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I really like Olga Waiting. She looks heroic, and she's a good character. Thanks for posting!

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Interesting stuff – I like the layers that are coming in here. Thanks for writing so well and so quickly. 😉

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Wow, that's an awesome work. Thanks so much for sharing it with us. 😮

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Yay, the guy's wife finally got some growth! Good for her. ;D

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Yes, without hesitation. There are two rules, though:

1) It must be relevant to the story. I'm not going to hock some products just for the sake of hocking some products.
2) It must not be overdone. That is so important – I've been to a few films where product placement is so prevalent that it ends up distracting from the actual film as you count the brand names that fly past. 🙁

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You're right, she does look awesome in formal wear! 😀 And the corset. And her underwear. In short, delicious. Thanks for sharing this great work!

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I love the Katie pic. Very… suggestive. 😉

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Interesting, if wild! ;D Can't wait to see how the date works out.

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Yeah, ouch. Wouldn't want to mess with her in a fight! 😮

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La traduction! Or, er, the translation. 😉

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Sylvie had, quite by chance, found a folder on the family computer in which Luc stored photos, drawings, videos and stories, all taken from the Internet, and all dedicated to muscular women.

At first she was intrigued, then amused by these unreal amazons using their unbelievable strength. A good number of the drawings showed puny little men in the grasp of a monumental companion, against whom they had no chance.

How had she missed this fantasy of her husband's? Why had he never spoken to her about it? She shook her pretty blonde head. It was true that there had been a few signs. For example, that feverish passion he had displayed when, just for kicks, she had flexed, for his curious fingers, the biceps she had. Certainly, Sylvie did not have anything like the sculpted physique of the girls whose images and videos Luc collected. However, being a high-level gymnast for many years had meant that her biceps were at least as big as those of her sedentary companion, though they were much harder.

She didn't know what to think. "After all," she thought, "Luc has the right to his own secret garden. What strange fruits it contains!"

A greedy smile drew her pink lips out at the funny thought that had just crossed her mind. Would he be up to it if she had wanted to manhandle him? That question would never have occurred to her up to that point. Centuries of culture forbade Sylvie to inverse the hierarchy of her relationship. She thought of the cooling of their sexual relations. Maybe if she whaled on her husband's lazy hide… a shiver that she tried to suppress washed over her. Why not?

She stood in front of the full-length mirror inside the wardrobe of their bedroom and adopted an awkward bodybuilder's pose.

"Not bad at all!" she couldn't stop herself whispering. It was true that she could even have supported a comparison with some of the less muscled models Luc had collected. Could her wisp of a husband resist? With an irrefutable obviousness the answer imposed itself upon her: surely not!

At four o'clock Sylvie left the house for the hairdresser's, where she had an appointment. She was wearing a white cotton sleeveless T-shirt and a short skirt of the same colour that gave her the sporty air that she had already claimed!

The neighbour and his son greeted her with something in their eyes that she identified, decisively, as admirative lust. "Definitely!" she thought, amused. "And I haven't even had my first bodybuilding session!" She had already made the decision: if Luc wanted muscle he would have it! There was, not far from the hairdresser's, a bodybuilder's gym. One of her friends, Françoise, went regularly.

It was strange… she had never, up until then, imagined herself wanting to resemble her athletic friend, even if, she now recognised, she thought she looked like a goddess. How daft!

As tall as Sylvie herself was, Françoise was, indisputably, much stronger than Jean-François, her pot-bellied little husband. She had never been able to imagine the couple making love. A shiver went through her once again when she created the scene, inspired by Luc's downloaded drawings, in which an over-muscled giantess vigorously "corrected" her pathetic and whimpering little man.

"What's happened to me?" she shook herself. She didn't want to hurt her husband. However… her life would be much more pleasing if it were her that decided the rules and the games they would play from now on!

"After all," she concluded, "if Luc likes it, being submissive to a well-built woman, why not make him happy?"

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