The beast in her
By Phylogynia
Mark meets the massive Valkyrie Diana, and falls in love
Update: 21/09/1997 to phylog

	I really do appreciate the favour you are doing me, Doctor Sigmund. I do 
not know where to start. But this is hardly surprising since my life had been 
shattered brutally just last week. I don't know what to say. You have been my 
mentor for so many years, you know how strong I was, how...
	Please, Mark, simply calm yourself and lay down on the sofa.
	Yes, yes... Lay down... on the sofa...
	Mark, you called me yesterday and asked for an emergency appointment. But 
before we start, let me just say that it's a real pleasure to see you after all 
those years. A retired psychoanalyst like me can get lonely when away from 
practice. This is not a favour to you Mark, it is one to myself.
	You always had to knack to reassure your patient, Doctor Sigmund. Always. 
I remember the days when as a young student in psychiatry you started my 
compulsory psychoanalysis. All this hard work, dwelling on my personality. Every 
time I had to come, I had uncontrollable fears about what I was going to find 
inside myself. But every time I came, I knew I was in good hands. Your hands. 
The hands of experience and what I always perceived as a very accurate and 
penetrating intelligence.
	Why don't we get on with our business?
	Yes. yes. Well, it all started about nine months ago when she came in my 
office for the first time.
	She?
	Of course, I can't give you her real name, Doctor Sigmund. I will simply 
call her Diana for the sake of this exercise. Diana. She had taken an 
appointment by phone. From her voice I could immediately tell that she was a 
very shy person. If I had to guess her appearance, I would have said, small with 
an uncertain demeanour. The woman that appeared in my office was rather tall, in 
fact taller than me, of generous proportion. She was indeed shy and it was very 
difficult to establish eye contact. She was wearing a track suit, a cotton one I 
seem to remember. Loose fit. Across her large chest was written in big american-
style letters "Notre Dame". I also noticed that she had huge feet clad in bright 
white sneakers. She had no rings, no earrings, no jewellery. Her hair were of a 
magnificent gold but she had an appalling haircut.
  	Her face was quite interesting. She had very pale blue eyes and very blond 
almost white eyebrows. These were the only pretty feature of her face. The rest 
was very ordinary. Very fat lips, square jaw, angular features made her a woman 
of very average beauty. Overall, from the way she dressed, from her carry, from 
her eye contact avoidance, I deduced immediately that she had problems with her 
appearance. She probably thought that she was too fat, that she was born with a 
large frame with the affliction that modern women have to put up with: she was 
not a supermodel. "Please sit down." I said. She was embarrassed. She hesitated 
between the small chair right in front of my desk and the counselling sofa. She 
took a very long time before she could made her mind. This in itself was very 
revealing, as you know. At this point, I was already taking notes. That's when I 
took a better, or if you prefer a more conscientious, look at her. She was big. 
Real big. The first thing I notice were her shoulders, how wide they were. Then 
I noticed her neck, the way it fanned out and disappear inside her sweatshirt. 
Then I look down. She had very wide hips and a large round ass. As for the rest 
of her, the loose fit of her track suit was covering too much to tell. This is 
when I should have known that something was wrong.
	How do you mean, Mark?
	Well, somehow I could not stop looking at her. Something in me was 
viscerally attracted in her. Well, that the way I see it now. At that precise 
moment it was more like a diffuse yet concrete curiosity. There was something in 
her appearance that I found... I don't know.
	I doesn't matter, Mark, go on.
	I said "Feel free to choose either." and she finally sat on the couch. 
"How can I help you, Diana?". A long silence followed that question. She was 
looking at her sneakers, twisting them around as if to test their elasticity. 
Typical avoidance strategy. She started to speak hesitantly. Her voice was very 
soft and pleasant. She talked for a few minutes about where she was from, her 
family, her current job. It became clear rapidly that she was unhappy about 
something much more essential and when she finally said "I don't like myself." I 
knew that we had reached the central issue. The rest was inconsequential.
	Isn't this a hasty judgment?
	I admit it was but the following sessions and their disastrous effects 
were going to confirm this. By then, I felt that this first session was 
validated and I asked her to think about which aspects of herself she didn't 
like and that we could discuss those when she'd come back the following week. [A 
long pause] ...That night I made love to Mary, you remember Mary, my wife? It 
was very satisfying but as I put my head on the pillow to sink into sleep, the 
thought of Diana surfaced. As I was drifting into sleep, I saw her standing in 
front of my desk: big, she was big... and then I fell asleep. [Again a long 
pause]
	Go on.
	Well, I forgot about that dream. The following week, I saw Diana for the 
second time. I quickly went through my notes: I knew this was an important 
session. I invited her to lay down on the couch and sat next to but slightly 
behind her. I asked her what she meant with her comment of the previous week.

	Well, I don't like the way I look, I hate my body and I can't look at my 
face in the mirror. Sometimes I feel that there was some kind of jinx thrown on 
me.
	What kind of jinx?
	Well, the kind of jinx that made you think that life is simply not just. 
That some have it all and that they don't disserve it.  I feel that I've been 
cheated by life. Sometimes I feel very angry and sometimes depressed.
	What aspect of your body or face don't you like?
	I think I look too masculine. As a kid I was often taken for a boy. I wish 
I had some feminine traits. 
	Don't you think you have a... let's say generous body?
	Generous? Hideous you mean. That's why I hide it as much as I can.

	That was the essence of the conversation that took place for the following 
hour. She was obviously completely obsessed with her look. In a way it was quite 
sad but I had solved that kind of problems many times before. As you know, the 
toughest psychological problems are not a question of image. "What is your 
rapport with men?" I asked. The answer came very slowly and reading between the 
lines it became quite clear that (i) she had never experienced sex and (ii) she 
had the firm conviction that men find her repulsive. "How important is sexuality 
for you?". This question was followed by a long silence. Obviously this was a 
very complex and perhaps even shameful issue for her. "Take your time; you don't 
have to answer this question." I reassured her. I waited in silence for at least 
one minute. Then I noticed that the hour was almost over and I decided the best 
thing to do was to give her a break and the occasion to muster the courage on 
her own. She got up and smiled generously at me. I think she appreciated the 
fact that I didn't force her into things. I pretended not to notice her smile 
and as I was scribbling on my note pad, I carelessly fixed the date of the next 
meeting. I watched her going out but I could not stop looking at her. There was 
definitely something that turned me on in her. Mind you, this is not the first 
time this appends. We don't decide who attracts us. Isn't this a plain truth?
	Seeking approval?
	Hmm, perhaps.... Anyway, a week went past and Diana was back again in my 
cabinet. Same setup, her lying on the couch me sitting next to her. Without any 
prompt, she immediately went into the thick of the subject.

	I have a problem with my sexuality doctor.
	How is that so?
	My first sexual experience happened very early on. I was twelve then. It 
was at school during the gym class. I always loved the gym classes. I love the 
physical exhaustion, the feeling of sweat. I love the concentration, I was a 
perfectionist. I repeated every movement until I reached perfection. One day, 
the gym teacher, at the end of the class, had us do crunches. He said that us 
girl needed more stomach strength in order to progress. He  made us all lay down 
along a wall with our feet up on the wall and asked us to do as many crunches as 
we could. I started to do them and soon I started to feel the pain in my abs, It 
was like a burning sensation. I loved it and I was putting as much intensity as 
I could in the movement. By then most of the girls had collapsed and only a few 
kept on going. The pain was so great that my whole body started to shake but I 
had to do more, and more. It was like a drug. Huge cramps started to develop on 
my stomach but I had to go on. I was the last one to go on. That's when it 
happened. That's when I experience the first orgasm of my life. I couldn't 
understand what it was. It was irradiating from deep inside of me. The pain of 
the cramps was simply blown away by the pleasure traversing me. When it was 
finally over I don't know how long it lasted I opened up my eyes to see that the 
gym teacher was standing right above me. He looked worried and he said "Are you 
Ok?" . I lowered my feet, turned on my side and tried to get up but I obviously 
couldn't. My whole body was drained. I stayed on my knees incapable of speaking, 
probably trembling like a leaf. "You didn't have to push yourself like that, you 
know." he said lowering himself to my level and putting a hand on my shoulder 
trying to calm me down.  He had no idea... I had no idea! I didn't know what had 
hit me but I knew that I wanted more. A lot more.

	This is the essence of what she said. Now, I knew that some women could 
acheive orgasms by this sort of masturbatory movement but what was frightening 
was that her story turned me on. When she finally said "What do you think 
Doctor?", my answer simply was the reflex of years of consulting: "How's that a 
problem?". Answering a question with a question has always been the easy way 
out, isn't it?
	Do you think so?
	Of course I think so! [long silence] Anyway... The fact was that this was 
for me a huge turn on. Something that came from the deepest corners in me. I had 
no idea... She went on:

	From that they on I knew that sexuality and physical pain and exhaustion 
were linked in me.  Of course, I didn't even know the word "sexuality". All I 
knew was that this amazing thing that I just felt was linked to physical 
activity, to muscle contraction and overuse. From that day on the gym became an 
obsession to me.
	I still don't see how this is a problem.
	Well, that's because I am ashamed of this. [she waited for a comments on 
my part but I refrained] When all the girls were talking about boys, I could not 
see the point. I was not interested in boys, I was interesting in reliving that 
brief and intense moment. Who cares about boys. All these young women to be 
didn't know a thing about what having an orgasm meant. How complete and draining 
it was. They were talking about something called love. Something that was so 
immaterial to me that I could not even start to contemplate it. All I knew was 
that when I went to the gym, work hard and exhaust myself, I would get wet and 
horny. I soon discover the amazing satisfaction that masturbation gave me. I was 
insatiable and for many years I practice it without second thought. I guess I 
didn't even associate it with men and sex. It was an absolute pleasure without 
any moral or social extent.
	 Have you changed your mind since?
	Of course I have! I wouldn't be here now if I hadn't... I wish I could 
find a partner in life. But who would like somebody like me.
	Like you? You mean your physical appearance?
	Yeah. I'm somewhat of a freak you see. I'm muscular, very muscular. I 
didn't ask for it. It's something I had to do. Had to do, you see? The gym has 
been so good to me Doctor. I had very little friends; that's probably my 
personality and boys were not interested in me. I was not pretty enough [she 
uttered pretty with a kind of disdain]. So I spent a lot of time at the gym. The 
exhaustion brought me so much satisfaction. I could work for hours and hours 
with heavier and heavier weights. At the end, I would be in a state of 
incredible sexual arousal. I'd very often masturbate in the showers or in the 
toilets. That's when I did not reach orgasm during the workout. God! This was so 
good. After many years at the gym I became so muscular that I had to wear baggy 
clothes all the time otherwise I'd be picked on. I was still a teenager then and 
they were all treating me like some kind of ugly mutant bitch. Whenever they'd 
see my muscles, the boys would pass some comments on how disgusting it was and 
those who didn't just looked in utter disgust.

	That's where, doctor Sigmund, I made my first professional fault. But by 
then I could not refrain anymore. I had to see. I had to satisfy this incredible 
urge that was eating me away.  It was more than I could take. My heart was 
racing, I had an erection that threatened to burst. My eyes were riveted on her 
body, its size, its curves, its volume. Do you understand?
	Please tell me your professional fault, Mark.
	I asked to see... I asked to see... Isn't it pathetic.

	I don't know, doctor. I'm so ashamed.
	Please go ahead. This is part of the therapy.
	Only because I trust you Doctor. Please don't judge me.

	Then she got up and grabbed the front of her t-shirt and pulled it up. She 
also pulled down her track pants by a few inches to reveal her stomach.  Doing 
so, she exposed the most amazing abs I've ever seen in my life. Their definition 
was beyond belief, beyond description. Her muscles were of inhuman qualities: 
their definition, depth and volume was something to be seen. But not only that, 
she didn't have a single gram of fat on her. Not one. Skin, perfect skin, muscle 
and a complex network of veins the size of fingers were irradiating from her 
pubis. This was insane. Insane. Nobody could be of such hardness and definition. 
I tried to stay as cool as I could. And I don't think she noticed my state of 
excitement. She was so ashamed of what she showed me that she immediately 
returned to the consulting sofa crossing her arms on her chest in a clear sign 
of frustration. [After a silence of at least one minute, Dr Sigmund said]
	How does that make you feel, Mark?
	How does that make me feel? I never felt so unprofessional. What was this? 
Where did this come from. I didn't know that side of myself. This came as a 
total surprise. How would I look at Mary from then on? In fact, for the 
following weeks, I could not make love to Mary without thinking about Diana. 
This would get me in a state of deep sadness but the sexual arousal was too 
strong. Just thinking about her made me feel uncomfortable.
	Anyways... The therapy went on. I could not wait for Diana to come back 
week after week. I wanted her to overcome her frustration with her appearances 
and I am ashamed to admit it it was as much to see myself what she really looked 
like. If only I could see her in something else but track suits and sneakers.
	Of course at this point it was your duty to let her go...
	I know that perfectly Doctor Sigmund but every man has got its weaknesses. 
I was infatuated. So it went on for weeks. Diana was gradually getting better 
and dare I say I did a very good job at making her realise that some men could 
well be interested in an athletic women. Of course she realised that lots of men 
were looking at her but she had the deeply rooted impression that it was always 
is disgust and she felt a great shame about it. Secretly, I was waiting for her 
therapy to finish in order to have an affair with her. I'm only human Doctor 
Sigmund. I've got cravings too...
	I understand, go on.
	Well, one day she came to me in an especially good mood:

	I feel really good today doctor.
	How's that Diana?
	I followed your suggestion of letting my body show its proportions at the 
gym. You said that  I'd soon realised who is interested in me and who is 
repulsed. Well, this guy named Paul came up to me. Oh, sorry I forget to tell 
you, I'm so excited. I was wearing a t-shirt that day. Nothing too revealing. I 
had a lycra sports bra underneath because otherwise my nipples are too visible 
(I  think) but my arms were bare and this to me is already a big step forward. 
They are very muscular you know; thick and sinuous. I thought that this was 
enough for a start. Well, this guy, Paul, came up to me while I was doing some 
curls. He had a large smile that was very enticing. He was pretty big himself. 
Years of training himself. He was a little bit shorter than me, but that's not 
uncommon. Anyway, he came up to me and complimented me on my arms. In fact, he 
did more than compliment me he said "I've never seen arms like these on anyone. 
Fantastic!" . I blushed heavily which he noticed and then introduced himself. He 
was very friendly and for once in my life, I did not have the impression he was 
sarcastic or ironic. I owe that to you doctor. We talked for a while before I 
returned to my training. I had tons of energy. Loads of it. I trained madly for 
a good two hours and by the end of it I had so much tension in me that I thought 
that my whole body was going to shatter.  I noticed also that throughout the 
workout, Paul was looking at me. Often. That was very pleasant. As I was leaving 
the gym, he came up to me and asked me if I'd like to go for a drink one of 
these days. Of course, I said no.
	And why's that?
	Simply because I could not stop thinking that he was going to ask me there 
and then to go.
	And what's the problem with that?
	This is embarrassing Doctor... [pause] Because I had to satisfy my sexual 
urge. I would not have been able to talk. It would have been... too much.

	I can't tell you Doctor Sigmund how jealous I felt. I wished I had been 
that Paul guy but I couldn't, I couldn't. Either I was the therapist or else I 
had to let her go to see somebody else. And that I could not take. Diana had 
become the centre of my life. Every time she came into my office, she gave me 
reasons to live. I hated it but I could not go on without her.
	Do you realise what you are saying, Mark?
	Of course I do but this was too strong, too strong. During that session, I 
managed to find the courage to tell her to go on with Paul and to push on with 
this shall I call it adventure? She was over the moon I could tell. She said 
that she was very excited. What do you think I was? That night, Mary could not 
believe it when I came for the third time. I was obsessed. This was already 
driving me mad. But that's only the beginning. When Diana came in the following 
week, as she entered the room, my jaw almost dropped to the floor. She was 
wearing jeans, jeans and a white cotton shirt together with flat heel leather 
shoes. Do you realise Dr Sigmund. Jeans!
	No I don't quite realise.
	She was unbelievably beautiful. Those legs, Dr Sigmund. Unbelievably long 
and sexy. They were huge. Her thighs were bigger than her tiny waist and her ass 
was perfect. Round, muscular. I immediately got an erection that was almost 
painful. I simply could not resist her. She was my shameful dream come true. 
There was also something different in her face. A sparkle in her eyes or 
something. Defiance almost. She then told me what had happened.

	I met Paul for drinks this weekend. He complimented me on my physique and 
he aptly noticed that I did not have to be ashamed of my physique. That a lot of 
guys are actually turned on by tall muscular women. He even talked about 
Valkyries. We chatted for many hours before he asked me to come to his place. By 
then I could not say no. My whole body was dying to fuck him. I had no control. 
This was the best night of my life. It really was. Paul was amazed by my body 
and he could not believe his eyes when I undressed in front of him. He said that 
he had never met a woman who was bigger than him. And he's pretty big. This was 
the best night. Paul made me come over and over again. It was as if I could not 
be stopped. 

	You can't believe the frustration that overpowered me. I wanted her. Who 
was this guy anyway. I've never been so jealous in my life. I didn't listen to 
the rest of the hour. All I could do was fantasising about her naked and me 
caressing her body, giving her head, liking her salty sweat, and most of all 
penetrating her. The thought of making her orgasm and seeing, feeling, 
experiencing what it is to come all over this stomach she showed me was simply 
to much for me to handle.
	Is this why you came to see me, Mark?
	This is only the beginning of the story Dr Sigmund. You have no idea of 
the state I'm in. I'm a broken man. I'm lost and I don't know what to do. [long 
pause]. Session after session, Diana's self confidence seemed to improve at a 
great rate. I soon had the suspicion that something was still trying to emerge 
out of her. Her relationship, at first occupied most of our sessions but soon 
became some kind of background noise to her story. There was something else, 
something that she was not telling. In some sense, it had the flavour of some 
forbidden thought that she could not admit until one day. Then she opened the 
door a little:

	You know, I like Paul but there is something that bothers me. It's not a 
problem with him but rather with me.
	Please go on.
	It's difficult to tell. Paul made me feel good for a long while but now I 
feel he's holding me back.
	I thought the problem was with yourself?
	Yeah, perhaps I should say that I'm holding myself back.
	How is that so?
	Well, he's been complaining lately that our lovemaking was too... 
physical. Too rough.

	When she said that doctor Sigmund, I don't know why but my heart started 
the race and an indescribably strong sexual desired rose from deep within me.

	Too rough?
	Yeah, too brutal, too rough. It's true that I'm quite a big girl and that 
sometimes, with all the excitement, I can be... careless.
	Careless?
	 You see, when I come, I come furiously and perhaps I ride him too hard or 
squeeze him to hard. The other night I think I hurt him a bit when I grabbed him 
between my legs and lifted him off the bed when I came. I think he got scared a 
bit. But it was so good. Besides, I think I like being that strong. I think he 
likes it too. You should see his erection when I lift him off the ground to give 
him a blow job.
	What exactly bothers you in all of this?
	 Hmm, I think it's the fact that I really enjoy and get turned on by being 
the strongest. Of course he would never admit that I'm stronger, but it's pretty 
obvious.
	I repeat myself, what bothers you?
	I'm ashamed of this, doctor... [pause]. I feel that I need more partners. 
[long pause] Paul's trying but he obviously can't satisfy me. I often feel 
restless after we fuck. 

	You see, Doctor Sigmund, at this point I was not only turned on, I was 
totally in love. I wanted her, I wanted her so much and I could not think 
anything else but to be her lover. I could picture myself caressing her huge 
body, her immense breasts, liking her. It became an obsession. Of course, I'm 
still a professional and I stayed clear of that but from that point on it became 
a complete obsession. I even called my wife Diana that night. What a catastrophe 
that was!
	Curiously, the next session was empty. She talked for an hour about new 
friends and how good she felt with the new perception of herself she had 
developed with me. Obviously, she was not ready to talk about a much deeper 
subject. I said exactly that to her when she left, leaving her a full week to 
cogitate.
	When she came in for the following session I thought I would not survive 
through it! She entered to room wearing yellow and black vertically striped 
skin-tight cotton pants together with a long sleeve blouse that made her chest 
look gigantic.  Every step she made, he chest would bounce with incredible 
amplitude in a very erotic manner. This was impressive but her legs were simply 
beyond belief. They look like they were going to explode out of their thin 
cotton cladding and before she laid on the couch I saw the most powerful and 
round ass I've ever seen. I was dizzy, I was lost and was barely able to hold my 
pen. My hands were shaking and I could not utter a word. Then I think is the 
first moment she noticed my attraction. She smiled devilishly at me and said 
"Hello Doctor." as she laid down on the couch, caressing nonchalantly one of her 
immense thigh. Her large hand seemed almost small when place next to her giant 
muscles.

	Ok, you were right last week. There is something important I'd like to 
discuss. I feel much better about it now that I had a week to think about it. 
Paul's out. I've decided that it was silly to attach myself to anyone in 
particular. After all, you made me discover that I can be appreciated for what I 
really am. [and to herself, she mumbled; and get anyone I want.].
	[with a very shaky voice] Paul's out?
	Yeah, last Saturday, we went out with his brother Peter. Peter's just the 
opposite of Paul. He's very cute (Paul's more of the handsome type), charming 
and very teenager-like. He's short, slim and if he'd dress up differently he 
could  be mistaken for a woman. Anyway, that Saturday, we went dancing all 
night. It was easy to tell that Peter was totally obsessed by my body. I did 
nothing to stop him and at one point while Paul was chatting with some friends I 
danced a slow with Peter. When I pulled him on my chest, he was trembling with 
desire and I must say that I was extremely horny. I stuck a leg in between his  
and I immediately felt his small erection. I swear doctor, I could had fucked 
him there and then. Instead, I grabbed his butt and lifted him up along my thigh 
until his mouth reached mine and french-kissed him. It took a few seconds before 
he came in his trousers.  I put him down and winked at him: "This is our little 
secret" I said.  He was shaken by the whole episode that I had to hold him by 
the shoulders fearing he would keel over.
	Later on when we came back to Paul's place, Peter was in the guest room, I 
made sure that our love-making was as noisy as possible. When Paul came for the 
third time, I was still as horny as I was on the dance floor. I then suggested 
to Paul that we could call Peter in for a little bit of fun. Paul's face changed 
completely, he became all red and furious. He yelled at me that I was a complete 
fucked-up bitch for thinking that he would take part in brotherly incest. I 
replied that it was not incest, that I simply wanted to fuck both of them. He 
then barked at me a series of insults but by then, I was also mad. What was his 
problem anyway? I shouted at him that if I wanted to fuck his brother, I would 
fuck his brother. Simple. He then slapped me in the face. I was so mad that I 
slapped him back.
	He was furious and with all his strength, he hit me in the stomach. Wham! 
[Diana, put a hand on her abs and caressed them slowly and amorously] This was 
the first time someone ever hit me there. I still can see the whole scene in 
slow-motion: his fist moving slowly and making contact with me.  Then I saw the 
rictus of pain formed on his face as he grabbed his injured hand. I then laughed 
loudly before hitting him once in the gut extracting a animal-like groan out of 
him and once in the jaw. Paul just collapsed on the floor like a sack of shit 
his head lying on the blood stained carpet. I looked at the wall, it was all 
dotted by  blood droplets and then I looked at my fist and licked the blood off 
of it. 
	By then I was beyond myself. I had never been so excited in my life. It 
was as if this had created in me a sexual desire that was trying to rush out of 
me. I immediately went to Peter's room and basically raped him.
	Raped him?
	Yes raped him. How else would you call forcing someone to lick  you, fuck 
you when you see the fear in their eyes. [long pause and very slowly] and it was 
the best fuck of my life...
	 How do you look back on that Saturday?

	Then Doctor Sigmund, she sat up, and ran her hands along her thighs, along 
her sides, up to her breasts and pressing them together while tilting her head 
back she simply said

	The best Saturday of my life, Doctor.

	This is when I realised I had created a monster. I could not think 
straight. A whirlpool of feelings was spinning in my head: fear, powerlessness, 
disbelief. But at the same time the strongest physical desire was churning 
everything upside down in me. I wanted this woman to the point of being 
incapacitated. She looked at me for a long while and it was very easy to tell 
that she was reading me like an open book. She said nothing though. She simply 
got up and walked towards to door deliberately swinging her ass from side to 
side. When she reached to door, she turned around slightly and said "See you 
next week, Mark.".
	She said Mark?
	Yeah, Mark. 
	Of course, you realise what this mean?
	Do you think that I'm a fucking imbecile? Of course I know. [long pause] 
Sorry Doctor Sigmund. I didn't mean to be rude. It's difficult to admit that I 
have failed so miserably.
	Have you seen her since?
	Yeah, and this is the last part of my story. And you'll see how crushing 
it is. Our last encounter dates from last week. If I waited a full week to see 
you it is simply that I wasn't physically capable of coming here.
	But you look fine to me...
	Well, she didn't injure me if that's what you mean. No she simply sucked 
everything out of me. For days, I've been lying in bed in a near state of 
depression. I say depression but perhaps emptiness is more like it. Mary kept on 
asking what is wrong but I can't find the courage to speak to her about it. 
After all, this would be also crushing for her. [pause] Please Doctor Sigmund, 
don't interrupt me. This is hard enough as it is.
	One week went past. During that week I completely neglected my patients. I 
was on automatic pilot. They talked, and I would sprinkle the sessions with 
things like "Really", "Tell me more about such and such", "Is this what you 
mean?". You know, after a while these become automatisms. Diana occupied my mind 
constantly. I didn't know what to do. I created a monster but at the same time, 
this frightening creature was attracting me like no women ever did. After days 
of cogitation I had made my mind: I had to be professional, take the bull by the 
horns and forget my physical attraction. After all, Doctor Sigmund, isn't 
physical attraction a creation of our minds? Mind over matter was the way to go. 
I had devised a plan of attack. I had to play a pro-active role in all this. 
This is always a tricky role but I knew this was the right decision. No other 
course of action was possible and the morning of the session with Diana, I had 
convinced myself that I could handle her and take her out of her narcissic bout. 
I cancelled all other appointments on that day and I spent a few hours in my 
office preparing myself, thinking all possibilities over, concocting possible 
replies and manoeuvres and when I heard the knock on the door, I was ready for 
our confrontation.
	Big mistake.
	The second the door opened and I saw Diana, I knew that everything I 
planned had been blown away like so many leaves in the tempest. First, I dropped 
my pen and pad in a very clumsy manner. My face probably showed a mixture of 
lust and fear. There she was standing in the door frame. She was gigantic. How 
can someone be so huge, this was insane! The very centre of my being shifted 
abruptly from my head to my cock. Nothing was left in me but a burning desire. 
There was no plan, no resolutions, no answers. Lust simply overtook me, filled 
every corner of me and this lust was growing second after second until I felt 
like capsizing, like a hopeless ship on a raging ocean.
	Diana didn't move. She was simply standing, rigidly, in the door frame. 
She was smiling at me with perverse eyes. Her boyish face was all done up and 
for the first time it dawned on me that I was even attracted by her facial 
features. God, I'll never forget the sight of her that morning.
	She was wearing glossy black high-heel shoes that made her legs seemed a 
kilometre long. They were clad in black nylon stockings that made her muscle 
look incredibly voluminous. Her calves were bulging furiously from being on 
tiptoes and the material of the stockings was visibly stretched. Her tiny ankles 
and knees made her calves and thighs almost ridiculously large. Her thighs in 
particular were beyond everything you've ever seen. They were built with slab 
upon slab of striated bulging enormous muscles disappearing erotically into a 
skin tight black rubber mini-skirt. It was so short that you could easily she 
the garter holding her stockings with the suspenders lying at the bottom a deep 
groove created by her muscular mass.
	Her top was even more unbelievable. It seemed painted on her but was made 
out of fine black leather that was designed to push together and up her 
incredibly large breasts. Her cleavage must have been a foot deep and of 
impossible volume. The edge of her large nipples were clearly visible and added 
an extra dose of sexuality to the whole picture.
	But Doctor Sigmund, these unbelievable breasts looked almost small 
compared to the torso they were standing on. Out of her top, from every opening 
orgies of muscles were flowing out, exploding out. Her bare shoulders were like 
huge striated soccer balls, her arms had the thickness of most men's thighs only 
shining as if they were carved out of marble. Living marble with huge thick 
veins running along her biceps.
	Her tiny waist above her large generous hips didn't have a single gram of 
fat and looked almost inhumanly small compare to the volume of her ribcage. In 
between the mini-skirt and her leather top, were those impossible abs that I had 
previously seen before only too briefly. Then only did I realise they must have 
been the subject of gruesome workouts for several years. In the middle of all 
these bulges and grooves was her pierced navel that she had set with a shining 
ruby stone.

	This is our last session, Mark.

	I was so amazed by her that I could not reply. Anyway, she didn't expect 
any and went on.

	I came today for the transfer.

	Fuck, how could she say that! This destroyed me. My cock was hurting, my 
head was spinning and I was so lost that I could not even think about what she 
was about to do. She then proceeded to enter the room.

	You've helped me a lot Mark but the time has come to put an end to all 
this. But I'm not an ungrateful bitch and I want to let you experience the new 
me. This will be quite an experience for you and I think you will like your new 
creation.

	She then walked slowly up to me, stopped for a second in front of me as if 
to let me have a close look at herself. The she moved around me, around the 
chair, and as she was doing it, she leaned slightly and ran a finger along my 
thigh, my cock and then, with her full long hands, caressed my chest up to my 
chin. She stopped behind me and slowly I felt this incredible warmth enveloping 
my head. She had pressed her mammoth breast against me and put both her hands on 
my chest looking for my nipples. As she rubbed them she whispered in my ear:

	The new me is incredibly grateful to you Mark. I will pay you back in a 
way that you will never forget.

	This was beyond my wildest dream. She moved one hand down and firmly 
grabbed my erection through my pants. My whole body was on the verge of a 
nervous collapse but still, this decoupled my desire. There is just no way to 
express what I felt like. I think I was about to pass out when she suddenly spun 
the chair around, picked me up by the armpit and pinned me on the wall, my feet 
a foot off the ground. I was looking straight in her icy pale blue eyes where I 
could see a burning lust eating her away. She brought her face a few inches from 
mine and her damp, animal breath was burning my skin. Suddenly, she slammed her 
body against mine and buried her tongue into my mouth. She kept me pinned 
against the wall with the sheer weight of her body while her hands were 
exploring every part of my anatomy. The feeling of domination, of total 
domination was overwhelming and only now do I understand what it means to be 
physically overpowered.
	Suddenly, she stopped kissing me and she put a hand on my chest pushing 
almost painfully on me in order to keep me stapled where I was. Brutally and 
carelessly, she ripped off my pants and then my underwear releasing my throbbing 
cock. Cupping my ball with one hand, she then said "Mark, I think you will like 
this." and then went down on me.
	I then witnessed and experience a blow job that made all past sexual 
experience akin to drinking a fresh glass of water on a mild day. Diana was 
sucking the vital essence out of me. I was like a child, desperately swinging my 
arms and legs under the waves of unbearable pleasure that flowed out of her 
mouth but before I came, she stopped and threw me on the couch like a ragged 
doll. She moved next to me, towering over me with her impossible body. She was 
panting and seemed totally out of control:

	Look at me Mark, look at what you created!

she said with a psychotic voice. She then took a deep breath and projected her 
chest forward while hitting a double biceps pause. I could not believe my eyes. 
Her biceps simply rose like mountains on either side of her face while her top 
burst under the strain of her expanding chest muscles and the volume of her 
breasts. She was hideously muscular! She was pure beauty! She looked at her 
biceps with a demented grin and said "Aren't they the most beautiful things you 
have ever seen?" before licking one of them. The tension in her was so strong 
that she became out of breath and had to stop the flexing. Still grinning she 
looked down at me, directly at my cock and as she pulled up her skirt around her 
waist, revealing her bare pubis, she said "And now Mark, you will experience all 
my power.". She straddled me and violently inserted me into her burning, wet 
pussy. In a fraction of a second, I felt around my cock huge muscular 
uncontrollable contractions and Diana groaned with pleasure. She then rode me 
like I never been ridden before. It was violent and animal-like. Her weight was 
such that every time she came down, the pain was mixing in with the pleasure to 
create sensation that no one should ever experience. Never. This was too good 
for me and when I came, I was a broken man desperately seeking for a way for 
this terrible orgasm never to end. I came and came for what seemed like minutes 
while Diana was in a state bordering dementia. When, finally exhausted she 
stopped pumping me, she kissed me with such gentleness, such gratefulness that I 
simply melted like a candle in warm hands. In a matter of seconds, I went from 
this state of impossible tension to a peacefulness that drained me completely. I 
experienced what total love is, Doctor Sigmund. This feeling of being completely 
devoted to a woman. I knew there and then that my life would be utterly empty 
when this kiss was over. I knew that everything important to me would acquire an 
insignificance that was already unbearable. Diana, Diana, Diana. Her mouth was 
still on mine, my hands still on her enormous body, my cock still inside of her 
when I realised that my life had been ruined, emptied, raped and pillaged by 
this woman. How could anything else compare to that too brief encounter with 
this deity? How could I ever face one more patient and feel any compassion for 
worries, fears and problems that from now on would seem excruciatingly 
insignificant? I ask you Doctor Sigmund. I ask for your help, I beg you for your 
help Doctor. [pause] Doctor?

Epilogue

Intrigued by Doctor Sigmund's silence, Mark sat up and looked at him. His eyes 
were opened and he seemed as if he was daydreaming. Mark got up, walked to him. 
He looked down at his note pad were his right hand holding a pen was lying in an 
awkward position, his wrist crooked. On the note pad was a drawing of a gigantic 
muscular woman, a careful rendition of Diana. This was the work of a very gifted 
and totally obsessed old man; obviously the results of years of practice. Mark 
then noticed a large wet stain in Doctor Sigmund's trousers and when he put a 
hand on his shoulder, to Mark's surprise, his whole body tilted forward and 
brutally hit the floor. Mark started to tremble and a wave of fear swept him 
away.

Phylogynia
September 1997