[Fonk]

Hi there!

I've been working on this one for a little bit now. It features my all-purpose FMG man Sam Waters again, and there are a few tributes to some of the stalwarts of the scene. I'm thinking in particular of DCM and the Shadowninja/Femfortefan pairing. Thanks, guys!

————

Laura Steinberg sat at her desk, trying to hold back the tears. It had been a difficult day. She looked around at her classroom, eyes open but not seeing. The children’s displays were as colourful and messy as ever in the light of the setting sun. The missing square of carpet, the one she’d complained about last term, was still missing. Sam Waters, her classroom assistant and occasional confidant, was busying himself tidying away the paints and brushes that the kids had been using last thing as a treat.

Normally, it was easy. Normally, she had enough time of a morning to put on the layers of make-up that hid her bruises from the world. Bruises her husband, David, gave her whenever she got something wrong: bought the wrong colour curtains, wore the wrong dress, parked in the wrong place. That morning, though, her alarm hadn’t gone off and she’d had to leave the house with out her concealing mask. The ugly multi-coloured stain David had given her after she’d come home late after a meeting was plainly visible to the world. And, naturally, everyone had been concerned, even the kids. The kids most of all.

“Are you all right, Miss Steinberg?”

“Your face has gone a funny colour, Miss!”

“What’s happened to your face, Miss?”

“How did you get that awful bruise, Miss?”

“Who’s done that to you, Miss? You just let me know, and I’ll sort them out!”

She went over their concerned faces one at a time in her mind. She’d had to say that she’d opened the car door too quickly – falling down the stairs was too cliché – and that had seemed to pacify them. The staffroom had been another matter entirely. The normally lively banter had gone; replaced by an oppressive and charged silence. Laura knew that some of her colleagues suspected she was being abused by her spouse, and now, for the first time, they had top-notch physical evidence.

The headteacher, Helena Carruthers, had asked Laura to come and see her in her office during a break. Quietly, with no-one else to hear, she urged her employee to get away from her husband, to press charges, to do something to get out of the vicious cycle of abuse in which she was trapped. Laura thanked Miss Carruthers for her concern and declined her offer to take photographs that could be used later as evidence against David. She had gone back to her classroom, blushing so fiercely that her injuries were nearly hidden under the redness.

All these events whirled around her mind. She knew David hurt her for the hell of it, but she loved him still. He had been so kind, so warm, so loving, when Laura’s parents had been alive. Now that she was an orphan, and her inheritance had legally passed to him, he treated her like dirt. The Breckenridge estate was legally his, and that was all that seemed to matter. And yet she kept on loving him. It was all she knew to do.

Laura was a pale, slim 35-year-old primary school teacher. Just a touch over five foot tall, she had mousy brown hair, in no particular style, which reached down to her shoulders. Her brown eyes used to be full of life, but now they were dull and listless. That day she was wearing a red cardigan over a simple white blouse and long black skirt. Her skinny frame did not respond well to the treatment David dished out. Her back and ribs were painfully discoloured by a succession of bruises similar to the one she was sporting on her face.

Sam broke her out of her reverie. He had cleared away the art materials and was tapping her gently on the shoulder, holding out a can of food.

Sam was in his mid-twenties, Laura reckoned, and about five foot nine with spiky hair which was dyed black. He had a pale complexion and a few scars on his wrists which, coupled with the black clothing and four piercings he sported, made him look like the poster boy for goths. He too was skinny, though in her more contemplative moments Laura often thought that there was some sort of power inside him, waiting to be uncoiled and used, almost like a sleeping lion.

“Umm, Mrs. Steinberg,” he said. “This one seems to have escaped the can drive.” The school had recently done a can drive for starving children in Romania. The entire batch of collected goods had been sent off earlier that week in a big ceremony that the entire school had attended. Laura had elected to keep out of the photographs that the local press had taken. Sam pressed the can into her hand and stood back respectfully.

“Leaf spinach in salted water,” Laura read from the side of the can. She twisted it in her hands, looking for the ‘best before’ date. “It’s dated tomorrow, no wonder we took it out of the drive.” Sam nodded thoughtfully.

“Maybe you should take it with you,” he suggested. “It’s got to be used up, and I don’t really like spinach. Put it in your pasta tonight, or something. It might make a nice change for you.” The teacher smiled.

“Sure,” she said, putting the can in her bag. “Perhaps David will like it.” Behind her back, Sam made a face of disgust. “Well,” she continued, standing up and collecting her things, “it’s got to be time to go home. I’ll see you tomorrow, Sam.”

“Bye, Mrs Steinberg,” the young man said. “I hope you’re feeling better tomorrow.” He smiled to himself.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

Laura was in the kitchen, hastily preparing the evening meal. David worked as a lawyer and was usually exhausted when he came home. The couple had not made love in nearly a year. He had said that it was only fair that she cook for him. Deep down Laura knew this was unreasonable, but outwardly she didn’t mind. Cooking was an important life skill and she took pleasure in it. The teacher reached in her bag for the can of spinach that she’d taken from work and looked for the cooking instructions.

“Cook for four to five minutes in water,” she said aloud. “Concise!” As Laura put the can back on the kitchen work surface in order to look for the tin opener, she heard the front door slam: David. Immediately she became anxious, her hands shaking as she rifled through the drawer. She found the tin opener and opened up the can. Behind her she could hear David’s footsteps approaching the kitchen.

David Steinberg was a young-looking 32 year old man, six foot tall, with close-cropped dark hair. He was fortunate enough to be blessed with a strong body, which he worked out every day. His dark brown eyes used to promise Laura mischief, but these days only gave her pain. He was dressed in a fashionable pin-stripe suit and white shirt with navy blue tie. He carried a briefcase, filled with papers from work.

He pushed the door just as Laura had removed the lid from the can of spinach. She turned to face him, smiling widely.

“Hi honey!” she said brightly, and moved to hug him. David’s expression turned into a sneer. He smacked her, hard, in the face.

“Stupid bitch!” he screamed. “Why isn’t this ready as soon as I come through the door? You know I get hungry.” He turned around, heading for the couple’s living room. “I’ll have to call for take-out. It’ll be quicker.” Laura put a hand to her cheek, feeling the flesh. Tears began to flow down her face. She ran past her husband straight up the stairs and into the bathroom. Once inside, she shut and locked the door. She gave in to the strength of her emotions and cried.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

Forlornly Laura sat on the edge of the bath. Her face was streaked with tears, though she had stopped crying. She was still holding the can of spinach, the spoon she was going to use to carefully ladle the stuff into the pan of water sticking out of the green goop.

“Oh well,” she sniffed to herself, looking at the tin. “Better use it up. David won’t get any take-out for me and the food’s bound to be ruined by now.” She put a bit of the spinach into her mouth. Laura had never had spinach before, so as she chewed, she thought about how best to describe the flavour. After some thought, she decided that it tasted “green”. It wasn’t unpleasant, but then again it wasn’t particularly nice either. She swallowed it down. And then something remarkable happened.

Afterwards Laura described it as two feelings: a warmth spreading around her body from her stomach outwards, which was accompanied by a feeling of getting heavier, or denser. She frowned as the sensations swept through her diminutive form. Her shaking legs became steadier and gaps started to appear in between the buttons of her blouse as her breasts developed and her torso widened. The teacher’s bra straps began to bite into her shoulders as the simple A-cup garment – which Laura wore as a nipple guard more than anything else – suddenly found itself contending with a pair of proper boobs, around a small C-cup. Her sleeves began to, apparently, shrink back up her arms. Her blouse came untucked and more of her legs were revealed as she grew slightly taller.

The extraordinary change only took a few seconds. When it was over, Laura’s natural curiosity took hold of her and she stripped to her underwear. She gasped in surprise at her reflection in the mirror. Her body had changed nearly beyond recognition: instead of the skinny waif she was used to seeing, Laura was looking at a regular gym-goer.

Her abdomen held a set of faint lines that one day might be called abs. Her glutes had pushed out somewhat, along with her chest, to give her slight curves. Her legs had taken on a bit of power. Laura saw that her shoulders had widened. Experimentally she flexed her biceps and was rewarded with a slight swelling that had certainly never been there before. Everything that wasn’t toned looked stronger than before. She’d even picked up some colour to her skin. Delighted with the change, she danced around the room.

“It must be the spinach!” she said to herself. “And that was just one spoonful – imagine what the whole lot could do to me!” The teacher picked up the can and was about to swallow its contents when a huge grin settled onto her face like a butterfly on a branch. Laura had just remembered the furore that had surrounded the news anchorwoman Claudia Chatwin when she had transformed into a muscular Amazon live on air the year before. Instinctively she knew what she had to do.

“I want to burst out of my clothes, like she did,” Laura murmured to herself. As she was putting her skirt back on, Laura heard the doorbell go. She stopped to listen: it was a pizza delivery boy. David was taking his evening meal from the man and, as she expected, had not ordered anything for her. Something inside her broke: maybe it was that she now had access to the power she needed, maybe it was the years of unhappiness David had reserved for her, but she knew that the night would see her get revenge. “I’ll show you,” she breathed, fist clenched. The teacher smiled when she saw her forearm bulge a little.

When she was fully clothed again, Laura picked up the can of spinach from its perch on the edge of the bath. She took out the spoon and filled it to capacity with good, wholesome greenness.

“Goodbye scrawny,” she said to her reflection. Grinning, she turned away to shovel the spinach into her mouth as fast as possible, eventually scraping the stuff out of the container. Then she licked the spoon clean. The change didn’t take long to come into effect.

Every part of Laura’s body began to expand. The teacher felt her legs bloat outwards against her skirt. The faint lines on her stomach turned into deep grooves surrounded by powerful abs. Laura’s breasts pushed out at an amazing rate, growing plusher and larger moment by moment. The changing woman’s bra was being assaulted on all sides: at the same time as her boobs and pecs bulged out, her shoulders took on mass and her lats blossomed.

Laura’s arms were turning into something else. Dense power inflated out from shoulder to fingertip, pushing out at her sleeves. Her biceps extended to fill the space from her delts down to her elbows, and then erupted into mass. Thick triceps spread around the rest of her arm to partner them. The teacher’s forearms became chiseled hunks of brawn.

Inevitably, tears started to appear in the growing woman’s clothes. Her blouse sleeves couldn’t deal with the changes to her arms, sheared off and squirmed out from under the constraining cardigan, fluttering downwards. Laura’s expanding breasts tore out the front of her blouse, giving an odd glimpse at her pecs. Tears were making their way up her skirt to its waistband. Laura remained blissfully unaware of all this. She was totally caught up in the rush of growth, rocking from side to side with her eyes closed.

The transformation sped up. Laura started to rocket upwards as well as outwards. She was developing a unique hourglass figure as her hips spread to keep up with the fantastic changes in her legs, just as her upper torso widened to accommodate her pecs and breasts. The power erupting through her shoulders began to push her arms away from her body. Stitches unravelled and threads ripped off, making scraps of clothing float gently in a neat circle around Laura’s body.

Eventually her bra couldn’t take it any more and popped away. Laura’s vast mammaries jiggled loose and began to billow outward with renewed vigour, pushed to greater heights by her powering pecs. Only her panties and a few strips of cloth kept Laura’s burgeoning body from total nudity now. She was truly a sight to behold: from telegraph pole thick legs past a column of power-packed abs through to a set of shoulder muscles layered with pounds of she-beef, Laura was well on the way to becoming the strongest being on the planet.

As she surged past seven feet in height, Laura’s growing width became too much for her panties. They ripped neatly in two and slid down the valleys and canyons of her imposing thighs to the floor. As she juddered and shook, the rags doing their best to cover her fell away to join the mess. The humble schoolteacher began to resemble a statue of some supreme female deity.

Her entire body had taken on a sexy tan and a healthy glow. All the marks David had inflicted on her had smoothed away from her skin. Laura’s hair had settled into a very dark brown colour and was spilling out in great luscious shining waves down her massively muscled back.

Sadly for Laura the transforming effect of the spinach began to slow down. The warm feelings from her stomach began to cool away as her height levelled off at seven foot eight. Her muscles and breasts stopped expanding and she stood rooted to the spot for a few moments.

When the stars had cleared away from her eyes, Laura began to be aware of what had just happened. She was still holding the can of spinach. After a moment, a wry grin spread onto her lips. Using only the merest fraction of her strength, the leviathan turned the tin inside out and licked all the spinach out. Her already outrageous form bloated out a little more, adding precious inches to her height, thighs, hips, waist, bust and arms. Slowly, Laura turned to the mirror to get a better look at her new physique.

“Hello brawny,” she said, and giggled. All she could see in the glass was the line of her cleavage, the deepest in the world, with two cartoonishly huge nipples either side. The teacher squatted down until her face was reflected. Although her skin had repaired itself so well that she looked as though twelve years had been shaved off her age, Laura was disappointed to see that she had not become mesmerisingly beautiful like Claudia Chatwin had.

“Still,” she said to herself, joyfully flexing a bicep and watching the insanely meaty peak rise on her arm, “who needs to be pretty when you’ve got power?” A huge grin spread onto her lips. “Power,” she repeated to herself softly.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

David sat in the lounge, idly watching a music channel. A pizza box sat on his lap, one solitary slice that had long since gone cold nestling in its sweaty insides. As David reached for the remote, he heard Laura walk down the stairs. He smiled. No doubt she was going to beg him for forgiveness, just as she always did.

There was an almighty crash from the doorway. For an instant David feared an earthquake as the door and its surrounding masonry exploded into the room, sending pieces of wood, plaster and brick everywhere. Panes of glass smashed, the TV screen was destroyed and some of the pictures slid off the walls. Standing in the wake of the devastation was the tallest, strongest-looking woman David had ever seen – and he’d kept a copy of the infamous Claudia Chatwin video on his PC.

Apart from her extremely obvious strength, the most noticeable feature of the woman was her huge breasts. Either of the exactly symmetrical pair could have more than filled a wheelbarrow. They were totally smooth, wonderfully tanned, beautifully shaped, positioned perfectly on her chest and crowned with thick erect nipples three tantalising inches long, both a delicious deep pink colour.

Tearing his eyes away from the vision of those globes, David quickly saw that he was in real trouble. The woman was covered in muscles so large that her power could have been measured in megatons. Nearly every part of her exquisite body bulged with awesome musculature. Her arms were as thick as tree trunks: even unflexed, her biceps, triceps and forearms easily dwarfed his own.

Just visible around and above her breasts were her pectorals, big as encyclopedias and supporting her gigantic boobs perfectly. A line split her unnaturally symmetrical body in half from below her neck down to just above her pelvis. Her shoulders were textbook: massive, beautifully rounded deltoids flowing into arcing traps that reached higher than her ears. They were at least three times as wide as the doorway had been.

David looked down, past the immense stack of innumerable, hard, pulsing abs that had drowned her tiny navel; past a flash of pubic hair; to her legs. These were the new Laura’s pride and joy. Think of all the words you can that mean “huge”. Not one of them has come close to describing the size of Laura’s quads, or calves, or even hamstrings. She could have powered aircraft carriers around the world using those legs. They were covered in veins as thick as pencils, which crossed over each other again and again like a complicated underground rail map. Her hips had had to widen considerably just to keep her pins in proportion.

Standing at her full and imperious seven foot ten, Laura surveyed her husband’s reaction and took in every gloriously satisfying second. The payback was coming soon. Payback for the two horrible years since her parents had died. Payback for the six years of joy before that, three of them as man and wife, which had been a sham. Eight years in all of a life wasted. The best years of her life given to a man who cared only about money and power. Laura felt the anger boiling inside her like a virus.

Jaw dropped and drool forming, David looked up to the woman’s face. He nearly wet himself when he recognised his spouse. The wife beater quickly stood up, scattering pizza crumbs throughout the debris, trying to gabble an explanation. Laura picked her moment perfectly and took a step towards him. David knew what was going to happen next, knew he couldn’t fight it. He fell silent, stood still and braced himself. Laura nodded to herself: she had never been in a fight before but knew exactly what to do. The giantess hit her sick spouse with an uncultured swing of her right fist. David’s body went limp and arced gracefully into the top shelf of a bookcase in the corner of the room.

The lawyer fell to the floor in slow motion. The bookcase fell on top of him with a tremendous crash and he was knocked out cold. Laura got to work.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

When he regained consciousness, David was still a little bleary. He took a few seconds to work out that he was lying down, on a very comfortable surface. It was dark. His arms had been raised above his head and he couldn’t move them very much. His feet were similarly pinned. When he tried to move them more forcefully, David Steinberg began to panic. He was bound by something that felt metallic when he brushed against it. Even when he used all his might, he could not break the bonds.

Suddenly the light came on. David’s eyes flickered. When he could focus, he screamed in fear. Standing at the end of the bed was his newly Amazonian wife, grinning horribly. He began to struggle again, thrashing wildly on the bed. As he did so, the lawyer caught sight of what was tying him to it: four lamp stands, which Laura had bent around the frame of the bed to use as makeshift ropes. He also saw that he was naked.

Laura came around to one side of the bed, her sweat-covered muscles moving in hypnotic harmony. She had been watching him from the shadows, enjoying her powerless husband’s show. She saw the bruise taking up one side of his face, all yellow and black and green, as well as its bigger brothers on his chest and right leg. The Amazonian smiled with satisfaction. Now, she reached down with an immense hand and soothed his brow gently until he stopped squirming.

“There, there. There’s no need to fight,” she whispered, not without irony. David looked into her eyes and managed a cautious half-smile. “I compacted the metal a little when I tied you up. You’ll never be able to get out of there.” David’s eyes widened. He looked pathetic, a shadow of his formerly macho self.

Carefully, so as not to break it, the titaness climbed onto the bed on all fours, on top of her husband. Her immense frame made him look like a doll under her. Her massive breastflesh spilled out to cover his chiselled torso. Laura felt David’s erection try to poke into the canyon in between her lower abdominals. She rolled her eyes.

“Can’t you control yourself?” she said, as if she were flustered. “Honestly!” Grinning to herself, the superwoman shifted up the bed. As she did so, she manoeuvred David’s body until he was sitting upright on the pillows. He didn’t squirm or wriggle. Laura knelt in front of his face so that her sex was centimetres from his mouth. Her voice turned stern.

“Worship me,” she ordered. “Like you used to when we were dating.” David hesitated. “Come on!” Laura shouted, her newly deepened voice conveying both command and threat. “You do not want to make me mad tonight.” David meekly complied. The muscle girl shut her eyes when she felt his tongue broach the folds of her sex. Slowly he went further and further in until he brushed against her clitoris.

“Yes!” Laura cried. “God, yes!” David built up the pleasure pressure slowly, expertly feeling his way around his wife’s nether regions. Laura started to grind her pelvis into his face. Her nipples hardened and they began to poke into the wall in front of the mighty woman, causing flecks of paint and plaster to shower around and onto the couple. David took her beautifully to the brink of orgasm and then pulled back. “That’s how I like it,” she moaned.

Then he went at her hard for as long as she could stand. Laura convulsed and screamed her orgasm out loudly. A surprisingly petite trickle of joy spurted onto David’s face. He pulled out of his wife’s sex and licked it away. Looking down at her husband, Laura giggled like a schoolgirl. Their relationship had changed permanently and she loved it.

All of a sudden, she jumped to the floor. David felt the shock rise up through the bedsprings. Laura turned around and kneeled beside the bed, leaning over it, causing her monumental breasts to rest on her husband’s splayed legs. She relaxed her pectoral muscles as much as possible, meaning that David was supporting the full weight of her gigantic globes. She turned casually toward him and saw that his eyes were practically rolling back into his head.

“Imagine,” she whispered, “what I could do with these.” He didn’t – couldn’t – reply. “Imagine,” she repeated. “This body. What it can do.” All David could do was nod pitifully. Laura felt his still erect penis push into the underside of her left boob. She rolled her eyes again.

“I don’t know what you keep doing that for,” she tutted. “You won’t…” Laura paused. In that instant she realised exactly what she had to do. She had to give David the best sex of his life, right there. Smiling coquettishly, she climbed back onto the bed. “Let me show you what you should be doing with it,” she purred. David’s eyes went as wide as she’d ever seen them go.

Carefully the superwoman rained kisses on her husband’s chest, moving further and further down his torso. She did not enjoy the task in the usual way one should, but knowing what would follow it made it that much sweeter for her. Teasingly Laura licked down the length of his shaft before positioning her sex over it. With a smile of raw carnal power, she lowered her enormous body over his cock until she had taken it all inside her.

Then she began to pump, ever so slightly. Laura flexed her amazing vaginal muscles repeatedly, touching David’s penis lightly in several places, like the world’s most delicate hand-job. Terribly slowly the titanic temptress began to increase the pace of both her thrusting and flexing. David’s eyes were screwed shut and he began to gasp. Laura took that as her cue and stepped up another gear. The lawyer began to moan loudly as his wonder wife gave him the best sex he could ever have imagined.

To David it felt like an hour, but in reality it was only a couple of minutes before he came. Laura felt her disgusting spouse’s penis throb and twitch inside her a couple of times before going limp. She flexed her special muscles a few more times. Within moments, David blacked out once more.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

For the second time that night, David awoke. This time he was much more alert and ready for what might come. Laura was kneeling on the floor beside the bed again, her arms lightly resting on her husband’s prone form.

“That is what you could have had, day after day, if you had treated me properly at any point after my parents’ death,” Laura stated. “You will never get that from me again. I wanted to give you a taste, a peek, a little tiny bite. You have no idea – and never will – of the true extent of what I can do.”

The enormous musclewoman brought up her left arm, the one closest to David’s face, and slowly flexed her bicep. There was an actual sound as her arm exploded to reveal the great power it held, a little like running your fingers down a balloon. A muscle the size, shape and hardness of a bowling ball popped up, almost glowing with vascularity. Laura smiled as she saw David’s eyes practically come out of his head. She flexed again – and the muscle grew slightly. Entranced, Laura kept on flexing until her bicep reached as high as her fist. She brought her husband’s hand up to it.

“Feel it,” she commanded. David ran his hand over the extraordinary muscle as far as he could. It was as hard as rock. She truly was the strongest woman alive. David gulped again and began to cry silently. Laura faced the cowardly fool to which she was still married. Knowing now that he was broken, she spoke again.

“It was just the money, wasn’t it,” she said. It was more statement than question. David took a moment before deciding what would be best for his immediate health. Then he nodded. “Not me at all.” David shook his head. Laura looked away from him at nothing in particular. There was a very long pause.

“Wh – what are you going to do to me?” David managed to splutter. Laura couldn’t even bear to look at him.

“Divorce,” she stated. “You will get nothing. You deserve less.” With that, she stood up and left the room. David was treated to a view of his wife’s huge and sexy rear and thick, rippling back muscles before she shut the door. He lay still for a moment, one slimy tear making its way down his cheek, wondering if he could ever process what had happened to him that night.

— EPILOGUE —

The next morning Laura relented and freed David – she needed him to go and buy some new extra-large clothing. The pair divorced and David left the country soon after. He went into therapy and discovered that his wife beating stemmed from an abusive childhood.

Laura decided to cut loose from her previous life and work in the porn industry. She helped to pioneer a genre which became known as ‘sci-fi porn’: in the majority of her films, a demure female scientist concocted a potion that would either release her sexual inhibitions or make her stronger. Once the mixture was consumed or injected into the scientist, she would turn into a character played by Laura, who would have her way with the men that she had always secretly desired. Sometimes the transformation was caused by nanobots or a magic belt, but the basic premise remained the same. At the moment Hollywood is awash with rumours that Laura is trying to finance a She Hulk film, with herself in the title role. The last reports were that Jennifer Aniston and Alyson Hannigan are in a straight fight to play the role of Jennifer Walters.

Sam Waters, as he always did after his work was done, slipped unnoticed out of the school at the end of the night. Quietly he headed for a run-down building on the edge of town. He carefully pushed the door open, which was hanging off its hinges, and rearranged it artfully over the entrance. "Greg!" he called out once he was in the dark and dingy room. "Did you see it?" A voice trickled down the stairs. "Oh yeah," it said. "You’re becoming quite the agent of chaos, Sam." Sam grinned happily to himself. “I gotta admit, though,” Greg continued, “you do lose style points for having her eat spinach.” Sam laughed at his mentor’s admission. “I couldn’t resist the imagery.”

— THE END —

Thank you very much for reading. I hope you enjoyed it!

I just don't know what to call it! If you could help me out on that score, I would be very grateful. Working titles included:

1) Laura Fights Back
2) A Spoonful Of Spinach Makes The Husband Go Down (urgh)
3) Why You Should Always Eat Your Greens
4) Laura

Cheers! 😀

Edit: OK! This has been cross-posted to Brawna now (here) with a few tweaks. It's got the title Spinach Is A Dish Best Served Cold, with many thanks to gblock01! Thanks to all who read, enjoyed and supported the story.

[AbyssPlanet]

Wow, that was great! The descriptions were great; it was totally worth reading. Nice job!

[alex]

Nice story!  I liked how she took her revenge sexually not just rip him apart.  I'm getting awfully tired of violent amazon stories. Its all they seem to do nowadays.

[David]

I like the Mary Poppins riff.

[gblock01]

Beautifully written! Another wonderful story. How's this for a story title: "Spinach is a Dish Best Served Cold" ?
I pulled the idea from the saying "Revenge is a dish best served cold."

[Author]

Posts