EIGHTEEN – Back from the Dead

So I was in coma for two years. I felt that I jumped in time.

Or jumped dimensions.

Every friend of mine seemed the same, but not the Women. Not only their appearance but their clothes, their manners, their stance, something in their eyes was different.

All mornings at the hospital Nurse Jenkins came to my bedroom for my rehabilitation and my reaction repeated every the time like a reflex: “My Fucking God, look at those Legs”. Maybe I had died and went some afterlife. She was 35 but seemed younger, mature, in her prime, all of her, from her face and looks to her awesome body, breasts were mesmerizingly big and round even in her muscular and tall frame. Well, it was a good thing for a nurse to be that strong.

What buzzed in my mind was if I had some fetish on nurses I would blow just by her presence. She wasn’t just impeccable in her full white stretchy clothes, it all were adaptive to her ever moving hard curves, a deep cleavage fully exposed, white stockings evidencing her quad and calves that belonged to a Ms.Olympia of my times.

She smiled her perfect teeth down on me “Hello, John, let’s begin the exercises?”

And I thought that my physiotherapy would be dull. My major concern was the crystal clear hard on between my legs under the thin patient clothes. It was not just a hard on, my cock slept for two years and my whole body almost trembled for release, I just didn’t have the strength to shoot it. Without warning Nurse Jenkins would remove my bed sheet acknowledging my situation down there.

“You must feel so out of place with so many changes since your... misfortune.” She said kindly.

“...you bet...” I said looking directly at her glorious milky breasts as she took my temperature. “How long I’ll be able to walk again?” I asked as she removed the john between my legs. It was hard that kind of intimacy, and with a so beautiful woman was even harder.

She pinched softly my flaccid thin arm “Your muscles will recover faster than you imagine, don’t worry” I nodded as my eyes compared my arm with hers. It wasn’t even funny.

“Do you… do you workout?” I had to know how she got that big. Was natural? A consequence of my acts on Lucifer?

“Once a week… why? Do you thing I’m too big?” she said flexing her other arm while she massaged me with her hand. The short sleeve stretched and seemed to be projected to handling it. She saw my heartbeats jump over the monitor and added “Well, I think you do...”

“No… it’s just… I’m sorry this is so awkward…I feel pretty naked”

“You are naked” she joked. “But don’t worry, I’m here to help you, so you don’t have to be ashamed” she said looking at my cock hard “this is a very clear sign that you are very health.”

“Not as health as you…” and again I was hypnotized by her boobs, I couldn’t hold it. She gave me a soft ball to press but I couldn’t even squeeze it “I feel so weak”

“You must concentrate, did you ever lift weights? Is the same thing, on a smaller scale of course” she saw me staring at her quads “John… up here.”

“Sorry.”

“Try again” I tried to concentrate in my task, but then she moved the hair from her face making her arm to pop up. “Concentration, John!” Nurse Jenkins was starting to lose her patience. It only made my cock to sprout higher “At least we have one muscle that we don’t need to rehabilitate, right, John?”

“What should I do? Look at you! How can any male wouldn’t react like this!?”

She stood up. For a moment I thought that she would just throw me away over the window and finish Brenda’s work. But then she gave me a half smile. She went to the door, took a key from a pocket and locked it. My heart monitor beeped faster as she started to unbutton her uniform showing a tight bra that my head could fit in the cup.

“Now John, I’ll give something for you to concentrate faster.” She came closer and almost buried me in her breasts, inches from my face. “Take your hands and squeeze them hard.”

I was speechless.

“We don’t have all day, John”

At first I thought that was impossible for me to lift my arm any higher, but then it was stronger than me. I had to touch those mounds of flesh as my life depended on it. When I was almost touching it, she took a step back “it’ll be not so easy, you will have to deserve it.”

My arms vibrated with the effort. I took a deep breath and reached the bottom of Nurse Jenkins’s breasts. My mouth went wide as I felt its warmness and softness filling my palms.

“Squeeze them.”

My shaking hands squeezed each breast; my hands seemed tiny.

“Harder, John” With all forces in my body I grasped the heavenly bra, going further to reach her breasts. My monumental epic effort made her giggle, the weight of her breasts bouncing were unbearable to my hands. “You will recover very fast, John, I can see it” she said with an eye at my blood pressure as I continuously squeezed her breasts. I couldn’t even make a tiny dent in her flesh but was overwhelmingly satisfying. “That’s a good progress, but we have to stop now”

“No! Please! Don’t stop!”

“Baby steps, John, baby steps. Tomorrow we continue…” Nurse Jenkins saw my frustration as she tucked her bosons back in her uniform “Poor John… but don’t worry, you’ll have special care from now on, and very soon you will be able to walk again.” And she looked again at my cock that didn’t rest, she was really having pity of me and took a disposable glove from the table “only this time, okay, John” and in ten seconds massaging my cock I spurted so much that I broke my previous record with Lucille, Nurse Jenkins was impressed with the amount of semen, too impressed.

I slept like a baby. Who wouldn’t?

…

NINETEEN - Updating myself

My dad left me a portable internet browser to use in the hospital, I could finally update myself to 2012. I didn’t know where to begin: technology? science breakthroughs? the movies that I missed? I went to youtube to see the most popular videos of all time. In 8 videos of 10 dealt with amazons even bigger than Nurse Jenkins, the comments of pure awe, others of fear, conspiracy theories and uncertainties about the future of women... and men, by association of course.

One of those videos showed a very buff right-wing Ann Coulter about the ‘Survival of the Fittest: The Shock Treatment’, her new book. And she wasn’t just overall bigger; she had transformed herself into some kind of modern Nordic warrior using formal clothes that enhanced her already massive built. I always hated her, but I remember that a long time ago she was kind of hot and she got hot again. And she was a bully in interviews, a real troll. It didn’t changed. I despised her views about immigration, social security, foreign affairs, she was a McCarter wannabe, and she had one of the most watched videos in youtube. It was unsetting.

In her Oprah interview her muscular legs and arms were in full view. I was very pleased with youtube in real HD, I could see every little detail of her, and she wanted to show off. Her book had herself flexing to the lens and was a new best seller. WTF? To summarize it: men must learn their new place and women must teach them whatever it means. She also proclaimed to remove all men from army, firesquads, police saying that they are too weak for the task, that even senior male officers should be permanently retired because they wouldn’t accept the female authority, that US must act faster than other nations and terrorist groups, to act immediately.

Oprah only talked about how men could cope with being the weaker sex after millennia of a opposite world. Herself had gotten buffer and taller and that made her irritating voice even deeper. Seemed that all celebrities embraced the amazon way of life as a flag. Sure, it was the world I created for Lucille, all men were hardwired to femuscle.

Clearly Oprah had a more leftist opinion and both women battled for their views, but they were agreeing in more issues than I expected. Like leaving the army and police to the women.

I saw a new reality show ‘How to Deal with an Amazon Teenager’. A TV show about some girls who wanted to precipitate their new heights faster than they should. Most episodes had a stressed father and a hulking daughter out of control. Some fathers were literally abused by them, losing the house with her credit cards, others were expelled from their own houses or even living in a cage. Extreme cases. I hoped.

What impressed me was the size of those teenagers; the younger they were, easier for them to get bulkier and taller. And their natural muscles development at a rate five times faster than the boys, little girls outmatched boys every way by a wide margin. I didn’t expect that. It was assumed that those girls born in this new world would reach seven feet tall at the average age of fourteen. Amazing. They would reach the height of their fathers before ten years old, and far more stronger as well.

The amazon TV therapist explained that most teenagers have communication problems and teenager amazons are any different, and that they have hormonal rollercoasters. Or that they have mixed feelings about being stronger than the boys they like. All a bunch of excuses for their behavior. In the end her advice was: if your daughter is an amazon stronger than you, get out of her way. Because... teens don’t know what they want. Nice.

There were many videos on youtube of those girls showing up their development progress daily, several had mature women, even elders, all pleased that they seemed to age backwards. I could see the satisfaction sparkling from the eyes of those ladies; daring to use clothes that not even their daughters would use. Many had photo galleries from Facebook attached; and it felt like they were in some kind of discreet competition between themselves.

I entered in a profile of some 40ish heavyweight amazon; by the way, I observed that every woman taller than the ‘average man’ was already labeled as ‘amazon’. And that one had 6’11. She was dressed like we were in the 80’s with a big hair and neon unitard. Her body was unreal, muscles everywhere composing the hourglass feature that women have to have. She was just one of thousands, or millions, not sure. She had 500.000 friends on myspace and a youtube channel. I watched her videos perplexed not only with her beauty but also with her voice, it was melodic and yet rumbled the speakers and the cheap microphone she was using. Never saying anything useful or funny, she didn’t even bother to flex too much, maybe just twice in each video to make us seek out for more. She knew for what we were after. All of them knew.

But then I watched her first video, a no-make-up-boring-wrong-haircut-divorced former schoolteacher that was awestruck by little muscles growing all over her body two years ago. That was a transformation that must be scary to anyone near her. She grew almost a feet and half and had four times her previous weight. How?

And she wasn’t the only one, there were several of ‘internet celebrities’ that grew that fast. A emo girl in her 20ths, or a petite taiwanese, they all blew up to almost seven feet. What the hell? How could it be?

Then, I found mom.

She also had a youtube channel showing up her ‘progress’. That was really unexpected. I mean… I was in fucking coma, and she was doing home videos for youtube?

But her higher page views rank came from yesterday, telling the world that I came out of coma. She was drunk with happiness. It had a lot of messages from her ‘fans’ glad for her. And all of them asking about my reaction to the ‘new’ her. Well, my reaction was… weird. I found another channel with my sister and Brenda doing the same thing as mom, talking with an audience avid for their muscular sizes but pretending to not to be aware.

All women in the world became like them? Like mom, Nurse Jenkins, or even my sister and those ‘internet celebrities?’ I took the remote control and watched the news, and yes most women were bigger but not nearly as much them. 6 feet, 6’4 at the most, stronger than a guy, but still not nearly as big as them. What’s the catch?

Well, there is wikipedia. It was newly discovered ‘Queen bee Component’: if the women have lots of lovers their bodies would sprout, making men’s attention to be treated like a commodity; more lovers lead to more beauty and strength. Maybe I wasn’t the only one in the hospital silently worshipping Nurse Jenkins amazonian body.

That also meant there are women unhappy out there; bigger the amazon, more men they would attract, but the opposite was way more common. Must be hard to not develop at the same rate that those girls on Youtube with their countless male viewers. Most non-amazon women got deprived of lovers while few amazons had them at their feet. The only way to fight back in this battle was in the gym. And by this day, all women were strong, if not stronger, than men.

You can feel the heat of the situation, even the quiet little girls would rape a guy due to the pressure of male surplus. The paradigm shift happened while I was in coma. Many men felt abused by girls’ insecurities and desires. It was a women’s world. And surely didn’t seem that it would stop just there.

TWENTY - Facts of Life

In two weeks Nurse Jenkins recovered my ability to walk, still barely, but at least I could go to the bathroom by myself. The doctors were impressed. I had one year to fully recover my leg muscles. But I could go home.

My amazon mother, my (relatively) tiny father, and my (now big) sister guided my wheelchair to a room full of photographers and reporters. Looked like I was in the news, and curious of my perception of the New World. The doctor reported them that my case was very rare, that most deep coma patients couldn’t even get out of it, much less without any brain damage. And they asked me:

“Mr. John, for two year a lot had changed, any shock seeing the new world for the first time.”

I look at my mother and sister, both over seven feet high and muscular like an ox and answered “The last time I saw my mother, she was shorter than me” and the reporters laughed. “And that’s it, bigger, but still my mother” and prettier, voluptuous, stronger, but I kept those words to myself. A stern reporter addressed her:

“Ms. Brettwood, the lactohealing treatment has anything with it?” What the hell was lacto... healing?

The doctor interrupted the interview, the reporters asked a more couple of questions to me, but we were done. I didn’t know why.

At home, mom took me in her arms and put me over the bed, I couldn’t avoid to feel her biceps under me or her large breasts pushing me at my side, totally fucking distracting. My bedroom was in the same shape as I left it. There was a new computer that mom bought for me. “Now I have to go, your sister will be with you, okay?”

Sandy entered my room ducking to not hit her head on the door frame “gee, we need to change this. How are you, big brother?”

“Better, I guess. I don’t feel sick anymore at last.”

She sat on my bed and her weight shifted me into her legs “poor brother, I got so big and strong, and you got so weak and... ” I could feel some disgust as she was going to say the latter.

“I’ll get better.”

“Not like this...” and she flexed her arm “can you guess the size of it? Twenty inches, for each month you were in coma my arm grew half an inch”

“Fascinating.” I tried to not pay attention to the huge bulge in front of me.

“And I grew over a foot while you were out, I’m 6’9, just an inch shorter than mom. And I’m only sixteen... I can pull dad’s car, did you know that? I can lift grandma’s piano, really, I’m so strong now that is difficult to not start lifting things up.” She left the bed and took the side of my iron bed and lifted me and the bed some inches above the floor with two fingers “see?” I couldn’t react right away. She kept flexing her fingers rocking it slowly. “I love being that strong, it gives me freedom, do you know what I mean? I can go anywhere, no one can mess with me. That’s too bad for you, didn’t it?”

“What you mean?”

“I can go anywhere, but you... you can’t go nowhere. Women nowadays are aggressive.”

“Stop it!” but she kept on the side of my bed moving her fingers, her biceps fully charged and huge.

“Women are desperate for more men... and you...”

“What about me?” she saw my cock half hard in my pants.

“You are such an easy target.” She was right, I could worship even my sister muscles, even trying to not to. Sandy gave me a smirk like she could hear my thoughts “take a nap, little brother, I will fix some soup for you” ...little brother? Was I in some FMG story?

Later mom came back from the gym, she entered my bedroom still soaked with her shiny athletic classy attire. I could see every pumped muscle, even her nipples were big. She kissed my forehead and the weight of her breasts pressed into my chest “slept well?” I just nodded. If Sandy’s biceps were in the twenty inches helm, mom had it at least twenty two. “I’ll take a shower and then we can have a little talk...”

“...sure” Little Talk always mean something that I may not like. What could it be? She left again for her shower and I looked at her back ducking into the doorway. Her legs were amazingly big, bulging with each heavy but gracious step. Luck me she didn’t took out my blanket. She would have a not so good surprise. Shit, I had to control it... hot mom now. I wondered how dad dealt with her.

While she went to her bedroom, I found an old photo of her. Me and her posing over a bridge. I was taller than her at that time. To me that time was some weeks ago. She had the same red hair, the only thing in common between then and now. In the photo she looked like in her 50s, with a double chin, now she’s something like 35, mature but still young. She remembered me of that red hair girl of the Mad Men and Firefly, I never imagined she could turn out as pretty as that girl.

I turned the TV on to forget the dirty thoughts. Various shows already incorporated the amazonian reality, actresses that were borderline anorexic now flaunted their heavier, sinuous hard bodies for the audience. It helped the ratings. Those shows showed the new feminine attitude towards men; in comedies they were bosses unintentionally taunting their male employees clueless about their new bodies and strength. In dramas men were losing their self respect and prestige and a young amazon devouring their lives. New actresses emerged, but seeing an amazon Jessica Alba and a super tall Megan Fox made me lost some time whacking off. On the verge of my climax, mom open my door without knocking. I had to hid my tool faster than light. If she hadn’t to duck to enter, she would have caught me.

She was wearing a robe and a had a towel wrapped on her head. I could see that her feet didn’t have the ugly bunions anymore, its dried look was replace by a flawless skin that only babies have. Her feet were perfect. Like Sandy, she sat on my bed, pulling me to her. I felt like a kid again and mom was the most beautiful lady I ever saw. She crossed her legs and her calves jumped from the robe. I was struggling to not let her stunning muscular amazon body to control mine. I look up passing my eyes over breasts bigger than my head to meet her serious gaze, and it made me uncomfortable.

“Johnny... you know that the Phenomenon affects the entire female body...”

“...yes...” Shit, what kind of little talk was this? Facts of Life 2.0?

“...and you are too fragile, a little cold can knock you down completely...”

“...yes..”

“...your immunologic system needs to be rebuild”

“...okay...”

“And a woman breast...” a look down at her giant conical breasts, where any hint of cleavage was deeper than any cleavage of the past years “...can cure you, make you healthier, safer.” Oh, no, she wanted someone to breastfeed me? “Our milk is now potent, have very powerful healing properties...”

“Healing properties...”

“yes. Most diseases can be cured with our milk, its a gift. Even broken bones can heal faster, in a matter of weeks. Bruises, wounds... even neurological diseases, some believe that even can revert the aging process.”

“Really?” I look at her eyes, proud of stating all of this to me “That’s... amazing... amazing milk. It works for anyone?

“Only men, women don’t need it.”

“Must be expensive, only amazons can have it, right?”

“The more profound are the Changes, more powerful the milk.” She said profound? Mom was always kind of mystical.

“That’s something... it can cure AIDS, cancer, things like that?”

“It helps the body to fight those diseases, more powerful the milk, more chances to survive” At least something turn out better for men. Maybe that’s why everyone are embracing the new amazon way of life so easily.

“And where we buy it? I mean... lactating amazons must be hard to find. It must be expensive. We can afford?”

“That’s the thing Johnny...” she said caressing my chin, her muscular arms occupied my view “every amazon mother can lactate... if she reaches the right size.” I look down and her cleavage got wilder, like her breasts were pushing the robe by themselves.

“Do you... mean... mean...”

“Yes, Johnny, I can... and every day I went to the gym to be stronger, bigger, for a more potent milk... that could help to take out of your coma.”

“You got all this big for me?”

“Well, it was not terrible, quite the opposite, I feel better than ever.” I could see her eyes and smile sparkling into me. “Some months ago I started to lactate, my breasts doubled their size, the doctors didn’t want to try. They called nonsense. So I made it in secret for the first weeks. But, now, look at you...”

“You gave me your milk? How?”

“Breast pumps... but those are silly details...”

“Wait a minute... do you want me to drink it?” I looked again at her creamy white globes emerging from her robe. She wanted me to suck them like a baby?

“The milk cannot get cold... it has to be consumed immediately or its healing capabilities would be lost... so, Johnny, relax and don’t byte” And she opened her robe... I never saw such breasts as big as those. It would beat Sarenna in shape, Tiffany Towers in size, Aldama in softness. And my enhanced mother’s face above it.

“Mom, no way...” I tried to cover her breasts, but my entire body was weaker than a finger of hers.

“I knew you would resist... I’m your mother, that’s natural” she lectured me with her breasts almost slapping my face.

“Mom, I have 20... 22? But I’m too old... I mean, I’m not a baby!”

“John, don’t argue with me” and she took me to her ample lap “this milk will make you walk again in no time. And until then I’ll come here every night and make you healthier” She shove her breasts into my mouth and I slapped them away, her heavy breasts only jiggled and a spurt of milk hit my face “John, don’t make me do it in the hard way” she talked to me like I was a kid avoiding shower. Didn’t she know how her muscles and size were teasing me? It was the devil. She saw that I had a fully hardon in my PJ? It was wrong. “Open your mouth, John” she ordered me like she was giving me a bitter sirup. Her shoulders and neck muscles were a little more evident than some minutes ago, she was getting frustrated. I saw in her eyes that she would never give up of this crazy idea.

She took a teat and pointed to my mouth, with her other hand she pushed me to her gigantic breasts dropping the milk. They seemed even more conical, almost pointing up, its size, shape and softness were a paradox, they were too heavy and gravity didn’t make them sag an inch. Her milk filled my mouth and I gagged, I didn’t expect that would be so much. I look up at her and she seemed to be relieved, perhaps she can’t hold that much milk, her breasts were too full.

“The other one” she said as she moved my head to the other nipple. The milk exited from her breast like a jet, I took four or five large gulps, but her milk overflowed my mouth. “That feels so better...” she said with a voice deeper than the usual and corrected herself with her normal everyday voice “I mean... it was so full, keeping it inside... now let me clean you, you are soaked” and she took the towel from her head letting her wet long hair to cover her face. She almost touched my stupid penis if I not had prevented first “it’s okay, mom, I still can clean myself”

“Sure you do, honey” she didn’t called me honey since I was like... five. It was my coma that took too hard on her, she must thought that she lost me, and being so female as she became, her maternal instincts were too strong to be hold. “Now, I’ll fill the bathtub so I can clean you properly.”

“What?” She ignored my protests again. There was no way to be reasonable to her. My bathtub sessions with her I’ll keep to myself. She called my hard cock of ‘little winie’ for god’s sake.

TWELVE - I’m Too Slow

In the next day I woke up more energetic than one could hope. I almost felt that I could walk without help, I took the first step and ended down to the floor with a ‘thump!’ Sandy heard and entered my bedroom banging her head on the door frame. It filled her furious, I never saw an amazon angry. On the floor, I saw her to strike the wood frame with a single punch “fuckin door!” pieces of wood splattered over the floor. She went closer of me “are you all right?” she was in her casual ballerina outfit with heavy duty boots and dark make up. Her black fishnet over pink stockings promoted even more her huge quads. Her black skirt hardly covered her pink panties.

“I’m okay... I just fell...” I said.

“You can’t take care of yourself, don’t you? I called Brenda to come over tomorrow, be nice to her, she got very sad of what happened. She felt very bad.” Sandy kept talking down at me without helping me to get back to bed. “Well, we all know that was your fault and not hers” she said walking by my side “here, let me help you” Sandy threw me on the bed and went on talking “a lot of things happened to us while you were out, a lot of... boys...” she giggled “but Brenda and me never get them enough.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“More boys means more growth, more growth means more boys. Haven’t you hear of it?”

“Yes, I’ve heard of it.”

“So, Brenda gave me her brothers for full dedication on me...” she giggled again “...and I was thinking in let her use you for a while.”

“What? Use me? Are you nuts?”

“It’s just sex, Johnny, what’s the problem? A seven foot big breasted babe like me doesn’t turn you on?”

“You two talk about this? About sharing me... what the hell?”

“The world changed, brother... don’t act like a jerk, women don’t like that”

“I’m the jerk? I’m not a thing that you can give to someone else.”

“Be nice to Brenda, after a bj from her you will see the world differently.”

“But she’s the girl that made me into a coma... ahhh, fuck. Listen, help me to get downstairs, I’m tired of staying here.” Sandy made a face and took me on her back. “Hey, just help me to walk!”

“You are too slow.”

Downstairs she left me on the couch in front of the big TV, went to the fridge to pick up a bucket of Hagen Dazs. For more she changed, Sandy hadn’t changed at all. Unlike mom, who believes that the changes are for a better world, Sandy perceived the changes in a more egoistical manner. “My legs are bigger than hers” she mumbled about the new improved Beyonce on TV. I could feel some tension coming from her quips “she should be bigger than me with all her fans and all” she said taking off her boots and trying to fit her body in the three seat sofa.

I changed channels to some news network. But Sandy just reach the remote from my hands to put it on a shitty MTV reality show. “Hey, I wanted to see the news.”

“You don’t really want a remote control fight with me, do you?” she casually flexed her arm, making her pecs and huge breasts to bounce in her tight pink leotard.

“God, I can’t believe you are my sister. You are the worst person I ever met”

“This ice cream is soooo tasty, I need more” Sandy took the tiny cell phone deeply buried in her breasts “Hi, daddy, we need more ice cream... yes that right, write down Mocha Almond Fudge. Did you wrote it down? Last time you bought the wrong one, you don’t want that to happen again, remember? Mocha Almond Fudge, and I want three cups this time. Bye”

“What the hell was that? Were you ordering dad? He’s not your delivery boy.”

“You talk too much, want to get back to bed?” I quietly watched the stupid TV. I saw that Sandy was really bigger than any of those celebrities and it didn’t make sense. Her legs in those silk and fishnet stockings screamed out her definition and size, most of her new height came from her new longer legs. Each of them were wider than my chest.

“How did you got so big?” I asked harshly.

“Do you really want to know? It is not pretty.”

“Hit me.”

Sandy muted the TV and yawned lazily, slowly stretching her body and muscles over the couch “it’s really something, doesn’t it?” she said looking at her own arms flexing it. She did it a lot. Like a kid who is in love with the new toys. “Brenda and Me are the tallest and strongest of whole school. No one touches us, I mean... if we let them.... they wouldn’t leave us alone” she laughed.

“I still don’t get it” I played dumb. I wanted to hear her explanation. “How did you got this size, while celebrities... ”

“Don’t you know yet? Those losers whacking on us over a screen may help, no one is sure about it. But surely is not the same at all as... physical. Is like the boys have a battery inside of them charging us, but they get wasted, we have to take another one”

“Wasted?”

“Yeah, is kind of bummer, I really liked some of them, but in the long run they don’t... fulfill like they should. Pity. In the end of the last year, me and Brenda wasted all boys in the school. But they can recharge, kind of, if no other girl gets in the middle.”

“That’s... how much the guys... last with you?”

“Some weeks at the most. I discovered that the more they resist us, bigger is the payoff, weird how things work, hmm? Now imagine you little brother, two years, and zap! You’re here. You must have plenty of energy to make any girl happy” I didn’t like her half smile at me.

“But how do you know guys have this... energy?”

“If my nipples get hard...”

“Stop. That’s... too much information... and the other girls at school?”

“They just hate us, they wish us to drop dead. I don’t care. As long as I can steal every boyfriend of them”

“But... that’s mean, don’t you think?” With that body she could seduce and devour any man in this new world.

“Don’t patronize me. If I weren’t at the top of the food chain then would be another girl. I would also hate her. It’s just the way things are. You should be glad that I aint another mouse like those girls. And wasn’t me who created these rules, I’m just a victim like anyone else” and she caressed the huge mass of muscles that were her legs “although, a happy victim.”

What she said sunk into me, was me that created those rules. “What you do with the boys after they were... drained?”

“They got needy, always wanting more, some are a pain the ass. Specially those inexperienced geeks. But nothing than a brutal persuasion doesn't resolve. And they’re so weak in bed... just a flex of my pec makes them wet their pants.”

“I guess, near you, everyone is weak.” It wasn’t any praise but made her conceited smile appear.

“truth. You should come with me to the gym, it would give you some perspective of how strong I’ve became”

“Why do you even bother to go there? You don’t need to get any stronger, right?” I wasn’t any comfortable to know that she wanted more.

“Well, I don’t want to be all breasts. I want legs. A super round butt. Arms to crush my lovers...” she said it in an almost maniacal laugh “I have goals, Johnny.”

“There is always a bigger fish, you know...”

“It’s just a matter of time... I’m only sixteen... seventeen next month. You’ll see, I’ll be even bigger than mom”

“How did she got so big?”

“Well, she read about this weird rumor about amazon’s milk having healing powers soon after you crashed your head. Didn’t she told you that yet?”

“...no...” I had to lie, it was already awkward enough “well... she told me parts of it. But how she got this big? Dad has some infinity... battery?”

“Hell, no. Dad was crushed when she decided to get so strong. Because... you know... she needed other men to get there.”

“No way... Did she cheated on dad? Because of me? Where did she find other... men?”

“Around, in the neighborhood, at her work, I guess. After she reached a size is very easy, really. Some even came here searching for her after she discarded them. Mom hated when they did that, one even went to the hospital, with a broken nose, some ribs crushed. But remember, she did it all for you.” Sandy put on her heavy black boots over her delicate feet and stood up stretching once more. Her hands touched the high ceilings easily, ripping her clothes in some places. I got amazed by how sexual she became, everything she wore would call her a slut, her nipples appeared clearly in her almost translucent pink leotard outfit. But no one would dare to call her a slut. In this reality amazons seemed to have the right to dress in such fashion anywhere, absorbing all attention from all those who haven’t the same right. “We have some visit...”

“What?” and someone knocked the door “do you have some kind of enhanced 6th sense too?”

“No... I just can hear better than you... by the footsteps there are three people outside.” It was getting scary... the amazons had enhanced hearing too? Had she better eyes too? She opened the large door refitted for an amazons home, and made an annoyed face as she sees three of my buddies “Oh... you.” She just acknowledged them and sat back on the couch with her arrogant large strides.

“John! You came back from the dead!” It were Bill, Mark and Jim. We knew each other since kids. Mark went to the same college as me. They asked me about everything and updated me on the rest, they had a lot to tell. But I could see that their attention was solely diverged to my sister reading something on her lap internet pad. Even being much older than her, they behaved so immaturely that I got almost got ashamed of them. And they already had a lot of action in my time, we weren’t dweebs. But Sandy just ignored them.

At one moment Jim stopped in mid-sentence as Sandy shifted her position in the couch, her bubble butt in her skimpy clothes made quite a view for them. Was she doing on purpose? Making a show? And every time she did anything, like taking a glass from the table, making a fortuitous flex, Jim stammered his speech.

“What’s the problem with you?” I asked. Bill and Mark look at each other laughing. Bill went on my ear:

“He’s pilling up for her for over a year...” Jim just made a face for him to be quiet. Of course she heard, she had powerful ears now. I look at her and she seemed unaffected, but I swear that her nipples got more stiff when he entered.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked, but surely they couldn’t tell me at her side. They helped me to get outdoors where Bill rolled a joint. But what if she still could hear us?

“Jim is avoiding to do any girl in hope to get back with your sister again”

“Really? You two got together? And you never saw any other girl because of her? For how long?” I asked.

“A year” Jim said.

“That’s... kind of crazy, Jim...”

“I would wait a decade if that meant to be with her again” Jim’s words sounded like agony to me rather than just a crush. “She’s sooo beautiful now... did you saw the size of her breasts? Of her arms? Shit, I’m drooling”

“Yes, you are drooling, Jim. Since when you are for big strong girls like her?” and I thought that making all man’s desires to be like mine was a good idea.

“I don’t know... but I can’t take Sandy out of my mind, man, is crazy. You should have sex with a amazon like her to understand me” As matter of fact, I had. Maybe I was the first one guy do so. Lucille. Will she visit me? Does she even remember me? Fucking bitch.

“And Brenda? I’ve heard she is... like Sandy”

“Oh, yes” said Mark “my brother said that she and your sister rule the school with an iron fist. If they doesn’t like a guy they shove them out of their way. And no one complains... odd, isn’t? By the way, Brenda is way meaner than Sandy.”

“Yes...” Bill complemented “...Brenda made the Principal to get fired because he was caught trying to bury his face in her breasts... people said that was a setup made by her” Yes.. I heard this story before... with me, instead. And Bill continued: “If that wasn’t enough, she trashed his car with her bare hands... soon after he was caught. She’s such a drama queen, everyone said that tearing a car apart was justified, and yet everyone knows she slept with the whole school. Even teachers.”

“Fuck me. How tall is she” I asked

“7 feet or higher, strong as a bull... but sexy as a kitten” It made my head spin, she would be here tomorrow. Bigger than ever. And she was already big. I wanted to talk more but the joint had made my weak legs weaker. I had to lay down. We entered and they helped me to the couch. I was almost sleeping again, when they were going home, I stopped Jim:

“Hey, Jim stay a minute” Jim wanted a shot with my sister, if that was what he wanted, that would be what he would get. That’s what friends are for. “there is a lot of new movies, show me what I’ve lost” That excuse was cheap enough so he understood my intentions right away. I think my sister too, because she just made a bored sigh and went away to upstairs making the heavy squeaky noises on the wooden floor to cry even more. Jim was sweating. “So, what I’ve lost?” I asked.

Upstairs, Jim started various torrents for me. Internet got super duper faster than the last time I used two and a half years ago. And Jim was bitchin because my connection was too slow for him. While he did it I took my walker and said that I was going to the bathroom.

Like an old lady I slowly approached my sister’s bedroom; Sandy was in her bed, had her eyes closed listening her loud earbuds rocking her body unaware that I was there staring by the door. I shouted at her, not loud enough for Jim to hear, but she kept wobbling her head making her large breasts to waggle violently and her legs to swing over the large iron double bed. I got near her and shouted louder. Sandy was totally into her heavy soft rock yelling at her ears. It was like an old ipod commercial. But hyper extravagant. I could listen everything coming from her high pressure earbuds. I was sure that it would make anyone deaf, with that eeeeeeeee for hours. To her was normal listening volume. And of course it was blocking any sound that I could make.

With the walker I was unable to reach her, she kept mimicking the vocals and dancing with her eyes shut. Every muscle exploded as the music was reaching its climax, and I saw her pink nylon stockings starting to rip over her quads as she flexed them as a part of the dance. Not only her quads but over her huge calves, then her fishnet black stocking started to burst with her hysteric dancing. Her leotard started to rip around her overflowing breasts. Her black skirt went all up exposing her vast legs entirely. I never saw someone so filled of energy. She could be doing this for a hour without a sweat whatsoever.

At the moment I thought to leave. Her leotard was ready to burst exposing her overwhelming breasts. But the music stopped before and she opened her eyes to change the music. “What are you doing here?” she asked removing her earbuds and the music was even louder than I imagined.

“How can you hear at that volume? Want to be deaf? Since when earbuds are that powerful?”

“They are new ones, special ones. Dad bought to me last week. I can’t get tired of them, if you guys could hear that loud...”

“By the way, your clothes are collapsing...” I said as she looks down at herself.

“Already?!” She moved her pumped leg closer to her face; she still had a very good flexibility with all those heavy muscles and it made the stockings to tear a little more.

“What did you expect using such a tight clothes? Look, I came here to make a deal...”

“A deal? Sounds interesting... just a minute” she said flaring her back muscles making me gulp as her huge breasts got lifted up, and the ripping noise made some more few strings to tear “...more comfortable now... what was you were saying? A deal?”

“I will do whatever you want with Brenda, but...”

“...but?”

“You need to make Jim happier”

She stood up looking down at me over her breasts shadowing me: “No. Fucking. Way...”

“He is depriving himself of any other girl because of you!”

“So what? A lot of guys try this. Better guys, more appealing than him. Real men, not some sort of short dick... nerd” she went to mirror to check the damage on her clothes, flexing to make it even more useless than before.

“He’s doing it for a year already!”

“Call him back next year and we see if he have a better luck next time.”

“Look, I’ll take Brenda gladly, I’ll make whatever she wants with me... drink up my energy or whatever...”

She came back over me with her unusual glorificus stride: “Who said you have an option on that?”

“Please, Sandy, what it will cost you?”

“He smells!”

“He doesn’t... smell. Make him take a shower, brush his teeth... he worships you, he worships the floor you walk.”

“One year... you said?”

“One year only thinking in this moment.”

“Okay. But bring me a bottle of something, something heavy. Tequila, an expensive one. Maybe drunk I can cope with it.”

“Be nice to him.”

“Be nice to him? He wants sex or what?” she said fixing her hair and readjusting her breasts in the leotard.

“But just don’t tell anything about this, okay?”

“ok, cupid. Now go find me some Tequila”

I went back to my bedroom and said to Jim “you know what would be nice? Tequila.”

“Cold beer would be better, don’t you think?”

“Sandy prefers Tequila.”

“Ok, I’m going. Anything more?”

“She likes the expensive ones”.

“Ok” In a flash he was in his car like a teenager who would have sex for the first time. I took a cigarette from his pack. My first cigarette in two years. Then I just heard Sandy heavy steps coming closer and she opened my door.

“Are you smoking?!” Sandy yelled at me.

“It’s just a puff.”

She went to my direction and smashed the burning cigarette with her palm “if I see you smoke again, I’ll tell mom.”

“Dad smokes too.”

“She made him quit a year ago. In the hard way. Do you want that too?” she crossed her arms over me demonstrating her authority.

“Okay, whatever you wish.” I wasn’t in the mood into arguing about that. But it made me wonder if I should. It was over limits. She crossed the line. Instead I went to the computer to check the movies Jim was downloading. Sandy quit slamming the door. Didn’t she burn her hand by my cigarette? Not even a little?

I don’t know about everyone else, but I couldn’t allow every women in my life to boss me around like this, from family to any other girl in college or whatever. I was conflicted, I wanted women to dominate me, to make me their pleasure toy, but the price was too high to afford. It was suffocating to be in that house, Sandy or mom could hear any noise I could make, or smelling my cigarette smoke even with the doors closed. I felt like being surrounded by security cameras.

My only hope was to find Lucifer’s folder again to create a more bearable reality than this one. But until then, I had to comply. Obviously many guys suffered for not doing so. Meditating on the matter, this reality would make collapse any equal rights ideals. Women would driven to be more and more narcissistic and egoistical, while men become drones; even marriage or stable relationships would be things of the past. Like my own freedom in this house.

This bittersweet female dominance had to be changed immediately. I had to stop my own creation. I called my college to know where are all the stuff from my old dorm. That I needed my computer back. They didn’t know where it was. It was already a beaten old machine two years ago, it had to be trashed. I had to go back there, as soon as possible, as soon as I start to walk normally again.

In minutes Jim was back with his bottle. Two bottles. “I didn’t know what she would like more, the white or the yellow one” Sandy probably treated him like shit and he praised her like a queen. He had to ask ‘please’ for enhancing her with his recharged ‘reserves’ of this weird sex worshipping magic. How would be like little girls and boys growing up in this reality? Girls learning that to be a succubus, the only way to stand out above the others; and what remains for the boys is to hope to be pick and be accepted by their new owners like some divine entity.

We went downstairs to watch some of his movies, sometimes I miss Sandy to pick me up, the stair steps were too hard for my condition. She was there watching another MTV reality show still in her ragged clothes. Jim was salivating again with a stupid stare at his face. And in a stupid reality like this, I felt like I was watching a National Geographic on location: a special about Amazons and dweebs mating. I understood Sandy’s resistance to mate Jim. He was insecure, sweating and overreacting at everything. Including laughing out loud to any lame jokes on the program that Sandy was watching.

By her part, she didn’t pay any attention to him. Yet. I opened the first bottle and Jim fixed some margaritas. It wasn’t the proper glass but who cares? It was alcohol. Half an hour later, the first bottle was gone. Jim tried to follow her thirsty drinking velocity, but she was at least the double or triple of his weight and he got drunk faster than he should. “Take it easy, Jim...” but he was on autopilot:

“Sandy... I really lov... I mean, I dig you.” Shit, the male brain melted over those two years?

She turned slowly to him like he was from another planet and blasted a belly laugh. He laughed with her. Jim... what an idiot, she’s laughing at you, not with you. To her must be really amusing to have an older guy falling into her like this. Jim had any self respect and was sinking lower.

“To tell the truth I don’t... I don’t know... I really want to kiss you” he said and she stopped laughing. Still amused she puts her feet over the tiny table in front of the couch and said:

“ok, Jim if you are so desperate to love me, you can start loving my feet” and I moved away from there. I had enough from Jim and Sandy love-lust story. It was the first time I was taking the stairs alone. I breath deeply and took a step at a time over my fours. In the middle of the climbing I looked back and Sandy threw Jim over the couch smashing her body over his. My job was done. If Jim would be alive next morning wasn’t my problem.

At night, hours later, after some precious sleep, someone opened my door. In the dim light, by the volume of its frame could be Sandy. I closed my eyes. Maybe sleeping she wouldn’t bother me. Not so luck. She turned a lamp on over my table and was mom. She went in my direction. Dressed for the night in a tiny dress and high heels, she sat on my bed and woke me up:

“Ready for another healing session?” I was getting tired of being harassed by their monstrously perfect bodies; of them acting like it was normal to have such muscles and breasts. And this accidental teasing, that anyone would call incest, unhealthy, wrong, was only in my head. Mom and Sandy acted innocent. It made me feel ashamed and guilt. And one thing Sandy told me that afternoon stuck in my mind: ‘the more they resist, bigger the payoff.’

“Mom, do we really...” and she put a finger over my mouth while opening her dress from behind with the other hand. I was Marty McFly waking up by the Lea Thompsom’s large prosthetics in Biff Tannen’s Las Vegas reality. I wondered if dad was aware of my ‘treatment’.

My mother, Sharon, always took matter in her own hands. She was head of the family but she respected dad’s loony decisions in life. She never said that his attempts in screenwriting were pitiful, pathetic, a waste of time, as they were to me. Her support saved him from going mental over the last 20 years. Mom tells their story begun with something she read from him. The man was just a writer wannabe but ended into accounts service. And every night he spent his free time alone in his desk board near the window typing until he slept on the chair drunk with beer. And yet mom never let him down. Until now, I guess... having affairs with several men. How he accepted it?

I saw that she was a little more jumpy than the usual. I always knew when they were keeping a secret from me. She was anxious, blinking her eyes faster than usual. She opened her dress to let the huge intricate bra to be released at my face. It went up and down with her respiration, but I kept my eyes on hers “Is something wrong?”

She could help but tell me “your dad sold the Acceptance! Don’t tell Sandy. Don’t tell Richard that I told you!”

“He sold that project? That pet project he never had the guts to end?” Of course he hadn’t... it stinks.

“Yes!” she held her enthusiasm so Sandy couldn’t hear.

“How much?” I asked. We never had much money, if wasn’t for grandma monthly money I wouldn’t be in college.

“I don’t know exactly, but is seven figures for the script!”

“Fuck me!? Real?”

“Half prepaid, half entering in production... your father finally has a career!”

“But... how? He tried to sell that before...”

“Well, he got... inspired...” she said looking down at her breasts. Oh, shit, she’ll talk about them again “It was the most magical thing, for a moment I thought he lost his gift. His light. Blocked. Depressed. I was... well, not in home, I felt guilty. Richard wrote less and less and drunk more and more until he got sick.” And that was how dad dealt with her affairs, abandoning his work, to make her responsible for his failure in life.

“So, you started to tit... treat him?”

“Yes, in the first days it cleared his mind, healing it, he could focus again. I never saw such dedication from him. He was gifted again... because of my breasts” she said caressing them. “And now he’s the man I fell in love again.. I need to get them bigger for him, a more powerful milk, for both of you” she lost any shame to talk about her healing breasts with me. Sure, I sucked them all night, we had to have some intimacy about it. But nothing coming from her mouth had any sexual weight, was my body reaction that made me so uncomfortable.

She was so proud of herself and of what her body could do, so full of joy and such blissfulness that I didn’t protest that night. She just handheld me to her nipples and turned off the lights.

TWENTY ONE - Last Days at Home

In the next day dad bought for Sandy and me some expensive gifts, needless stuff like watches and ipods, before dropping the A-Bomb.

Sandy went speechless, wandering her eyes at our old modest suburb home like it was for the last time. She suffocated dad with embraces and kisses. Not only it was a lot of money for us, but it was a selling for a major studio. And a 7-figure first deal was very rare. Sandy floated thinking in the possibilities of meeting stars and a life of glamour. By the number of clothes Sandy collected for the last years, she was a compulsive shopper. No more cheap clothes from the mall, it was Rodeo Drive, a sports car, servants. I had to calm her a little bit; it was just a fat check, not yet a new way of living.

I went to the fridge and took some water. I filled a glass and drunk it in large gulps. Dad and Sandy were looking at me puzzled.

“What?” I asked.

“Are you walking?” they asked back. I look at the walker far away from me, in two days I had recovered what would be two months of intense exercises; exercises that I should be doing. Fuck me, I thought, it was working. I was healing. Like magic, as she said. I took a chair by my side. The world was spinning too fast. In my head I knew it was just the first thrills of the roller coaster; in my guts was the anticipation of a dangerous ride building up.

Of course everyone forgot my little step for a man to check the fat check with a lot of zeros. Mom entered the kitchen with a large chocolate cake with trillions of calories with the word ‘Acceptance’ over it, the name of my father’s script in creamy white milk. Dad was saved from the loser’s grave, finally he could support our family. Her milk saved me and dad from the dead. To tell the truth, neither me or him deserved it.

Sharon, the super mom, looked down at us together like she was picturing the frame, the painting she created with her own hands... or breasts, that she let quite evident that day wearing a blue sweater so tight that would make any catholic priest to rethink his life. It became her most precious asset and she wore it with proud.

Of course everything had a price, Sandy later told me that mom lost all her old close friends. She couldn’t even attend the church like before. It doesn’t matter how she hid her body every Sunday, her voluptuousness was blasphemous. And it was a year ago, before her most drastic growth. Even her job in her finance office was questioned, many people spread the rumor that she was too flirtatious with her bosses, that many fell in some ardent passion, compulsion or love with her. Even saying that she used them for worship sessions. Imagination at work. It had to be. Mom always had a strict moral code. Had? One famous astronomer said that in sex, nothing is impossible. I had to wonder what kind of clothes would be conservative enough for an office in that body of hers. Trying to hide such impressive body like this could produce the most unwanted unintentional effects over men.

When our parents left us alone again, I could ask Sandy: “So, you and Jim... he didn’t hurt you, right? He didn’t got too tough on you, right?”

“Poor Jim. He was really needing it. Desperately.”

“Did he smell?”

“No... he smelled quite nice...” This time Sandy wore less revealing clothes, a tight black tee and army pants. She seemed to be at ease, in peace, maybe the waves of good news coming one after the next, maybe Jim touched her somewhere, something made her lighter. “He’s pretty good with his mouth... why I’m telling you this? And I had all kind of guys, but he... let’s put this way, he knows a lot about female anatomy...”

“But that was that... special?” I sounded like Sex and the City but I was that curious.

“I never... I mean, most guys... fall in sleep before I get there... Listen to me, Johnny, a lesson for all your futures adventures...” Was she lecturing me about sex? “An amazon like me, an orgasm is very easy but that one is not just nearly enough, or two... or even three. So you have to master the art, ask him, Jim is very...” she licked her lips “...skilled. I should make him my slave and keep him in my closet.”

“I think he would accept it.”

“I know he will” she laughed.

“Wait... are you serious?”

“Why not? Instead of some vibrator, I’ll have my little slave waiting to service me. Any time, any moment. There is no other use for him...” her nipples were loving the thought. The scary part was that Jim would pay to be in her closet. “But I will feed him” she joked. “I’ll make him as part of my stuff, like the teddies, the shoes... to make company to Tommy while I’m with another guys.”

It was the female avenger, the Gengis Kunt, taking all guys into her web sucking their lives. Sandy was greedy, possessive, insensible towards other people’s feelings. Part of me regretted to make Jim part of her... ‘stuff’. But then Jim didn’t really loved her, and should know with what he was messing with. I never said that Sandy had a heart, I think I never said anything good about her at all.

“Brenda is parking outside...” she said it looking at the ceiling focusing her acute hearing; I started to sweat. “...now its our part of the deal... brother” she pocked me with her finger on my soft thin belly and it hurt. But I was brave.

“I’m... I’m ready. How tall you said she become? 7 feet?” I got that feeling that grows in your stomach when the teacher calls your presentation.

“Don’t be nervous. 7 feet and she’s 18, perfectly legal, bro. No excuses this time” Sandy went to the front door to hug her. She was taller than Sandy indeed. Same height as mom; before she had a plain look, no hair style, a beauty that needed yet to be discovered. I just couldn't believe how drop-dead gorgeous this muscular girl become. Not just muscular, her shoulders were incredibly wide, clearly more that twice as wide as mine, capped with bowling-ball sized delts in strange harmony with her wasp-like waist and hips. Her legs were massive and looked absolutely huge compared with her small, muscular waist. Her physique could match my mother’s if she had bigger breasts. Finally I could absorb myself in such big muscles, I couldn’t do it with mom or Sandy, sure, it had to be sin to pay such keen attention to each cleavage of muscle in their bodies. Now, with Brenda, I couldn’t help myself but stare at her gorgeous calves, two heads of muscles, or her new twenty something biceps, she was a muscle nirvana.

Brenda ran at my direction lifting me to her face. “John, John, John... you’ll ever forgive me? It was all my fault...” She was stronger than me before the coma, but now, I got much more weaker and she built muscles over muscles, powerful muscles that could break my bones like a twig.

“It was nobody’s fault, Brenda. I just fell.”

“Are you sure?” She asked. It was such a contrast between her tender pleading face and her scaring muscular definition.

“Yes... everything is fine now” I said as her eyes watered a little and she smothered me into her large breasts covering my ears.

“I’ll protect you, John, no harm in this world can touch you anymore” I hardly heard her inside her breasts. Her heartbeats were louder in there. When she embraced me I thought that would be crushed, that I would gave in and die again. But she held me carefully like I was some fragile vase. It doesn’t mean that I could exit the breast prison.

She took me to her face back, where I could breath “I’m okay, Brenda. I just need to get stronger... I’ll be fine.”

“True” she said lifting me above her face inspecting my body “Sandy, do you think they’ll let us bring Johnnie to the gym?” Bring me to where?

“Of course they would. We run that place” said Sandy smiling at it.

“He needs exercise, I’ll help him. I’m a master in building muscles, John” she flexed her other arm for me eclipsing my face “Impressive, doesn’t it? Every guy will envy you for having a trainer like me, John”

“Did you bring your bag?” Sandy said taking off her baggy army paints showing a spandex short that barely covered her huge quads.

“Yes, let’s go” Brenda said carrying me to her car.

“What the hell? And me? No one will ask me?” I protested against Brenda’s overprotective muscled arms.

My sister’s logic said otherwise “Stop whining. If we left it up to you, you’ll never do anything. Like most men.”

“But still it is my problem not yours”

“No, Johnnie” said Brenda “I’m not okay with you being so fragile... I’ll be there at your side to protect you. Are you listening to me? We are in a new world, and you need to be protected”

Brenda’s mustang smelled like new. She opened the roof, loaded some loud pop music and both put on their sunglasses and let their hair loose. In the backseat their shoulders took all my front view. By my side I saw every single person to stop and watch both young muscle goddesses; they loved the commotion. Of course looks of disapproval popped all around, from church ladies, men in complete denial of the new set of rules of attraction. And the latter were Sandy and Brenda preferred victims. They would make those guys to weep in their denial; their breakdown were Brenda and Sandy hobby.

Stopping at a traffic light, they both spotted a nervous mid-40s guy in a family car by our side, who’s wife just mumbled something awful, probably about the size of their arms or their exposed obscene cleavage. Brenda responded waving her hand and then crushing her fist to make her bicep to double its size. His face got priceless, I had to believe he never saw such a big girl, maybe he even wetted himself; and well aware that they were making fun at him and his exasperated wife, he accelerated into the red light almost causing an accident. Suddenly it wasn’t so funny to me as it was to the two amazons. I felt I was walking hand in hand with a public sexual menace.

“Remember that a bunch of guys tried to stop us at that road last month?” Brenda asked Sandy.

“They thought they could have their way with us” Sandy laughed. “What a bunch of idiots. It was fun until it lasted... why men think they cannot be raped?”

“It was not rape, Sandy. You cannot force a hard cock”

“Of course I can... I can make a dead guy to get a hardon.” Those two girls could only talk about sex? Funny sex, forced sex, savage sex, preposterous sex; in those two years I was out of this world, they had more sex than I could have in my lifetime.

We took a road by the sea, the sun shining and the blue water made Brenda to change our schedule. “Did you brought your bikini?” Brenda asked Sandy.

“It’s in the bag... but is kinda... became too small for my breasts”

Brenda looked at me by the mirror “will you not mind to see your sister’s breasts overflowing her bikini... right, Johnnie?”

I learnt fast to ignore those provocations. Brenda was all too sweet over me, but that doesn’t mean she had any respect for me. “Whatever” I said looking away.

Brenda mocked me “don’t worry Johnny, I wont let them hurt you.”

Sandy slapped hard on Brenda’s super delts “Stop to talk about my breasts! You will pervert him like you did to your brothers!” It was half-ironic half-serious.

“Johnny is more mature than them, he’ll not be like those pervs, right Johnnie? You are old enough to talk about your sisters breasts, right?”

“I rather talk about your breasts, Brenda” I said. They both cracked at my answer and it made me laugh too. First time I laughed since Lucifer entered my life.

We arrive at the beach. It was a known surf point, the life-savers were all tall bulk amazons, and the few people there were the surfers, mostly men. Sandy spotted right away her targets, splitting with Brenda half of the beach. But Brenda just said that “I’ll only take a tan.” I was pale as a white candle, and near their golden skin I felt I would melt.

Behind the car they changed their clothes, by the mirror I saw Brenda’s hairless pussy, it caught me like an electric shot. And then, in her micro bikini, Brenda tried to pick me up. “I can walk” I said, she just giggled and took me under her muscular arms “I know” she said, “its just I love to carry you around... makes me remember that you are alive here and now. ”

“And makes me feel like a kid”

“Male pride... you are so old fashioned, John. Cool guys let their girls to manhandle them. Cool guys know they are helpless with an Amazon like me.”

Sandy added “If you only knew how luck you are, Johnnie, most men would kill to have an Amazon like Brenda to carry them around.” I liked to feel Brenda’s powerful arms locking me in her breasts, but not so much in public. I could see that all guys in the beach salivating over the two muscular young women, watching their quads pulse in their walking over the sand. And of course no one paid any attention to me.

Under the Sun, I helped Brenda with the lotion, spreading over her back, my hands were tiny again polishing those marble muscles in her broad wings. Brenda thanked me and saw my above average erection building up in my jeans. She put on her sunglasses with a smile, laying on in front of me, teasing with her perfect seven feet powerful body. Sandy went to the water leaving us alone.

“When was the last time you got laid?” Brenda asked. She made me remember of Lucille. Just at the time I had almost forgot her.

“A long time ago, but to me is like yesterday.” I saw my sister far away showing off her muscles to some surfers around her. They looked anorexic near her. “And you?”

She lifted her sunglasses making her bold biceps to bulge. “You know how the world now works, don’t you?”

“Yep. I seem to forget you’re not a kid anymore. By your size, I guess you had a lot of fun.”

“Yes... but is not so easy to get this big anymore, most guys are almost drained... I mean, discharged.” I was becoming unsettled with the disregard over men.

“How do you sleep at night? All those guys must feel like garbage after you... dump them, after sucking up their essence or whatever you call it.”

“Hey! They wanted it too. I never raped anyone”

“How can you be so sure? Just because they had an erection? Because they are obsessed over your body?” Brenda didn’t answered it. I shouldn’t have brought that up. “I’m sorry... I mean, this reality is not fair...”

Brenda said with a trembling voice “You are thinking that I want you just because of your essence, don’t you?”

“I have to say that crossed my mind.”

Fast as a leopard, she took my collar and barked at my face “IF that was true, I would have teared it from you right away!” I saw veins in her arms swollen, the collar of my shirt hurting my neck due its strain by her strong hold. I could have pissed myself. But then she eased on me, put her hand over her face in shame “I’m sorry, so sorry. Are you okay?”

“I...m... fine... and you?”

Brenda sat with me, I’m still afraid of a new burst of rage. But she started to talk “the world got so crazy, sometimes I think I’ll lost it. No one is sincere anymore, they look at my body and only think about my strength. Even women, they are even worst, they hate me. Guys like you don’t talk to me like you are doing, they talk things that I just want to hear... just to bring me to their bed. Teachers, even your father, all of them. Fuckers.”

“So, being hot as hell is such a burden?” it made her smile a little.

“Sometimes, I think I’m paranoid, but always turns out to be true. You think, no, not him, he just likes to be with me, that we share something... and as I blink they grab my thighs, my breasts.” Both Brenda, my sister, my mother were near the top of the female pyramid scheme that I created with Lucifer. As Lucille and Beatrice must also be. If it is a problem to them, I couldn’t even imagine what would be in the bottom of it. Finally I got to know why there was no women in the beach besides the amazons. Most women couldn’t compete with them.

“You should understand that it is natural... people are unable to hold their... well, impulses.”

She made a mocking voice: “Oh, I got an A, now you can grab my teats, teacher. It’s natural.”

“Are people saying that about you?”

“Yes... even my father. No one believe that I’m good in anything. No one does. They think I just show off my muscles to get what I want.”

“But, you must realize that is not so... far fetched for them? Everyone has an inferiority complex, and being at your side can trigger it easily. They start to create poor excuses...”

“Yes, I know. Is not their fault. But who’s fault is then?” I preferred to not answer this question. “But you should know that’s quite hard to resist you...” she bitten her lips looking down at her nipples at my face level. “I feel your essence like a bar of chocolate right in front of me. Is not easy for me... to hold it. You should know it. If I didn’t control my... impulses...” Her erect nipples at the center of her cantaloupes creamy white breasts screamed. I couldn’t phantom the possibility of saying ‘no’ to them. I wanted it? Of course I wanted. Or was her powerful sexual aura making me wanting to?

“What the heck? Let’s do it.” She looked at me surprised “You can handle me.”

She took my hand and hide ourselves over some dunes. Brenda took off her top shoving her nipple in my mouth. I sucked hard, I could byte, nothing would hurt her. “Johnny, this is important, if something goes wrong, scream ‘Red’, okay”

“Something goes wrong?”

“Like... if I don’t control myself.”

“Yell... Red?”

“Yes, Red. Then I stop.”

“Why Red?”

“I don’t know, most amazons do that.”

“Amazons like you...” I caressed her breasts going up to her pecs, what made her breasts to jump, traveling from their shoulders to her twenty plus inches biceps. She flexed a double bi for me. “you are already so big”

“bigger with your help” she flexed harder. Brenda lifted me by my butt to her lips, with her other hand she unzipped my cock. “Do you know why I wanted you that night? The night you fell?”

“Don’t have a clue”

“Sandy described to me your cock”

“Sandy what?!”

“She always used you as a way of measurement of other guys, I got so curious. Is unwrapping a christmas present”

“Don’t talk about my sister while we are having sex, okay?”

“Deal” and she threw my back to the sand, taking my cock in her mouth. I exploded instantly and didn’t get any softer. My cock was purple after so much time in the fridge. She let the heavy weight of her breasts to fall in my head while her pussy engulfs my cock. I tried to hold her but my arms were too short to embrace her. She humped me faster, all her muscles aimed at her building orgasm, I was completely under her control. Her abs, her quads, everything I could touch got hot hard, flexing and moving like pistons, her biceps, triceps, all those muscles that I didn’t know the names. I feel my cock being smashed, like squeezing an orange to take off its juice. I felt her body above me trembling and shaking me, for a moment I was near to scream ‘Red’; but maybe I was nervous, not even Lucille was that big or strong.

I come again with all my strength trying to bypass her vaginal muscles and then my brain overloaded. I went limp. I woke up in the middle of Brenda and Sandy’s muscular thighs lying on the sand. I heard my sister’s voice behind her big breasts stressing her bikini top “so, slept enough? Can we go to gym now?”

“Sandie... he’s tired, let’s free him from the gym today, right Johnnie?”

I just nodded yes.

“But I’m not tired, I’m the mood to break some personal records today.” Sandy flexed her thigh above me, making both calve and quad to harden in angular shapes with a definition that made my head spin. “Johnny will only watch”

“kay” said Brenda behind her big breasts and looked at me between her cleavage searching for me.

We arrived at the gym. It didn’t look like a gym. “What is this? A golf club?” I asked at the weird looking luxury Dubai style building “Can we afford it?”

“Our bodies can” If they weren’t so hot, it surely would go as conceived. But it was a fact. Until some days ago, our family couldn’t afford it. But their seven feet tall amazons bodies and enhanced beauty could.

The receptionist was another amazon, taller than me, but a foot smaller than Brenda and Sandy. “You know the rules, Sandy, no men allowed”

“Please, Patricia, the gym is empty”

“All right. But be sure he wont be ogling at the clients.” They talked about me like I didn’t count. Normally I would go away when I’m treated like that. But I didn’t want a scene. Would be worse. She gave me a pass, Brenda and Sandy went downstairs to change their clothes.

I walked around in this alternative reality women-only gym. I expected bigger weights, but they only had those pink expensive looking barbels and stuff. I saw the pool, it was gigantic. The biggest indoor pool I ever saw. An amazon was swimming, faster than any male olympic athlete, with a precision of a dolphin and the impulse of a shark. She wore some kind of outfit to flatten her breasts to be more water dynamic friendly. I read somewhere that all mixed olympic sports had to split, even in chess or shooting some amazons got unbeatable records.

There was a boxing class with a couple of teenager 6-plus inches amazons punching a sand doll to oblivion. Each punch had a loud muffed sound, each punch could crack my skull instantly. It a dangerous place for men. Aside had another room with older muscular women practicing the weirdest yoga positions and postures I ever saw with a mastery of asanas.

“Nice place, don’t you think?” Sandy asked behind me. I turn around and she was wearing a glossy leotard and sneakers, Brenda wore a dark silvered one with hints of green. Its obvious designs were to show off their muscularity. Brenda was all smiles looking down at my reaction.

I followed their giant bubble butts to the weightlifting area. Only a handful of amazons were in there, I spotted the biggest one, one with muscles larger than Brenda and Sandy doing some deadlifts. Just looking from behind her figure eclipsed all women I had contact with. Even my morphs couldn’t build such an ass, such arms, such expansive muscles in motion. From behind I could see her breasts rivaling with my mother’s.

“Hey, Johnnie, mom’s here!” Oh, shit. I was... fucking ogling at my mother. She had her hair tied in a ponytail, I was still couldn’t get familiar with her new body.

As she finished her set, the weight dropped on the floor shaking the ground. “John! How you entered here?” she said between gulps of breath.

I was speechless at her almost full exposed body in an unitard. “Mom?” The three muscle goddesses went around me, almost suffocating me.

My mom asked with glee “Is him walking that well?”

“Johnnie is in very, very good shape, Ms.Brettwood” said Brenda beaming at me.

“He still needs exercise” said my sister “look at his arms, not a glimpse of muscle in them.”

My mother take me in her arms “I’ll make a program for him. I can personally assist him.”

“Right, mom, I...” I felt so ashamed that the hardness of her heated body “...but I can take care of myself”

“No, you don’t, you never had the discipline, I’ll have to watch you closely.” Her hold of me was too strong to be comfortable, I tried to make her let me go, but it just made her more forceful. “I can bring you with me for a good workout every day. We could come all together, what you think girls?”

“You can count on me, Mr.Brettwood” Brenda said.

“Sure” said my sister. “He could help us change our weights, at least is a good workout... for men.”

“Every exercise is good for him” my mother said. I was in her arms like I weighted nothing; she could carry me all day long. “Now, my little cutie, I’ll go home, and you help Sandy and Brenda with theirs, give me a kiss” she elevated me to her cheeks making me to kiss her.

“Isn’t adorable?” Brenda said. I could fry her with my angry eyes. I was treated like a eight year old kid by those amazons. My mother went to the amazonian specified treadmill and Brenda pushed me to the weight pink discs set. “How much you can lift?” she asked me.

“I don’t know. They don’t seem to be heavy” the pink discs were not so big.

“Oh, yeah?” said my sister handling me a fitness dumbbell. I took it in my hand but my fingers bent, it dropped to the floor.

“He’s that weak?” Brenda asked puzzled.

“looks like”

“Shit, how can it be so heavy? It weights a ton!” I said perplexed at the tiny weight.

“Women now use tungsten weights now. Iron is too light for us to be practical”

“It weights three times more” Brenda added putting the fitness weight back on its place. Well, it explained why the weight sets do not looked so heavy. “He can’t help us” Brenda said as a fact “none of those disks weight less than that”

“That’s... okay” I replied “I’ll... seat down there and wait, all right?”

“Kay” said Brenda waving at me hungry to lift real weights. I watched them struggling to make their muscles bigger than they are already were. I could see that they loved the feeling. I felt kind of guilty to like the unfair game I created. Maybe less than 10% of women could reach such muscle size. Brenda said that she felt bad for being so hot, and also very pleased to be so; that feeling to walk between people with bodies that can halt the traffic, making everyone else to worship and envy them.

“Damn, your leotard is ripping apart!” I heard Sandy pointing at Brenda short sleeves starting to collapse in a curl repetition. Maybe it was my male extract working on her. “Look at your legs! They are bigger than this morning, maybe I should rape my brother too.” I had to hear that. I tried to diverge my attention. I saw at the window two guys hiding themselves over the glass... wanking.

“What the fuck?” I said out loud. They were about my age, shamelessly whacking off with stupid stoned stares at my sister and Brenda. I went to my sister spotting Brenda asking “is that became... normal?” and pointed to them who froze their faces. I was feeling to be the perverted one, but they made me feel kind of sane.

“Brenda, Pervs!”

“Where?” They vanished.

“That window, let’s hunt’em”

Brenda searched for my approval “Aren’t we too old for that?”

“They are going away!”

I had to ask “What the hell are you talking about? Chasing them? Why bother? They are losers”

Sandy pushed me to her “because men must learn to behave. Or do you think is nice have runts acting like that? If we let those two, then it will be four, ten, twenty pervs like those. There are limits.”

“Tell me something... you are calling them Pervs because they don’t look like Zac Efrons, right?”

She loaded the titanium disks in the benchpress “Oh, yeah, I wouldn’t mind that.”

“Me neither” added Brenda. Their nipples hardened with the thought. It was a little revolting.

“So... good looking ones are rewarded for being pervs and ugly guys get beaten... is that it?”

“In sex, even unfair is fair game, little bro. The pervs started it, didn’t they? They should knew their own limits.” she added another weight to the bar with a loud clank.

“It should be police matters”

“In this world, we are the police, no badge, no uniform, only these guns.” She flexed them at my face “we don’t have to fear no one... they need a tank to bring us down”

“What? Are you bullet-proof?”

“Almost... we heal very fast, the stronger we get, faster it is” she started the 2000+ pounds reps. Her biceps exploded with size covered with a web of thick veins. I never saw something like it. “And...” she made another rep “we are just girls...” she kept the pace with the enormous weight while talking with me “who... would... point a gun... at a...” the last rep was a longer one but still steady “...defenseless girl?”

It made me feel pretty defenseless, I mean, I would never use a knife or a gun with anyone, but it was the only thing that could save me from an amazon. I would need a bigger amazon to defend myself. And the catfight, or lionessfight, would make anything around down to oblivion. Sandy stood up with her pumped huge body over me like she was enjoying what I was thinking: that near her I would be always at her mercy.

“be good to your sister” she bumped me with her hips, sending me over Brenda’s legs “and her sister’s friends. And you will be fine.”

In the car going back home, Brenda didn’t leave me alone. Arriving home, Sandy stopped near two brand new cars in front of our garage.

“Are we having a visit?” Sandy asked walking to the cars. In the windshields had papers written ‘For Johnny’ and on the bigger one ‘For Sandy’. “No way! No way!” Sandy screamed. Dad and mom appeared behind the door shouting ‘surprise’.

Sandy run to dad and embraced him, but we all heard a broccoli crunch and dad yelled waving his hands and legs. “Oh, fuck!” Sandy destroyed dad’s ribs. She carried him right away to her new Camaro SS rushing to the hospital with Brenda.

Mom drunk the whole champagne bottle waiting for the phone. He was alright, just two ribs broken, but dressed for the night, she got depressed that her little party ended so fast. “I will have a little chat with Sandy about controlling her strength. She might have killed him” she said hitting the table with a loud thud.

“I think she learned something today” I said and she nodded opening another bottle without unwrapping its wire, with her strength it were just silly strings. She gave me a glass and proposed a bitter toast:

“To the son who never hurt their parents” and she emptied the glass in large gulps.

“Don’t be so sad, mom, we’ll be laughing after that. And Dad will recover fast, doesn’t he?” I said pointing my glass to her monumental healing breasts.

“Yes, he will, speaking of it...” She started to unzip her dress exposing her wide extravagant black bra.

“No, no, no, mom, I’m okay, I can walk already, see?”

“You are not 100% yet. And I want you 110%. And you want to get back to the college, don’t you?” she stood up walking near me “this is the fastest way.” Her generous breasts occupied my view. “It is that awful for you?” I look up at her face, she was always look so fragile emotionally.

“No... of course not. Is just... confusing”

“There is nothing confusing about it. You are my son, those are my breasts, now lets do it before they arrive, okay.” Sure, it was plain and simple, for her I was a little baby again, at least in comparison to our body sizes. But to me I felt someone transplanted my mother’s brain into this jaw dropping amazon body of hers. She sat on the couch crossing her black-stockinged long muscular legs and crossing her bulky arms under her breasts “will we have to go into this tiresome debate every time?” she was starting to lose her patience. “Come here” she padded on the seat by her side. I sat there, her body eclipsing mine and she said “just pretend that you are a baby, all right?” she pushed me over her lap and silenced me with her fat nipple. I gave up on making sense of the situation and just accepted for once and for all. We never argued about this again. What’s the use? She would force me anyway.

Within weeks I was 100% again, maybe 110% as she promised herself. Dad’s ribs were getting fixed and his script greenlighted. With our new huge income, I wasn’t in the spotlight anymore. Thank god. Who could say that my family would find some harmony; dad wasn’t a loser anymore, mom was more beautiful than ever, Sandy so full of energy that she might explode.

Sandy, Brenda and mom made me go to the gym every day with them. I bulk some muscles indeed, I didn’t look like an ethiopian orphan anymore. Sure, nothing close to what those girls were doing in there. At first the other gym amazons laughed at me and my tiny weights, but knowing my little story, they started to want to help me. It was kind of nice to be the only man around. I became their pet project. Of course Brenda didn’t let them get any closer than that.

And speaking of Brenda, those weeks added to her an inch in all directions; it made Sandy jealous, Brenda said that no other guy made her to grow so fast. We had sex almost all days after her heating up in the gym. Brenda gawked at me ravenously like I was an fat hamburger laying over the table to eat with both hands in large chunks. Sometimes she would surprise me at my bedroom, not to dumbfound me, but because she was in such fury that pleasantries were an annoyance to her wet tingling devouring pussy.

And sometimes Sandy angry of me stealing her best friend would provoke me. Torturing me with silly things, like borrowing my new shirts and destroying them with her chest size; or breaking my stuff ‘by accident’ or by ‘forgetting’ how strong she is. Or she would torment my friends, making them to act stupidly, or to make them fight between themselves over her.

But one day she made me lost it; Sandy, tall as she is, big as she is, and high as fuck, took my brand new car because hers had no gas. Mine was a Mazda, no way projected for her size. I would be fine if she just threw up, or scratched the painting in some tree. But no, she had some sex with some guy in there. Not only her stench were obvious, but the console had dents and marks, probably from her high heels. The rear mirror was broke, the passenger seat was flat, lipstick marks all over it, the internal lights had cracks, the suspension was weird and the roof had a bump of the size of her head. It was a wreck. I got furious. I went to her bedroom and shake her up. She was still half-drunk, half-hangover.

“You fuck with my car, you crazy bitch!”

Without even looking at me she said “I fucked IN your car” laughing pointing up her middle finger at me. I knew she could tear me apart, but I started to kick and punch her body over the bed. Instead of fighting back, she kept on laughing, which made me even more insane, I really tried to hurt her, pulling her hair, trowing things at her, but it just made her laugh louder. If I had a gun I would take my chances, I went over her trying to jab her abs, her shoulders, and slowly she took me between her legs and scissored me crushing my breath, still mocking me with her annoying laughter. Her legs felt like iron, I couldn’t pinch, I couldn’t dent, I couldn’t bring apart. It was when mom entered the room and Sandy released me. I went down the floor gasping for air.

“What the hell is happening here?!”

I spoke in short breaths “She... destroyed... my... car!”

“Is that true, Sandy?”

She just rolled her eyes over “It is not destroyed, and was an accident, okay.”

“It’s a wreck!” I said. After that my mother saw the wreckage that my Mazda became, she brought us both and dad to the living room. Mom strode around fuming at Sandy, dad was just waiting for it go over.

And mom gave the verdict “I decided, I mean... your father and me, decided to switch your cars. Johnny, you take the Camaro, Sandy, the Mazda is yours.”

Sandy went apeshit “No way! I can’t fit that thing! You are doing this because he is your precious little baby, isn’t mom?!”

Then mom entered on a stern mode like I never seen before “One more word...”

“Daddy!” Sandy tried her last resort, but he kept looking at the floor. He didn’t want to be in the middle of the clash of the titanesses.

“He wont help you. It is done. And if you lay down one finger on John again, then you’ll have a beating that you wont forget, lady.”

I loved my mother that day more than any other. Sandy stormed out the room shutting doors making pictures and vases to fall. That was sweet. But I avoided bumping with her in home, she would break my neck. I knew that would be just a matter of time before Sandy ‘convince’ dad to buy her another car; but the victory was mine, I would drive to the college with a Camaro now.

It didn’t mean that Sandy left me alone. She knew that my pride wouldn’t allow to cry for mom, and I was a grown-up after all. Sandy focused on terror, faking a punches on my face every time and then, twisting forks in the dinner table while staring at me, pushing me out of her way or blocking my passage instead, ‘helping’ me by throwing things at my stomach, even a thrown pillow would hurt me like a bitch.

On the other side, Brenda and I continued our fuckfests, and as I got better it went to two, three times a day if I got luck. Specially after the Treatment, which made me feel kind of dirty. It gave me the stamina that even impressed Brenda. But at the same time something was wearing out. Before she would almost rape me in daylight, now I was waiting all day for it.

Her breasts got bigger than Sandy’s, her thighs stronger, near my mom’s class. Her enhancements were so fast in the beginning, now it seemed to be stopping. One day I saw by the window she leaving Sandy at our doorway and not coming up to my bedroom. Something was changing between us. She appeared some days later, and fucked almost mechanically, like she was in hurry, just to get things done. Later in that week she didn’t come to me after the gym as usual.

I took my car to follow her. Yes, I became a stalker. Unbelievable, don’t you think? Before she was just a teenager making my life hell. By now was hell to not have her after me. It made me feel so fucking empty. In my car I waited her to leave the gym, her thighs bulged with her stride and made me hard instantly, her heavy breasts bounced like sea waves, her tiny waist flaring to her big shoulders, only now I could understand what I had in my hands, and was slipping thought my fingers. She waved bye to Sandy and entered her convertible.

Brenda drove fast and uncaring for traffic laws, making hard to pursuit her. When I thought that I lost her, I found her car parked in a hotel. I left my car and searched for her in the expensive looking hotel’s lobby. Brenda had changed her clothes, wearing a miniskirt that left all her big bare thighs exposed. She never dressed like this for me. Brenda sat on a big chair like she was waiting for someone to arrive. And then appeared not only one guy, but three. By the hardness of her nipples, they were her new target. She was fucking vampire. The hipsters seemed to be in their late twenties and gave her gifts and flowers. Other women look at her with envy, the busboy carried her gifts while she gave her muscles parade for us, the ordinary people, towards the elevator. The three hipsters followed her like dogs. Brenda ducked inside the elevator and the doors shut.

It was the second time I was being dumped by an amazon. I guess no man is good enough for them. My mind went cloudy and confused, I sat in my car not knowing what to do. There was no relationship but I felt crushed, used, abused. My stomach was giving in, I felt the urge to throw up, my hands were trembling, my head spinning, I was sweating cold “what is wrong with me?” it was like my body wasn’t accepting it, like all cells in my body were screaming in despair. “She’s just a stupid girl” my mind tried to tell my body.

The rest of the day went like a blur, the image of Brenda entering that elevator repeated in my head over and over. I didn’t feel sad, I was sick. My mother entered my bedroom in her robe for another session. This time I sucked with will, I didn’t care it was her breasts, I just wanted a nipple to suck in, my body finally found some peace. And she said “today is our last session, John, you are free.” I didn’t want to be free, not now. I was five year old again “Your father sold our house today, we are moving... to a bigger, better one.”

“But I like this house... it is my home.”

She closed her robe around her abyss cleavage “but me and Sandy outgrew it, is not comfortable for us anymore.” she looked at my door, not tall enough for her. “And the new house has a pool, bigger bedrooms, you’ll have your own bathroom” to me it sounded like a hotel, not home. “besides, look at the floor, it is spitting up.” Right, if they didn’t weight three hundred pounds AND avoided their high heels, the wooden floor would be okay.

“Cheer up, John, we have a new life ahead of us. Let it go, is just a house.”

TWENTY TWO - The Secret Revealed

I took the road, I was going to college again. I looked at myself at the mirror of the Camaro and I seemed younger than before. Yes. Mom was right. It was awkward, it was weird, it was a fucking freudian fuck up, but her ‘treatment’ gave me my life back. And on better wheels.

Everything was the same in the college, only the doors seemed a little higher. The grass was still green, the buildings were still grey. But the girls I knew were all different. I founded Paola, we flirted a little back then, she was a senior now. She screamed and hugged me calling her friends to greet me. It was all better because their funbags were all too enhanced too. I’m a breast specialist, and each of their particular attributes were way more evident. If she had them conical, they would point to the sky. If round, they were spheres of flesh. None of them below the DD scale. And taller, all of them, taller than most guys. Their clothes also changed, like their new attitude could break them free from their earlier stereotypes. Most of my female friends were shy and I was used to attract the insecure ones; they seemed to shine now. Before they had that humpback posture, wore thick jackets to hide their bodies even in the summer. I believe I never spotted a cleavage in them before, their new clothes were just a frame for it now.

They were all avid to show up how different it all became after those two years and very surprised that I looked so well, Paola even asked if I did some ‘treatment’. I didn’t answer, of course. I never paid much attention to her, she was a girlfriend of a friend of mine and I respected the code. She was single now, all six feet of her. And her breasts became so alluring that I didn’t notice her muscular arms in tight black sleeves. Paola laughed at everything I said, even the unfunny stuff, she wanted me.

“Johnny!” I heard another familiar voice, Kristin, we knew each other since high school, she liked fps games like me, and that’s unusual for a girl. Back at the time, she was a skeleton, I mean, anorexic thin. She wasn’t health, she ate like a bird, had frequent blackouts due to her constant starvations. And yet she beats me in any game, any time. My heart pumped faster as I turned up to her. She got strong. I mean, female bodybuilder type shape, full of bumps, she was not just athletic like Paola, but she was cut, bulging hard muscles from head to toe.

“My dear fuckin’god, is that you Kristin?” she beamed at me in a double bi flex. “You are amazing” she was just a notch to be tall as Paola.

“Thanks, you are looking good too.... I missed you, Johnny!” and she bear hugged me. Her biceps were 18 or 19 inches, full of fitness.

“Woah, you got strong!”

Paola sighed “sure, she is... not even the janitor escaped her.”

Kristin released me and went to her face “Don’t be such a bitter pussy, Paola. Is not my fault that you can’t build muscles.”

“Who said that I wanted to look like you! You are a freak” Paola and Kristin never got any friendlier than that.

“Ladies...” I tried to stop any trouble in my first day.

“You want a fight? You got it!” I tried to stop Kristin, but my hand couldn’t even grab her. Paola stood up ready for battle. I put myself between them, before anyone gets hurt:

“STOP!” I yelled “No one will fight no one! Not my friends” I could feel the raging vibes sparking all around me. “Take a step back, both of you.” they looked at me. “Now!” and they stepped back. “Good.” It was a moment of relief, no way I could stop their fight if started. “Now... I have business to do, and I will speak with you later, rig...” and I just saw a blur and heard a POW! I saw Paola going down over the grass with blood coming out of her nose “Holy shit! Kristin!? What the fuck?” Paola moved like a train over her. And both rolled down the college’s pristine garden in a series of muffed punches.

I run to them and as I arrived, Kristin took Paola’s head and slammed her face over a tree. Pieces of the tree fell with Paola, who seemed unconscious. Even then, Kristin gave a last kick in her. I shouted at Kristin “Stop! What the FUCK is wrong with you both?!”

“She started it. She’s a bitch, always has been.” Kristin muscles were fully pumped and her face red, it frightened me a bit, she was merciless on video games, not so far away from what she could be in real life. But then she took a deep breath and was all smiley again “so, let’s go to the cafeteria, I want to know everything!”

I was speechless “I... is she alive?”

“She’s okay, don’t bother about her” I went to Paola to see her breathing, but Kristin gripped me and turned me to her “you know... I thought that you have died, and... I...” she looked at my eyes still breathing fast and invaded my mouth, crushing me to her, it wasn’t just a long kiss, she didn’t stop. There were always a keyboard and a game between our friendship, we barely ever touched each other, it changed now. I would never suspect that the ‘don’t touch me, thanks’ Kristin would be something like that. “Sorry...” she said releasing me.

“That’s.... okay, Kristin...” and she grabbed me again in another long kiss.

“I can’t stop myself... Johnny...”

And in my first day of college, I fucked Kristin, or was she that fucked me? I wasn’t sure. I woke up in her bed, she slept peacefully, my clothes were in rags. I took one of her black shirts, and at least my jeans were intact. I saw that I was in a new dorm building, the painting was still fresh. It was designed for the amazon’s height, with eight foot doors and plenty of space. Probably I was in a building full of them.

This last event showed me to be more careful when walking around the campus. I still had more female friends around to meet. “Where are you going?” and felt her bulky arms around bringing me back to bed.

“I need to find my computer” I said as she rested me over her wide shoulders.

“That old one? What for? It must be in the trash by now.” She move over above me and place her weight over my chest.

“Maybe, but I have to be sure about that.”

“Why?” I felt her fingers probing me over the jeans.

“Er... It have my.... my...” I was getting hard again.

“your porn?”

“Yes. I don’t want anyone to see it.” she started to unbutton my pants.

“Because were all muscular amazons porn? Everyone is into it now.”

“How do you know it?” her hand massaged my stiffen cock lightly.

“C’mon, its me, don’t think I never scramble around your files?”

“It was private!”

“Weird, isn’t it? All that happened with the world seemed to be one of your fantasies.” she started to hump her heavy hard body over me.

“Yes... very weird”

“You must feel kind of ordinary now... with all guys looking for big girls like me. But now you have real amazons to grab on, right?” she flexed pecs up and down for me “isn’t it fun? I always wanted to be strong, I hated to be little and to look up at you guys.” She took my hands and placed over her dancing pecs. We started another sex session. Kristin loved the dog style, looking at herself over the mirror while I thrust into her big solid ass.

I got down the building, my cock was swollen and hurt a little bit, but I didn’t mind. Taking down the stairs I heard another familiar voice, but this time the voice made me froze “So, John, you and Kristin. Who would imagine your... preferences?”

“L... Lucille?” she was seating over a ten feet high wall, more beautiful than ever, looking down at me with curiosity. “Are you spying on me?” she took a little jump and landed in front of me. She was gigantic, bigger than my mother, all around, her breasts were huge.

“No, Spark, I just saw you entering with her earlier this morning. And by your messy hair you had a good time”

“Well... it’s good to see you, bye now” It was hard to turn around over such stupendous breasts. I started to walk away but she kept pace with me:

“Johnnie, is good to know that you are alive and well.” Her long legs came over to my waist, she took little steps to follow my pace. It just made her catwalk.

“You even visited me at the hospital.”

“Not true! I visited you, you were sleeping.”

I turned to her, I was below her breasts, I had to step back to meet her eyes. “I’m busy, okay. We talk later.”

“All right, John, I wont bother you.”

“Good.” I said returning to my walking. I turn around and she vanished. Completely. Was I going crazy?

I knocked my old dorm; there was no one inside. I still had the keys, so I entered. It was someone’s mess. No signs of my old computer. Who could have taken it?

I took a long walk thinking in what I would change if I get my hands on Lucifer again. Maybe making Lucille to fall in love with me again... no, I had to forget her. But there was a lot of unhappiness around, I made a world that women are predators, I turned the world into a pyramid of power directed by their size and beauty. I had the power to make utopia, but instead I made it just a playground for some goddesses like Brenda and Lucille.

The funny thing was seeing all scientists trying to explaining this reality, that men provokes women to ‘open up’ locked genes for their greater strength. It was like Lucifer changed all physical properties to make my wishes to come true. I wondered how they the scientists would explain giantesses and another superhuman powers that seemed to disappear in my coma absence. Of course it didn’t disappeared, something had happened. And it scared me. If Sarenna Lee and Rachel Adama conquered the world I would be more comfortable. I had this gut feeling that something was yet to be unfold.

In the next day, I reentered the courses I left after my accident. My first class was Advanced Continuum Mechanics II, professor Westmond... I knew this name. I looked around for a seat, never had a class so full, and perceived that I didn’t knew anyone anymore, not even the professors. He, no, she entered the class and my mouth went wide open, professor Westmond was... Beatrice! Of a hundred students she spotted me and went in my direction. I was sweating cold again... she was totally transformed into a goddess, with gigantic breasts and shapely super long muscular legs walking up the steps to meet me.

“John! You are in my class!”

“B....b....b...b...eatrice?”

“Yes, it’s me, don’t you recognize me anymore?” Last time I saw her she was cute, light years from the fat Beatrice I once meet, but now she was ungodly stunning, from her perfect feet in pumps to her luscious hair with a body carved with bold muscles dressed in a Lois Lane conservative pricey fashion.

“You are... you look great!” I said as she smiled at me knowing it.

“We talk after class, John” she said as I took mind measures of her size: well above seven feet, with breasts to feed the planet, biceps bigger than my legs, a butt that made everyone in class to weep. And she was an phenomenal teacher nevertheless. Students were entranced by her knowledge, their brains fried with every word she spoke. At the same time they all looked stressed, like if they lost a word, they would lose their entire career. I created a monster, an academic monster. I felt compelled to write down everything and it wasn’t my way. There was something like scientific sex? I mean, to fuck the brains out in the literal meaning?

I never felt so tired and overblown after a class. Every student went to talk with her, including some that were obviously in passion with her, but she dispatched them to talk with me.

“So, did you liked my class?”

“If I liked?! My god, I feel enlightened. You are the most amazing teacher” Indeed, I wasn’t even paying attention to her epic large breasts for the most time.

“It’s just a temp job” she said. “Don’t you want to go dinner with me for the old times sake? On me? Tonight?”

“Sure”

We went to a fancy dinner place, purple curtains, candlelight and high ceilings, a place where an amazon like her could seat comfortable. Beatrice appetite didn’t changed a bit, and it went everywhere else but her waist. “So, teaching is just a temp job? How did you get it?”

“Well, I ended college as soon as you had your accident, so I started developing a real time peridynamics applications...”

“Wait, you ended four years of college in less then one?”

“To tell the truth, in three months... I had more problems convincing the school board to let me do all the exams than scoring them.”

“So you are a kind of new Einstein?”

“I prefer to be compared to Leibniz.” I tried to not diverge my eyes from the conversation, but then she takes off her jacket exposing a long sleeved white semi-transparent shirt, her glorious bra and hidden deep cleavage could be seen even in the faint light. And I could see her muscled twenty-three inches arms and shoulders in great detail and volume.

“I’m sorry, who?”

“Nevermind. Anyway, most professors didn’t want a twenty-two year old girl telling them what to do. That I didn’t have the experience, or even saying that I’m a fraud. Well, they didn’t understand my most basic equations to begin with, so they went in real denial that a girl could outsmart all those ‘reputed’ professors that we had.”

“Had? Why? They were fired?”

“Well, some. Professors Saito, Chapman, Spencer, professor Kurt, and others that I don’t care to remember the name had to resign. All of them tried to bring me down... I mean, they lost their scientific ground, consistently trying to disapprove some new theories of mine, laughing at my... I’ve made each one of them to write an open apology letter to me or I would sue them for sexism.”

“Some of them were teaching for ages... Saito was a kind of mentor of mine. He was a nice guy. And a clever, wise one. He never harmed anyone before.”

“Being ‘nice’ means nothing to science. Science needs powerful intellects, if you don’t have one, don’t be in the way of one who has. Saito didn’t choose the right side.”

“Your side.” I said. Beatrice was in a revenge for all those years as the fat girl that no one paid attention, making the college I once knew into her retaliation amusement park.

“Yes. You should see his face when I twisted all his knowledge with just one basic cubic equation in front of all other professors and assistants. He just left the room and never returned!” Man, I thought with myself, Saito must be devastated, he was a short japanese professor with a great sense of humor, he gave me good reasons for my career choices, not just mine, but everyone else I knew; and this big breasted student nailed him to a cross.

“All this for a temp job...”

“I have proposals from Munich, Cambridge, why should I stay in this shithole of school? It’s not up for my intellect. And besides, I developed a software company that makes me more money than any of those renowned institutes could pay me, I’m teaching just for the kick of it.” Beatrice took her purse picked up a pico projector “Take a look at it” she projected onto the table an image of herself on the cover of Scientific American titled ‘The New Face of Science’, half of the cover were occupied by her breasts, it looked like a Score magazine. Very scientific.

“Are you a celebrity?”

“Not yet. It will be the next month cover. I did the interview last week. Twelve pages of me talking about my ventures.”

“Wow. People will be in line to get into your classes.” This conversation was making me unease in my seat, she was an conceited, self-important, egotistic female bastard, but my cock below the table was in full mast. Her appalling arrogance was utterly erotic as her amazon body.

“Probably. But you saw one of my last lectures in this school, I don’t have time for it anymore.” She said finishing another creamed pasta.

“Did you already resigned?”

“No. But I wont let their silly bureaucracies to stop me.”

“And the course? Have you a substitute?”

“No one can substitute me. And there aren’t many teachers left.” For more genius she became, Beatrice should know that bragging ‘my way or highway’ was terrible politics.

“Because they all resigned...”

“It’s a pity, doesn’t it?” She said savoring her wine. I felt lucky of being nice to fat Beatrice before her abrupt transformation into this goddess, or she would hunt me down like her other victims. “And you, how about you? You must be in shock to see the world upside-down, right?”

“What you mean, upside-down? Women are all big and strong, but... that’s it.”

“Oh, John, so naive. Everything changed. The human race changed, it is a leap, our species evolved to a new more sophisticated form in those two years of your absence. And we are still evolving.”

“Not men, just women.”

“Well, categorically, males became more of a parasite form, but women on the other hand will bring humanity to new territories. Isn’t that a dream that come true?”

“It’s not such a good time to be a man, I would say.”

“But still women need them to be harder, better, faster, stronger. They... you aren’t useless.”

“Any study... showing how it happened?”

“Many, but all inconclusive. Is not a virus, there is no carrier for our transformation, at least in our known dimensions. Even a wish wheel could be reasonable.”

“Wish wheel?”

“Let’s say that somebody with particular tastes wanted to share it with all the rest of humanity and somehow it worked...” Shit, what the hell she was up to? It felt like she was sniffing something about me.

“That’s absurd, if that could happen, everyone would be a billionaire.” I tried to hide my nervousness.

“Don’t you think that is strange that me and Lucille were the first ones to transform into this higher beings?” she flexed her arm marveling at the size of it.

“B... but other women... transformed at the same time as you... I heard. Some bodybuilders, I guess. That cheerleader, Mindy, she transformed into a huge amazon, you saw it. You were there with me.”

“Yes, magically. Scientifically impossible. In the same fashion as my intellect, John. It is supernatural. It all sounds like a geek fantasy to me. Had you any fantasies about stronger smarter women, John?” Condition Red! I had to get away from her.

“I... need to go, Beatrice, this talking is getting weird” I tried to stand up but she held my arm.

“Why are you sweating, John? Don’t you have something to tell to me? Why are you looking for your old computer?”

“How do you know it!?!”

“What’s in there, John?”

“I...”

“Let’s go outside, there is something I want to show you.” Beatrice put a load of money over the table and dragged me outside. We entered the dark alley aside the restaurant and she released me. I looked around and she vanished. It scared the shit out of me.

“Beatrice, where are you?” I tried to get away but some force was making to stay in the same place. I heard someone giggling, and I knew that giggle, I look up and the vision made my legs go jello. Lucille was floating in the air looking down at me. Beatrice appeared by her side also floating, both wearing black catsuits. Lucille concentrated and I started to float to their level, between their breasts. I was twenty feet above the ground, shaking in fear like an epileptic seizure.

“Calm down, John, we wont hurt you” said Lucille bringing me to her mountain breasts holding me in her arms “feeling safer now?”

“What the fuck, Lucille?!” we started to fly higher to the tallest building in the city, I had to shut my eyes from the vertigo. She delicately put me over the hoof of the building. No way I could escape from them. I saw them both starting to grow, seven feet, eight feet, ten feet, twelve feet, their catsuits became shiny and transparent from such stress. Both breathed in relief. Beatrice’s breasts were colossal, likewise Lucille muscles. My nose started to bleed. Literally.

“Better now” Lucille sighed. “This is our true size, John, don’t freak out.” Their legs were longer than my entire body, to not to say about its wideness. Beatrice was more of a superfitness voluptuous body, while Lucille was a true bodybuilder champion. All in a scale that made me feel fucking tiny. My survival feelings were screaming loudly:

“Don’t kill me, please...”

“We wont hurt you John!” her voice was so deep and powerful that reverberated into my lungs.

“If you tell anyone about this we’ll snuff you out.” Beatrice said sternly above me.

“B! Don’t scare the boy...” Lucille she floated to me “stop shaking John” her giant delicate fingers wiped the blood out from my nose. “Just seat down” and I did. I felt like I had a gun barrel pointed at my face; I could not think properly, just like in an assault, only do what they tell you. Above me was only a tower with a blinking red light illuminating their faces, while the city lights from the skyline made contrast to their black-clad superamazons bodies.

“How... how?”

“You tell me how...” Lucille said while them both took a lotus position like they were seating around me, floating above the dirty floor, towering over me. The wind made Lucille’s giant hair to wave like a flag.

“How did you find out?”

“You said it yesterday to Kristin, I have super hearing, John, and your voice is very easy to pick up... I just heard it. You were one of five suspects.”

“But how did you got superpowers?!”

“Why shouldn’t we have them, John?” Beatrice asked.

“...”

“Anyway, is a long story, that somehow you are also connected.”

“Who were the other suspects?”

“Michael, Christopher, Matthew and Mark... Mark specially” Beatrice said. Those guys were their closest friends, and I tried to talk with Mark since I returned from the dead. He just disappeared.

“Mark? What you’ve done with him?”

“He’s asking too many questions” said Beatrice to Lucille.

“And giving little answers...” replied Lucille rising her eyebrows.

“Let me try my way...” said Beatrice pulling her jumbo breasts outside her translucent catsuit “no, its not a intercourse proposition, John...” I started to levitate again “with my breasts like this I have better control of my gravitational powers...” I felt a force closing my fully opened jaw “...see?” and she pointed me out of the building with the same force and instead of going down, I was going up and higher away from them. I thought that I would die. Again.

“Can you hear me, John?” I heard her far away, all the city could hear her.

“Y...yes!” I maintained my eyes closed as the elevator sensation did not stop.

“You are not in position to argue” said her calm but super loud voice that echoed all around me. “So tell everything you know.”

“Okay, I’ll tell everything! Everything!”

“Good boy.” I heard Lucille near me, I looked around and we were above the clouds.

“C... could we go down...? Is... is c... cold...” They both smothered between their giant breasts. I felt warmer.

“They are big enough for you?” Lucille laughed at her cheap porn line, and both embraced me sandwiching me in them. “We can’t go down in this form... we can’t be spotted or we would have to... evacuate the witnesses... so it is for the people safety, you understand, John?”

Evacuate?! What the fuck that means?

“So, tell us from the very beginning” asked Beatrice getting dangerously anxious and worrying me even more. It was cosmically awkward. Tell that? That I fapped for big strong girls and I found a magic folder that changed everything? What choice I had? So I told them using better words:

“I found a folder in my computer that changes reality... don’t ask me why, or how, it just works... but it only works on my fantasies...”

“Fantasies about amazons? Superpowered women...” asked Beatrice.

“Yes.”

“I knew it was this silly” Beatrice said to Lucille.

“It’s just the way it is... when I tried to revert, at least part of it, the folder vanished. I had my accident, and now I don’t know if the folder exists anymore, I’m trying to find it out...” I noticed that Lucille and Beatrice were strangely pleased by my answer.

“you wont... evacuate... me now, right?” I was frightened by their powers.

“We’ll see that later, John” said Beatrice.

“We can trust him, Beatrice, he wont tell anyone... and besides, his voice so ease for me to spot in, that I can hear him hundreds of miles away... so you wont tell anyone, right John?”

“No! I mean... Yes!”

“Because if you do, in seconds, the walls will tremble and collapse all over you in a big ball of fire that wont let a trace that you ever existed. But we don’t need this, do we, John?”

“Yes... no, no, we don’t.”

“Good boy. Now we will have a little chat up here, and you little guy, are going to bed.” Lucille said as they released me from their breasts and I started to free fall, I passed the clouds, the wind started to hurt my cheeks and body spin until I was some feet from the ground, and the strange force holding me released me in front of my car.

Near them I felt like I had gun barrel at my face, far away from them didn’t change it at all. Beatrice could crush me with those invisible forces if she wished. They could kill me in so many ways that made my head hurt. And above the clouds Beatrice and Lucille were discussing my fate. I could die at any moment, anywhere, I had no place to hide, to escape route, I was in an open prison, being watched all the time. I looked up at the sky thinking that they may be are gazing down at me with their supervision and other powers I created. How can I even masturbate alone in the bathroom? What if Beatrice wakes up in a bad mood and x-ray-sees me whacking off with a photo of hers? Growing all big in my bedroom using her giantess powers to destroy the entire building with me inside? Would she?

I entered in my car and made a decision: I started to fap. Not just because I was desperate to do so, but it was a message and a test. If they don’t fry my car, then I passed the test. The message: they were just too hot to not doing so, even knowing that they can kill me. I would cum instantly if the car parked in front of me didn’t started to illuminate with a blinding red light. It fucking exploded! Fuck! “Okay! I got the message!” I yelled out loud removing my hands from my dick. Did they heard it? I started the engine and passed by the car in flames pretending I knew nothing about it.

I did what they told me. I went to bed. With my hands out of my dick. Thinking... what they did to Mark?

From my new dorm I saw another morning; Beatrice and Lucille’s armageddon didn’t happened yet. I saw a note hanging outside the window, it was Lucille’s handwriting: ‘Little John, we’ll be at Beatrice’s office after her class. Be there. Kisses.” She made a sketch of herself blowing me away with little hearts and cars and trees flying around in a little tornado. Cute.

On my way to my other classes, not really caring about it, Kritin found me while she was jogging in her sports outfit, back in the time when we played near our school she never wore nothing else than the insipid ‘mom bought me’ clothes. “You gave me a real kick yesterday” and she posed for me “wanna repeat?”

“I’m sorry Kristin... I can’t. Not today.”

“What?”

“I..”

“It is Paola?” What? Kristin was my new owner now?

“got stuff to do, personal”

“Okay, when then?” Kristin wasn’t smiling so much now.

“I’ll call you, give me your number.” I took off my cell phone and gave her to write it down. She wasn’t pleased.

“Is she bigger than me?”

“What?”

“Who are you dating?”

“No one.”

“Don’t lie to me, John.” She crushed my cheap plastic cell phone and let it to fall on the ground in pieces. “I hate when people lie to me.” She walked away. The worst part was that I wanted to repeat.

I took out the chip and threw the remains of my phone in the garbage. It was getting expensive to be in an amazon world. In one of my classes, I’ve found Paola with a bandage over her head, using sunglasses indoors. She didn’t want to acknowledge me. I imagined that it will just make her go for bigger muscles and be stronger to fight back future amazons, and she was already having troubles to fit in the old chairs of the class, only a few were newly designed for the amazons.

I couldn’t pay any attention to the class. My mind was wandering, thinking over the strange mess my life became. In every computer I used I searched for the goddamn folder and finding nothing. I hadn’t a clue on how to find my older one; it all meant that I was trapped, at mercy of the amazons or the superpowered ones. Without Lucifer I had no way out. If was true that Beatrice or Lucille wiped out ‘witnesses’, I was in real dangerous zone, a mine field. They didn’t look to feel remorse, like they were casualties of some war. Why such secrecy? Why not act like superman and save lives instead of ‘evacuate’ them? Were they Evil? Or they were part of a bigger plan?

And again, the Beatrice’s class was full, mostly men, not just because it was engineering, but all those geeks were in love with their young masterbrain professor Beatrice. After seen her twelve feet high, she didn’t felt so big at seven feet. Even her huge breasts were modest in comparison to what I had witnessed yesterday. The superpowered teacher gave her lecture hypnotizing all regardless of my presence in class. I did not told everything to her yet, and I didn’t know if I should. After all, I’ve made her eating compulsion disorder in brainpower instead of fat, without me she would walk in the shadows, invisible, without any respect from anyone, unhappily watching her body sink into more layers of unwanted fat; I was the only one who knew who she really was: the insecure, shy and mousy Beatrice. I think she was a better person back then. Her class ended and the people gave a swarm of applause, which she bashfully accepted.

There was a lot of people trying to speak with her, her assistant, a tall guy named Mitch or whatever was the gatekeeper to reach Beatrice. After some long minutes he contacted her and let me go inside. Her office was bigger than my old home, it had a big supercomputer with countless servers, pieces of modern technology and strange antiquities, and some photographs of her in hands with our tiny President. All of her assistants were guys, better looking than me, working fast for some reason, some mounting a table with all chocolate forms imaginable. They all stopped when Beatrice appeared behind a wide door and said “Leave.” Like this, they went away. “Come, John.” I walked behind her and she sat on her thousand dollars chair putting her feet in stiletto shoes over the desk. “Lucille will be here at any moment, please seat.”

“Nice office” I said trying to diverge my attention from her muscular legs.

“Remember that professor who said that I couldn’t build an engine alone?”

“I think he said it in a general way”

“It’s true for most people. Not me. At least, not until we worked on that CAD project together, what you did to me, John?” Should I tell her the truth? What if she doesn’t like it a bit?

“I... you, were my friend, and at the time you were very unhealthy, and... decided that it might be better for you to grow other places than...”

“Be fat?” she said opening a Godiva box and chewed a handful.

“That’s a harsh word, but yes, you were very unhealthy. And I’m sorry to do it without your consent. But I never imagined that would work... that well.”

“You had the power to change everything and opted to change me, I’m flattered, John.” What a relief that she said that and not fried me alive.

“You were... my friend.” I said as she stood up, letting herself to grow a little, making her conservative clothes to shrank around her body. It frightened me as it made me uncomfortable to hide my raging erection.

“You’ve made me into your fantasy girl?” her jacket split open sending buttons over me.

“I guess... you can say... that. But you’ve become much more than I hoped for.”

“I know. I have a big appetite.” she said as the chocolate candies from the box started to levitate to orbit her. Beatrice winked as she saw what I was hiding in my pants. “You can’t control yourself, right, John?” I felt her invisible force making pressure around my cock. “You just couldn’t stop yourself from making women bigger and stronger...”

I gulped “Yes! I cannot...” her mind stroked on my cock harder “...control it!” With a last push she made me cum.

“And I thought that we had nothing in common” Beatrice smiled. The wide door behind me opened and Lucille entered. Now I had to hide my soaked pants too.

“Hello, John” Lucille look down at me and frowned. “For gods' sake, John, you are really a little perv. Control yourself, would you?”

“I... sorry.” I said looking up at Beatrice back to her ‘normal’ seven feet high eating her flying chocolate.

“Open your legs” Lucille said.

“What?”

“Open your legs, you can’t stay like this” and Lucille used a portion of her heat vision to vaporize my awkward moisture.

“Too hot! Too hot!!”

“Ooops, sorry” she laughed and started to blow a gush of wind over me that made all papers in the office to fly.

“Lucille! Stop it. What a mess!” Beatrice moved the papers back to the table telepathically. She loved that power. “We have things to do here. John, I want a list of every single thing you’ve made with Lucifer. Every little thing. Everything that you can remember, stoned or not.”

“How can you know that the folder’s name is Lucifer? I didn’t tell that... yet.” I said as Lucille and Beatrice looked at each other. I swear I saw their lips moving but I did not hear a sound. Could they talk in other frequencies?

“All right, John. This is the whole shebang...” said Lucille “...every two thousand years some strange unknown energy, that humanity prefers to call Lucifer, enters in a medium, in this case... your computer... and it changes the human’s path for unknown reasons.”

“We suppose that is an alien force...” Beatrice added “...maybe an alien probe that enters our planet every two thousand years. See this artifact?” she held a hundred pounds rock with ancient paintings of what seemed to be a big man and a little woman side by side “it’s from twelve thousand years ago, it changed our matriarchal society to a male one, making men stronger and more apt for survival than women. Since then we live like this until you released us back to your rightful place.”

“How... can you know such things?” I asked looking up at Lucille.

“Internet” Lucille laughed. “Kidding. Ask Beatrice, she’s the brain behind this.”

“But why this alien force chose... drawings? On a rock? Or on a computer?”

“I believe that it doesn’t choose anything, it may be just programmed to do so, to help civilizations to evolve, and one sign of intelligence is to draw symbolic figures. Like this paleolithic cave art. I think the original programmers thought that artistic visions connected with sexuality would make a reasonable biological connection for the probe pre-programmed processes, or that sexual impulses are deeply linked with the steps of evolution.”

“Are you saying that this almighty transcendental alien force is dumb enough to make the stuff I did into reality regardless of its consequences?”

“Not dumb. Programmed. The chances are that the probe searched for someone who spend a lot of time doing things like this” and she single held the big rock “or this” she showed a morph that I did from a photo of Betty Pariso.

“Where did you found it? Is personal!”

“Internet” this time Lucille didn’t laugh. “DeviantArt. All those morphs of yours became reality, isn’t that hard to make the connection, John.” Shit, I should have deleted those deviants.

“What we didn’t know was that were yours, until yesterday, when you talked with Kristin.” Beatrice said. I breathed deeply sinking into all this.

“God, this probe is still out there?”

“Yes. We don’t know exactly for how much time, but it may stay with us for a hundred years before going away again.” Beatrice replied.

“But it disappeared from my computer...”

“Maybe the probe was programmed to stop for some reason. Some security lock. Do you remember what was the last thing you did before it vanished?” Of course I remembered, I was about to undo Lucille’s size and beauty because she didn’t want me anymore, maybe the probe went away because I started to be selfish.

“No, I don’t remember” I lied.

“Anyway, it can appear again for someone else. And with all the bizarre fetishes on the internet, it can have disastrous consequences.”

“And... your superpowers, how did you got them?”

“That’s the holiest secret, John.” Lucille said. “And we need to be careful with it, specially you. If the Prime finds out, we will be all screwed.”

“Prime?”

“The First superpowered, the one who can make others like herself.”

“Do you mean Sarenna?”

“SHHHH! Don’t say her name!”

“She’s that powerful?”

“No. But we need her to maintain our powers. From time to time, our powers weaken, and only another superpowered one can give us back. I gave Beatrice her powers, I received from another one in the Guild.” My mind raced on the image of Beatrice sucking Lucille’s big breasts.

“the Guild... you mean a bunch of big breasted superpowered girls? Why keep it a secret, is it a conspiracy?”

“The new world order is coming, John, when the Guild reveals itself, everything, the global economy, countries, corporations, religions, everything will be under the Guild interests. It’s very near.”

“Why they chose you to be in this... conspiracy?”

“Because of my remarkable natural size, John, no other girl is naturally nine feet tall, with my new powers, I can finally stay in this reasonable size. Since then my natural size grew a lot, as Beatrice has.” Damn, Lucille still can’t help herself to not grow in her multiple orgasms, as Beatrice can’t control her appetite.

“But they know anything about... Lucifer?”

“No. And we must keep that way. They aren’t very bright, or very... nice women, most of them are resented strippers, some had an entire living suffering with all the rejection from our society, for them it is payback time.”

“Oh, shit.”

“And this is your fault, John. You’ll have to fix it.” said Beatrice.

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