YEAR ZERO:
By Helplesscase
Women are changing the world in big ways.


OUR story starts in the midwestern US city of Chicago...

#1

SHARPIE was a regular visitor at this museum. Well, basically every Tuesday
ever since he was laid off 6 weeks ago. It was free admission on Tuesdays. He
didn't know much about art, but he enjoyed the solitude of this place. If
nothing else, it was just a great way to get out of his tiny studio apartment
without spending money.

He usually wandered around for less than an hour before he made his way to the
medieval exhibit. And he almost always spent most of his time in front of this
heavy looking suit of armor, which stood regally on the shiny black marble
floors of the museum. The polished curved surface of the breast plate
reflected his image back like a funhouse mirror, making him look stockier than
he actually was.

From its wedge-shaped metal feet to the polished dome of its helmet, the
complete suit stood 5'4" tall. This fact is what really fascinated him more
than anything about this piece. This suit was built at one time for a nobleman
who stood perfectly average at barely over 5 feet tall. What struck him was
that in the context of human history, this really wasn't all that far back in
time. How many hundred generations of men had existed at an average height of
less then 5 ½ feet? Then over the course of 20 or so generations something had
changed. Diet, genetics, something. He wondered what was the average height of
a Caucasian males in the United States must be now? 5'10"? Why did it seem
like every generation was still getting taller than the last? Or even more
importantly, at least to him, why wasn't HE?

He looked up at the eye holes in the helmet - they were still a few inches
above his sightline. He wondered how he would have fit in back then, at his
current height of 4'10" tall. Why he would be almost average height. Maybe
he'd still be short, but close enough not to stand out too much, he bet. Then
he might have been a 20% percentile male height, but now he was less than 1%.

Who knows how long he might have stood there in front of that suit that
afternoon. He was feeling particularly low, and this was one place he could
forget himself. But a woman's voice broke into his fantasy.

"Little boy? Little Boy?" He knew the voice was directed at him. In the still
air he could almost feel the sound waves hitting him in the back. He felt his
ears get instantly hot with frustration. Little Boy am I? This woman picked
the wrong day to make this mistake. He was really going to let her have it. He
wheeled around to face her. She was sitting on a bench not more than 10 feet
from him. She wore a fur coat and sat with perfect posture, her legs tight
together and her hands pressing her long skirt against her lap. His anger had
localized like venom gathering in his throat, but when he locked eyes with her
his throat went dry. She had the deepest dark blue eyes he had ever remembered
seeing, and her dark expressive eyebrows arched quizzically over them in a way
that could only be described as sexy and mysterious. Her long shiny dark hair
fell thick and silky around her perfect face. It was almost as if her beauty
was a light that he could bathe in. This had to be love at first sight. He
just stood there, stunned by her for about two pounding heartbeats. When he
finally made an effort to speak again she started first.

"Are you lost honey?"

Her voice was as silky and soft as her hair and skin appeared to be. It was
strong and deep, but at the same time unbelievably feminine. When he heard her
call him honey he felt hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"Um, me? No." Her beauty had extinguished his anger like a bucket of water
dumped over a lit match. On top of that, he practically forgot how to speak.

"Where are your parents?" She questioned.

"I'm here by myself."

"What kind of guardian would just bring you here and drop you off alone?" Her
eyebrows arched further, and despite their beauty, her eyes had a sharpness
that penetrated into him.

"I brought myself. I'm 22 years old." He stammered with his dry tongue
sticking to the roof of his mouth. She frowned in disbelief.

He took a couple of steps closer to her, his heart pounding in his chest. His
legs felt like they were made of wood so he stopped. Quickly he pulled out his
wallet and held out his ID for her to read, suddenly eager to prove to her he
was telling the truth. She seemed to be reading his face for a smirk or twitch
to give away that he was lying. She looked up and down his figure briefly then
he saw the corner of her very full sultry lips pull up into a slight smile.
"Well then. I guess if you got yourself here, then you can get yourself home
alright." With that she stood up and gathered her purse to leave. She wasn't
going to offer an apology for her misjudgment, and he didn't expect one. Women
that beautiful didn't apologize for silly mistakes like this.

"Don't worry, it happens sometimes." He stammered. She turned and drew herself
to her full height. She didn't respond with words, but smiled even more
radiantly and looked down at him - WAY down at him. His throat caught again as
she stepped by him. He was used to looking up at people, but not this much.

Her elbow nearly grazed his shoulder, or at least the fur of her coat almost
did. Her wonderful scent filled his nostrils and made him feel more
overwhelmed, but in a matter of seconds the sound of her heels clicking on the
marble faded out of range and she was gone.

#2

"I wish you would consider working for my father." Annie said for the
umpteenth time.

Sharpie sighed. "Annie, do we need to talk about this again right now?" She
turned to him.

"I think we do. I mean look, we're at the museum again for the 3rd time in a
month, because it's free on Tuesdays. Don't get me wrong, you know I'm not
materialistic. Heck, I pay for dinner half of the time when we go out." She
paused. Sharpie watched her start to twirl her brown hair around her finger.
It was a nervous habit, and it didn't exactly help reduce the flat oily look
her hair always had. "I mean, what's wrong with the job my dad offered?" She
took his hand and looked him in the eye. At 5 feet tall even, she was barely
taller than him.

"Annie, you know I hate sales jobs that involves cold calling. And besides, I
don't want your dad to have any more power over our relationship then he
already does."

"I know he's a little old fashioned, but he means well. He's harmless." She
stepped closer and whispered, "I mean, you're almost out of options. You're
almost 2 months behind on rent."

Sharpie sighed. "I know. You're right. I'll call him tomorrow and see if the
position is still open."

"That's great sweetie. I know you'll do fine." She hugged him and he hugged
her back. He looked over his girlfriend's shoulder and saw HER again right
away. Impossibly tall, and impossibly graceful. She was walking alone across
the other side of the room. He had come back twice since the last time they'd
spoken and watched for her the entire time. He couldn't' believe his luck,
seeing her again. He wanted desperately to follow her. Just to watch her walk.

"I have to get going sweetie." Annie said.

"Okay, talk to you later." He kissed her quickly on the cheek and turned to
relocate the mysterious woman, but she was out of sight now.

"Um, okay, bye then." Annie wondered what he was distracted by, but turned and
left.

Sharpie wandered through the halls for almost another hour before his feet
started to get tired from walking on the hard marble floors. He gave up and
decided to go home. It was the final deep freeze of winter outside. He knew
spring was coming soon, but there was no sign of it that night. He headed for
the bus stop. It had already been dark for a while, but he wasn't sure what
time it was. It got dark so darn early during this time of year.

After what he guessed was about 20 minutes at the bus stop he wasn't so sure
another bus was coming. The temperature had dropped down further as well. He
was stamping his feet in place to warm up a little, but they were getting numb
anyway. He really couldn't afford it, but he was realizing that he may need to
catch a cab. Cursing under his breath, he saw one of the yellow vehicles
coming so he stepped to the curb to call it. Unfortunately the driver didn't
notice him and drove right by. This in itself was frustrating, but as the car
passed, its tires sent a sheet of grey slush splashing across his legs,
instantly soaking him from his thighs down.

In a fit of rage, he kicked each of his legs into the air to get rid of the
dirty ice chunks. He looked up and saw another cab coming from the other
direction. This time he would not miss it. He jumped off the curb, over the
puddle and began to run across the street. Suddenly he heard a loud horn to
his left. Before he could turn he had the sense of being thrown, his body went
numb, and everything went black. Next, he heard a voice that sounded familiar.
He opened his eyes but everything was blurry. Then everything faded away.

#3

MATTIE wasn't really surprised when she caught her husband cheating. It was
more like a final, missing puzzle piece had just been assembled in front of
her, and now she could see the entire awful picture for the first time.

She hardly ever ventured into the tidy little suburban main street where she
sat parked that winter day. Most of the shops on Main St sold nothing more
than knick- knacks and expensive jewelry. Besides, going downtown usually
meant lots of walking, and this was hard on her knees and her feet. For quite
some time, Mattie's adventures from home consisted of nothing more than one or
two trips per week to Walmart. But today she had decided, completely out of
the blue, to wander over and drop in on her husband. She wanted to surprise
him for lunch. Maybe, she already knew about the other woman somewhere deep
down inside and she was finally ready to face it. Maybe she just wanted to get
out of the house and brighten a dreary winter day. But as she sat behind the
wheel of her car, there was no mistaking what had unfolded in front of her.

She saw them, arm in arm as they left the insurance office where he worked.
They trotted across the street, huddled together against the chilly wind. He
kissed her briefly and familiarly on the lips before he opened the car door
for her. Mattie couldn't remember the last time he had opened a door for her,
not that it was the biggest issue at hand, but it hammered the point home. He
got in the car and began to drive off. At first she just sat there in stunned
stillness, but as the car began to disappear from sight, she found herself
following.

An hour later, Mattie stumbled into her house. Her eyes were blurry and sore
from rubbing away tears. She walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water
on her face. After she toweled away the streaks of mascara, she stood there in
front of the mirror and looked long and hard at herself. She had never been
skinny like that bimbo Derrick went into that sleazy hotel with. She had
always been big boned, chunky, or what ever you wanted to call it. But her
weight gain had been steady ever since the birth of her only daughter Jessica
ten years ago. Her eyes took in her double chin, droopy cheeks and saggy
eyelids. She looked 10 years older than her 34 years. She looked down at her
big boobs, which drooped down and practically rested on top of her huge belly.
Her shoulders and back ached from the burden of the dead weight. Just standing
there, she could really feel the toll her obesity had taken on her legs. Her
knees almost buckled down every stair she descended anymore. Her body had
become almost like a prison around her.

It had taken years of self neglect to get to this point. But her husband
shared in the neglect. He had lost all interest in her ever since Jessica was
born. Mattie had become nothing more than a housekeeper and nanny. Every day
for 10 years he had left her at home and forgotten about her. Every night he
sat and ate the dinner she prepared in front of the TV and either went out
with friends or went to bed. She felt sure he shared in the responsibility for
what she had become. Certainly he was responsibly for cheating on her. But
what was she going to do? Leave him? She didn't want to break up her family.
But then, what could she do? She had nobody to talk to- except ... She
couldn't bother her, could she? Catherine? She barely knew the woman. But
something about her had told Mattie she really cared. There was something
special and sincere about her. She wasn't just another salesperson for a
weight loss scheme. She really had seemed to want to help Mattie. She had even
given Mattie her home number. Wiping her eyes, the distressed woman made her
way to the phone.

#4

SHARPIE woke up and tried to get his bearings. His eyes slowly focused on a
large chandelier. His head popped off the pillow and he looked around. His
head began pounding immediately so he laid it back down. He felt his forehead,
and there was a bandage on it. He picked his head up again, this time much
more gingerly. He couldn't believe it was real! He was in a room that was
larger then his entire apartment, lying on a couch that was probably worth
more then everything he owned. And she was real! After a few seconds, memories
of the night before began to replay in his mind. He set his head back to the
pillow and messaged his eyes though his eyelids. He groaned under his breath
and tried to think. Jumbled images and fragments of conversations cluttered
his thoughts. What had happened? He remembered the hospital. She had taken him
there after she hit him with her giant SUV. He became more aware of the dull
throbbing in his hip and his ribs. The doctor had said they were only bruises.
Deep bruise, but none the less, no broken bones. The doctor said he was very
lucky that he only suffered a mild concussion instead of more serious head
injury. She had taken him to her home. The large penthouse he was in at that
very moment! He messaged his temples tenderly. For the first some reason,
their first conversation on their ride back home ran foggily through his mind.

"What's your name young man?" She had asked. He had felt foolish when she
called him young man, because she couldn't have been more than 10 years older
than him. But her personality did seem very mature in some ways.

"Uh, my friends call me Sharpie."

"And why do they do that?"

"Umm, it just a nickname. It doesn't mean anything." He was embarrassed to
tell her it was just a stupid thing he had started calling himself as a kid
because he hated his real name. At his first day in 4th grade at a new school,
the teacher asked him to introduce himself, and for some reason he read
Sharpie off of a marker on his desk and blurted it out instead of his real
name. The kids all laughed and the name stuck.

"Well, Sharpie. What name did your mother give you?"

"My, uh, mom named me Steve."

"Okay, Steven. You had better stay with me tonight, you still seem
disoriented."

He remembered telling her some other things when they got to her penthouse.
Actually, lots of things. That he was new to the city, only here a year. That
he was laid off <groan>. That he was about to be kicked out of his apartment
<bigger groan>. That he was an only child. What HADN'T he told her? He hadn't
mentioned Annie. But, god, he had blabbed away like an excited little girl.
She on the other hand hardly said anything. She just kept watching him with
those beautiful penetrating eyes. Every time he had stopped talking, he would
feel as though he were melting in her beauty. No woman so attractive had ever
paid that much attention to him. So he just kept talking nervously, on and on.
Eventually he had passed out, apparently. The pain pills must have been
stronger than he'd realized. Had he learned anything about her? Wait. Her name
was Eva. That much he remembered. He pushed the blanket down and swung his
legs over the side of the couch. Suddenly he realized something. He sat bolt
upright and looked down at himself. He was wearing a T-shirt - and it wasn't
his! The pink cotton sleeves draped just past his elbows. He stood up and the
bottom came down to the middle of his naked thighs. He checked and was
relieved to see his boxers were still on. Just then a figure stepped into the
room.

"Oh good, you're up."

WHEN Eva walked in he was standing there with the funniest look on his little
face. She guessed he was probably wondering how he had gotten into one of her
T-shirts. The way his skinny little arms and legs stuck out of the baggy
clothes made her think of Popsicle sticks. He was 22 years old? Hard to
believe.

She was still a little winded from her morning Yoga. She had come straight in
from her exercise room downstairs. As she strode in she noticed him staring at
her chest, then she realized it had been a long time since anyone had seen her
wearing anything this revealing. Not since before the accident with James. She
hadn't felt much like being noticed since that day.

"So how did you sleep Steven?" His eyes darted to his feet.

"Umm, quite well, thank you."

"I suppose you would like to put your own clothes back on?"

"Uhh... yes. Please."

"Uhh..." She mocked his mumbling a little, "okay then." He blushed and tugged
down on the hem of the shirt down over his skinny thighs. It looked almost
like a pink dress on him. "Just head up the stairs and follow the hallway to
the end. That is my bedroom. I left your clothes folded on a dresser there.
When you're dressed you can meet me back down in the kitchen for breakfast.
Okay?" She put her hand on her hips and waited for his response.

"Yes...Eva. Sounds good." He got up and practically stumbled up the stairs.

"Oh, and you can put my T-shirt you're wearing in the clothes hamper while
you're up there as well." She called after him.

SHARPIE climbed the stairs, having to hold the hem of the t-shirt up to keep
it from catching on his knees. When he reached his room he was not surprised
at the size of it. Once again, his entire studio apartment would fit inside of
it. The huge bed reached up to his chest. Everything seemed customized sized
for this very tall woman. There was one large dresser along a wall, which must
have been custom made. Each drawer was probably 1.5 feet high. The top of the
dresser was just above his sightline. He reached up and felt around. It hurt
his bruised sides to reach that high, so he tried to work quickly. His ribs
weren't broken, but they were definitely bruised. After a few seconds of
grappling he felt something silky. He knew it wasn't his clothes so he drew
his hand away. A strap caught his hand as he pulled it down, and a bra fell
directly onto his head. One of the cups hung on his head like some sort of
large silk cap. He took it off and felt himself become aroused. The image of
her in her sports bra a minute before was still fresh in his memory. He
couldn't help but imagine one of her gigantic breasts filling the cup of the
bra he was holding.

The night before he had been struck with how beautiful she was. He had been so
entranced with her face that under her bulky fur coat and wool sweater, he had
only vaguely noticed her curves. This morning his jaw almost hit the floor. He
had no idea breasts so large and full could look so firm and buoyant. Like
many guys, something about large firm breasts drove him particularly crazy.

He held the red silk material with its lacy straps in front of himself and
gulped. He started to place it where he had found it but stopped. A little
devilish curiosity got the better of him when he noticed a small white tag. It
had an "H" stamped on it. Wow, size H! He had never seen cups so big. Her
height made them look more proportional on her body, but he wondered how big
they would feel in his hands.

Suddenly he heard footsteps outside the room. Quickly he lobbed the bra back
up just as Eva walked in. She stopped and looked down at him. Did she see him
with her bra? The silence between them was probably only 1 or 2 seconds but
Sharpie almost burst from the tension. What if this beautiful woman thought he
was a pervert?

"I realized you might need a hand locating your clothes." She smiled at him in
amusement again. "I remembered my dresser is a bit tall." Sharpie nodded
blankly as she reached over his head. He began to notice something about her
arms. They were quite toned. Then he began to realize they were actually quite
strong looking. Even though her arms were so long, they looked full and even
curvy. Not fat, but lean and defined, like a dancer's or maybe more like a
fitness model. Not like the super thin anorexic models on the front of fashion
magazines. Now that he was paying attention he saw she even had defined, sleek
biceps under her soft skin.

She inadvertently leaned closer to him as she reached onto the dresser, her
chest filling his view. Sharpie watched a single drop of sweat disappear into
deep cleavage, now only inches from his face. God, he thought, that sports bra
is really being tested.

"They're stacked." She said matter of factly.

"Huh?" He swallowed hard again.

"Your clothes are folded and stacked right here. There you go Steven." She
stepped back and handed them to him. You can change in the next room. I've
decided to shower now so I'm not late for work. I'll meet you back downstairs.
Then at breakfast I have a proposition for you."

#5

DERRICK left that morning without even saying goodbye. He had only mentioned
to her two days ago that he even had a business trip, and now he was gone for
two weeks. Mattie lay in bed and buried her head into her pillow in
frustration. She just knew that boney little blond would be there too.
Laughing with him at dinner...flirting with him...sharing his bed. Her first
instinct had been to hate her. At first, SHE was Mattie's enemy. But then it
slowly sunk in that all the blame fell squarely on her husband. She felt tears
starting to form.

"NO!" She said out loud. "No more crying." She threw the covers off and forced
herself to her feet. She marched herself straight downstairs into the
basement. She didn't bother changing her clothes, she just walked up to the
long bar with weights on it and picked it up. Over and over again she heaved
the heavy bar up against her big chest and then over her head. The metal
plates rattled against each other from the stiff quick movements. When she
felt like stopping she thought about him with that little bimbo again and felt
another surge of strength. Finally, when her frustration was temporarily eased
by exhaustion, she dropped the bar at her feet and caught her breath. She had
grown to love exercise the past few weeks. How had she survived without it so
long?

She walked up to a dirty old mirror against the wall and observed herself. She
had definitely changed. Her belly still pushed out against her night shirt,
but not farther then her breasts anymore. And her breasts even seemed less
saggy. They didn't rest on her belly much at all now, despite their large
size. She knew the muscles in her chest were making a big difference. Her legs
were firm looking, with no more signs of that loose fat that used to droop
over her knees. She tightened her quads and could see lumps of muscle starting
to show through. She held her arms up and flexed them. There was still some
loose skin underneath her arm, but the skin was now becoming taunt around
large meaty biceps. She felt a surge of pride. She picked up a pencil and
walked over to another wall. Standing against it, she carefully made a level
mark at the top of her head. She turned around and put a date next to the
mark. Another ½" of growth in just the last 5 days. She was almost 6 feet tall
now. Any normal husband would have noticed all of the changes in her, but her
husband barely even looked at her anymore. With her emotions welling up, she
picked up the weight and started again.

#6

"HELLO, Eva Gladstone's personal assistant speaking." Sharpie chirped into the
phone.

"Hello Steven. This is Eva."

"Hello Eva!!!" He winced at his own excess enthusiasm. He knew he was trying
to hard, but he wanted to impress her.

"Did the rest of your things arrive?" She asked.

"Yes. It's all here and in my room." Sharpie answered.

"Very good. I'll be in at 7:15 tonight."

"Okay, dinner will be ready at 7:15. See you tonight." But he realized the
phone had already hung up before he finished his last sentence. He early on
that she wasn't one for unnecessary pleasantries, but it was a habit for him.

Sharpie immediately called down to the 2nd floor restaurant and notified the
manager when to deliver the meal. That was all there was to it. The restaurant
already had a schedule of meals to prepare for her each day. All Sharpie had
to do was let them know precisely when she would be ready for them. All of
Sharpies duties for Eva were just as simple as this, really. Ever since she
had offered him the position of personal assistant, things had gone almost
eerily smoothly. Everything was so simple that he kept wondering why she
bothered having a personal assistant at all. It would be almost as easy for
her to make the calls directly herself instead of calling him.

Because Eva was the sole owner of the large department store on the 1st floor,
everyone in the building knew who she was, and everyone fell all over
themselves to make sure her expectations were met. Other businesses in the
high-rise all benefited greatly from her successful operation. As a result,
Sharpie's job was very easy.

He walked into the spare bedroom that Eva had designated for him and began to
unpack one of the last boxes. She had been kind enough to have movers deliver
his belongings for him. She had mentioned that it would be ridiculous to
expect him to carry any boxes by himself, and that she didn't have time to do
it. He didn't want to argue with his new boss, so he let it go.

Free room and expenses, along with a stipend of $50.00 per week. That was the
deal he agreed to. It wasn't much money, almost nothing really, but she had
pointed out that it would get him a deposit on an apartment by the time he
found a job. Not that any of that mattered to him past the fact that he was
now basically roommates with possibly the most beautiful woman on Earth. And
the best part was that if he could prove himself capable as her personal
assistant, she promised to hire him in her store! Then his salary would become
about twice what he was making previously before he was laid off. But the
opening wasn't to arrive for 3 more months, when a new department opened.

The most difficult thing had been breaking up with Annie. Eva had said that
her assistant wouldn't have time to date. If he wanted the job, he would have
to put things on hold. It seemed cold and unfair, but he knew women like Eva
didn't play second fiddle to anyone, not even employees. It took him almost 3
days to call Annie. He knew she didn't know how to get a hold of him at Eva's
penthouse, so the ball was in his court. When he finally did call, he got her
voice mail. He felt terrible about it, but he broke up with her over a
message. How could he explain that he'd met the most beautiful and mysterious
woman on earth and she told him to break up with his girlfriend, so that's
what he was doing? He just told her he was going back home to Virgina and she
shouldn't expect to hear from him again for a long while.

Eva had specifically wanted him to stay at her penthouse all day and be on
call while she was working. The first rule was no visitors when she wasn't
home. The second rule she had given him specifically about her home was that
the room adjoined to her bedroom was off limits. She hadn't said why, and she
hadn't said that her own room was off limits, just the one adjoining hers.
Still he had stayed clear of hers as well out of respect.

#7

ANDREW slid the pin into the stack of weights, setting it for 50 pounds. He
gripped the 12" steel bar with both hands, curling it to his chest, and the
cable attached to it raised the 50 pound stack. "Five, six, seven..." He
hissed through gritted teeth. When he finished his set he got to his feet and
walked over to the drinking fountain, giving himself a minute to catch his
breath. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. At 40 years old he
didn't look all that bad. He still had all of his hair; he stood 5'10", 170
lbs. His belly stuck out a little, but not too bad. He could see where his
biceps were a little swollen from his reps on the machine. He sipped the water
from the fountain and turned back to the nautilus. His daughter Autumn had
already finished her turn on the machine and was waiting for him again.

"Come on dad, lets not lose the pace."

"I'm going, I'm going." He gripped the bar again but nothing happened when he
pulled on it. "Oops, sorry dad-I'll get it." Autumn pulled the pin from the
stack and moved it from 110lbs to 70lbs.

"Umm... can you move it to 50?" He asked sheepishly.

"Oops, I thought 50 was just for your warm-up set. My bad." She quickly moved
the pin up two more plates. "Okay, one, two, three..." She counted his reps
from behind. He felt her fingertips press his elbows in to straighten his
form. "All the way to your chest dad. Good. Look at your biceps working,
four...five...six...one more dad...come on." She used her fingertips on the
bar to help him finish the last rep. "Alright good job! We'll get you back in
shape in no time." When he let go of the bar his daughter held up her hand and
he weakly gave her a high-five.

She moved the pin back down the stack to 110. Glancing over her shoulder at
him, she smiled. Most of her pretty face was obscured by the long platinum
hair that fell around her shoulders. "See daddy, with your back straight and
your elbows pressed in you can really isolate the muscle, watch." Any pride he
had about his physique was again completely beaten into submission once again
by his daughter. "See how I get that extra peak at the end of the curl?" He
watched her arms raise the 110 lb stack over and over again in perfect
rhythym. Her forearms flared and her biceps swelled into wide thick piles of
muscle with each curl. "Daddy, can you see the difference with elbows tucked
in?"

"Yes honey." He answered dryly.

"Fourteen, fifteen Wooh!" She shook her arms out. "Doesn't it feel good to
push your muscles like this? Come on, we need to do shoulders now."

As they walked over to the other part of the gym, Andrew tried to make
conversation. "Do you plan on getting a job this summer?"

"Oh, yes, I got a job through an old friend of my mom's. I'm going to be doing
some babysitting and house sitting."

She picked up two 20 lb dumbbells and demonstrated an exercise, keeping her
arms straight and slowly bringing the weight up in front of her until her arm
was level with her shoulders. She handed him the weights and he tried to
follow her instruction, lifting the weight to shoulder height, like she did.
When his arms got about halfway up to being level his shoulder began to shake
and he couldn't lift it any higher. "Hold on dad." She took the weights from
him and gave him two others, this time 10 lb versions. "Here, let's start with
these. No need to risk injury." He began to do the exercise again. He just
wished she would leave him alone and let him figure it out by himself. "No,
keep your wrist like this." Standing in front of the wall mirror, Andrew could
see his daughter's eyes looking down from over the top of his head. She
reached around him and gently took his wrists. Andrew felt self conscious with
her thicker stronger arms next to his. Her chest contacted his back and he
winced, wishing not to think about how firm and large her breasts were. Those
thoughts might just ruin breasts for him forever. "Does that feel good?" She
asked.

"Uh, what? NO! I mean, what?"

"The weight does it feel good when you hold it this way instead of the way you
were holding it?"

"Uh, yeah. Thanks."

"Isn't this fun? I never thought I'd get to teach my dad how to do something
new." Mercifully she walked back over to the dumbbell rack, but when she
returned with 30 lb weights and performed the same exercise, he just wanted to
go home and be left alone.

Finally, an hour later he was sitting in the sauna, trying to keep from being
too depressed. Autumn was still running on a treadmill, so he had time to let
his exhausted arms rest before he had to try to drive home. He wasn't sure how
his arms would even hold the steering wheel, they were so tired. He sighed,
thinking about Autumn. He had a picture on his desk at work of himself holding
her in his arms. Things were so different when that picture was taken. She was
so normal then. The picture was only 4 years old. It didn't even feel that
long ago.

It started with the divorce 5 years ago. His ex-wife Stacy took full time
custody and he got visitation rights. Unfortunately Stacy moved three states
away, so visitation had become two months every summer, and maybe Thanksgiving
or Christmas on a rare occasion.

During Autumn's second summer with him, he noticed a difference in her. She
was gaining confidence and becoming an athletic girl. She had started to
sprout, and to his fatherly dismay, beginning to show a womanly shape already.
In the fall, he noticed she had sprouted even more, and she was happier than
ever. He worried a lot about older boys taking advantage of a girl developed
beyond her maturity. But by the last summer she had become more then just
athletic looking. She had really grown, and was looking him straight in the
eye. And her body carried more muscle then he'd ever seen on a young girl. She
had barely become a teenager and her arms were probably as muscular as any of
the boys in her class. He couldn't complain about the way she carried herself,
she was feminine and graceful beyond her years, but he still worried she was
possibly on performance drugs of some kind. He had called his ex-wife Stacy
and asked about it but all she would say was that it was fine and not to
worry. That he should just be proud and encourage her. This was exactly what
he had expected from his feminist ex-wife, so he took Autumn to two different
doctors before she went back home. They both said she was perfectly healthy
and that there were no steroids or similar drugs in her. She was just a
physically gifted girl who really enjoyed exercise. They assured her a girl of
her age was at the end of her growth spurt and more feminine pursuits would
certainly follow for her.

Over the course of the next several months while she was back with her mom he
had tried to ask her about her growth without seeming worried. He would ask
her occasionally over the phone if she had grown taller. She would just answer
"Um, I don't know, not that I've noticed", and move on to another topic. He
asked her a couple of times if she was still exercising a lot, and she would
just say "Uh a little I guess. Class keeps me pretty busy. Also, I've joined
the drama club." He had begun feel relieved that maybe her interests were
changing and she was fitting back in with normal girls.

But earlier this week, when he met her at the airport, she had shocked him
beyond words. She laughed hard when she saw the disbelief in his expression.
Then she explained to him that she had been waiting all year to surprise him.
Her was looking straight into her chin. Her arms and shoulders looked like
they would fit on a college football player! But he never could have guessed
how strong she really was until they came to the gym together today.

After his sauna, he met his daughter at the gym exit.

"Ready to go dad?" She smiled down at him.

His eyes almost bugged out of his head when he saw her wearing spandex shorts
and a bikini top with tiny triangles that didn't cover ½ of her large breasts.

"Young lady, what do you think you're wearing?"

"Oh, dad, you're so cute." He couldn't see her eyes through the dark
sunglasses she was wearing. She was also wearing platform sandals that made
him crane his neck even more to look at her face. She stood with her hands on
her hips and smiled down at him. Suddenly he felt emotionally overpowered.
Maybe it was the workout, he told himself.

"We'll talk about it when we get home." He said as firmly as he could muster.

"Okay, if it will make you feel better. In the meantime, give me the keys."
Andrew gave her a confused look.

"The car keys daddy. I turned 16, I have my license now." He sighed and
dropped his keys into her palm. They felt like 10lb weights in his hand
anyway.

"Okay, but drive carefully."

As they lurched out of the parking lot, Andrew yelped in fear. "Take it easy
Autumn!" She smiled down at him. With the convertible top down her platinum
hair was blowing all around her.

"Relax daddy. I'm in control." Somewhere behind them a car honked. She raised
her hand in the air showing someone her middle finger. She put her arm to rest
over Andrew's shoulders, and the weight of it pressed him into his seat as she
turned the corner. The tires squawked and the engine roared. Britney Spears
was blaring on the radio, and every male within 2 blocks was looking at his
daughter's chest. This was going to be a long summer.

#8

DR. REINGHOLD nearly dropped the pipette as he tried to place it into the rack
too quickly. "Relax, Gerald." He told himself. Nervously he stopped in front
of a window that looked more like a mirror because of the dark room on the
other side of the glass. He matted his thinning hair down with his hands and
quickly rebuttoned his lab coat, which he realized had been misaligned. Not
knowing what else he could do to improve his appearance, he wiped the lenses
of his glasses with the hem of his coat and organized the pens in his breast
pocket. "She doesn't love you for your looks", he said to himself. "It's what
you have up here." He watched his reflection point to his temple. He smiled
and let his shoulders relax, but then he heard the door handle rattle and
nearly jumped. Five years and he still got this nervous.

Catherine walked in, wearing a white lab coat as well but she hadn't bothered
to button it. He could see that underneath she was wearing a fancy looking
black dress. Even with her safety glasses on her eyes took his breath away.
She was still 5 feet away from him when he caught the faint scent of her
wonderful perfume. He hadn't seen her in days. It had been too long. "Thank
you for rearranging your schedule to make it here tonight." He said.

"Of course Gerald. This is very important."

Without another thought he dropped to his knees and took her hand in both of
his, kissing her ring. It was her wedding ring that he bought for her with
every penny he had to his name at the time. He had even sold his car to help
him get the biggest diamond he could for her.

"Thank you my little mad scientist." She smiled down at him.

He jumped to his feet and moved in to hug her. He wanted to bury his face in
her bosom. But she stopped him easily with her finger tips on his chest. "You
have some big news for me?" She was still smiling warmly at him but he knew
she wanted to get down to business.

"Uh, yes. Umm, right here, take a look." He reached over to a nearby table and
handed her some papers. She read them for a minute. He didn't bother
explaining the formulas and symbols. He knew she was very smart and would
understand them. Instead he just watched her upper arm strain the heavy fabric
of her coat. Just a little more. If she would only bend her arm a little more,
he was almost certain the sleeve would tear. Come on, bring the paper a little
closer, he silently begged.

"This is basically what you showed me last time." She said handing him the
paper back. "Show me the break through you told me about darling."

"Um, oh, yes, this way." He spun around and set the papers back down, but
knocked over an empty beaker, nearly sending it off the table. He cursed his
clumsiness, but she paid no attention. She was used to the affect she had on
him. He led her to a computer and sat in front of it. He opened a program and
ran a simulation for her. In a matter of seconds a complicated series of
graphs appeared on the display. Once again he knew he shouldn't bother
explaining it to her. He didn't want to insult her. Gently, she placed her
hand over his, which was still covering the mouse, guiding the screen to focus
on a certain point.

"Oh my." She breathed. She leaned closer to the screen, her bosom pressing
against his shoulders. "How did you get this result?"

"Uh, your last gene sample you provided showed me something that gave me an
idea. I believed all along there was still more to unlock. I don't know why it
took so long for me to decipher."

"Only you could spend so much time looking at my DNA and not go insane." She
chuckled.

"How could any scientist grow tired of studying the perfect human specimen?"
He knew it sounded horribly cheesy, but he really meant it. He knew she was
the key to unlocking possibly 100,000 years of evolution in only seconds. Well
at least for females. He knew there were no similar genes in the male body
like what he had found in the female body. Male genes had no such hidden
tumblers just waiting for the right key to set them instantly into place.

"I believe you are the smartest man on the planet Gerald. Do you think there
are any more genes to unlock?"

"No, I believe this was the last one."

"How long until you can create a working serum?"

"I should be able to create a water soluble version of the latest agent in
just a matter of days now. Then ingesting even a drop will be the genetic
equivalent of turning on a light switch."

"Mmm, that sounds wonderful." She pulled her arms around him and pressed her
lips against his cheek. He nearly squealed with joy. He closed his eyes and
allowed himself to feel her steely arms around him. He hugged her arm, feeling
the strained jacket sleeve, almost certain he heard something tear. Suddenly
she let go and moved him back out to arm's length.

"Are you going home now Catherine?" He asked hopefully.

"Sorry. Not yet. I have some fund raising to do tonight. Don't wait up for
me." Then she winked. "I want to find you in bed."

When she walked away, he watched her calves explode with power in each step.
"Superhuman. He whispered to himself. "And she's mine."

His head was swimming. It was becoming a reality. Someday all women would be
as genetically gifted as his wife. But none ever as beautiful, he sighed.

#9

EVA found herself lying on a white bed, in a white room, surrounded by people
dressed in white. Her legs splayed out in front of her, partially obscured by
her big belly. She didn't need them to tell her that the baby inside of her
was dead. She asked for her husband, but none of the doctors or nurses
answered her. They kept talking among themselves. She asked again but still no
one turned. She started to scream for him, but her voice went hoarse and
disappeared. She tried to get up, but her body felt held down by an invisible
force. She twisted, and shook her head.

Eva sat up in her dark bedroom, panting. Her heart was pounding. It had been a
dream. But her husband really was gone. And so was her baby. She had lost them
both that horrible night. She got up and went into the kitchen, poured herself
a glass of water and walked slowly back into her room. Minute by minute, her
breathing returned to normal. She opened a drawer in her dresser and removed a
picture of herself with James. They each had one hand on her pregnant belly.

It had been exactly 1:00 AM when she woke her husband James and told him that
her water had broken. Eva put the picture back in drawer and lay back in bed.
Two seconds slower, or two seconds faster, and she would have a husband and
baby boy right now, she thought. Or maybe it was fate. Maybe the drunk driver
was a devil in disguise, who would take her family and leave her infertile no
matter what. That last thought almost made her feel better somehow.

She considered calling Catherine. It wouldn't be the first time she had woken
Catherine in the middle of the night, sobbing into her ear. If the drunk
driver was her devil, Catherine was her angel. Catherine had saved her from
depression, and in truth probably saved her life. Catherine had made her
strong.

Eva reached toward her nightstand for the phone but stopped short of picking
it up. Another thought soothed her. She walked silently into the room where
Steven slept and stood over him for quite some time. Her exterior appeared
completely tranquil as she stared down at his small outline, but inside she
felt as if she were percolating. She suddenly began to understand her innate
desire to keep him near her. She felt a ball of warmth grow insider her, and a
smile spread across her face. She had a plan. She would call Catherine after
all, but this time for a different kind of help.

#10

ALYSSA was putting dinner's dishes away when she had asked him. Kevin was
instantly seething. Why would she ask him something so stupid like that? He
walked up behind her and slammed the cupboard door shut in front of her. The
cabinets rattled and she jumped in place. A plate slipped out of her fingers
and crashed onto the floor. Her thin small fingers trembled.

"Are you as dumb as you are clumsy?" Kevin looked down at his wife with
disdain.

"No. I just wanted to know-" Alyssa stammered.

"You just wanted to know if I can stay home with the kids on league night so
you can go gossip with your little book club."

"I thought maybe we could get a babysitter." She spoke quietly with her head
down.

He grabbed her thin wrists and spun her to face square to him. "That's why
YOU'RE here. We don't need a babysitter. I don't need you trying to get out of
your job. You're a woman for Christ's sake. It's YOUR job to look after the
house when I'm gone. I'm out working hard everyday while you're home watching
soaps. Then you want to know if I'll spend money on a babysitter while you go
off and complain to your little friends about me. Don't think I don't know
what you women talk about. If you'd just do your job around here we wouldn't
have any problems. If I'd known what a lazy bitch you were I never would have
bothered with you in the first place." He let her wrists go, and she messaged
one with her fingers. She was such a drama queen.

He looked down at the broken plate on the floor. "Stop crying and clean up
that broken glass. I swear, you're about worthless." He turned to the kids who
were still sitting at the table. "Why don't you kids go outside and play for a
while."

Kevin walked out of the house and shook his head. If she didn't have such a
nice little body he would have left her by now. She was more pain then she was
worth most of the time. It seemed like no matter how many times he put her in
her place she still didn't learn.

#11

THE chapel was brightly lit with sun shining though stained glass windows. In
the front of the large room was a 10 foot tall marble statue of a woman in a
business suit, holding a baby in one arm, clutched against her bosom. The base
of the statue was comprised of a marble version of man, kneeling and hugging
her legs with his face buried into her skirt, about mid-thigh. The woman
appeared proud and protective as she clutched her baby in one arm, and touched
the top of her husband's head with the other. Her long strong looking fingers
seemed to drape over the man's scull and surround it protectively. The man's
figure was noticeably diminutive to the woman's thick full figure. Alyssa
looked around at the all-female members filling the pews. Many of them were
beautiful, most of them were rich, and all of them were proud and strong. It
made her body tingle with excitement. Could it be possible for her too? A few
feet in front of the statue, a large shapely woman stepped up to an alter. It
was her own sponsor, Catherine.

Catherine began speaking. "Sisters, today is a festive day for us. We have
another group of beautiful women ready to join our sisterhood, ready to awaken
from repression and fulfill the potential inside of them. I hold in front of
me the chalice which every sister here has sipped to accept their gift. It is
a special gift from Mother Nature, and it is the key to unlocking the true
grace and power trapped in all women. For those of you who are sponsoring a
new member, you have given a wonderful gift. At this time, I ask the new
sisters in our family to please step forward and accept your new life of
empowerment."

The new members made their way forward, one at a time, drinking from the
chalice. When Alyssa stepped up to the alter, Catherine motioned for her to
remove her sunglasses. Reluctantly, Alyssa did so, revealing a large black
eye. Her lip was also slightly swollen from the previous night's beating by
her husband. It had been an argument over her coming to this very place. He
didn't want her going anywhere that was secret from him. But nothing Kevin
could have done to her would have stopped her from coming here today. The
beating Kevin had given her might have been enough to stop her in the past,
but another recent incident had given her the courage. Earlier that day,
before Kevin had taken his fist and smashed it into her face, something more
disturbing had happened. Her own 8 year old son had called his 6 year old
sister a 'little bitch' at the dinner table. Her husband Kevin had heard it,
and actually laughed. Alyssa could not bear to let her son grow up so
misguided, and her daughter abused. She had made her mistakes, but her
children wouldn't pay for them. Alyssa raised her wiry arms and took the large
cup from her mentor. She swallowed a small sip of the thick sweet drink and
looked up into Catherine's eyes. The beautiful woman's large eyes seemed to
pull the doubts from her mind. As Alyssa returned to her seat she swore she
could feel something change inside of her. Certainly it must have been her
imagination, nothing could happen that fast, could it? But the thought still
made Alyssa smile for the first time in a long time.

#12

SHARPIE woke up and rolled over to look at the clock. 11:00AM? He had slept
through his alarm again! The surge of adrenaline brought him back to full
alert. He only had 30 minutes to get Eva's lunch and dry cleaning! As he threw
some clothes on and tried to mat his hair down he wondered to himself how this
kept happening.

How long had he been working for Eva now? 6 weeks? 10 weeks? He'd lost track,
but this trend of sleeping in wasn't going away. He had set the alarm right
next to his head, but he still slept through it!

And the dreams he was having- so strange. Actually, he didn't even know what
he was dreaming about. It was more of an essence he was left with every
morning, but it was always the same. For the first 1-2 seconds after waking,
he would remember everything. But then everything slipped away. It was as if
his dreams were a warm bath, and when he woke, a large drain opened up sucking
them all away. But he was almost certain the dreams were all exactly the same
or shared a strong common thread. He sensed there was one prevalent voice in
all of them, even though he couldn't remember what it sounded like. There also
seemed to be a smell, and even at taste. How could there be a taste? Once he
was awake, he felt great, but why was he sleeping 14 hours a night!?

#13

MATTIE stepped down from her exercise bike. The seat and metal frame groaned
as her weight shifted. She walked past scattered weights on the thinly
carpeted floor and stood in front of the mirror. Two hours on the bike had
left her legs feeling warm and tingly, but even at the most resistant setting
it was easy work for her. She turned to the side and stood on her tip toes.
All signs of fat in her lower legs and thighs were gone, replaced by hard
thick muscle. Her hips still carried some fat, but her butt had a round firm
shape to it that she never thought she would see. Catherine was right, mixing
cardio exercise and stretching with weights was really paying off. Her stomach
was nearly flat now as well! She could barely pinch more than a couple of
inches anymore, despite the thickness of her torso. When she pushed her
fingers into her belly she could trace plates of muscles in her abdomen. She
faced the mirror again and put her hands on her hips. Her back and shoulders
had always been strong, but now her posture looked straight and proud. The
five inches of height she'd gained so far had also done wonders to offset her
wide frame she thought. She bent her arms and admired them. No skin dangled
from her arms anymore, the skin was tight over large smooth biceps and
triceps. She picked up a couple of barbells and curled them, watching her
muscles easily handle the weight that had been so heavy for her only weeks
ago. Slowly and easily she curled, watching the loaves of muscle on her arms
form into cannon balls. She knew her husband could never curl this much
weight. He was coming back today from his 2 week 'business trip'. More
disturbing images flashed thought her imagination. Her face was turning red as
the weights continued to pump up and down, faster and faster now. She couldn't
stop thinking about him screwing that blond! She tossed the weights on the
concrete floor in disgust. Well, things would be changing for him starting
tonight when he got home. "I can't wait to see his face when he sees me." But
even in her anger there were some self doubts playing in her mind. Would he be
able to find her attractive?

Her daughter Jessica thought her new strength was wonderful. But Derrick would
be a totally different story. She had come such a long way in the last two
weeks that there would be no hiding the changes in her body now, even from
someone so aloof as Derrick. "I'll make him love me." She said through gritted
teeth.

She had sent Jessica to her mother's for the night. She knew what she was
going to say to him, and what she was going to do. Now she just needed to do
it. Her stomach turned with butterflies. This was going to be the first day of
a new start between them. She took another look at the mirror and smiled
before she headed upstairs to get ready for his arrival.

#14

EVA stood there with her hands on her slim waist, looking down at him over the
curve of her tremendous bosom and her lips curled down in a frown. Sharpie
hated when she looked at him like that. When her blue eyes narrowed at him
that way it made him feel like an icy laser was zeroed in on him. God, he
would do almost anything to avoid that look. He wished she would say
something.

He ran into the kitchen and held a rag under hot water. When he came back into
the family room her foot was tapping the floor impatiently. He quickly knelt
down and began scrubbing the red stain on the white carpet.

Her hands jerked him to his feet and spun him around. Her grip hurt his arms
but he stayed quiet.

"Stop it; you're just rubbing the stain in. Why didn't you just ask for help?"

"I-I was just trying to bring you a drink."

"What made you think you could carry two glasses at once? It takes two of your
little hands to hold one of these glasses."

"I-I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"I know it won't, because for now on you are not allowed to bring any food or
drink into this room. Understand?"

"Yes."

"What do you understand?"

"No food or drink in here." Her grip was so strong; he had to answer through
gritted teeth. He knew she wasn't hurting him on purpose, but she was all the
same. His vision began to blur with tears and he looked down so she wouldn't
see them.

"I'll have to bring a professional in to clean it. Just take the glasses back
to the kitchen." Mercifully she let him go. He picked the glasses up, one at a
time and walked each of them into the kitchen. From there he went straight to
his room.

He laid there on his bed and thought about what he had done, and how angry it
had made her. His mind felt so mushy. All he could think about was her. It
seemed that was all he wanted to think about. Her beauty. Her happiness. He
fantasized non-stop about being her lover. What man in his right mind,
wouldn't! But for him, he knew it had become an obsession. He thought about
her every waking moment. He was like a puppy dog waiting at her front door
every evening when she came home. His favorite part of the day was watching
her walk through that door. How she looked in what she was wearing. What she
might look like underneath...

He shook his head to stop his train of thought. He had to be realistic. She
was out of his league. She could have anyone, why would she want him? But then
there were also hints of possibility. He felt that she had started to warm up
to him in a way she didn't with anyone else. She was so... frigid in so many
respects. But in the past weeks she had started to let her guard down around
him. She seemed almost affectionate toward him sometimes. She touched him
gently on the shoulder or back of his head sometimes when she talked to him.
And then she often stood so close to him... she never acknowledged it when she
bumped into him, and it seemed to happen quite frequently. She of course never
apologized, even when she sent him stumbling. She might mumble something about
not seeing him at the most. Not that he minded.

How long had he been there now? The days and weeks just melted together. How
long had it been since he even left the building?

He heard a knock at the door. He sat bolt upright on the bed. Before he could
answer, the door began to open. She was standing there in a silk robe and her
hair was wrapped in a towel. She didn't say a word to him, but held her hand
out. Her expression was unreadable, and she seemed to be looking at the floor.
At least she wasn't looking at him in that piercing way anymore. He got up and
walked to her. She continued to hold her hand out, and he took it. As she led
them down the hall, he felt afraid. Was she going to kick him out?!

"I'm really sorry. I promise I won't spill anything again." He pleaded, but no
response. "I'll do a better job." No response.

She led him back into the family room. There was the faded stain on the white
carpet. Was she going to yell at him some more? She led him past the stain,
around to the couch and sat down. The television was showing C-span, which is
what she routinely watched for about an hour before bed. She gently pulled him
to sit down as well. When he did, she gently pulled his head down to her lap,
and guided his legs to rest on the couch. She never said a word, but watched
C-span, with him resting his head there on her lap. Her fingers gently stroked
his hair, creating goose bumps all over his body. Her touch gave him
butterflies, and her warm thigh against his cheek might as well have been
heaven. They stayed there in silence. Was this her way of apologizing? If so,
he loved it.

The next morning Sharpie was in for another surprise. Eva wanted to take him
to breakfast. Even in a plain t-shirt and shorts with her hair lazily pulled
up into a clip she looked gorgeous. She took his hand as they walked, which
gave Sharpie an incredible rush. The fact that she wanted to hold his hand had
to mean something special.

As they strolled downtown making their way to the restaurant, every man who
passed seemed to stare at Eva. How could Sharpie blame them? After all, her
tall sleek body radiated femininity and beauty beyond measure. Sharpie
couldn't resist looking up at her each time one of them spoke, if nothing
else, just to take in a glimpse of the wonderful bounce and giggle of her
enormous breasts in that strained t-shirt.

"You don't shave your face, do you?" Eva asked out of the blue.

"What do you mean?"

"I've never seen stubble on your face. Do you shave?" She asked.

"No. It's just a family trait though. I mean it's not like I never hit
puberty. It's just a family trait." He felt defensive. Why was she asking
this?

"Huh. It's probably another reason why you look so young though."

"Yeah, I suppose." He muttered. They walked into the restaurant and waited for
the hostess. A tall slim girl about his age dressed casually but carrying
menus walked up to them.

The girl held up two fingers. "Two this morning?"

"Yes." Eva answered. The girl led them to a booth.

"Does this cutie need a kid's menu?"

"No, that's alright, two adult menus please." Eva smiled broadly and looked at
him. The girl left two menus and announced that the waiter would be there
shortly.

Sharpie couldn't believe what had just happened. "I can't believe that ditz
thought I was a child." He fumed.

"Aww. Don't be mad. It's an easy mistake to make." Eva chided.

"Not for anyone with two eyes and a brain."

Eva's smile faded. "I mistook you for a young child when I first saw you. Do
you think I'm a ditz?"

"No, of course not. But this is different. Compared to you, I'm- Never mind."

"Compared to me, you're what Steven?"

"Nothing, never mind."

"Okay, fine. I have a deal for you Steven. When the waiter comes, if he thinks
you're older than 12 years old I will admit that she's a ditz and nobody with
two eyes and a brain could make that mistake. Agreed?"

"Sure. But how do we..." Just then a waiter walked up. A normal looking guy,
probably near 30 years old.

"Good morning, are you ready to place your orders?" He asked.

"Well, actually my nephew here needs a child's menu first."

"Oh, I'm sorry miss. I'll get one right away." The waiter turned and went to
get one.

"That doesn't count!" Sharpie protested. "He never even looked over at me! He
was staring at YOU the whole time. Plus you lied and said I was your nephew."
Sharpie's complaints felt hollow to his own ears. He couldn't believe what was
transpiring.

"Okay. Let's try something else." She was smiling broadly, obviously enjoying
the situation. The waiter walked up just then with the children's menu. "Sir,
do you think my nephew needs a booster seat?" The man looked at Sharpie for a
few seconds. "It probably wouldn't hurt. I'll grab one for you." The man
walked away again.

Sharpie didn't know what was harder to take, the humiliation of sitting in a
booster seat or Eva's giggling. Why did she enjoy it so much?

#15

KEVIN felt a pleasant tingling in his crotch when he looked at the woman's ass
as she leaned over the table. For split second he had forgotten that it
belonged to his own wife. Wow, he thought to himself, when did Alyssa's ass
get so tight and round? It was practically about to pop a stitch in those
jeans.

She turned around and caught him looking. She smiled smugly and he found
himself irritated at her for it. She did look great in those jeans though.
Something else was different about her. She looked more voluptuous, somehow,
but still lean. He noticed her sweatshirt looked tight around her perfectly
round boobs. He felt himself getting more aroused. He walked up behind her and
pushed his crotch against her rear. Something else seemed different about her
too, but he didn't really care right then. "Hey, lets go upstairs. I got a big
package for ya."

"No, I don't think so." She said.

"What do you mean, you don't think so." He felt his familiar anger building.
What made her think she had any say? "I'm talking to you, bitch." He grabbed
her arm and spun her around- or at least tried to. Her arm felt strange. Hard.
She bent it and his fingers spread apart. Was that a muscle? She jerked her
arm away and spun herself to face him. She gathered herself to her full height
and looked him in the eye. Since when could she look him straight in the eye?
He glanced to see if she was standing on something, but she wasn't.

"Take your hands off me, Asshole!" She spat.

Kevin blinked in disbelief at what she just said, and then slapped her quick
as lightning in the face. She turned and clutched her cheek, but she didn't
fall to the ground as he expected. This made him even angrier. He reached back
and made a fist, but in a sudden move she launched her own fist deep into his
stomach. In the next instant he found himself lying on the floor in a fetal
position. His gut burned like it had been torn right out of his body, and his
lungs wouldn't let any air back in. He lay there coughing and trying
desperately to take in shallow painful breaths. What had she hit him with? He
felt hands grab him by the arm and pull him roughly to his feet. He tried to
fall back to the ground but found himself pinned against a wall. He looked up
briefly to see his wife's face again. Even through his pain he noticed there
was something different about her face. She was making an expression he hadn't
seen before. Her jaw was clenched in determination. She pulled an arm back
over her shoulder and made another fist. He tried to squirm loose but her
other hand was pressing him into the wall very hard. Even through the pain his
brain was scrambling, trying to understand what had gone wrong. The next thing
he knew the fist flew toward him and everything went black.

#16

SHARPIE was both nervous and excited about tonight. This was the first time
any guests had come over other than a few work acquaintances for business
reasons, who she always took straight to her study. These were bonafide
friends of Eva's, mixed of course with important work acquaintances.

He was happy that Eva had asked him to join them. He noticed that she never
mixed him with anyone else who worked for her and he hoped this was a big
step. Maybe she was starting to trust him with more responsibility.

The first guests were scheduled to arrive soon so he began to put on the new
clothes that Eva had brought up from her department store. They fit well, but
he noticed the shirt had Winnie the Pooh stitched into the breast pocket. On
top of that, the tie she had given him was a clip-on, and it was childish
looking, with a soccer ball design all over it.

He wandered into the kitchen, where Eva was directing the caterers. She was
wearing a sleek backless black dress that looked almost too revealing on her
amazing body. He had never seen her wear anything so sexy. Normally she looked
great because SHE was so sexy, even in the conservative business clothes she
wore. This dress made him dizzy with desire for her. Her silky hair was
extravagantly styled and her makeup was more dramatic than normal. He called
to her and when she looked at him he felt as intimidated as when he had first
met her.

"Um, Eva, are you sure this is what you want me to wear? I think they made a
mistake." He smiled, trying to show a sense of humor as he held up the tie
with one hand and pointed to Winnie The Pooh with the other.

"No mistake Steven. I picked those clothes out myself."

"It's just that...they look like kids clothes."

"They ARE kid's clothes Steven." Her amused look made him break into a sweat.
Why would she make him dress so childish?

"But, I'm not a kid." He whispered, not wanting the caterers to notice the
conversation.

"Being a child is more than just age, little one. We all grow up at our own
pace." Then she stepped closer and bent forward with her hands resting on her
knees, so her face was level with his. Her arms naturally pressed her huge
breasts to swell farther out of her scoop neck front. He could barely take his
eyes off of them. He could smell her sweet breath as she continued, "And some
never grow up." He looked back up into her eyes, which seemed to be laughing
at him. All Sharpie could think to do was turn and walk numbly back to his
room.

His heart was pounding and his head was throbbing which each beat. Why had she
said that too him? He stayed in his room with his head swimming until he heard
the voices of several guests. He walked into the main guest room and looked
around at the people. They reminded him very much of the types he used to see
in the museum, the sophisticated art experts. They were all holding glasses of
wine and nibbling cheese, just like he would have expected. He walked into the
kitchen to find something to drink. On the way two women passed him who looked
almost as tall as Eva, to his astonishment. They giggled to each other as they
walked by. He walked back into the room with his drink and saw Eva talking to
a tall man that Sharpie knew was just the suave handsome type all women found
attractive. He heard the man laughing loudly at what Eva was saying, and she
touched his elbow while she spoke. He noticed the man taking long looks
straight at Eva's cleavage, but she didn't seem to notice or care. Sharpie
felt disgusted by the scene. He walked up to Eva and the man to break up the
conversation.

"Steven!?" Eva sounded startled to see him.

"Yes Eva?" Was she surprised he caught her flirting? He wondered. His heart
leapt at the thought.

"What are you doing in here with that?" She pointed at his drink.

"Its just juice.." He shrugged. He felt silly. What was she talking about?

"I mean what are you doing drinking anything in this room?" Sharpie looked at
the white carpet and remembered exactly what she meant. The tall handsome man
next to her was chuckling at him.

"I forgot. Maybe since it's a special event and everyone else is-"

"I don't care what everyone else is doing. What's the rule for YOU young man?"
Her eyes were starting to get that angry look.

"I'm never supposed to bring food or drink in here." The man put his hand
against the small of Eva's back and they smiled at each other.

"Okay then." She continued. "Finish your drink in the kitchen." She turned
back to the man and they continued their conversation. Sharpie glanced around
and saw several sets of eyes on him. The two very tall ladies he passed before
were just a few feet away, smiling down at him. He felt sure they were
laughing at him. His face felt very hot, and he felt like his eyes might even
start watering. He stormed out of the room and went directly to his quarters,
throwing himself onto the bed.

He laid there for hours, listening to the voices and laughter in the next
room. Eventually things quieted down. He sensed that everyone was gone
finally. He got up and walked down the hall into the family room. He was
startled to see Eva on the couch next to the tall handsome man from before.
Everyone else had left.

"There you are Steven. I thought you went to bed. All of the guests have gone;
please pick up the trash left behind." There were glasses, plates and napkins
everywhere.

He slowly began picking up around the room. He thought if he hung around it
might dampen the mood between them. Unfortunately his presence didn't seem to
have much effect. They were giggling and teasing each other quietly. He looked
over and saw his hand petting her leg, which she had swung over his lap.
Sharpie felt sick over the scene. He started making more noise as he moved
around. Stomping and setting glasses down loudly. But they ignored him. Now
his face was nuzzling her long sleek neck, and she was smiling with her eyes
closed. Sharpie was too distracted to notice the half full glass spill onto
the coffee table at first, but he quickly ran into the kitchen to get a towel
before it dripped to the floor. When he came back in he saw them kissing. He
stopped in his tracks. He could see them probing each other's mouths deeply,
pressing closer and closer together.

Sharpie threw the towel down at her feet and ran into his room. He slammed the
door and threw himself on the bed. About a minute later he heard the door
open. Eva was standing there. Had she come to apologize? Did she finally
realize how she was making him feel?

She walked in and grabbed his wrist without a word, ripping him off the bed
and all but dragging him back into the family room.

"Did you spill this red wine?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you clean this up?"

"I-I...uh."

"I am going to have to teach you more respect for my home Mr. Your behavior
tonight has been inexcusable. Pardon me Chris." The man was sitting on the
couch watching. Eva grabbed his wrist again and sat down on the couch as well.
She jerked Sharpie roughly and sent him sprawling over her lap. The next thing
he knew her bare hand was spanking him right through his pants. What was going
on didn't register for a few seconds. Then humiliation set in. Why? Why in
front of him? Then the pain started to register. At first he let a few small
cries out. But then it got worse and she kept going. The burning became too
much and Sharpie started to wail loudly. "STOP, PLEASE, I'M SORRY!" Finally
she stopped and pulled him to his feet. "Clean up this spill and then you can
go back to your room." She turned away from him. "I'm sorry about that Chris.
Let's go back to my bedroom."

#17

WHEN Sharpie woke up he was surprised that it was only 8:00 AM. He had grown
resigned to his uncontrollable oversleeping every day. It felt as if a spell
was lifted in a way. When he got up, he looked down the hall and saw that
Eva's bedroom door was open. He had hoped to sneak out early before she got
up. He just wanted to leave, to get out of there and sort his head out. He
wanted so much to please her and make her want him, but clearly she never
would. At least not the way he wanted her. And now her sudden physical
demonstrations over him really had him reeling. He had to decide what to do.
He crept around the penthouse to see if the coast was clear. He knew she was
up but he hoped she was in the kitchen or better yet, doing her Yoga in the
exercise room. He was almost to the door when he heard her behind him.

"Steven, I'd like to talk to you."

He turned and saw her, along with Chris and one of the tall women from the
previous night. Eva was wearing a silk robe, but the other two were fully
dressed. They made their way over toward him and stopped at the door. Eva and
the woman embraced.

"Thanks Greta. This was nice of you."

"Well, I hope you enjoyed him."

"I did. He was wonderful."

The woman named Greta turned to Chris. "Did you have fun last night?" He shook
his head sheepishly. "Good, but I'm not giving you up again for a long while.
Don't get any ideas. This was a special favor for a special friend." With that
she took his hand and seemed to lead him out the door.

"Is Chris HER boyfriend?" Sharpie asked in confusion.

"Husband." Eva corrected.

"Did you BORROW him?"

"I guess you could say that." She smiled.

"Wha-"

"-My, you have a lot of questions this morning." She interrupted. "I don't
want to talk about Chris. I needed a good fuck and Greta is a good friend.
That's all I'm going to say about it."

She took Sharpie's hand and led him through the penthouse. He stumbled along,
trying to process what she had just said. The next thing he knew she had led
him into her bedroom. She walked up to her dresser and opened the top drawer.

"I have a surprise for you." She turned around

Sharpie's heart pounded in his chest. What was she going to show him? What
kind of surprise would be in the top drawer of her dresser, nestled among her
delicate unclothes?

She held out a piece of paper for him to take. It was some sort of legal
document. "What is this?"

She sat on her bed and pulled him up to sit next to her. "This is a
certificate of adoption."

"You're adopting a child?"

"Yes, I am."

"I had no idea you were even considering adoption."

"Oh, I have for quite a while now."

"Boy or girl?"

"A boy."

"Wow. Congratulations."

"Thank you!"

"Where is he going to sleep? Do I need to change rooms?"

"He's going to sleep in the room adjoining mine." She nodded toward the room
that had always been off limits to him.

"Okay, that sound's good. How is this going to change my arrangements here
then?"

She looked down at him. "Read the name on the certificate. You're the boy I'm
adopting."

He looked down at the document. Certainly this was a joke. But he looked into
her face and knew she was serious. "That's not even possible. I'm a grown
man!"

She stood up and retrieved more papers from the drawer. "No you're not
sweetie. This is you're birth certificate. You are 10 years old. You won't be
18 for eight more years."

"What? How did you forge my birth certificate?"

"I didn't forge anything. It's official. In the eyes of the government, you
are 10 years old." She sat back down next to him. "I have friends in high
places." She explained.

"I'll change it back!"

"No, I don't think it would be possible for you. You really need to know the
right people."

"What do you expect me to do? Do you expect me to pretend I'm 10 years old and
go back to 5th grade!?"

"No, I'm going to home school you, actually." Her answer was not a joke.

"What?!"

"The birth certificate and adoption papers make me your legal guardian. As far
as the outside world is concerned, you are 10 years old now, but to me you are
what you are."

"What is that supposed to mean!? The outside world knows I'm an adult. My
friends and family-"

"-Um, I can't allow you to contact any of them for a while. I'm your mother
now. You are my baby and you belong to me. You'll have to trust me."

"Baby? Since when did I become your baby? You're crazy!"

"Longer than you might think. I have one more thing to show you." She held out
her hand, but he ignored it. He didn't know how to react to the bizarre
situation unfolding. It was too crazy. She leaned closer and put her mouth by
his ear. Her familiar perfume filled his nostrils again. "Come on Steven. I
have one more thing to show you. I won't hurt you, I promise." Her hand rested
on his knee and messaged it gently. "I know you're confused, but I know I can
make you feel much better."

He knew he should run, but there was something about her hair draping around
him. It felt warm and soft. The smell of her was all around him, and her voice
soothed him somehow when she whispered in his ear like that. She must have
sensed him giving in because she stood upright and looked down at him over the
swell of her breasts. They looked even more gigantic to him suddenly, and
clearly showing she was wearing no bra under her silk robe. She put her arm
around him and gently guided him toward the forbidden room. She opened the
door and motioned for him to walk inside.

The walls were painted sky blue, with white cloud patterns. Along one wall was
a small white dresser. A large white crib was against another wall.
Mechanically, he walked up to the dresser and looked in the top drawer. It
contained diapers. He looked over at a closet door and walked up to it. He
knew, even before he opened the door, a giant stuffed giraffe would be inside.
He walked over to a toy box and knew that there were blocks stacked inside of
it. He looked at the crib and the colorful blanket in the corner of it, just
as he'd left it. He felt a rush, as if floodgates had opened in his head and
memories were pouring in. He was standing in his dreamscape. Every night he
dreamed of this place. He knew that now! But why?

"Why is this place in my dreams every night?" He wondered out loud.

"Those weren't dreams baby. Mommy just had to wait until the right time to let
you remember." Eva sat in a rocking chair, not far from the door, which was
now shut. He knew he couldn't run. He had to face what he had been trying to
remember for so many weeks. "This has been your room for some time now." She
said softly.

"How... Did you drug me?"

"The subconscious is a powerful tool, and your mother knows how to lock it as
well as unlock it." Her smile made him feel helpless.

"Why are you calling yourself mother?"

"Shh.." She put her finger to her lips and smiled. She looked so sexy in her
silk robe that he was afraid and excited at the same time. What did this mean
for him? For them? "Enough questions for now. Mommy knows how to make you feel
better. Come here baby." She untied her robe and it drape lightly over her
huge firm breasts. She held her arms out for him to come to her and smiled her
radiant smile. But he didn't come closer. Slowly, without taking her eyes from
his, she pulled half of her robe aside. The sight of her bare breast had a
special effect on him. She was tracing her nipple and messaging the soft firm
breast unconsciously with her fingers as she watched him slowly walk forward.
She easily pulled his small frame up onto her lap and pressed her nipple
against his cheek. It was very large and hard. Her strong arms held him
tightly against her soft features. For a few seconds he tried to think, but
everything was so cloudy. Why was he doing this, he wondered, even as he
instinctively turned his head and accepted the nipple into his mouth. It
seemed to swell even further between his lips, pressing firmly against his
tongue. He heard her sigh with pleasure and then milk ran began to run
steadily into his mouth. Why was he letting this happen? The taste was very
familiar. He realized he was sucking steadily. Her hand held the back of his
head, and he sensed she would not let him pull away if tried.

"There you go, see? You are my baby." Her voice was low and hoarse. "For now
on you will call me mommy." She began to hum quietly and he felt his eyelids
getting very heavy. He knew he should feel outraged, or maybe afraid, but
somehow he cared less and less with each swell of her breath. With his eyes
closed, his sucking fell into a rhythm. Warm milk flowed steadily into his
throat. Her humming seemed to give him a sense of motion, of floating. A
familiar, relaxing feeling.

EVA woke and stretched luxuriously in her bed. She hadn't felt so at peace in
such a long time. Last night had been so special for her. She was certain
Steven was a gift to her, a consolation for the unborn baby and she accepted
the gift. It was like a burden had been lifted from her soul. She hadn't been
entirely sure how his conscious mind would respond to her, but now she knew
she possessed him. She looked over at his small body lying next to her in bed.
She had let him sleep with her last night as a special treat, but she wouldn't
make a habit of it. Her bed would be reserved for lovers. She didn't want to
confuse him. But she made an exception last night because he was shaken up
after a long day of coming to grips with his reality. Also, she felt it would
help him bond to her further if she kept him cuddled against her for the first
night. She leaned over him and kissed his forehead. Her heavy naked breasts
spilled on top of him. He opened his eyes. "Good morning baby, are you
hungry?" He didn't speak but shook his head no. She smiled. "I'm not
surprised. You nursed from me until your little belly was about to burst last
night." She rose to her hands and knees, letting her breasts hang inches over
him. "Don't worry though, mommy's got plenty more." She patted the front of
his diaper under the blanket. She still made him wear the diaper. That was a
firm bed time rule any night. "I'll bet baby couldn't hold all of mommy's milk
in that tiny bladder all night long. In a few minutes I will check your
diaper, but first I have to get dressed for work."

SHARPIE wandered into that family room and sat down. Eva was eating some fruit
in the kitchen. She had let him put more normal clothes back on, but they were
still designed for a child. He sensed she was actually disappointed that he
hadn't wet his diaper. She seemed totally oblivious to his rock hard erection
as she opened the front and checked for wetness. Despite his lingering shock
and confusion, he had wanted desperately for her to touch it. He was so
frustrated, he even tried to press his hips into her hand, but she had avoided
it completely. She had told him not to worry, that their special baby time
would be their little secret.

Eva would be gone soon, and then he would have to figure out what he was going
to do. Things had gotten beyond surreal. He spent most of the last night
laying there wide awake next to her. He now knew that Eva must be crazy. The
entire day she had held him, or kept him in a crib. She had been so
affectionate with him he didn't know if he was in heaven or hell. Even as he
was lying next to her all night, wondering what he should do, he was
completely distracted by lust for her.

The doorbell rang. "That must be the baby sitter." Eva called out from the
kitchen. "Open the door please honey."

What? A baby sitter? He opened the door and stepped back in shock. A towering
platinum haired girl was smiling down at him.

"You must be Steven. Eva's told me all about you." She poked her head in the
door and called out. "Eva?"

"Come on in, I'll be right there." Eva entered the room and gave the girl a
big hug. The girl was wearing a tube top and shorts so Sharpie could see she
had muscles everywhere! She was only a few inches shorter than Eva as well.
Another towering Amazon!

"Steven, this is Autumn. She is on her summer break from school. She is going
to be here when I'm gone during the day this summer. Say hello, Steven."

"Hello." He said numbly.

Autumn stooped over and put her hands on her knees. Her big shoulders and
biceps pushed her big breasts together and nearly out of her tube top. Her
breasts were probably only a couple of sizes smaller than Eva's. "We're going
to have lots of fun together."

#18

DERRICK pulled into the driveway and checked his digital watch. It was 4:15
pm, he was 3 minutes late. Mattie made him call each day from his work phone
just before he left, and she gave him 12 minutes to get home. He saw her step
out onto the porch and stretch. She must have heard him pull in. His mouth
went dry. He saw the black digital watch on her thick wrist as well. He knew
they were synchronized and there was no chance she hadn't noticed. He would
have to sweet talk her somehow. Her pale skin glistened in the sun and the
t-shirt she was wearing was drenched with sweat. She clearly was wearing no
bra. Wasn't she worried about what the neighbors would think? She had now
taken to wearing his old football t-shirts and jerseys exclusively when she
lifted weights for some reason. Her old XXL shirts would probably still fit
her, but she chose to wear his clothes instead. This particular t-shirt had
the short sleeves cut up to the shoulder seam to make room for her arms, and
the front had a large 'V' cut out of it to make room for her massive chest.
The letters STATE were still stretched unnaturally wide across the front.
Unfortunately it was his favorite t-shirt from his old university, but he knew
he wouldn't complain about it. She still wore her old spandex shorts from her
"fat" days, but now they stretched over thick bulges of muscles instead of
cellulite.

For days, he had thought for sure he was in a nightmare that he would
eventually wake up from. Nobody could change so much in such a short amount of
time. If someone told him he had slipped into an alternate dimension he would
believe them immediately. He came home from a two week trip to find his wife
waiting for him with a body that could only be described as hulking. And she
had a new personality to match it.

Derrick stepped briskly out of his car and smiled brightly at his wife. Maybe
she hadn't checked her watch. She smiled happily back as she watched him climb
the porch steps. She opened her arms for him as he got close.

"Hello Mattie." He said cheerfully. "How was your day?"

"It was great, thanks for asking hunny-buns. This spring weather feels
wonderful, doesn't it?"

Derrick walked into her waiting arms and she gathered him tightly against her.
He could feel her sweat soaking through his own shirt. He squinted in disgust
as the side of his face pressed into her slimy shoulder, but he still wrapped
his arms around her wide body as much as he could. Her hands roamed his body
freely before one settled on his rear end, cupping it, while the other
squished his cheek against her shoulder.

"You know you're late sweetie." She announced softly into his ear.

"Mattie, I swear I came straight home."

"Three minutes this time." She continued.

"Sometimes it just takes longer than 12 minutes." He whined. "Can I please
have 15?" His voice sounded so muffled and weak. He felt so weak. He wanted to
step away from her so he could look her in the face, but he knew he couldn't
budge an inch when she held him like this.

"Hmm..." Her fingers drummed against his butt softly as she appeared to be
thinking it over. Her arms felt so heavy around him. "You want 15 minutes? Let
me ask you this sweetie - do you care about this family?" She asked softly
down into his ear.

"Of course I do Mattie." He pleaded.

"Well you've shown me that you don't handle temptation well, and so I have to
be strong for both of us." She caressed his hair softly with her fingers. "If
I give you 15 minutes to come home when I know you can do it in 12, then I am
giving you room for temptation. I would be letting our whole family down if I
did that. So let me ask you hunny-buns, how much time do you want me to allow
you for your drive home?"

"12 minutes."

"Good answer." She kissed the top of his head.

Derrick felt his lip quiver. He knew exactly what this meant. She would lead
him into the basement, down where she continually added onto her colossal
frame all day while he was at work. Down where their daughter Jessica wouldn't
hear, while she was upstairs watching TV or in her room doing homework. Mattie
would talk softly to him, probably tell him again that it was for the good of
the family and especially his dear daughter. Then she would lay him over her
knee and spank him like a naughty child.

This was the second time in just over a week that he'd missed the 12 minute
time. He swallowed hard to fight back the tears of frustration. He knew three
minutes meant three paddles with her bare hand on his naked behind. It didn't
sound like much. When she first told him the rule, he really wasn't sure if
she was serious. But she didn't know her own strength. He couldn't do as much
damage to a person, even with a wooden paddle in his hands. Mattie sighed and
he felt her fingers play with his rear some more. Her fingers dug deeply into
his soft flesh. He couldn't hold back the tears in anticipation. He let out a
soft sob.

"Shhhh..." She whispered as if quieting a toddler. "Let's worry about our your
lateness later. It can wait. Jessica is next door at her friend's house
playing, and I'm feeling horny after a great workout. Come join me in the
shower, I could really use some of your expertise."

Her girder arms released him and he felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe if he could
make her happy enough she would forget all about the basement and the spanking
tonight. They turned to go inside and Derrick instinctively opened the door
for Mattie.

"What a gentleman." She loved her husband and she knew they would make things
work.

#19

AUTUMN knelt on the grass and pulled the boy between her legs. "Where do you
think you're going?" She held his hips between her knees and began to tickle
him all around his ribs. He looked so cute, squirming and trying to pull her
hands away. "Say Autumn. Say Autumn."

"A-Aut...Autumn!" Sharpie screamed out, laughing. She stopped and watched him
lay there panting. His little torso was a slightly smaller around than her
thighs. She could tickle his entire rib cage with her long fingers.

"Okay. I'm going to ask you again, who's the best babysitter?"

"Autumn." He said weakly.

"And who needs a babysitter?"

"I do." He said.

"Good, then we agree now. See? That wasn't so hard." She pulled him to his
feet and brushed the grass off his clothes. "I'm pretty easy to get along with
as long as you do what I say." She poked him in the ribs a little more and he
tried weakly to block her. "Okay, enough time in the park. I'd like to stop at
the book store, and then we have to go home to meet you mom."

She held his hand as they walked into the bookstore. "Stay right by me, I
don't want you getting lost." She walked up to the magazine rack and began
browsing. She paged through a few and settled on Teen People. She turned to
call for Steven but he wasn't around. A little adrenaline kicked in as she
started looking for him. "I can't lose him on my first day!" She went up to
the next floor, scanning for his little head and yellow Sponge Bob t-shirt.
Five minutes passed and she was really starting to worry. She tried not to let
her imagination get the better of her, but they were in a big city and you
never know what could happen. She went back downstairs and saw that he was
back by the magazines again. She twirled him around to face her and hissed
"Where did you go?"

He seemed startled and even a little afraid, but she didn't care. "I went to
the bathroom."

"Why didn't you ask me?"

"I didn't know I had to."

"Well next time tell me." She took his hand again and held it until she paid
and left the store. She had cooled down by then and started to feel a little
bad for snapping at him. She stooped down and turned him to face her. "I'm
sorry for getting upset, but I have to know where you are at all times. I'm
responsible for you. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good." She gave him a big hug. "Now lets hurry home, I don't want your mom to
worry." She took his hand again and led him down the street.

They were still several blocks away and she was getting impatient with
Steven's little strides. "Come on buddy, we're almost there." Her cell phone
rang and she had to let his hand go to answer it, since she was also carrying
a bag. "Hello? Hi Julie! How's your summer going so far? Mine is going great.
I'm working for Eva, that woman I told you about. Hold on a second please."
Without her holding his hand he was really walking slowly. She scooped him up
behind his legs with her left arm. "Wrap your legs around my waist Steven."
She started walking much faster and put the phone back to her ear. "Sorry
about that. I'm babysitting for a little boy. I'm still trying to get used to
watching over someone so helpless. I never had a little brother to tote around
growing up. So how is your summer going?"

EVA was just starting to worry when the door opened. Autumn walked in, holding
Steven on her hip.

She smiled and covered her mouth in delight when she saw the two of them. "Oh
my! Wait right there Autumn, I want to take a picture, you guys looks so cute
together." She jogged over to a cabinet and got a camera. Autumn used her free
hand to fix her hair a little, and then lifted Sharpie so their cheeks were
touching. Eva felt a warm feeling throughout her body that she quite enjoyed.
He looked so small in her powerful arms.

"Oh, that's co cute, hold it right there!" Eva clicked the picture and held
her arms out. Autumn gently handed him across to Eva, and she promptly gave
him a big hug. She held him tightly against her tingling chest.

"Boy, he sure is a handful for a 10 year old." Autumn laughed. "Are you sure
he isn't younger?" They both laughed.

They moved over to the couch and talked, and Eva set him onto her lap. "You
know how boys can be. They all mature at different rates. Did he fuss at all?"
Eva pulled him against her. She let the full weight of her boobs push against
his back. She wanted him to feel how heavy they were, so full of milk for him.
But she had promised herself the baby role was for weekends only and she would
keep it. During the week he would stay 10 years old.

"No, not really. He was pretty well behaved. He got a little moody in the park
when I wouldn't let him ride on the merry-go-round with the bigger kids. You
know how fast they spin that thing. He got a little big for his britches, but
nothing I couldn't handle."

"That sounds like him." Eva commented.

"And then he gave me a little scare at the bookstore when he wandered away for
a few minutes."

Eva grabbed Sharpie's cheeks with her fingers and gently turned his head up to
face her. "Is this true? Did you wander away from your babysitter?" He tried
to look down, but she wouldn't let him. "Autumn, if he wanders away from you
again you have my permission to give him a spanking." She felt his little butt
cheeks clench on her lap.

"Okay Eva, but I doubt it will come to that. I have to get home now, my dad is
waiting for me to meet him at the gym. I'm coaching him back into shape!"

"Thank you so much for taking care of him today. I can see this is going to
work out great!"

"Bye Steven." Autumn opened and closed her hand in front of Sharpie in a baby-
like gesture

#20

ANDREW sat in his recliner reading the news paper. He looked over at his
daughter, who was lying on the couch covered with a large comforter while she
watched a movie. Only her head was visible out from under the puffy blanket.
It reminded him of all those Saturday mornings when he would get up to find
her laying just like that, watching cartoons.

He noticed how her soft blond hair spilled around her head onto the pillow.
Her face was so young and pretty. Her smile was so nice now that her braces
were off, she really had the face of a model in his opinion. He felt a swell
of pride for his role in raising such a creature. "Autumn, how is the
babysitting going?"

"Oh, fine." Her clear blue eyes focused on him. "Sometimes he can be a little
bratty, but that's how little boys are I guess."

He laughed. It was fun to talk to her like the normal teenage daughter she
was. "How about the boy's mother. Is she pretty nice?"

"Oh, she's really nice. And her place is rad. They live in a huge penthouse."

"Wow that sounds pretty neat." He smiled. "Let me know if you need any advice
on how to keep a wild little boy in line." He chuckled.

"Oh, I don't have much problem keeping little boys in line." She giggled. Her
hand came out from under the comforter and picked the remote from off the
table. This effectively shattered the little fantasy he was just having about
his daughter. She was not a normal 16 year old girl at all. He tried to focus
on her pretty young face to get it back. After all, the thick rippling arm
from somewhere under the comforter didn't look like it belonged to that face
anyway.

The channel changed to some Hollywood gossip show. "Oh my god, I can't believe
those two started dating." She said at the TV. "He is so hot, why would he
date her!"

Andrew had no idea what she was talking about, but it helped revive his normal
teenage daughter fantasy again. Then it was shattered completely for good as
Autumn threw the comforter back and sat up. The arm was now clearly connected
to his daughter as it tossed her hair back off her shoulders and stretched.
Her tank top had ridden up around her chest, exposing a deep cobblestone
pattern of muscles in her stomach.

"Are you ready to go to the gym yet dad? And don't try to pretend you pulled a
muscle again." She laughed.

He felt his heart sink. The daily ritual he dreaded more than anything was
about to begin again.

#21

THE congregation of five women sat around the heavy oak table in Eva's
luxurious office reviewing the next phase of plans one more time. Autumn would
have felt absolutely honored just to be allowed to listen in. But to think
that she would actually get to play a part in these historic changes made her
delirious. Her mother would be so proud when she told her!

The first heading on the white board was "Beauty Products". The next was
"Bottled Water". The final one said "Grain/Livestock". The last one was the
one Autumn would get to help with, in the coolest way...

Meanwhile outside the conference room Sharpie sat patiently on the Italian
leather couch in the lobby. There was a small TV in the corner, showing
repeating 30 minutes loops of CNN top news stories. He had become pretty
familiar with the room over the past few weeks. Eva had begun to bring him
down occasionally, particularly when she wanted to work a little late. He had
already heard most of the CNN stories twice now, so his attention was starting
to wander. He could see the 5 women sitting in the conference room through the
thick glass window, but he couldn't hear a word. He wondered vaguely what they
might be talking about. At first he would have assumed is was just typical
business about Eva's department store. She occasionally had meetings in the
evenings with her staff, and Sharpie had realized that many of Eva's closest
employees were very tall, confident women like herself. It seemed like almost
every week one or two new towering women appeared around the building. Some of
them also looked very muscular, like his 'babysitter', Autumn.

Thinking of Autumn, what made this meeting strange was that she was in the
meeting as well. He wondered if it could be something related to him, but then
he realized he was being self centered. Maybe Autumn was going to get a job in
the department store? He was surprised to feel a little sadness tug at him
when he thought about Autumn leaving as his babysitter. He had hated the idea
of a 'babysitter' and resented her from the start. After all, she was 6 years
younger than him and she bossed him around all day! And she used her strength
to win every disagreement. What was a girl doing with such big muscles anyway?
She was supposed to be fragile, he was supposed to be the tall and muscular
one. That was the way the world was supposed to work. But instead she had
everything. She had beauty, height and strength. Many times he had imagined
that she stole what was supposed to be his somehow. But slowly his jealousy
had given way. She was very nice to him and gave him her undivided attention
for hours on end every day. And although she was very bossy and made him play
stupid games all the time, she was also very affectionate. She practically
smothered him with hugs and kisses.

He saw them all standing up, and he looked back at the television, not wanting
to appear nosy. When the group walked out almost all of the women smiled or
waved to him as they passed. Autumn ruffled his hair. "See you later kiddo."

"Okay Autie." He felt embarrassed using a pet name for his babysitter in front
of other adults. He still had to consciously remind himself that it looked
normal. Even though he felt like an adult, nobody saw him as one anymore. He
had become terrified of the humiliation he would feel if Autumn found out his
real age.

#22

AUTUMN stood behind the bench press and spotted for her father. His arms were
shaking as he tried to complete his last rep. "Come on Dad, push it." She used
encouraging language, but her tone betrayed her boredom as she watched the bar
slowly sink back toward his chest. She had thought it would be fun to work out
with her dad every day, getting him back in shape and all. But after a few
weeks he had barely improved, while she had continued to get steadily
stronger. Changing the weights down to his level all the time was getting
frustrating too. Free weights were a joke. She looked at the two small plates
on each side of the bar, making it 165 lbs total. She looked down at his
beet-red face and watched the bar continue drop to within inches of his chest.
It wouldn't be so bad if he didn't have such a lame attitude about everything.
It didn't seem like he ever pushed himself. Sighing, she relieved her father
of the weight, actually curling it to her chest twice just to keep herself
engaged before placing it into the resting point. She heard a gasp from about
5 feet away, and caught a man staring at her arms. He looked away immediately,
embarrassed. Autumn didn't mind, in fact, she enjoyed wowing people with her
body's power.

"Dad, I'm going to go for a personal record on the curls today, think I can do
it?" She said it loud enough for the other guy to hear and flexed her arm,
pretending not to notice that the guy was staring again.

"Oh, I'm sure you will. You did last week." Her dad said somberly. He wasn't
much of a cheerleader for her either. When she reached new personal records in
lifting he barely even congratulated her. He always acted so uninterested, but
on the other hand, he always stared at her muscles too. She would probably
never understand him. Anyway, he was holding her development back and she knew
it. Autumn knew that a new member of the Sisterhood had started at this gym.
She had met her once, seemed really shy and in need of a new friend. Watching
her dad hunching over sighing, she doubted he would mind if she took on a new
partner and let him work out on his own.

#23

CATHERINE sat at the café table next to her friend Alyssa. It made her heart
soar to see the formerly mousy woman glowing with confidence. "Hello honey,
you look great."

"Thanks, I am great."

"So, this means things are going well at home?"

"Very good."

"Your husband is behaving?"

"Oh, he's been behaving much better. It took a few bumps and bruises, but he
understands who the boss is now." She laughed.

Catherine smiled as well, but then she sighed. "You know, I have a bad feeling
about him Alyssa. He's dangerous."

Alyssa's face went dark as well. "I know what you mean. He's gotten much
better around the kids in front of me, but I'm afraid to leave them alone
around him. I think he poisons their minds with his backward thinking. And I
don't think he would treat my daughter as well if I weren't there watching. I
wanted revenge for all the years, but I think I should just leave him and put
him behind me."

Catherine thought for a while. "Where will he go if you leave him? I'm afraid
he will find another victim. What if a judge allows him visitation rights and
he is alone with your kids?"

"What should I do Catherine? Like I said, I don't trust him around the
children."

"I think you have some responsibility to change him."

"Change Kevin? That's impossible."

"Well, I wouldn't be so sure Alyssa. I've seen it happen with his kind before.
It really boils down to creating an environment for him to learn in."
Catherine could see Alyssa was intrigued. "Let me explain."

#24

AUTUMN sat on her bed and inspected her freshly painted toe nails. They were
pink to match her new sandals and top. "My toes look so cute." She said to
herself. She stood up and called toward her open door. "Daddy!" She knew he
was in the house somewhere. "Dad-deee!"

"What honey!" He walked into the room. "Why did you call me in here all the
way from the front room?"

"I need to use the car tonight."

"What? Young lady, you aren't going anywhere dressed like that."

Oh boy, she thought. When would he stop with this strict father act? "What do
you mean?" She responded innocently. She looked at herself in her full length
mirror. She was wearing a hot pink tube top and a cute short jean skirt.

"You can see your- I mean your skirt barely covers- I mean your top only comes
to- I mean you can tell you aren't wearing a bra, for god's sake." He was
practically gasping in exasperation.

"Chill dad." She picked up a brush and began stroking her long silky hair.
"Don't you want me to look nice when I go out?" He was so fun to tease. He was
staring at her arm while she brushed through her hair. As usual, he stared at
her muscles but tried to act like he didn't even think about them.

"That's the problem. You look a little too pretty. I think you should find
something to wear that leaves a little more to the imagination."

His attempt at a stern tone made her giggle some more. "Oh daddy, relax."

"No, I'm serious. That's it, we need to have a big talk right now."

She set her hair brush down and walked up to him, putting her hands on his
shoulders. She had grown almost two more inches this summer, and it was very
noticeable when she stood so close to him. She messaged his delicate shoulders
gently as she looked down at him. "You look so uptight, but your shoulders
feel so soft in my hands. Remember when I was a little girl, we used to play a
game where you would hold a quarter between your thumb and finger, and then
you would give it to me if I could pry your fingers apart?" She giggled. "I
would try as hard as I could for like, 5 minutes. Then you would pretend to
give up, but I knew you were just letting me win."

"Don't try to change the subject, Autumn. I'm still your father, and if you
want to live under my roof, you still have to follow my rules." He was really
trying to take charge. She was getting tired of his useless rules for the sake
of having rules.

She turned her lower lip out in a pretend pout and made a baby voice. "Doesn't
daddy think his baby girl can take care of herself?" He just looked to his
side, and tried to shrug, but his shoulders were immobilized in her hands. She
giggled some more. She couldn't help herself. He was so funny when he tried to
be serious with her. She turned and steered him around with her so that they
both faced her full length mirror. "I have an idea dad. Let's arm wrestle for
the car keys." She flexed an arm and watched his reflection glance up at it
and then down to his feet. "Naw," She continued. "What chance would a little
16 year old girl have against her dad?" She teased. She knew she was getting
carried away, but she was having too much fun.

"Autumn, just because you are an athletic girl, you-"

She put her fingers over his mouth, "I know how to settle this." She
interrupted. She reached down and began to tickle his ribs. He tried to walk
away but she wouldn't let him. She ran her manicured fingernails up and down
his sides a little harder and he started to squirm.

"Stop it!" He tried to sound stern, and it made her laugh some more.

"Come on daddy, make me stop!" She tickled him harder. "This is how I settle
disagreements with the boy I baby-sit." He tried to drop to the ground to get
away. She took both of his wrists in her left hand and held them over his
head. He was completely hanging at that point with his knees bent as he tried
to bring himself to the floor. He was gasping desperately for air between
convulsions from her driving fingers. Autumn found herself laughing almost as
hard as he was. She was surprised by how easy he was to control. Was he really
trying? He had to be. When she stopped he hung weakly from exhaustion. "So,
may I please have the keys father?" She said with mock formality. He didn't
answer right away so she was about to tickle him some more. But as soon as her
fingertips touched his sides he screeched "YES!"

"Just, please...stop."

"Thanks dad." She could see his face in the mirror. He looked so funny
crouched weakly, hanging from her grasp. She hugged his head against her
stomach, and his soft cheek squished against her abs. She could feel a little
wetness against her stomach from his eyes. The tears must have been from
laughing so hard, she guessed. "This was a fun talk. Let's do this again."

An hour after her "big talk" with her dad, Autumn walked onto the tennis
court, feeling very nervous from the moment she first stepped into this
expensive country club. She had never been to a place like this before, but
the membership that Eva had given her worked perfectly, and everyone had been
extremely nice. She gave the 20 something handsome looking tennis instructor
her warmest smile and shook his hand daintily. His eyes drank her body in
greedily, and she felt herself relax immediately. Now she started to feel like
a cool secret agent again.

The instructor opened the session with a few lame jokes, which Autumn
dutifully laughed at, then began her first lesson. She could see right away
that Eva was right about him. She bent over to pick up the first tennis ball
and was pleased as she peaked between her legs to see him behind her gaping at
her ass. He demonstrated a couple of serves and asked her to try the same.

"To prepare for the serve, first grip the ball firmly and hold it waist high."
He instructed.

"Like this?" The man stared at her thick muscular arms with absolute lust. The
ball looked as soft as a small water balloon in her hand as she squeezed it
harder. Her forearm tightened, and her biceps thickened about another inch.

"Umm...wow. That's some grip. I guess if the tennis ball pops we'll just get
you another one." Once again she laughed heartily at his little joke. She
served as he had shown, making sure to add a little bounce in her step. After
her third attempt, she turned to him and asked how her form looked. She held
his gaze and all he could do was stutter "v-very good."

#25

Sharpie was surprised Monday morning when he walked into the family room to
find someone other than Autumn waiting there.

"Steven, meet my friend Mattie. Autumn will not be here this week, so Mattie
will take you to her house and watch over you during the day."

Sharpie looked up at the behemoth of a woman. If he thought Autumn was big and
strong before, he didn't know how to describe Mattie. She wasn't rippling with
muscles like Autumn, but her body was hard looking, and incredibly thick! He
wondered if he could even reach his arms all the way around her upper legs.
She smiled brightly at him.

"Hello there little Mr.! I was so excited to hear Eva was adopting you and
I've been looking forward to meeting you ever since. He looks like such a nice
boy Eva."

Sharpie looked at Eva. "So I'm going with her this week? How come I can't just
stay home alone?" Both of the women laughed.

"Call me Aunt Mattie, okay? Your mom already warned me that you were too big
for your britches. Come give me a nice big hug." Sharpie was startled by the
speed at which the woman's colossal arms gathered him against her body. He
tried to accommodate and hug her by hugging back, but his fingertips barely
touched her shoulders. "Wait until you meet my daughter Jessica. She's your
same age, and I know you two will have so much fun playing together."

#26

JESSICA sat on the couch and looked at her new playmate. He was so boring. Her
mom had told her she had to play with him and that she couldn't go play with
her other friends without taking him. But he didn't want to meet her friends.
All he wanted to do was sit and watch TV. She could tell that he didn't play
outside much. She looked down at his skinny white legs and then at her thicker
tanned ones. His arms were very skinny too. She thought about asking him to
climb a tree with her in the backyard but didn't bother. He probably couldn't
even climb up past the first branch. She giggled to herself. He looked over
and saw her giggling at him. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing." He seemed different then the boys in her class somehow. Something
was different about him. He was more serious. It made her like him. "Come on,
I want to show you a secret."

"No thanks. I'm fine here."

"Pleeeease?"

He sighed. "Okay." She smiled and led him down the hallway into her room. She
opened her closest door and waved for him to follow.

"Come on, its okay." Reluctantly he followed her inside and she shut the door.
In the darkness she took his hand and led him underneath her hanging clothes
to the corner of the closet. His hand felt cool and soft in her hers. She
liked holding it, but she let it go and pealed back the corner of her carpet,
then removed a loose board. He crouched down next to her and they peered
inside the hole. There was music playing and they could see Jessica's mom in
the basement.

Quietly Jessica whispered to Steven. "My mom comes down here everyday." She
watched her mother pick up a long bar with lots of large weights on either
side of it. She began to curl it to her chest, over and over. "Isn't my mom
strong?"

"I guess." The boy answered back. "Why do you spy on her?"

"I don't know, its just fun I guess." The boy got up and left the closet.
Quietly, she put the board back and then the carpet. She followed him back
into the living room and sat next to him on the couch. She was surprised he
didn't act very impressed.

"Wasn't my mom... beautiful?"

"I don't know. I don't think of her like that."

Jessica was puzzled. Ever since her mom had gotten strong, her dad had started
to like her a lot more. He was nicer to her and paid a lot of attention to
her. He kissed her all the time.

"I'm going to get really strong too. My mom said she is going to teach me to
be like her."

"That's nice."

Jessica wanted to impress him now, but it wasn't working. This made her want
to try even harder. She thought some more. Then all at once she figured it
out. She thought about sometimes at night, when mommy took daddy into the
basement for alone time. That was when it was really fun to watch from her
secret spot. Now she suddenly understood why daddy liked mommy so much. It was
from their special time in the basement.

Jessica remembered how at first she was afraid when she saw them down there
together the first time. There was a blue mat on the floor and they were
wrestling on it together. Mom was wrestling with him really hard. She was
taking his arms and legs and moving them and twisting them different ways. His
face was really red, and he seemed like he was trying to yell but her mom kept
squeezing him so he couldn't make noises. Jessica thought something was wrong
and she was really starting to worry about her dad. But then Jessica saw her
mothers face and she could tell everything was okay, because she was smiling
and giggling. Her mom wasn't mad at all, she was just playing. Jessica
couldn't hear them talking because her mother had music playing really, but
she could tell her mother was talking to daddy a lot. After a while her mom
took daddy's head in her arm and made a big muscle. Daddy tried like crazy to
get his head out. He was kicking his legs all over and twisting his body all
around, but his head couldn't move. Mom was still smiling and saying things to
daddy but he kept pulling and slapping at mom's arm as much as he could. Then
when she finally let go, he started crying. That was the first time Jessica
saw her dad cry. He had lots of tears, and although Jessica couldn't hear him,
his lips looked like they kept repeating the same thing over and over, she
thought it looked like "sorry". Then her mom sat back against the wall and
relaxed while her dad kissed her all over. He kept kissing and hugging her
everywhere. He started kissing her legs all the way down, and even kissed her
feet for a while! Jessica now understood that mommy had made her daddy lover
her even more! After a while he kissed her face. Her mom hugged him really
tight and started kissing him French style. That was when Jessica had stopped
watching, when things got really mushy.

Jessica looked over at Steven. Could she make him like her the way dad likes
mom? She felt her arm with her other hand. She knew she was strong but she
wasn't sure. She looked at her legs again and smiled at them.

Steven turned to her and spoke. "You know, I don't think it's a good idea for
you to spy on your mom."

"Why not?"

"I just don't think she would like it."

"Are you going to tell on me?" He didn't answer. Jessica started to worry.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again. I promise. As long as you come out to my tree
fort and play house with me for a little while."

"You want me to play house with you?"

"Yes. You'll be the husband, and I'll be the wife."

# 27

ANDREW heard Autumn walk through the front door so he closed his eyes and
pretended to be asleep on the couch. He hadn't expected her to come home for
another hour or two. He hoped that she would just leave him alone, he
desperately needed some space from her. He heard her in the kitchen making her
usual afternoon snack to hold her over until dinner. Then she would probably
go to her room. He just didn't know how much more of his daughter his psyche
could handle anymore. At some point she had clearly stopped regarding him as
an authority figure. That was an understatement.

Two days ago she had humiliated him by holding him helpless and tickling him
into submission. He knew she was a teenager and she would test the boundaries
of his rules. But that day she had basically obliterated any pretense that he
could answer her challenges. He was so distraught over it, he had considered
calling off guy's night with his old buddies, John, Russ, and Todd. Todd was
in town on business and it had been months since the four of them had been
together. Andrew knew if they didn't come over to his house they wouldn't get
together at all, because it would be too far for everyone to drive, otherwise.
Besides, seeing his old friends might bring some normalcy back and cheer him
up a little. His life had begun to revolve completely around his daughter and
he needed to do something just for himself.

This was something Andrew regretted immediately when his daughter came home
yesterday evening. The guys had already been over for an hour or so, and had a
couple of drinks in them.

"Hi daddy, I didn't know you were having some boys over." She said.

"We're just watching the ballgame sweetie." He said, trying to hide the
tension in his voice. When she first sat down in the living room with them,
his friends were all struck by how tall she was. None of the guys had seen his
daughter in at least four years. At the time, Andrew was very relieved to see
Autumn wearing her windbreaker and warm-up pants. They didn't hide her broad
shoulders and they were tight in several places on her body, but since the
guys didn't know any better Andrew knew they wouldn't guess how muscular she
was underneath. They would think she was pretty normal. Immediately Russ
commented on how athletic looking she had become, and she proudly thanked him.

Andrew began to relax after few minutes as they watch the game contentedly. He
left to get another round of beers from the refrigerator. He stopped in the
bathroom to pee as well, so he was gone for about two minutes. He never knew
what was said while he was gone, but the atmosphere had completely changed in
the short time before he came back. Russ was the biggest guy among them, and
he had always been a jock. In high school he was an all state wrestler and
sprinter. He stood almost 6'4" and probably still weighed 230 solid pounds.

"I think you're a bit too cocky for your own good there, girly." Russ was
saying as Andrew walked in. Clearly he was agitated.

"Who's going to put me in my place? You, chicken legs?" She fired back. She
was smiling, but Russ was not.

"I don't hit girls, but I think I could still find a way to put you in your
place." He answered.

"Autumn, please leave them alone." Andrew asked, his voice practically
begging.

"So, you're taking his side, dad?" She was still smiling, but Andrew was
nervous.

"No, I'm not taking anyone's side, I just don't want things to go too far."

"Autumn looked back to Russ. Okay Mr. Wimpy. I'll give you a chance to put me
in my place. If you can pin me to the floor right here I'll admit you're a
stud and I'm just a silly little girl."

"Alright." Russ answered, and without hesitation knelt in the middle of the
carpet, where there was some room to move around. Clearly his ego had been
challenged and he would not relent.

"If you want to give up, you have to say 'I'm a wimp', okay?" She said.

"Whatever. Come on, lets go." He held his hands up for her to lock her hands
into.

It was then that Autumn took her windbreaker off and the mood changed again.
She stretched her arms over her head, and 4 sets of eyes stared in shock at
the bulging body, barely contained in a thin tank top. When she locked her
hands with Russ's there was really no comparison between his thick but smooth
arms, and her thicker rippling arms. Russ's face had gone from confident to
pale.

"Say go dad." Autumn said happily over her shoulder toward him. Andrew didn't
want to initiate this thing. He just wanted her to leave.

"PLEASE Autumn, let's just forget it. We know you're stronger." He pleaded to
his daughter.

"We're just having some fun dad. Don't be such a spoil sport." She looked over
her shoulder at him again, raising her eyebrow as if warning him.

"Go." Andrew said solemnly. There was no immediate movement between the two,
but the expression on Russ's face turned to a grimace. He began to grunt and
take quick shallow breaths. His wrists began to curl back slowly and smoothly.
Andrew thought he heard his friend grunt the word "Ow" as his arms began to
twist and move in response to subtle motions of her wrist. She brought their
hands up until both of their arms were nearly straight. Her slightly longer
arms pulled his up until he was forced to lean forward against her. The
motions were so fluid it looked almost like they were doing an interpretive
dance. The only hint of effort in Autumn's body that Andrew could see from his
point of view were the thick muscles that danced in her shoulders and behind
her shoulder blades. Their hands moved smoothly back down, behind Russ's back,
where he groaned while she took both of his hands into one of hers. With her
free hand she scooped him behind his legs and sat back, which spun them both
so that she sat facing Andrew and his friends with Russ in a cradle hold.

One of the most striking things that Andrew would always remember was the
difference in the two expressions. One was red and grimacing, the other was
docile and almost smiling. One of Russ's hands worked free, and his arm was
able to reach under her armpit and hit weakly against her back. This time she
did smile, and she watched his expression closely as she drew her arms in. She
had been playing with him, and now his body crumpled under her power. Even
Russ's legs were no match for her powerful arms. Her upper arms were now
pressed against her sides, his once free arm could do nothing but hang limp as
the muscles in his arm were crushed flat. She purposely let go of his other
arm, which was no good to him ether, now that his own legs were pressing hard
against his chest.

"Okay Autumn, stop! You're hurting him!" Andrew called out. She looked up with
a playful smile.

"All he has to do is say "I'm a wimp", and I'll let him go. Well, I might make
him kiss my butt for being such a macho jerk." It was then that the other two
guys decided to take action, while she was talking. They each grabbed one of
her wrists and started pulling, trying to relieve some of the pressure on
their friend's body. "Hey, cheaters!" Autumn giggled. She let go of Russ, only
to let him drop between her legs, which clamped shut and kept him in the same
position. She quickly reached out and both men found themselves in a very
brief battle with one of her arms. "You know the rules boys." She said to the
two as she closed her arms tightly around them. "Admit you're a wimp and I'll
let you go." Both of them were caught awkwardly in her grasp, trying to paw
helplessly at her arm as it coiled around their bodies. She looked down at her
right arm and flexed it with extra attention around poor Todd. Muscles like
Andrew had never seen expanded viciously into the relatively soft body of his
friend.

"I'm a wimp!" Todd squealed. Right away she let him go and the man rolled
around in pain. She repeated the same with John, who also recited the words in
a wailing voice. She let him go and patted him playfully on the head while he
clutched his ribs. "Now, back to the original Mr. Wimpy." Andrew looked down
and realized Russ was trying desperately to mouth the words, but he had no
voice. Her thick legs had all but crushed him and Andrew was really getting
afraid for him.

"Autumn, he's saying it, let him go! You're going to kill him!"

"Alright, alright." She separated her legs and he unfolded onto the floor like
a rag doll. "Daddy, don't be such a drama queen. He'll be fine. You'd be
surprised how much squeezing a guy can take. He'll bounce right back." Autumn
showed no signs of remorse as she sat back and continued watching the game
while Russ coughed roughly on the floor.

"That was fun boys. Next time you want to wrestle a girl though, I'd bring
more friends and be a little less cocky." Yesterday had been the worst day of
his life. His best friends left soon after with hardly a word, and he doubted
they would talk to him again.

A few minutes of silence had gone by now while he pretended to sleep on the
couch. Andrew sensed that she had left the room so he kept his eyes closed and
silently counted. He decided if he got to 60 and didn't hear her anymore he
would open his eyes, then it the coast was clear he would go for a long walk.
He got up to 15 when he felt hands slide underneath him and he felt himself
being lifted. He kept his eyes closed and pretended to sleep while she carried
him. He felt himself being laid down and realized it was his own bed. The
covers were pulled over him and she kissed his forehead.

"My poor daddy is sleepy." She whispered. Then he heard her walk away and the
door shut. He opened his eyes and felt relief. It was only 6pm but he would be
happy to just stay in bed for the rest of the night.

#28

EVA sensed there was something wrong with her son during dinner. Steven hadn't
looked her in the eye since he came home and he hardly said a word. Now he was
just hovering over his plate, pushing his food around. She took his fork out
of his hand and laid it on the table. Gently, she took his face in her hands
and looked him in the eye.

"Tell me what's wrong Steven. A mother can always tell when something is
bothering her child. Are you sick?" He shook his head no, but he didn't speak.
She knew he couldn't hold back from her if he was looking her in the eye.
"Tell me what's bothering you." For several seconds, he said nothing, but then
she saw a tear roll down his cheek.

"She kept hurting me!" He suddenly blurted. "She kept making me kiss her!" He
bawled. Eva came around the table and picked him up. She cradled him and took
him into the sitting room.

"Tell me, baby. Who hurt you?" She whispered. "Was it Mattie?" He shook his
head no. "Who then, baby? Who hurt mommy's little baby."

"Je-Jessica."

"That little girl? That little girl hurt you? What did she do, hit you with
something?" Eva could see he wanted to talk but he was too flustered. "Take
your time baby."

"Sh-she squeezed me. She took me to her tree house- sh-she wouldn't stop. She
made me kiss her. She just kept-"

"Shhhh. Calm down baby. Everything is okay now. Mommy is here." Eva unbuttoned
her blouse. Her milk filled breasts ached for him. He could see what she was
doing and he already began to calm down. "Shhh baby. Mommy will take care of
you. Now do you see why mommy keeps such a close eye on you? It's for your own
good, baby." He took her engorged nipple into his mouth and she sighed with
relief. "That's right baby. Drink from mommy and you'll feel much better."

#29

AUTUMN was walking on air. Things couldn't have gone better. Tim the tennis
instructor could barely put together a complete sentence he was so exited
about their date. Only one tennis lesson and she already had him wrapped
around her finger. Eva and the rest of the Sisters would be very happy. She
walked into her house and smelled something delicious cooking in the kitchen.

"Mmmm that chicken smells great dad."

"Thanks Honey. I hope you like it."

"Sorry, not tonight. I have a date."

"What? You didn't tell me you were-"

"Dadeee..." Her tone was a warning. She put her finger into the air and
motioned for him to come closer to her. He set down his spoon and did so. She
smiled down at him and straightened his collar. "I thought we had an
understanding about the complaining."

"We do."

"Good." She kissed his forehead.

"But you were the one who asked me to make this." He continued.

She squeezed his cheeks playfully in her fingers, making his lips pucker like
a fish. "Don't whine daddy. I didn't ask you to make it for me. I have a
surprise for you."

"HOLD still, I'm almost done." Andrew frowned while Autumn finished combing
his hair. "There, that looks so cute." He looked in the mirror. She had parted
it at the side and combed it over across his forehead. It looked very
conservative, not his style at all.

"Now your date's name is Donna. She is a lot of fun. I know she's perfect for
you."

"But I -" He started.

"Oh, that's the doorbell. Perfect timing!" His daughter ran out of the room
and answered the door. When he made his way to the front door he saw Donna
from behind. She was facing the closet, hanging a jacket. She was very tall,
even a little taller than Autumn. She was wearing a backless dress, and right
away Andrew could see defined bulges of muscle. She wasn't as thickly built as
his daughter, but that was not a normal comparison. The woman turned around
and she smiled nervously when she saw him.

"This must be Andrew!" She held out her hand, and he shook it politely. By her
face, he guessed her age at about 40. Her brown hair was straight, shoulder
length, with bangs cut straight across her forehead. With thick glasses, a
largish nose and longish chin, he didn't find her pretty in the least.

"I'm sorry for being impolite, but may I use the ladies room for a minute?"
Donna asked.

"Sure, its straight that way" Autumn answered. As soon as she was out of ear
shot Autumn turned to her dad excitedly. "Isn't she great?"

"She's not my type at ALL Autumn. This won't work! We have to cancel this! Say
I'm sick!"

"You just don't like her because she's not flashy and glamorous like the
shallow girls you usually date. No, Donna is perfect for you. She's down to
earth, and she's very nice. She tried really hard to make herself look nice
for you. She spent all day shopping for that dress, just for you." At this
point Autumn had her hands on her hips and she was leaning forward with her
face only inches from his. "Are you going to be nice to my friend tonight, or
not." She was clearly getting worked up.

Andrew weighed his options quickly - anger Autumn or suffer on a rotten date.
"Yes, I'll be nice."

"Good. And compliment her dress when she comes out."

When Donna walked back out Andrew could feel his daughter's eyes on him.

"That's a pretty dress Donna." He said politely.

"Oh, thanks." Donna batted at the air dismissively, but she was obviously
flattered.

"Well, I have a date myself Donna, so I'm going to leave you two alone. Have
fun."

When the door closed, the two stood standing quietly for a minute, neither
sure what to say next. "Umm, are you hungry?" Andrew offered.

"Something sure smells good." She responded.

"How about some wine?"

"That would be great!"

#30

MATTIE hung up the phone and called down the hallway. "Jessie, will you come
in here please?" A few seconds later her daughter appeared out of her room,
holding her favorite doll. "Come sit with me on the couch, I want to talk to
you." Once they were both sitting, Mattie took the doll and placed it on the
coffee table so she could have her daughter's undivided attention. "I just got
off the phone with Steven's mom. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"No."

"Nothing?" She sighed. "Steven's mom said you beat him up today."

"No I didn't!" Then the girl hesitated. "I just wrestled with him a little.
Kind of like you do with daddy."

"What?"

"In the basement at night sometimes."

"You are supposed to be in bed at that time. Have you been watching daddy and
I? Tell the truth now, this is important."

"Sometimes."

Mattie felt twinges of guilt. Was this a good example to set for her daughter?
"What your father and I do in the basement at night during our alone time is
husband wife stuff, not little girl stuff."

"But I just wanted to make him like me. Dad really likes you after you wrestle
with him."

"Honey, I'm sorry but you're too young to understand this. Mommy knows what's
right for daddy because I'm an adult and I am his wife. When you are older you
will understand, I promise."

"When I get older, will I know what's best for daddy too?"

Mattie thought about it for a few seconds. "Well, yes, I suppose you will."

"How old will I have to be?" Mattie thought. Maybe the right thing to do was
not necessarily try to hide her relationship with Derrick, but allow Jessica
to learn from it and understand it.

"We'll see. In the meantime, I want you to show me what a big girl you are by
apologizing to Steven tomorrow."

#31

SHARPIE woke up to the sound of Eva's voice. He was in his bed and she was
dressed for work, leaning over him. "Come on Steven, time to get up. Before
you change out of your pj's follow me." He followed her as she requested into
the sitting room. He stopped when he saw Mattie sitting on the couch, with
Jessica on her lap. Eva put her hands gently on his behind and propelled him
forward. "Go on, Steven. Jessica has something to say to you."

Mattie had Jessica sitting on her monsterous left leg, and she patted the top
of her other leg, intending for Sharpie to sit there. He would have declined,
but Eva lifted him and set him there. So there he found himself, in his
pajamas, sitting on a woman's thigh as if it were a park bench, across from a
10 year old girl who had basically spent an entire day torturing him just to
make him cry. He had felt humiliated countless times since he let himself get
involved with Eva, but somehow this felt like a new low.

"Go ahead Jessica." Mattie prompted.

"I'm sorry for hurting you yesterday." Her voice was quiet and sad. Mattie
looked at him, waiting for him to accept. He looked over at Eva, who was
sitting a few feet away, watching the scene intently. Her nipples were
straining her blouse material. There was no doubt in Sharpie's mind that
watching him in this moment aroused her, even though she pretended to be
concerned.

He looked back at Jessica, who looked dejected as well. "Okay." He mumbled.

Sharpie felt the humiliation wash all over him again for the umpteenth time.
If they only knew he was actually 22 years old, how would they react then?
What kind of 22 year old man gets beat up by a 10 year old girl? He really did
deserve to be treated like a child.

"Do you have anything else to say to Steven, Jessica?"

"Will you come over and play again today? I promise I will be very very nice."

#32

AUTUMN grinned when she saw Donna add an extra 40 pounds to the leg machine
and begin her hamstring exercises. "Well, someone has a little vigor this
morning!" Donna laughed and blushed. "Did you have fun on your date with my
dad last night?" Autumn asked.

"I had a great time. Your father is a real cutie."

"You guys were gone when I got home, did he take you out somewhere?"

"After dinner we went out dancing for a couple of hours."

"Wow, really? That sounds fun."

"Your dad is a great dancer. I think I was pretty awful though. I bet I
stepped on his poor feet 5 times. It was my first time dancing with a guy
since joining the Sisterhood. I mean I wasn't used to dancing with a guy who
was so much shorter than me. But he was great."

"Did you get a good night kiss?"

"No, not this time. I wanted to though." She smiled. "But by then, I'd had few
too many glasses of wine I think. I guess I was a little nervous so I drank
too much. I mean I haven't been on a date in more than two years. Then I got
so chatty I probably talked his ear off. He probably won't ask me out again."

Autumn frowned. The poor woman had just completely talked herself out of
another date. She would have to play cupid a little more. "Oh, I wouldn't say
that based on what he told me this morning." Autumn winked.

"Why? What'd he say? You have to tell me!"

Autumn contemplated for a few seconds. A few white lies wouldn't hurt.
Besides, maybe it took more than one arrow from cupid to make things work
sometimes. He had mentioned something about her talking too much, and being
boring, but that was what a lot of first dates were like. "Oh, he commented on
how easy you were to talk to for one thing."

"Did he say whether he had fun?" Donna persisted.

"Of course he said he had fun!" Autumn answered.

"Do you think he will ask me out again sometime?"

"Of course, but why wait. Call him today and ask him out again tonight."

"Really? You don't think it would be too forward? I'm a little old fashioned."

"Oh, he's beyond that stuff. He likes women who are straight forward and
assertive. Trust me. And keep him out late; I'd like to have the house alone
with my own date for a few hours tonight, if you know what I mean."

"No, that's silly. Of course I would like to go to dinner with you tonight.
Eight o'clock is fine. No, I'm looking forward to it. I would sound more
excited but I just woke up from a nap is all. Okay, see you tonight." Andrew
hung up the phone and sighed.

"See? That wasn't so hard daddy. I know you guys will have fun. I can't wait
to hear all about it tomorrow when I talk to her. I know she'll have lots of
nice things to say." Autumn pulled his head over and kissed the top of it,
then went to her room.

Andrew closed his eyes and messaged his temples. Autumn asked him to give
Donna a chance, and he had. He told Autumn he still wasn't interested, and she
basically ignored him. Not only had she not listened, but she made him set up
yet another date. What was he going to do?

The only thing he could do was play along. In a few weeks she would go back to
her mother's. Then he could lose Donna and get things back to normal.

#33

DERRICK stood dutifully at the edge of the mat and watched his wife
methodically step into each lunge. With her arms down at her sides, each hand
held a 50lb dumbbell. The weight looked small and light in her hands, but it
was just to make the exercise a little more challenging. She calmly stepped
forward with her left foot and lowered her right knee to within inches of the
floor, then stepped back up. A few weeks ago she was doing 3 sets of 20 lunges
with those weights in her hands. Now she did 3 sets of the exercise but she
did them for 5 minute stretches. It was Derrick's job to count her reps for
her. Derrick never complained, of course, but her evening exercises seemed to
take longer and longer every night. It wasn't enough that she worked out all
day while he was at work.

"231 that time honey. Good job." He offered as he handed her a towel to wipe
her forehead.

"I can do better then that." She panted. "Hi Jes." She waved behind him.
Derrick turned around and saw his daughter walking down the stairs into the
basement to join them.

He smiled to his daughter. "Hi Jessica, Mommy and Daddy are working down here,
why don't you go back upstairs for a while."

"No, that's alright." Mattie corrected. "I told her she could join us as long
as her homework was finished. After all, I found out she's been watching us
work anyway."

"What?" He said.

"Yup, she had herself a little peep hole."

Derrick felt himself break into a cold sweat. Mattie was acting like it was
not big deal. But had his daughter seen the things Mattie did with him down
here? He watched his daughter browse around the basement and hop onto the
exercise bike.

"Don't forget to count hunny-buns." His wife reminded him as she started her
final set of lunges. He watched her huge legs bulge with each lunge. Had
Jessica seen him stuffed helplessly between those pillars while his wife
played with him? He tried to stay focused on counting and not think about the
humiliating possibilities of what his daughter had witnessed.

After 5 minutes she finished and waited for Derrick to give the result. "247."

"Wow, see, Jessica is good motivation for me."

The girl giggled and hopped off the exercise bike. "Mom, can we measure you
now?" Jessica asked. "I want to measure you!"

A queasy feeling engulfed Derrick. If she had seen him measuring her, then he
had seen other things.

"Sure!" His wife answered.

"Let me do your legs!" Jessica picked the measuring tape up off of a chair and
ran up to her mom. "So I just wrap it around here. The girl started to wrap
the white tape around her thighs. Mattie flexed and smiled down at her
daughter. "Wow, you just made your leg a lot bigger, how'd you do that!?"
Mattie giggled at her daughter's attention. "What's it say?" The girl asked.

"You can read it baby." Her mom answered.

"36?" Mattie nodded yes. "How much bigger is it then dad?" The girl asked with
a mischievous smile. Now Derrick really felt uneasy.

"I don't know. Why don't we find out? Come here Derrick, your daughter wants
to measure you." Derrick didn't like where this was going one bit, but he did
as he was told.

"19 inches." Jessica reported. "He's so skinny. Can we do mine?"

"Sure baby, I'll do it for you." Mattie encouraged. "It says 16 inches."

"Wow, I'm only 3 inches less then daddy!"

"Lets try your dad's waist. I want to see if it's even as big around as my
leg." Mattie suggested. Before Derrick knew it, they were wrapping the tape
around his waist. Both of them seemed entranced in what they doing. He had
never seen his daughter so focused before. "What does it say Jessica?"

"34! His whole waist is two inches smaller then your leg!" She laughed.
Derrick didn't understand why they were enjoying this so much. "Lets do arms!"
Jessica shrieked. Derrick opened his mouth to decline but his wife gave him a
look so he kept quiet. "Make a muscle mom."

"That's not fair." Mattie laughed. "I haven't had a chance to get them warmed
up. Will you help me?" She reached down and picked Jessica up by her waist,
easily curling her over and over, kissing her forehead each time. Jessica's
eyes bugged in excitement.

"Whoa mom, look!" She put two hands over one of her mother's flexed biceps and
they barely covered the enormous muscle. Then she turned to her father. "Now
your turn to warm up daddy." Jessica held her arms out for him to lift her as
well. Reluctantly he gripped under her armpits and hoisted his little girl up
to his chin. She was really heavy and pudgy like her mother had been at her
age. He tried to do it again, but she started to slip out of his grip. She was
just too heavy for him. "Come one daddy." She sounded disappointed. "Why don't
you use one of those then." She pointed to a 50lb dumbbell. Mattie picked it
up and brought it over and set it in front of him with a big smile on her
face. Why was she doing this to him?

"Here you go hunny-buns." Mattie said. Derrick knew he couldn't lift if with
one hand so he overlapped his hands on the single hand grip and pulled it up
to his chest. Both of them started laughing as he did this, and he felt his
face getting hot with anger and embarrassment.

"Look mom, he has to use two hands. It says 50. Can he even lift 20?" Jessica
asked.

"Yes, of course I can lift 20." Derrick answered hotly. His wife shot him
another look. "I mean, sure I can lift 20 pounds sweetie." He said through
gritted teeth as he heaved the weight to his chest for the 4th time. He
dropped the weight and shook his arms out.

"Do you want to measure us now, Jes?" Mattie offered. She flexed and a
cantaloupe size peak rose out of her huge arm and touched up against a bulging
forearm.

"I have an idea Mom, instead can I see you and daddy arm wrestle?"

Mattie chuckled. "Okay sweetie." She sat a card table in the corner and put
her elbow on the table, waiting for him. Derrick thought about running
straight up the stairs and out of the house, but where would he go? He sat
across from his dominating wife and took her open hand. Jessica laughed openly
at his arm, pointing and poking it. Mattie didn't stop her at all. She was
smiling and playing along.

"Say go when you're ready Jessie." Mattie prompted.

"GO!"

Mattie didn't move at first, and Derrick didn't even try. "You better convince
me you're trying Mr. or I'm going to show Jessica how we play 'Mattie Says'."
Jessica let out an excited "Yes! I want to see you play!" Immediately, Derrick
began to push with all of his might. Mattie pretended to stifle a yawn and
Jessica squealed with delight. Jessica put her hand on his biceps and
squeezed. It's kind of hard, but it's so small. It's like a girl's muscle."

Mattie laughed. "Use two hands hunny-buns, you're making this too easy for
me." Derrick did as he was told, knowing it wouldn't help. Next she brought
her arm casually down ¾ of the way, pretending to check the time, but stopped
inches from bringing his hands to the table. "It's almost bedtime sweetie, we
better finish up." Mercifully, she finished putting him down against the
table. "I think that calls for a little victory kiss." She flexed her arm and
sat back in her seat.

"In front of Jessica?" He whispered.

"Just a little peck, I'm sure she won't mind." Slowly, he walked around the
table and kissed the top of his wife's arm in humiliation. "See Jessica, I
didn't hurt daddy at all, and he still loves me."

"Mom, when can I start working out like you!"

"Well...we'll have to see. If you get your homework done in time we might be
able to start tomorrow."

#34

DONNA took him for a walk along her favorite stretch of the park, where it ran
along the lake. It was a beautiful night, and she was anxious to kiss him. She
had tried letting him talk more, but he was so quiet that she got nervous and
started drinking lots of wine again. The cool night air seemed to clear her
head though. It had been so strange the night before, dancing with a man that
was so much shorter than her. Not that he was small, but she had grown so
much. She looked down at him and smiled. He had been so nice to her all night.
She found herself walking with her arm placed lightly around his back. It was
as if she was escorting him instead of the other way around, but she reminded
herself what Autumn had said. He liked assertive women. It was strange, but
putting her arm around him made her feel protective of him as they walked.

"Look how bright the moon's reflection is on the water tonight. Isn't it
beautiful?"

"Yes it sure is."

He didn't sound very enthusiastic. She worried he was getting bored. She led
him out onto one of the docks. "Isn't it quiet out here?"

"Yes, it really is."

They reached the end of the dock. Donna decided it was now or never. It had
been on her mind all night, and she wouldn't be able to relax until it was
behind her. He was looking out at the water, and he looked so cute. Awkwardly,
she tried to lower her face to his level, half by bending her knees, and half
by bending at the hips. She brought her face right next to his and waited for
him to turn his head. She licked her lips. "It's romantic out here." She said
softly. He turned his head and seemed startled to see her face so close. He
stepped back, but his foot stepped right off the side of the dock. Before
either of them knew what happened he was in the water thrashing around.
Quickly, she reached down and found a hold under his arm pits. She jerked him
out of the water and began to apologize immediately.

"I'm so sorry. This was all my fault. I should have been more careful. I'll
pay for the cleaning, whatever it-

"Can you please just put me down!" She realized through her adrenaline rush
she was still holding him directly over the edge of the dock. She knew this
would be her last date with him. Frustrated, she quickly brought him to her
lips and kissed hard for about 5 seconds. When she broke the kiss they were
both breathless. She set him down on the dock, mumbled one more apology and
walked off, leaving him there.

#35

"DERRICK, Jessica, come in here please. I have a surprise for you." Jessica
followed her dad into the living room and there was her mom standing there
with a big smile on her face.

She had a navy blue outfit on that looked like a uniform of some kind. "Mom,
what are you wearing?" Jessica asked. Next, her mom put a hat on her head. It
had a gold badge on it.

"Guess sweetie!"

"A police officer uniform?" Jessica guessed.

"Yes! this is my police officer uniform! Surprise!"

"What?" Her dad sounded surprised too. "Why are you wearing that?"

"I've been secretly training to be a police officer while you were at work and
Jessica was at school. I just finished the last course and now I graduate this
weekend!"

"OH MY GOD!" Jessica screamed. "THIS IS SO COOL!" She ran up and hugged her
mom as hard as she could.

"Lets sit down and talk about it." Mattie said. She picked Jessica up and took
her over to the couch, setting her down "Come on Derrick, have a seat honey."
Her dad sat next to her, but her mom stayed standing. She looked so cool in
her police outfit. Jessica couldn't wait to tell her friends all about it.

"How did you do this!? Wha-Why?" Jessica's dad was as surprised as she was.

"I'll tell you more about it later. But first, guess what else? I have another
surprise. Daddy's going to be at home all the time from now on. Since I'll be
working now, he doesn't need to work at the insurance agency any more."

"What? HONEY! Don't you think we should talk about this?" Her dad practically
yelled. His face was turning really red. Jessica thought they might start to
argue but they didn't. Her mom knelt down in front of him and put her hands
his shoulders.

"Too late, I already told them you quit. I told them today was your last day."

"Y-your kidding."

"Nope. Surprise! You're a kept man now!" Her mom laughed, and so did Jessica.
"Which brings me to the next thing we need to cover." Her mom reached into her
back pocket and pulled out a funny looking bracelet.

"What is that?" Jessica asked.

"Oh, this is for daddy. It's called an electronic tether. It will let me know
if he wanders more than 30 feet from the house."

"I won't ever be allowed to leave the house?! Can't we talk about this?"

"Oh, of course you can leave the house honey, don't be so dramatic. You just
have to talk to me first. Otherwise I will have to track you down, hee hee.
Now let's put it on, I want you to have the weekend to get used to it. Let me
see your ankle." Jessica didn't understand why her dad seemed so upset. He
always complained about work. Now he was lucky, he didn't have to go anymore.
It didn't look uncomfortable or anything. "It fits. Now go upstairs and wait
for me in the bedroom sweetheart, we'll talk some more. I want to talk to
Jessica alone for a few minutes first." Her dad looked like he wanted to say
something, but her mom gave him a big hug and he went upstairs. Once he was
gone her mom sat down and pulled Jessica onto her lap. She put her police hat
on Jessica's head and smiled down at her. "Okay Jess, I have a special job for
you now that I'm going to be gone more often. I need to you keep an extra eye
on the house, and keep an extra eye on daddy." Jessica felt her body tingle
with excitement. "Can I trust you with extra responsibilities?"

"Yes mom of course!"

#36

AUTUMN walked into the gym feeling great. With almost no effort at all, she
got what she needed from her date, Tim. It was almost so easy that she had
wanted more of a challenge. She did as Eva had said and kept it to a PG
rating. All she did was bat her eyes and laugh at his jokes. Of course a
couple of nice hugs sealed the deal. Today he would take her to meet his
father, which he had been reluctant to do. Now the tricky part would be
getting Tim's influential father interested in a business meeting with
Catherine's company.

Everything in her life seemed right on track until she saw Donna in the locker
room. She looked as if she hadn't slept.

"Donna, what's wrong?"

"Oh Autumn. I promised myself I wouldn't say anything to you about it." With
that, she started crying. "It was horrible. I like your father so much! But he
fell into the lake and he was so mad. He'll never want to see me again."

Autumn felt herself starting to get angry. "He fell into the water and blamed
you?"

"Well, it was my fault."

"Why, did you push him?"

"No."

"Well, I tried to kiss him."

"So, what's wrong with that? You shouldn't blame yourself."

"Well, I'm sure he blames me."

"I doubt that he blames you Donna. He'll probably call and you'll both laugh
about it tonight."

"I don't know about that." She sounded doubtful but she stopped crying at
least.

"Oh yeah. If I know my dad, he won't let something like that get in the way of
a dating a great girl like you."

"Oh Autumn, you're so nice to me."

"You're my friend, that's what I'm for. Now lets go blast our buns. You'll
want them high and tight for your next date."

#37

FOR the first time since they had started dating, Donna felt relaxed. She
looked over at the flowers Andrew had brought her sitting in the vase and felt
a warm and happy. She had thought for sure he would have never wanted to see
her again, not after the accident at the dock. But she was convinced nothing
more could go wrong, and by now she knew he must really like her if he was
still willing to see her. She yawned and strategically put her arm around him
on the couch. He made her feel like a teenager, but she liked that. He had
barely touched the dinner she cooked for him, but he had promised her he loved
it. He kept telling her how good everything tasted, even though he hardly ate.
She guessed he must be nervous, which could only confirm to her once again
that he really did like her.

She wanted so badly to kiss him again, like she had on the dock. But he hadn't
made a move. Time was quickly passing and the movie would be over soon. Then
he might leave. She felt urgency wash over her. She took her wine glass from
the end table and drank the last half of it. "Are you warm enough Sweetie?"
She asked.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Your hands feel a little cold." She took his hands in hers and held them. It
felt so nice to touch him. "I bet you were really cold after you fell in the
water last time. I never should have left you like that. I'm sorry."

"That's okay. Like I said, it was my fault."

"I thought you were mad at me. Especially after I kissed you."

"No." He answered.

She reminded herself to be forward. This is what he liked. She took his hand
and pressed his fingertips against lips, kissing them. His eyes stayed trained
on the television though. Next she took his index finger and ran her tongue
over it. She had never tried anything so naughty before. This was not
something that gangly 4-eyed accountants did. But she reminded herself that
she wasn't gangly anymore. She was a new woman. Then she put his finger into
her mouth and sucked on it seductively. The wine must have really loosened me
up, she thought. Finally, he turned his head toward her and she didn't waste
the opportunity. When he opened his mouth to speak she captured his mouth in
hers and kissed him passionately. He made a sound and she responded with a
long deep moan. She plunged her tongue deep into his mouth and hugged him
tightly against her. He tasted so wonderful. She wanted to feel every inch of
him pressed against her. After a few minutes she realized she had actually
pulled him onto her lap. She broke the kiss away, he was panting heavily. She
looked down and saw that he had a bulge in his crotch. She wasn't about to
waste the opportunity. "I want you now!" She picked him up and cradled him in
her arms. She didn't know if it was wine or love, but her head was swimming
and her body needed to have sex with this man. With her tongue sliding into
his mouth again she carried him into her bedroom.

#38

AUTUMN rolled over on the reclined deck lounger and verified that her date Tim
and his very rich father were both still staring at her. "Richard, would you
mind putting some more tanning oil onto my back?"

"Certainly!" The older man jumped up like a school boy and scrambled for the
bottle.

"I can do it!" Tim called out.

"That's okay, your dad's got it hon." Autumn answered. The younger man dropped
his head in disappointment, but she wasn't concerned about him anymore. She
had the big fish now. She never would have guessed Richard was as wild about
big muscular amazons as his son. As soon as Tim introduced her to his father
he had insisted on spending the day with them on his private yacht. She sighed
as the man began to message the oil into her shoulders slowly. "Mmm. That
feels nice. My muscles are so tight today."

"My pleasure. You are a very athletic girl."

"I guess you could say that." She pulled her hair up out of the way of the
man's working hands, making sure to flex her arms. She smiled when she heard
him gasp.

"So, you're really only si-six-teen?"

"Yup. Some people think I look older, but I'm only sixteen."

"I've never seen a girl with a body- I mean muscle development like yours.
Wait, I'm sorry did I offend you?"

She laughed. "No, not at all. I love my muscles. You can talk about them as
much as you want. I work hard every day to make them even bigger. I think I
still have some room to grow."

"I h-hope so." The man stammered.

Tim walked up and sighed. "You know, I just remembered I have someplace to be.
Let's go back to port." Then Tim walked down into the cabin and slammed the
door. Richard ignored him and kept messaging the oil into Autumn's rippling
back.

A few minutes later the door to the cabin opened again. "Daaad! Can we go
now?!"

"Not yet son. In a little while."

"But I said I need to go!"

"Mmm, Richard maybe you should tell your son to stop whining or I'll turn him
over my knee and really give him something to cry about." Autumn said softly.
She felt the man's hands really start to message deeply into her when she said
that. She knew he would love to see it. She was considering it when he started
talking.

"Does your physique run in the family, I mean..." Richard's voice was
quivering with excitement.

"You mean does my mom have big strong muscles like me?"

"Um, yes."

"You bet she does. Some people mistake us for sisters. She's not married to my
dad anymore, so we hang out a lot together."

"I'd love to meet her."

"I'm sure she would love to meet you too. But she lives in Nebraska and she
works for a company that develops pesticides."

"You're kidding!" Richard exclaimed.

#39 (Remember the abused wife? Warning, a bit graphic)

KEVIN stood in the bathroom and looked at the clothes his wife Alyssa had laid
out for him. There was no way. He didn't care what she did to him; he wasn't
going to wear that dress. He folded his arms in disgust.

A loud knock at the bathroom door startled him. The door opened and Alyssa
walked inside. The top of her head passed just inches under the doorway. "You
aren't dressed yet?" She was naked, looking down at him. Her biceps bunched
tightly as she crossed her arms, and her chest rippled. "The kids are off to
school and I have to go to work soon."

"I'm not going to wear this!" He shouted. She smiled and took the dress off
the counter, holding it up in front of him.

"I think you'll look pretty in it. The green flowers match your eyes."

"Joke all you want, I'm not wearing it."

She stepped closer to him and he backed against the counter. "We're just
following the rules you established Kevin. You always said that the women's
role is to take care of the house. And you always said that you were the head
of the household because you paid the bills. You said that real men worked
while their women stayed home. Now that you've lost your job and I'm working,
you have to take care of the house. I'm making far more money than you ever
did. I'm putting food on the table and paying the bills now, so you don't wear
the pants around here anymore. You're not a real man, so this is what you're
going to wear."

"Bull shit." He spat. Her shoulder twitched and he jumped back reflexively. He
thought she might hit him again. His heart was pounding but he had to stand
his ground. "Hit me all you want, I'm not wearing it." He stomped his bare
foot on the tile to emphasize his stance.

Alyssa's face broke into a wide grin and she shook her head. She still had the
same pretty face that got him involved with her in the first place. His
attraction to her and hatred for her drove him crazy. "Kevin, dear husband,
I'm not going to hit you. I really don't get any joy from it, at least not
like you used to get from beating me up. If you don't want to wear a dress you
don't have to." Kevin raised his eyebrows suspiciously. His wife continued,
"But I have a special gift for you if you do as I ask and wear your cute new
dress." She opened a drawer and Kevin's heart began to pound out of his chest.

"What is that?!"

"What does it look like honey? It's a 10 inch strap on dildo. I got it for the
new lady of the house. That would be you." Her pretty smile made the sick
implication feel even more twisted to him. He thought he might even throw up.

"You can't!" He stammered.

She stepped closer and he ran her long painted fingernails very lightly down
his naked arm, giving him goose bumps. Her left breast twitched from the
slight use of her muscular chest. She grabbed him by the shoulders and turned
him to face the mirror. She stood behind him and rested her chin heavily on
the top of his head. With one hand she continued to trace his skin with her
fingernails, making goose bumps appear up all over his body. With her other
hand she held the plastic device up in front of him. "I can Kevin. I can do
what ever I want to your weak sissy body." Her tone sounded so feminine and
gentle, flowing from her pretty mouth. The contrast of her tone and the
meaning of the words terrified him even more, if that was possible. She set
the pink 10 inch device on the counter in front of him. "So, like I said, you
don't have to wear the dress. But then you don't get this nice pink present I
picked out just for you."

Kevin was sweating all over. We would have loved to run, but he knew he
wouldn't make it more than one step. He had tried it before. "You're crazy if
you think that fake dick is a present I would want. I'm definitely not wearing
the dress." He said bravely, somehow keeping his voice from quivering.

"Okay then, have it your way." She sighed. She opened up a second drawer. "If
you don't want to be a good housewife and wear your dress then I'll take your
gift back where I got it and we'll just have to use this other one." Kevin
would have collapsed if she wasn't there to hold him up. In her hand was a
blue version of the first dildo. "This one is 16 inches, and as you can see
quite a bit thicker." She giggled. Kevin felt like his heart had stopped
pumping blood, even though it pounded in his chest "God, look at this thing."
She continued in amusement. "You're going to give me a good workout with this
honey." She bucked her hips against his back to tease him.

Tears started rolling down Kevin's face. "You wouldn't...you...couldn't." She
set the blue one next to the pink one. "You might be surprised. I can see you
need time to make a decision. I'll wait outside in the bedroom." She stepped
toward the door and stopped. "Oh, and when you come out, bring the appropriate
toy with you."

ALYSSA'S crotch was soaking wet. When she saw her husband come out of the room
with the dress she felt even more turned on. As she had grown bigger and more
powerful, she had fantasized about beating him up and leaving him. But she
hadn't anticipated how powerful she would become. And her power over him was
more intoxicating then she had expected. She realized she could do much more
than just beat him. She could take every aspect of his manhood. She was so
glad Catherine had given her such good advice.

In the meantime, she was amazed at how well she could make him behave in front
of her children. She hadn't planned on making him wear dresses in front of
them, but now as she regarded him, she reconsidered. It would probably be good
for them to see their father like this. This might go a long way toward
undoing all of the intimidation and male dominant bullshit he had been feeding
them.

She stood up and put her hands on her naked hips. "Did you bring your gift?
Good. Come here, I'll show you how to put it on me. Come on now, don't stall.
I haven't taken the blue one back yet. I can still change my mind you know."
She guided his hands and helped him strap the device around her hips. "There,
isn't she pretty? I want you to think of a beautiful name for her."

"What?!"

"You heard me. You two are going to become very close." She sat back on the
edge of the bed. Her pink toy stuck out erotically into the air. "But don't
name her just yet, I want you to become more acquainted with her first." She
pulled him closer and pushed him down so that he knelt between her thighs. "Go
on, kiss her." She could see his body tremble as his lips gingerly pecked the
tip. She giggled. "What a silly little sissy you are. Open your mouth and kiss
her properly." She put her hands on his head and helped him, not unlike he had
done to her in the past. She felt him try to resist, but her powerful arms
easily pressed his head down over the thick plastic device. "Don't worry;
eventually you will learn to take all of her in without gagging. I will teach
you how to be a good sissy."

#40

AUTUMN couldn't wait to see Eva in person to tell her the news so she had
called her at her office. "Eva, I couldn't believe how easy it was. I just
casually mentioned to Richard that my mom worked for a company that developed
pesticides, like you told me to. Then I told him that they had made a big
breakthrough and were ready to put it on the market. He was so anxious to
buy-in that he practically wrote ME a check. He's flying my mom in tomorrow to
learn some details. My mom will have no trouble getting this guy to buy."

"That sounds wonderful! You are quite talented my dear. Through a deal like
this almost all grain in the Midwest will carry the gene catalyst by next
summer. By next fall, cattle will also be carrying it. Between this successful
project and the others that are in motion, we will be well on our way to our
first year goal of 10 million females."

"I am so proud that I got to help!"

"I don't need to remind you that no one outside of the sisterhood can ever
know about any of this."

"Of course Eva."

"So, now that you have an Agriculture Mogul in your back pocket, will you be
able to come back and baby-sit for me again next week?"

"Of course!"

"I think little Steven really missed you. He made a new playmate while you've
been gone, but I think she's a little more than the poor thing can handle."

#41

ANDREW was scrambling eggs at the stove when Donna walked up behind him
wearing nothing except her thick framed glasses and a broad smile. She put her
arms around his waist and began to nibble is ear.

"Good morning lover." She slid a hand down his pants and began to fondle him.
"You were wonderful last night." She kept nibbling his ear and kissing his
neck. Despite himself he soon had another erection. She took the spatula from
his hand and took over scrambling eggs with one hand while stroking his dick
with the other. "Pretty talented hmm?" She finished scrambling the eggs and
took them off the burner. "How about breakfast in bed?"

"Umm, it's Monday. I have to be at work in an hour. It's been a great weekend
and everything, but I have to go."

"You feel a bit feverish. You'd better call in sick." She turned him and
picked him up in her arms for the umpteenth time that weekend. His arms were
pinned helplessly to his sides in her hugging embrace. "I need one more day
with you and then you can go to work tomorrow Lover."

#42

CATHERINE sat next to her friend Alyssa on her back porch bench and they
watched her children playing outside. "Your daughter is really sprouting
Alyssa."

"Tell me about it. I've stopped buying her pants. It's all shorts and flip
flops this summer." They both chuckled.

"Thanks for a wonderful dinner." Catherine said.

"Oh sure, it was nothing." Alyssa answered, and then called toward the door.
"Kev, come on out here for a minute." Her husband appeared on the porch. "The
dishes can wait for a few seconds, have a seat with us." She pointed to the
bench between Catherine and herself. The man did as his wife instructed,
squeezing between the rock hard shoulders of the two women. Neither made any
motion to accommodate him, so he hunched his shoulders in to make himself
smaller. "Ladylike." Alyssa reminded him. Immediately the man crossed his legs
and patted the hem of his dress down over his knees.

"That's a very pretty dress." Catherine offered.

"Thank you." He answered softly.

"He picked it out himself. He knew you liked blue Catherine." Alyssa added.

"That's so thoughtful. You really are a sweet little sissy aren't you?"
Catherine responded as a compliment.

"Kevin has something he'd like to say to you." Alyssa prompted.

"Thank you for joining us for dinner. I hope everything was to your liking."
He said.

"Oh, you're welcome, and everything was just fine. I wish I could visit more
often."

"Now you better go back to your dishes. Catherine just told me she can't stay
much longer. So if you want to have Sadie ready to go before I'm ready you had
better hurry."

"Sadie?" Catherine asked.

"That's the dildo I told you about, remember?"

"Oh yes, that's right. I hear you really like Sadie a lot Kevin" Catherine
said. Kevin only shrugged, looking downward.

"He's just being shy." Alyssa said. "He whimpers a first, but by the time
we're done he can barely move he's so satisfied." Alyssa petted her husbands
head. "You better get going." He got up and walked back into the house.

"I think you've done it Alyssa. You've completely remade him." Catherine
congratulated.

"He still needs some work. I have some new rules to install, and he has some
improving to do on his housework."

"Oh, they can always improve Alyssa, but look how far he's come."

"I couldn't have done it without your help Catherine. You were instrumental."

"Oh, a few spankings here and there. You did all the real work."

"You're too modest Catherine. He cried for an entire day after he returned
home from his little weekend trip to your house last month. He couldn't even
make himself go pee without asking my permission first after that visit. I'll
never understand how you did that. Thank you."

"Oh, it was fun."

#43

EXHAUSTED, Andrew walked in the door and dropped himself onto the couch.
Finally, a night off from Donna. His whole body ached, all he wanted to do was
sleep. He was about 10 seconds from doing so when the door opened and Autumn
walked in.

"Hi dad. I have some great news."

"You know how I am going back to mom's next week?"

"Yes?"

"Well you won't have to wait a year to see me again. She's moving back here in
two weeks!" "What?!"

"Yup! She's taking a job back in the city. I'm going home just long enough to
help her pack and then I'm moving back here with her! Isn't that awesome?"

Andrew couldn't even speak. His mind wouldn't even let him accept what she was
saying. This had to be a dream. That's right, he told himself. I'm just
sleeping. With that, he got up and walked silently to bed.