[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…

[spoonmaster]

All right, here's part 2.  I'm afraid I'm writing Tetsuko probably a good bit stronger than Dave would have made her at this point in her life, hopefully that's okay with everyone.  I hope you all like it.

Tetsuko Fantasy Part 2:  Incident at Derek's House

Tetsuko continues to show off her strength.

*******

“What?!”

“You said if I did one rep you’d kiss my feet.  Well, I did a lot more than one rep. And you said if I out lifted you that you’d show me what tongues were made for.  Well, I think we can both agree that I definitely out lifted you.  So, it’s time to make good on your bet, sweetie pie.”

Derek was still struggling to come to grips with what just happened.  But the more he thought about it, the more he was sure she had to be cheating.  No one that small could be that strong.  That’s all there was to it.  She’d tricked him somehow, that’s the only possible explanation!  “I don’t owe you anything!  You cheated!”

Tetsuko had no illusions that Derek would make good on his bet.  He’d never admit to being bested at anything, especially by a girl.  Derek liked things Derek’s way.  They were always going to his restaurants, hanging out with his friends, watching what he wanted to watch, doing what he wanted to do.  He never even asked her what she wanted to do, Tetsuko doubted he even cared.  He thought it was all about him because he was a senior and she was just a sophomore, he was a man and she was just a girl.  He was bigger, he was stronger, and he thought that gave him the right to do whatever he wanted.

When they met, a little over a year ago, Derek was stronger; but that was before Tetsuko started going to the gym, before she fell in love with working out.  Now the rules were starting to change.  Derek wasn’t the stronger one anymore.  Tetsuko spent a lot of her time and energy over the last year building up her body.  While Derek ate fried food, she ate only healthy food, staying mostly away from the sweets that she normally craved.  While he was lying around on the couch watching TV, she was out running, doing calisthenics, or any number of physical activities. While he might pick up his weights two or three times a week and run half heartedly through some sets, she was at the gym every single day, hour after hour, building up her body with all the energy she had.  And they had just seen the results.  He might be in good shape and decently strong for a guy his size, but she was in phenomenal shape, and very strong for someone twice her size.  His muscles might have been a little bigger, but hers were a lot harder, better toned, and as she’d just proved, much, much stronger.

And yet as strong as she knew she was becoming, she remained very humble.  Tetsuko wasn’t normally one to show off, and she’d never belittle someone who she knew was weaker.  Too many people avoided the gym because they were embarrassed to be weaker than some of the other gym goers, so Tetsuko made sure to be as encouraging as possible to everyone at her gym. 

But Derek wasn’t just anybody.  He was shallow and condescending, and way too full of himself.  It was well past time that someone knocked him down a peg, and Tetsuko was pretty sure this was the night it would happen.  She’d never challenged anyone in a test of strength before.  She knew she was strong and didn’t feel the need to make other people feel bad to prove it.  But she had to admit, showing up Derek to the degree she just did made her feel kind of good.  She never felt so… powerful!  She liked the feeling, and relished the opportunity to goad him into another “challenge”.

So she regarded her boyfriend with a questioning glance.  “What do you mean I cheated?”

“I mean you had to have used some kind of trick that you learned at the gym.  Some kind of cheat you gym dorks use to make you look stronger, cause there’s no way you’re that strong!”

Tetsuko sighed.  Normally his name calling would get her dander up, but her feeling of power was making her euphoric, and his insult just slid off of her.  “Honey, 50lbs is 50lbs.  There’s no trick to making it lighter besides taking off some plates.  I lifted just as much as you did, and I did it with one arm for more than twice the reps!  That’s the dictionary definition of stronger.  Now if you really think that I cheated, that’s fine, let’s just have another little contest, of your choose, and we’ll see if it was just a fluke.”

Derek was thrown off his game.  That she beat him at all, cheating or not, (she had to be cheating) really pissed him off.  Normally he made himself feel better by pissing her off, but his insults didn’t seem to be working.  She was just standing there with that stupid grin on her face, and then she had the nerve to taunt him!  He was almost pissed enough to hit her, but he’d gotten in trouble doing that before, and he’d somewhat learned to keep his temper.  He’d learned long ago that the best way to deal with Tetsuko when she was acting like this was to simply ignore her, then she’d eventually just leave.

“No thanks.  I don’t feel like playing any games.”  He grabbed the bottle of wine and went over to plop on the couch and flipped on the TV to a baseball game.

Tetsuko felt a slight pang of irritation, but let it slide off her.  This was Derek’s game, but today they weren’t playing Derek’s game.  Tetsuko knew she was in control, and there was no way she was giving it back.  This was going to be a long night for Derek Horner!  She would see to that!  He thought he knew her buttons, he did know her buttons, and he just loved to push them.  But tonight the rules were changing, and she knew a couple buttons of her own.  If he didn’t want to challenge her, then she’d challenge him.

She grabbed up her glass of wine and walked over to sit next to Derek, who studiously ignored her.  “Time to give him a nudge in the right direction.” She thought to herself. Quick as a cat, she reached out and snatched the remote control up off of the couch and changed the channel.

“What the hell are you doing, I was watching that!”  Derek grabbed for the remote, but Tetsuko was too quick and yanked it from his reach.  She adjusted her hand to hold the remote in a tight grip and then held it out to Derek. 

“I’m sorry, here you go.”  Tetsuko said in her sultriest voice.

Derek reached out his hand and tried to snatch the remote from her grip, but to his surprise, his hand simply slid off the remote.  Thinking he just got a bad grip, he grabbed the remote again, this time making sure his grip was tight, and tried to pull again, but nothing happened.  Not only was he unable to pry the remote from her hand, but her arm didn’t move one iota.  It was like trying to tug on an iron pole.

“What’s a matter?  Is the big, strong man having a little problem?”  Derek looked up to see Tetsuko grinning at him as she took a small sip of her wine. 

Starting to really get pissed off, Derek reached out and grabbed the remote with both hands, and pulled with all of his might.  Nothing!  The remote barely budged!  He was using two hands! There’s no way she could be this strong!  Yet she sat there with that shit eating grin, sipping her wine, looking for all the world like they were just holding hands.  God damned bitch!

Derek let go of the remote, not wanting to give Tetsuko the satisfaction of beating him again.  He was starting to get a little worried that she really was that strong, but there was no way he was going to let her know that.  “Fine, we’ll watch your stupid program!”  Derek sat down with a huff and started to pout.  Son of a bitch, it was a god damned cooking show!

Unfortunately for Derek, Tetsuko was far from done.  She had overpowered him with one hand again!  Sure he gave up without too much of a fight, but that was just because he knew he was loosing.  And now he was pouting!  What a baby!  But if he thought she was done with him, he was sadly mistaken.  Tetsuko could feel her heart pounding in her chest.  She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins.  She felt powerful, more powerful than she had ever felt before.  It was time to up the ante and really humiliate Derek.

Tetsuko put down the remote and her glass of wine.  Then, using very exaggerated movements, she reached down to the hem of her shirt, and very slowly, very sensuously, pulled it up over her head.  This certainly got Derek’s attention. 

There were many things that attracted Derek to Tetsuko when they first met.  She had beautifully flowing, naturally blonde hair.  She had smooth, tanned skin.  She had a face that could make her a model of any magazine in the world.  But most of all, the thing that attracted Derek, was Tetsuko’s amazingly firm, voluptuous, and perfect breasts.  As worried and angry as he was becoming of Tetsuko’s seemingly superior strength, the sight of her bra clad, perfectly sculpted tits, was enough to send Derek into an animalistic lust. 

Tetsuko flung her shirt casually over her shoulder and turned on the couch to face Derek.  His eyes were glued to her breasts, as she knew they would be.  There were times when she’d be put off by such lecherous behavior, but now, knowing the power she had over him, and the way he was staring at her in awe and lust, she felt like a goddess. 

Reaching down to once again grab the remote, she gently slid it up her body, before tracing it around her breasts for a few moments.  Satisfied that Derek’s attention was completely on her, she slid the remote down the chasm between her two massive mammaries until only the top half of it was still sticking out.  She crossed her arms in front of her chest, pushing her breasts out even further, and leaned forward towards Derek.  “Clearly my arms are just too strong for you, so let’s try to level the playing field a bit.  Now all you have to do is overpower these big, lush, beautiful boobies of mine, and then I’ll be all yours.  Come and get it, big boy!”

For all he’d been through this night, Derek found himself in an unbelievable state of ecstasy.  He wanted to ravish her right here and now, but he knew he couldn’t.  She was in control, and there was no way he was going to let her keep it.  All he had to do to regain it was to win this ultimate battle of the sexes: his manly muscles, against her soft feminine breasts.  He lunged forward with an unmatched ferocity and grabbed at the remote.  There was just barely enough of it sticking out for him to get his hands around.  Getting a firm grip, he leaned back, and pulled with all his might.

Tetsuko braced against his onslaught.  Her triceps bulged out of her arms as she pressed against her breasts with all of her might, and she felt her chest swell as her pecs hardened into stone.  She felt him grab the remote, and flexed her muscles for all they were worth. 

Unfortunately, it seemed that Tetsuko had finally bitten off more than she could chew, as slowly but surely, Derek started to pull the remote from her cleavage.  “Damn my stupid arrogance!”  She thought.  Now everything that she’d gained tonight by besting him would be for naught and all because she got too big for her britches.

Derek knew it too.  He was actually shocked at how difficult it was to pull the remote from Tetsuko’s breasts.  But it was moving.  He was finally beating her, and as the thrill of victory filled him, he started to feel the need to gloat.  “So you thought you were some kind of supergirl, huh.  Well this should teach you to respect the stronger sex!  And if it doesn’t, maybe me shoving my dick in your mouth will!”

Damn him!  The stronger sex?!  So now that he was winning the bet was back on!  Tetsuko felt rage start to bubble.  Anger and determination fueled Tetsuko’s body, there was no way she was going to let Derek win, she had to beat him.  Taking a deep breath, she poured all of her power into one last flex, and her body responded, growing bigger than it ever had before, harder than it ever had before, and stronger than it ever had before.  The remote stopped moving!  Stuck as though it was set in cement. 

Derek was surprised as his progress was halted. But he’d almost won, the remote was almost out.  He leaped up off the couch, grabbed the remote again, and pulled with all the might and leverage he could muster. 

But Tetsuko was not to be denied as she poured more and more strength she never knew she had into her chest.  Finally, the cheep plastic remote could take no more.  She heard a crack coming from her chest, and then felt her breasts slam together as the device shattered under the power of her mighty chest. 

The part Derek was holding separated from the rest of the device and he lost his balance, falling backward onto his ass.  He wore a look of triumph on his face, thinking that he’d won, until he held up what remained of his now ruined remote.  All color drained from his face as what just happened started to sink in.

Tetsuko stood, and spread her breasts apart, allowing shattered chunks of plastic and wiring to fall to the ground.  Once she cleaned all the remains from her chest, she put her hands on her hips, puffed out her chest, and looked down at the man before her.  “Now, I believe it’s time for you to pleasure the real stronger sex!”

to be continued…

[spoonmaster]

Hey thanks for the compliments.  It's always nice to hear people like what I do, escpecially from the man I'm tributing.

As for the AC story, more will be forthcoming. I'm pretty busy day to day, and I don't have a ton of time to write.  This was a story I started before I started the Amazon Cruise story, I just didn't know how to end it, so I thought I'd lay out a bit of what I already had to see if anyone was interested in reading more.

Anyhow, hopefully you'll get the next installment of Amazon Cruise by the end of the week. 

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Just a little FYI, I've been throwing this stuff up there without any kind of proofreading at all.  I know that's lazy, but when I get finished I simply don't have the energy to read the whole thing again.  So sorry about all the mistakes, but I'm glad people are enjoying it.

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(part 2)

John Thomas walked towards the cruise ship in a daze, trying to come to terms with what he just saw.  His suitcase had to weigh around 40lbs.  God knows it was heavy enough for him to carry. But those women just lifted a cart with 30 other cases, at least 30, plus the weight of the cart!  It had to be close to 1500 pounds of weight!  Nicole, the strongest woman that John had ever met, wouldn’t be able to budge the smallest corner of that cart off the ground.  But those two women just picked it up.  And they didn’t even seem to be trying!

It was impossible of course.  No one was that strong.  The world’s two strongest men would have trouble moving that cart more than a few feet.  There had to be some kind of explanation.  It was then that John noticed that he hadn’t seen another passenger yet.  That was no accident; he’d arrived at the boat extra early to avoid any kind of lines.  But if there were no other passengers, then where had the other suitcases come from?  A trick!  Fill a cart full of a bunch of empty suitcases, a cart that was made of light weight material, and then throw one regular suitcase on it.  All told that probably wouldn’t weigh more than a couple hundred pounds, give or take.  Still a considerable feat of strength, but one well within the abilities of a woman bodybuilder. 

John was pleased with himself at figuring out the deception and more than impressed with the cruise line for the lengths they were willing to go to maintain the illusion that the ship was full of “superwomen”.  With a laugh, John skipped off toward the ship, excited to see what other kinds of tricks might be in store.

Up this close, the ship was as tall as the buildings in downtown Boston.  The first couple of visible decks were almost solid white hull, spangled with small portholes.  John guessed that this part of the ship was used for storage, housing the engine, and general crew quarters.  perhaps some of the coach passenger’s rooms were down here as well, but this was not what Amazon Cruises wanted your first impression of their boat to be. 

John made his way up several flights of stairs until he arrived about four decks up.  There, he found a gangway that led over to the ship that would be his home for the next week. 

At the far end of the gangway, standing out front of the door leading into the ship, was the tallest woman that John had ever seen in his life.  She took up almost the entire height of the gangway, which was well over John’s head.  He looked down at her feet, sure that she must be wearing some kind of high heals, or platform shoes, but was shocked to see her standing there in flip flops. 

Flame red hair framed a face dotted with freckles and seemingly fixed with a permanent smile.  Her emerald eyes twinkled as she waited expectantly for John to approach.  Her fair skin was a sharp contrast to Amy and the two luggage girls, and her limbs were much slimmer, though the definition in her arms was still clear and pronounced, even in her relaxed state.  She wore the same, bleach white, form fitting outfit the other women had worn with long pants, short sleeves, and the front unbuttoned a few buttons more than most people would consider descent.  While she might have been lacking in the muscle mass of the other women, she certainly wasn’t lacking in the chest development.  Two of the most humongous breasts that John had ever seen in person stood at attention nearly eye level to him.  On the right one sat a gold plate with the name Kyla.

“Hello, and welcome to the maiden voyage of Amazon Cruise Lines.  I’d like to be the first to welcome you on board the Amazon Princess.  My name is Kyla Hayes; I am the Cruise Director for your voyage.  I will be making sure that your experience on the Amazon Princess will be a memorable one.”  Kyla reached out a large hand that engulfed John’s smaller one.  Her handshake was firm, yet gentle, and she genuinely seemed happy to see John.

“Hello, my name is John Thomas, and I will be your passenger this week.”  John tended to use humor to mask his anxiety.  You didn’t stand next to a woman a foot taller and probably capable of crushing your hand to dust without being a little anxious. “And I must say, if everyone is as friendly as the people I’ve met so far, I’m sure I’ll have a great time.”

Kyla’s smile seemed to take up her whole face.  “Well, Mr. Thomas, customer service is our number one priority.  If there’s anything that we can do to improve your experience don’t hesitate to ask.”

John could think of a couple things she could do right now to make his experience the most memorable ever, and it truly seemed an impossible feat to tear his gaze from her incredible cleavage (if Kyla minded John gawking at her chest, she certainly did a great job at hiding it), but what he said was “Well, if you could tell me how to get to my room, that would be a great start.”

“Gladly.  Ooooo, first class.”  John couldn’t decide whether Kyla smile turned seductive, or predatory “Well, Mr. Thomas, we will be taking very good care of you indeed.”  Predatory or not, John had to nearly cross his legs to keep his dick from ripping through his pants. 

Kyla gave John clear directions on how to get to his room, and then reminded him that there was going to be a big deck party when the ship disembarked that he didn’t want to miss.  John thanked her and moved into the ship, unsure whether Kyla’s hand brushing across his rear was accidental or on purpose.

If there was any doubt that the Amazon Princess was a new ship from the outside, stepping inside took away all doubt. Freshly bright colored walls and muted lighting created a cozy atmosphere.  Mahogany fixtures and brass railings added an air of opulence to the atmosphere.  The floor seemed to be made of marble where it wasn’t covered with plush carpet.  Ferns, palm trees and wild flowers tastefully decorated the tall open courtyard that John first walked into.  Glass walled shops lined the walls on the three floors he could see, with bars scattered around so that a fresh drink was never more than a step away.  The entire place was a mixture of the faint chemical smell of fresh paint and new carpet washed over by the smell of fresh flowers and a perfume scent that John found quite pleasing. 

John moved through stair wells and hallways, following the directions that Kyla gave him, admiring the unique artwork and pictures on the wall.  There were scenes of tropical paradises interspaced with pictures of powerful amazon women either posing, or performing various feats of strength.  John had a pretty good knowledge of past and present female bodybuilders and recognized none of the ladies in any of the shots.  None the less, everyone was a perfect blend of power and femininity.  Smooth skin and womanly curves were accompanied by perfect muscular definition and form.  The pictures portraying strength continued the theme John had seen before of “superwomen”.  Women were bending solid metal bars, or lifting enormous weights or men in a variety of different ways.  John was very impressed with the photo manipulation software that was used.  If he didn’t know any better, he’d say the picture were real.

His room was a deck below topside, and shared a hallway with 4 other doors.  The size of John’s room was quite impressive.  A queen size bed dominated one wall.  Opposite the bed was a small sitting area with a couch and an arm chair surrounding a small coffee table.  To the left of the bed, a door led to a descent sized bathroom.  To the right of the bed, twin glass doors led out to a balcony that was itself half the size of the room.  The room was decorated much like the rest of the ship; cream colored walls surround mahogany wooden furniture.  Everything looked brand new, right down to the 36” plasma TV that could be viewed from the bed or the sitting area.  The other major piece of furniture in the room was a weight bench with a sizable stack of weights on a rack next too it.  John wondered at the amount of weight they put in the room, it was far more than he could lift in anyway he could conceive using the weight bench.

There was a knock on the door as John was exploring his home away from home, which he went to answer.  “Hello?  What can I…”  John’s voice caught in his throat as he stared speechless at the vision before him.

Another of the Amazon Princess’s crew members was standing in his doorway, holding his luggage.  If Amy and Kyla were pretty, then this woman (Mia, according to her name tag) was absolutely gorgeous.  She wore the same bleach white, form fitting, sailor outfit as everyone had on, unbuttoned to show the same amazing cleavage that the other women displayed. Her arm and face were perfectly tanned.  Platinum blonde hair fell in waves from her head, framing a face that was the most beautiful that John had ever seen.  Her eyes were two pools of blue that set his heart on fire as they matched the grin on her full pouty lips.  That smile warmed his heart and made him forget about everything but her face. 

Mia walked into the room unbidden, gently brushing her silky smooth arm up against John, sending shivers up and down John’s spine.  She wasn’t quite as tall as Kyla, though his eyes only came up to her mouth, nor was she as thickly built as Amy, though her relaxed arms nearly pulsed with power.  Her proportions were perfect, everything about her was perfect.  She glided across the room with the grace of a dancer and set John’s luggage down near his bed.  When she turned around and spoke to him, her voice was like a choir of angels.

“Hello, and welcome to the maiden voyage of Amazon Cruise Lines.  My name is Mia Sundell, and I will be your concierge for the voyage.”

It took John a couple of minutes to realize that she was looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to reply.  He realized that he was staring at her with his mouth open, though if she was upset by it she was certainly hiding it well.  In fact, she seemed to be enjoying the effect she was having on him.  “Uh, um, oh, my name is Job, I mean John, John Thomas.  It’s very nice to meet you.”  John stuck out his hand, which Mia took in a polite and firm shake.

“Well, Mr. Thomas, I am in charge of this section.  Lucky for you there are only three other passengers in this section, so I will have plenty of time to attend to your every need.”  The smile and wink that she gave him was more than suggestive.  Mia walked over to the coffee table and picked up a folder. 

“Let me tell you a little bit about our cruise.  The boat is brand new, just built this year.  You will be among the first passengers ever.  There is a 700 person capacity with 200 crew members to make sure your vacation is as perfect as can be.  This here is a copy of Muscle Minutes, which is the ships daily news letter that gives you a daily schedule of all ships events.  You will get one under your door every morning.  In addition to the Muscle Minutes, there is a dedicated channel on your TV that will go over all the features of the ship as well as current activities.  Your TV is a full satellite selection including the premium channels and Amazon Princess’s own channel which caters to our unique clientele.

“As a first class passenger, in addition to more comfortable accommodations and more personal service, you receive one free voucher for an hour in our Amazon Fantasy Theatre.  There’s a small pamphlet in the folder that will give you a brief overview, and there is a receptionist at the Theatre that will be happy to answer any questions you might have.  You may redeem your voucher at any time during the voyage; we only ask that you give us 24 hours to prepare to make sure you get the best presentation we can give.  Do you have any questions?”

“No, no.  I think that covered it.”  John nearly kicked himself for saying that.  Ask a question stupid, damn it, do anything to keep her in the room as long as you possibly can!

Mia was saying something that John wasn’t listening to as she started toward the door.  He was trying to think of something to say to her.  “Um, I do have one question.”

Mia turned and flashed John an expectant smile that made John’s whole body shiver. 

“Well, uh, I read in one of your brochures, when I was booking my trip, I read that all of the women on the ship were stronger than man on earth.  And, well, it’s just; it’s kind of hard to believe.  That all these women could be so strong, and I was, uh, I was wondering whether or not that’s true.  About the strength I mean.”  John’s heart was beating so fast and so loudly we wasn’t sure he’d be able to hear her answer.

Mia smiled turned to an amused one as she took a moment to answer the question.  “No, I’m afraid that’s not true.”

John heart fell in a bit of disappointment at being misled, though he was willing to live with that disappointment if he could only spend more time with Mia.  Wait, what?  “I’m sorry what did you say?”

“I said, not all the girls have finished all the stages of the treatment yet.  It took us quite some time to find enough willing to be part of the crew, and they decided there were enough crew members strong enough to go out on our maiden voyage.  That’s one of the reason the tickets were cheaper.  But in a month or so, all of our crew will be done the treatment and will be much stronger than you could ever imagine.”

John had no idea what she was talking about.  What treatment?  What stages?  It all kind of sounded hokey to him.  But if not all the girls had finished yet, did that mean that some did?  Did that mean there were some women on board that were stronger than any man alive?  And if there were some who finished the treatment…

“Well, um, did, uh, you finish, the uh, treatment?”  John felt like his face was on fire.

One of Mia’s eyebrow’s arched and her smile changed again, this time to a predatory one.  She slowly swayed towards John, who felt his heart beat louder with every step.  “Are you asking me, if I’m stronger than you?”  John nodded furiously; his cock was threatening to burst through his clothes. “Well, Mr. Thomas, I’m 6’1” tall.  I weigh 212lbs of rock hard, solid muscle.  My biceps are 18.5”, my thighs are 29” and my calves are 20”.  I have a 49” chest and my whole body is harder than steel, so you tell me, do you think I’m stronger than you?”

Mia was standing just inches away from John now.  He had to look up to see her eyes.  “Yes, definitely you are.”

“How much?”

“How much what?”

“How much stronger do you think I am?”  Mia brought her arm up and flexed.  Her bicep exploded into the most perfectly formed muscle John had ever seen in his life.  “Do you think I’m twice as strong as you?”

There was no doubt in his mind that she was stronger than him. She outweighed him by almost 30lbs, all muscle.  Twice his strength seemed like a lot, but looking at her arm, he wasn’t sure that twice was enough.  “Yeah, at least twice.”

Apparently that was the right answer, because Mia shot one of her beaming smiles and grabbed John’s arm.  “Well, let’s go find out.”

Mia led John over to the room’s weight bench and motioned John toward it.  “All right He-man, let’s see what you got.”

John wasted no time going over to load up the bench.  He had no idea how much he could max out at, but he knew what he normally lifted in the gym.  So he loaded up the barbell with 135lbs and lay down.  John cranked out as many reps as he could; he wanted to try to impress this muscle goddess.  He was pleasantly surprised that his heightened state of arousal seemed to give him a little more strength.  He managed 12 reps with the weight, 2 more than he normally did. 

Mia did in fact seem impressed, which John lapped up like a dog.  She looked as though she was considering something.  Finally she went over to the stack of weights and started adding a couple plates to the bar.  “There you go.”  she said when she finished.  “185lbs.  That should be just about your max.  Now let me see what my big strong man could do.”
Fueled by his desire to please Mia, John attacked the bar with a ferocity that he’d never before felt.  Three times he managed to press the bar, which was more weight than he’d ever lifted before.  Mia actually clapped for him as he sat up, drained from his exertion.

“Very impressive. You must spend a lot of time in the gym to be so strong.  Now, let’s see if I’m not just a little bit stronger.”  Mia scratched her chin for a bit, and then went back to adjusting the weight.  John watched in wonder as she added plate after plate.  He counted up the plates on each side, 3 45lbers, 1 25lber and a 5lber.  Plus the weight of the bar came up to 375lbs!  It sounded like a lot of weight in his head but looking at it stacked on a bar, it seemed like even more. 

“Now, if I was twice as strong as you, I’d be able to lift this three times.  Do you think I can do it?” 

As big as she was, John had doubts.  In all his time at the gym he hadn’t seen very many guys able to bench so much weight, and those that could were a good deal bigger than Mia.  “I guess.”

Mia laughed, it sounded like music.  She lay down on the bench and grabbed the bar.  John could hardly keep his eyes off her DD cup breasts that sat up straight from her chest.  So intent was he on her breasts, he didn’t notice she lifted the bar until it was lowered to them.  He was stunned at her strength.  Sure she looked strong, but that was a lot of weight, and yet she didn’t seem to be having much problem.  She made none of the grunts and deep breaths that John made when he lifted half as much, nor did she make any of the jerky movements.  Smooth as silk the bar rose up off of her chest to the full extension of her arms where she held it for just a moment before lowering it back down to her chest.  She did her three reps as easy as if the bar was empty, but she didn’t stop there.  Again she lowered and raised the weight, and again, and again!  John couldn’t believe what he was seeing!  Her arms shot up and down like pistons, hammering out another 4 reps before replacing the bar on the rack.  Ten reps!  At 375lbs!  John couldn’t believe it.  And what was more, she sat up looking as though she just got up from a nap, smiling like he’d just told a joke.  In fact, she yawned, thrusting her chest out to the point where John was shocked it didn’t break through her shirt.

“Mmmmmm, that was good.  I love the feel of lifting.  Even a weight as light as this.”  Mia looked over at John and ran her tongue around her lips.  “So do you still think I’m just twice your strength?”

If John’s jaw wasn’t attached, it probably would have fallen off.  In his wildest dreams he couldn’t have imagined a woman so strong, but she was just getting started.  As he stood there gaping at her, Mia stood and started increasing the weight on the bar!  Plate after plate was added until there was no room to fit any more.  Eight 45lb plates on each side of the bar: 765lbs!  More than twice what she just lifted! 

Mia got under the weight again, flashing John another knowing wink, and with no fanfare at all, she grabbed the bar and started lifting.  John had never seen anyone in his life lift so much, even once.  But Mia wasn’t stopping with one.  Rep after tireless rep, Mia benched the super heavy bar.  She showed no signs of stopping or even tiring.  She blasted through 10 reps without so much as slowing a bit.  She was humming as she blasted through 20.  She actually started to lift in rhythm with the song she was humming.  Finally, on her 30th rep, she pushed the bar so hard off her chest it left her hands and rose so high in the air it nearly hit the ceiling.  She easily caught it and replaced it on the rack.  She sat up, showing no more signs of fatigue than she did before.  And she actually started to laugh at the expression John was wearing.

“I don’t believe it, no one’s that strong.  It’s impossible.”  John’s stammering made Mia laugh even louder.  “Those have to be fake or something.”

“You think so?”  Mia sounded amused.  She got up off the bench, grabbed the bar and curled it to her chest.  She then carried it over to where John was standing and set it down at his feet.  “Well then, if you think it’s so easy, let’s see you lift it.”

John’s mind was in shock, he was going through denial.  He knew the world record for the bench press was more than 765lbs, but he doubted the world’s strongest man could handle that weight as easily as Mia just did.  It had to be fake!  He knew at least what he lifted was real, it sure was heavy, but the plates he lifted were from the top of the stack.  Maybe all the other plates were fake.  That had to be it.  Confident that this would all just wind up being a joke, or some kind of gag, John reached down and grabbed the weight, sure of his ability to lift it.

He was sorely mistaken.  It was like trying to lift a building.  Not only could he not lift it, he couldn’t even budge it.  Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard Mia laughing even harder.  He couldn’t understand.  How could she lift it?  She couldn’t be that strong, it wasn’t possible!

“You need a hand.”  It was the most seductive voices John had ever heard and for a second he thought she was going to grab for his crotch.  Instead she reached down and grabbed the weight with one hand.  “Ready, on the count of three.  One, two, three.”  And just like that, John shot up to a standing position, bringing the weight up with him.  It was still heavy, but he was able to hold it.

Mia was giving him a sultry look.  One of her hands was on the bar, helping him lift, while the other was planted on her hip.  “All right, now we’re going to curl it up to your chest.  Ready?  One, two, three!”  Again the bar came up.  It seemed to take John most of his strength, Mia seemed to know exactly how much help he needed.

“All right, now we’re going to push it way up over your head.  Now this will be very hard, so make sure you’ve got a firm grip on the bar.”  John adjusted his grip, grabbing the bar so tightly that his knuckles turned white.  “Are you ready?  One, two, three.”

This was much more difficult, and went much slower.  But as John’s arms slowly rose further and further over his head, he thought his original assessment was correct.  There must have been some kind of magnet on the floor holding it down, and when she helped him, she somehow turned it off.  John didn’t know how much he could lift over his head, but it was nowhere near 765lbs, and she was still using only one arm to help him.  It must be something just a little over what he could lift.  Regardless of what the true weight of the bar was, he was plenty pleased with himself when his elbows finally locked, and he held the bar over his head.  He looked up at Mia’s eyes and shot her a triumphant smile.  She just looked down at him with that amused look, like she knew something he didn’t.  He wasn’t sure what that was about, but he didn’t have long to think about it.

Strangely, as he held the bar over his head, it seemed to get lighter and lighter.  Soon the bar seemed almost weightless in his hands.  Barely did he have time to consider what was happening before he felt himself start to lift up onto his toes. His mind was whirling, trying to figure out what was happening, when suddenly his feet were off the ground.  John was confused.  He didn’t understand how he was dangling in mid air.  He looked to Mia’s face for clues and got another surprise. He was looking down into her eyes.  She wore the widest grin he’d seen on her and she looked up.  He followed her gaze all the way up to the bar and suddenly, it dawned on him what was happening.  She had toyed with him.  She had made him think he was lifting the bar when actually she was doing all the lifting, with just one arm!  The bar really was 765lbs!  And she lifted it with just one arm!  Not only that, her arm was longer than his, and as she kept lifting when he could no longer reach, she had lifted him as well as the bar.  She was supporting nearly half a ton with one hand!  And she was smiling! 

John was so stunned he let go.  He didn’t realize how far above the ground he was and was unprepared to land, falling on his butt, but he hardly noticed.  All he could do was gawk at his gorgeous, perfect, super strong concierge, as she effortlessly held a 765lb barbell over her head with just one arm.  He felt like he was going to explode.

“Awe, this must be a little more than you were expecting.  You look like you’re gonna blow a gasket.  Here, let me help.”  She put the weight down like it was her purse and helped John to his feet.  John was about to thank her, when she reached down to his pants and unbuckled his belt.

“Whoa, what are you doing?”

“Just helping to relieve you of a little pressure.”  She unbuttoned his pants and slid them and his underwear all the way down to his ankles.  She eyed his cock with an appraising look.  “Mmmmmm, not bad at all.”  She then grabbed him around the waist, and lifted him right up off the ground to hold him up above her head.

John thought he couldn’t take much more before he shot his wad all over her face.  Fortunately, that wasn’t far from what Mia had in mind.  Mia lowered John to her head, taking his entire erection into her mouth.  John shuttered as waves of pleasure spasmed his entire body.  It wasn’t long before John experienced the most intense orgasm he’d ever felt. 

Wasted, John’s body hung limp in Mia’s arms as she lowered him down to a cradle.  She carried him over to his bed and gently laid him down in it.  “Why don’t you go ahead and take a nap.”  He heard her voice as he plunged toward unconsciousness.  “You should be up in plenty of time for our disembarking party.  Trust me you don’t want to miss that.”

to be continued…

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Thanks for all the compliments, I'm glad people enjoyed it. 

The idea wasn't to make Matt seem like a weakling, but to highlight how much stronger Janet is than a man of average strength.  I know the Janet Steele character is supposed to be a more realistic character, and the character in my story is much stronger than a woman of Janet's size would be, but I suppose you can just chalk that up to personal taste as I've always been a fan of women much stronger than the men they're with.

Anyhow, thanks for the critique.  I've almost finished another Dave Matthews fanfic.  This one stars Tetsuko (pre-transformation).  I'll post it as soon as it's done.

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part 2

Matt’s heart started beating fast again, and he could feel a stirring in his loins.  In some ways, this was even better than sex.  Matt had sex before, but never in his life had a female bodybuilder offered to fulfill all of his fantasies about strong, muscular women. 

Janet plopped down on Matt’s lap, grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him in for a long, sensual kiss.  She then grabbed one of his hands, and closed it around the zipper to her track suit.  “Why don’t you go ahead and open your first gift.”

Matt needed no further prodding as he eagerly pulled the zipper down, exposing Janet’s tanned, toned, voluptuous physique. Janet got up off of Matt’s lap and let the suit top fall down off of her shoulders and onto the floor.  She then slid her pants down off of her legs, and Matt got his best look ever at the body of Janet Steele.

Standing 5'9" tall, Janet possessed a degree of muscularity that Matt had never seen in a woman.  The white bikini she wore did little to hide her incredible physique.  Thick slabs of muscle covered her thighs, flaring out from her waist.  They tapered down into two diamond shaped calves that looked hard as steel.  Her waist (which seemed smaller than either thigh) was covered by ridges of solid abdominals, which widened up to one of the most incredible chests that Matt had ever seen.  Two voluptuous, perfectly shaped, D cup breasts sat high on slabs of pectoral muscles that few women could develop.  The arms hanging from her bowling ball shoulders were large and shapely even in their relaxed state, hinting to great power.  Matt knew that Janet weighed almost 160lbs.  He couldn't imagine 160lbs put together in a more perfect form.

After giving Matt a moment to take in her form, Janet brought her right arm up and tensed it.  A perfectly shaped, softball sized mound exploded upwards.  Matt sat entranced as Janet repeatedly flexed and relaxed first her right arm, then her left arm over and over, all the while wearing the most beautiful smile on her face.

Soon Janet added other body parts to her flexing display.  She popped out her humongous thighs, rippled her rock hard abs and bounced her breasts up and down as she flexed her pecs.  She finished with a double bicep flex that had Matt sweating.

Janet loved the effect she was having on her boyfriend.  It had been awhile since she posed for anyone, and she really loved showing off her body.  "Now I'm not exactly in contest shape," she said while holding her last pose "but I try to keep fairly cut all year around."

"You look amazing!  I never thought a woman could look as beautiful as you do right now, and I certainly can't imagine you looking any better."  Matt was in such a high state of arousal that he sped through his speech.

Janet sexily swayed over to Matt, and straddling his legs, sat down on his lap.  She was pleased as she noticed the obvious tenting in his pants.  She reached down and started to gently stroke his cock.  "Mmmmmm, like what you see, huh?"

Matt nodded excitedly up and down, trying to keep from coming.  But watching Janet’s chest heave up and down with every breath is nearly more than he can handle.

“Would you like to feel my muscles?”  The words were barely out of Janet’s mouth before Matt reached out to grab her arm.

Matt was amazed at what he felt.  Her skin was like silk.  There wasn’t a single blemish that he could see.  No freckles or birthmarks.  And her tan was perfectly even, leaving no doubt to how she preferred to sunbathe.  On top of that her arm was amazingly hard.  Even in its relaxed state, he could make only the slightest of dents in her bicep, even squeezing as hard as he could. 

Janet laughed at his exertions and let him probe around for a few moments.  Then she decided to really blow his mind.  She stretched her arm out to her side, and then bending her elbow, flexed her bicep as hard as she could.

Matt was speechless as he felt the muscle grow and harden.  His hands, which could barely contain her arm when it was relaxed, were irresistibly pulled apart by her expanding muscle.  Her bicep was perfect in every way, and if he thought it was hard before, now it was like trying to squeeze a marble.  As hard as he tried he couldn’t even come close to making a dent in the surface. 

“Not bad for a girl, huh?”

“It’s not bad for anyone, your arm is amazing.  I’ve never felt anything so hard before in my life.  You must be strong as an ox!”

“You wanna find out?”  Janet was turning it on now.  Using the sultriest voice she had.

“Uhhhhh…” was all that Matt could manage. 

Janet grabbed Matt’s hands and helped him up from his chair.  She then led him back into the kitchen and sat him down in one of the chairs.  She sat down near him, placed her right elbow on the table and put her arm up in the classic arm wrestling pose.  “Why don’t you find out first hand just how strong I am?”

Matt needed no further encouragement.  He was under no delusion that he was stronger than her, but he just had to feel her power.  He grasped her hand, taking a moment to make sure that he had a proper grip, and then placed his own elbow on the table.  Without any warning or fanfare, he started to push.

Nothing happened!  He couldn’t believe it!  She didn’t appear to be bracing herself, or pushing, or exerting in the slightest, but her arm didn’t moved one iota.  It was like pushing against a building. 

For Janet’s part, she had no idea how strong Matt was.  She’d never seen him lift anything.  She knew her arms were much bigger than his and was fairly certain that she was much stronger than he was.  Once he started pushing, she realized she had overestimated his strength.  She was able to hold him off with practically no effort at all, and instead threw her concentration into appearing unaware that he started.  After letting him push against her for a few moments, she said.  “All right, you ready to start?”

Matt looked up at her with such a look of shock that she lost her serene expression and burst out laughing.  She nearly pushed his hand down by accident as she leaned forward with a hard belly chuckle.  But she caught herself before she lowered his hand all the way and brought the two hands back up to the starting position. 

She stared at him with a smirking grin for a few moments as he tried in vain to budge her arm.  After she was sure he was clear who was in charge she upped the ante.  “Having a tough time of it, huh?  Well I’ll tell you what, I don’t usually condone cheating; however, since it’s your birthday, I’ll let you get away with it this once.  Why don’t you go ahead and try using two hands and we’ll see if that helps at all.”

Janet watched as Matt brought his other hand up without hesitation.  She felt the pressure on her arm increase, but was able to absorb the extra force without too much problem.  In truth, she thought it wouldn’t really matter if he had two more hands.  He was just no match for her one super strong arm.

Matt was shocked all over.  He expected she was strong, but even using the power of both of his arms he couldn’t even budge her arm an inch.  He didn’t know anyone could possibly be this strong!  He looked up at her to see if he was at least making her strain, and was in for yet another shock.  Not only did it appear that she wasn’t straining, she was reading a newspaper!  She wasn’t even paying attention!

“You know, honey, it looks like it might rain tomorrow.”  She said in a voice so calm she could have been talking about… well, the weather.  Matt must have made a sound as he continued his struggle, because she looked up at him and seemed shocked they were still arm wrestling.  “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you gave up.  My you’re turning red.  Let’s stop this before you pop a blood vessel.”  And with that she gently pushed both of his arms down onto the table as casually as one might flip the page on a newspaper.

“There, is that strong enough for you?”

Matt was in awe.  He’d never felt such strength before.  She had to be at least three times as strong as he was, maybe four!  “Was that hard for you at all?”  he nervously asked.

Janet just laughed her musical laugh.  “Did it look like I was straining?”  Janet brought her arm up and started flexing her bicep again.  “Sorry Matt, but I’m afraid you’ve got no chance at all against these muscles.  You’d probably have to invite over a friend to give you a hand or two if you actually wanted a chance to win.”

She had to be teasing.  There was no way she could arm wrestle two guys at once and win?  Was there?  But he didn’t even budge her arm!  Not even an inch…

“Well, you’re gonna need to rest up your arms a little bit before you get the rest of your presents.  So why don’t we have some cake?”

“Sure, I could use a little breather.”

Janet got up and went over to the kitchen counter.  She took a few moments to light the candles on Matt’s cake, then carried it over to him while singing happy birthday, but Matt hardly heard her.  He was too mesmerized by her breasts, for with every note she sang, she bounced one of her breasts in a happy birthday pec flex.

“All right make a wish, and then blow out your candles.”

“Hell, I’ve already got my wish.”  Matt said sincerely as he blew out his candles.  “I can’t imagine wanting anything else than spending time with such an amazing, beautiful, strong woman.  You’re the woman of my dreams, and right now I think I’m the luckiest man alive.”

“Ooooo, you sweet talker.  You keep those compliments coming and you might have a better birthday than you could dream of.”

Janet and Matt slowly enjoyed their cake and each others company.  For awhile, the conversation even left Janet’s muscles and strength.  Matt was pleased with himself for being able to get his mind off his scantily clad girlfriend’s body.  He felt surer than ever that his love for her ran much deeper than just her body.

After Matt’s plate was finally empty, Janet cleared the table and resumed her sexy saunter. “All right sweetie, it’s time to open up some more presents.”

Matt eagerly jumped up and followed Janet back into the family room.  Janet walked over to the corner and picked up the smaller of two wrapped boxes in the corner.  “Here, open this one first.”

Matt grabbed the box from Janet and ripped off the paper.  Tearing open the box, he reached in and pulled out the contents with a perplexed look on his face.  He looked up to Janet’s pleased smile.

“Boxing gloves?”

“That’s right sweetie pie.  Now let me help you put them on.”  Janet spent a couple minutes making sure that Matt’s gloves were on properly and then stepped back and placed her hands on her hips.  “There, perfect fit.”

“Well, that’s great babe, but I’m not much of a boxer.”

“I know that.  I’m not suggesting that you take up the sport.  I’d hate to see that pretty little face of yours get hurt.  These are for our own private use.”

“You want to box me?!”

“No, not exactly.  Remember, I read the diary with all your fantasies.  One was arm wrestling a girl who could beat you, even if you used two hands.  Well, that one was easy enough.  Another was something about a girl with abs so hard your punches would just bounce off of them.  Well, I’m about to go two for two baby.”  Suddenly Janet’s stomach hardened with ridges of thick, perfectly sculpted muscle.  She punched herself in the stomach a couple of times, which made a dull thudding sound.  “Come on honey; give me your best shot!”

“You want me to hit you?!”

“Sure.  You don’t really think you can hurt me do you?  I’ve taken punches from guys a lot bigger and stronger than you.  And I got you those gloves to make sure you don’t hurt those frail little hands of yours.”

Matt gulped.  She got him the gloves to protect his hands from hurting when he hit her?  This woman was unbelievable.

Despite Janet’s assurances, Matt was still afraid to cause Janet any pain.  He walked up to her as she stood there in the classic Wonder Woman pose and threw a half hearted jab into her gut. 

“Matthew, you wouldn’t be able to hurt an infant with a punch like that.  Now I’m serious.  I went to a lot of trouble to put this present together for you, the least you could do is give me one good shot in the ole bread basket!”

Matt was still hesitant, but Janet was actually starting to look upset, because he wasn’t hitting her.  What the hell, he thought, and cocked back his fist and landed a fairly hard punch.  Just like his first feeble attempt, this one just bounced off her abs without moving her a bit. 

Now Janet’s scowl turned back to a smile as Matt started playing along.  “Well, I certainly hope you can do better than that!”

“All right,” he said aloud “you asked for it.”  And Matt let loose with all of his might into the hardest punch he’d ever thrown at anyone.  THUD!!  The sound rang out through the room, but once again, Janet showed no signs of any discomfort, in fact her smile broadened. 

“Now that’s more like it.  Now go ahead and let it loose, as many times as you want, and we’ll see who quits first.” 

Once more Matt was stunned by his girlfriend’s power.  He felt the passion start to stir once more, and with his increased adrenaline came an urge to prove himself to this woman.  And so Matt let go a barrage of punches, lefts and rights, single shots and combinations.  Over and over he smashed his gloved fists into Janet’s exposed belly, and yet she absorbed every single blow.  She even shouted encouragement to him. 

After he must have punched her nearly forty times, he started to feel sore in his shoulders and stopped to take a breather.  Though he noticed while he was breathing heavily, Janet was wearing just as big a smile as when they started.  “Wow, that’s a hard belly you’ve got.  Didn’t any of those punches hurt at all?”

Her laugh was as sweet as ever.  “Honey, you could probably pound on these abs all day and I wouldn’t feel anything.  You really aren’t hitting me all that hard.  Heck, I stopped flexing my abs a while ago, and my little tummy is still too hard for you to penetrate.  Maybe later on I’ll let you try it using a bat.”

Matt was stunned.  She wasn’t even bracing against his shots!  He lashed out again against her tummy and watched as his fist bounced off harmlessly.  He didn’t even dent her relaxed stomach.  Was there no end to the power of this woman? 

“There now, sweaty, no need to wear yourself out, we’ve got plenty more to get to tonight.”  Janet reached out and grabbed Matt’s hand.  She gently led him over to one of the family rooms comfy chairs.  “Why don’t you rest up a little bit before we go on.”

Matt gratefully sat down.  In truth, he was tired from all the punches he threw.  Janet moved around to the back of the chair and started massaging his shoulders.  He felt the tension leave his body as her strong hands worked out all the kinks that he’d worked up.  Matt let out a deep sigh as relaxation set in.  He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy Janet’s gentle ministrations.

“There,” Janet softly whispered in Matt’s ear. “does that feel good?”

“Mmmmmm…”

“Good, now that I’ve got you nice and relaxed, it’s time to go on fulfilling your fantasies.  Now let’s see, what else could your fantasy girl could do?  Ah yes, I remember.”  Matt felt his chair tip backwards, until he was leaning back, looking up at Janet’s face.  “Try not to move around too much, you’re going for a little ride.”

Before Matt could ask what she meant, Janet ducked down behind the chair.  For a moment nothing happened, then, suddenly, the chair started to rise up off the ground.  Matt was stunned at the sudden unexpected movement, and grabbed onto the two armrests in fright.  The chair moved up and up, until it finally stopped, barely a foot from the ceiling.  Confused, Matt tried to figure out what happened, when the chair started to move again.  Now it seemingly floated along across the room, before stopping at a large mirror on one wall.  Matt looked into the mirror, stunned at his reflection.

Janet stood there on the ground, with a huge smile on her face.  Her two hands were stretched far up over her head, and resting on her hands, was the very same chair that Matt was sitting on.  God!  The chair must weigh 30lbs.  Combine that with the 150lbs that Matt weighed, and Janet was holding 180lbs overhead, with apparently little effort. 

“Oh my God!”  Matt managed to stammer.

Janet’s smile widened.  “I see you’re impressed.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“What’s not to believe?  I’ve got huge muscles that are hard as steel, and you’re as light as a feather.  Do you really think this is hard for me?  Let me show you how easy this is.  How old are you now?”

“Um… 25 years old.”

“25 huh.  Well, now I know why girls like to date younger men.  But, 25 it is.  All right Matthew, you count.”

“Count what?  I… woe!”  Matt’s voice was caught in his throat and he gripped the chair anew as it was suddenly being lowered down.  Janet brought it down to the top of her head, and then with no fanfare lifted it right back up, and then back down, and up…

“Um sweetie,” said Janet, stopping her lifts. “you’re supposed to be counting the reps.  Now let’s start again.  And this time I want to hear you counting.”

“Uh, okay… 1!”  Stammered Matt as the chair was once again lowered and raised.  “2,3,4,5…”  Matt kept counting as the chair went up and down, up and down.  Janet’ face became serious as she obviously was concentrating on what she was doing, yet the chair went up and down with hardly a jerk in motion.  She got up into the 20’s before she actually seemed to have to use a little effort, but she was handling his weight so easily even after 25 reps that Matt was sure she could do more.  However, after the 25 rep, Janet once more locked her arms holding the chair high above her head.

“Wow, that was incredible!  I can’t believe you just did that!  Wasn’t it hard?”

“Well, 25 is a lot of reps for 180lbs, but I usually work out with more weight than that.  In fact…”  Matt felt the chair wobble as Janet shifted her hands around under the chair.  Without any fanfare, Janet dropped her left hand, so that she was now supporting the weight of Matt and the chair with just one hand!  She brought her left hand up and flexed her bicep in the mirror.  “Ta da! Not bad for a girl, huh.  Though I guess not every girl has arms like these.  Now, let’s see what we can do.”

Again Matt felt the chair lower down towards the ground, only to rise once more into the air.  Janet was doing reps again, but this time with just one arm!  Matt looked down at her through the mirror and could see the effort and concentration on her face.  She was clearly reaching her max as her arm was shaking and sweat dripped down her face.  Yet for all her struggles, she still managed to knock out 4 reps of one armed lifts before she once again locked her arm with Matt still high above her head.

“Damn, I could only do 4.  Though I think you’d agree that’s pretty impressive.”  Janet said as she reached back up to take the chair once again with both hands. 

Matt was utterly speechless as Janet lowered the chair back down to the ground.  He doubted he knew any two men that could do what Janet just did with one hand.  He was starting to wonder if there was anything this sexy powerhouse couldn’t do.

“All right sweetie,” Janet helped Matt back to his feet.  He was surprised to feel his knees shaking.  “let’s get back to your birthday gifts.”

Janet led Matt over to a table at the side of the room that had a rather large box wrapped in paper.  “You’re gonna have to open this one on the table, it’s probably a bit too heavy for you to lift.”

Matt was wondering, if it was so heavy, how did it get up on the table in the first place.  But his curiosity at what it could be kept the thought on the fringes of his mind.  He ripped off the wrapping paper, to find what appeared to be an old scratched up footlocker.  “Um, thanks Jan.  It’s, uh, great.”

Janet giggled in that musical voice that she had.  “No you silly, the gift isn’t the footlocker.  It’s what’s inside the footlocker.”

As curious as ever, Matt opened up the footlocker and looked inside.  The contents were hardly more impressive than the locker itself.  The box was filled with what looked like scrap metal.  Several different pipes and bars were thrown haphazardly into the chest, all looked old and used and in various states of decay.

Janet must have seen the look on Matt’s face, because she walked up to the chest still giggling at his confusion.  “Don’t you remember your other fantasies?”  Janet reached into the box and pulled out what looked like an old, metal pipe.  “About being with a woman strong enough to bend metal with her bare hands.”  Janet grabbed the metal pipe with both hands at either end of the pipe.  Suddenly her whole body seemed to flex up with rock hard, super strong muscles.

No way!  Matt thought as he watched Janet with his mouth wide open.  Yet sure enough, before he could even finish his thought, the pipe started to buckle in the middle and with an animalistic grunt of shear power; Janet folded the metal bar in half!  Matt couldn’t believe it.  Of all the things he had seen tonight, this was by far the most amazing. 

Janet’s chest was heaving from the effort of what she just did, but she smiled as she noticed the tell tale bulge coming from Matt’s pants.  She dropped the bar to the ground with a clang and sensuously sauntered over to the awe inspired man.  “It seems you like what you see.”  Janet erotically breathed out.  Her body was coursing with power, fueled even further by the effect it was having on her boyfriend.  She reached out and grabbed Matt by his belt and started unbuckling it.  “Now, I’ve got another birthday present for you, one I think you’ll enjoy more than all the others combined.”  Janet deftly went to work on his pants, unbuttoning them before sliding them down his waste until they were bundled down around his ankles.

Finally freed from its confines, Matt’s erection sprung up, slapping against Janet’s body.  He had never been so turned on in his entire life, and felt like he was about to explode.  He reached out; he just had to feel Janet’s body.  His hands came to rest on her stomach as he once again probed the steel hardness of her abdominals.  He felt her stomach for a few minutes before he felt Janet grab his arms at the wrist and start to lead them higher and higher up her body until they were cupping her breasts.

“Now I might have just recently found out how much you like muscles, but I’ve always known how much you love these huge, firm, voluptuous breasts of mine.”

Janet’s sultry teasing was making him even harder, if that was possible, as Matt freely explored Janet’s perfect breasts.  Never in his life had he felt breasts so firm!  As he was caressing her, she started flexing her pecs, making her firm breasts harden even more in his grip.

“Of course, as a bodybuilder, I can do things with this chest that other women can only dream of.” She was just whispering now, making Matt strain to hear every word.  Janet took a deep breath, expanding her lungs, and pushing her breasts out even further than they were.  She was rewarded by the look in Matt’s eyes, which bulged out even further with her chest's new expansion.  She could feel the tightness of her purposefully too tight bikini top as it struggled to contain her expanding growth.  Just a little bit more, Janet thought as she flexed her chest with all of her might.  Finally, the bikini could take no more, and just like she had hoped, the small string attaching the two cups snapped like a twig, freeing her two perfect womanly mounds. 

Matt took an involuntary step back at the sound, not able to believe what he just witnessed.  She just busted out of her top!  And as she let the now ruined piece of clothing fall to the ground, he couldn’t help but stare in awe and lust at her incredible form.

Janet knew that Matt was about to burst, in more ways than one, and now she was ready to push him right over the edge.  She took a step back toward Matt, until her ultra pumped chest was rubbing against his far inferior one. “Awwwww, don’t be afraid.  These little boobies won’t hurt you.  In fact, they’re gonna do quite the opposite.”  She reached around Matt, placed her hands on his butt, and pulled him right up against her body.

Matt was about to explode as his cock once more rubbed up against Janet’s rock hard abs.  This is the most amazing experience of my life, he thought.  Little did he know it was just about to get better.  At first he didn’t realize that he was standing up on his toes.  He thought that it was just from the excitement he was feeling and went to stand back on flat feet, but he couldn’t lower his body.  In fact, his body kept raising higher and higher until his feet were no longer touching the floor.  He was once again assailed with the sensation of weightlessness, a sensation he was growing to love, a sensation that was soon to be replaced by something much, much better.  As he was lifted higher and higher, his erection slipped into the crevice between Janet’s two huge breasts, and now he was hit by waves of pleasure unlike any he’d ever experienced. 

Janet started flexing her pecs.  Sometimes both at the same time, sometimes one at a time.  Every flex a slow and controlled motion, massaging Matt’s cock in a way he’d never experienced!  Then, continuing her flexing, she slowly lowered and then raised Matt’s body, so that his erection slid up and down the entire length of her massive cleavage.  Matt reached his hands down, and cupped Janet’s rock hard biceps, feeling them bulge with power as she seemingly effortlessly titty fucked him in mid-air!

It was too much for Matt to handle, and it wasn’t long at all before he exploded with the most intense orgasm that he had ever experienced.  Janet held him tight against her body as she waited for his convulsions to subside.  Once Matt was done, Janet shifted him around in her arms until she was cradling him against her body.  She pulled him close and gave him a long kiss on the mouth. 

“So, how was that?”

“Wow!  It was the most incredible thing that I’ve ever experienced.”

“Well then, I’ll have to keep that as a special treat for you when you’re a very good boy.”  Janet started carrying Matt through her condo back toward her bedroom. 

Matt was in heaven.  Janet was far more than he had ever hoped for.  She was beautiful, sexy, playful, and stronger than he could have ever dreamed.  He snuggled his head on her thick, meaty shoulder as she carried him, hoping that she never put him down.  Then, we they got into her bedroom, he started to think his night wasn’t quite over yet. 

Janet’s bedroom was set for the night.  The room was immaculately cleaned, and candles burned throughout, setting a romantic mood. 

“So,” Janet whispered into the ear of her lover.  “are you too tired, or do you think you’ve got a little more stamina.”

“Well, I’m wide awake, but I’m afraid my little buddy is spent.  Do you think you can wake him up again?”

Janet glanced down at Matt’s flaccid member with a coy smile.  “Oh, I think I know just the way to get a rise out of him.”

Matt could feel Janet shifting her hands underneath him, and he could feel himself start to stiffen at the mere thought of what she might be doing.  Suddenly, Matt’s body started to rise up, and up, and up, until he was once more suspended high over Janet’s head.

“There, does that help?”  It most certainly did.  Matt was throbbing once again at his girlfriend’s newest display of strength.

Janet held him for several moments before gently tossing him down onto her queen sized bed.  She reached down, and slid her bikini bottoms down her chiseled legs.  Then she treated the birthday boy to a couple more poses while her boyfriend hastily removed the rest of his clothes. 

Once he looked ready, Janet crawled up the bed toward him, rubbing her breasts all the way up his torso until the two lovers mouths met in a long passionate kiss.  “So, did you enjoy your birthday?”

“Oh God did I ever.  It was the best birthday I’ve ever had!”

Janet smiled, and began to ravish her boyfriend, giving him the happiest ending a man could ever hope for.

THE END

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