My Housemate arrived before the Lockdown

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Here is the next chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 13, Text Arrangement

I stepped outside my room with the dirtied sheets stripped and smelling of urine. The mess was concealed in the middle of the pile for my own piece of mind. I avoided the puddle of urine outside my room by stepping over it to rest my foot into a bundle of clothes. Peering down there was more familiarity to the clothes than the feminine garments that were in my room.
I came down to the kitchen looking fairly smart. "Oh good, you found your clothes."
"Thank you for laying them out."
"Hmm, don't thank me Darling, Princess laid them out for you"
"Oh thank you, Princess."
Princess smiled. Mommy smiled. I smiled, just to keep the psycho happy. She was looking quite large as she was stretched over her table chair. The seat of which was smothered in heavy muscular ass that had swallowed much of blue panties "Now, I think you said you would do anything for Mommy earlier this morning. Didn't you?"
"Yes, mommy, I am going to put these dirty sheets in the washing machine and I will get clean sheets for princess."
"Very good, boy. Give mommy a kiss."
Preston gave me a glare of jealousy. I didn't want to kiss Vickie, was what I was thinking. But after all Princess's apathy, I wanted to make him jealous. I moved toward her but she ordered me to drop the smelly sheets. This too pushed some of Princesses buttons. I couldn't help but smirk as I made my way to Mommy. I leaned in toward her lips. "Oh no darling, only Princess kisses me on the lips." She said pressing her stony index finger to my lips. Did this bold act seal my fate? It was that finger now pressed against my lips that crushed my pinkie. I worried what that finger could now do to my lips. I followed her finger which flamboyantly gestured to her gigantic muscular butt, which flowed over the surface of the chair. "My boy must know his place. He can kiss me here when Mommy needs a kiss."
I kissed her where I was ordered catching a glimpse of Princess smirking the way I had just done. That annoyed me. Maybe I wouldn't beat Vickie in strength, but I wasn't going to lose to Princess. He was not going to be superior to me in anyway. I took the shame of kissing Vickie on her ass but I wasn't happy that she held princess in higher regard. A wimp that still pisses the bed... pathetic. I was about to move back to the sheets but she grabbed me in an armlock. She pressed my head into her chest. "Oooh my little boy is so cute." With her free arm, she held the neck of her shirt. With little effort, she tore it open. She then reaffirmed her grip and pulled off the black rags and sat topless. I don't know why I expected her masculine torso to have a bra, but there was none there. Why would there be? They were painful and there was no residue of tits to speak of. "Now, Boy, drink Mommy's milk." I was invited to suckle and did so. Her tiny nipple was like my own. She moaned but there was no nipple erection. It was just tough meat. The only moisture was my saliva. I wouldn't be getting milk from this rough, tough pec. "Princess, get me a glass of milk." Princess handed over a pint as I suckled. I had grown to love it. I gladly suckled on her and horsed down the milk she had granted me. It was satiating a hunger I had forgotten I had, meat and potatoes would have been better, but I wasn't about to complain.
When the milk was gone, and she acted satisfied I was hoisted onto her lap. It further vindicated how physically small we were to her. Princess and I really had to look at her as an all powerful parent. "Now, Darling boy. Princess and I dine together, but I haven't seen your girlfriend in ages. Invite her over tomorrow so we can all eat together."
"Oh it is fine Mommy, there is no need to go trouble."
She pinched the fat hanging off my thigh, it was a painful reminder that she didn't make requests. Mommy only decided the plan. There was no real discussion. "There wont be any trouble Boy. You and your girlfriend will be making dinner. I am sure you made that offer before."
That was not how I remembered it but I smiled and nodded with enthusiasm. Of course Mommy, I'll text her after I have changed the sheets."
"Now is fine, so I can see you do it. I think we both forgot last time." Mommy didn't seem as loving now.
There was no way out of it. If I defied her now I had a feeling her punishment would only result in greater harm to my being. I began to text Saff, something I hadn't done in some time.
Hey Saff, any plan tomorrow?
Hey Steve. I do sorry.
I was rather shocked at the cold response. I was pleased that she wouldn't have to see me in that sorry state but I feigned disappointment as I turned the phone to Mommy. She swiped it and began texting. I feared resisting and just restlessly fidgeted my fingers. Mommy didn't emote as she rested her hand that clutched my phone. She just stared at me now. "Come now Boy, you have sheets to wash."
I was about to ask for my phone but she tilted her head as though I was to pick my next words carefully. I picked up the sheets and was about to take them to the washing machine in the gym but she addressed me. "Baby? Mommy isn't as hip with the phones as the youth are, I am having trouble getting into my phone... any suggestions?"
"Oh I can put in the pass code for you Mommy."
"No sweetie, that's okay. You can just tell me and I will be able to do it from now on."
I hesitated. I couldn't just give her my digital life. Access to everything I had sent to Saff. Pharmaceutical information regarding work, my outside of office work too.
"Those sheets stink Honey. Put them in the wash and don't make me come out there to fetch you. I want my new phone open to me as soon as you get back."
I nodded and left.
Tossing the sheets into the washing machine I reflected on the relationship I had with Mommy. Of all the things she had done to me, this was going to be the most domineering thing yet. I would have given her access to my life. My privacy and professional history would be hers. Granted I didn't think she had the brain for it, but that isn't to say Princess wouldn't enjoy making my life even more miserable. The pain she would cause me if I returned and not tell her my access code would be unbearable. Even now my throbbing phantom pinkie nail was an agony I focused heavily on avoiding. I could run.

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Chapter 14, Drug Test

I was legging it. I wasn't as fast as I was a few months ago, I was slower, heavier and much less fit. She was a muscle builder but I would say she could've caught me if she saw me. I doubted I would have gotten far if I went for the car. She probably had the strength to lift up the rear and take away all the car's power. Instead I chose to run, toward Elroy's pharmacy. There, someone would patch me up. I could figure out the rest as soon as I was there amongst sound minds.
Mister Elroy didn't take long to spot me. He came over with extreme concern on his face. I had been texting him that I was unwell since I had returned to my home so I hadn't worked the past few days. Still he was concerned last time he saw me in at work but said nothing. He could help, I am unsure how though. Fortunately he was in a better state of mind then I was.
"Steve, you don't look well. Can you wait here a minute?"
He walked off toward the back office and picked up the pharmacy phone. He started to dial a number before stretching back to look at me. I sat panting on a chair behind the counter. The few customers in the pharmacy gave me dirty looks from behind their face masks. I must have looked as though I had caught the virus that had us all in lockdown. Even the staff that worked with me kept their distance from me. "I'm not infected, I just have let myself go." I grinned at Fiona a familiar staff member. She told me to just sit tight and Mr Elroy returned.
"Hi Steve, I have just called Doctor Boden in town. I have made a check-up appointment in town. Can you walk there or do you need a lift?"
I stared toward the door expecting Vickie to come crashing through in a state of ferocious fury, ready to grab me in front of all the clerks and customers and then carry me home in front of the whole town. But no one had come in from the lockdown ghost-town. Still, she could very well have been out there searching for me. "if you don't mind Alan, I could really use a lift." It isn't the virus though so I wouldn't be concerned about you catching anything."
"That's fine Steve, we will take precautions and I will see you get to the doctor ASAP."
I was careful to mind my surroundings as I got into the car. Still I did it with haste as I knew Vickie would search the pharmacy as soon as she knew I wasn't at home. It was the first place I would look. Alan Elroy kept his face mask on and sanitised before getting into the car. The man was health conscious but would help a leaper if they came to him with a problem. "You seem on edge Steve. What is going on?"
"I had shrunk into the passenger seat so as not to be spotted by anyone on the street. " Sorry, I just don't feel like discussing it right now. Doctor is my best bet because I am feeling extremely weak."
"That is fine but take as long as you need to solve the issue. Don't worry about work. Look you have my number if you need me for anything." 
"Just do me one favour Alan. If anyone asks at the pharmacy where I was, don't tell them I was there or that I went to this appointment. I am not in trouble with the law or anything, I just need solitude right now. I'll probably be in later to collect a prescription if the doctor can sort me out."
"Hmmm, should I wait for you to come out?"
I really wanted him to, but I couldn't ask too much of him and have him neglect the pharmacy. Enough of that had happened on my account. It was getting dark, I could use that to stay hidden when I got out of the clinic, then I could head for Saff's place. It was closer to the clinic than my house was.
"No Alan, no need to wait. I can make my own way back."
"Sure thing Steve. If this is a substance thing, I'd prefer if you tell me now."
I always suspected he was aware off my side business, this further made me suspicious of what he knew of my dealings. "I can tell you I am not taking any drugs."
"None that you are aware of?"
"No, I think I'd know if someone was giving me something."
"Fair enough, I'll see you later then."
I climbed out of the car to see the clinic doorway. An exterior I was very familiar with but the interior was something I rarely envisioned. I tapped the roof of his care twice and he drove off. There was silence on the barren street as I entered the quiet building.
I stepped in to be greeted by a young perky woman. She was wearing a white labcoat and had some impressively layered eyeshadow. "Steve?" she asked me with a hopeful tone. Her eyes were a pale blue we were nearly at eye level. I was getting pretty sick of finding women at my height.
"Yes I am here to see a doctor Boden."
"That's me, step this way and we will get you sorted." I followed her to her examination room and propped myself onto a bench and she had a swab waiting for me. "I must just ask you to stay still a moment. Not a pleasant experience but the swab was not up nose long, there were worse places it could have gone. She then took a swab from my throat. Right that will take five minutes and we will see if it the virus doing all this. In the meantime, maybe explain the symptoms. How is sleep? How's energy? Any pains?"
"I had one night where I did sleep pretty cold. I think I had too much to drink and passed out in my underwear on the kitchen floor."
"Oooh not good. I am surprised you fell asleep there at this time of year. You must have hit the bottle hard. Can't say I recommend it. What else?"
"Just, weak. I used to hit the gym quite a bit but I have been neglecting it now and I think I would struggle with warmup exercises now."
"Stress?"
"Very much stressed out right now yes."
"Hmm okay, any coughing or headaches?"
"No."
"Okay, well I don't think it is the virus. I might take a blood sample to see what's going on there. If there are no respitory problems I'd say this swab will come back negative."
She took blood with a nasty syringe and set that in a machine for a reading. The swab results indicated negative but that was no real surprise. Not long after and the doctor turned to me with an intrigued look on her face. "Have you been taking any hormones or any pharmaceuticals you haven't had before?"
"No."
"Please tell me the truth, I am not going to tell anyone anything. This is for your own good."
"Doctor Boden, I wouldn't lie. I work in a pharmacy, I'd know if I was taking something it would show up in some way."
"Well, I think you are taking something, whether you are aware or not. Your testosterone is near non existent according to this test."
"What?" I hadn't taken any medication ever aside from simple headache tablets. I have always maintained a good diet up until recently but I doubt that would affect  one's hormone to a significant extent.
"And your oestrogen levels are very high. It looks to me like you have been taking heavy doses of oestrogen boosters. Where do you think you would have gotten them?"
"Well I know a friend who had them but she wasn't giving them to anyone." I did take that moment to remember if Vickie had given me anything to help with muscle gain. She never offered gear, never offer protein powder. All she would ever give was milk and that was probably because she probably couldn't lactate with that man chest. She did give me and Prestron a lot of milk and he was smaller than I was. "Wait, doctor is it possible to take oestregen boosters in diluted solution?"
"Not normally but some developed on Saorland I think can be. Why?"
"Yes my mistake, I have been taking a hormone booster by mistake. I can cut that out.
"Well I am going to be serious with you Steve. Your body is way out of balance. There is a drug only being developed here in Saorland. While it is approved by the MDS it is not exactly commercial and has to be doctor approved."
"Okay, sounds like just what is needed."
"Yes now it is extremely difficult to get but I think in your case I will have to. It is looking like your life is on the line here Steve so wherever the oestrogen is coming from, be it a dilute solution as you say, you need to stop taking it. I advise you take one hundred percent control of your own food and drink intake, remove the alchohol for the time being as well. Also, I just want you to be made aware of this drug's potency. A young man who was not taking any supplements whatsoever took this drug and suffered a heart attack almost immediately after injection. Given your testosterone is so low it would fix you certainly but I would not give this to a normal man. The average testosterone level and even something just below would be too much with this drug but if you or I took it we would survive."
"I am willing to take it doctor. I have felt weak for a long time and what you say makes sense."
"I will order it for Elroy's pharmacy. Now I know you understand this drug's potency as I have explained but even if you don't  take it for whatever reason, I wont be able to procure you another item of it. Obviously this is a once in a life time drug  and only you are permitted to use it."
"I understand doctor."
"I hope so Steve. If you came in here again and the trest results came back like this or even with less testosterone I would not be able to deliver you this drug again. I would probably lose my license just by mentioning your name in the application. The MDS are taking this one extremely seriously."
She seemed on edge. Clearly the drug was no joke. She wrote my prescription in silence and handed it to me. "Take care, Steven. Maybe no harm to arrange an appointment after you take the drug so we can monitor your levels."
"Thank you doctor." The weight of the situation was beginning to come to me. I had been overly concerned with Vickie finding me I had been ignoring my own well being up until then. "I mean it doctor, my life has gone so out of whack since I started unknowingly taking those hormones."
"Believe me I know," she said rolling her eyes. She seemed too young and undamaged to look like someone who had to take hormones. "People would be better off if they just stuck to the food pyramid."
"Well, doc you say that but then there is... what did you say that drug was called, my prescription?"
"Testerox"
"Well, then we wouldn't have things like that."
"True, she sighed, "Still, it was drugs that got you into this, hopefully they'll get you out of it and then stick to a more natural way of living."
"I will, I feel like I got life back on track. Nice eyeshadow by the way."
"Please don't be a creep. I do this for others' benefit, I look so repulsive without makeup. Look, I'll see you in a week or two Steven. Mind yourself." I was setting off when she called me once more.
"It may be approved but the MDS don't want this one discussed. I would appreciate it if you kept this quiet. Tell no one about it because people will just assume it is a shortcut and get themselves hospitilised or more likely... killed. Tell no one. Not a soul."

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Apologies for the delay. Please feel free to comment with anything. Love to hear people's thoughts. Also applaud some Karma please.

Chapter 15 The Plan

I kept the prescription in the streetlight as I read it. I'd be able to pick it up by tomorrow all going well and until then, hopefully Saff would let me stay over. The streets were dark and quiet but I could hear the occasional car before it would come speeding past. I was fully aware I was overreacting when I hopped behind bins, trees and anything that would conceal me from any motorist for fear Vickie and Preston were outlooking for me. I know he had at least two cars  so he could easily be driving her around and I know she didn't care at all for boundaries and I concluded that my car was hers for the time being. II walked passed and much more dormant Elroy's. He had long gone home and whatever clerk had been working there had shut off the lights. My house was closer than Saff's but I headed to hers.
"Oh, hey Steve. She has just left. Did she forget something." Saff's father opened the door and seemed slightly surprised to see me.
"What do you mean? Where has she gone?"
"Your house. Am I going senile? She got a call, was it not you? Anyway, that is where she said she was going."
I didn't take the time to thank him. If she was at my house she was in big trouble. Knowing how angry Vickie was with me she could have been taking it out on her at that very moment. I was about to start sprinting down toward my house but just as I left Saff's front lawn I heard Preston. "Need a lift?"
I froze but anger grew. I was well aware that I  didn't stand a chance against Vickie but Preston appeared to be alone. "You better get a move on Princess before I punch your tit sucking teeth out!"
"Relax Steve I have just come to talk. Vickie doesn't know I am here."
"I don't believe you,  is she waiting for me to come closer to the car so ye can put me in the trunk?"
"No, I think you will want the lift Steve. I don't know what she wants to do to your little friend Saff, but I don't think it will be pretty after the shit you pulled."
"Why the fuck are you trying to help me?"
"She looked far too happy to see your girlfriend earlier an when she got her back to the house I could feel the tension. I said I was going to leave if she didn't turn her attention toward me then and there. She didn't seem to care as I walked out."
"So you are jealous? Great, but how does that help me."
"We have to get rid of her." He didn't seem too concerned despite what he had said. I stood still not daring to move for fear Vickie was waiting in some nearby bush. "Okay, clearly you still don't trust me. Right, well I have something for you in the backseat that belongs to you."
"I'm not getting in that car!" I said checking my six and scanning the nearby hedges.
"I swear Steve, we are alone. Would it help if I drove to a more open part of the road?"
"Yeah, over there by that streetlight, then I'll check out the car."
"Fine, but I am sure if she were here, she would have you crushed to the floor by now." He began to drive into the lit spot I had suggested. He had a good point which made me feel slightly more at ease but I was still wary of each dark spot in my peripheral vision. I stared about like a defenceless animal as I made my way toward his car. There on the backseat of his black Nissan was my phone, lit dimly by the streetlight. I opened the door and grabbed the phone and jumped back and noticed the night was as still as it had been since I had started talking to Preston. "Steven, I need to get her and Saff apart. You want the same thing. Get in and we can plan it out."
It was only Preston. I would kick the shit out of him if he tried anything but again he had a point. I knew he was infatuated with that freak. "Alright then. But I am sitting in the back. You can stay up front."
"That is fine with me." He fixed the mirrors before making sure the road was clear before he drove off. I waited until he was entirely focused on the road before putting in my phone code. A few missed calls from Saff but it was better not to make contact with her now. We needed to keep Vickie completely out of the loop. I pondered on all Preston had told me. He loved that freak, or atleast I knew she was a weakness to him. I wasn't going to trust him one hundred percent but if Vickie's attention was on Saff then we both had to act I collaboration.
"So, you had the balls to tell her you would leave?"
"Well, I felt I had lost her in that moment. Maybe I overreacted but honestly that look she gave your girl was more painful than any smack she gave me."
"I don't want to think about it man." Preston seemed to turn silent as I said this. I expected him to speak again but he remained silent. "You know she was drugging us right?" I finally asked scanning his reaction.
"What do you mean? She never gave me any drugs."
"The milk you moron."
"How though?" he sounded genuinely curious.
"I imagine she crushed it up and it dissolved into the milk."
"Well I feel fine."
"It's oestregen Preston, we aren't feeling tired or sick. We have just become weaker physically and more agreeable to her demands as we were drinking that crap."
"Okay well than that rules out physically taking her on then. Damn, thought we had her there."
As concerned as I was for Saff, I did find his sarcasm funny. I had noticed we weren't driving back to the house. "Where are we going Preston?"
"I am literally just driving around until we come up with a plan to get Saffron out of there. If I take us back there now and she sees us together we are dead. Oh and if she calls don't say a word."
"Do you expect her to call."
"I think she will when she realises there is no dinner. I am hoping she will call then atleast. She has my phone so she will be calling me on yours. I can answer her but I can't call her because of the pin."
"Hmm, right well in that case when she calls, be ready to go back. She can't suspect anything."
"Right then what genius?"
"I will be waiting outside the house and I will distract her if I have to to get Saff."
"If she sees you she will kill you Steve. Look, here is what we will do. I will return and said I got some groceries from the shop. I will bring in some but ask Saffron to help me with the rest. Then you drive off with her. Let Vickie calm down over a few days and then I will text you when she is ready to apologise to you."
"When I get Saff, Preston, I will never return to that house as long as she is there."
Preston looked at me and seemed to accept everything I said. "If I do this right, she won't suspect a thing. Let's get something from the shop. Something that will make Vickie only think about her dinner."
Preston bought eight fillets of salmon. Two would do for Preston and Saff but Vickie would have four in that sitting. As we shopped Preston had detailed to me how Vickie had been upping her calorie intake quite a bit as each weak passed. It was putting me off as he lustfully described her tiger like appetite even though I was starving. He really did love her and wanted nothing more than to feed her and accommodate her growing strength. That couldn't last though. Saff didn't do tha for me quite as much anymore. "You bring the sack of potatoes. It was a twenty kilogram bag and I felt every spud as I struggled to carry it to the counter.
We had gotten quiet on return to the house. He must have felt the same anxiety I was feeling as the we turned the corner to drive up to the familiar parking spot. The first thing I noticed was how busted up my car was. She must have driven into a wall I thought. "When it told her I couldn't find your keys she just used it as a punching bag, I am So sorry Steven." I looked at the crumbled thing in disbelief. The bonnet had been smoosheed in by something extremely powerful. It looked has though a bull might have charged head first into the unprotected bonnet. All the glass for the lights laid sprayed across the driveway in smithereens. Looking through the obscuring smashed windows, I saw all the seats were out of place, two collapsed airbags were draped over the front seats. I sighed in utter grief at the sight. "Hey I got twocars Steve. Just take this one and text me in a few days where you leave it. I'd give it to you but she would call the cops on you."
If it was anyone else I wouldn't have believed his generosity but Preston had money to bun. Of course the car mattered little to him. He probably would enjoy watching Vickie smash this one when it would be found after me and Saff's getaway. We parked on the road so as not to get any closer to the house. Preston struggled with the potatoes so I agreed to carry them to the front door and he would then bring them in. It was an opportunity for us to assess the situation before carrying out the plan.
Quietly I brought the potatoes to the front door. I recognised the door but it did not feel like the home I had made for myself. After tonight I would most likely never see it again. Resting the sack against the door as quietly as I could I felt the humming in the door that resonated with the deep laughter. The terrifying Vickie must have been laughing at the sorry state she had put Saff in. it cut me deeply when I heard her shriek with tears. I quickly jumped to look in through the sitting room  window. Vickie  had her restrained with one hand. Saff had her shirt on, but little else. She was squirming as gripped the massive arm. It was thick with muscle, veins and glistening fingers that were making appareances between Saffs wriggling legs. I was sickened by Vickie's behaviour. She had the curtains drawn for all to see, taunting me to come back. I was angrier than ever, but just as powerless. I had learned the hard way what a head to fight would result in. The tears were welling through my anger as I pressed hand to the glass willing Saff away but she was in another world of euphoria that I did not know.
In my shaking anger I slipped, causing the window to squeak. I moved it away but it was enough to disturb Vickie. Her amused smile had turned to the blazing eyes that I saw only once. She knew I was out there. Just under the window. I had scrambled below the bush but before icould get out of there, the door had opened. The deepest voice I had ever heard spoke with restrained. I felt it was as quiet a voice as she could muster but all could hear if they listened. "Where have you been you little shit?" I must have been found. If I spoke it would be woeful sobbing that I could not let her have the satisfaction of. Preston spoke. "I went to get the shopping Master. I have a fine meal in mind if you will take me back."
"Oh jesus, don't be so insecure, I just need a little pussy every once in a while Princess." Her footing caused the floor to creak in inanimate agony. "Jesus how the fuckdid you manage to bring the potatoes from the car to here."
"I guess I have been paying attention to your techniques." There was a pause. "Oh my god." I turned to look out from the bush. She was demonstrating a peaking bicep over lower bicep. She was huge. The veins stretched and flowed with her passion for her own body.
"Hmmm perhaps that means you can take a heftier beating then. I am quite hungry you know."
"Yes, of course Master, I'll just get the salmon."
She was showing off but she pinched the sack of potatoes with her index finger and thumb. She held the bag like a discarded nappy, as though kitchen work was beneath her. I heard a jingle not far from me as Preston went back to the car to get the salmon. He gave me a thumbs up before entering the house. He didn't speak too politely to Saff, knowing that Vickie was in the kitchen "Don't just sit there Saff, help me with the groceries."
I didn't see Saff's reation but I heard her sigh of displeasure as she readied herself for the night air. I looked up from the bush to see her fine fit round bottom make its way toward the car. I grabbed the keys and darted after her. She turned when she heard the keys jingle. "Preston I am getting-"
"We have to go," I ordered as ran around shutting the trunk and making my way to the driver door. "Get in now."
"Well look who finally showed up."
"Come on Saff, you don't know what she is like. She will kill me and Preston if she sees me." I shut my door and opened hers. "I am not kidding."
"Actually I know her quite well, Steveyboy."
I was struggling to get the keys to fit as a small and impossibly large figure were making their way toward the car, the large figure casting a shadow far beyond the car. "Now, Saff!" I heard the passenger door shut.
"No, we are staying here." Saff crossed her arms and pouted. Of all the times for her to throw a strop, now was a time where my life was in genuine danger and she seemed careless to the fact.   The key was not slotting in. it didn't seem like the key at all.
Suddenly I heard four clicks go off around me simultaneously. Standing outside were Saff, Vickie and Preston. Each of them shared an amused expression. There was a glint in Preston's hand. I recognised the key from earlier. I tied to open my door, but I was locked in. I looked at the key in my sweaty shaking fist. I pushed the unlock button. A silver Jaguar's tail lights went off as I heard the faint unlocking mechanism of Preston's other car.
"Welcome home, boy," The three of them jeered, but one voice made the car windows rattle.

[giantgirl7foot2]

Oh my fucking god, YES!

[crow004]

Oh, he's in trouble now.....

[bertmacklinsbrother]

Really glad to see this continue!  Nice work.  A lot of build up in this latest chapter, and I'm anticipating what happens next!

[M7]

I like more muscle description (and side effects) in my stories, but this is so well written I keep coming back. I've felt bad for Steve all this time, but I'm starting to think he may deserve the abuse he's been getting. Curious to see what happens next. Great work. Your artwork is really impressive too. K+++

[Jaguar]

This is so real !


Amazing.  Gut wrenching.  Great plot, I think I know what is happening, but I am not going to spoil it for others.

Really excellent work!!!   

[giantgirl7foot2]

Still curious what Vickie has in store for them.. 

[SabinicThigh]

Chapter 16 The Weigh In
"As the country enters its third lockdown we ask that you stay at home and only leave for essentials. Cases reported today at two thousand five hundred and seven."
We all sat watching the news. It was not the most inspiring stuff to hear but Vickie was only happy to keep her virus compensation payment going while she lifted and we all cooked and cleaned. Preston and I sat on two hard kitchen chairs which we were permitted to bring into the sitting room while Vickie sat on the sofa, stroking Saff's hair as she laid her head on Vickie's lap. I had been home a month and Vickie had only grown ruder and bigger. Her veins were on constant display and she always flexed if she caught us looking. When they were relaxed they cracked all over her arms but when they were pumped it was like full running hose pipes if high pressure were ready to blast and thrash around the room. Her steroid abuse had put her on such a rage that it didn't take long for that blood to boil.
Since moving back in with this trio, new rituals had been put in place. Preston and Saff's favourite was the weigh in. For the past four Friday evenings we would all approach the scale and predict before recording each other's weight. On my first week of it I was one hundred and forty two pounds, the lightest I had been since I was eighteen years of age. Preston was closer to Saff's weight than my own at one hundred and twenty five pounds and Saff herself who kept a reasonably strong figure as she hadn't lost her desire to lift was one hundred and thirty pounds. Vickie had given Saff a very harsh tap of encouragement on her firm round bottom on seeing how she progressed whereas Preston had declined. "Now just get past the Boy, and you will be Master's favourite bitch," I recalled Vickie saying as soon as Saff stepped down from the scale. I  didn't know if Saff liked this attention or not as I didn't have the spine to raise my eyes to meet hers, nor did I want to show any emotion to Vickie who hadn't yet really punished me for my absence. Vickie as she always would from this point forward, stood on the scale last. She weighed two hundred and twenty pounds. Given how lean she was, I was quite shocked at her mass. Preston and I didn't have the confidence to step on the scale with our clothes off but Vickie would always be honest and step up there naked. She declared that she who makes the most progress weekly gets her ass kissed by the other contestants. Each week, there would be no surprise that we all kissed her pale cheeks before she dismounted the scale. Her ass was visibly bare but there was furriness that I detected on the kiss. I suspected Preston kept her shaved there. Saff would always sigh in displeasure at this kiss. Each week, she would wear less as she mounted the scale too.
"Time for the weigh in!" Vickie announced with effortlessly immense volume. "Princess, you first." Preston rose out of the uncomfortable kitchen chair in his girly pyjamas. They were © Saradas 's at one point and it exposed a lot of ankle in his longer legs, his oestregen charged hips did little to compensate for the real womanly hips of my ex-girlfriend. He constantly had to retie the waistband. As he approached the scales he went to fix the band yet again. "Fuck sake, Princess, just take emm off and weigh yourself properly." We all chuckled as we were expected to at Preston's shame. I feigned my amusement but it was harder to tell how Saff and Preston felt. Preston stood with his loose pyjama top hanging as the scale settled. One hundred and seventeen pounds. "As I thought, Boy, you next." I jumped up feigning enthusiasm and my better fitting pyjamas needed no adjustment. The scale read one hundred and twenty seven pounds. Shit that was a bit of drop, that was the first night where I was lighter than Saff's starting weight. I couldn't bear to look at her but I hoped it would only be a revelation to myself and that Vickie's only comment would be that I lost a decent four pounds this week. "Wow, lighter than when you were when the boy came back to us. Yu should definitely be outlifting him now." She jested toward Saff in laughed in agreement. Preston and myself joined in the laughter. I just wanted to be anywhere else. I stepped off the scale to move things along and put the attention on Saff. "Hey, Princess took off her pants." Vick gestured me back onto the scale. I hated removing my pants as it showed the flabby hips I had taken on from the oestregen milk which I was forced to continue drinking. I removed the pants exposing the shades of cellulite developing in my hips. One hundred and twenty five pounds. "I'll be curling you now" laughed Vickie flexing a simply enormous bicep that further tore her tight shirt. "Now Bitch." Saff, stepped up to the scale taking off her pink frilly pyjama shorts. She always loved to show her bum off to me in panties, white, pink or red ones and do a little wiggle for me when she undressed with arousing intentions. However, Vickie preferred thongs so her bullish brain didn't have to imagine anything and for the last four weigh ins that was how Saff dressed now. She wiggled each time with her even firmer butt but it was always mooning toward Vickie, I was never acknowledged. "Oh yeah" she uttered as the scale settled. She weighed now one hundred and forty two pounds. It was clear to see where it was going as Vickie was pushing her in the squats like I never had. She had broken her one rep squat max twice in those four weeks and I expected her to do so yet again in the coming week. "Four pounds, that's my girl. What do we think lads?" Vickie raised her hands and we instinctively and enthusiastically applauded my ex girlfriend's gains.
"Enough, enough, she hasn't won anything yet," Vickie moved her massive frame up to the scale. Attitudious Saff was yet to shift. Vickie, rather aggressively plucked © Saradas  from the scale and carelessly dropped her back on the sofa. Even Saff seemed rather shocked and knew instantly she was gloating in the presence of the master. It reawakened my former self that would never have let harm to come to Saff. I expected to exchange looks with Saff, I expected her to look to me for protection but she remained facing her lap. With the hopeless defeat, my ephemeral masculinity passed and I was fearful of the master once more. She inhaled with a chuckle. "Two hundred and thirty seven pounds." She had put on four pounds just like Saff. "Five pound increase, pucker up babies."
"Vickie," Preston and I exchanged shock looks when Vickie's statement's following silence was disturbed even if the voice was meek and unintimidating. "I don't think you put on five pounds." Saff had really wanted to be the best that week. We all remarked on her larger appetite this week.
"Bitch, I don't think your math is correct." I said with Preston nodding in agreement. Vickie couldtell we were sparing Saff her wrath but Saff only saw us as appeasing the master and grew even more frustrated.
"You just want her to not treat you like the clumps of scrawny shits you are. Be honest guys." She had no love for us then, despite the master always saying we should never fight.
"I think they're right about your math Bitch." Vickie chuckled. No one spoke. No one could. Vickie simply turned and presented her bare big butt. She stretched a long veiny index finger. She pressed it into her lower stony left glute. "Princess." Preston rose up, he didn't fidget with his waist band that showed a muffin top pushing down his new pyjammies. He bowed as if to receive a blessing and gently pecked her on the mark her stony finger had imprinted her hard ass.  She changed the hand. She pointed to her right lower glute now, an inch closer to the centre where it would be harder to escape the moist sweat. "Kiss me Boy." I went up and kissed her where she wanted with somewhat parted lips. A moment of silence passed as we all anticipated her final kiss. Saff was staring at the big scary bottom and was contemplating what she could do. She didn't want to let the tie go. Vickie rubbed both cheeks as they resisted even her own strong grip. They weren't firm enough to maintain their stoney nature but they were harder than normal flesh. Vickie gripped mercilessly and parted stone exposing her anus to the room. Preston shifted uncomfortably. "Bitch, Lick!"
No one moved then. Vickie was met with silence. No mouth came to warm her. She rested the two stones that were her glutes and the anus we rarely saw disappeared again. "Hmmm, very well. We will resume watching the news." Despite the names we were calledand the roles we were assigned, Saff was safe as women fought each other with more subliminal means. Saff would come to no harm was my initial sense. The news was switched on and we returned to our respective seats as Vickie stayed at the scales. Standing naked, she moved toward Saff. The mountainous woman stood in Saff's way of the television. Saff's defiance turned to fear. I could see it in my peripheral vision. It made me turn and this time I caught Saff'seye. This time she sought help. I nodded at her willing her to submit to Vickie's will. I stared at the gigantic glutes that led up to her ever widening bulging back.
Saff, seductively released her tongue like a stalking snake from its den. Saff moved to pleasure Vickie's clitoris but the great behemoth turned in a twirl of swift surprising silence. She again composed herself to present her hole to be pleasured by spreading her cheeks open and bending her knees and back slightly. Saff moved in to kiss her master. "Much better Bitch." Preston and I detected the tone of voice. It was okay to experience the pleasuring. We did so and smiled that we got to witness the master being happy.
It was blissful to us all or so I feigned. Saff certainly acted as though she was enjoying the pleasure she brought to Vickie as her hands massaged her great hips. Vickie and I exchanged glances. She was happy to see me enjoy what I saw, but I knew she knew that deeper down it hurt me. She was degrading the woman I could no longer show my love for. She saw too much in my eyes. In that moment she saw how I told Saff to submit. That raging flash passed in an instant. Suddenly her great vice grip came down upon Saff. The lone biding hand lodged her deep into the crevice that was Vickie's ass. I contained my disgust and maintained my empty smile. Vickie tested me as she forced Saff to whelp a muffled cry.  Slowly, Vickie was descending to the couch. If Saff was resisting, it didn't register. The muffled cries of Saff were not remarked on. Saff had relieved some pressure as she flicked out her legs so as to not let them bend backward as Vickie came down to a full seat. The muffled cries were quieter but more pained. The two hundred and nearly forty pound woman took greater pleasure in the pain Saff was going through than the actual pleasure Saff had voluntarily brought to the master. The cries died down as the news went on. The anger behind my smile burned my former self into existence. Even when I was fully aware of what I had to do, I did nothing. Saff would just have to learn like I did. You don't defy Vickie. You don't defy the master.
   

[giantgirl7foot2]

Oh, I love the total dominance in this story SO much! Please let Vickie keep on growing and the guys keep on shrinking until the weighs as much as both of them combined, and then do a size comparison!

Glad you're back!

[giantgirl7foot2]

Still hoping for a continuation!

[lucca1608]

Great work Sabinic! waiting for the next chapter!! (y)

[SabinicThigh]

Forgive the delay. More of the story is on the way so patience is appreciated as are the queries as to whether I am finishing the story. I am it will just take time. Love to read opinions on my work so leave a comment and applaud some karma. Cheers folks.

Chapter 17 A return to the Weight Room
If one of us had shown surprising power over the next twenty minutes or so, it was Saff's in her lung capacity. Her screaming could be heard for some time under the thick solid matter that was Vickie's glorious bottom. It must not have been far off of being sat on by a gorilla and I was aroused to see Saff in a submissive state under such a large firm ass. Preston and I would loyaly praise Vickie if we were addressed in any subtle gesture but I know Preston felt just as uncomfortable as I did. He was driven by a twisted jealousy where I just wanted Saff to be free of this harm. Saff's strong hands couldn't pinch, let alone break the skin of the muscular thighs that had swallowed up the little lady.
Every now and again, when Vickie sensed Saff's will to fight wane, she'd raise her leg and we'd hear the gasp of a woman who had been drowning but see none of her face. Vickie would giggle with a deep throaty bass. "Deeper bitch, I need to feel that tongue if you want me off of you." Saff only continued to scream. She was in a sense of shock and hadn't realised how to live under Vickie. The only way to gain her mercy was to bend to her will. Saff must have never been truly punished by Vickie hence her continued screaming. She would have to learn but if not, I was on the verge of objection. "Mommy?" but another thought popped into my head first.
"Yes, my boy?" Thankfully she didn't see my addressing her as a rebellious act as she continued to straddle and enjoy the petty tonguing she was receiving.
"If she can't satisfy you, I will." I feared she would see through my request and detect my concerns for Saff. In fact I was certain she did. I hoped that her desire to be pleased by me would out weigh her suspicion. She was amused at my offer. She swivelled deeper into the couch, Saff's screams were truly muffled then but the agony in her cry was sharper, like a child in incomprehensible pain. As a crescendo of screeching was reached, Vickie rose slowly in satisfaction. It was like she was an alternative artist that smeared and painted with her ass. She took a look down at the couch to review her work, but she said nothing and smirked out a chuckle.
"I have no time for that boy, but if you like to join me in the gym, I would not be unhappy." She appeared massive. Having put in some effort into her swivelling and smearing, she now appeared to have some veins surfacing on her thighs and abs. She had not yet put back on her clothes after the weigh in and I assumed this was the state she would take to the gym. She moved away revealing the panting Saff. She was paler than possibility. She looked as though some vision was still staining her brain. I heard the door to the garden shut before I addressed Saff. "Saff? Saff?" I was only met with her panting inhalation. "Bitch?" and she snapped back to the present. "You cant't argue with her about anything. if you want to live just please her." I told her feeling Preston echoe this with his nod.
She regained her composure. "I gained as much as she did, she could have at least acknowledged-"
"No, Saff, even if you gain more than she does, she will still win. She won't have anyone superior in here."
"But that isn't fair."
"Yes, now you know what Vickie is like." I said neutrally.
"I am surprised it took you this long really," Preston added in a rather bitchy tone.
"Watch your fucking mouth!" I stated tossing a nasty look over my shoulder and Preston took a step back. He knew then that there was still a rebellious streak in me that wasn't as dormant as he and Vickie had perceived. What could he do about it though?  He wasn't in Vickie's best books now as his insecurity toward Saff had made Vickie grow tired of him. She would not let him ramble on about me now without giving him a smack that would shut him up near permanently.
"Thanks, Stevey." Saff uttered. This too pestered Preston but I didn't care, I was worried I would never hear her call me that again. Preston stormed off to his room after a moment of uncertainty as to where he was going.
"I'll make you a tea but I better go out to her. That's how we survive now."
"I still love you Steve."
"I know, but you can't right now, just love her if you can. Atleast for a little longer." I was saying too much. I always had it in my head I would escape, but Vickie's control over us all, made both Preston and even Saff, untrustworthy. Still, maybe no harm to give her hope of both escape and some return to normality.
I walked quietly toward the shed, not that Vick would hear me coming with the weight she was pushing clanging off the bent safety support bars. Impossibly heavy for a woman, she was benching two hundred kilograms for reps. As far as I know the female record was two hundred and seventy. She didn't acknowledge me in any case as she shook her last rep back to the rack. She was a topless sweaty brute, thick all over with pulsating veins racing. "Come boy, let's be having you, harden up there. I'll have you now before I shower."
"Yes mommy," I had to focus on her gleaming body, it was enough to arouse me. I don't think it would have if not for the oestregen she had poisoned me with.
"Don't make mommy wait or I will have to hurt you."
"I am hard Mommy," I wasn't but I would be by the time she tore off my underpants. I remembered to leave my pants off this time while in the shed. She took great pride in tearing clothes off her playthings, particularly Saff as she always smirked at the initial jiggle of topless bossom. Her scoff of amusement seemed to say I would never allow such weak things on my body, everything I am is hard and built for power. Her index hooked finger pulled my underpants till I was close enough to feel the radiating heat from her. It was a cold shed, but I doubt she ever felt it. She placed her sandstone palm at my sternum and with her still hooked finger she tore my underwear off and was only pleased to see my stiff dick, pulsate back at her. She had remained on the bench, my prized expensive bench had seen better days but her hot sweaty ass had stained and bent it. She put an arm around my lower back to seal me in, I would not be allowed to leave until she was satisfied. "Boy, I was thinking of changing your name."
"Really mommy, to what?" I asked inserting myself with a few inches to spare. She didn't moan like she used to. She didn't react at all. Nor would she until she began her rhythm and do much of the fucking herself, I was only a tool.
"Dildo, you are a great dildo. I mean you could be a little bigger but it is not like I can tell a ten inch piece of plastic to walk over into my pussy and then clean up the mess afterward."
"I think it is a great idea Mommy."
"Hmm, you know you were more fun when you would resist me." She began to pull my ass cheeks in to further push my dick tip deeper into her, my pleasant pain wasn't her concern, she just needed to hit hard and deep.
"I don't know what you mean," I stammered, concentrating on holding myself from ejaculation."
"You do, I get no fights in the house anymore. Tits now!" she continued to push me deeper as I placed my hands firmly on her nipples. There weren't any actual tits to speak of. I rubbed the stiff little nubs to finally elicit her first faint moan in this session. This one, was going to be long and hard and I just hoped my dick would be the same.
It was easier when I was rubbing her thick chest. It was so far from the ribs, there was just depth of thick muscle separating her heart from the outside world. Her chest alone may have been fifteen kilograms. I pressed down to counter the pressure I was being subjected to and inevitably I was on the verge of discharging the pressure that had been painfully building up. She pulled me in with heaving ocean strength and I was just seaweed in the roaring tide.
"Vickie I won that weight gain and you know it." A thundering female voice filled the room. It wasn't Vickie's. Saff seemed shocked to see me being crushed repeatedly into the pelvis of our giant master. Vickie's concentration stooped. The release made me come even earlier than I had anticipated. Vickie was the frustrated one as though she had failed to last. Someone was about to get it bad. I thought quickly and began apologising to save Saff. I doubt Vickie heard me when she belted a harsh "FUCK!" and picked up a mere two kilogram plate like a pebble and threw it as such. I ducked for safety. The plate didn't smack off stone or metal but something duller was hit instead. It was an unpleasant thud. I looked about myself. I was fine. Vickie was a panting monster with her sweaty chest rising and reclining constantly. I turned in horror. At the foot of the door, Saff's bare toes pointed toward the ceiling. I couldn't see her. I shot up ignoring Vickie entirely.
Saff laid motionless on the floor. Her head was oozing black clotty blood from her forehead. "Preston," I screamed. Vickie didn't move. Preston didn't respond. My pants were at the shed door and I quickly put pressure on the gash, not exactly certain if I was supposed to do that. Preston wasn't going to help, I wasn't going to scream princess or Mommy. I screamed the only thing that I needed. "Ambulance. Call a fucking ambulance!"