Amazon Family
By: Little Man
Jimmy is adopted by a family of very big, strong women
Part 1, Act 1
I was browsing the Internet one evening for anything that had to do with amazons or
tall, strong women. I stumbled upon a site that had a personals and pen pals link.
Probing deeper, I found an ad from a young lady that read:
Hi there all you cute little boys,
My name is Angela. I'm 6' 4", 290 pounds and 13 1/2 years old. My
hair and
eyes are brown and I'm pretty and sweet. I don't have any friends. I
don't
know why. I'm not a mean girl. I wish some nice guy would be my friend.
Will you be my pen pal? Please write back.
Love, Angie
Being a lover of amazons, I jumped all over that glorious opportunity of a lifetime. I
responded with the following message:
Hi Angie,
My name is Jimmy. I'd like to be your pen pal, but I'm much older
than you. Please ask your mom or dad if you can talk with me. If it's
OK with
them, then we can be friends, OK? Let me know as soon as you find out.
I'm
waiting to hear from you.
Love, Jimmy
I got a response within 20 minutes. Angie wrote:
Hi Jimmy,
I asked my mommy and she said it was OK because I'll be 14 years old
soon.
She said 14 is the legal age in this state. What does legal age mean?
Love, Angie
I wasn't sure how to respond. I wondered about it for a while and decided to write:
Dear Angie,
Since your mom says it's OK, then we will be friends. You'll find out
what
legal age means real soon. In the meantime, be sure to stay away from
mean
people that sell drugs or do other bad things. I live in a big city in
the north
part of the country. I like tall women and girls very much because I'm
short.
I'm only 5' 5", and weigh 150. I have brown hair and eyes. Do you
have any
brothers or sisters? Are they tall? What about your parents?
Love, Jimmy
She responded to my queries immediately.
Hi little Jimmy,
I live in the south part of the country. I never take drugs and don't
like mean
people. I don't go out much except to school. The other kids always
point and
make fun of me because I'm so big. They're mean. I hate school.
I have one sister. Her name is Katy and she's 18 years old. Katy is 6'
10"
and about 340 pounds. She has long dark hair and big brown eyes. Katy
is
very, very pretty. I hope I'm as pretty as Katy is when I grow up.
My mommy is 6' 6" and 270 pounds. Katy says mom is 35 years old.
She
has short dark hair and brown eyes. Mommy teaches me alot about boys
and things like that. She tells me that I'm very pretty and any boy
would be
lucky to have me. They would never want anyone else. She says I'm gonna
be the biggest girl in the family, maybe even the biggest in the world.
My
mom is real smart. I always do what she tells me.
My dad's name is Stan. He's short like you. He's only 5' 5", 125
pounds, real
skinny and weak. Stan is not my real dad. He's always mad and never
wants
to talk to me. Sometimes he drinks so much that he falls asleep. Then
mommy, Katy or me half to carry him to the couch or his bed. He's real
easy
to carry. Katy says our real dad died by accident when I was a baby.
Write back soon, Love you too, Angie
Our letters continued for the next year. All Angie ever wrote about was school and
sports. On occasion, she would talk about Katy or her mom working out with heavy
weights. She was getting excited as time went on because her mother was going to
let her start weightlifting soon.
Angie's descriptions about her house chores clearly indicated she was naturally very
strong. She would occasionally carry 100-pound bags of cement mix and pallets of
bricks to help her stepfather with construction work around the house. Most of the
time it was 2 bags of mix under each arm or on each shoulder. To her there was
nothing unusual about lifting 4 or 5 hundred pounds at once. It was all in a day's work
to her. As strong as she was, I could only imagine and dream of how much bigger
and stronger she'd get from weightlifting. An enormous and sweet powerhouse.
Angie would also give me periodic updates on her growth progression. In just over a
year and a half, she had quickly grown to an amazing 6' 11", 390 pounds. Her writing
style, wording and subjects, indicated Angie was a very sweet, innocent and extremely
naive young lady. Even at almost 15 years old, her mother never let her go out to
enjoy and experience life. It was school and home. That was it. No wonder this poor
girl couldn't make any friends. She wasn't allowed to have a life outside her home. I
felt sorry for her and even more anxious to meet her in person. All I could think about
was what it would be like when this huge girl was finally let out of her cage. She'd
probably go on a relentless man eating spree. I wanted to be her appetizer, main
course and dessert every night and day.
I would always tell Angie how much I'd like to visit her someday. One day to my
surprise, her mother sent me a letter. She wrote:
Dear Jimmy,
My name is Brenda. I'm Angie's mother. I wanted to say thank you for
befriending my little Angie. She thinks the world of you. You are a
wonderful
man. I'm anxious to meet you myself. Angie has been pleading with me to
invite you over for dinner. Please write to let us know when you can
make it
down here. I'll pay your expenses and we have plenty of rooms you can
stay
in. I'll even cook your favorite meal. You can meet our whole family.
See you soon, Brenda
P.s. Don't tell Angie this, but I was wondering if you also liked older
tall
women. I would like to know you better, if you know what I mean. Come
visit
us and I'll make it worth your while. Remember, don't mention it to
anyone.
I fell off my chair when I read that. Was I going to live out my dreams? It seemed too
good to be true. Being in a house with 3 amazons and 2 of them were probably
sexual animals that wanted me. Maybe even the third one would join in. But what
about Stan? What was his story? I would soon find out. I couldn't wait for that day to
arrive.
Part 1, Act 2
The day was finally here. Angie's mom had given me their address so I took a cab
from the airport. Tall trees and a brick wall that had to be at least 15 feet high
surrounded the property. It had a spacious garden that was perfectly maintained.
The house had a partially completed building attached to the side of it. I figured it was
the construction site Angie was telling me about.
I paid the cab driver, walked to the door and rang the doorbell. A large woman
answered the door. She was a big boned lady with better than average looks. Her
hair was short, dark and had beady brown eyes. She was barefoot and wearing
only sexy red lingerie that hung around her massive hips.
She smiled and asked, "Jimmy?!?!"
I nodded, "Yes, I'm Jimmy. You must be Brenda."
"Yes! Yes!" She laughed, while wrapping her long fingers around my upper arm and
pulling me inside. "Please come in!"
The force with which she pulled nearly gave me whiplash. She wrapped her arms
around me burying my face between her breasts. She squeezed with just enough
force to hold me firmly without hurting. I tried to wrap my arms around her, but my
outstretched arms and hands could only reach the sides of her hips.
"I'm so glad you came", she said. "You're as short and luscious looking as
I imagined,
and as promised, I'll make it worth your while."
Brenda had extremely huge and unusually long legs with powerful thighs that were the
size of my torso. Her hips and ass came up to my chest and were so wide that I
couldn't see around them. Her long arms were a solid, meaty, athletic toned structure
rather than muscular. The arms and hands hung down to just above her knees. Her
hands and feet were large with long fingers and toes. Her body was not in perfect
shape. It had a very sexy jiggle when she walked. Regardless, I could tell she had a
lot of meaty muscles under that wiggling skin.
"Angie is dying to see you, but for now she's upstairs being disciplined",
Brenda said
sad in a sad voice. "She got mad at some kids in school today and turned all their
cars upside down. She then broke down the door to the gym, grabbed the two
basketball hoops and backboards by their poles and ripped them out of the floor. For
the next hour, she walked around the hallways with a pole in each hand using them
like axes to smash several lockers. The school security was frantic. They called me
to come and stop her. Now I have to pay for all the damages. It's over $150,000.
She'll be down only when I give her my permission. It'll be a long time yet. Besides,
she's still very upset and you could easily get hurt. The poor girl, she's such a
sweetheart, but she still doesn't know her own strength or if she's hurting someone."
Incredible! I knew Angie was a big and strong girl, but ripping basketball poles out of
the ground and swinging them like axes was unheard of. I had seen cars smash head
on into these poles at high speeds in big city playgrounds. The poles only suffered a
slight crease while the cars were totaled. Turning cars over was also an impressive
show of strength. This girl truly didn't know her own strength. She was barely 15.
The thought of how strong she would get weakened my knees. I almost dropped to
the floor.
Realizing I was ready to fall, Brenda put a hand under each of my armpits,
wrapped her long fingers around my shoulders and easily lifted me to off the floor.
Our faces were now eye to eye. She held me up to get a good look at my entire body.
A few times, she turned me sideways to gaze at my rear end. Then she began telling
me the house rules.
"Since little Jimmy will be living here, he must abide by my rules."
"Your rules?!?!", I said in terror.
"Yes, MY rules!", she said while still holding me up to her face. "Everyone
that lives
here obeys me only. I'm in charge. Any visitor that disobeys gets severely punished.
I will pulverize you myself if needed or have either of my daughters do it with one
command from me. And there's no arguments or questioning."
She squeezed her hands hard against the sides of my chest. Seeing the look of pain
and fear on my face, she continued with her rules.
"You WILL do anything and everything I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it no
matter where we are. Even when we're away from home. Otherwise, you'll regret it. If you
live here, you obey."
"But, but I de..de..ddon't live here!", I said shivering from fear and pain.
"I'm ja..ja..jjust
here to vi..vi..visit Angie fi..fi..ffor a few days! Ah, Ah, I'll be gi..gi..ggood. I
pa..pa..promise! Please don't hurt me!"
This time her voice got louder and meaner as she squeezed my chest even harder,
"DON'T ARGUE WITH ME!"
She started shaking me like a ragdoll, "YOU LIVE HERE NOW! YOU'RE NEVER
GOING TO LEAVE!"
I had no other choice, so I shook my head in agreement. She paused and sighed.
Now a little more calm, she commanded, "When I put you down, take off all you're
clothes. You will not wear any clothing while you're in this house. And when we go
out, you wear what me or the girls tell you to wear!"
She put me down. I was stark naked within 15 seconds. She picked me back up the
same as before and kicked my clothes into a corner. Gazing at and turning me as
before, she started laughing when she saw the size of my member.
"You're small alright, but not nearly as small, skinny and weak as Stan. I'm going to
train you for my darling little Angie. I'll use you as a training aid. You will be hers to
keep. I'll get her involved in the training when I think you're ready."
Then she extended her long arms lifting me up high above her head. My penis was
now standing at attention and level with her mouth. She extended her tongue to play
with my groin, pressing hard and flopping my testicles and penis around. My hard on
was throbbing by now. Opening her mouth a little, she took my entire member in and
started making humming sounds as she swirled her tongue around. I came in her
mouth with a vengeance. She started laughing while sucking me dry.
With her mouth still engulfing my penis and testicles, she walked to the kitchen without
missing a lick and sat down in an oversized chair. Still held high above her head, the
pressure from her mouth and tongue started causing pain in my groin. I started to
squirm and shake my legs wildly. She closed her arms, pressing them hard against
the side of my thighs so I couldn't move. She started sucking harder now. It didn't
take long before I came again.
Laughing louder than before, she said, "I see you're going to need a lot of work
little
man. I have to keep you in training longer. That's OK, it's worth it for Angie."
She put me down on my feet to stand between her massive thighs. Putting her large
hand in back of my head, she wrapped her thumb and fingers around the sides and
pushed my face down into her stomach.
"Lick and kiss!", she commanded.
I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out as she moved my head around at will.
She maneuvered my face toward her huge vagina that was full of hair and musk odor.
She gave another command, "It's time for you to prove yourself to me. I know your
little weenie can't satisfy me. Let's see if your mouth can. Eat like your life depends
on it, cause it does."
She didn't have to tell me twice. I licked, nibbled, sucked and buried my tongue inside
her warm vagina as deep as I could. I also made loud humming and suckling noises.
She seemed to approve because her juices started flowing quickly. I continued until
she was about to come. I dove in for a last probe even harder than before. Within
seconds her orgasm flooded my face with sweet juices. When her orgasm was over,
she closed her thighs swallowing my entire head. She wasn't squeezing hard. Just
hard enough to hold me in place. Exhausted, I became short of breath. I started to
panic so I tapped the side of her thighs hoping she'd open them. As soon as she did, I
took several quick deep breaths so I wouldn't pass out.
She moaned with approval and said, "Sweet little Jimmy has done very well for his
first time. I think you might work out after all."
At that moment, Stan walked in the back door. He was surprised to see us there and
forgot to close the door. Walking up to Brenda he yelled, "Who the fuck is this
guy?!?"
Brenda picked me up and set me on her thigh with an arm around my back. She
ignored Stan.
He repeated his question in a stronger tone of voice, "I SAID WHO THE FUCK IS
THIS ASSHOLE?"
What happened next was amazing. Brenda put her free hand around his head, raised
her leg and put her toes on his neck. She spread her long toes and captured Stan's
neck between her big toe and second one. Stan cringed when she tightened her toe
grip. Removing her hand from his head, she extended and raised her leg in a slow
and deliberate fashion, lifting Stan off the floor. Hanging 3 feet off the floor, Stan's
body squirmed wildly as his little hands tried to separate her toes. It looked funny
watching his skinny body struggling to break free. He really was a skinny guy, just as
Angie had described. His neck looked like a pencil between Brenda's huge toes.
His futile efforts didn't phase Brenda. Her leg never shook or swayed, staying in
place.
Brenda held him there for 10 minutes. Finally, she bent her knee to bring it to just
below her face. Her lower leg and foot was still extended outwards with Stan in check.
Looking Stan straight in the eyes she said, "This is our guest. You treat him with
respect. He is not an asshole and he's already satisfied me more than you have in 10
years. He treats Angie much better that you do. He's also in much better shape than
you'll ever be. I may just tell him to beat the shit out of you. AND DON'T YOU EVER
RAISE YOUR VOICE TO ME AGAIN!"
Brenda looked at the open door and said to me, "2-point shot coming up." Then
she
lifted Stan so that his entire torso was resting diagonally on her foot. With a swift and
powerful shot-put style move, she sent Stan flying off her foot like he was shot out of a
cannon. He went right through the door and landed about 20 yards outside.
"She shoots, she scores! That's 2-points for me." She celebrated.
I couldn't help laughing and said, "It was worth at least 3 points."
She looked at me smiling and said, "That may have looked funny, but remember that it
could be you flying out the door someday. You better be a good little man and obey."
I stopped laughing and apologized. "I'm sorry."
She put me on the floor, stood up and closed the door. Reaching for the top, she
locked it. Then she placed her forefinger under my chin and tilted my head back to
look up at her.
"Watch out for Stan. He may be a weak little shit, but he's a crazy scumbag. He's
liable to attack you when you're not looking. You just stick with me. Mommy won't let
anything happen to Angie's future husband."
Angie's future husband was not what I was planning on. I was too afraid to argue. I
stared at Brenda with a puzzled look on my face. She put her hand on my back and
shoulder, nudging me out of the kitchen.
As we walked she said, "It's time for a bath then off to bed. Tomorrow you meet Angie
if she's calmed down. Katy will be here also. She's a virgin and is not allowed to have
sex with anyone yet, especially you. Katy is an extremely hungry girl. She will try and
seduce you. Don't let me catch you with her, or else. You are reserved for Angie,
remember."
We made our way upstairs to Brenda's huge bedroom. It had a private bath. She put
me in the tub now filled with warm water and scrubbed my entire body clean. Then
she took a shower with me there only to scrub her massive ass, hips and legs. We
towel dried each other and made our way into the bed.
I cuddled close to her and thought about what surprises tomorrow would bring. I kept
thinking about Angie being even bigger and stronger than Brenda and Katy being
better looking and very hungry for sex.
As for Brenda, well, I now knew that she had total mental control and domination over
everyone in that house. In my mind I said, `Oh God, please don't let me die.' I fell
asleep to dream about tomorrow.
Part 1, Act 3
I was awakened by what felt like an Earth tremor. It was Brenda sitting on the bed to
wake me up. The morning sun was shining brightly through the grand Victorian
windows. Brenda was wearing her birthday suit.
"Wake up Jimmy, you've got a busy day ahead of you. Today's the day you meet
Angie. She's in a better mood today."
I pulled the covers over my head and made a grunting sound as if to say, `I don't want
to go to school today mommy'. I was still exhausted from the previous night's
activities.
Brenda yanked the covers off of me and firmly said, "Don't make me tell you
twice!"
Then I remembered what she had done to Stan and I the night before, so I shot out of
bed like a cannon.
"Your weenie is standing at attention", Brenda said laughing, "Does little
Jimmy have
to go peepee or is he just glad to see mommy again?"
It was definitely a loaded question. I had to relieve myself badly but couldn't say that
because it may have been construed as `Not being happy to see her'. I replied with
the only answer there was.
"Both", I answered.
Brenda smiled, "Good answer! You think pretty fast for being half-asleep. If you keep
coming up with good answers like that, I may go easy on you. But don't get too
confident or cocky because I'll humble you right in your tracks! Now go pee and get
cleaned up! You can meet Angie after you eat breakfast. Don't stall around."
I made my way to the bathroom and took care of business. Brenda had all the
toiletries laid out for me. There was toothpaste, a toothbrush, towels, soap and a step
stool for me to use. Everything was oversized. The sink, toilet and bathtub were
about 2 feet higher than normal. I felt like a toddler. I did the best I could. I also
remembered to put the toilet seat back down when I was finished. To my surprise,
Brenda was standing at the door watching me.
She gave me a smile of approval and said, "That's 2 points for little Jimmy."
Then she picked me up, placing me on her wide and very comfortable hip with her
hand on my rear. She put all the toiletries away with the other hand and headed
towards the stairs. As she made her way down the stairs, I realized they were taller
between steps than normal. I would have a difficult time negotiating them by my self.
I literally went along for the ride and enjoyed the sights along the way. This time it
was from a `much higher perspective' then what I was accustom to.
As we made our way into the kitchen, I noticed that every piece of furniture was larger
than normal. Even the kitchen countertops and cabinets were well out of my reach. I
was hungry and anticipating a good breakfast, but there was no food on the table.
I asked Brenda, "What are we going to eat for breakfast?"
"We?", She said laughing out loud, "It's more like what YOU are going to
eat. I'm your
breakfast."
She reached for a large chair and placed it next to her. The chair had an oversized
baby booster on it. She plopped my butt in it, then sat on the edge of kitchen table.
She wrapped her big long legs around the back of the chair. Using her legs, she
pulled it to her. My face was now inches away from her vagina and my arms were
trapped under the table.
With me firmly in position, she leaned back on her elbows and placed one foot on the
back of my head with the other leg still holding the chair from sliding back. She
jammed my face into her love box with a such a strong force that it nearly knocked me
out. I quickly regained my senses and furiously started lapping up her juices. She
then started pumping my head and face into her with ever-increasing speed and force.
My head was spinning from the lack of air. I was ready to pass out when her sweet
juices exploded hard onto my face. It was like someone throwing a bucket of warm
sticky water in my face over and over.
When it was over, my head rested limp on her thigh, but she wasn't finished yet.
Putting her big feet under my armpits, she extended her legs high in the air lifting me
up. Closing her legs on the sides of my body to secure me in place, she brought a
hand to my groin and firm member. She fondled and stroked my testicles and penis
with her long fingers and sharp fingernails. My manhood was about 2/3 the length of
her pinky finger. Her long sharp nails made my member seem 1/2 her pinky's length.
She said, "You have no idea what I'm capable of. I can cut your dick off by just
clamping down with my nails. I can rip out your entire groin and crush it before your
very eyes. Then I can squeeze all the blood out of your body with my legs in
seconds. You're powerless against me and there's nothing you can do about it."
When she saw I was rock hard, she opened her thighs slightly but still held me firmly
between her massive calves and ankles. Casually, she lowered me just enough to
easily insert my penis into her steaming wet vagina. With the power of her legs, she
rhythmically moved me up and down massaging my member all the while. She was
tightening her vaginal muscles as she pushed up with her legs. The force stretched
and pulled my penis nearly detaching it from my body.
Smiling up at her human love doll she said, "This is what I call stretching
exercises.
Stretching YOU that is. Pretty soon your little 5-inch weenie will be much thicker and
longer than you've ever dreamed. By doing this to you twice a day, you'll gain a 1/4-
inch in length and 1/8-inch in thickness every week. Your small weenie will be as long
and thick as your forearm with a head on it the size of your fist. It has to be if you're
going to please my Angie."
The minute I heard that, I came. She kept pumping, pulling and stretching me for 30
more minutes to the point of such tremendous pain that I started crying. She wasn't
finished yet.
Extending her legs straight up again she commanded me to stiffen my leg and point
my foot towards her love box. She lowered me down gently inserting my entire
foot inside her. My foot was buried up to my ankle. She moaned out loud with
pleasure as my foot spread her wide open. The tremendous vaginal pressure and
pumping she exerted nearly snapped my foot off at the ankle. This whole time my
entire body was being held securely between her calves and feet. She pumped me up
and down with ease for the next 30 minutes. All of a sudden her entire body started to
shake furiously as she pumped and squeezed me harder and harder. After a slight
pause, she let out a deafening scream and soaked my leg with her juices. I didn't
realize it but my leg was now inserted in her up to my knee. I tried to pull it out but
she
would have none of it.
To prove her powerful hip and vaginal strength, she commanded, "Put your hands on
my legs to balance yourself. Before I realized what she meant, she let go of her
foothold and slowly spread her legs. I let out a `WOAH!' sound as I momentarily lost
my balance. I quickly reached to hold on to her legs. After regaining my balance, she
spread her legs as wide as she could, gradually tightening her vaginal muscles. My
hands couldn't reach her legs any more.
She told me to hold my arms out to my sides for balance and bend my other knee
back behind me. I was so afraid of falling I started to tremble. There was nowhere for
me to hold on to. I was being held up with only my leg knee deep inside her. The
incredible power of her hips and vaginal muscles were mind boggling.
Obviously amused by my helplessness, she laughed out loud for about five minutes.
She finally stopped and a serious look fell upon her face as she said, "See what I
can
do to you? I can swallow you up! I can snap your leg off at the knee or tear the whole
thing from your hip with a just push of my powerful legs. Or, I can close my legs on
you so hard and fast that your body will get squished like stepping on a banana. I
DON'T WASTE MY TIME BEATING MEN UP! I KILL THEM! DON'T EVER FUCK
WITH ME! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes."
"YES MA'AM!" She demanded squeezing my leg even harder.
"Ye..Ye..Yes MA..MA..MA'AM, I, I, I'm very sorry ma'am"
"That's better. Now I'm going to give you some more rules. You WILL start out each
morning by kissing my big beautiful ass thoroughly! You WILL constantly stand and
walk at my side every day and night unless I tell you otherwise! You WILL always sit
at my feet or between my legs massaging them unless I tell you otherwise! And you
WILL end each day by kissing, licking and massaging my powerful ass, thighs and
glorious pussy that has you at my mercy! IS THAT CLEAR!!??!!??!!"
"Yes ma'am".
Then she put her feet under my armpits lifting me up and out of her vagina. She
slowly lowered me to the floor and sat up straight on the kitchen table. Grabbing my
head with her big hands, she pulled my face to hers and engulfed my mouth with a 5
minute long, wet, passionate kiss. She closed her legs together trapping me. She
wasn't finished with her rules yet.
"As I told you last night, don't let me catch you having any sex with Katy. She may
be
much bigger, stronger and much, much prettier than me, but I'm much older, smarter
and more experienced. I have incredible mental powers over this entire household. I
can literally read and control minds. And I have an extremely keen sense of smell
also. If I smell any traces of her on you or vise versa, I will destroy both of you. You
are mine until I give you to Angie. Is THAT clear?"
I was shaking with such terror that I couldn't get any words out. I started crying again
and nodded, hoping she would accept my answer. She accepted and wiped my tears
with her long thumbs.
"You will meet Angie in 20 minutes. Go take a bath! Get back down here smelling
clean and fresh in 15 minutes! DON'T make me have to come up and get you!"
I wasted no time and made a beeline for the stairs. It was a difficult climb due to their
size. It took 3 minutes to reach the top. I was in desperate need to urinate from the
fear Brenda had just instilled in me.
I raced through the long hallways for the master bedroom and bath. I thought to
myself, how appropriate could a name get? The Master Bedroom for the Master of
the house. I made it to the bathroom in 30 seconds and frantically searched for the
step stool. Brenda must have put it on that 7-foot high shelf when I wasn't paying
attention. I could see it, but there was no way I would get it.
"Ohhh Shit!" I mumble under my breath. I had to piss like a racehorse.
"Shit! Shit!
Shit!" I couldn't wait any longer so I lifted the toilet seat as high as I could and
stood
on my tiptoes so my penis would reach over the front of the bowl. It barely did. I
stood there for the next 1 1/2 minutes draining myself. I couldn't help but dribble a bit
on the top rim and edge of the toilet bowl so I reached for some toilet paper and wiped
it clean. This took another minute to clean every drop. Now I had only 9 minutes left.
I jumped in the tub and turned the hot and cold water on together. I tried to pull up on
the shower knob but it was too tough.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" I said jumping up and down in disgust.
I couldn't waste any more time so grabbed the soap and I lay down in the tub.
Twirling myself around, I lathered myself from head to toe, rinsing as I moved to the
next part of my body. I was finished in 5 minutes.
Stepping out of the tub I realized my next challenge would be reaching the towel. I
closed the toilet lid and climbed on top. Getting to the towel was a piece of cake. I
was dry in 1 minute. Only 3 minutes left and one more task to go. Combing my hair.
I remembered Brenda putting the hairbrush in the medicine cabinet. I jumped off the
toilet lid and raced for the cabinet. I stretched my arm to reach and open the door.
My heart almost dropped when I saw the brush on the very top shelf. The only way I
would reach it was to climb and stand on top of the sink. There was nothing around
to prop myself up with. I raised my leg as high as I could and with the help of my arms
I lifted myself to the sink top. It took 2 attempts. This third time was the charm. My
momentum caused me to overshoot the top front edge of the sink. My rear end fell
into the sink bowl. I quickly pulled myself up and stood on the top edges. Now I had
the brush in hand and combed my hair back.
I put the brush back on the top shelf and jumped to the floor. The floor mat cushioned
my feet as I landed. I reached up and closed the cabinet door. This last task took 2
full minutes. There was no way in hell I was going to make it back downstairs in time!
It had taken me 3 full minutes to climb the stairs and 30 seconds to race through the
hallways. I had only 1 minute left. It meant getting killed by Brenda the "Killer
Queen"
for not being on time, or die trying. I had to give it my best shot.
I raced through the hallways towards the stairs. As I approached them, I noticed the
hand railing was made of tubular shaped brass. It ran along its entire length with a
smaller rail 6 inches below it. My only chance was to sit on the smaller one and slide
down to the bottom. I jumped on, held the top rail for balance and slid all the way
down. I could feel the friction on my cheeks as I gained speed. I tumble off when I
reached the bottom rolling for several feet. I was stopped by what I thought was a
tree. I had come to an abrupt stop at Brenda's leg.
When I looked up I saw her standing with hands on hips and shaking her head.
"Kids!" She said disapproving of my antics. "You better not be all dirty
and sweaty!"
She picked me up by my armpits for a thorough inspection. I guess I passed because
she said, "I was about to come up and get you. And you know what would have
happened then?"
"No Ma'am."
"My poor Angie would've become a widow before she even got married, that's
what!"
I said, "I'm sorry Ma'am. I tried really hard not to be late. It won't happen
again." The
last thing I wanted to do was argue with this Amazonian tyrant.
She put me down and said, "I'm going to give you an idea on what to expect when you
meet Angie. When you see her for the first time, you'll be overwhelmed by her size.
She has grown since the last time you two talked. Her height is 7' 2" and weight is
430 pounds. She has an extremely large bone structure. Her hands and feet are
enormous and thick. She has a very thick, beefy and bulky body. As you know, she is
naturally very strong and has only started lifting weights in the past few weeks. She
started out with 500-pound 1-arm curls and did 5 sets of 20 with each hand. She
barely broke a sweat. She is much stronger than that but really doesn't know it yet.
NEVER DISCOURAGE HER FROM GETTING BIGGER AND STRONGER!"
Brenda continued, "Angie is growing at a very rapid pace. Her growth comes in
spurts. One time, she grew 1 foot taller overnight. Her doctors think she may
stop growing sometime in her early 20's. That's IF she stops growing at all."
By now I was terrified. Brenda continued, "Angie has never experienced life outside
this house. I made sure of that. It had to be that way for everyone's protection. Look
what she did at school yesterday. Over $150,000 damage because she was only slightly
upset. And she didn't even start it. She is sweet and still thinks like a child. Make
sure you do whatever it takes to make and keep her happy, got it?"
"Yes Ma'am."
Patting me on the butt cheeks she said, "That's all I can tell you for now. Go stand
and wait in the middle of the living room! Don't sit down! And remember to show
respect when you meet your future wife and Master. Run along!"
As I was running to the living room, Brenda yelled out, "Oh by the way.." I
froze in my
tracks. "If you get an erection or get the urge to come, don't hold back at any time!
Angie is truly very beautiful. It'll also reinforce what I always tell her, that she's
gorgeous and can attract and own any man she wants. She's use to seeing me make
men come in a heartbeat, so she understands. Just don't hold back!"
"Yes, I mean no, Ma'am, I won't hold back."
I ran and stood in the middle of the living room just as I had been instructed. As I
stood there my legs trembled in anticipation. It was a simultaneous feeling of terror
and excitement throughout my body like never before. I was about to meet a giant
teenager with superhuman strength. The fact that I was to meet sexy Katy later that
evening had me even more excited. My small, but soon to be giant, penis stood firmly
at attention. If I played along, I'd keep myself alive and maybe even happy.
I could here Brenda calling for Angie to come down. A few seconds later I heard the
footsteps of a giant getting closer and louder. I got so excited that I came.
Oh well. Because I showed my excitement, I guess there's going to be 2 happy and
approving amazon in my future. I smiled from ear to ear.
End
Part 1