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                                          Amazon Body Builder
                                                          
                                                              CHAPTER 1
                     	I sure am glad that Bobby, my manager, gave me permission 
                to work out at the health club after hours. Just the walk over here 
                       does me well. Here we are--that didn't take too long.
                    	Wait a minute. Why are the lights on? Who are those two in 
                   the club? I should tell them that it's supposed to be closed.
                   	"Excuse me" I said. "This club is closed now, you'll have to 
                                              leave."
                       	"You must be Gwen, Bobby said to expect you. I'm Tim 
                 and this is my wife Judy. Bobby said that we could work out after 
                  hours.  Boy, he sure was right," Tim said as he looked up at my 
                        imposing frame. "My God, you are one  GIANT woman"!
                   	They were both laughing at my size and I can feel the anger 
                  swelling up in me. They have no business making fun of me like 
                that. I don't even know them. Tim is right about my stature. At six-
                 feet-eleven inches tall in my bare feet, 270 pounds, and with my 
                   gigantic boobs packed into my 63HHH Lane Bryant extra, extra-
                  large, custom made bra, men take one look at my imposing figure 
               and stand back in awe. Towering 7'4" tall in the 4" spiked heels that 
                    I am wearing, and weighing over 60 pounds more than you,  I 
                                   decided to ignore your remark.
                     I am, however, enjoying the way your wife, Judy, is looking me 
                over. She's only about five-foot-nine inches tall, and she can see 
               that you obviously like my giant size. She's burning up with envy. I 
               can see it in her eyes. Maybe I'll tease you, so that you will make a 
              fool of yourself in front of her.  I'll show her who the real woman in 
                                           this room is!
                     "Well, I don't mind sharing the facilities with you if you two 
                 don't. By the way, I don't have sweats with me because I expected 
                 to work out alone. You don't mind if I work out in my undies, do 
                                               you?"
                     	I loved the way your jaw just about dropped  off when I 
                asked that. I especially liked the way you gasped 'No! I don't mind 
                        at all!'  Boy, look at Judy. Is she burned, or what?
                        be industrial-strength to support my mammoth bosom.
                 	Now, it's time to tease you, you little jerk. Well, I guess its 
                 show time. Off with my blouse. I'll just pretend to have a little 
                trouble getting the cuffs off my wrists so I have to struggle with 
                 them. There. That's really making my huge boobs bobble around in 
                                         my gigantic bra. 
                   	Look at you, Timmy. I gaze at you with flirting eyes. I then 
                 look down at my cleavage-filled bodice, and raise my hands to the 
                 topmost button. Then, as I undo the button, I look at your wife, 
                                     watching for her reaction.
                     	 Well.. .what do you think?" I said, motioning towards my 
                                      huge, haltered breasts.
                      	One look at my mammoth bra and your eyes are about to 
               fall out of your head. Too bad, little man, eat your heart out. Both 
            of your wife's little titties put together couldn't even start to fill one 
                                   of my massive brassiere cups.
                    	Slowly, I unzip my skirt. But  if by some unknown force, it 
              refuses to budge. First one side then the other; I struggle to pull my 
                 tight skirt down over my massive hips. Finally it slides over my 
               gigantic hips and slides down my massive legs and falls on the floor 
                 in front of me... You gasp as you lower your eyes to my gigantic, 
                                         nylon half-slip. 
                        	To you I am this Amazon of a woman standing in the 
              middle of the gym, dressed in her 4" heels, nylon stockings, half-slip 
               and the biggest brassiere that you have ever seen. You look, so tiny 
              and insignificant standing in front of me, just like a little-boy looks 
                standing if front of his mother. I feel like your mother as I look 
                down on you. Your  Giant Mother, all dressed in miles and miles of 
                                         silky underwear. 
                     	"So my little baby boy likes his Mommy's pretty undies, 
                 does he," I said as put my hands on my hips and spread my massive 
                     thighs so  far apart that they almost split my half-slip.
                      	My extra-large half-slip caresses and slips against my 
               gigantic, nylon, panties as I slowly walk up to you. I can tell that 
               the swishing... silky... sound of nylon sliding against nylon excites 
               you. First on step, then another. My panties and nylons slide against 
               my half-slip. Panties touching slip, nylon caressing nylon. Your tiny 
                   body trembles as you look up at me as my mammoth silken frame 
                                       advances towards you. 
                   	"So little Timmy thinks I'm a 'GIANT', does he", I said as I 
                            looked down on this puny excuse for a man.  
                    	My God, you look so pitiful and weak as you stare up at my 
                powerful nylon clad frame. My slip is so tight against my powerful 
               hips that you can easily see my giant nylon panties through the silky 
              material. My full, nylon encased thighs strain at the sides of my slip.
                      	 You're are so tiny compared to me that your head only 
                  comes up to my shoulders and your eyes are barely even with my 
                massive brassiere. You would have to stand on your tip-toes just to 
                 put your mouth around my brassiere covered nipples. I'm standing 
               so close to you that my silky half-slip brushes against your chest. I 
                can feel you trembling as you look up past my brassiere and into my 
                                               eyes.
                     	Just wait until you get a look at my long, nylon, covered 
            legs. I lift my half-slip up over my waist. I lift it so high that its hem 
               is far above your head. This reveals my nylons, garter belt and giant 
                silky panties. Your mouth drops open as you stare at them. My slip 
                 is like a giant silken tent held high over your head. My muscular 
                legs are like two nylon covered tree trunks, and my garter belt and 
                panties are stretched to the breaking point around my massive hips. 
                  	 "Like my panties, little one," I remark as I flex my massive 
                calf muscles a few times.  I can't see your face through the top of 
              my slip, but I can feel your pathetic, little hands moving all over the 
                front of my massive, silk panties. Look at those muscles ripple. I 
                    wonder if you've ever seen so tall a woman with muscles as 
                 developed as these. I hold my slip so high above your head, that 
                when you finally take your eyes off my giant panties and nylons and 
                try look up into my face, all you can see is what seems like miles 
                                and miles of white, silky, nylon.  
                      	Without any warning, I let my half-slip down over your 
                  head and upper body. You look so incredibly tiny as I hold you 
               completely encased inside of my giant, nylon, half-slip. Your little 
              wife can't believe her eyes. I then pull the waist band of my half-slip 
                away from my hips so that it can fit over your head and chest. With 
               my slip still held out, I lower it so we are both held inside of  it. 
                Only your head, shoulders, and part of your chest are sticking out 
                 through the top of my mammoth half-slip, the rest of your little 
                   body is trapped inside. Your arms don't even reach around my 
                 nylon clad hips as you try to hug me. Your tiny hands are holding 
                                          onto my panties.
                    	"Hey!" Judy yells. "What do you think you're doing, Timmy. 
                 You get out from inside that Amazon's slip right now or I'll give 
                                  you the spanking of your life."
                    	I look down at you and see you trembling from your wife's 
                threat. Looking back at your wife  in panic, you try to wiggle out 
                from inside of my slip. But my waist band is too strong for you to 
              escape from.  With both of your pathetic, little hands you try to pull 
                 the waist band out. Your weak, little arms strain, but you are no 
                                  match for the power of my slip.
                    	"Is Mommy's big, strong,  slip to much for her little baby 
                            girl ," I purr as I stroke your head gently.
                   	"Judy, I want you to see what weak little-girl your husband 
               really is," I exclaim as I grab both of your little arms in my strong 
                             hands, and easily lift you up in the air. 
                  	With you hanging in mid-air, I insert first one then the other 
                 of your pencil thin upper arms inside my strong bra's straps. Far 
                 above the floor and spread eagle against me, your skinny arms are 
                 completely trapped inside my bra straps and your waist is trapped 
                    inside my half-slip. Your head is jammed between my massive 
               brassiere cups. It is impossible for you see, to breath, or to move.  
                      	With my hands above my head, and with you suspended in 
              mid-air, hanging like a rag doll from my bra straps, I easily show off 
                   by doing about 15 deep knee bends. You must feel humiliated, 
               being held captive so far off the floor suspended and held only by a 
                  woman's nylon brassiere and half-slip. As hard as you struggle, 
                          there is no escape from my strong silken prison.
                   	"Mommy's undies to strong for you, little one?" I ask as you 
                squirm to break free. "It's no use, baby, Mommy's bra and slip are 
                  much to strong for you to escape from, and Mommy's silky undies 
                can hold you against her for as long as she wants. You are much to 
                      weak to escape, and Mommy's undies are much to strong."
                       	"Let me down, you're hurting me,"  you cry out as my 
                       strong bra straps pinch your skinny arms against me. 
                  	I pay no heed to your cries. With you supported in the air, I 
                  walk around the gym, with you hanging against me spread eagle. 
                 Judy is horrified to see how easily I dominate her weak husband. 
                After a few more deep knee bends, finally I reach the weight bench. 
                    	"OK little baby, stop your crying. Mommy will let you down 
                  now," I say as I kiss you on the forehead and remove your tiny 
                                     arms from my bra straps. 
                   	I then pull my half-slip's strong elastic away from my waist 
              so you can drop and fall to the floor at my feet, a beaten little man. 
                   Now your wife  sees just how weak and pitiful you really are. 
                   	 "Well, I guess I'll just do a few bench presses to warm up. 
                Let's see, about 215 pounds to start seems about right." I say as I 
                  smooth out my half-slip and sit down on the bench. That must be 
                    more than that shrimp weighs. I'll just lie down on my back 
                   and...one-two...one-two...one-two. Are you enjoying my large 
                 biceps, Timmy. My arms and legs make your skinny limbs look like 
                                              sticks. 
                  	Laying directly in front of me, I can't help noticing just how 
               tiny and insignificant you look. Just to piss your little wife off so 
                  more, I spread my legs wide apart so you can get a good look up 
                my silky half-slip; all the way up to the crotch of my large, pink, 
                nylon panties.

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 I can tell that you are a lover of woman's panties, 
               because I can see that you are getting excited looking at mine. Just 
                 to get your wife, madder, I spread my legs even further apart. My 
              strong half-slip is as taut as a trampoline and my silky panty strains 
                  against my gigantic, hairy cunt...one-two...one-two...one-two. 
                     	"Why Timmy, you're shaking," I exclaim as I watch as you 
                continue to stare up my half-slip. "Haven't you ever seen a woman's 
                  panties before? I mean a real woman, a woman who's panties are 
                easily more than twice as big as your pitiful little undies?" Your 
                     wife is getting madder and madder as you stare up my slip.
                   	"Timmy, you stop looking  up that bitch's slip this minute," 
                                            Judy yelled.
                     	"Yes, little one," I echoed. "It's not nice to look up a 
               woman's slip. You're little wife might spank you if you disobey her. 
                     Would you like your little wife to put you over her knee?"
                       	"Now Timmy, I want you to stand up and take off your 
                 clothes and come over here and sit on my lap so I can be your new 
                 Mommy," I said as I put down the weights and sat up on the bench. 
                "Wouldn't you like me to play with your big penis?  Come on, little 
                            one I want you to be my  little baby boy." 
                     	Reluctantly, you obey and after taking off your work-out 
               shorts and top, you walk up and stand in front of me dressed only in 
                                          your underwear.
                       	 "Now baby," I said with my hands on my silken hips, 
                  "Mommy said she wants you to take off all of your clothes. Now 
                get your ugly little-boy 'panties' off and climb up here on Mommy's 
                 lap right now or I'll give you a spanking far worse than any your 
                                        wife ever gave you!"
                      	Your hands are shaking as you remove your small cotton 
               briefs. First one skinny leg then the other. Finally you are standing 
              completely nude in front of me; your little undies at your feet. I lean 
                  over and pick up your underwear. I can't believe how small they 
               are. Holding them up to my brassiere, I stretch the ends of the waist 
                  band between my fingers. Even when I stretch them, your little 
                  briefs are still only one-half the size of either of my massive 
                                          brassiere cups.
                  Then lowering them to my legs, I try to put your tiny undies on. 
                 They barely fit over my 26" nylon covered calves. And long before 
                they get to my powerful 38" thighs, my giant legs have ripped them 
                  into pieces. Holding the torn remains of your "cotton panties" 
                between my thumb and first finger, I throw them on the floor. They 
                 remind me more of a little-boy's underwear, not those of a grown 
                                               man. 
                       	I can see why you didn't want to remove your undies 
              sooner. Your little 2½ inch penis that is sticking straight out like a 
               flagpole, is the smallest penis I've ever seen on a grown man before. 
                  Even my clitoris is longer and bigger around than your tiny wee-
              wee.  And you have so little public hair, that I can't help laughing at 
              your little, stiff,  penis as it pulsates up and down like a little 10 
                                          year old boy's.
                   	I reach out with my thumb and first finger and grab the tip 
                of your tiny wee-wee between them and shake it. Pinching your tip, 
             I hold up your little tool so I can see your balls. Your little balls are 
                                    no bigger than two marbles. 
                     	"Now grab onto Mommy's slip and climb up," I say as pull 
                       my half-slip as tight as the silky material will bare.
                       The material of my slip is so tight and slippery, that it's hard 
             for you to grasp hold off. After sliding off a few times, I finally grab 
                 you by the shoulders and drag you up on my silken lap face down. 
                Your tiny, hardened penis is positioned directly between my spread 
               thighs. It is smashed into the tightened material of my half-slip and 
                      your little butt is facing straight up in the air.    	
                  	You finally get your tiny butt positioned in the center of my 
               taut half-slip. Your back is to me so you're sitting suspended in the 
                   center of my slip with your legs hanging down over the front 
                   between my legs. The strong nylon material of my slip easily 
                   supports you, and as I move my legs in and out, I bounce you 
                 higher and higher. I squeeze your puny biceps between my fingers. 
                 As I bounce you up and down on my lap, I can tell that you enjoy 
              the feeling of your little penis hitting  my silky half slip each time 
                  you come down. I can see it is getting harder than before. Now 
               your little penis has grown to a full 2¾  inches long; but still much 
                                    smaller than my giant clit.
                    	"Doesn't your little Timmy look cute on my lap?" I say to 
                Judy as I stop bouncing you and start to rub your penis between my 
                                      thumb and first finger. 
                 	"I think I'll make you my little baby girl," I say as I turn you 
               to the side so your little legs are now hanging over my left thigh. I 
                 can see that Judy is getting madder and madder. She can tell that 
                you love sitting on my half-slip. You look up into my eyes as your 
                               hands kneed my 63HHH, nylon brassiere.
                      	"Does my little Timmy love his big Mommy?" I ask. You 
                  acknowledge me by sucking my nipples through the silky material 
                      of my bra. Your eyes are cast lovingly up into my face. 
                  	"I'll bet when you were a little boy you used to look up your 
                Mother's dress and slip any chance you got," I said as you continue 
                          sucking and kneading on my huge brassiere cup. 
                   	"Did she cross her legs so you could get a good view of her 
              silky crotch? Did it turn her on to see you sitting on the living room 
                 floor looking up her dress while she pretended to read the paper? 
                  I'm sure that when she got turned on, you could see her crotch 
              getting wet and dark as she started to cum in her panties. I'll bet the 
                spot of pre-cum that stained the crotch of her white, silk, panties 
                 got you excited." I looked down on your tiny face as you suck on 
                 my giant nipple, your hands kneed my brassiere, your half-closed 
                                    eyes gazing into my face. "
                   	"I'll bet that she even made you jealous when she spread her 
                  nylon covered legs and showed her stained nylon panties to your 
                   little 12 year old friends when they came over to play. 	And 
               when she was in her bedroom getting dressed, I'll bet you just loved 
                 sitting on her bed and watching her as she put on her extra large 
               undies. Did she let you help her put on her panties and slip? God, it 
               must have felt great for you to pick out just what silky brassieres, 
                 half-slips, and panties she would wear each day. Did she pick you 
                up hold you like I did, Timmy? Did she kiss you as she held you far 
                off the ground? Did it feel good to be held tight against her silky 
                underwear? Did she play with your little wee-wee with the lacy hem 
                 of her slip as you sat on her nylon covered lap? How did it feel 
                when she let you crawl up inside her half-slip and snuggle against 
                on of her nylon covered legs? Did you feel safe hiding deep inside 
                 her slip.? Could you smell the odors emanating from her panties? 
                I'm sure that you would hold on to her strong garter straps as you 
                  rubbed your little wee-wee against her nylon covered calves?"  
                     	"I'll even bet that when your Mother left the house, you 
                     would sneak into her bedroom and go through her underwear 
             drawer and try on her biggest panties, girdles, and slips. I'll bet that 
                   her underwear was so big on you that you had to hold them up 
                around your skinny little body just to keep them on. When she came 
                  home early and caught you playing with yourself dressed in her 
              gigantic, silky, underthings, I'll bet she would sit on the edge of her 
                bed, dressed in her brassiere and half-slip and lay you across her 
               silky lap and spank you as you cried for her to stop. Did your little 
                wee-wee feel good as it pressed against her slip and panties as she 
                                   spanked your little bottom?" 
                      	"You know what I think, I think  my little Timmy is a 
                  'Mommy's boy.' And I think that my little Timmy would secretly 
                   like to wear a woman's panties that are as big on him as his 
               Mother's were when he was a little boy. Now tell me the truth little 
                  one. Wouldn't you love to put on my big panties? I bet they're 
                 bigger than your Mother's were. Wouldn't you like to just snuggle 
                        inside of them?" With your head down you nod 'yes.'
                   	I decide to let you suffer for a while. I might let you wear 
               your wife's panties later, but it will be some time before I let you 
                 wear my panties. They probably would fall off your skinny little 
                                           body anyway. 
                    	I then pick you up by the waist and turn you around facing 
                    me. I hold you up to me and wrap your skinny legs around my 
                waist. Easily I stand up, lifting you high in the air. "Hold on to 
                 Mommy's bra straps now," I say as I carry you over to your wife, 
                                               Judy. 
                     	Then I hear Judy say, "You put my husband down, you big 
                                         overgrown bitch."
                     	As I continue holding you, with one arm I pick Your wife 
                up with my other arm. "Listen cunt," I say as I easily hold both of 
                 you in my powerful arms. "I want you to take of your panties and 
                 give them to me so I can put them on your little pitiful husband."
                     	Holding both you and your wife, I kiss you on the cheek.
                    	I first put Judy down. She pulls down her shorts down and 
              takes off her panties. They're only about half the size of my panties, 
                            but they're still bigger than your undies. 
                    	"Here, hand them to me, " I say as I continue to hold your 
                tiny body with one strong arm. You are starting to look scared as I 
                 hand your wife's large, nylon panties  to you. I set you down and 
                  order you to put them on. They're much too big on you, and you 
               look like a little girl in his Mommy's undies as you stand looking up 
                at me. Your wife's panties are so large on you that your tiny hard-
                              on is lost in the excess silky material.
                     	I bend over and kiss you on the top of your head as you 
                 wrap your arms around my broad hips. I can feel your little penis 
               rubbing against my strong, silky thigh. You enjoy the feeling in your 
                          wife's panties as they rub against my half-slip.
                                                   THE END OF CHAPTER 1
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