Estelle's strength  
  
  This story contains explicit sex scenes together with some violence. If  
you are under the age of consent in your country or if such topics offend  
you, please do not read on.  
  

  His name was Allan; his close friends called him Lanny. Allan was a  
member of the Central Intelligence Bureau. He had been with the CIB for  
almost a decade now and his lack of talent secured him the most mundane  
tasks. Allan had learned to face this reality and was dealing with it quite  
well. He had decided long ago to put a minimum of energy into his job and  
to use it to maximum revenues: seducing girls. Everyday, Allan was praying  
to the god Bond, James Bond, for having created a world where espionage was  
the ultimate aphrodisiac. When Allan felt like it, he would simply walk  
down to the local night club and charm some poor prey simply by revealing  
his involvement with the CIB. The fact that he could not reveal anything  
else was to his advantage. Some things are better left unsaid especially  
when every silence works like the perfect love potion.  
  Ten years earlier, Allan was given the task of following regularly a  
young girl named Estelle. In the true CIB tradition he was never told why  
except that it could be extremely important. Could be. Through the years,  
he heard through the grapevine that she might have been subject to some  
genetic experiments ("Yeah, right." he remembers thinking.). Might have. He  
was told that the surveillance was to be relatively regular - relatively  
regular - and that he should report on anything out of the ordinary. Allan  
put all the pieces together - could be, might have, relatively regular -  
and decided that this was the kind of investigation that was solely design  
to keep him busy as a public servant.  
  At first, he read Estelle's files quite thoroughly. Born in Fiji from  
ordinary parents, living an ordinary life in an ordinary suburb; Allan  
decided she was destined to be a no less ordinary individual. He closed the  
file and inscribed in his agenda that a 6 month relatively regular check on  
Estelle was more than sufficient and would save him a trip on the other  
side of town. Every time he checked, Estelle was there growing up, becoming  
more and more a women. During the last years, Allan even noticed that she  
was quite attractive and was laughing at the thought that his attraction to  
this young woman was the only thing worth reporting to the authorities.  
Soon Estelle started university and this whole investigation was becoming  
ridiculous to Allan's eyes. He decided to let a full year go past until  
he'd check again.  
  Allan had long reached his level of incompetence but was quite satisfied  
with all the advantages brought to him by his job. He never enjoyed it so  
much as when he'd be ejaculating into a young and firm body after seducing  
her with some made up life-risking undercover story. Then and only then was  
he proud to be a member of the CIB. This job was the best thing he to ever  
come his way.  
  
  When he did is last check on Estelle and realised that she had left  
without telling anyone where she was going, Allan's heart skipped a beat as  
he realised that - once again - he mishandled an easy investigation. The  
acute grasp of his own incompetence was the price he had to pay day after  
day for all these glorious bodies he could reel into his bed.  
  Tracing Estelle back through her credit card and realising she had left  
with a friend for Fiji made him realise that he had better follow those two  
girls around the world. How could he explain to his superiors that he made  
this beginner's error? He'd better cover himself and do the whole thing in  
solo. Allan officially took two weeks of vacation, booked a ticket to Fiji  
and swore against himself all the way to the island-paradise.  
  
  Allan was now in the doorway, revolver in hand.  
  
  "Who are you?" said Juliette after a long silence. "I guess you can refer  
to me as Allan." he said as he moved into the room closing the door behind  
him without stopping to look at them. "To be honest, I'm working for the  
Central Intelligence Bureau and my employer is quite keen on - how should I  
put it - retrieving both of you ladies.".  
  "But why?" asked Juliette "What have we done?" feigning surprise.  
Millions of ideas and speculations were running through her head. She  
realised that the letter was most probably true and that indeed there was  
something of utter importance in this story. Estelle and her giant body was  
indeed the centre of attention and this, not only at the pool wearing her  
tiny bathing suits...  
  "Before I answer any question, I'd ask you to give me this letter.".  
"This is of no concern to you." was Juliette answer. The truth of the  
matter was that Lanny had no idea what was in that letter but the  
discussion these two girls had just before he entered the room lead him to  
believe there must have been something the CIB should be concerned about.  
Besides, who was this girl to question what he should or should not be  
concerned with.  
  "Listen, Juliette, don't make me loose my patience! I may not have a  
licence to kill but I can be quite convincing, believe me.". He slowly  
aimed his revolver at Juliette's head and, looking down the barrel,  
repeated his request: "The fucking letter Juliette!". Juliette realised  
that this guy was not joking and was about to obey when Estelle came in:  
"Surely there a way out of this." she said getting up from the sofa and  
stepping forward.  
  
  "My God this woman is gigantic!" thought Allan looking at Estelle  
oversize body erupting out of every opening of her clothes. Allan had not  
taken a good look at Estelle since he entered the room. She was sitting in  
this deep sofa that sort of swallowed her while Juliette was sitting on the  
edge. "This is unbelievable!" he thought and the memories from 10 years ago  
came back: genetic experiments! He remembered Estelle as being this tall  
solidly built woman that he last saw one year before. He remember thinking  
that she had grown into a real sexy woman but this was insane! She was  
absolutely mesmerising. Her angelic face shining above her heavenly body of  
pure female muscle. He realised only too late that he had a raging  
erection. These two girls together were almost too much for him to handle.  
Juliette was now smiling softly at him "Come on Allan, were are not  
dangerous, we simply want to know more about Estelle's past.". After a long  
moment of silence, his eyes glued on Estelle body, he clumsily asked "And  
what are you looking for?".  
  Juliette made sign to Estelle to come closer with her hand while keeping  
her sexy eyes locked into his. "Well," Juliette said "there are a few  
physiological points that we'd like to elucidate. Why don't you show him  
Estelle?".  
  "First of all," said Estelle "there is the problem of my forearms.".  
Putting the palm of her strong, long and sexy hand up, she slowly clenched  
her fist thus transforming her forearms into a mass of muscle that Allan  
had never seen on anybody else before. Her small wrist was only  
accentuating the impression that reaching the elbow, Estelle forearm was  
bigger that Allan's thigh (not that it was). Opening and closing her hands,  
Estelle was playing with her monstrous body making large veins dancing on  
her dark skin.  
  Allan's mouth was now agape and the sexual tension he felt was  
overwhelming. He didn't even realised that he had lowered his gun. As  
Juliette was approaching him, Estelle went on: "But my forearm are only the  
tip of this intriguing iceberg of muscle.". Estelle then raised her arm and  
violently flexed her biceps right in front of him saying "Don't you find  
this intriguing?". Estelle biceps was peaking its double head right against  
her huge forearm. Estelle arms was insanely large and Allan sexual tension  
increase tenfold at the thought of what these imperial creatures could do  
to him. In fact, he desperately wanted to jump onto Estelle to touch and  
feel this awesome body.  
  While Estelle was displaying her army of muscle, Juliette had slowly  
untied and lowered Allan's trousers revealing a magnificent erection that  
she engulfed with envy. For a second, Allan thought about the  
precariousness of his situation and briefly raised his gun towards Estelle  
but all his will was being dissolved into the flow of pure pleasure  
emanating from his penis through the velvet mouth of Juliette. She was  
actively working on Allan when Estelle inflicted the final blow.  
  "You see Allan, as if that wasn't enough, the most intriguing problem of  
all his down here." said Estelle pulling with both hands on her short skirt  
to reveal the tiny "V" of her panties. Allan eyes almost popped out of his  
head when he saw Estelle, feet pointing outward, getting on tiptoe and  
tensing her  
inhumane quadriceps. Each one inflated like a balloon to reach a rock solid  
state. There was something frightening in the way each was protruding on  
either side of Estelle. The tiny "V" of the panties was now totally covered  
by the volume of Estelle thigh muscles that seemed like exploding down from  
her small waste. Allan last though before his gigantic ejaculation was that  
of those formidable limbs firmly locked around his waist.  
  It was a simple matter for Estelle to grab the revolver out of Allan's  
hand while his head was set back by the impact of his orgasm. When he  
finally came back to his senses, he realised once more the embarrassing  
consequences of his incompetence. Nevertheless, his years of experiences  
told him that nothing was lost. "And what do you want to do with that,  
Estelle?" he said pointing at the gun. Obviously embarrassed, Estelle  
mumble "err..., I don't know but we are now in a better position that you  
are.". "Really?" said Allan, pulling a second gun from under his jacket:  
"Do you honestly believe that yours is loaded?" added he deceptively. Allan  
was accurately aware of his ridiculous position. Pants on the floor, half  
naked in front of Juliette kneeling in front of him. Yet, he could not  
budge and had to think quickly to find a suitable way out of this. "Rule  
number one, Estelle, always deceived your prey; what did I risk by using an  
empty gun on two girls like you? Come on, drop it now and things will sort  
themselves out.". "Wow!", he thought, "This wasn't bad, you're improving  
Lanny.".  
  This little congratulatory moment was unfortunately poorly timed.  
Juliette got hold of his wrist before Allan could do anything. Estelle  
hesitated a moment before reacting and rushed a second too late on the two  
fighters. Allan violently hit Juliette with his free fist on the ear and  
she released her grip on Allan's wrist. Everything happened rapidly. Allan  
saw Estelle huge muscular body coming towards him; he moved as quickly as  
he could and fired as their two bodies collided. The bullet hit Estelle in  
the thigh just as she gripped the wrist holding the gun and, with an  
incredible firm, Allan's neck. The pain was excruciating and for a second  
she thought she was going to pass out. When she fully regain control on her  
body, Allan was dangling in mid-air like a wind chime, choking under  
Estelle's clamp. Looking down on the floor, Juliette was unconscious and  
Estelle didn't know what to do next; beside blood was flowing out of the  
thigh. She had to get rid of Allan. She put him down on the floor and  
drilled one fist into is stomach. For a second she thought that she overdid  
it as Allan folded in two like a broken flower. Grabbing his head between  
her hands, Estelle said "Sorry for this, Allan, but it will hurt a bit."  
and drove her thigh into Allan's face sending him flying across the room  
his back violently hitting the wall behind him. Needless to say, he was out  
for the count.  
  "First things first." thought Estelle who went limping to the bathroom.  
She roamed through the drawers to find some disinfectant and strapping.  
Looking down at her leg, she realised that the bullet went cleanly through  
her muscle. She quickly disinfected both wounds and strapped her thigh. She  
realised that having such enormous pillars had its inconvenient has she  
quickly ran out of strapping. "That'll do." she said to herself. She came  
out of the bathroom, check on Allan who was still lying on the ground half  
naked his dick hanging out and his trousers to his ankles. "Funny how men  
can look ridiculous at times." was Estelle thought when she picked up  
Juliette frail body throwing it effortlessly onto her shoulder. They took  
off in Allan's car searching for a place to hide on this now microscopic  
island.  
  
  When Allan finally came back to this world, his head was hurting badly.  
He slowly got up and stumbled towards the bathroom where he splashed cold  
water on his face. He tried to remember what had happened but for a long  
moment he was uncertain. God his face was hurting! When he finally looked  
at his face, he thought he had been hit by a truck. It was puffy and he  
could barely not see with his right eye. Only then did he remember his  
short encounter with Juliette and Estelle. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he thought.  
"How could I be so dumb! Now I've got to find them again and probably this  
time it won't be that easy.".  
  Lanny came back towards the living room and lied down into the sofa  
thinking that the hammering of his blood on his temple would stop if he  
could sleep for a little while. "How could this woman be so enormous?".  
Lanny was no wimp but yet, she just manipulated him like a ragged doll. He  
could remember being lifted up in the air by her enormous arm her biceps  
erupting from her short sleeves. He remember gripping her forearm in order  
to support his own weight so he could breathe. Her arm was like steel! Her  
grip felt like she could have snapped his neck effortlessly. Frightening he  
thought but yet an enormous erection had grown despite the pain, the fear  
and his possible rejection from the CIB if they'd ever learn about this  
story.  
  "Where's my gun?" was his next consideration. He managed to turn his  
aching head and saw the arm lying on the living room table. "What stupid  
bitches! leaving that behind...". And then he remembered that he had shot  
Estelle in the thigh. "Yes, that good. They'll probably won't be able to go  
very far.". Suddenly a flash went through his brains: "I bet they really  
are stupid!". He rapidly got up - his head was rigging like a gong - and  
went to the window were he saw Estelle's and Juliette's rented car. His was  
gone. A large grin covered his battered face and he went back to the sofa,  
lied down comfortable: "Brainless bitches!" he said for himself before  
falling into a deep sleep.  
  
  Juliette finally woke up in the car on what Fijians consider as a  
freeway. "What happened Estelle? where are we? and whose car is this?".  
"One question at the time, Juliette. What happened: I pulled ourselves out  
of this trap. Where are we: on the freeway to somewhere and whose car:  
Allan's.". Juliette head was no better than Allan's but at least she had no  
visible marks; simply pain. She looked at Juliette and exclaimed: "Your  
leg! What happened.". "Allan managed to shoot me just before I drove my  
knee in is face. I'm the better off. Is a clean wound, the bullet when  
straight through and it doesn't hurt that much. But now we have a more  
preoccupying problem: where are we going?".  
  Juliette, despite the ringing pain in her head, managed to pull herself  
together and proposed that they'd drop at Simon's place. "Who the hell is  
Simon, Juliette?". Well, he's this medicine student who dislocated a knee  
while playing ice hockey last year. Remember him? Short black guy from  
Fiji. He had this girlfriend at the time; short Asian girl with a great bod  
and a smile that made you melt. Anyway, if my memory is correct, those two  
are married now and living, guess where?". "Don't tell me!" said Estelle  
with a big smile. Of course she remembered Simon. In fact, the word was out  
at the university sports centre that he was the best hung jock around.  
"Simon Whistling, here we come!" said Estelle maniacally stopping the car  
next to a phone booth.  
  
  "Hi girls!" shouted Simon when he saw our two friends approaching.  
"Welcome to my humble cabin.". "Hello Simon, you remember my friend  
Estelle?". Simon turned towards Estelle with a broad wide smile on his  
face. "Sure I do. How can one forget such an imposing physique.". Jokingly,  
he prodded at Estelle biceps and added "I sure wish I had more of this.".  
Estelle blushed deeply and Juliette had to save her from an embarrassing  
moment: "Well, Simon, if my memory is correct you have everything a woman  
needs and more...". "That's debatable but I'm sure Anita could say a few  
words in my favour.". Anita was of course Simon's wife. "And where is she  
by the way?" asked Estelle. "Oh, she's been gone for a few weeks now. She's  
back home with her family as her father is sick.". Teasingly, Juliette  
mentioned that Estelle and her could fill the gap until Anita's return.  
"That's a fantastic offer Juliette but let's say that I'm a married man and  
besides, my sex drive is not what it used to be." concluding his remark  
with a wink that diffused any misinterpretation.  
  As they entered the cabin, Simon pointed them to a free room where they  
could spend the night. "What's with your thigh, Estelle?". "Oh nothing, I  
brushed myself again a low sharp fence. It's really nothing.". "Well girls,  
make yourself comfortable. I'll be out all evening. Dinner party." and he  
went to his room to change.  
  Soon after his departure, Estelle and Juliette went to bed. That day had  
been taxing and they needed a good night of sleep. Sex, for once, was out  
of the question. "Estelle, what are we going to do tomorrow?". "I don't  
really know, Juliette. Let's sleep through this night and tomorrow we'll  
find an answer. For the moment I'm so shaken up I can't think straight.".  
  
  The water on Juliette body was soothing. The night had been good for her  
and her headache had faded away. She stayed under the shower jet for a long  
time and did not notice when Estelle stealthily entered the shower. She was  
only half surprised when she felt Estelle large hands on her shoulder.  
Keeping her back to Estelle but pressing her body against her insanely  
develop body, she turned her head back and reached Estelle's mouth in a  
long sensuous kiss. Juliette's body started to tremble as Estelle slowly  
but firmly pressed and massaged her small breasts. Still kissing, Estelle  
ran a hand from Juliette's breasts down towards the back of one of Juliette  
thigh grabbing her small round tight ass along the way. Using her strength,  
Estelle easily parted Juliette's legs exposing her genitals to the caresses  
Juliette was now longing for. Estelle expert fingers were driving Juliette  
to a state of maddening excitements.  
  Juliette was close to another cataclysmic orgasm when she realised she  
had to look at Estelle body before exploding under Estelle's physical  
presence. She turned around, her head facing Estelle's huge breasts  
standing proudly on her deep striated muscular chest, and as she started to  
suck mercilessly at Estelle large black and erect nipple, she grabbed  
Estelle's hand and applied vigorously against her genitals showing Estelle  
her desire for caresses. Very rapidly, Juliette felt that her body was out  
of her control and that she was going to come in the giantess arms. She  
pushed back from Estelle to contemplate her enormous body and started  
involuntarily to gyrate her hips under Estelle caresses.  
  Estelle knew what Juliette wanted and started to tense her abdominal  
muscles while contracting her pecs. The formidable transformation of  
Estelle upper body had on Juliette an almost panicking effect. She knew  
that this was only a small indication of what was to come. Juliette felt  
the orgasm growing inside of her belly and she new that within a few  
seconds Estelle's agile fingers would disperse any hope of delaying it some  
more. Juliette reached for one of Estelle's biceps to feel its insane  
volume. Estelle knowing the lust for muscle Juliette was feeling, flexed  
her biceps for her little friend. She felt Juliette being hit by an orgasm  
when large spasms were shaking her slim body as she was desperately trying  
to get a hold with her small hand onto Estelle's tree-trunk-like upper arm.  
  Coming back to her senses, Juliette started to caress Estelle softly.  
Running her hands on Estelle large breast down towards her thighs, she  
could not stop from being amazed by this powerful woman. Sliding her hands  
on Estelle inner thigh she removed the soaking wet strapping from Estelle  
leg only to realised that the skin beneath it was perfectly smooth without  
any trace of the wound she was expecting. "Estelle, open you pervert eyes  
and look down here! You were pulling my leg with this bullet story?".  
Estelle thought for a second that she had dreamt the whole thing. "No, no.  
It... it was there yesterday!". Juliette looked at her right in the eyes:  
"This is insane! Your metabolism is inhuman. This is not helping us,  
Estelle. These guys will try everything to get hold of you... We have to  
find a solution to this whole story.". She got out of the shower, grabbed a  
towel and started to dry herself up looking very concerned. "Hmm, Juliette,  
weren't we in the middle of something here?" questioned Estelle but  
Juliette just went out of the bathroom mumbling "Later, Estelle, later.".  
  As you all know, sexual desire is not something you can forget at will  
and if Juliette was not in the mood to fuck, then little Simon could do the  
trick. That is what went through Estelle mind. Stark naked and still  
dripping wet, she went straight for Simon's bedroom stopping in the door  
frame her body glistening and her eyes burning with desire.  
  Simon was dressing up and after a few second had the bizarre impression  
that someone was watching him. He turned around and saw Estelle massive  
body occupying most of the doorway. The frightening beauty of Estelle was  
so intimidating that Simon could not say anything for many long seconds.  
Estelle's intention were perfectly clear and a mixture of reverence, dread  
and lust started to fill Simon's body and mind.  
  
 
 
  
  "err... Estelle, I told you I'm married." said Simon. As Estelle was  
walking towards him in a way that made her intentions perfectly  
transparent, Simon was backing up in fear of what this giant female could  
do to him. He soon reached the bed and could not move away any further.  
When Estelle finally reached him, she stopped, her breasts inches away from  
his mouth. "Simon, I will fuck you so hard that you'll remember this day  
for the rest of your life." said Estelle ripping his shirt open and pulling  
his shorts down leaving nothing but his snow white underwear on. The  
contrast with his dark-purple skin was for Estelle a big turn on. Simon had  
this fatless ebony-like body that so may black dancers are proud of.  
  "No, Estelle, this is not right." said Simon as he tried to push Estelle  
aside. She could read in his eyes his bewilderment as he realised that he  
could not budge her. He tried harder pushing with all his weight on  
Estelle's shoulder; it was like pushing on a mountain. Besides he could not  
believe how solid and sinewy her shoulders and arms were. Estelle was now  
smiling down at Simon. "Come on, Simon, you can do better!" she said  
teasingly as she inhaled slowly projecting her immense chest forwards and  
spreading her lats for what seemed an eternity.  
  "How is this possible?" mumbled Simon looking at Estelle monstrous torso.  
"Estelle, out of my way or..." but she didn't let him finish his sentence  
"Or what Simon? You'll hit me? Besides, I think your little man doesn't  
share your desire to leave.". Indeed a huge bulge was now apparent in  
Simon's underwear and as far as Estelle could tell, it really was huge.  
  Simon was really frustrated by his undisciplined erection that revealed  
more than he wanted. Out of frustration, he hit Estelle in abs with his  
fist but it just made her smile and his bulge grew bigger. The total  
disproportion between her strength and his made him insanely horny. SImon  
started to hit Estelle stomach as hard and fast as he could just to feel  
her power and invulnerability. When he finally stopped, he was drenched in  
sweat and Estelle abs had grown in size and definition under this workout.  
  Estelle grabbed Simon's shorts from each side and with a quick pull  
ripped them in two releasing Simon's penis that immediately stood up in all  
his majesty. She had never seen such a monster in her life. It was even  
darker that Simon ebony skin. It curved graciously in front of Simon, it's  
giant head well above his navel oscillating anxiously with every heartbeat.  
"I bet your wife is very proud of it, Simon." said Estelle running her hand  
up and down his manhood. Simon was breathing faster and faster as he  
realised Estelle was going down on him trying to fit as much of him into  
her hot mouth. From above, Simon was looking down at Estelle sea of muscle  
that was her back. Sometime, whole slabs of muscle were shifting as Estelle  
changed position slightly to give him more pleasure.  
  Without stopping her headjob, Estelle reached for Simon ass and started  
to massage his cheeks in a almost painful way. Simon was slowly sliding  
into a haze of pleasure when he realised that Estelle was slowly lifting  
him up off the ground holding him effortlessly. In the process Estelle was  
sucking and nibbling at him even more ferociously and Simon was just about  
to explode when she suddenly put him down and pushed him on the bed.  
  With great anticipation, Estelle jumped on the bed straddling Simon. For  
the first time in her life, Estelle was unsure if she'd be able to get this  
enormous penis in herself. She had to, she had to! She lick it until the  
dark red tip was covered with a slippery coating of saliva. Estelle had to  
be careful not to make him come and periodically, when the tension build up  
in his member, she would squeeze his balls firmly and give him pain. She  
was just about driving him mad with the whole procedure when she decided it  
was time to engulf him. Estelle, her feet on both sides of his hips,  
started to lower down her pubis towards his throbbing member. In the  
process she revealed the amazing muscularity of the legs and calves. She  
could read in his eyes, the amazement her gigantic body was generating in  
his mind. "This guy will not last long" thought Estelle. Gripping his  
member almost violently, she jammed the head against her cunt using it as a  
blunt prying instrument. Her juices were  flowing down his gigantic member.  
  "I'm coming, Estelle!" managed he to say. This was not the time for  
Estelle and with her free hand, slapped him the face so hard that the  
traces of her finger were imprinted quite clearly. She said to him "Hold  
on, and you'll be grateful!". With one massive arms, she pinned his chest  
down and at the same time lowered herself inexorably on his member. Slowly  
moving up and down, Estelle body was eagerly swallowing his giant dick. He  
couldn't believe his eyes. Estelle now squatting on him was larger that  
life. Every muscle in her body was tense; he desperately wanted to touch  
her but the pressure she was applying on his chest was too strong. All he  
could do is do caress her forearm and her biceps. Under his finger, her  
muscle were like living, burning steel. Estelle was now pumping him  
violently. She had managed to put all of him into her hot burning body. His  
fingers now gripped firmly on her arm, his eyes were fixated on her thighs.  
Estelle was using them to raise and lower herself around his member. Seeing  
this, Estelle started to caress them with her powerful hand: "You like my  
muscularity, don't you? Look at this." she said, flexing her biceps while  
pumping him even harder.  
  He was totally out of control. This woman had put him on the other side  
of sanity. He was thrusting his hips upwards as hard as he could when  
Estelle was coming down on him. Estelle body was on fire when she realised  
she was just about to come, she released her grip on his chest, and using  
both hands, pinned his shoulder to the bed while french-kissing him and  
with one last violent thrust of her hips, she slammed him down to the bed.  
Needless to say, this poor man ejaculated in Estelle at the same time  
liberating his semen and his sexual tension into this impossibly tight and  
burning vagina.  
  Estelle stayed on him a long time, periodically overwhelmed by muscular  
contractions that made her trembled like a child. The man could feel in her  
vagina, the decreasing contraction of her powerful muscles. Little by  
little, Estelle emptied from sexual desired, was releasing the pressure on  
his shoulders; she finally tilted to one side and slowly lied down next to  
him and fell into a state of complete contentment. Did she fell asleep, did  
she passed out? Anyhow, she was now gone.  
  
  Breakfast was excellent. Simon whipped up something rapidly and was  
particularly generous with Estelle. "Girls, I've got to leave again for a  
few hours. Stay cool and enjoy the cabin and the ocean. I'll see you  
tonight.". As he went through the door Estelle caught up with him and  
stopped him to say with a deep sexy voice "Simon, be good today and I'll  
have a huge surprise tonight.". She kissed him softly on the mouth while  
fondling his penis that snapped into a giant erection. While Estelle was  
kissing and fondling him, Simon thought that his heart would explode. But  
she stopped in time returning to the breakfast table in a flash. "Bye  
Simon.".  
  
  "Estelle, we have to do something. We have to get the hell out of this  
island asap. Allan will probably find us within a few days and then what?  
He might not be the flashiest secret agent but I'm sure that's not too  
complicated a task.". A long silence followed this statement and of course  
there was very few possibilities. "Perhaps the best thing would be to...  
dispose of him." voiced Estelle. "What do you mean 'dispose'? You want to  
break his back? put a bullet in him? Throw him off a cliff? Were not  
killers Estelle.". Another long silence filled the room. "If I could only  
get a hand on him," said Estelle, "I'd make him understand that following  
us is slightly dangerous.". Upon saying that, Estelle grabbed an apple that  
she squashed to a pulp using the strength of her bare hand.  
  "Is this my balls you squashing like that Estelle?" said a known voice  
behind them. The both turned around to realise Allan had found them once  
more. This time rapidly. "But how?" mumbled Estelle. A broad grin was  
hooked on Allan puffy face. Obviously Estelle knee did some damage. Allan  
slowly but carelessly moved towards an armchair and sat in it pointing his  
revolver at Juliette and Estelle. "I must say you girls are giving me more  
work than I expected.". Looking at Estelle he said "And you my dear Amazon,  
you will pay dearly for you physical prowesses. My face still feel it's  
been hit by a runaway bulldozer.". Estelle smiled wickedly at this remark  
but Allan went on: "Of course, your brain is probably smaller than your  
smallest muscle. How can you be so stupid as to take off with my car? Do  
you believe that I would not be able to trace it in this day and age of  
technical gadgetry?". Estelle realised that all these James Bond movies  
must bear some resemblance to reality; she hated herself nevertheless.  
  "Listen Allan..." said Juliette. "Shut up you cocksucker!" replied  
angrily Allan. Considering Juliette past involvement with Allan's manhood,  
she readily accepted the insult. "You two girls caused me enough trouble as  
it is and for once my boss will be extremely happy of my work.". He hated  
himself as soon as he said this; divulging his incompetence in front of his  
preys was probably not the best strategies he has used so far...  
  Estelle took the lead: "Ok Allan, are there any ways we could talk you  
out of this? Or perhaps could we be of any physical benefit to you?".  
Estelle was moving sexily towards Allan making the best usage of her  
generous forms. For a second, Allan's eyes went up and down her long  
incredibly sexy legs before he could regain control of his burning desires.  
After all, this woman kicked the living hell out of him the day before but  
this very thought of complete domination was reinforcing his physical  
longing for this woman. "Don't you move an inch, Estelle. I feel trigger  
happy.". But Estelle keep on walking looking straight at Allan with the  
most sexy look she could manufacture for the occasion. Allan warned her  
again and Estelle stopped almost at gun point. Looking down at him: "Allan,  
think about the pleasure this body could do to you." was her reply. She put  
her hands on her side and started to slide them up towards her massive  
pectorals and breasts. As she pushed her breasts together she tensed her  
inhuman biceps which responded by bulging insanely. "All this could be  
yours Allan." said Estelle pulling her top above her head revealing the  
mountains of flesh that sat on her gigantic striated pectorals.  
  Allan head was spinning and his hands were trembling with excitement. His  
lust for this woman was overpowering. His erection was now totally out of  
control. He could feel every heartbeat in between his legs and his brains  
were slowly dissolved in the ocean of lust he was bathing in. A barely  
audible voice was telling him that is exactly the way these two got rid of  
him the day before but what was a voice when every fibre in his body was  
crying in unison "I want this woman!".  
  Estelle was standing in front of him, arms completely stretched on either  
side  holding her top in one hand, chest projected forward almost above  
Allan's head. Her torso was bigger than any man of woman he ever saw. From  
below - sitting in his chair - he had the most incredible view on her giant  
body. Her pecs were unbelievable forming formidable platforms for her giant  
breasts. Below and besides each rib was covered by a slab of muscle only  
accentuating the corrugation of her rib cage. Her lats exploding out of her  
waist formed an exquisite curve reaching a frightening width just below her  
stretched arms. Allan's was fantasising caressing these lats while sucking  
on her huge black nipples.  
  "All this female muscle and power could be yours Allan if only you would  
let us leave.". Allan was now paralysed and he was about to come in his  
pants. "Think of what those arms could do to you, Allan." said Estelle  
slowly flexing her arms into a double biceps pause that suddenly made her  
head looked too small. Her arms were now the size of a water melon and  
Estelle was alternatively looking at them with a large smile. "These arms  
could be put to good usage on you Allan and if your a good lover and bring  
me to orgasm, that what you'd see.". Estelle dropped her smile, closed her  
eyes and slightly tilted her head forward. Allan did not understand what  
Estelle was doing until he started to realised the change of morphology in  
Estelle arms. They were still growing! But this time every detail became  
apparent and deep grove were running along the top of her biceps while her  
triceps were exploding down under the intense energy Estelle was sending in  
her arms.  
  In a series of uncontrollable spasms, Allan ejaculated heavily in his  
trousers and could not do anything when a laughing Estelle got hold of his  
wrist and took out the gun he was now barely holding. "Allan, Allan, what  
are we going to do with you." said Estelle holding the revolver and  
grabbing Allan by his t-shirt. She lifted him up effortlessly and brought  
his face next to hers. "How can I convince you of getting off our backs,  
Allan.". She then lifted him even further to inspect the wet spot on his  
pants. "Hmm, look like something got you very excited." said Estelle before  
lowering him down again: "Look, this little pleasure I gave you is nothing  
compare to the damage I could do to different parts of your anatomy if you  
don't give up on us.".  
  Allan remembered how easily she kicked his ass the day before and he  
certainly did not want to go through that again. On the other hand his job  
was on the line and his job was the best thing that ever happened to him.  
  "Ok Estelle, you got me. Put me down and we'll strike a deal." said he  
quite convincingly. Estelle was enjoying this situation. "Ok, but just  
remember that I'm not joking this time.". Posing the gun down on the table,  
she grabbed him right between the legs and squeezed lightly seeding down  
his body an atrocious wave of pain. She quickly stopped and and put him on  
the ground.  
  "This is my last chance." thought Allan. As fast and as hard as he could,  
he hit Estelle with a blow in the face and pushed her back against the  
table that collapsed under her weight. "My God, she feels like she's 200  
kilograms" was Allan's last thought before trying to get the gun that was  
lying on the floor close to Estelle. As he was going to reach it, Juliette  
jumped on his back pulling on his hair as hard as she could. "Arrg, you  
bitch!" screamed Allan rushing back and slamming her against the wall. She  
got vented and lost hold of him. Very brutally, Allan turned around and hit  
her in the stomach. Juliette fell like a rock on the floor out for the  
count. "Ok, ok, now the gun!" he thought. Turning around he realised that  
things would be more difficult now. Estelle was standing in front of him,  
blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. "You bastard. This time your  
dead!" said Estelle as she rushed on him. As she got to him, he very  
quickly moved aside, grabbed her wrist and twisted her arms behind her back  
and using her momentum, he pushed her violently against the wall pulling  
her arm up and driving a sharp pain in her shoulder. His mouth against her  
ear, he murmured "Muscle isn't the final answer, you dumb bimbo!" and drove  
his fist in her lower back three times. The pain was too much and Estelle  
drop to her knees. He then pushed her aside, moved back a few steps and got  
hold of the gun.  
  "You two bitches gave me way too much trouble.". Pacing around them -  
furious - he went on "First, I'm assigned to watch this stupid musclewoman,  
who's too dumb for her own good, and she disappeared without a trace. What  
do I look like? Tell me! Not even capable of keeping an eye on a woman.  
Second I have to lie to my boss because I can't admit that I've made such a  
beginner's mistake and come here on my own vacation time. Third, the muscle  
woman kicks my face in and four, she sexually humiliates me - not once, but  
twice!". Allan's face was deformed by rage. Putting the gun down on  
Juliette's head he said "So, to cover myself, I'm going to shoot the both  
of you. Who's gonna be first?". Looking at Juliette: "Is it gonna be you  
darling? Or is it gonna be your sexually hypertrophised partner?". Estelle  
stopped him by saying "Allan, why don't you leave her out of this. After  
all, she's got nothing to do with it.". "It's too late my little  
monstrosity. I've got to cover my tracks now.". Slowly he moved the gun in  
Estelle direction, aimed and said "Asta la vista, baby!".  
  
  Estelle had a front row seat to watch the bullet as it flew through air  
and penetrated Allan's skull exploding its way out at the back dragging  
with it parts of his brains and splashing the walls with scattered red  
droplets. For a brief second, his body nervous system kept him on his feet  
before he collapsed on the floor looking at Estelle straight into the eyes  
all the way down.  
  When Estelle turned around to see where the bullet came from, a slim man  
in his fifties stood by the door. He slowly lowered his gun and said "My  
name is K., Estelle." before quietly putting the gun down on a chair. "I  
believe you were looking for me...".  
  Neither Estelle nor Juliette could speak. K. stood there for long minutes  
looking at our two friends as they both got up and sat themselves. "What...  
what are you doing here, K.?" asked Estelle. K. pulled a cigarette out of a  
pack, lit it up, took a long drag and explained "You see, I've never lost  
track of you Estelle. Years after my escape, I established myself in your  
home town, far away from Fiji. That was important to me as I could watch  
you evolve into a woman: in the amazing woman that you are, Estelle. After  
all, you were my creation and I could not pretend I was not interested.".  
Juliette interrupted him saying "And what are we going to do now?". K.  
looked at her through the cloud of smoke he had created: "This is simple,  
Juliette." and - pointing at Allan's dead body - "we must get rid of him,  
clean up this place and hide at my mother's place for a little while. After  
all, didn't he said that he did this whole thing solo? Nobody else know you  
are here and my guess is that nobody will ever correlate your presence here  
with his, how should I say, disappearance.".  
  The following hours were devoted to apply K.'s plan. It didn't took them  
long to clean up the mess, bundle Allan's body in the trunk of the car and  
to take off leaving behind them a note and some money for Simon's broken  
table. They stopped by a cliff, a dropped Allan's body in the ocean. Days  
later the body was found without clothes, without papers and with one whole  
in the head. Another unsolved mystery.  
  
  "Tell me Estelle, how strong are you?". K. asked this question quite  
spontaneously. A few days had gone by since Allan's was out of the story.  
Estelle, Juliette and K. had been spending the whole time together and life  
was surprisingly the same as it used to be. K. explained in great details  
how he managed to escape from his employer and how he managed to stay  
incognito for so many years. "The trick is to stick to your lies and  
improvise as little as possible.". Estelle was particularly curious about  
the genetic experiment she had been subjected to and they discussed the  
subject for hours and hours. K.'s point of view on the subject was that too  
many people were after his secret and that considering their plans and  
ambitions, he had better keep away from the subject altogether now. "So how  
strong are you, Estelle?".  
  "Pretty strong." was her reply. "in fact, stronger than anybody I know.".  
"Well, considering your size, I'm not surprised! For fun, let's arm  
wrestle.". K. sat in front of her his elbow on the table, his hand waiting  
for her and a big grin on her face: "Come on Estelle, I dare you.". Estelle  
was laughing and decided to play the game. "Ok, K., you want it, you got  
it. But first I must stretch.". She got up, removed her t-shirt revealing  
her massive chest barely hidden by her bikini top. Reaching behind her  
lower back, she joined her hands and stretched her arm and shoulder muscle  
by pushing her hands up behind her back. In the process, her sinewy  
shoulders exploded with muscle and massive triceps bulged on either side of  
her while her breasts were pushed forward stretching the bikini top to its  
limit and defying gravity. K., who had been in company of Estelle for a few  
days now, thought he had a good idea of her size but the orgy of muscles  
displayed in front of him proved him wrong. He knew then that this arm  
wrestle would be a real joke. God, he hadn't have such an erection in  
years! Estelle sat down, grabbed his hand and locked her arm against his.  
"So K., are you ready for me?" she said flexing her biceps that literally  
was the size of K. thigh but only harder, shinier and thirty years younger.  
K. reached for Estelle arm and while caressing it said "Unbelievable,  
magnificent!". Estelle kept on flexing her biceps while K. was running his  
hand on it feeling its volume and hardness. He looked up at Estelle's  
angelic face, her broad shoulders and her immense chest hanging over the  
table. She was gently smiling at him and he saw in her eyes the flame of  
physical desire. Estelle was indeed burning with lust and from under the  
table, she extended a leg and caressed his leg with one foot that she  
adroitly piloted up his tight to his genitals. With her toes she massaged  
his rock hard cock. K. was sweating now and he had to swallow deeply before  
saying "Ok, Estelle, on three, I'll kick you butt!". The both smiled at  
each other and Estelle started the countdown: "Ok, one, two,...  
three!". K. put all his weight behind his arm and for a tiny fraction of a  
second, Estelle arm gave in for an even smaller fraction of a degree. The  
next moment it was over, Estelle incredible strength just overwhelmed him  
and she slammed his arm on the table. K. didn't even have the time to  
assess the degree of pain she had - unwillingly - inflicted him before  
Estelle cleared the table and savagely started to rape this poor man who  
knew that his life would never be the same afterwards...  
  
The end.  
  
Post-scriptum  
  
  Coming back from the surf, Estelle body was glowing under the glorious  
sun. Her microscopic bikini totally incapable of holding back her giant  
body. She looked to most men as an irresistible goddess. Raising her hands  
on both sides of her face to gather her hair behind her neck, her biceps  
swelled like grapefruits and her breasts rose as if pushed up by invisible  
hands. Her dark nipples clearly showing, walking towards K. and Juliette,  
she beamed at them an incredible smile of sensuous innocence. K. could feel  
his penis stiffening in his trunk. Seeing this Juliette said "Isn't she a  
darling?" while reaching for his throbbing member.  
  Of course, these two cheeky friends had planned the whole thing. They  
thought they could have a bit of fun in an improvised "menage a trois".  
Life was so short and cute guys so rare, why miss an opportunity? While  
Estelle was still walking towards them in an explicitly sexual manner,  
Juliette liberated K.'s penis from its fabric prison and started to stroke  
in gently. K. was rock hard. Estelle had deliberately slowed down her pace  
and was staring directly in K.'s eyes as she was moving closer and close.  
K. could believe his situation. Juliette got down on him and stated to lick  
him with avidity. Over Juliette's head, K. could see the inhuman Estelle  
closing in. Her angelic face supported by a body of pure muscularly.  
  Starting from her oversized thigh, Estelle started to caress her muscles.  
As her hands were moving up she would flex her massive muscle in the trail  
of her hands. The effect was amazing; Juliette's thighs transformed as her  
hands were running over them, and soon her stomach looked like wet marble  
with deep grooves just after her hands reached her glorious breast pushing  
them together while violently tensing of her arms in a display of raw  
strength.  
  K. eyes were riveted on Estelle when he finally came into Juliette's  
mouth unloading like he never did before in this hot velvet cave. Estelle  
could not refrain to laugh when Juliette looked up and winked at her. She  
threw herself on her towel next to K. who was still out of breath and,  
grabbing his cute face with one hand, she kissed him sensually and said  
"...and tonight, you shall be mine, my sweet one.". Estelle stretched her  
huge body on the towel facing down and relaxed completely burying her head  
in her arms.  
  K. was looking at Estelle on the towel. Her bikini was invisible; in  
fact, from the back it consisted in strings. One around her chest and neck  
and the other one in between her large, round and muscular cheeks. K.  
imagination was running wild thinking about what Estelle was going to do to  
him that night. He was rock hard again. Juliette notice his erection pulled  
him on her side and cupping his balls with one hand she said "She said  
tonight K., for the moment you are mine.".  
  
Phylogynia  
February, 1996