninja that was amazing.  So well written, intense, epic.  Lost for words.  Keep this going my friend you are truly awesome.  I'd love to give some feedback or constructive ideas but I got nothing.  I honestly can't think of anything to add other than I can't wait for Alyssa to Grow.

[NinjaStar]

Don't Talk About It
BY NinjaStar


My phone buzzed one evening. Strange. It was almost 9:30. I reached over and picked it up. I saw that it was Suzy, my girlfriend Valentina's best friend, and my, well, friend friend. What the hell could she want, I wondered idly. Likely something debauched.

I thumbed the password on the lockscreen and then the toolbar to access my messages.

“r u doing anything 2nite skinny” was Suzy's badly typed question, though I used that term loosely for any sentence lacking a quotation mark.

“Im sorry are you asking or telling me?” I fired back, smirking. My phone buzzed once more.

“can the shit jackass u no wat I mean” Suzy snapped back.

“No, I don't suppose I am”

“can u get away or r u n vally n flagrante delicto”

“Not yet anyway. You know you are welcome to join in Suzy. You don't need permission”

“no no not wat I mean lissen ima park down da blok n about halfnhour cum meet me dere”

“Why?”

“just do it!!!” Suzy snapped via text. “n dun let vally no”

dun let vally no I read the last line over. What for? Damn, the psycho had me curious. I was already tempted to bust Suzy's big surprise, whatever it is, by telling Valentina just to piss her off, but I had to admit, this was highly unusual for the big lug. She wasn't much of a thinker, and her attempt at subterfuge was intriguing to say the least. I guess I was in. The next challenge was to try and get by Valentina.

Speaking of the devil, the gorgeous redhead herself came fluttering down the stairs with footfalls lighter than her bulk suggested. She was massive. My girlfriend was a hardcore bodybuilder.  She was wearing a lounging outfit consisting of a torn up wifebeater that had been hastily converted into a bra and a teeny-tiny little g-string that strained against her womanhood. Every inch of her was bulging with rock hard sinew. The only soft part I could think of was her heavenly lips, which pulled back into a ravishing smile when she saw me on the couch. It broke my heart to tell her that I wasn't going to be able to snuggle tonight. I didn't like lying in general, but lying to her might just be an actual sin. Val padded over to me from across the kitchen into the conjoined living room.

I stood up. “Uh, I'm going to have to take a raincheck on the snuggling tonight, babe,” I said unenthusiastically. Valentina instantly looked crestfallen. Her sky blue eyes lost a little of that light.

“What do you mean?” she asked, almost heartbroken. Fuck, she wasn't making this easy for me. Twist the knife a little more, Valentina.

“Y'know Dan, right?” I began, instantly thinking of a lie that was plausible. My friend Dan Doyle's recent domestic dispute with the mother of his son came to mind.

“That guy you know from that band?” she asked, referring to the band Dan played rhythm guitar for, Before the Fire. They were a metalcore band that played the local circuit. They recently did an interview with the local paper, which was hilarious for me to read. They painted themselves as great friends, which wasn't true. If anything, they were on the verge of breaking up constantly.

“Yeah, yeah. Remember how I told you about all that trouble he was having with his ex, y'know, the psycho bitch?” While it was true that my friend Dan had a domestic dispute with his baby's momma, that issue had long since been resolved. I was banking on Valentina not knowing that. She didn't keep tabs on all of my friends, and she and Dan weren't close.

“I thought you told me that was all done with?” Valentina replied. Dammit. Evasive maneuvers!

“Uh, yeah, yeah. We all thought so, but y'know how it is, more baby-mama drama. He needs my help, and since he's my friend, I'm not going to leave him twisting in the wind.”

Valentina smiled sadly and strode over to me before closing her arms around my neck. She kissed me, almost like she was never going to see me again. Maybe she was just trying to convince me to stay. It was working, if that were the case. She was so sweet tasting, and the heat from her body, the smell of her perfume, the softness of her skin and the hardness of her muscles was working against me. Val's tongue split my lips and began wrestling with my tongue. Before I could savor it too much, she split from me, cupping my face.

“That's what I love you,” she purred, “you're a good man.” I winced. Way to twist that damned knife, babe.

“Um, well, y'know...” I muttered aimlessly.

“Go. I'll be fine,” Valentina said, somewhat sadly. She tried to smile her way through it, but she was disappointed. Still, she wasn't probing too deeply. Her trust in me made me feel a little sick.

“I won't be gone long, I don't think,” I said, trying to be reassuring. She laughed softly.

“Don't worry about it, you're helping a friend. I wouldn't think to come between that.” She kissed me with much of the same passion as before. I melted. Once more, she closed the connection before I could get too into it. “Just don't forget me,” she murmured teasingly.

“I wouldn't dream of it, babe,” I replied.

“I know,” Valentina said with a grin and a pat on the cheek. She reclined on the couch and began flipping through the channels.

“I'm gonna go change. Dan said he'll be here in twenty minutes or so to pick me up.”

“Okay,” Val replied, giving me another smile. My heart bled like a stuck pig at the sight of it. She was so beautiful, so radiant. I didn't deserve her, I thought. Not after this. Whatever Suzy had planned, she owed me, big time, I decided.

I ran upstairs and put on some clothes, just a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. I wasn't going to the opera. I washed my face real quick, but couldn't look at myself in the mirror. I would've saw the face of a liar looking back at me. I didn't know what I had agreed to be part and parcel to, but I sure as hell hated myself for it. Valentina was so trusting...

Wait, hold the damn phone! Why was I acting like I was going to cheat on her? I wasn't, as far as I knew. Suzy wouldn't allow me to hurt Valentina, because she's turn me into paste even if I wanted to! It couldn't be anything too bad, right? Maybe we were going to plan a surprise for Valentina?

My phone buzzed.

“in posishun were da fuk r u skinny” Suzy texted.

“Coming. Keep your damn shirt on woman. You better have a damn good reason for taking me away on such short notice”

“ya ya git ur bunz down here and dun tell vally im here”

“Don't worry. I have a cover story”

“k hurry up”

And with that, I pocketed my phone and wallet, and headed downstairs. I looked at Valentina, reclining on the couch in boredom. I could be there, snuggling up against her, but instead I was going to aid Suzy in robbing a bank or something else as nefarious. I made my way over to Valentina, catching her attention.

“I'm off, then,” I said, trying to will myself to leave despite the vision of beauty laying before me.

“Well, have fun--”  She started, but I interrupted her with one last kiss of raw passion. Valentina squeaked in surprise, but then moaned softly and allowed me to baste her tongue with my own. I popped away with a loud snap of suction regretfully. Valentina licked her lips, savoring the lingering taste. I had turned her on. I saw the familiar lustful deviousness take over her beautiful features.

“I love you,” I said in an intimate whisper, meaning every word.

“Mmm,” Valentina hummed, running her strong hand through my hair. “I love you, sweetie.” This was not going to be easy. We stayed like that for a long beat, looking into each others eyes, drinking in our essences. I composed myself reluctantly and stood up.

“I'll be back,” I intoned in a mediocre impression of The Terminator, hoping to joke my way out. She giggled sweetly. The sound was like music. How I didn't want to leave...
 
“'Kay. I'll miss you,” she purred, eying me up and down, a sexy smile spreading across her features told me all I need to know about what she was thinking. Fucking Suzy owed me big time. I turned to leave, looking back at the goddess reclining on the couch. She watched me go with desire burning in her eyes.  I regretfully blew her a kiss and walked out into the cool night air.

The sun was beginning to set, and the forest surrounding my house was alive with the sounds of bugs and frogs looking to fuck. A few birds called their mates to come back to the nest as well. Even the fucking animals were getting some tonight, but I wasn't. I hated Suzy for that. I walked down the driveway out into the street and began jogging down the block. Around the bend, Suzy's black car sat parked like a sleek black predator. It was smart of her to wait a ways down the street. The telltale roar of the engine would've given her away instantly. I jogged up to the car and Suzy opened the door for me.

The huge woman at the wheel, the nefarious Suzy, was wearing a big tracksuit, in black of course, and wrestling boots. I found odd that she decided to dress down for the occasion. Usually, she was all about leather and showing as much skin as possible, but I guess not tonight. Suzy spent a fortune on clothes. She had to. Finding something that fit her bulk off the rack was impossible. Pretty much everything she owned had to be custom tailored in order to even remotely fit.

As soon as I got in, she attacked. She yanked me over to her, looking to kiss me but I resisted the best I could.

“No,” I protested, leaning away. I couldn't hope to fight her strength, but I tried my damnedest. She looked at me like I was insane, which was rich, coming from her.

“The hell's the matter with you, Skinny?” Suzy griped.

“You don't get any until you fess the fuck up. What is this about? Why do I need to come? Why am I sitting here talking to you and not getting my brains fucked out by that incredibly hot redhead that I'm so ridiculously lucky to call my girlfriend?”

“Because I need your help, Skinny, that's why,” Suzy began.

“And why should I?”

“Because I didn't want to ask Ags or Vally because I know what they'd say.”

“Which is?”

“'No.' They wouldn't approve of what I'm about to do and they'd try to get me to not go through with it,” Suzy replied.

“I'm not even sure I approve, and I don't even know what the flying fuck you're even fucking talking about! THE POINT! GET! THE FUCK! TO IT!” I shouted. Suzy looked at me bug eyed. She wasn't used to me being so angry. In fact, I wasn't used to being so angry. I had a good life. I had no reason to get so mad, but Suzy was seriously pissing me off with all this vagueness. The big woman looked like a child being scolded by her parent.

“Alright, alright already. Jesus. Check your blood pressure, Skinny. I'm gonna fight tonight, and I need you in my corner.”

“What?” I asked, blinking in shock.

“You heard me.”

“You're fighting?”

“Yep.”

“Fighting who?”

“Dunno. We'll find out when we get there,” Suzy shrugged.

“Where's 'there'?” I asked.

“In the Arena district,” Suzy said, firing up her car. “I'll explain on the way.”

I buckled up, and though I'm not a believer, I muttered a prayer that we'd arrive in one piece. Suzy was a goddamned maniac when it came to driving. She drove her own speed, and this Italian beast she was piloting went really fucking fast.

“So, explain,” I demanded once we were underway.

Suzy sighed. “There's an underground fighting ring held every week near the Arena. I got wind of it and wanted to check it out.”

“Oh, great. Now I'm an accessory to murder,” I moaned, palming my face.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Skinny,” Suzy grinned wickedly, “but you aren't going to be an accessory to anything. You're my arm candy.”

“Why the fuck do you need me again?” I asked, idly wondering what my chances of survival were if I bailed out of the car while Suzy was doing one-hundred down the freeway.

“You don't want to see me kick some ass?” Suzy asked, incredulously arching an eyebrow.

“Not particularly,” I answered unenthusiastically.

“Well, that's a fine kettle of fish,” Suzy huffed. “I'd SO have your back if you decided to participate in an illegal underground fighting competition.”

“Oh, my god, are you seriously trying to guilt me into this? Seriously?! This is what the big secret is? This is what all the tip-toeing and lying to Valentina was for? For fuck's sake Suzy...” I groaned.

“Are you going to make me beg? Fine. Please, Skinny. Please. I need you,” Suzy said pleadingly. I looked at her like she was insane. Her face looked sincere and her eyes searched mine. She wasn't joking. She really wanted me to support her. I wasn't happy about it, but my heart softened a little. Suzy knew she was going to be alone at the tournament, and she couldn't rely on Valentina or Agnetha, or even Annie to have her back. They wouldn't condone it and would probably alert the authorities to shut the whole thing down.

“Grr,” I growled in annoyance. The things I do for love. “Okay, fine.”

“Yay!” Suzy squealed happily, which was totally out of character for her. “Thanks, Skinny! I mean it!”

“However, you owe me big time,” I said, interrupting her small victory.

“Sure, anything. You don't know how much this means to me,” she said, gently squeezing my leg.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked, fully curious. What was her stake in this, I wondered? What could she possible want with an underground fighting circuit?

“Well, if I do well in this, I'll get $100,000, cash,” Suzy replied.

“Is that all? I thought you had money?” I asked, shocked at the idea that Suzy was fighting for money. She was rich, I thought. All those sugar-daddies paying top dollar to be used as a footstool and all, not to mention the cash she made at the club.

“Yeah, well, money is money, innit? I'll split it with you,” Suzy said hastily. There was more to it than that. Something was bothering her.

“Bullshit Suzy. That's not it. There's something else to this,” I pressed.

“No joke. Fifty thou is yours.”

“No, not that. Something's up. Something personal.”

“Nope. Just thinking that an extra fifty grand would be pretty fucking sweet. Y'know most people would be happy to get an extra five stacks, but I guess not you, eh?” Suzy said, trying to deflect. I knew her too well to buy her bullshit. She was being evasive for a reason. I had to find out what.

“Oh, sure, and what would Valentina say if I came home with an extra fifty large? Wouldn't that render all this secrecy moot?” I asked.

“You do it on the down-low, dummy. Funnel it into the bank slowly. Buy her something nice with it. She'll love you for it.”

“But that still doesn't answer my question: why?”

“I got my reasons, Skinny. Leave it at that,” Suzy said with finality. Her hands clutched the steering wheel, causing the leather to creak ominously. Sure enough, someone was looking to get hurt. Suzy was looking for retribution. Maybe an ex boyfriend? I'd find out sure enough.

“Alright, fine. Keep your secrets then. I don't care,” I said, surreptitiously ending the conversation. Suzy clenched her teeth, making the muscles of her jaw flex beneath her skin. She wanted to tell me, but was trying not to. I knew her well. I did my best to look annoyed and sullen. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Suzy glance my way furtively.

“Listen...” she began after a long silence, trying to find the words.

“Oh, I'm sorry, did you say something?” I peevishly replied. Suzy glared at me, but said nothing.

“I want to tell you, and I will. Just... not now,” Suzy murmured.

“Why the fuck not? Seems like it would be useful to know why you're dragging me along to this,” I said.

“Because it's fucking personal, that's why!” Suzy shouted. I looked at her. She looked perturbed indeed. Maybe I was right, ex-boyfriend or someone like that she was looking to pound on. I didn't want to ask her outright. That would make her clam up. Still, her admission thus far had been rather shocking.

“Personal how?” I asked, trying to prod her in the right direction.

“Personal,” she repeated, voice like iron. “I'm going to leave it at that. You'll find out, but for now, just know that I'm not in this for the money. Hell, you can have all one-hundred grand for all I give a fuck. This is for me.”

“Then why do you need me?” I asked, not annoyed, but just trying to piece this together. How did I fit into all this? What was she planning?

“I wasn't lying when I said I needed you, Skinny. I do. I need you for support,” Suzy replied, still not telling me everything. She was almost pleading. “But for right now, I need to you to trust me. This will make sense to you later.”

I sighed, trying to take all this in. Suzy was my friend, for better or for worse. She clearly needed me, even if she didn't want to say why. What kind of friend would I be if I said no? For all her faults, for how she annoyed me, I still loved Suzy. I chuckled at the coincidence. That was what I said, more or less, to Valentina earlier; helping out a friend. I guess I wasn't totally lying to her after all. I still felt ill at ease about just what exactly I was getting into, but at least it wasn't something too horrible. At least, as far as I knew.

“Alright, fine,” I said, causing Suzy to brighten up considerably.

“Thanks, Skinny. I mean it,” Suzy said honestly.

“We'll play it your way for now. But I don't like being left out of the loop. As soon as you're ready to tell me, I want to know.”

“You will. I promise. I'm not doing this to hurt you. I would never. I... I love you, Skinny. I mean it,” Suzy said quietly, but earnestly. She had a real problem saying those three words. She never told me much about her past, but I'm guessing she never heard them much before Val and I came into the picture.

“And I love you. You know that,” I said. Suzy smiled.

“Yeah, I know,” she whispered, nodding slightly. I reached out and touched her hand. She opened her large mitt and swallowed mine up with her fingers. Suzy preferred unspoken displays of affection to the big grandiose declarations of love that everyone else used. She really did have meat hooks for hands. I guess they were still feminine, but they were like bunches of bananas, not at all like the deceptively dainty hands Valentina had. If she was planning on punching some poor bastard with these hands, they better have some damn good insurance. Life insurance. She gave my hands a gentle squeeze. Hers were quite soft still, despite their size. Her nails were painted black, and less lethally manicured than usual. I guess she didn't want to break any nails while she broke some heads.

We drove the rest of the way in silence, holding hands. Whatever was to come, I had given my pledge to allegiance to the Mountain That Drives sitting next to me. I only hoped that wasn't a mistake.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Oooo, this sounds like a very interesting start, I can't wait to see Suzy in action and what this will eventually lead to! k+!

[Japagreipe]

Intriguing. Really got me curious about how huge these girls really were? Looking forward to more. K+

[nyfiken]

 

looking forward for more:)

[NinjaStar]

A/N: Thanks everybody. Sorry for the slow update.

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The Arena district of town was technically also the University district. It was often called the Arena district because nearly all of the attention anyone in town who came down this way was centered on just that; the Arena. The city where we all lived, well, Valentina and I lived near the city, whereas Suzy lived downtown, wasn't large enough to host a real big league team, but we did have a college football team; the manly pads and steroids kind, not the femmy hot pants and kneesocks kind. I didn't pay much attention to sports at all, but I supposed the team we had was pretty good or at least had a rabid enough fanbase. None of it interested me in the least, but the entire city seemed to shut down whenever they played a game at the Ashland Dome.

But that wasn't why we were here.

Suzy parked her car in a lot across the street of the Dome. Seemed like a conspicuous location to me, but hell, what do I know? I don't own a $250,000 sports car. I guess it would be even more conspicuous to park directly at the Arena, but still. To her credit, she did lock the doors and click the alarm on, so I suppose that's something. At least we'll have fair warning that some crackhead busted the window out looking for change and fled the area. The mental picture of Suzy chasing a vandal whilst swearing colorfully and shaking her fist made me smile at least.

As I got out, I looked around. Night had settled, and the traffic around the Dome was pretty slow. The season hadn't begun yet Suzy emerged from the car a beat or two after I did, looming over the room of her Italian beast and me by several inches pulling a bag out of the back seat. She looked immense as usual. As I said earlier, Suzy's motto was 'less is more' when it came to dressing. To see her so covered up was partially amusing and somewhat shocking. No matter what, Suzy was always eager, no, desperate to show off the goods. Something about asserting her dominance, or some such alpha territorial pissing behavior. I don't know. I'm no psychologist.

That said, her track suit looked like it was ready to burst. Suzy's shoulders were impossibly broad, so much so, she could blot out the sun if she stood in front of you. The swishy fabric could do nothing to hide the mighty contours of her arms and legs. Her chest jut out in front, her pecs like tremendous boulders and about as hard. At 6'4”, Suzy towered over most men, utterly dwarfing me by most of a foot. She was fond of wearing heels, routinely four to six inch stilettos, to further augment her height. But I guess hooker heels might not be smart to fight in. Suzy's hair was cut short and asymmetrically, with her bangs tapering to a point down the right side of her jaw. The back and sides of her scalp was shaved to a fine dark stubble. She sometimes opted to carve designs into her hair, but usually kept it at a millimeter long at the most. Some people don't like weird haircuts like that, but I do. It makes her standout, makes her unique, not like a hugely muscled giantess like Suzy blends easily into the background or like she'd want to. She craved attention, like most Amazons. Her look was very carefully doctored to be attention grabbing.

She slung a bag over her her shoulder and looked to me. “Ready?” she asked.

“Are you?” I replied in concern. This was put up or shut up time. If she was bound and determined to find the answers to what ever questions boggled her mind, bitching out now would do her no good.

Suzy nodded resolutely. “Yes,” she said, no uncertainty, no reluctance. Just pure confidence. I gave her a smile, which she returned. Even dressed like it was laundry day, Suzy was utterly gorgeous. She had a model beautiful face, with a strong bone structure, smoky almond shaped eyes that glittered like black diamonds, plush, gorgeous lips ripe for kissing, and a sexy tan. Add all that together with outrageous muscle mass and strength and her supreme confidence, and I'll show you one hell of a woman.

Suzy led me on, insisting that I wrap an arm around her slender waist while she draped an arm across my shoulders. It felt like a log had been dropped on my neck, but the inviting warmth of her body made  the sudden shock of so much muscle foist upon me melt away. We crossed the street and walked in silence across the Ashland Dome's parking lot up to a rear entrance meant for Arena staff. A man was smoking a cigarette near the employee entrances. He had noticed us from a distance and was watching us approach, kicking off of the wall he was leaning on and squaring his shoulders at our approach. He was trying to be as nonchalant as possible, but I could tell that he was keeping his guard up. You never know when a cop might drop by looking to bust up tonight's operation, I thought. My nerves were rising, and Suzy could feel it. Her gentle squeeze reassured me somewhat, but I didn't like the look of this guy one bit.

“That's the doorman,” Suzy leaned down to whisper as we neared the man and his bad habit. I could smell him from here. “Let me handle him. Follow my lead.”

“Gotcha. What's our angle?” I whispered.

“I'm here to fight, dummy,” Suzy shot back, looking at me askance.

I clucked my tongue in annoyance and said, “No shit? You don't say? Hell, I thought we were here to play dominoes.”

“Hardy-fucking-har, Skinny.”

“I meant what am I supposed to say, genius? I'm not here to fight.”

“That much is evident, Skinny," Suzy stated smugly. "You can barely handle the weight of my arm on your shoulder much less bust someone's grape.”

“I'm not hearing any suggestions,” I said in a sing-song voice.

“I'm thinking! I'm thinking!” Suzy snapped.

“Ooh, don't strain yourself. Don't want to get tired before your big-- OUCH! Motherffff--” I yelped mid-snark as Suzy drove her big Frankenstein foot onto mine. She wore a women's size fifteen shoe. Clodhoppers like that could so some serious damage. And speaking of hopping, that's what I did. I grabbed my throbbing foot and bounced around, spewing expletives like a lawn sprinkler. Suzy elbowed me in the ribs to get me to stop acting a fool. I was about to call her several colorful names when I realized ol' Marlboro Man was looking at us. I tried and failed to regain my composure. My foot hurt like a son of a bitch.

“So, what the fuck you folks want?” he asked in a voice like sandpaper, eying Suzy up and down more than me. “Nice night for a walk, 'r sumpin'?” He threw his spent butt onto the ground and stomped it out before reaching for another. He flicked open a Zippo and lit up to take a long drag. Blue smoke belched from his tobacco-smelling mouth, forming a wreathe around his head. He looked like every Hollywood shady-criminal-type character actor rolled into one.

“Ding dong! Avon Calling!” I said. “Would you be interested in our line of perfumes, toilet waters, powder and rouge compacts, and/or lipsticks? It looks like you could stand a good exfoliation treatment or seven.” Marlboro Man rolled the burning dogend in his mouth, but otherwise made no expression.

“Skinny!” Suzy whispered harshly, cuffing my shoulder. It felt like she scraped a lump of tissue off my bones with the force of the blow. I took the hint and shut up, but great googly-moogly that stung! It felt like a bear had just mauled my shoulder. She let out a nervous chuckle and addressed Marlboro Man once more. “What my very, very stupid colleague meant to say was, we're here for the, uh, entertainment this evening.”

Marlboro Man grunted. “'Zat so? You got da buy-in, dere, She-Hulk?”

“'Course,” Suzy replied, unslinging her bag from behind her back to open it up. Marlboro Man not so subtly moved his hand into the lump in his pocket that was undoubtedly a .38 snub-nose or some other compact pocket pistol. I tensed up, fearing he was going to pull it and start shooting. Had I known he was packing, I might've reconsidered calling him ugly. Suzy calmly pulled out a bundle of dollars, equal to what I estimated was a few grand at least, and went over to place it in Marlboro Man's hand. It was hilarious to see how much bigger Suzy was than him. He barely came to her chin, and she could've swallowed him whole.

Marlboro Man looked at the roll in his hand, then up at Suzy's utterly calm face.

“It's all there,” Suzy said, voice low. “Count it. But if you try to skin that piece on me or my man over there, I'll take it away from you, stick it up your ass and pull the trigger 'til it goes click. Comprende?”

Marlboro Man grinned a yellow, nicotine stained smile.

“'Ey, we're all friends here,” he drawled. He took his hand from his pocket and unbound the roll to flip through it with his thumb. He nodded in satisfaction. “Good to go. But whadabout him?” He gestured at me.

Suzy smiled amiably. “As I said, he's my man. He's with me. Moral support. That kinda thing.”

Smokey was not impressed. He eyed me one last time before sucking his teeth and saying “Maybe so, but ain't nobody gettin' in here without payin' da fee.”

“What fee?” Suzy asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Hunnerd dollars at da gate,” Marlboro Man grunted. “What, you think we's lettin' jus' anyones in here? He might be a goddamned flatfoot fer all I know.”

“Skinny's no cop, I can assure you that,” Suzy said reassuringly. “Does he look like a cop?”

“I don't know. I certainly like to think I've got a definite Martin Riggs-esque quality to me,” I said, launching into a bad Mel Gibson impression. “Tell me what you think. Ahem. 'Well, what do you wanna hear, man? Do you wanna hear that sometimes I think about eatin' a bullet? Huh? Well, I do! I even got a special bullet for the occasion with a hollow point. Make sure it blows the back of my goddamned head out and do the job right! Every single day I wake up and I think of a reason not to do it! Every single day! You know why I don't do it? This is gonna make you laugh! You know why I don't do it? The job! Doin' the job! Now that's the reason!'”

Suzy groaned and facepalmed. “Not really helping, here, Skinny.”

“'You think I'm crazy? You call me crazy, you think I'm crazy? You wanna see crazy?'” I continued, to my own amusement if nothing else.

“No, I'm calling you stupid, now can it!” Suzy snapped. "I swear, I can't take you anywhere..." I did so, realizing that I had gone a bit off the deep end. Give me an inch, and I'll take a mile...

“He really IS crazy...” Marlboro Man muttered, causing his cigarette to bobble with his words. “Eh, fuck it. Go 'head on in, the both of youse. We got a packed house t'night anyways. Whatzanother hunnerd give 'r take?”

“Thanks,” Suzy said, before grabbing a hold of my collar and dragging me along. “C'mere!” she barked, hauling my carcass along with no effort. The muscle beneath her track top swelled with her might. She waited until we were inside before setting me down and cuffing me on the shoulder once more, hissing in an angry whisper, “And what was that fuckery just now?”

“What fuckery?” I asked, rubbing my sore shoulder, indignant at the supposition that I was capable of fuckery at all. Come to think of it, just what is fuckery, anyway?

“That fuckery!” she griped, pointing out to where we just were. “Out there! Virginia Slim could've shot you, y'know!”

“Bah, he wouldn't have. It would be bad for business having a dead body out there, and he doesn't look like the type that enjoys heavy lifting. Besides, you would've pounded him into hamburger the second he tried anything, right?”

Suzy stared at me hard. “I was half tempted to pound YOU into hamburger for that one man show bullshit, Skinny.”

“Why are you complaining? I saved you one hundred extra dollars.”

“Oh, so you're a cheap date. Wonderful,” Suzy snarked.

“Oh, bitch, bitch, bitch. This is the thanks I get. May I remind you that you asked me to come here, not the other way around. I don't even want to be here, but you cried me that sob story and basically got me to accompany you based on false pretenses and emotional blackmail. Not only that, but I was forced to lie to my wonderful girlfriend who wouldn't stoop to such a level to get me to do her a favor...”

“Alright, alright. Enough with the indictment,” Suzy wearily conceded with an exasperated sigh. “I'm sorry I got all huffy, but, if you haven't noticed, this is rather important to me. I... appreciate the fact that you, out of the milk of human kindness, agreed to be in my corner for this thing that I have to do---”

“Of which you're being annoyingly coy,” I added helpfully. She sighed and clutched her forehead in annoyance. A vein bulged in her temple. I did so enjoy annoying Suzy. It was part of what we called 'The Great Game.' She and I bickered and argued like and old married couple. It was great fun.

“Yes, well, as I said, I'll tell you more later,” Suzy said through gritted teeth, “But for now... Listen, just don't be...” she trailed off, gesturing vaguely at me while she tried to think of what to say, “you until I give you the high-sign, alright? We're dealing with some real hardcore motherfuckers here and I don't really feel like pulling your cute little ass outta the fire just because you wanna be the goddamned center of attention all the time. Smokey might've been amused at your antics, but he didn't seem too smart. You try any of that shit in here, you might get killed, and I don't feel like explaining that to Vally. Get me?”

“You wouldn't be upset that I died? You just don't want to be the bearer of bad news?” I gasped, mockingly aghast at her selfishness.

“Oh for--” Suzy groaned and I suppressed a grin. Annoying her alone was almost worth leaving the house. “Of course I would, Skinny. After my berserker rage subsided and I got done killing everyone in here pretty damn messily and literally bringing the house down like Samson, I'd be inconsolable for about ten minutes or so, then I'd realize life goes on and probably go get a sandwich, or something.”

“Well, as long as I had that ten minutes...” I sniffed primly.

“Ha ha,” Suzy mocked. “Now get into character. It's very nearly crunch time.”

She squeezed my hand, giving me a whole new definition to the phrase crunch time. Given how beastly strong Suzy was, that was very apropos. It was rather painfully obvious that she was more nervous than she was letting on. Her nervousness made me a little less nervous for some damned reason. Maybe it was my natural male instinct to protect any female I sense was in peril, maybe it was because I was just crazy. I couldn't really say. She shoved me along the corridor until we were in the backstage area of the arena, the deep crevices that ninety percent of everybody who ever came here never got to see. The place was devoid of life, but we could hear the dull roar of the crowd coming from somewhere down the line. It wasn't a packed arena's worth of noise. In fact, the noise didn't seem to be coming from the arena floor at all. We made our way down the backstage path until we came across a gaggle of people waiting to be admitted into Murderbrawl, or whatever this event was to be called.

Suzy stopped and surveyed the scene, almost as if she was looking for someone. She grunted in annoyance when that appeared to be a bust. I followed her gaze, trying to pick out someone in the crowd. Lots of interesting looking characters, but I didn't know who I was looking for. The giantess took off abruptly, me struggling to keep up in tow, letting her cut her way through the crowd and staying in her wake. People's eyes popped from their sockets at the size of her. A pretty standard reaction that we were all used to, all things considered. There was no mistaking this Amazon's intention. She wasn't here to work the concession stand. She was here to fight. Someone was going to get hurt.

“I'm here to fight,” Suzy told a man in a suit who appeared to be connected to the organizing of the whole thing. Was he Mafia? He looked like he was an extra in The Godfather.

“No shit?” he said, looking her up and down. “You paid the buy-in, Brunhilde?”

“Does the Pope shit in the woods?” Suzy grinned. “Five G's. Upfront, as asked for. Gave it to Captain Carcinogen out there.”

“Five G's?” I whistled incredulously. "Just for this?"

“Shut the fuck up, Skinny,” Suzy murmured out of the corner of her mouth, nudging me to be quiet.

“Okay, you're in, beefcake” he said. “Name?”

“What do you need my name for?” she asked warily.

“For the leaderboards. Need to know what to call you and people need to know who to place their bets on.”

“Oh,” Suzy replied, looking at the chalkboard functioning as the booker's ledger. There were lots of tough-guy sounding names up there like 'Crusher', 'Bonesaw,' and 'Bob Johnson.' Oh, wait... 'Bob Johnson?' Dude's using his real name? I thought. Kind of lame, considering. Of course my own name doesn't exactly strike fear into the hearts of men, but still. One would think the guy could at least try to think of a better tough guy name than that.

“Psycho Suzy,” the big woman declared. I stared at her, blinking for a few beats.

“'Psycho Suzy?'” I whispered incredulously.

“You got a problem, Skinny?” she whispered back over her massive shoulder.

“Yeah, I mean, that's a pretty crappy tough guy--er, girl name, Suzy.”

“Nonsense. It's short and to the point.”

“P.U.,” I said, holding my nose.

“Oh, and you can do better, I suppose?” she snapped.

“Yeah. How about 'Suzy Haymaker'? Or 'Suzannthrax'? 'Suzanne B. Agony'?” I suggested.

“What is this, a fuckin' roller derby?” Suzy griped sourly. That would be pretty hot, I must say. If Suzy were competing in an Amazon roller derby, that would be leagues better than whatever these shenanigans were going to be. I made a mental note to talk to Annie about this idea later. She was always looking for new ideas to promote. Trouble is, I don't think Suzy could skate, and finding rollerblades freakishly huge enough for her Gigantor feet to fit into would be a hassle, not to mention strong enough to haul her big ass around without collapsing. Valentina sure as hell could skate, though... I filed this idea away for another day and continued my dickishness with gusto.

"Ooh! Ooh! How about 'Suzanne for a Bruisin'?' 'Suze-Suze-Sudio' Eh? A little '80s nostalgia there?”

“Shut the fuck up, Skinny,” Suzy groaned, shaking her head helplessly at the man in the suit. He looked at me, then her, and then his watch in annoyance.

“No, no, wait! I got it! Sue Jitsu! Waaaaa! Hi-yah!” I cried, striking pseudo-martial arts poses. I was having too much fun at this.

“Ugh! No! That's even crappier than your other names! I hate being called 'Sue'! Never call me Sue!” Well, how do you like that! I can't believe I never thought to call her that before. It was so simple, yet so beautiful, I mused. I found a new way to annoy Suzy. I filed the information away for a rainy day when I needed to tickle Suzy's risables. Sue. Ha! I'm going to totally call her that from now on.

“Well, what's it to be, Bench-press?” the man in the suit inquired impatiently.

“It doesn't have to be Suzy related,” I suggested further, interrupting Suzy before she began. “Is Benito Muscle-lini taken? How about Goldie Brawn-- Mmmrphf!” Suzy shut me up by putting me in a headlock. The bulging muscles of her arm tightened around my skull. It felt like she was trying to guillotine me. Me and my big mouth.

“Psycho Suzy will do just fine,” she said to the suit wearing man sweetly, punctuated with a smile.

[Jeremy Lightning]

A funny little interlude, I'm glad Skinny is bringing a little humor to the situation with all the wacky names he's trying to come up for Suzy. But yeah, looking forward to seeing what this is all about, can Suzy kick ass on all the guys here? k+!

[M7]

Finally had a little time to read this.

 "But if you try to skin that piece on me or my man over there, I'll take it away from you, stick it up your ass and pull the trigger 'til it goes click. Comprende?”

Great stuff as usual Ninja! K+++

[cwmoss]

This is a fantastic story NinjaStar. I hope that you can find a way to continue!