[rodman]

Hi,
I was going to reply earlier and say how much I loved the story so far and that it was starting to sound like one of Fonk's great stories and he beat me to it.
I really like where this story is going and there are so many possible plot twists. And a possible dark side too.
Please sail on, this is my kind of fantasy cruise!!
Rodman  8)

[demented20]

Just finished reading both parts.  Most of the post have already said what I was thinking, something along the lines of, if this was real I would have already bought a ticket 🙂  Really good stuff.  Can't wait on the next one…

[0n1zuka]

waiting for moreee!!!!  ;D hope this will be long…. 😉

[cpbell0033944]

waiting for moreee!!!!  ;D hope this will be long…. 😉

Same here! 8)

[iceman75]

I agree with the general sentiment, after reading the first two, I am hoping that part 3 is coming soon as the first two parts were really, really well written, the only thing I hope is that not all crew members of the Amazon Cruiseline are amazons in height, there are short amazon lovers here as well!

[ratlaf]

Giving this amazing story a bump in hopes that SpoonMaster is able and willing to write more…!  Thanks!  ;D

[spoonmaster]

Here it is!  The most eagerly anticipated post of this thread, until the next one!
It may take me a while from piece to piece, but I intend this to be a pretty long story when it's all said and done.

If anyone has any interesting ideas of things they would like to see on the Amazon Cruise, let me know.  I won't promise to include it, but if your idea inspires me, I'll try to add it on.

(part 3)

John Thomas was awoken by a message from the loud speaker system.  There was to be a muster practice that everyone on board had to attend before the ship could leave.  So John grabbed his life preserver and headed down to the main theatre, which was his muster section.  The theatre was a very comfortable room built to seat 300 people.  The chairs were plush and roomy with cup holders and small trays built in.  The theatre was half full, and John for the first time came face to face with some of the ships other passengers.

This was probably the most awkward moment for John.  Not that he was shy.  He considered himself fairly outgoing and had lots of friends.  But none of his friends knew about his obsession with muscular women.  John knew it wasn’t a popular view.  Most of his friends were really put off by tall or built women, and for his part, John pretended that he was too.  It was only through the anonymity of the internet that John was truly able to indulge in his fantasies. But now, here in this group of men, his secret fantasies were bare for all to see. 

Looking around the room, John noticed that he wasn’t the only one who was looking around awkwardly.  There were some groups of friends that were chatting in there seats, but a good number of passengers were looking around at each other uneasily.  It was going to be interesting to see if the Amazon Cruise line anticipated this problem.

For now, John and the rest of the assembled passengers forgot all about their own troubles as the newest crew member took to the stage and started going over the muster process.  Tisha was an ebony skinned giant.  She had to be close to 7’ tall and was wearing what John was assuming was the standard crew uniform of bleach white pants and a bleach white short sleeve button down shirt.  Just like all the other crew members that John had so far seen, Tisha wore her shirt unbutton deep enough to show her more than ample cleavage, and her bulging arms (probably several inches larger than Mia’s) threatened to burst apart her sleeves. 

There was a time that John dreamed about being in a room with a bunch of towering amazons, but to tell the truth, he was starting to feel like a member of the Lollypop Guild.  He hoped that there were at least a couple of crew members a little shorter than he was.  Yet despite his sudden self consciousness over his height, he was mesmerized by Tisha’s dazzling smile and gorgeous features.  While she didn’t hold a candle to Mia, who John spent his nap dreaming about, she was still very beautiful.  John had to wonder if anyone in the audience was actually paying attention to the muster instructions.  Not that John was too concerned.  He had no trouble believing that if anything happened to the boat one of these amazing amazon women would just dive into the water, and carry the boat to safety.

After the muster practice was over, John dropped his life vest back in his room, and then it was time to go up to the deck for the much touted disembarking party. As soon as he arrived on deck, John noticed with relief that his fears of being the shortest person aboard were unfounded.  The deck was filled with people, mostly men, but there were also dozen’s of crew members.  While several were just as tall as all the women he’d met already, most were actually of an average height.  Well the average height for a man.  Most of the women here fell within the 5’6” to 6’ range in height, and while few had arms as thick as Tisha’s, or even Mia’s, every short sleeve shirt ended in a firm, tanned, and defined muscle.  What was more, every woman had a sizeable chest.  John counted himself as somewhat of an expert on mammaries, and he’d be shocked if any woman he saw was smaller than a very generous C cup.  On top of that, every single one was beautiful, of course nowhere near as drop dead gorgeous as Mia, but not a single one looked like any of the steroid crazed women John had grown accustomed to.  It must be what Hugh Heffner’s place would be like if the man ran a gym.

The deck itself was perfectly laid out.  A large pool, dominating the center of the deck, was surrounded by three rows of lounge chairs.  Around the outside, closer to the sides of the boat, there were tables that sat four people a piece. On one side of the pool was a fully stocked bar staffed with two beautiful women.  Next to the bar was a grill that served up burgers, hot dogs, brots, bbq chicken, with a host of sides.  There was a stage set in between bar and grill that had a few microphones set up, but was empty at the moment.  Above the bar and grill was a humungous movie screen that was currently playing what looked to be a recent female body building event that several of the passengers were watching.  Across the pool from the bar and grill were several levels of lounge chairs set up in a stadium seating layout.  Most of the ladies walking around were carrying trays, either empty of with food and drink on it.  A few ladies were walking around engaging the passengers in conversation.

“Can I get you something to drink, sweetie?”  The name tag said her name was Jessie, and she was the first woman John met that was actually shorter than he was, though only by about an inch.  Still, it was almost comforting to look down at a woman again.  Of course looking at her name tag brought his eyes to her breasts, which were at least DD’s and just spilling out of her top.  John quickly averted his eyes when he realized he was staring, and his gaze fell on the empty tray that she was carrying.  It looked very thick for a drink tray, which John thought was weird until he realized what it was made of.  The tray appeared to be a 100lb weight disk encased in some kind of clear plastic. 

“Is that… is that real?”

Jessie smiled up at John and held the tray out for him to take.  “Feel for yourself.”

John grabbed the tray.  As soon as Jessie let go, John knew the thing was real as the weight of the plastic covered disk nearly pulled his arms off.  After finally getting control of the 100lb tray, John tried to hand it back to her.  The tray almost fell to the ground before Jessie casually plucked it from his grip.  Her arm was barely flexed as she held the thing up with on the tips of her fingers with a huge grin on her face. 

“Jesus, that thing weighs a ton!”  John was gasping from the exertion. 

Jessie laugh was almost musical.  “No silly, it says right here that it only weighs 100lbs.  That’s not so bad when you’ve got arms like these.”  And with that, Jessie brought her other arm up and flexed.  Her arm was clearly smaller than Mia’s but looked just as impressive on her smaller frame.  John couldn’t help himself from reaching out and feeling it.  The thing was hard as a diamond.

Jessie stood patiently with a smile as John squeezed and prodded her arm.  She didn’t speak again until he let go.  “So, how about that drink?”

“Yeah, um, I’ll take a Sam Adams if you have it.”

Jessie reached out and gave his cheek a little pinch.  “I’ll be right back.”

John took a seat and watched the bodybuilding show on the TV while he was waiting for his drink to come back.  He found himself wondering how one of the ladies on the TV would be able to handle one of the 100lb weight disks that the women on this boat carried around with such ease.

When Jessie returned with his beer, John again found his gaze going instantly to her chest.  Again he realized that he was staring, and actually blushed as he pulled his eyes up to meet hers.  Jessie just shook her head and giggled.  “You’re just too cute.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”

“Oh really?  You think it was just an accident that your eyes couldn’t stay off of my big, firm, voluptuous breasts?”  Jessie took a deep breath, which pushed her considerable cleavage even further out from her shirt.  “You paid an awful lot of money to be on a ship full of women built just like me, and I think it would be a huge waste of your money if you didn’t take in all the eyefuls you could.  So stare all you like sugar, I don’t mind.”  Jessie grabbed the beer bottle off of the tray and handed it to John.

John went to take a swig, but realized that the bottle cap was still on.  “Excuse me, do you have a bottle opener.”  He called after Jessie as she turned away.

She swirled back toward John with a predatory look on her face.  “Of course sweetie.  I have a big one, right here.”  She reached out and took the bottle from John’s hand, then with a smile; she stuck the neck of the bottle right into her amazing cleavage.  “Ooooo, its so cold.” she purred.  She gave the bottle a little twist, and then pulled it out of her cleavage.  The bottle cap was off, and a little bit of head was spilling from the top.

John took the bottle back with his mouth hanging open.  His face only made Jessie giggle again.

“Here,” she said “let me give you a little souvenir.”  Jessie leaned forward and crossed her arms over her breasts and flexed.  Her shirt was nearly pushed to the side as her chest swelled out.  Feathered lines highlighted her pecs as she flexed with all of her might.  Finally, she relaxed, and then reached her hand down into her cleavage.  She pulled out an object and gave it to John.  “I’ll see you around, sailor.”

John couldn’t help watching her sway off into the crowd.  After a few moments he looked down into his had to see what she’d given him. It was his bottle cap, folded in half, and squashed as flat as a piece of paper.

By now the deck party was in full swing and John found out how the crew of the Amazon Princess was going to deal with the natural shyness of the passengers.  While a good deal of the crew was set on serving the passengers drinks and food, several of the women were mingling with the men.  The ladies seemed to go out of their way to find men who were off on their own and then seamlessly drew them into conversation with other shy people.  Besides being beautiful, the crew members were excellent conversationalists, easily talking about sports or politics, different vacation spots, recent movies and TV shows.  There seemed to be no topic of conversation that one of the ladies couldn’t contribute to. 

Of course the conversation inevitably turned to the ladies themselves.  If there was one thing that the women on board this boat seemed to be totally lacking in, it was modesty.  The women were willing and almost eager to answer any question the men seemed to have.  Whether it was telling her measurements, or sharing an anecdote about a time she used her great strength, the women were forthcoming with almost any information.  The only topic they seemed to shy away from was how they all got to be so strong.  When ever the topic would come of, the woman would deftly sidestep the issue and move onto something else. 

After the hostess had her group talking to themselves she’d excuse herself, and move onto another group of lonely guys and repeat the whole process.  After about an hour, seemingly everyone was engaged with either one of the crew members, or another passenger.  The alcohol was flowing, and everyone was having a good old time. 

“May I have your attention please?”  The din of talking died down as Kyla and a couple of the other crew members took the stage.  As soon as everyone was quiet, Kyla went on.

“Hello, my name is Kyla Hayes, and I would like to welcome you all to the maiden voyage of the Amazon Princess!”

There was cheering and shouts coming from the crowd and the waitresses and hostesses pumped their fists in the air and yelled along with the passengers. 

“Thank you very much.  I know you’re all excited to be here, and we’re excited to have you on board.  We’re about to disembark in just a couple of minutes, so I just wanted to take a few moments and introduce myself some of your crew before we leave.  As a lot of you know, I’m the cruise director.  It’s my job to make sure everyone onboard is having a great time.  Every room has my pager number listed, and if there’s anything I can do to make your trip more enjoyable, please don’t hesitate to ask.  Now let me introduce you to the hospitality staff.  These ladies are set to make sure that your trip is absolutely unforgettable.”

Kyla spent the next couple minutes introducing all the ladies who weren’t carrying around trays.  About 30 women all together who were just there to make sure everyone was entertained.  As each woman was introduced, she would give a wave to some applause from the guys.  Every now and then, one of the women would flex her arms, to a much greater applause.  But the biggest reaction of all was for Mia, who was by far the most beautiful woman in this sea of beauties. 

After all the women were introduced, Kyla got back on the mike.  “All right boys, here’s hoping you all have a good time. And now lets begin the count down to take off.”  Kyla turned around and pointed up to the TV screen above her head, which had turned off when she started to speak.  Now a huge countdown clock was showing.  All the crew and passengers counted along as the clock went down to 3…2…1!

A loud horn blasted and everyone cheered as the boat slowly started to move.  Suddenly, music started blaring over the loud speaker system.  It was Poisons Nothin’ But A Good Time.  A song that John loved.  But what was even better, was that all the women on deck, be them hostess, crew or bartender had stopped what they were doing and, spread throughout the crowd, started doing an organized dance to the music.  It started simple, then, as the song started going, the women grabbed at their shirts, and as one, ripped them right off their bodies!

The pants were torn off just seconds later!  Now the crowd was going nuts as over 100 bikini clad amazon beauties started the most erotic posing/dancing anyone had ever seen.  The women were shameless, as they twirled through the crowd, grinding up against the closest man to them.  John was whipping his head around trying to take as much gorgeous flesh in as he could. 

Then about half way through the song, John felt his feet leave the ground!  He was suddenly being thrust up and down, side to side in time with the music.  He looked around, wondering what was going on, when he saw that all the women on the boat had picked up a guy by the waist and was moving them around through the air in time to the music like a showgirl would a hat or a cane. At first, John watched, transfixed at the sight of these muscular beauties performing such a dazzling display of strength.  Then he just closed his eyes, and gave into the sensation of weightlessness.  A sensation that was vastly becoming his favorite. 

As the song was finally coming to a close, he felt himself tossed up into the air, and then caught high above the head of his dance partner.  She kept him up there until the song finally ended, to the loud cheers of the other passengers.  Finally with the music stopped, he was lowered to a cradle position and he could finally see who was holding him.  It was Jessie.  She smiled down at him and he smiled back.  Then he purposefully looked down at her chest, which looked even better in the micro bikini she was wearing.  Jessie just laughed, pulled him close, and gave him a long kiss on the mouth, before letting him down.  She gave him a playful pat on the ass before picking up her tray and skipping off into the crowd.

The crowd was still cheering wildly as the crew started getting back to work, seemingly content to work in bikinis.  Kyla jumped back on stage, bikini clad just like everyone else and grabbed up a mike.  “Thank you, thank you!  We are underway, so let’s get this thing started.  Now this is the Amazon Princess, and that means that yes, your entire crew is female.  And aside from being incredibly gorgeous, if I do say so myself, we are all unbelievably strong.  Now I know that you’re all wondering, well just how strong are we?  Well, it’s time for a little demonstration.”

Two carts were wheeled out onto the deck.  Each cart had a large, metal pole on it. One was about 10 feet long and about 2 feet thick, while the other was about half the size.  Each pole had four bars sticking out of it two to a side.  Four of the crew member grabbed each pole by the bar, and lifted them off the cart onto the deck, side by side.

“Now,” said Kyla, “we’re going to have a little race.”  Some of the ladies were clearing a space on the deck near the two poles while someone else was laying down two strips of tape.  “I need four big strong men as volunteers.” 

Just about every hand in the crowd went up.  Four of the hostesses went into the crowd and grabbed a guy each.  So finally there were four guys up on stage.  The guys were all pretty well built, and probably out weight John by at least 50-60lbs.  They were all several inches smaller than Kyla.

“Now here’s what we’re going to do.  You four boys are going to have to lift one of these heavy poles over here, and carry it to the finish line over there.  You will be racing against just one of the Princesses, who will have to carry the other one all alone.”  One of the hostesses came to the front.  It was Amy, the women who checked out by bags.  Amy was probably about as tall as Mia, a little over 6’, but she was thicker.  John would have to guess that her arms were probably 20”, which was probably bigger than any of the guys on stage.

“Now as you can see, the two poles are different sizes.  So there will be two races.  The first lap, you guys have to carry the bigger one, while Amy here gets the smaller one.  Then, when that’s done, you switch, and race Amy carrying the smaller one.  Everyone understand?”  The guys all nodded.  “All right take your places.

The guys walked over to the bigger pole.  Each moved to stand in front of a different handle.  They reached down and picked up the weight together, testing to see how heavy it was.  By the looks on their faces, it was very heavy.  Next to them, Amy stood calmly next to her bar with a very casual look on her face.

“All right, everyone ready?  On your mark, get set, go!”

The guys reached down and picked up the heavy pole and started down the course.  They didn’t move very fast.  It was clearly taking all of their strength just to lift the thing, and they could only take a couple of steps before they were forced to stop and rest before they went again.  For her part, Amy simply stood there watching, not even touching her pole.  In fact, she actually joined the crowd in cheering the men on.  When the guys finally got their pole half way to the finish line, Amy stopped her cheering, reached down, grabbed her pole in the center, and then with little fanfare, pressed it all the way up over her head!  The pole was clearly smaller than the other one, but as hard as the four guys were trying to lift the big one, it was pretty impressive that she lifted the smaller one with out a whole lot of effort.  Holding the pole overhead, Amy casually swayed down the track, passed the four men still struggling with their own pole, and then over the finish line.  Then she stood there and did presses with the pole while she waited for the guys to finally finish.

“And the winner of the first race, Amy”  The crowd cheered as the guys that raced where all bent over, clearly tired from their efforts, and so there was a little break while they caught their breath.  Then the contestants switched poles.

“All right boys, now it’s time to get your revenge.  It’s the four of you on the smaller pole against just Amy on the larger one.  Good luck men.  Now on your mark, get set, go!”

Everybody in the crowd clearly expected the four guys to have a much easier time with the smaller pole, and so everyone was shocked when the guys reached down to lift it, and nothing happened!  They pulled, and heaved with all of their might, but the pole mine as well been part of the ground, it simply didn’t budge.

“Oh yeah,” Kyla said over the microphone, “I forgot to mention, the large pole is hollow, while the smaller one is solid and made from a denser material.  It’s probably about three times as heavy” 

As if to reinforce Kyla’s statement, Amy reached down and grabbed the larger pole with one hand.  You could hear the screech of metal as her hand deformed the metal of the pole.  Then Amy stood up, and slowly lifted the larger pole all the way up over her head!  With just one hand!  The crowd was stunned into silence!  That one woman could handle the weight these four 250lb + men could barely budge was more than anyone could imagine!  Again, Amy started to casually saunter down the track toward the finish line.  the four guys, knowing there was no way they were going to even be able to budge their weight, just sat on their handle bars and watched her with awe.

But Amy wasn’t quite done showing off yet.  As she got to the halfway mark, she stopped, turned, and seeing the four guys just sitting there, walked back over to the finish line.  She stood over them, the ultimate vision of power. 

“You boys look like you could use a lift.”  Then Amy, still holding the larger pole over her head, reached down with her free arm and grabbed the pole in its center.  Then, to the shock of everyone, she lifted the pole, plus all four men sitting on it, up off the ground and kept lifting ‘til it too was over her head.

John was totally in awe!  He had seen Mia lift about half a ton with just one hand, but this blew that away!  Amy held half a ton in just the four guys she was lifting!  God only knew how much that pole actually weighed, but if it was as heavy as they said it was it was probably at least twice what the guys weighed. That was at least 3000lbs.  With one hand!  John saw a couple guys in the crowd actually feint.

But Amy certainly didn’t seem to be having any problems.  She calmly lowered and then pressed the weight a couple of times, just to show everyone how easy it was.  Then she once more casually sauntered down the course.

“For those of you who are wondering, the large pole Amy is carrying weighs just about 1000lbs, which means the smaller, heavier one is about 3000lbs.  I’m not sure how much the four blokes on the pole weigh but you can easily assume that Amy is lifting 2 tons with one of her super strong amazon arms, and I promise you, that’s not even close to her max.”

Amy finally crossed the finish line as smooth as silk before lowering both poles to the ground and treating the crowd to an amazing double bicep flex. 

“That’s right boys, that’s 22” of pure amazon power in each arm.  The four strongest men in the world would have a hard time lifting the same weight Amy just lifted with one arm.  Now I know a lot of you are intimidated, but don’t worry, Amy’s one of the strongest women on the ship.  Most of the crew has only a fraction of her power, but I assure you, even the weakest of us is stronger than the strongest of you.  So get ready to have all of your fantasies fulfilled!”

to be continued…

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