The Succubus Stones
By Swingo
A vengeful wife takes control away from her abusive husband.


Authors Note: Thanks to Marknew for his thoughts and criticism on this piece
of work, it was appreciated and thanks to Diana for posting it on her site.
Also this is the first story I've completed. Hopefully there will be more to
fallow.

Authors Warning: This is a work of adult fiction containing such situations as
forced sex, servitude, and mental and physical abuse. The author neither
endorses nor condones such actions. Also as a work of eroticism this story is
not intended for children and should be kept out of their reach.

Praise or scorn can be sent to leswingo@aol.com.

Start

Hank Campbell let out one huge final grunt of effort and hoisted the terrific
weight up over his head. Locking his arms out, he paused to make sure that
everyone was drinking in the sight of his latest and greatest incredible feat
of strength. He quickly took in the adulation he saw reflected in the eyes of
the group of people gathered around him and he flashed a quick grin, then and
only then did he let gravity take control of the cold iron suspended over his
head once more and allow it to come crashing down upon the reinforced floor
with a teeth rattling crash.

Breathing hard and shaking slightly, Hank reached out without even looking and
was handed a towel by Marty, who had come rushing up the moment the weight was
back on the ground.

"That was incredible, Hank. Just great. You've finally broken the gym record,"
He gushed dutifully.

Hank didn't bother to reply he just grunted and started wiping the accumulated
sweat from his latest physical feat off his hugely pumped up body. Hank
Campbell was a big brawny man at 6 feet, 4 and one quarter inches and 270
pounds of rock hard muscle. That along with his rugged features and thick,
dark hair made him quite a striking sight. He quickly finished wiping himself
down then tossed the now damp towel to Marty, still without looking at him,
and turned to one of the floor to ceiling wall mirrors and rapidly shot off
some quick poses. He flexed his biceps, his triceps, and then his chest and
for good measure his abs and legs. Then he did a most muscular pose that
elicited more then a few whistles of admiration. He finished, stretched out
some of his huge muscles and smiled back himself. 'Way to go, Gorgeous,' he
thought and winked.

Hank relaxed and stepped back from the mirrors. Reaching out once more - still
without looking -- and was handed a bottle continuing his liquid carbs by
Marty, thus signaling to everyone that the show was over for now. He looked
out into the open expanse of the gym floor and watched the people as they went
back to their own workouts, expressions of both envy and disappointment on
their faces.

Hank smiled at that.

On the far side of the nearly hanger sized room he could see the only two
people in the building who hadn't come over to witness his latest triumph.
They were working out together as always. Two blond behemoths, one pumping out
repetitions with a set of huge dumbbells, the other standing close by,
spotting him. After a few more reps, the one holding the weights set them down
and the one doing the spotting picked them up and they switched places, then
the one who was now seated started pumping out repetitions. If they had seen
Hank break their record -- which Hank knew they had -- they gave no indication
of it. Hank smiled wolfishly. 'Go ahead guys,' he thought. 'Pretend that
either of you wouldn't give your right nut to do what I just did.'

The names of the two men were Dean and David Gunderson, but everyone at the
gym -- and most every other place they frequented -- referred to them as "The
Thor Twins." One good look at them made it easy to see why. They both had an
uncanny resemblance to the Norse God of Thunder, Thor, as he was portrayed in
the comic books. With their towering height and shoulder length blonde hair,
they did cast a rather godly image. If you were to ask them their profession
they would say professional bodybuilders, but the way they really made their
money was as models for print ads, posing for artists and such. Sometimes they
could score bit parts in commercials and other endorsements. But so far,
bodybuilding fame and fortune had eluded them. But it was just a matter of
time before they hit it big. Just ask either one of them.

Hank finally caught the eye of David. Hank waved. David flipped him the bird
then turned back to spot his brother.

Hank laughed. That fame and fortune was getting further and further away all
the time.

Hank finished the last gulp from the squeeze bottle as Marty came to stand
beside him. He took one long last swallow and handed the now empty container
to Marty.

"Need another one, Hank?"

Hank just shook his head 'no' as he looked at another part of the huge gym. A
beautiful, busty girl with raven black hair was warming up at the stretching
bar. She was wearing a hot pink leotard that didn't leave any of her amazing
attributes to the imagination.

Marty looked in the direction Hank was and smiled. "She's the new girl that
Jim hired." Jim Brinks was the owner of the Olympian Gym. It was a long
standing joke to call the place 'Jim's Gym'. "She runs a couple of aerobics
classes and works the check in counter in the late afternoons I think," Marty
continued helpfully as he watched the girl bend and stretch along side Hank.

Hank nodded. A cool, predatory smile started to creep over his rugged
features. "It's about time Jim got some fresh meat in here. I think I'll do
the neighborly thing and say hello to the lovely young lady. See if I can show
her the ropes. See ya', Marty." He gave Marty a friendly shot in the arm then
picked up his gym bag.

"Okay, Hank. I'll be over on Monday night to watch the game like we talked
about. I'll bring the beer, okay?" Marty said hurriedly, knowing that he was
about to completely lose Hank's attention for the foreseeable future.

Hank didn't bother to turn back to him as he said, "sure Marty, Monday night."
Then he was gone, striding across the gym floor like he owned the place. Which
in a way he did, Marty thought admiringly. Marty stooped down to pick up his
own gym bag, then stopped to watch Hank operate. Hank slid up next to the
busty young, dark haired woman and started talking to her like they'd known
each other for years. For a moment she seemed uncertain and cool towards him,
then after a just a few more words she laughed, tossing her beautiful dark
locks back and gave Hank her full attention.

'He sure makes it seem easy,' Marty thought with more than a little bit of
envy. He looked at his own reflection in one of the large mirrors. He was
about average height. 5' 10", 185 lbs. Sure, no one would mistake him for
Arnold Schwarzenegger, but still he was quite respectable looking. But like
almost any man, he looked like a 98 pound weakling when standing side by side
with Hank Campbell. Still, Hank was his work out partner. Although it was
really Hank who did most of the working out when they were in the gym
together. Marty doing the spotting and Hank doing the lifting. If Marty wanted
a real workout he had to do it alone. But still Marty didn't mind any of that.
If it wasn't for Hank he knew he'd be 30 pounds overweight and he'd get to gym
as often as the Patriots won the Superbowl. He'd be content to hang out at a
some bar after work and watch a game. When Hank had started working out
seriously he'd asked Marty if he wanted to join him. Marty didn't think he had
it in him to stick with it, but Hank wouldn't let Marty slack off. Sure, Marty
didn't get all the benefits that Hank did, but he got a prize that very few
people in Worthington did. He got to hang out with Hank Campbell. The greatest
running back that Worthington High had ever produced. He'd made All American,
just a step away from the big leagues when he had his accident. Marty Greeson
basked in that reflected glory and he'd do almost anything to keep from losing
it.

Marty continued to watch as Hank touched the girls shoulder then run his hand
down her arm. As he watched his friend put the moves on the lovely dark haired
girl he became so engrossed Marty didn't notice Jim Brink's, the owner of the
health club, come up behind him. Jim had been on one of his half hourly tours
of the gym floor, checking to make sure weights weren't left lying around or
the machines weren't left covered with someone's sweat.

"So, the Iron Romeo is at it again, ah," Jim interrupting Marty's train of
thought, startling him.

Marty nearly jumped as he turned to see who was talking. Jim was a big man,
nearly as big as Hank, bald and striking, but the way he glided across the gym
floor, you'd think he was an ex-dancer instead of a former champion
powerlifter.

Marty relaxed when he recognized the big man then he just shrugged in response
to Jim's dig at Hank. He knew that the two brawny men weren't on great terms.
It was good for the gym having Hank there, and Jim's place was the best heath
club in over a two hundred miles in any direction. But neither man would shed
any tears if something bad were to happen to the other.

"If Hank makes me lose one more female employee, I'm not going to be very
unhappy," Jim said flatly.

Marty sighed and turned to face him. Jim was much bigger and far more
powerfully built then Marty, and with his gleaming bald head and intense blue
eyes, some people found him very intimidating, but at heart he was one of the
most decent men around. Which in part made it so hard defending Hank to him
all the time.

"It looks like she's a grown up, Jim," Marty said, tilting his head,
indicating the buxom young girl in spandex. "And you know Hank would never do
anything to a woman that she didn't want him to do."

Jim shook his head. "Call me crazy, Marty, but if a guy's married, I believe
he shouldn't be out putting the moves on every girl with a nice set of
knockers that comes across his path." He looked directly into Marty's eyes as
if he was challenging the smaller man to deny his charge. It was hard to hold
the steady gaze of those unwavering blue eyes as they squinted at him.

It was true that Hank had a penchant for getting involved with attractive
young women, and that Marty did his part to smooth things over for Hank when
his extra marital relationships got a little too complicated. When Hank was
done with a woman - if she got too clingy or if Hank just got tired of her --
it would usually fall to Marty to make sure she got the message that Hank
Campbell wouldn't be keeping company with her anymore. Some took it worse then
others. Marty had gotten very good over the years at letting them down easy.

"Come on, Jimbo," Marty said in a jovial way, trying to keep the mood light.
"Hank's just one of those guys who's... You know... too much man for one
woman. He's a hero in this town and most of the ladies throw themselves at
Hank. The guy's not made of stone. And it's not like Hank's never done
anything for them. Remember that asshole who beat up his girlfriend awhile
back? Hank sat him straight."

"He beat her up for going out with Hank," Jim countered.

"Well, eh, yeah," Marty fumbled. "But Hank's done a lot for the people around
here. He's done a lot of coaching with the youth league, he's always helping
people here with workout tips when you're not around and he's done a lot to
bring people in here after the town launched that physical fitness campaign -
"

Jim cut Marty off. "Are you trying to convince me that Hank's a good guy,
Marty, or yourself?" Before Marty could reply Jim continued. "Save it, Marty.
Hank may hang out with some underprivileged kids once every few months to
impress his boss, and he might like having people ask for pointers, but that
doesn't make him one of natures noblemen. But he's your friend and I respect
that. Just do your best to keep him on a leash in my gym or else I wouldn't
bet on his chances of keeping a membership. Gym record or not."

Jim turned his back on Marty and continued on his rounds of the workout area.

Marty shrugged once more as he watched the big man's retreating form. Then he
turned his head to see Hank's progress with the new girl. Hank was showing her
the proper form for doing a pulldown. It was true that more then a few women
who had meet Hank at the gym never returned after he had dumped them. But Hank
had never physically hurt any of them. Marty had seen most of them after Hank
gave them the brush off. And after their affairs with Hank ended, sometimes
they were so heartbroken and so vulnerable... Marty smiled as the memories
flashed quickly through his mind. Well, let's just say that there were a lot
of fringe benefits with being Hank Campbell's friend.

Marty laughed and picked up his gym bag and headed towards the locker room to
shower and change.

* * *

Nadine Campbell sat at the table in the breakfast nook that was just off the
immaculate kitchen where she prepared the daily meals for herself and her
husband, Hank Campbell.

To an outside observer she might appear calm, even relaxed, as she sat
completely immobile, almost as if she were in a trance, her lovely blue eye's
fixed on a far off spot, unblinking. The only movement emanating from her
slight frame was in her hands. One hand was gripping the other as she twisted
the slim gold band that was her wedding ring, over and over again. It was an
unconscious habit that she'd had for years now. She wasn't even aware that she
was doing it at that moment. She just kept twisting and twisting the bend with
her dainty hand. Twisting, twisting, twisting. She'd keep doing it until she
finished her train of thought or she was interrupted, then she'd be surprised
to find that she'd been twisting it once more.

Sometimes she twisted the ring so much it the skin around her finger would
become so chapped it would start bleeding. This made Hank furious and if he
noticed it he'd punish her. So she tried to keep from doing it, but she found
that she could never stop for very long. She had tried everything she could
think of to break herself of the habit, still it persisted.

Twist, twist, twist.

From her vantage point she could see out through the open kitchen door, past
the small yet impeccable dinning room area and into the equally spotless
living room to the far wall. The wall was covered with the trophies, plaques
and awards that Hank had won during his football days at Worthington High
School. Nadine was to far away to even attempt reading the faint letters and
numbers from were she sat. She didn't have to. After dusting and shinning them
twice a week for the past eight years she knew each word on each award by
heart.

"Hank Campbell, MVP Worthington High School Football Team"

"Hank Campbell, most passes intercepted in a single season"

"Hank Campbell, All American"

And so on, and so on.

Twist, twist, twist...

She felt a tear roll down her cheek and stopped twisting her wedding ring to
quickly wipe it away then she turned her attention to the table in front of
her. A bracelet sat there. She reached inside her sweater pocket and pulled
out a tissue to dry her eyes and blow her nose. As she finished getting
herself under control her eyes focused on the bracelet. She looked at it
intently, as if she was trying to memorize it, or understand something about
it that was just out of the reach of her thoughts. It was the first time she
had allowed herself to really look at it since sitting down.

It consisted of 12 oddly shaped red stones. They looked like they might be
uncut rubies except they were ridiculously large to be those precious gems.
Most anyone who saw such a piece of jewelry in a home like the modest, middle
class house she sat in now would assume it was just a piece of costume junk.

Nadine smiled at the thought. Her first smile in quite a long time. It did
look like costume jewelry. That was until you took the time to really study
it. Study it the way she was as she starting twisting her wedding ring once
more. She watched the bracelet as it shined and sparkled while sitting
placidly on the table top in front of her. If you looked at the stones closely
enough you could just make out little flecks of light as if there was some
kind of electrical current running through the crimson gems.

She stopped twisting her ring as she reached out and picked up the bracelet.
Holding it up, just inches away from her face, she examined it as closely as
she could without a magnifying glass. As if she could find some important
answer hidden in the glittering depths of one of the stones.

She heard a sound and froze. "Hank's home!" she thought wildly for a moment,
but relaxed as she spotted a car through the window that continue down the
street. She as she watched the car go past her house she noticed her
reflection in the window. And she was surprised for nearly the thousandth time
that the person looking aback at her wasn't the same bright, vivacious, fun
loving girl that she'd been at eighteen. Yes, she was still very attractive,
she thought candidly. She still had the same beautiful blonde hair that flowed
down her shoulder. The same eye catching figure, if just a few pounds fuller.
The same lovely face, with large, hazel eyes, firm, determined little chin,
and pert nose. She looked the same almost exactly the same, yet completely
different. At twenty-six she knew that she didn't have the same spark she had
once possessed when her entire life was ahead of her. She wasn't the same
person anymore. Not the person she had been... before she married Hank. She
felt old. And she knew she was on the threshold of looking old. She was still
four years away from thirty, yet she felt like a ragged old coat that had been
used too many seasons.

She set the bracelet back down on the table and started staring off into space
again. After about a minute her hands came together and once more she was
twisting the modest gold band on her finger. Over and over again she twisted
it and she thought.

She thought of her life before she had married Hank Campbell.

Hank and Nadine had been high school sweethearts. In a way it had seemed to be
preordained that they be so. Hank was the handsome Captain of the football
team. Nadine was the head of the cheerleading squad. Also, Leader of the
debating team, President of the student council and a straight A student,
making the national Honor roll in her Junior year.

Of course Hank and Nadine had been Homecoming King and Queen and of course
everyone assumed that they'd be getting married someday. Nadine had made that
assumption as well. But Hank had gotten a football Scholarship to Northwestern
University and Nadine had decided to study history at Vasser.

Hank had been as successful at Northwestern as he'd been at Worthington High.
After only three games during his first season he was considered a hot
prospect for the NFL. But fate had different plans for Hank Campbell.

Late one night, after a big victory over Ohio State, Hank had an accident with
the new convertible a grateful alumni had given him as a signing perk. Hank
had been out drinking and after being thrown out of a local road house, he
drove his car headlong into an oncoming truck. The truck driver had escaped
serious injury, and even Hank had been somewhat lucky. He should have been
killed, but instead he'd suffered two fractured legs, his right in three
places, a broken hip bone, a fractured pelvis and some broken ribs. The woman
who had been with Hank in the car wasn't so lucky. She was killed instantly.

Nadine had literally run to be at Hank's side after hearing the news. She had
been hurt when she discovered that Hank had been out with another woman but
she was determined to stand by her man in his hour of need. Nadine had been
with Hank when the doctor had told him the bad news. They assured him he'd
make a full recovery. He'd be able to do everything he had been able to do
before. Everything except play football. His right leg was so badly broken it
would need pins to hold the bone together. If he worked hard he'd regain full
mobility. The doctor assured him that most people would probably not be able
to tell that he'd suffered a serious injury. But his leg just wouldn't be able
to stand up to the kind of pounding he'd have to take if he ever went back out
on to the football field.

When the words had finally come out of the doctor's mouth, Hank had gripped
Nadine's hand so tightly that fresh tears started flowing from her eyes. She
had tried being positive, telling him that there were lots of other things he
could do, and they still had each other. But Hank didn't want to hear any of
it. He took it like a death sentence and descended into a depression that
lasted for weeks. But Nadine had been patient. She kept coming to visit him
every day, staying as long as the hospital allowed her to.

When Hank started rehab, Nadine was right there with him, helping him with the
exercises whenever he needed her too. Even when he said he didn't need her to.

It took up so much of her time she ended taking an emergency leave from
school. Her family nearly had a fit but she had insisted that she be there for
Hank. Even when he was angry and frustrated and decided to take some of his
anger and pain out on her.

Twist, twist, twist...

But Nadine understood Hank's outbursts weren't really directed at her. She was
just a convenient target. He'd be fine once he was back on his feet and able
to walk again without pain. She was sure of it. She persisted and as a result
of Nadine's devotion and hard work helping him, Hank's recovery was nothing
short of miraculous. He was released from the hospital in six weeks, and he
was walking normally again, without using crutches or canes by the end of six
months.

Hank should have been ecstatic. Most men with his type of injuries would
normally expect to be hobbling around with a cane for a year or more. But all
Hank seemed to be able to think about was the fact that he wouldn't be able to
play football anymore.

He made a half hearted attempt to finish collage but it was obvious that since
his instructors were no longer going to let him breeze through his courses
he'd never make it. Not even with Nadine as his full time tutor.

He knew he didn't have any choice. He'd have to go back to Worthington. There
he was a big man. Famous, admired, revered. He'd be able to find a well paying
job in a heartbeat. Everywhere else he would be just another ex-jock, dropout.

Hank told Nadine the news and then he asked her to marry him. Of course there
was no question about her going back to school. She'd have to be there to help
set up their new home.

So Nadine put her own dreams in a draw and married Hank Campbell. She had to.
She loved him. They were meant to be together... Weren't they?

Hank took a job with the Knewer & Marks Insurance Company as a salesman.
Nothing sold insurance in a small town like a local celebrity and there was no
bigger local celebrity then Hank Campbell.

After a few months, Hank and Nadine put a down payment on a small house -- the
house they still lived in -- and there they started their married lives
together.

The first year had been nice Nadine thought. Hank slowly adjusted to life as
it was now, he actually seemed happy for the most part. Being in a place where
you're considered a God -- no matter how small and confining -- can have that
effect on you.

Nadine got a job with the local Sears in the women's clothing department. It
was boring work but Nadine didn't mind. Having an employee discount helped
with furnishing a new home. They had been content, if not truly happy Nadine
thought.

Then the night of 'the dinner' had taken place. Nadine marked that night as
the exact moment when whatever chance of happiness she and Hank might ever
have had together vanished.

After years of fund drives and bond initiatives, Worthington High had finally
gotten a new gymnasium. Someone on the Board of Education had come up with the
idea of holding a dinner there to celebrate the occasion and having the former
MVPs of Worthington's Basketball, Baseball and Football teams present as
guests of honor.

Both Hank and Nadine had been excited about the prospect of the entire town's
attention being lavished on them for the evening. Nadine bought a new dress.
Hank rented a tuxedo. Sure, Bert Hutchinson and Tarry Foster would be there as
well, but it was really Hank's evening. Neither of them had been half the
athlete Hank was in his hay day. Neither of them had won half as many
individual trophies as Hank had. Neither one had played on teams that had gone
all the way to win the state championship. Everyone knew that. Also, both had
played for Worthington long before Hank. Bert had been on the Basketball team
that had made the regionals two of the years that he'd played on it and Tarry
had been on the Baseball team that had gone to win the league championship at
the county seat.

So Hank and Nadine had shown up that night expecting to be treated like
royalty, and in that regard they were not disappointed. The dinner was as good
as could be expected, the accolades were overflowing, but when finally they
brought up Hank and the other two former stars to the podium, that's when
things fell apart.

Both Bert and Tarry had gone to seed since the time they had played for
Worthington High. Bert had a belly that hung over his belt like an awning.
Tarry had a double chin and wheezed like a broken pump just walking from the
gym floor to the podium on the raised platform.

Hank looked at them as if they were concentration camp survivors. When Bert
raised his arm to shake Hank's hand, the younger man recoiled as if he had
been offered the hand of a leper.

Few of the cheering crowed even noticed Hank's stunned reaction, but Nadine
did. She could tell that Hank was disgusted by the two ex-jocks. After the
dinner, Hank was anxious to leave but Bert Hutchinson cornered Hank to give
him a personal invite to "The Fort," the local watering hole that was a hang
out for a lot of former Worthington High stars.

He had put a friendly hand on Hank's shoulder and said, "come on down and join
the club. After all, you're one of us."

Hank's face went pale and he suddenly turned and marched out of the new gym.
During the trip home all Hank would do was stare grimly out at the road. Every
stab at conversation that Nadine tried died a quick death during that endless
drive.

As soon as Hank and Nadine were through the front door of their house Hank was
at the liquor cabinet, slamming down two bourbons before he even set the
bottle down. He started to rant about what losers Bert and Tarry were to let
themselves go like that.

"Bert's just twelve years older than me. Tarry isn't even forty yet," he said,
sloshing liquor as he paced the room, working himself up into a frenzy.

Nadine sat on the sofa and listened to Hank rant, trying to understand why he
was so upset and getting more apprehensive by the minute.

"I'm not gonna' end up like that," he said, suddenly turning to Nadine and
pointing a finger at her, as if he were accusing her of something, she
thought. "Sure, maybe I've put on a few pounds, but I haven't turned into a
fucking blimp. I'm not smoking two packs a day and sitting on the toilet a
half hour at a stretch just to take a fucking dump." He felt his own spare
tire, trying to convince himself of what he had just said.

"Well, maybe more than a few pounds, but that's over now. I'm joining a gym
tomorrow morning. I'm gonna' start working out with weights again, start
jogging... Do whatever it takes to get back into shape."

Nadine rose from the sofa and walked over to Hank. Gently, she took the glass
from his hand and set it down on a table and then took his hands into her own.

"Hank, you don't have to worry, you're in great shape. You don't have to join
some fancy gym. We've got that weight set-up in the basement from when you
still needed to do your rehab exercises." She looked deeply into his eyes
tying to gauge if she was getting through. "Honey, you're walking without a
cane and without pain. You don't have anything to prove to anyone. You don't
have to feel badly because you're not an athlete anymore."

Suddenly Hank jerked his hands away as if Nadine had burned him. His eyes
turned into blazing little coals of hatred as he pushed her away.

"What the Fuck do you know about anything!"

Without warning Nadine's head was rocked back and she found herself on the
floor. For a second she wasn't sure how she got there. She touched her face
and felt a small trickle of blood flowing from her mouth. Then she saw Hank
standing over her, sweat on his forehead, his fists clenched. He was shaking
as he shouted down at her.

"Don't talk about things you don't having a fucking clue about, Nadine! I'm
still a fucking athlete... The Best Fucking Athlete that this piece of shit
town has ever seen! Don't you dare compare me to losers like those old sacks
of shit we saw tonight."

He turned and stalked off, picking up the bottle he'd been poring from as he
went. She could hear his heavy steps as he retreated to the rear of the house.
She heard the door of the den slam shut, shaking the entire house.

Nadine just sat where she had fallen, not sure what to do. Finally she put her
head in her hands and started to cry.

The next day Hank seemed to be back to normal. He didn't talk about anything
that had happened the previous night as he silently wolfed down his breakfast.
But Nadine knew that Hank remembered everything. She could tell by the way he
avoided looking at the livid bruise that marked the side of her face. Hank was
never one to shrink away from eye contact. He considered it a sign of
weakness. And Hank hated weakness.

Later that day Hank joined The Olympian Gym.

At first Nadine was glad that Hank appeared to be genuinely excited about
something. Too often over the past year Hank had seemed to be just going
through the motions of everyday life, but his frequent trips to the gym
appeared to energize him. But her happiness soon turned to unease as Hank's
temper grow worse and worse. It wasn't long before Nadine came to believe that
Hank was using steroids. But whenever she would try to talk to Hank about it
he would angrily deny it and tell her to mind her own business.

As if what Hank did to his body wasn't any of Nadine's business.

As time went on Hank increased his workouts from four days a week, to seven
days a week. From once in the evening to twice a day, early morning and after
work.

Whatever Hank was doing seemed to work incredibly well. In just under six
months he looked as good as he had in High School. In a year he was far more
muscular then he had ever been during his star athlete days, looking almost
like a linebacker. But Hank didn't stop there. He kept packing the muscle on
and as he did he spent more and more time away from home. Until finally one
night he didn't come home at all. That was when Nadine knew that Hank was also
cheating on her.

There had been signs of course. Even before that night at the Gym ceremony
Nadine had her fears. Hang ups that only seemed to happen when she picked up
the phone. A whiff of strange perfume on his clothing. Lipstick on his shirt
collar. A strange scratch on his body that he couldn't explain. Nadine was
able to rationalize just about all of it up till then.

But the morning that he returned home she confronted him.

At first Hank had been evasive, claming that he'd just spend the night at
Marty Greeson's after having too much to drink. But Nadine had called Marty's
the previous night and found out that Hank's friend was sick in bed with the
flu. That's when Hank turned nasty. He told Nadine to drop it, but she
wouldn't. She demanded to know who Hank had been sleeping with and how long it
had been going on.

That's when Hank struck her for the second time in their marriage. But this
time it wasn't a back handed slap while being half sloshed. This time he went
totally over the ballistic with rage. He punched her and threw her to the
floor. He kicked her and then started to beat her with his belt.

And all the while he kept yelling things at her.

"SHOW THE PROPER RESPECT FOR THE MAN OF THE HOUSE!"

"STOP BEING A FUCKING NAG AND BE THE KIND OF WIFE I DESERVE!"

"DON'T EVER QUESTION ME AGAIN!"

On and on it went. The yelling and the beating until Nadine finally,
mercifully passed out. When she woke up she was in the hospital and Hank was
there in tears. He told the police a story about the house being robbed and
finding Nadine like that.

And Nadine confirmed Hank's story.

That's when life with Hank truly turned into a nightmare. Hank had seemed
dutifully remorseful at the hospital but Nadine realized later that had been
only because of the police investigation. Hank had made many promises while
sitting next to her bedside, and Nadine had said she'd give him another
chance.

But Hank's steroid use continued, as did the cheating and the beatings.
Although none as bad as the one that sent her to the hospital. After that Hank
had been very careful, almost clinical, with how he used his fists.

Nadine started missing days at work. Sometimes three or four in a row. Then
she'd go in with a lame excuse and a thick layer of make-up. Finally she was
fired. They called it a layoff but she knew the reason why they were letting
her go.

Hank wasn't happy about it, but it was one of the few things of a negative
nature she could remember telling him during those times that didn't elicit
another beating.

Nadine realized that at heart Hank liked the idea of her being at home.
Cooking, cleaning, waiting for him to come through the front door.

Fortunately Hank didn't seem interested in children. "Thank God I never got
pregnant," she would say silently to herself at least once a day. She used to
think something was wrong with her -- which would have been Hank's opinion too
if she had asked him for his view on the subject -- but now she felt that she
had dodged at least one bullet in her life.

If she had to worry about a child as well as herself she didn't think she
could make it through the long, lonely, fear filled days.

She thought frequently about leaving Hank and had even tried it twice. One
time Hank had found the suitcase that she had packed and hidden in the hall
closet. The other time, Hank had found her at the bus station as she waited to
board. He came up beside her and gripped her arm so tightly that she thought
he might break it, all the while keeping a kindly smile on his face as he
picked up her suitcase with his free hand and walked her out of the bus
station. He never once released that terrible death grip on her forearm until
they were in the car, on the way home.

Both times he stopped her from leaving she thought he would kill her. When he
brought her home from the bus station, he had placed his hands around her
throat and had very slowly, very methodically squeezed her neck, choking her.
He didn't remove his hands until her body sled down the wall he had backed her
up against, and she was splayed out on the floor, her tongue hanging out of
her mouth like some kind of cartoon caricature of what a person being choked
should look like.

When she was fully conscious once more he told her that if she ever tried
leaving him again then he would kill her.

Nadine believed him. She believed him completely.

So she did what women have done all over the world and thoughout history. She
tried to anticipate his every desire and never be the cause of one of his bad
moods. And she walked on eggshells, around landmines, stepping over barbed
wire as she did so.

She could never be certain what would set Hank off. She was sure that Hank
struck her sometimes simply out of boredom, or when one of his favorite teams
had lost a game, or just for the hell of it. But she endeared it. She did so
because there was no other alternative.

Well, there was one, but she wasn't ready for that yet. Nadine still believed
that where there was life, there was hope. And she still had hope. But it was
becoming faded and worn, like an old photograph. And she feared that if
something didn't happen soon, she'd become as faded and indistinct as one of
those photographs as well.

That's when the package came from Vickie. Her younger sister had sent her hope
in a bread box sized parcel by way of Federal Express.

* * *

Nadine heard a car engine, and there was no mistake this time, it was Hank's
convertible coming up their driveway.

She got up and went to the front door, straightening her dress and touching up
her hair as she did so. She opened the front door just as Hank reached it.
Without pausing he walked through the doorway of the modest but clean track
house and tossed his jacket and gymbag on the small wooden bench that sat in
the entree way hall.

Nadine greeted Hank and tried to gauge if he expected a kiss then decided he
didn't. He mumbled something about dinner as he opened the evening paper and
went into the kitchen. Nadine took a moment to hang up his jacket and put the
gymbag away, making a mental note to remove the sweaty gym clothes before she
went to bed. Then she went to the stove and prepared Hank a plate from the
still warm food that had been ready to eat two and half hours before.

As she put the steaming plate in front of him, noticing he was looking at the
sports page, as usual. Hank let out a soft curse. "Damn Michigan State! Their
offensive end has gone to shit in the last couple of months."

Nadine sat silently, and watched Hank shovel the food into his mouth. He must
have enjoyed it because he didn't stop eating to barrette her about anything.
But that was the only way she could tell.

As soon as he was through, Hank belched, threw his napkin onto his plate and
pushed his chair back. Without a backward glance, he went into the living
room. As she picked up the dirty dish, Nadine heard the blaring of ESPN's
theme music from the TV.

Setting the dirty dish in the sink, Nadine nearly dropped it when Hank shouted
out, "how about a beer out here!"

Quickly she got a Miller Lite from the fridge and pored it into a tall glass.
She set the glass down on the table next to Hank's recliner and waited to see
if he wanted anything else. Hank liked to order things one at a time. Some
nights it took six or seven trips to the kitchen before Hank was satisfied. He
picked up the beer and examined the glass.

"Where's the iced mug, Nadine?"

"Eh... They're all in the dish washer, Honey..." was all she was able to get
out before Hank was on his feet and looming over her.

SLAP!

She heard it before she felt it. The world went reeling as she fell to the
floor. For a moment she lay there, unsure whether she should get up or not.
She knew that if she didn't act sufficiently injured, Hank would feel he
hadn't disciplined her enough. Fortunately, when he leaned down to help her
up, she knew he had subjected her to all the "correctioning" (his word) he
thought she needed for the evening. 'He must be in the mood for sex later
tonight,' she thought somewhat bitterly, even though that was exactly what she
wanted as well.

"I'm sorry, Baby. But you have to know by now that I like my beer in a cold
mug," Hank said soothingly.

Nadine quickly wiped away the tears that weren't there. She had learned long
ago that if she cried quickly Hank was more likely to end the beating quickly.
Then she straightened up and put a brave smile on her face. A smile afterward
was another trick she leaned. Hank liked to see her smile to let him know she
appreciated his attention. Surviving in the Campbell household was a unique
science all its own.

Nadine apologized once more, then went to the kitchen to wash the mugs out and
put them in the freezer door for Hank.

As stood at the sink turned her red eyes skyward and looked up at the stars.
Or at least that's what anyone watching would think. In reality her eyes were
fixed on the moon as it made its slow trek across the heavens. The big full
moon. 'Tonight,' she thought and then casually wiped away some real tears she
didn't even remember shedding.

1

As Nadine lay in bed, she could see Hank's broad back as he stood in front of
the bathroom sink, performing the nightly ritual of brushing his teeth,
flossing and admiring himself one last time in the bathroom mirror. Finally he
was done gargling and he spit the contents of his mouth out. He raised his
impressive arms and gave a quick double biceps pose, smiling as he once more
saw the imposing bulges that rose on command. Finishing his nightly routine,
he switched off the light as he exited the bathroom.

He slipped between the sheets of the large antique, wrought-iron bed he shared
with his wife. As always he was slightly annoyed with the sound of the
metallic creak as his 270 pound frame settled in for the night, even though he
had come to enjoy the sounds the bed made during sex. Sex at home anyway. He
then flipped the switch on his nightstand, leaving only the moonlight that
came streaming through the open drapes as the sole illumination in the quiet
bedroom.

After a moment, Hank reached out for Nadine and was momentary surprised that
she immediately came to him. Usually she was very hesitant after he'd had to
discipline her and it would take a little 'coaxing' to get her in the mood.
But this time she slid across the bed without any prompting, kissing him
hungrily on the lips, even plunging her own tongue deeply into his eager
mouth.

Hank was pleased by this turn of events. After that cock teasing bitch had
left him high and dry at the bar after his workout, he had thought that the
best he could do was a quick in and out with Nadine. In other words; the
usual. But for once she seemed to be willing to please a man the way a wife
should.

Quickly he pushed off the pajama bottoms that he wore to bed and flipped
Nadine onto her back. He moved between her legs and was elated to find her wet
and ready to take him. Moving her nightgown out of the way he plunged his
rigid member into her. He wasted no time as he started moving in and out of
Nadine's unusually eager love channel.

Hank was surprised with the enthusiasm that Nadine summoned as she met his
thrusts, arching her back and wrapping her legs around his waist. Usually she
would just lay there like a sack of dog food, just waiting for him to finish.
Hank hated when she did that. Could she finally be remembering to appreciate
the man she had married? As the force of his thrusts increased, he covered her
lips with his own and plunged his tongue into her open mouth.

Soon Hank was on the verge of climax. He could feel himself near the edge, and
he could tell that Nadine was nearly there herself. He rose up, sweat covering
his body like a sheet and screamed out an incomprehensible series of words,
and as he did so, he thought he saw a flash of light envelop the room. Wow!
Then he collapsed next to Nadine, falling on his side, his rabidly shrinking
member coming loose with a nearly inaudible squishing sound. Sweating and
panting, he turned his head to see where the light had come from, but there
was nothing. 'Must have just been a cars headlights as it made a turn,' he
thought. ‘Or maybe a police chopper...' and he started drifting, sighing in
contentment as the aftereffects from the intense orgasm washed through him.

He stretched out on the bed, running his hand over Nadine's naked body as she
lay next to him. He had never experienced a more powerful orgasm in his entire
life, and the last thing he heard before sleep completely claimed him was
Nadine's own soft coos of pleasure, though at that moment they sounded to him
more like a chortle of triumph.

2

The next thing Hank knew it was morning. Harsh sunlight had replaced the soft
moonglow from the previous night. But that wasn't what had awoken Hank. He
could feel something warm and wet moving around his cock. Nadine!

Hank's surprise from the previous evening was nothing compared to what he
experienced at that moment. He could count the number of times that Nadine had
pleasured him orally during the course of their marriage with the fingers of
one hand. And never without a great deal of prodding from him. He could feel
her warm, inviting lips envelop him as her hands griped his huge thighs.
Quickly he moved them apart to give her greater access and released a long,
satisfied sigh as he felt tendrils of pleasure shot through his large frame.

As she sucked and ran her tongue along the length of his huge manhood, he
griped the sheets of his bedding so tightly his fingers were white and he
screamed out his ecstasy. As he came he thought the room had suddenly filled
with bright light, as if someone had fired off a flashbulb in the house. It
was the second time he thought he'd seen a flash of light as he came. His head
shot up and he looked around wildly, carefully listening for any unusual
sound. But there was nothing. Nothing but his and Nadine's own ragged
breathing. As Nadine slid over to her own side of the bed his head hit the
pillow with his eyes already closing. And less then ten seconds later he was
sound asleep once more, a look of complete contentment covering his handsome
face.

But if Hank had been able to stay awake a few moments longer, and he had
peered over at his wife, his feelings of contentment would have been short
lived. She sat up in bed, a thin sheet covering her, almost completely
motionless as she silently regarded him in the soft morning sunlight. Hank
Campbell would have been surprised and perhaps a little bit alarmed at the
self satisfied smile that covered his wife's full, sensuous lips. After a few
more minutes of her own silent observation, she sprang to her feet and padded
to the bathroom, throwing the sheet aside as she did so. Ready and eager to
start her day.

Interlude

Consciousness seeped slowly back into Hank Campbell's brain. As his eyes
fluttered open he tried to put the pieces of the last night together. Thinking
for a moment of the fantastic sex of the previous evening and earlier in the
morning he let out a satisfied sigh. 'If every night and morning were like
this, then I'd never go to the gym,' he thought and chuckled wickedly. ‘I
might not even make it in to work.'

In one smooth motion he kicked the covers away and swung his legs out from the
bed and quickly stood up. As he stood in the cheery morning sun of the bedroom
he started to stretch but then he suddenly stopped as he was suddenly gripped
with a deadening sense of unease. As if something was dreadfully wrong. He
looked around the bedroom, searching for something out of place. Everything
was as it had always been. Pictures of sailboats on the walls, blue striped
wall paper covering everything. Family photographs on the dresser, old yellow
robe hanging on the bathroom door.

Nadine wasn't there of course. She'd be in the kitchen fixing breakfast....
No, it was Saturday morning. That was the day she did volunteer work at the
hospital. Handing out magazines and orange juice to the gimps and sickos stuck
there. Or something like that. He'd never been interested enough to find out
exactly what she did during her volunteer duty. He considered it a waste of
time, but most of the wives of the executives at his company volunteered there
as well, so Hank let her do it. Besides, it gave him some privacy in the
morning and Hank liked that part.

He got up and put his robe on and went to the bathroom for a hot shower. As he
showered, shaved, and brushed his teeth, Hank couldn't shake the feeling that
something was wrong. After drying off he went into the kitchen to see what
Nadine had left him for breakfast.

As he pulled the covered plate from the oven, the feeling of something not
being right nagged at him. Feeling ill at ease, Hank went to the refrigerator
and pulled out the carafe of orange juice. He pored himself an extra large
glass full of his favorite morning drink. It was while he was putting the
container away that he finally realized what was wrong. It was him.

Standing directly in front of the refrigerator, Hank suddenly realized that
his eyes were below the top of the unit. An icy bolt of fear shot through
Hank's body. The carafe slipped from his fingers and crashed to the floor.

He gripped the fridge with both hands and tried to judge how much smaller he
was. At first he thought it must be some kind of illusion. The fridge had to
be sitting on some sort of platform. The house must be tilting. The floor he
was standing was sinking. Anything but what he feared most. But there was no
denying it. He had always looked down at the top of the refrigerator, but now
his eyes were just below the edge.

Stepping back, Hank didn't even notice the shards of jagged glass that lay
scattered about the floor. He lurched for the phone.

* * *

An hour later Hank sat wearing just a paper gown in his doctors examination
room. He watched Doc Corbin as he looked over Hank's chart and compared
results. It wasn't easy getting his doctor to come in on a Saturday, but
Corbin had benefited a lot over the years from the referrals Hank had given
him through his insurance company, so the doctor was willing to do his patent
a favor.

After a moment, the elderly physician cleared his throat. "Well... This is
rather odd. You seem to be three inches shorter and nearly 25 pounds lighter
then you were during your last visit."

Hank jumped to his feet so suddenly the doctor nearly dropped the chart. "I've
been telling you that all fucking morning, Doc! What I want to know is why and
what the hell can you do about it?!?!"

The doctor rose from his chair and put a comforting hand on Hank's shoulder.
"Easy, Hank, getting hysterical isn't going to help at all. In fact it would
probably make things much worse."

Hank let the old man ease him back down into a sitting position on the table.
Hank calmed somewhat but he was far from comforted by the doctors words. "How
could it be any fucking worse, Doc? I'm shrinking here!"

Doc Corbin pulled up a stole and took a sat directly across from Hank. "Hank,
it's true that this is a very odd and disturbing occurrence, but you have to
look at the positive. All your vital signs are strong and normal. I haven't
found any odd growths, and your color and reflexes are good. Now I'm going to
take the samples I took from you and put a rush on them in the lab, and once I
get those back we'll have a better chance of understanding what's going on
with your body. In the meantime the best thing you can do for yourself is try
to remain calm and get some rest."

Hank was incredulous. "Are you kidding? I come here half the size I was
yesterday and you want me to take two aspirin and call you in the morning?"

"Hank, I'd check you into the hospital right now if I thought it would do any
good," the doctor said, sounding somewhat indulgent. "But until I have some
idea of what's caused this, there's no way to prescribe a treatment." Again he
put a reassuring hand on Hank's shoulder. "We'll find the answer. It'll just
take some time. Trust me on this."

3

Hank was anything but reassured after his trip to the doctor's office. He
spent hours just driving around aimlessly. He thought about going for a
workout, but the idea of someone in his gym noticing that he was smaller
chilled him to the bone. When he got home he measured and weighed himself
again and was relieved that it hadn't gotten any smaller since seeing Dr.
Corbin. He'd expected Nadine to be home, and was mildly annoyed that she
wasn't. It wasn't anything unusual for her not get home till late on a
Saturday night. It was her usual weekend routine. It was the one night of the
week Hank didn't care if she were home or not because he almost always had his
own plans for the evening, so she would go out with her girlfriends after her
shift volunteering at the hospital was over. Hank was usually out late
himself. Working out, going to the bar, perhaps meeting an interesting young
lady somewhere...

But tonight he wanted - no, he actually needed Nadine to be home. He didn't
know if he could explain to her what had happened to him, but he knew just
having her with him would make him feel a little better. He thought about
calling around to try and find her, but the idea of talking to anyone else
depressed him terribly. He downed a tumbler of bourbon, then filled his glass
again. He looked at himself in the mirror over the bar. He could swear every
time he looked at himself now he appeared smaller and less substantial. He
finished his drink in two quick gulps then reached for the bottle again.

* * *

He was lying in bed when she came to him. It was completely dark this night.
No moon shinning through the windows. Just the far off light of the stars. He
felt Nadine's lips on his cheek and then moving down his face to his neck.
"Nadine... I..." but his voice trailed off in uncertainty.

"Shhhhhhhhhhh," her hand lightly covered his mouth. "Talk tomorrow, love
tonight," she said in a beguiling, throaty whisper that he hadn't heard her
use in years.

Her lips found his and he returned the kiss. Hank was suddenly aware that he
still had his clothes on. She started tugging on his belt and he reached down
to help her. Hank was still deathly afraid and yet turned on at the same time.
He needed her so badly at that moment. He tried to pull Nadine closer, but she
was suddenly on top of him, straddling him. It was a move he couldn't remember
her attempting since they were teenagers. She undid the clasp of her bra and
threw it aside. Hank reached up and ran his hands over her breasts. They felt
large and wonderfully firm. He couldn't believe how hard and pointed the
nipples were. 'Why didn't I ever notice how firm they were before?' Hank
wondered. Then all thought deserted his brain.

Nadine leaned down and kissed him again and Hank probed her mouth with his
tongue. She moaned as she sucked on it, drawing the tongue in as far as it
would go then lightly biting down on the tip. Hank jerked in surprise, but
Nadine just smiled as she licked the side of his mouth and ran her tongue up
the side of his face, all the way to his ear. Then she rose up and quickly
pulled off her panties. Once she was bare, she started working on Hank's
shorts. Hank could feel the flush of excitement run all the way down to his
toes as Nadine hurriedly worked his shorts down his muscular thighs, exposing
his rapidly growing member for her.

Once Nadine had his groin exposed Hank reached up for her. Almost tenderly he
grabbed her, pulled her down to the bed and rolled on top of her. Desperately
he grabbed his cock which was already as hard as he could ever remember it
being. He took a position over Nadine and guided his rock hard dick in between
her open thighs. She squealed with delight as he entered her. Hank couldn't
believe how wet and ready she was for him. He couldn't remember the last time
(before the previous night) she was so anxious for a good fucking. Nadine
scooted up, doing her best to completely envelop Hank's manhood within her.
With one quick thrust he was buried completely in Nadine's moist tunnel and
her vaginal walls contracted, almost painfully, around his swollen cock.

"AAAAAHHHH," he moaned as he felt the exquisite sensations that ran up from
his cock. He started pumping inside her as her legs came up and locked around
his waist, trying her best to draw him inside her body as completely as she
could.

A fine sheen of sweat covered Hank as he placed his hands on the iron
headboard, and he started pumping in and out of Nadine as hard as he could.
The squeaks and rattling noise of the ancient, iron frame bed was nearly
drowned out by Hank and Nadine's grunts and groans of pleasure.

Suddenly, Nadine lunged upward and bit Hank's chest just above one of his
nipples. That exquisite pain sent Hank over the edge. "ARRHHHHHHHHHHHG!" Hank
screamed until his voice trailed off from lack of air. Hank's scream triggered
Nadine's own release and she shuddered in orgasmic rapture. And as she did,
once more the modest bedroom was momentarily bathed in a flash of white light.
Hank collapsed on top of Nadine. His final thought before unconsciousness
clamed him was, 'that light...?"

After taking a few moments to catch her breath, Nadine eased herself from
underneath Hank. She slid off the bed and took a stance next to his sleeping
form. She stood over her slumbering husband and regarded him coolly. For
nearly three minutes she watched the slow but steady rise of his chest as he
breathed. Assured that he was sleeping deeply -- his breathing deep and
regular -- she padded off to the bathroom. Even if Hank had been awake, it
would have been too dark to see the satisfied smile that turned the corners of
Nadine's full lips as she left the room.

4

Just for a moment -- before wakefulness fully came over him -- Hank Campbell
was at peace. The intense love making of the previous night had driven his
worries from his mind and left him relaxed and contented once more. Languidly,
he started to stretch then suddenly the memory of the previous day jumped up
at him, making him sit bolt upright in the bed. Nadine was gone, not that Hank
noticed as he rushed naked to the bathroom. He knew even before he looked at
himself in the mirror that he'd lost some more height since yesterday.
Gripping the sink with nearly enough force to shatter the porcelain, Hank
forced himself to be calm, he just stood and stared at himself in the bathroom
mirror, shaking his head in bewilderment.

His worst fear was confirmed. Normally Hank's forehead was cut off in the
reflection. He'd thought about getting a larger bathroom mirror a thousand
times before. But now he wouldn't need to because he could see top of his head
clearly.

He was at least two inches shorter then yesterday. Maybe three. He jumped on
the bathroom scale and was shocked to find that he was eighteen pounds lighter
then the last time he weighed himself. Hank started pacing in the tiny
bathroom, shaking from terror.

"What's happening to me? What the fuck is happening to me?!?!" he yelled. Of
course no answer came.

He walked back into the bedroom and for the first time he realized that Nadine
wasn't there.

'Where the fuck is she TODAY?' Hank thought angrily. She didn't do any
volunteer work on Sunday unless the church needed her for some special event.
Hank threw on a robe -- hating the way the sleeves now went past his wrists --
and went to the kitchen to find her. 'She'd better be home this time,' he
thought wrathfully.

Hank nearly walked right past her. He was so certain that she would be in the
kitchen he didn't even turn his head to look in the direction of the living
room until he heard some papers rustling. But she was sitting on the living
room sofa. She was wearing her old housecoat. The one Hank hated, but he let
her keep it because he it was better then having her spending money to replace
it. She was going though some financial papers, drinking a cup of coffee,
acting like she didn't have a care in the world as he stood in front of her,
nearly panting in terror. "Nadine, look at me!" he said in a voice that was
nearly cracking with hysteria.

Finally, Nadine raised her eyes and took notice of Hank staring at her. At an
almost leisurely pace, she folded the piece of paper she'd been looking at,
and gave Hank a long, appraising look. As her eyes turned up to his, something
seemed different about her. But Hank instantly dismissed the thought from his
mind. He had much bigger concerns buzzing around his brain at that moment.

After taking a few seconds to look her husband up and down Nadine spoke. "Good
Morning, Hank. You know, you're looking a little..." she paused while
searching for the proper word, "...diminished today." Her voice was light and
good natured, but the words hit Hank like a hammer. Nadine acted like him
standing in front of her, six inches shorter than he'd been two days ago was a
perfectly natural phenomenon. Unusual perhaps, but nothing astonishing or to
be overly worried about.

"Nadine!" he said, angry at first, but then trailed off, not sure what to say.
"Don't you realize?! I feel like I'm going crazy. I'm... I'm shrinking. I
don't know what's..." Nadine smirked at Hank's confused and muddled state.
Normally he would have taken his anger and uncertainty out on her already, but
he had obviously lost confidence and needed something else from her. Some
reassurance perhaps and understanding. "Well?"

She straightened the pile of papers and put them aside, smoothed her housecoat
and settled further back into the sofa before replying. "Actually, Hank, I did
notice it." She spoke slowly, drawing out the words as if she were talking to
someone very dim and slow witted. As she spoke she reached down for a ribbon
and started tying her hair back. "You see, I'm the one responsible for you
getting smaller. I like you being smaller, Hank. And you know what else?" She
finished trying her long, straw blond hair into a pony tail and stood up...
and up... and up... until she stood in front of Hank at very near eye level.
Hank looked down to see if Nadine had a pair of high heels on to add some
extra height, but she was bare footed. "It's just the beginning."

"What the fuck?!!" was all Hank could think to say.

She smiled sweetly at him. "I can see that at least you still have your way
with words, Sweetie. Now let's see what you have to say to this?" And with
that, Nadine unbuttoned the front of her housecoat, and let it slip down her
body and pool on the floor around her feet.

For a second Hank thought that he must be dreaming and this was the mother of
all nightmares. There stood Nadine, free from the confines of her housecoat.
All she was wearing now was a black work out bra, and a black bikini thong.
But that wasn't what sent Hank's head reeling.

Somehow Nadine hadn't only grown as Hank had shrunk. She had also somehow -
incredibly -- gained muscle. She was as muscular as some of those fitness
competitors that Hank had seen on ESPN2. Her physique was more defined and
pronounced then any woman that he had seen working out at the Olympian Gym.
They just stood staring at each other for a moment then Nadine raised one arm
and flexed her bicep. A very hard looking, tennis ball sized mound of muscle
rose from her arm. Playfully, she moved her arm back and forth, making the
bicep muscle raise and recede several times. Finally, Nadine held her arm in
place, letting Hank get a good look at her swollen arm muscle at its peak. She
looked from Hank, to her bicep and then back to Hank. Then she winked at him.

Hank was too stunned for a moment to do anything. It was if he was frozen.
Then, the food gates opened and it finally became clear to Hank. Impossible as
it was to believe, somehow Nadine had not only caused his body to shrink,
she'd gained the height and muscle mass he'd lost. It was insane. Beyond
belief. But here she stood, looking as if she been working out like a demon
for the past several years.

"You...you... You fucking Cunt! You've been... You've stolen..," Hank
sputtered, trying to find the words through the anger that was masking
everything in a red haze.

"That's right, Hank. You've finally given me a little bit of yourself.
Thanks," she said in an elated voice.

Hank might have asked how. He might have asked why. But forming words was far
too much at that moment for Hank to give voice to. All his brain was capable
at that moment was an all consuming, blinding rage.

"GRRRRRRRRRRAAAAA!!!" He roared, as he lunged at her, his hands turning to
claws as he reached for her throat.

But Nadine was ready for him. She brought both her arms up, momentarily
blocking his hold, then while he was too surprised by that to react, she
crouched down and hit him with a perfectly aimed one-two combination strike
right into his unprepared stomach.

Her fists hit like two tiny jackhammers as the air whooshed out of him while
he bent over, his face instantly turning to the most amazing shade of crimson
as it also contorted in pain. Not wasting a wonderful opportunity, Nadine
pulled back one newly muscled arm and plowed her fist right into Hank's
unprotected face. The blow sent Hank stumbling back, until he collided with a
table and lamp sitting in the corner of the room. He grabbed at the wall,
knocking pictures and plaques down. Nadine came after him, not wanting to give
him time to recover. As he tried to keep his footing, he instinctively raised
his arm to try and block of the blows that he knew was coming. Nadine came at
him swinging, raining rights and lefts at him, trying to put him away quickly.
As she pressed forward, Hank was able to ward off the worst her attack until
he was able push himself off from the wall that he'd been using for support
and waded into Nadine. He swung wildly at her, his arm seeming to be moving in
slow motion as she ducked and waved. Nimbly avoiding his blows, Nadine seemed
to be able to strike back at Hank at well. Believing his robe was slowing him
down and impeding his range of motion, Hank threw off it off and faced Nadine
nude.

Nadine was slightly surprised by Hank's discarding his robe, but her surprise
quickly gave way to pleasure when she saw that even though his world had been
turned upside down, his penis was standing at full mast. But she couldn't
afford to let her elation show yet. Nadine struck back at Hank with blow after
blow, each of which seemed to be connecting solidly with his sweaty frame.

Growing frustrated by his inability land a blow on Nadine's nimble form, Hank
decided to throw caution to the wind. Ignoring the punches she was peppering
him with, he grabbed at Nadine and threw her down to the ground with all his
weight on top of her. He thought this would be the end of it. That Nadine
would be too stunned to fight back and he'd be able to put her away with just
a couple of slaps. But if she was hurt from the fall, she didn't show. She
twisted and squirmed like a wild animal. Kicking, scratching and biting so
fiercely that all Hank could to was try to immobilize her arms and hope she
quickly tired herself out. But Hank was the one who was becoming tired,
finally letting go of one of Nadine's arms long enough for her to tag him
squarely in the nose. Pain flooded Hank's brain as blood spurted out of his
nose. Trying to stem the flow, he let lose of Nadine's other arm and she used
the opportunity to roll away free.

While Hank tried to stem the flow of blood gushing out his nose, Nadine sprang
to her feet and came back at him once more. Hank was still on his knees as
Nadine tackled him, grabbing him around the neck and once more sending a
flurry of punches at him. Hank, starting to feel dizzy and his face numb,
grabbed Nadine around her lower body and lifted her up. But he overestimated
his own strength and as he tried to gain his feet, her wiggling made him lose
him balance and they both tumbled to the floor once more.

Soon they were both covered in blood - Hank's blood - and again Hank was
unable to trap Nadine's flailing arms. The blood only added to his woes. Very
quickly, Nadine squirmed out of his grasp and put some distance between
herself and her husband. This time however she didn't immediately go back on
the attack. She could see Hank was winded and the blood loss had unnerved him.
As soon as she was clear of Hank she got back on her feet and waited for him
to do the same.

Hank did. His anger had dissipated somewhat for the first time he was
thinking. He looked at his wife as she stood panting a dozen feet away from
him. Her muscles looked sleek and dangerous, all the more so since she had
large splotches of his blood on her arms and upper body. She looked like some
kind of Warrior Goddess, fresh from battle. For the first time he realized
that he was aroused.

Nadine watched as his eyes roamed over her new energized body. A feral smile
came to her lips. "Like what you see, Hank? It's just the start. Why don't you
come over here to Mamma and let her make you feel better?"

Her taunt had the desired effect. Once more Hank's eyes narrowed and he gave
an enraged roar and charged her. This time she didn't try to meet him head on.
When was nearly in reaching distance, she fainted to her right, leaving her
left leg in place. Hank tripped over the leg and as he went down, she gave him
a quick shot to the side of the neck. Hank started gasping as he fell forward,
trying to grab something to halt his descent. With him choking, using his
hands to support himself while trying to regain his feet, Nadine quickly
dodged in front of him and pulling her leg back, her knee suddenly shot out
and connected solidly with his right eye. Screaming in rage and pain, Hank
fell, his hands covering his face.

That was enough to put him down on the ground but not enough to knock him out.
Nadine didn't want to waste this chance. She leaped on Hank's back and snaked
her arms around his throat, and quickly circled her lags around his
midsection. Hank reached up, trying to force her arms from around his neck,
but he couldn't get a decent hold. Slowly, she tightened her embrace cutting
off Hank's badly needed oxygen. Hank struggled mightily, turning over, bucking
like a bronco bull, but in the end it was useless. His vision started to cloud
and his hands began to lose their strength.

Nadine's face flashed in a savage smile of joy as she felt Hank's body go
slack in her deadly embrace. But she didn't want him completely out. Not yet
anyway. Reluctantly, she eased off on the death grip she had around his throat
then she kicked him over so that he was laying on his back. She enjoyed the
sight of him laid out on the floor, bruised and bloody, looking like a beached
whale that had come too close to the shore after a nasty scrape with hunting
vessel. As soon as he was free from her punishing hold, Hank started to gulp
in huge lungfulls of badly needed air. Then came the coughing and sputtering.
As he lay there gagging, trying to get his breath back, he started waving and
flailing his arms about, desperately trying to get his body working again.

Nadine didn't waste a second. She leapt to her feet and tugged off her brief
outfit. Skimpy as it was, it would still interfere with what she needed to do
right now. She then squatted down next to Hank's prone body. He was thrashing
about, trying to rise. Nadine shook her head, almost amused. Grabbing a
handful of his hair, she turned his face so he had to look her in the eye. His
eyes were daggers as they met hers. Nadine smiled, then slammed his head
against the carpeted floor, stunning him. Then she made quick examination of
his body, paying special attention to his cock. It hadn't been damaged during
their little melee. Good. Nadine smiled. All her self defense lessons and
practicing had paid off handsomely. But now wasn't the time to crow about how
victory. There were many things still left to do before this was all over.
Wiping the smile off her face, Nadine quickly moved into position, then
straddled his midsection and started easing herself down his body till her
already excited pussy was almost directly over his still hard dick. Expertly
she started to massage his semi-erect penis to full life. Moving her hands
masterfully over the familiar organ, until it started to rise up to greet her
caresses.

When Hank realized what she was doing he started to groan in fear. Desperately
he reached up, meaning to push her off his body, but Nadine simply grabbed his
still weakened wrists and forced his arms back down on the floor, hitting the
ground with an audible thud.

"Sorry Hank," she said smugly. "But I just won't take 'no' for an answer."

Too fast for Hank to react, she lifted her body up and brought her knee down
in the center of his stomach. Hank expelled his badly needed air as his face
twisted up in pain once more. To distracted to defend himself, Nadine released
one of Hank's wrists and brought her elbow around in a vicious arc, catching
Hank squarely on his chin.

Once more Hank's world swirled out of focus. His body went limp as his vision
clouded over. Nadine didn't hesitate. She knew what she had to do. Quickly she
reached over to her discarded housecoat and pulled a small black case, about
the size of something a person would use to hold their sunglasses. But that
wasn't what was in the case. Out of it she pulled a hypodermic needle. With
expert ease she removed the needle cover and checked to make sure it was free
of air bubbles. Then she found the carotid artery in Hank's neck, jammed in
the end of the needle and pushed the plunger down in one smooth motion.
Tossing the spent hypo away, she went back to work on Hank's still half hard
penis. Scooting down his body, she took the flagging cock into her mouth and
started messaging it with her tongue. Licking it, sucking it, twirling her
tongue around its length. She did everything she could think of to bring
Hank's manhood to full attention. Slowly but surly Hank's dick inflated until
it was sizable enough for Nadine's needs, even while Hank still lay half
unconscious from Nadine's savage blow and the drug she had pumped into him.
Enjoying her triumph, Nadine spat on Hank's manhood to get it well lubricated
for herself. After that was done, she mounted his prone body and confidently
guided his bloated cock inside herself. Once she was sure it was firmly in
place she started moving up and down on the familiar shaft. Drawing him in and
then letting go. Nadine was riding him like a beast of burden, she thought
with a smirk.

Hank was in a haze of uncomprehending pain and pleasure. Pain radiated from
several parts of Hank's anatomy. His eye was throbbing, his stomach felt like
someone had broken a brick on it, and he was sure his nose was broken. Yes
still, the pleasure emanating from his lower body was starting to override
everything else. It felt like his dick was in heaven as it was squeezed for
its very life then released. Over and over again. Not thinking of what he was
doing, he started thrusting upward, doing is best to match Nadine's movements.
Hank reached up and Nadine grabbed his hands once again, but this time instead
of forcing them back down to the floor, she placed the palms of his hands over
her heaving breasts. Hank couldn't believe it. They felt so incredibly firm.
Like a teenagers tits, only better. Larger and fuller then any teenager Hank
had ever been with.

But something wasn't right. Hank started to say something. Before he could get
any words out, Nadine took Hank's head in her hands and leaned down and
covered his mouth with her own. Plunging her tongue past his swollen lips she
plundered his mouth. Hank lost whatever ability to think he still possessed as
Nadine explored the interior of his mouth. With his lust driving him, Hank let
go of Nadine's incredibly firm tits to let his hands roam all over the hard
but voluptuous counters of her sweaty body. Until finally his damp palms found
the twin hard globes of her ass. Gripping them as hard as he could, he started
pulling Nadine down on his huge hard on, trying to impale her as deeply as
possible, wanting to plum the depths of her unbelievably arousing body with
all the force he could muster. Nadine finally released Hank's head as she
arched her back in an attempt to drive herself even further down on Hank's
thrusting cock. She could sense her husband was about to erupt inside of her
so to hold him off she brought her hands down on his shoulders, sinking her
nails into his flesh. Hank screamed out from both pain and pleasure as Nadine
bore down on him with all her weight, trying to achieve maximum penetration.
Finally she was there. She increased the tempo, moving on top of Hank as if
she were possessed. Hank could feel himself plunging over the edge. He
screamed out his release as he shot a monstrous load deep inside her just as
she too cried out her pleasure. As they both exploded in orgasm, they were
suddenly bathed in an intense wave of light. Just for a moment, then it was
gone. Nadine collapsed on top of Hank in a panting, sweaty heap and they both
lay still for several minutes.

Nadine would have liked to examine herself, to see her latest growth spurt (as
she thought of it), but she couldn't afford to take the time. Looking around
the mess of the living room, she spotted the black case. Reaching for it, she
pulled another hypo out. Once more checking it carefully, she injected Hank,
then watched his reaction carefully.

Hank's breathing deepened and become more regular. His body, already splayed
with arms and legs akimbo, twitched a couple of times, then lay still.

After checking his pulse, Nadine was satisfied. The sedative she'd given him
would keep him out for several hours. At least. More then enough time to get
everything ready. Leisurely she rose from the wilted form of her husband and
stood over him. Nadine felt fantastic. Like she could run a hundred miles and
then swim the Atlantic Ocean. She flexed her right biceps and ran her hand up
the length of the large, softball sized bump that swelled upwards. It felt
hard ... SO hard. Like a steel ball covered with a thin layer of flesh. Nadine
smiled and looked down at her husband once more. The smile grew larger and if
Hank would have been awake to see it, he would have been terrified.

Another Interlude

The next twenty-four hours were by far the worst of Hank Campbell's life.

Even worse then when he'd woken up in the hospital bed, three days after the
accident that had ended his chance of career in pro football. He always
remembered that moment with vivid clarity. The terror that gripped him when he
saw the bandages and tubes that covered his body, and he realized that he
might be paralyzed or that he might not even have his legs anymore.
Frantically clawing at the sheets, trying to feel his numb limbs until he had
finally been restrained by a Nadine and a nurse. It had been bad. So bad he'd
relived that moment in his dreams for years afterward. It had been as bad as
he thought anything could be. Yes, it was bad, but the next day would be
worse.

Hank once more awoke to find himself restrained in bed. But this time, instead
of hospital bed with tubes running through him and his shattered body holding
him down, it was a set of handcuffs. One end was attached to his right wrist,
the other attached to the wrought iron frame of the bed that he and Nadine had
shared since they had moved into this house. The noisy bed that squeaked and
rattled everytime he took his wife. Hank had always liked that.

He didn't discover the handcuffs immediately. Slowly consciousness seeped its
way into Hank Campbell's sluggish brain. For a moment he thought he had been
having the worst nightmare of his life. He woke up in his own bed, looking at
the window across the room just as he had done thousands of times before. But
then the pain from his many injuries suffered at Nadine's heads started
seeping through the haze of sleep and suddenly it all came rushing back to
him. Shrinking... Visiting the Doctor's office... NADINE!

Hank jumped up, intending to rush into the bathroom to see if he had shrunk
since... since he and Nadine... since the last time he'd checked. But he
didn't take more then two steps before he was suddenly pulled back. Actually
he hadn't been pulled so much as he bounced back because his arm was immovably
attached to the iron bed frame by the handcuffs.

After he fell back onto the bed, he sat back up and he looked at the metal
surrounding his wrist like it was an alien device. Experimentally he pulled at
it. Then he started tugging on it. Then in a fit of rage he started screaming
and yelling, yanking on the cold steel of the handcuffs as if they were coated
with some sort of acid that was devouring his flesh.

"THAT BITCH! THAT BITCH! THAT FUCKING BITCH!" He yelled as he maniacally
pulled at the cuffs that were keeping him prisoner. He fought like a madman
for several minutes until finally he collapsed in a heap back on the bed,
panting hard, his body covered in sweat.

"Fucking bitch!" he repeated as he covered his eyes with his free hand and
started to weep.

After taking a few minutes to rest and get control of himself he tried
examining the situation more carefully. In trying to pull himself free the
metal cuff had cut deeply into the tender flesh of his wrist. Deep enough to
draw blood! Hank pulled a pillowcase free and tore it into thin strips so he
could bandage his bleeding and throbbing wrist. After he'd finished tending to
his cut wrist he tried examine his face. Carefully he touched the parts of his
face that were causing him the most pain. His eye was swollen, but not
completely shut. His lip was swollen as well and probably split since he could
still taste blood. Gingerly he touched his nose, then moved it back and fourth
a bit. It was very tender, but the pain wasn't as extreme as it could have
been. He didn't think it was broken. Satisfied that his facial injuries were
not that grave, he looked to see if the phone was still on his nightstand. It
wasn't of course. In fact everything was gone except for the lamp, two liter
sized bottles of water and a note.

Hank picked up the piece of paper and read though it slowly.

Hank,

Sorry, but I have some errands to run and I can't have you

gallivanting around, making a nuisance of yourself while

I'm out. I've left you some water. If you need to relieve

yourself, use whatever bottle you empty first. I won't be

gone too long. I know it's pointless to tell you, but please

don't bother attempt to get away. You can't get free and

you'll only hurt yourself by trying. Trust me, I've thought

of everything. You enjoy your private time and we'll talk

when I get back.

TTFN,

Nadine

What the fuck did TTFN mean? Hank wondered as he tore the note in two and
flung the pieces as far as he could throw them. As he watched the scraps of
paper flutter harmlessly to the floor Hank had the sudden inspiration of
simply moving the entire bed over to the window. He could certainly drag it
across the room and call for help. Hank tugged on it experimentally to see how
much effort it would take to move. Being careful not to cut anymore deeply
into his wrist he pushed and pulled at the iron bed frame but no matter how
hard he tried he couldn't budge it an inch. Hank examined the frame more
closely, finally getting on his knees and peering underneath the bed. That's
when he discovered why the bed was completely immobile.

The frame was bolted to the floor.

Hank couldn't believe it. When the hell had Nadine done this? He couldn't feel
all the way around the bed, his arms weren't long enough but he was sure every
leg of the bed was secularly bolted to the hardwood floor of their bedroom.

Hank then had the idea of unscrewing the frame and simply taking the bed
apart. But he couldn't find anything to use as a tool. He searched the
nightstand but Nadine had emptied it completely. Then he checked under the
bed, behind the nightstand, under the mattress even. Nothing. In desperation
he used part of the ripped up pillow case to cover his fingers and try to
unscrew the bed using only his free hand. But that turned out to be a futile
effort. Under the best circumstances it might not have worked. But as he
twisted and turned on every single screw until his fingers throbbed in pain,
Hank felt sure that the metal screws had been welded into the frame.

This was insane. How long had been Nadine been planning this? How the hell was
she stealing his strength and size? HOW THE FUCK WAS HE GOING TO GET OUT?!?!

In desperation he started to shout.

"HELP! PLEASE SOMEBODY, HELP ME!" He yelled over and over again for what felt
like hours until his voice was hoarse, but no one came. They lived in a
cul-de-sac with no one behind them until the property met a highway and that
was separated by a noise dampening wall. The houses on the both sides were
separated by large yards. Hank had always liked how quiet it was in the house.

He thought about throwing something to try and break the window but other than
the pillows on the bed the only objects he had were the lamp and two bottles
of water and he didn't want to risk losing any of those. What if Nadine didn't
come back for days? He'd die without the water. And the thought of spending
the night alone in the dark was even more terrifying than slowly dying of
thrust.

Experimentally he hefted one of the bottles of water, trying to gauge if it
was heavy enough to break the glass in the window. He opened the bottle and
took a long drink, downing a quarter of its contents in just a few swallows.
Then, giving it everything he had, he threw the bottle at the window.

He was hopping for the attention getting sound of glass shattering as the
bottle went through the window to rouse the neighbors next door. But there was
only a muffled sort of thunk as the bottle bounced harmlessly off the glass,
hit the ground and rolled about halfway across the wood floor until it finally
came to a rest three feet away from the bed where Hank lay.

Hank collapsed back onto the bed in shock. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't
even break a window from across the room? Hank looked up at the ceiling, not
seeing it and he started to cry. He didn't want to. He tried to stop himself,
but the tears just started coming and he couldn't stop them. After about ten
minutes he cried himself to sleep.

Hank's sleep however was anything but restful. It was full of nightmare images
of monstrous creatures, growing to colossal heights as they tried to devour
him.

Hank woke up sweaty and shaking. Then he tried pulling his hand free of the
cuff again. He gave up quickly because of the pain and the sight of the blood
seeping around the makeshift bandage. Despair nearly overwhelmed him as he
fell back into the bed and covered his face with his free arm. He napped for
awhile, but his sleep was again filled with fear and nightmares. When he woke
up he tried pulling at the handcuffs again. And the process repeated itself.

Day turned to night and still Nadine didn't return. As he waited, Hank's
mental state swung from murderous rage to gut wrenching fear. At times he was
terrified that Nadine would never come back. That she'd left him there to
slowly die of hunger and thirst. He was sure he could feel his body wasting
away to nothing as the minutes ticked by. Then he was afraid Nadine was home
and would walk into the room any moment. She'd stand over him and laugh at his
helplessness. That's when he would think about killing himself so she could
find his dead body on her return and hopefully ruin whatever plans she had for
him.

He cried, he yelled, he swore. He yanked and pulled at the handcuff till blood
coated his arm, but still he was unable to free himself. He even prayed.
Prayed for freedom. Prayed for revenge. Then he simply prayed for Nadine to
return. But Nadine didn't return. Night turned into day and Nadine still
didn't return. Hank finished the bottle of water on his nightstand and was
unable to retrieve the other lying on the floor. Hank had to urinate and he
was unable to hold the empty bottle steady. He dropped it and ended up
covering himself in his own piss. This triggered another round of despair and
Hank sank down in the bed and cried himself to sleep once more.

It was indeed the worst twenty-four hours of Hank Campbell's life.

Up to that point anyway.

* * *

"Wakey-wakey. You don't want to sleep the day away, do you?"

His eyes fluttered open and with blurry vision he looked up. There at the foot
of the bed stood Nadine. But it wasn't the Nadine he had married eight years
ago. It wasn't even the Nadine who had consigned him to this living hell just
yesterday by beating the crap out of him and leaving him unconscious. This
Nadine stood over six feet tall and was covered in thick, voluptuous muscle.
Hard, well-defined muscle that seemed to throb with power. She was wearing a
micro mini-skirt and white tube top that left most of her incredible body
exposed to the world. Nadine stood there with a wide, mischievous grin as she
looked down at him. Hank's eyes traveled down to her legs ... her incredible,
fantastically muscled legs. He had wanted to see if she was wearing a pair of
high heels that would explain her sudden, overwhelming height. But no, her
feet were bare. He looked up at him and somehow her smile grew even wider. "I
took them off when I came into the house. I wouldn't want you to think that
the only reason I was bigger now was because I know how to pick out the right
shoes."

She stood there nearly as tall and muscular as Hank had been before this
nightmare had started and she just laughed musically at him. His nightmare had
come to life.

She raised one bare arm and flexed a massive bicep before Hank's unbelieving
eyes.

And that's when Hank passed out again.

5, 6, & 7

The next hour was just a hazy blur for Hank. He remembered Nadine showing up
after her day long absence and flexing a now huge bicep for his visual
inspection. But after that he wasn't sure what had happened. He remembered a
floating sensation then water running over his body and being carried. The
next thing he knew he was back in bed - only it had been cleaned and the
sheets changed -- and Nadine was standing before him again. But now she was
carrying a tray with something on it. As he sat up, Hank noticed that he was
naked with only a bed sheet covering his diminished form. Turning his gaze up
to Nadine, he was angered to see that she was wearing his collage football
jersey. And it was on the smallish side for her!

Nadine couldn't help but notice Hank's gaze riveted on the one time symbol of
his masculine pride. She looked down at his Number 23, flexed her pectoral
muscles which caused her boobs to make the numbers momentarily jump around,
then she looked back at Hank and winked at him. "Do you like it?" She turned
in a little dance as she held the tray aloft with one hand. "I've worn it a
couple of times you know. I knew you wouldn't like that, so I never did it
while you were around. Before I was literally swimming in it. It came down to
my knees. Now look!" She waved her free hand over her staggering body. "I have
to wear some panties with it or else I'd feel like I was visiting my
gynecologist." She tittered at her own joke then walked up to the bed that had
been Hank's prison for the past twenty-four hours. As she bent down to place
the tray in front of Hank he instinctively shied away, not knowing what she
had planned. Nadine smiled and shook her head at his reaction and put a hand
on his shoulder to keep him immobile. As she finished setting the tray in
front of him he could smell the aroma.

Soup. Chicken noodle soup. She had brought him lunch?

She finished arranging the tray over his waist and then set down on the edge
of the bed. The bed creaked from her weight. Just like used to when Hank would
get on it.

"Nadine, what the fuck - " He only got out a few words before she placed a
finger over his mouth.

"Shsshh," she said almost conspiratorially. She took her finger away and
unfolded a cloth napkin with a flourish. It was one of the good cloth napkins
they only used with company, and she placed it under his chin. "All your
questions will be answered, Hank. Even the ones that wouldn't occur to you to
ask." She picked up a spoon that was resting next to a bowl of chicken noodle
soup and stirred. Once more the aroma hit Hank and his stomach rumbled. He
felt hungrier at that moment then he could ever remember being in his entire
life. "Now, I'll talk and you listen. And while you listen I'll feed you. You
must be ravenous, poor baby."

Hank felt like leaping at her and smashing his fist into her face. She was
going to feed him?!?!

"I can feed myself - " Once more Nadine stopped him in mid-sentence. Only this
time she didn't do it by placing a finger over his lips. This time she grabbed
his jaw in her hand and squeezed. Hank's eyes popped out of his head as her
large hand held his mouth closed and she gripped his jaw with enough pressure
to crush a softball. For a wild second, Hank was sure that Nadine was going to
push his head right through the metal frame of the bed and into the wall
behind it. He looked at her with wide, frightened eyes.

"Hank, if we're going to get along you really need to get in the habit of
listening." She released his head and picked up the spoon. He quickly rubbed
his lower face in an attempt to get the feeling back. Meanwhile Nadine
carefully lowered the spoon into the bowl then brought the utensil up to his
mouth. For a moment Hank considered keeping his mouth closed but the shooting
pain that radiated outward from where Nadine's fingers had held him convinced
him to cooperate. He opened his mouth as wide as it would go. Nadine smiled
when she saw that Hank was going to be sensible for once. The spoon went into
Hank's open mouth. Hank quickly closed his mouth and swallowed. The soup was
hot and delicious. He wanted more. As she took the spoon away she said in an
almost casually manner, "Once more, I'll talk and feed you. You just listen
and eat." She leaned in closer to Hank, her eyes challenging him to disagree.
"Understand?"

Hank nodded.

Nadine smiled and brought another spoonful of soup to his mouth. "Good. Now,
where to begin? I guess it all started when I got a package containing these,"
she held up one thickly muscled arm for Hank to see. His eyes were drawn to
the bracelet she was wearing. He'd never seen her with a piece of jewelry like
that before. It was an odd looking thing, with large stones, some a bright red
and others black as coal. Nadine held them out for a moment for his
inspection. "They were a gift from Vicky."

When Nadine mentioned her sister, Hank nearly spit out the mouthful of soup
she had just feed him. Vicky was Nadine's younger sister and she and Hank had
always hated each other. She didn't like the way Hank treated Nadine and Hank
couldn't stand her snotty, know it all, feminist attitude. Hank couldn't have
been happier when she finally went off to some Eastern collage.

Nadine laughed at his reaction as she kept the tray steady over his lap. "Easy
there, Hubby. I just changed the sheets. I don't want to have to clean up
after another one of your accidents so soon." Hank blanched at the humiliating
memory of spilling his piss on himself. Nadine didn't seem to notice as she
picked up a spare napkin off the dinner tray and wiped the corners of his
mouth then she continued with her story.

"So, Vicky sent me this little bobble with a detailed letter on what it was
and how to use it." A cold smile appeared on Nadine's full lips as she brought
another spoonful of the hot soup to Hank's mouth. "You never asked why Vicky
hasn't been back for so long. After she got her Archeology degree she went to
work for some private foundation called the Artemis Group. It's an
organization run by women who want to change the status quo in society. To
raise women up!" She held a spoonful of soup above Hank's head. "And bring men
down!" She lowered the spoon into his mouth. "She hasn't told me much more
then that about them. She says most of what they do and have done is secret."
She held up her newly muscled arm with the bracelet of black and crimson
stones and waved it back and forth in front of Hank's face. As she did a coy
smile spread across her face. "I wonder why?"

Hank remembered the last time he had seen Nadine's snotty little sister. It
was nearly three years ago. Vicky was visiting during her spring break. She
was staying in the guest bedroom since their parents had retired to Florida.
Hank had been reading the sports page and Vicky asked if she could look at it.
When he'd asked her why she said she wanted to find out how the Women's Soccer
Team had done at the International Playoffs. Hank had started laughing and
said she could look at the paper when he was done reading about the real
sports. He could tell that he'd pissed Vicky off, but she didn't say anything
for awhile. She just looked at him hard then she smiled and said, "it's too
bad you don't like it, Hank. Because someday women may be the only ones
playing all the sports." Then she skipped out of the room laughing, acting as
if she'd just delivered the world's best punch line. Hank didn't know what she
meant and didn't care. But now it looks like he was finally getting the joke.

Nadine poked him with her finger, making Hank give a sudden yelp of pain. How
could she hurt him with just her finger? "You're not listening!"

She wagged the pain inducing digit in front of his face and he eked out a
small, "I'm sorry."

Nadine seemed satisfied and she started feeding him again. "Now, where was
I...?" Hank wasn't sure if she was asking him or not but thought it better to
keep quiet until he was sure. He still smarted from the last finger poke. "Oh
yes, Vicky's work with the Artemis Group. You see Hank, while Vicky was at
college she'd read about a tribe of women - huge powerful women -- who lived
on an island in the Mediterranean. About three thousand years ago they
disappeared when a volcano erupted. No one had ever found indisputable proof
of this tribe's existence before, but Vicky came up with a theory. She
believed that if she were to examine the charts of trade ships from periods
before and after the volcano eruption she might be able to determine where the
island was. Because this tribe of Amazons captured ships and took men as
slaves. So most ships learned to give them a wide birth. But once they were
gone and there was no longer any danger, the pilots of those ships might have
adjusted their routes to make the trips faster. Pretty clever, don't you
think?"

Hank said nothing as his mouth was full of chicken soup and noodles. But even
if his mouth was empty, it's doubtful he would have said anything. It sounded
to him like Nadine and Vicky had gone round the bend. So he merely chewed and
nodded.

Nadine kept on feeding him, not reacting to the skeptical look in Hank's eyes.
Or at least pretending not to notice. "So last year, Vicky and an expedition
financed by the Artemis Group went searching for this lost civilization. And
they found it!" Nadine squealed with delight. "That's where they discovered
these little babies!" She held up the jewel bracelet just a few inches from
Hank's face. He flinched thinking that Nadine was going to hit him again.
Nadine grinned when she saw that. She enjoyed the look of fear flashing over
Hank's face from just a simple gesture on her part. She couldn't count the
number of times Hank had made her flinch in fear that way. "Vicky says they
were the source of the women's power. With these they could take the strength,
vitality and anything else they wanted from the men they captured."

Hank's eyes were drawn irresistible to the shiny stones. He knew such things
just weren't possible. But how else could he explain what had happened.
"How...?"

Nadine smiled broadly. "How do they do it?" Nadine said completing Hank's
thought. Hank nodded. "Magic. How else? There were a lot of tablets and
thousands of these rubies. Vicky has spent the last year translating the
tablets. And the other members of the Artemis Group have been testing the
stones. There are a bunch of rules I won't even pretend to understand. But the
short version is that in order for the transference to work the woman has to
be wearing a bracelet or necklace of the stones on her body and make love... I
mean have sex," she corrected herself, "under the light of a full moon the
first time the stones are used. The process has to be completed before - "
Nadine suddenly stopped herself and looked back at Hank. "But that's not
really important for you to hear about," she said in a dismissive manner.

Hank's ear's picked up at that. "The process has to be completed before...
what?" Hank wondered frantically. Before she killed him? Or did she mean
something else had to happen for the process she was using to steal his
strength to become permanent? What did she mean to say before she caught
herself? He was so engrossed in trying to guess what she was up to that he
didn't realize that he hadn't been listening to her for a few moments.

Nadine tilted Hank's head until his eyes were back on her. "Your attention is
wandering." She fed him another spoonful of soup. For a moment he thought she
was going to hurt him in someway but she just continued breezily on with her
story. "Oh Hank, if you think you're having trouble believing what's happened
can you imagine what it was like for me when I opened that package and read
Vicky's letter?" Nadine shook her head at the memory. "At first I thought it
had to be Vicky trying some kind of New Age therapy on me. But then I watched
the video tape she had included in the package. It showed a woman... A woman
smaller then me dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. She just stood there and said
her name, then she turned around, showing her entire body. Then the picture
changed. The time code said it was a few days later and the same woman was on
the screen, only she wasn't the same woman. She was taller and more muscular.
She looked like some kind of Olympic athlete or close to it. She looked so
different from the before that I thought she had to be the first woman's big
sister or something. Then she said her name again and turned around for the
camera, showing off her entire body once more. The time code on the tape
jumped forward again, this time by just a few hours, but the woman on it
looked even bigger and more powerful. The process kept repeating itself. A
little time would pass and she'd come back on camera and each time she was
more impressive. She was always progressing, always getting bigger and
stronger looking. Until finally... Well, she was a pretty impressive sight.
Then another woman who was equally impressive joined her. They both stood
there sort of posing, flexing their muscles. Then I realized that the second
woman was Vicky. It was my little sister Vicky! She had used the stones on
herself."

Hank's face become hot and he felt a small tremor go down his spine. Nadine
was bed enough, but the thought of Vicky being as strong and assertive as
Nadine had become... Hank couldn't imagine how dangerous that little
know-it-all bitch would be.

"Apparently Vicky was the first one to use the stones. She was pretty vague
about that part. All she would say about it was that she couldn't tell me the
whole story. Not yet anyway. But when I saw her on the tape I knew I would do
anything to be like her."

"So Vicky's as big as you now?" Hank said nervously.

Nadine shook her head solemnly. "Oh no, Hank."

He let out a small sigh of relief.

"She's much, much bigger then me." She laughed at Hank's look at
consternation. "You see, Hank," she held up the bracelet once more, "There are
twelve stones. Before a stone is used for the transference," she twisted the
stones around to show him a ruby colored one, "it looks like this." She moved
the bracelet so he could see a black one. "And after a successful transference
it looks like this. I've only used seven stones so far. Vicky used up all
twelve of course. They seem to work on a ten percent basis or something close
to that. Every time I use a stone it takes about ten percent of a man's total
mass. But it's not exact. Vicky told me that it can vary a great deal due to a
variety of reasons."

Hank was sure he was going to throw up as Nadine started gushing. "You really
wouldn't recognize her now, Hank. I mean that literally. If you saw her you'd
never think it was little Vicky. I had to watch the tape a dozen times before
I really believed it was my little sister." Nadine was beaming at the memory.
"She has to be over seven feet. Her arms, her legs, her shoulders ... she's
bigger than the biggest body builder I've ever seen. She made those guy's in
the magazines you used to read when you first started working out look like
malnourished boys. She was just so...so huge ... and strong. She and the other
girl on the tape took turns doing incredible feats of strength. Vicky pushed
over a tree. A really big tree, all by herself. The other girl lifted the
front end of a pick-up truck." Nadine noticed Hank's skeptical look. "Well,
the tree wasn't a redwood or anything like that, but still it was a tree. She
just braced herself against an outcropping of rocks next to it and whoosh!
Down it went. Then the other girl picked up the front of the pick-up and
lifted the tires completely off the ground. After that they took turns bending
pieces of metal. Horseshoes, fireplace pokers, tire irons. Things like that. I
must have played that tape a thousand times while you were work... or doing
whatever you did while you were out of the house. I could have watched that
tape forever." A hard look crept over Nadine's features as she came back to
the present. "But I destroyed it. I had to. Vicky said until the Artemis Group
was ready, everything about the stones and the discovery had to remain top
secret. Which is why she couldn't come to see me. Vicky also said she'd gotten
permission from them to give me the stones, but they didn't know about the
video tape. And I couldn't take the chance of anyone seeing it. So after
watching it so often I had every word ... every single second memorized, I
burned it." A far away look came into her eye. For a moment Hank thought
Nadine was going to cry. But just for a moment, then her expression hardened
once more. "As I burned that tape I swore that I'd do everything that Vicky
told me to do, Hank." She smiled brightly again. "And I have." Nadine looked
down at the almost empty bowl of soup sitting on the tray in front of Hank.
"Almost done. But there's more on the stove if you're still hungry. Would you
like another bowl?"

Hank shook his head. His stomach felt like he'd just swallowed a ten pound
lead weight instead of a bowl of soup. "Before what?" he thought again.

Nadine shrugged and said in a disinterested voice, "suit yourself." She wiped
his mouth with one of the good linen napkins and then lay it next to the empty
bowl. "Anyway, the day after I burned the tape, I signed up for some
self-defense courses at the WMCA. You don't know how many times I thought
about taking them but it seemed pointless. What with the size and strength
advantage you had I figured that if I ever tried to really defend myself, it
would just make you angry. But I knew if this actually worked I'd want to take
you on once we were on more equal footing. You see, Hank, I wanted to play
fair. I could have just handcuffed you to the bed after the first night. Kept
you drugged and helpless with stuff I've managed to take from the hospital I
volunteer at. Then I could have just used you all up till I was done with you.
But I wanted to settle things out in the open. I didn't want to take
everything away from you without giving you a chance to fight back."

"Thanks a lot," Hank said sullenly.

Nadine chuckled. "I wouldn't expect you to understand. You've always just
taken everything you wanted and never once give a thought about what's fair...
But I wanted -- needed -- to earn what I took from you. Otherwise I knew you'd
end up haunting me forever. So I learned how to defend myself and I got the
house ready while I waited for the next full moon. It was the longest six and
a half weeks of my life. The first night was easy. Easier then I would have
thought possible." She held up the bracelet. "This is the first one to turn
black after using it. You see - and I'm telling you this because I know
there's nothing you can do about it -- we both have to achieve release in
order for the transference to work. Don't ask me why. I have no idea and
neither does Vicky. Not yet anyway. It's one of the things she's trying to
figure out as she works on her translations of the tablets."

Suddenly Hank's mouth was dry. He started to reach for a glass of water that
was sitting on the tray in front of him. He stopped when he saw Nadine's
suspicious gaze, watching his every move. She was waiting to see if he was
going to drink from it, or try to attack her. Hank didn't want her on him,
slowly -- very slowly -- he picked up the glass and held it to his lips.
Nadine seemed to relax so Hank drank. He gulped the contents down greedily.
When he was finished he lowered the glass, making sure once more to do so
slowly. "The light I saw..."

"That's part of the process," Nadine replied as she took the nearly empty
glass from Hank. "Vicky said there's usually a flash of intense light after
successful transfer happens. I was really worried about that, but you hardly
seemed to notice. So my game plan was pretty simple. Use the stones a few
times, stay out of your way 'til I'd grown a bit and you'd shrunk, then
confront you and see what happened." A victorious smile spread across Nadine's
lovely face as she relived the moment. "And we saw what happened. I couldn't
believe how easy it was beating you. I guess no one you ever took apart put up
a real fight because you were so darn big and scary looking." Her eyes
traveled over his diminished form as he lay in bed, helpless. "Not so big now,
are we, mister?" She squeezed his biceps and he gasped in pain as he tried to
pull his arm away. Nadine laughed as she held on to his diminished limb.
"What's the matter, Hank? You used to enjoy a little rough and tumble
foreplay."

Hank's face turned a deep crimson as he struggled to get away. Nadine merely
placed her hand on the center of his chest and pushed him back against the
headboard. The air whooshed out of Hank as Nadine trapped him there with just
one hand. Moving slowly -- like a cat would to savor its prey's fear -- Nadine
stretched herself out until she was lying right next to him. Ever so slowly
she released her hold on Hank, a finger at a time, until finally she was just
pressing one digit against his shrunken form. Smiling playfully, she started
running her finger up and down his torso sensuously.

Hank shivered, but whether it was from fear or excitement he wasn't sure.
There was no doubt that he was terrified of what might happen, but being in
such thrilling contact with Nadine's overwhelming body made his own wilted
physique respond. Desperately he tried to think of something that would
distract her. "But wha... what happened to you after we... After you left?
You're a lot bigger now then you were the other morning. I'm sure of that."

Nadine continued running her hand down his body, playing with it at as she
answered him. "Vicky said the stones take about ten percent from the person I
use them on. So, since there are twelve stones I knew from the start I would
have to find some other..." Nadine searched for the right word, "...donors,"
she finally said, almost leering. "So after I left you yesterday I went out
and did some shopping. I'm afraid I ran up quite a bill on the visa. I hope
that's okay," she said with a quick laugh. "Anyway, after I found some rather
appealing things to wear that fit my new and improved build I went over to the
Olympian Gym for a nice work out. I really wanted to see what I could do with
my new muscles."

Hank looked up suddenly and leaned forward. "What the fuck do you mean -- "

Nadine shoved him back down with an almost bored look on her face. "Really,
Hank, this story is going to take forever if you keep interrupting." She
placed her index finger over her husband's lips once more and pressed so hard
it was painful to him. Fresh tears came to Hank's eyes and he tried not to cry
out. "So just be quiet. 'Kay?" She smiled as she removed her hand and Hank
rubbed the sore spot over his mouth. "Anyway, I told Jim -- who's a real nice
guy by the way -- that I was new in town and I wanted to try a workout there
before I signed up, so he gave me a guest pass and a little tour of the place.
I really didn't need the tour, but my targets weren't there yet, so I had some
time to kill."

'Targets?' Hank thought.

"Jim wanted to act as my personal trainer for the workout, but I told him it
was okay. I just wanted to see what kind of shape the weights and machines
were in and what his clientele was like. I have to say, he took being shot
down better then you ever did. I worked out for nearly two hours before they
finally showed up. Lucky for me they did. I was starting to think I'd have to
settle for some of the nine to fivers working off their corporate expense
accounts. Or I'd have to go back to Jim, even though he seemed so nice. But
then I turned around and there they were." Nadine paused for dramatic effect.

Hank, who was never the most patient individual during the best of
circumstances, couldn't stand being left hanging. "Who showed up," he finally
blurted out.

Nadine smiled, happy that she could force Hank to ask. "Two individuals of
your acquaintance, I believe. Each of them big, blonde, brawny, not too
bright, but very handsome." Her eyes actually seemed to twinkle as she watched
the realization came over Hank.

"You...You mean...The Thor Twins?" he sputtered.

"Oh yeah. The Thor Twins. You've talked about them so much I wanted to get a
look at them for myself. And I wasn't disappointed. You really didn't do them
justice, all those times you described them, Honey. Oh, and just for the
record, they're not gay." Nadine's smirk when she made that last remark nearly
sent Hank over the edge. He wanted to take the glass on the tray and smash it
into her grinning face, but a combination of fear and desire to know what
happened next allowed Hank to hold his temper in place.

"No, not gay but it was rather hard getting their attention. They didn't even
seem to notice me until they were almost done with their own workouts. I was
doing some pulldowns when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Dean. He said I
was doing the pulldown wrong and offered to show me the proper form." Nadine
smiled at the memory. "It's been almost 10 years since I've really dated and
guys still haven't gotten any better with their pick up lines. Anyway, I
thanked him while being all breathy and admiring, so after a little small talk
he asked if I wanted to get some dinner with him and his brother and another
girl they were picking up."

Nadine's face turned hard and she suddenly stood up and started pacing about
the room. Hank couldn't take his eyes off her as she moved back and forth in
front of him. The way her muscles bulged and jumped with even the slightest
movement of her body, it reminded him of a magnificent jungle cat. Beautiful
and dangerous. Despite his anger and fear he felt his arousal stirring deep
within himself. He just hopped Nadine didn't notice. But she seemed to be
totally wrapped up in her own tale as she continued with the story.

"It's funny, but for some reason it never occurred to me that they might want
another girl to come along or that one of them might go off alone. It's just
that you..." she pointed to Hank in almost accusatory fashion, "...always
talked about them doing everything together. I was sure they'd both want to
have sex with me alone. I just said 'sure, no problem' and tried not to let my
surprise show. Dean was very pleased. So, Dean, David and I got into their
convertible and went to a restaurant where we meet up with a girl named
Taylor." Nadine rolled her eyes when she said the name, as if it was too
ridiculous to repeat aloud.

"Taylor, can you believe it? Like some character out of a Danielle Steel
novel." Hank had no idea who Danielle Steel was, but didn't bother to ask. "So
we all sat down and had drinks and salads. The guy's were getting pretty
friendly with us. Dean and David seemed interested in getting some lesbo
action going between me and Taylor." A cool, almost predatory smile came to
Nadine's lips as she looked directly into Hank's eyes. "I was there to try
something new, but not that new." She went back to her pacing. "But I acted as
if I was intrigued by the idea, even though I knew if I didn't get rid of
Taylor everything might be ruined and I'd have to start over from scratch. And
I'll tell you something, Hank," she addressed him directly, looking into his
eyes as if she were challenging him to correct her. "By this point I felt like
I'd earned Dean and David. I bagged them, I wasn't about to let them get
away."

Hank looked at the woman he had married who was no longer the woman he had
married and he shuddered. He couldn't believe this was even really Nadine. He
knew now that not only her body changed. She was talking about getting another
woman out of the way? Talking about men as if they were trophies? Hank
remembered a movie he'd seen a long time ago, when he was a kid. "Invasion of
the Body Snatchers". For the most part, once he'd watched a movie, it was
forgotten almost instantly. But he could still remember this movie even now.
But this one always stuck with him for some reason. It was about these pods
that came down from space and out of them popped duplicates of people. In the
movie a guy and his girlfriend discovered what was going on and they tried to
get away. After running awhile they got tired and stopped to rest. The girl
fell asleep and she was duplicated. The duplicate girl came to the guy and
tried to get him to surrender. The look of horror on that man's face matched
what Hank was feeling at that very moment. Matched it exactly.

Hank's gaze had drifted away from Nadine as these thoughts ran through his
head. He didn't even realize that his attention had wondered until he felt her
strong fingers grab his hair and twist his head around until he was looking
directly into his wife's narrowed eyes. "I'd appreciate your complete
attention, Hank. I'm not talking just to hear the sound of my own voice."

She gave his head a light push which banged his head against the metal frame
of the bed. There was a slight clanging sound as the back of his skull made
contact with the metal. Hank yelped out in pain and rubbed his scalp with both
hands as soon as Nadine released his head.

"I'm sorry," he squeaked, not knowing what else to say.

Nadine looked down at him, loathing written all over her face. But only for a
moment. Surprisingly, a sunny smile replaced her look of utter contempt and
she started talking once more as if nothing had happened. She plopped down on
the bed, flashing a smile when she heard the old wrote iron frame groin in
protest of her weight when she took a seat next to her husband. "As I was
saying, I knew that Taylor had to go. Luckily an opportunity presented itself
very soon. After her second drink, Taylor stood up, intending to go to the
bathroom. She asked me if I wanted to go with her. Of course I did." A look of
feral cunning played at the corners of Nadine's lips as she relived the
memory. "As soon as we were inside the bathroom I grabbed Taylor and pushed
her against the wall. I told her that when we got back to the table I wanted
her to make up some excuse and leave, and if she didn't then I was going to
beat the living shit out of her. I got that from you, by the way," she
inclined her head an inch or so towards Hank. "I remembered what you said to
that salesman you didn't like at the last company picnic we went to. It didn't
work quite as well for me though. The salesman you backed up against a well
was scared to death, but Taylor thought I was joking. She laughed and said I
should 'learn to share'. I leaned in close to her and said, 'if you don't take
off, bitch, I'll share this with you.' Then I pulled back my arm and punched
the towel dispenser that was next to her head. It was metal but my fist still
put a really big dent in it. Taylor's eyes went really wide and she tried to
slip away from me. But I just grabbed her arm and held on to her. I could tell
that I was hurting her, but for some reason I didn't care. I pushed her
against a wall and I leaned my body against hers. She started to tear up,
begging me to let her go, but I shushed her as I kept leaning into her,
pressing my body against hers, holding her in place. I told her that she was
going to have to leave and that she should just go out to the table and tell
the twins that. Then I asked if she understood? Her eyes were so wide, like
tiny saucers as she nodded her head up and down like it was on a swivel or
something. As I watched her head bob up and down I realized that she was the
first person to ever be afraid of me in my entire life. I don't know why, but
I was suddenly very turned on. I'd never been attracted to another woman
before, but as I leaned my new, muscular body into her slim, softer one, I
could tell that she was turned on too. She looked at me with her wide,
frightened eyes and she was breathing in short, heaving breaths. I couldn't
resist it. I moved in even closer until finally our lips were less then an
inch apart and I told her she didn't have to be afraid if she just did what I
told her. Then I kissed her. I thought she'd resist a little bit, but she
didn't. Not at all. Her mouth opened instantly and my tongue found hers and we
kissed long and hard. She started running her hands up and down the hard
curves of my body and I started doing the same to her, enjoying how she seemed
to melt against me. Her body conforming to mine." Nadine looked at her husband
with a glittering smile. "It was such a turn on for me, Hank."

Hank couldn't believe what he was hearing. Nadine was the last woman in the
world he would expect to come on to another woman -- a complete stranger yet
-- in a public restroom! His mind was whirling and he thought he might throw
up. Only fear of Nadine's reaction stopped him from leaping out of the bed and
running to the bathroom.

If Nadine had any indication of what Hank was going through she didn't show it
in the slightest as she continued her story.

"So we kissed like that for a few minutes and finally I pulled away and
Taylor's eyes were pleading with me to continue, but I had some business with
the boys and I couldn't afford to become distracted. So I whispered in her ear
to give me her number and we'd hook up later. Then I told her to make her
excuses and go. I think by this point Taylor would have walked out of the
restaurant naked if I'd told her to." Nadine giggled at the memory of Taylor
in the bathroom, sweat running down her body, lipstick smeared while she
panted with helpless lust.

"So she took a second to get herself together and then she followed me out.
Dean and David were pretty upset by Taylor's sudden headache, but after she'd
left they both started eyeing me the way a couple of hungry wolves would look
at a T-bone steak. After that things went very fast. In almost no time at all
we were back at their condo. I know I was taking a chance doing them both at
once. They might notice the flash of light or something else about the
transference, but I was pretty confident they would rationalize it just like
you had. A turned on guy doesn't notice very much of anything other then his
hard on. In any event, I was determined to get what I wanted from them."

Nadine, who had been sitting up on at the edge of the mattress until till this
point, suddenly swung her long legs up on the bed and then moved back, and
languidly lay down next to Hank's diminished frame. Propping her head up with
one arm, she started lightly running the other hand up and down her husband's
body. Hank froze in fear. He didn't know what to do, but was afraid that any
action might elicit another painful reminder from Nadine of her new found
power. Casually, she picked up Hank's napkin and wiped away the sweat that was
beaded on his forehead. "Better?"

He kept his head still and mumbled out, "yes... thanks."

Nadine draped the napkin carefully over his empty soup bowl, then placed her
index finger underneath the wooden tray still perched over Hank's lap. Hank
felt his heart crawling up into his throat, not knowing what Nadine was doing.
He took a furtive look at her and as soon as his eyes made contact with hers,
she winked at him. Then suddenly flicked her hand up, which sent the tray
flying across the room, until it along with the soup bowl exploded against the
far wall of the bedroom.

Hank let out a loud sigh while Nadine chuckled as if she reclined further back
into the pillows. As she settled back Nadine's voice took on a dreamy, far
away quality as she continued talking.

"David was on me just as soon as the door was closed. He pulled me into his
arms and kissed me, thrusting his tongue so deeply inside my mouth that I
thought he could tell what I had for breakfast. Then he started pulling off my
clothes as Dean went to the bar to get some drinks. I tried playing it cool,
acting like I'd done this with lots of guys before, but I was so nervous my
hands were shaking while I unbuttoned his shirt. It was like all the
confidence I'd gained after dealing with Taylor had evaporated. Luckily, David
didn't seem to notice. He ignored my fumbling and quickly threw off his
clothing. By the time Dean got back with the drinks David had gotten me down
to my bra and panties and he was only wearing his cute, little black bikini
briefs. I thought when he was naked his physique would look pretty much like
yours, but he was different. Sleeker in some places and fuller in others. Not
nearly as blocky as you. His waist was trimmer, abs more pronounced. He flexed
his biceps and they were really impressive. As he held them up in front of me,
he looked into my eyes." Nadine smirked as watched Hank's reaction. "After
living with you for so long I knew exactly what he wanted. I ran my hands all
over those mounds of muscle and ooohed and ahhhed at how massive and hard they
were." The little grin she had been playing at the corner of lips since she
started her story broke into a full, glorious smile as she recalled this part
of the her tale. "Of course I didn't have to lie. It was really big and hard.
But that wasn't the only thing big and hard about him." She giggled almost
like a school girl, but then she turned serious again.

"Then he pulled me into his arms. At least in that regard you two were exactly
alike, Hank. Straight to business. For a second I hesitated, but only for a
second. I couldn't help but think that this was the first time in almost a
decade that I'd be in another man's arms. And here I was with two men. Dean
came back with the drinks but his brother wasn't thirsty." The sly grin came
back to Nadine's lips. "David knew what he wanted alright. He pushed me down
to my knees and pulled off his underwear and I got my first look at another
man's penis. It was nice and hard and just a little bit longer then yours."
Nadine smiled at Hank's embarrassed blush. He found he couldn't look her in
the eye so he looked down at his fingers and fiddled with them.

"I couldn't wait to get it inside me," she continued. "I started to suck on it
to make David happy and get it as hard as I could. While I did that, Dean
finished off his drink. When he was done he stripped off his own clothes and
started rubbing his own cock." Nadine smiled as she relived the moment. "They
really were twins. As I sucked David, Dean came up behind me and started
easing his big dick into me. I was kind of worried at this point. I had wanted
them both, but I wasn't sure what would happen if I had them both at the same
time, or if one of them might get suspicious of the light flash. But figuring
I had nothing to lose I decided to just do my best to make sure all three of
us achieved orgasm at the same time. It wasn't easy. I had to bite down
lightly on David's chubby a couple of times to make sure he didn't cum too
fast. And I had to pull away from Dean once to make sure I didn't go over the
edge before he did. But in the end..." A long contended sigh escaped from
Nadine's full lips as she leaned back and closed her eyes. "In the end I
worked it perfectly. We all came together in one massive, quaking orgasm. The
three of us just collapsed there in the living room, our bodies entangled,
gasping for breath. The boys slipped off to sleep almost immediately -- just
like you had almost everytime I've used the stones on you -- so I checked my
little bracelet. I couldn't believe it but two more stones had blackened."
Nadine held up the gem studded bracelet for Hank to see as she nearly shrieked
out the words, "IT WORKED PERECTLY!"

Hank looked at it in fascinated terror. 'At least I'm not the only one
anymore,' he thought bitterly.

Nadine looked into Hank's eyes, his thoughts easy for her to read. She
chuckled as she continued more calmly. "It really worked. Two at once. I can't
wait to tell Vicky that. The transference happens very quickly after the
stones turn dark so I headed to the bathroom so I could see myself in the
mirror. But I didn't have to bother. There was a big wall mirror in an alcove
right off of the living room. I guess the twins would practice their posing
there." Nadine reached over started ideally toying with Hank's flaccid member
as she continued. "I couldn't believe how big and muscular I was. Bigger then
those lady bodybuilders I once saw on ESPN. Maybe bigger then that Chyna woman
on the wrestling program you like so much. I just stood there, staring at
myself for awhile not really believing what I was seeing. Then I started
flexing my muscles. Oh my God, Hank, it was such a turn on. I guess I was
getting a little too into it because I didn't notice that David had woken up
and had come up behind me till I saw his reflection in the mirror in front of
me. Oh Hank, if you think you were shocked yesterday morning you should have
seen David's reaction. He was nearly deranged. He looked me up and down and
then he grabbed me and spun me around and demanded to know what had happened.
I don't think he figured out exactly what had been done to him but he could
tell I was much more muscular and suddenly I was as tall as he was, so he
wanted some answers fast."

Nadine reclined on the bed next to Hank took a hold of his still soft cock and
held it in her powerful hand. Hank blanched but didn't say anything. What
could he say? He merely held his breath and prayed that her story was almost
over.

Nadine smiled as she casually played with Hank's manhood and continued her
tale. "Grabbing me was a big mistake. For the first time a man was touching me
in anger and I wasn't afraid. I was just pissed off." She gave Hank's cock a
light squeeze as she said the words 'pissed off'. Hank let out a small yelp,
but Nadine paid him no mind as she continued. "Pissed off," she repeated, "and
really anxious to let him know it. Remembering our little tussle the other day
I reached out and broke his grip and slapped him. Well, it was more then a
slap I guess, because he went flying back and bounced off the far wall. When
he got back up on his feet he had a really wild look in his eyes, which
reminded me a lot of you, Hank. Too bad for him," she chuckled. "He rushed me
but I just side stepped him and gave him a one-two combination in the stomach
and neck. I couldn't believe it, but crumbled to the floor. It was just...
just amazing. I guess I could have gotten out of there then, but I wasn't
done. I lifted him up by his hair and started slapping his face, telling him
that if he ever touched me again then he'd be the sorriest son of a bitch that
ever lived. He looked scared shitless, like I was going to eat him or
something." She chuckled, "well, not quite. I looked over to his brother who
was still passed out in the living room, so figuring I had some time I pushed
David over and took a seat on his chest. I told him since I'd used my mouth to
bring him off, it was only fair that he return the favor. He didn't want to
until I reached back and grabbed his little friend and give it a nice, tight
squeeze... Like This!"

Suddenly Nadine sneaked her hand under the sheet covering Hank's lower body
and captured his vital organ in one quick movement, then at the same time
giving it a vicious yank and twist, making Hank scream out in uncontrollable
agony. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHGGG!!!" Fresh tears sprang from his eyes and he
tried his best to push Nadine's arm away.

She just cackled like an insane woman and ignored his struggles as he used
both arms to her grab her forearm and force her to free him. Nadine held Hank
in her agonizing grip for few more moments then she released him. After she
did so, he let out an agonized gasp and curled himself into a ball.

"Yes," Nadine said mirthfully. "That's the exact same thing David said." She
then started to lightly message Hank's throbbing meat again. "I had to cover
his mouth to make sure he didn't wake up his brother. Anyway, I replaced my
hand with something more fun, then I lowered myself on his now willing mouth
and I reached back to grab a hold of his family jewels. The only hard part of
it was keeping myself from cumming too quickly. It took a little fancy
handwork to get him into full working order again. But eventually I was able
to time it just right. After the next treatment, David was very badly
diminished. I was sure he was going to be out for several hours at least. I
thought about waking Dean and having one more go around, but I didn't want to
push my luck. My tussle with David might have been loud enough to alert a
neighbor. You know how thin some of those condo's walls can be. So I quickly
got dressed -- in some of the boys sweats, I couldn't fit into the clothes I
wore there anymore -- and left. Poor Dean never even stirred. He's going to
have some big surprise when he does. I just hope he always wanted a little
brother." Nadine barked out a laugh and once more focused her lovely blue eyes
on Hank. "Then of course I came home and found you crying in a puddle of your
own piss. And that brings you up to date. Now, what should we do to entertain
ourselves?"

8

Hank's throat was drier than the Sahara and his heart was pounding in his
ears. He thought he'd been terrified of Nadine before she started her story
but he didn't know the meaning of the word until now. Whatever Vicky had given
her sister, it had clearly driven his wife insane. It was the only
explanation. The woman he had married, the one who stood in front of the altar
with him and promised to love, honor and obey him could never do the sick
things she had done. Stealing his size and strength, nearly everything that
made him a man, then coming on to another woman, and seducing two guys at once
and then beating one of them up? It was just too much to handle. Too much to
even comprehend! Now this insane woman was lying down in the bed next to him,
her powerful, barely covered, body just inches from his own. He could feel the
heat pouring off her energized frame and he shivered in sickly fear. He wished
with all his heart that he had something more then a bed sheet at that moment
to protect his diminished body from his wife's bone crushing power. For a
moment he thought about praying for a higher power to protect the last remnant
of his manhood, but Nadine's touch remained light and caring. Almost playful
in fact. As she ran her hand up and down the length of his cock she started
cooing to him about what fun they were going to have in the time they had
remaining together.

Sweat was running down his face in rivers as Nadine looked into his wide, fear
filled eyes. She leaned closer to him, her breath felt cool - almost pleasant
-- on his skin. It smelled sweet, like strawberries. Suddenly she inhaled
sharply through her nose - sniffing him -- and giggled quietly. "Hmmmmm, smell
that fear. It's coming off you in waves, Hank. Tell me something..." her voice
became quieter as she bent down even closer. So close in fact that her lips
were less then an inch away from his ear and he could feel her breath tickle
the hairs on the back of his neck. "...is that what you smelled coming from me
all the times you 'corrected' me? Is that why you beat me over and over again,
Hank? Was it because you liked the smell?" She gave his cock and balls a
momentary squeeze, a mere hint of the power she now possessed. Power that
Nadine Campbell could use to maim, cripple or even kill the man that had
terrorized her for the past several years. But she didn't want to hurt him.
For the moment all she wanted to do was torment her husband. To give him a
taste of the terror she had lived with on a daily basis. Abruptly she gave him
a quick kiss on the cheek and released the death grip she had on his manhood.
Hank let out his breath and tried to resist the urge to start bawling like a
10 year old. Nadine watched the emotions play across her husband's face as if
she were watching an interesting play. "You don't have to be so afraid, Hank.
I'm not going to brutalize you the way you did me. They say the best revenge
is living well." Nadine raised one arm, now heavy with muscle, pulled the
jersey sleeve back to expose its full length and flexed it. Hank saw a bicep
the size of a canned ham rise up from Nadine's awe-inspiring arm. "And believe
me, I plan on living very well indeed."

Hank couldn't take it anymore. He felt as if he was on the verge of losing his
mind. Covering his eyes with his hands he started blubbering out -- almost
incoherently -- pleas for mercy from his dominated wife. "Na-na-Nadine, I...
Please... I can't..."

Reaching over gently, Nadine easily pulled Hank's hands away from his teary
eyes. "Shuuuush, don't worry, my little hubby. I'm going to be nice and gentle
this time." She released the grip she had around his wrists and then slowly
she pulled the old football jersey she was wearing over her head and tossed it
aside. It landed next to a chair across the room and that's where it would
remain for as long as Hank and Nadine lived in that house. Then she quickly
slid off the panties that she'd had on underneath and simply dropped them to
the floor next to the bed. Lying next to him in her full, naked splendor, she
started running her hands all over Hank's smaller, almost boyish, physique.
She started at his shoulders, then down his chest to his ribcage, until
finally she stopped at his biceps. Suddenly her fingers went from a light
touch to a firm grip. Hank gasped, afraid that Nadine's powerful fingers would
sink right into the flesh, or she was actually going to rip his arms off, but
she did neither of those things. After she had established a firm grip she
effortlessly lifted him up from his prone position and held him over the
fantastic expanse of her own body. Slowly, sensuously she maneuvered Hank
until he was resting between the valley of the twin towers of strength that
were her own legs. Once Hank was in position, she brought her legs up and
locked her ankles around Hank's slim waist, trapping him. Then she moved her
hands down to his wrists once more, trapping them. Ever so slowly, with Hank
struggling madly every second of the way, Nadine pulled Hank forward until she
had forced his own unwilling hands to cup the huge, twin globes of her
magnificent breasts. She started moving Hank's hands back and forth in slow
circles, making him feel every inch of their incredible firmness.

'God, they're bigger and firmer then a couple of honeydew millions,' Hank
thought desolately. He wanted to gouge them or maul them, bite or punch them.
He wanted to do anything except slavishly run his hands over their velvety
firmness and become bewitched by them. But that's exactly what he did. Exactly
what Nadine was making him do. And as did he became so engrossed in their
fantastic size and firmness he didn't even notice Nadine's grip becoming
lighter and less forceful, until finally she let go of his wrists all
together.

Nadine smiled as she watched her husband lose himself in the unbelievable
contours of her fabulously muscled body. As Hank continued with his
exploration, rubbing, feeling and squeezing Nadine's amazing breasts, he
seemed to be totally unaware that Nadine had released him her hold on him.
With a satisfied smirk, she crossed her arms behind her head and watched her
husband lose himself in the fantastic globes that rose up so high and firm in
front of him.

Hank looked down at Nadine from his upright position. He hated her with every
fiber of his being. He wanted more then anything to punish her for what she
had done to him. She simply lay there, reclining with her hands locked behind
her head, watching him service her with an amused little smile curling the
edges of her full lips. He just couldn't muster the will to make his hands to
leave their perch from her intoxicating flesh.

"Hmmmmmm, that's nice, Hank. But all you're doing is rubbing my big ol'
boobies. Wouldn't you like to suck on them a little? Look at that big nipple
that your right hand is gripping like it was a fire alarm. Wouldn't you like
to suck that thick nipple into your little mouth?"

Against his will, Hank found himself nodding in agreement with Nadine's words.
Slowly he lowered his head, a few droplets of saliva falling from his slack
mouth. His drool landed in almost the exact spot that he was about to cleave
his lips to.

Nadine let out a long, satisfied sigh as Hank's mouth engulfed the thick
nipple. Hank couldn't believe how it filled his mouth now. "Oh God," he said
as he slobbered over the teat. He was so engrossed he was momentarily unaware
of Nadine reaching down and guiding his erect member into her cunt. When he
realized her hand was once more gripping his dick he felt a bolt of fear shoot
through him, and he tried to leap off her massive body. Nadine held him easily
down with her free hand and suddenly he knew that his cock was trapped in her
hungry pussy.

"No! No!" he sobbed as he tried to escape her powerful embrace. Nadine just
cooed into his ear.

"Oh, don't worry about it, lover. You'll enjoy this, I promise." And to prove
her point, she started squeezing him with her powerful pussy.

Hank nearly fainted when he felt the fantastic sensations running up and down
the length of his diminished manhood. In the matter of a few seconds, he was
lost in the pleasure he was feeling once again, and Nadine released as she did
before, smiling all the while.

Hank kept his grip on Nadine's fantastically hard breasts as he started to
plunge himself in and out of her, grunting with the effort, and still crying
from the shame and fear. But he couldn't resist the overwhelming pleasure that
inundated his senses. He was like a junkie in need of a fix. One some level he
knew he was rushing headlong into his own destruction, but he was helpless to
stop himself, or even fight it at that moment.

Nadine just watched Hank as he plunged away at her, the small, victorious
smile never leaving her full lips. She moved her hands back to behind her
head, demonstrating to her own satisfaction that she didn't even need her
superior strength to aid the congest of her one time abuser's manhood. His
grunts and cries were music to her ears as she felt her own climax fast
approaching.

Hank couldn't believe the level of control Nadine had with her cunt, she could
slow down or speed up the action at will, never having to even touch him. He
was on the verge and she stopped him for a moment, waiting until he looked up
at face. When he did, their eyes locked, he could see the smile covering her
cruel, lovely face. The look of absolute satisfaction as she made him
complicit in the theft of everything that made him who he was. And without
saying it, those eyes proclaimed; "I win!"

Then with one final squeeze he came in a great torrent along with her. He was
lifted in the air as her powerful body exploded in orgasm, her cries of
pleasure drowning out his own feeble groans of release. The light enveloped
their two bodies once more, and Hank Campbell knew no more.

Another Interlude

Hank was cold. That was the first sensation that permeated his conciseness. He
was cold and he was laying on something hard. Slowly he opened his eyes,
feeling afraid of what he might see. Not wanting to see whatever new horrors
Nadine was about to subject him to. He didn't know what to expect, but he
certainly didn't expect to see his bathroom ceiling. Nadine had dumped him in
the bathtub, nude, and left him there. He tried moving around and was glad
that at least this time he wasn't handcuffed or restrained in some fashion.

He tried to stand, but his head started spinning and he sat back down with a
slight thud. Reaching down, he turned the handle on the faucet and let a
little cold water escape. He cupped his hand and splashed the water on his
face. He waited for a moment then tried getting up more slowly this time.
Awkwardly he climbed to his feet. He was slow, sore, bruised and aching. Every
little movement a reminder of what he'd gone through over the past few days.
He stepped out of the tub and crept over to the bathroom door. Being as quiet
as he could, he pressed his ear to the door and listened. He couldn't hear a
sound. Did Nadine leave him alone again? He felt both a shot of exhilaration
and a pang of fear at the thought. He tried turning the door handle. The door
only locked from the inside and it opened inward so Nadine couldn't lock him
in or block the door. The handle turned easily so he tried pulling the door
open. Tried to, but it wouldn't budge. "Damn," Hank muttered to himself.
Somehow the bitch had jammed the door shut. Giving up any pretense at stealth
he started pulling on the door handle as hard as he could. When that didn't
give him the desired effect he started pushing on the door, then ramming it
with his shoulder, not even thinking that wouldn't do him any good since the
door opened the other way.

After his third attempt at knocking the door down with the might of his
shoulder, he gave up and painting from exertion he took a seat on the toilet.
He couldn't believe how winded he was just from that little bit of activity.
He used to be able to ride the exercise bike at the gym for 45 minutes at a
time, set to maximum. Nadine's crazy magic rocks were taking away every bit of
his athletic ability.

"Fucking Bitch!" he muttered as he looked about the small bathroom, seeing if
there was anything that could help him. But there was nothing. Not wanting to
feel so exposed, he looked in the laundry hamper for something to wear, but he
only found Nadine's things in the container. She had always complained about
his never putting anything in the hamper and just throwing his clothes on the
bedroom floor. Great, something else to haunt him. Rummaging in the small
container, Hank found one of Nadine's t-shirts. With a disgusted sigh he put
it on. It was actually too big on him now. It went all the way down to the top
of his thighs and fit him like a nightshirt. At least he wouldn't have to run
down the street naked when he finally made good his escape, he thought
bitterly. Hank had an idea. He looked up at the small window set high up on
the wall next to the sink. He hadn't thought of using the window immediately
because he was... he had been much too big to fit through it. It was only 16
inches by 12 inches and previously he couldn't have hoped to even get his
shoulders through the small space.

But now he thought he might just be able to make it. However the window was
set very high. Before he could only look out it by standing right in front of
it, now he'd have to stand on something in order to climb through. Sighing
wearily, he scrambled up the laundry hamper, then on to the sink counter. It
was a very small area and he had to be careful to put his foot in the sink and
lose his balance. When he felt secure he reached over to the window. The way
it opened was with an old fashioned crank that turned the window outward.
However when he reached for it he found the crank was gone. Ripped out by
Nadine no doubt. There was only a small stub of twisted metal where the crank
had been. Hank stifled an urge to yell out in angry frustration. 'Was there
nothing that this cunt doesn't think of?!' the thought raced through his mind.
But perhaps there was something else he could do. He might be able to break
the window! Only he'd need something to help him. Looking down at the counter,
he spied a can of shaving cream. He reached for it and leaned towards the
window again. Then putting every once of weight he had behind it, he brought
the shaving cream down on the window pane with all the force he could muster.

There was a loud metallic thunk and the shaving cream can went flying out of
his hand and his arm went numb from the pain of the reverberation. "GOD
DAMNIT," he yelled out in pain. He tried to rub his throbbing hand, but when
he let go of the wall he lost his balance and plunged off the bathroom counter
top. He landed with a thud on the bathroom floor, just missing the toilet seat
with his head. He lay on the floor, spent, barely able to move for several
minutes.

As he lay on the floor, staring up at the overhead light, he suddenly
remembered from his insurance seminars that 67 percent of all household
accidents happened in the bathroom. Even after all the pain and humiliation
and terror of the last 3 days he suddenly had to chuckle. Soon he was
laughing, then just as suddenly he was crying. He turned over and held himself
until he was able to finally get his emotions under control. He didn't want
Nadine to find him this way. After everything she'd done to him he wanted to
deny her the pleasure of at least one of his humiliations. Slowly, and with a
great deal of discomfort, he got to his feet using the toilet, then the
countertop for support. Once standing, he splashed some cold water on his face
once more, found a bottle of aspirin in the medicine cabinet and used the
water from the sink to swallow four tablets. Once he'd done that he caught
sight of his reflection in the mirror and for the first time, he really looked
at himself.

He found it almost impossible to believe the person staring back at him was
really him. He looked like the worlds oldest 15 year old. It was the only way
to describe the way he looked now. His face was haggard and swollen from the
fight he'd had with Nadine the previous day. One of his eyes was completely
blacked out and his lower lip was split and swollen. But his face was the
least of his worries. He was so small. Much smaller then Nadine had been
before this nightmare started. He looked down at how loose her t-shirt was on
his body. "I'm not even strong enough to break a bathroom window,' he thought
mournfully. How small could she make him? He imagined himself the size of a
Ken doll, running about the house, dodging under furniture, behind table legs
as a Giant, Hulking Nadine stalked him. Only to eventually capture him and put
him away in a shoebox as a souvenir of her triumph over him. Of course she'd
take him out from time to time to use him as a human dildo. He shook his head
trying to drive away the images. He thought he must have gone insane at some
point. That was the only way to explain all this. Sometime after his accident
in collage he'd gone insane and he was dreaming this while his arms were
strapped to his side by a straightjacket as he sat in a rubber room in some
loony bin that specialized in ex-jocks who go around the bend.

These thoughts were buzzing around Hank's head when suddenly the bathroom door
flew open with a great snapping, groaning sound of splintering wood. Nadine
stood in the doorway, nearly filling it with her huge frame. She was only
wearing a small half cut shirt showing off her muscle covered midriff and a
tiny thong. Everything about her was off the chart, overwhelming. Her massive
muscles bulging in every direction, her long blond hair flowing vibrantly down
from her lovely head. Her perfect skin near glowing with vitality and her eyes
dancing with pleasure.

She smiled. A smile that was both radiant and terrifying. "Hey Hubby, miss
me?"

9

"47...48...49...50..." Hank paused in his count of Nadine's steady lifting of
the barbell she held over her head in a bench press. The barbell was packed
with more weight then he could even hope to lift on the best day of his life.
He had thought that he she'd have to stop at some point. No one could keep
lifting that much weight, especially for over 50 repetitions. But she didn't
stop. She didn't even slow down. She just kept going relentlessly on, lifting
the terrific weight over and over again.

"Who told you to stop? Keep counting, Hank!" she barked over her shoulder when
she finally noticed he had stopped counting. She didn't even feel the need to
turn around to look at her thoroughly cowed husband.

"Eh, 53...54...55...56..." He rushed to catch back up with her.

"Good boy," She said still not bothering to look at him. She just smiled as
she kept hoisting the weight over her head. A satisfied smile came to her lips
from Hank's speedy compliance with her command.

As Hank watched Nadine left the weight over and over again he wondered if this
would ever end. At first he had just been glad she didn't smash him to a pulp
when she caught him after his failed escape attempt. For a moment she stared
down at him from her great height. Then she reached to him. He tried to roll
away, fearful of what she might do, but it was useless. She got hold of his
arm, yanked him to his feet, then followed through by hoisting him over one of
her now hugely broad shoulders. She turned around and marched majestically
through the house, Hank screaming to let him down as she went. Nadine suddenly
swatted his behind, telling him to "quiet down or else" as she made her way
through the house then down the basement staircase.

Once in his old basement gym he was surprised to find there were all kinds of
new weights lying about. A dozen gray metal plates were stacked in a corner
along with several immensely hefty dumbbells. Nadine said she'd had the
weights delivered from a local gym suppler. "They're happy to make deliveries
for orders over a five hundred dollars," she told him happily. She said they
had been sitting in some crates in the garage for over a week while she waited
to be become strong enough to move them down to the basement. She had sealed
Hank in the bathroom for safe keeping until the job was done. Hank was amazed
that as strong as Nadine obviously was now, she was still able move all
weights he saw lying about the room by herself in a short amount of time she
had left him alone. When Hank asked why she'd gone to all the trouble, she
just smiled and told him to spot her while she had a little workout.

But it was obvious that the last thing she needed or wanted was a spot. What
she really wanted to show him was how much stronger she was then he had ever
been at his peak. She took each piece of equipment in the small home gym in
turn, always using the heaviest weight or the highest setting. She would pump
the massive amounts of weights so quickly and with so many reps that there was
no doubt that Hank on the best day of his life could never even hope to keep
up with her. Now she was bench pressing over four hundred pounds. It was a
weight Hank could have managed to lift before Nadine had stolen his strength,
but only for 4 to 6 reps. Nadine was closing in on a hundred reps and she
wasn't even showing any sign of tiring yet.

But the most unnerving thing about this demonstration was the casual way she
held a conversation while she kept lifting the weight.

"It's not so bad down here. I never could understand why you always had to go
to the gym for your workouts. We've always had this perfectly good weight set
up and lots of room."

Hank couldn't take his eyes off the wide expanse of her back as she pumped out
a series of rapid repetitions. He was finding it hard to even form the words
of a response. "There wasn't enough verity in the equipment to give me a
proper work -- "

"Bullshit!" she cut him off, stopping for a moment for the first time since
she started lifting the barbell so she could cast a contemptuous glance at him
over her shoulder. "I heard about your breaking the gym deadlift record when I
was there yesterday. You always needed an audience, Hank. An adoring crowd.
Football or bodybuilding, it doesn't make any difference." She lifted the
weight over her head with one hand, demonstrating a level of strength that
Hank could only dream of. "I don't. All the audience I need is right here."
She held the weight up over her head for a seeming eternity as Hank watched.
For a moment he thought she might have trouble holding it after so many
repetitions. But Nadine had only been pausing for effect. She swung it back
slightly until it was resting on the bench press bars once more. Then she
bounded up from the bench, looking as fresh as when she started her
demonstration. She turned to face Hank, a smirk covering her lovely lips. Then
she flexed her body in a most muscular pose. Every fantastic, beefy muscle on
her body exploded out in a seeming avalanche of flesh as she seemed to double
in size. Then she relaxed and laughed as she walked towards him.

Hank still couldn't believe how huge Nadine had become. Now his head only came
up to the bottom of her magnificent cleavage. She quite literally towered over
him. A light sheen of sweat covered hugely pumped body and she was only
wearing a very brief half shirt and some thong panties. She leaned down and
picked up a 100 pound dumbbell. She hoisted it a couple of times doing some
clumsy bicep curls. If Hank had used that kind of technique he'd wrench his
elbow he thought. But Nadine handled the massive weight easily as bad as her
form was. She brought it over to Hank and held it out for him to grasp.
Without thinking he reached for it. When Nadine let go it went crashing to the
ground as if Hank wasn't even gripping it.

Nadine's sudden laughter filled the room. "What's the matter, Hank? Didn't eat
your Wheaties this morning? Or was something wrong with your grip?" Her voice
suddenly turned serious as she said in a commanding tone, "Pick it up!"

He tried his best. He bend down, his knees at either side of the heavy
dumbbell as he tried to pick it up using both hands. Grunting and cursing with
the effort, he could only left one end for a few moments, then it fell back to
the floor. He fell back on his butt as the weight came down. He looked up at
Nadine with burning humiliation in his eyes.

"Too heavy?" she said with one hand placed provocatively on her hip, looking
both alluring and profoundly intimidating at the same time. She reached down
and picked up the massive dumbbell as if it was a piece of lint she'd found on
the basement floor. "Let me show you how it's done." With her free hand, she
reached over and took both his hands in hers, then she placed them on her
mammoth bicep and she started curling the dumbbell.

Hank watched and felt the bicep expand and contract as she moved the hundred
pound dumbbell about. Hank couldn't believe how the muscle expanded as it
moved the heavy load up and down. Without even realizing what he was doing, he
placed his hands on the muscle in an attempt to encircle it. But he couldn't
do it by half. "Oh god..." he said in an awe filled voice.

Nadine smiled at Hank's rabid attention. "That's right, Hank. Feel my form.
Get an idea how the muscle works."

Hank pulled his hands away when he realized Nadine had used one of his own
seduction lines he had used uncountable times at the gym.

She reached out once again and placed his hands on her muscle once more.
"What's the matter, Hank? Didn't it ever occur to you some of your girlfriends
might stop by here and tell me about your little marital indiscretions?"

"Ahh-ahh..." he fumbled, completely unable to form anything remotely close to
a coherent thought.

"It's okay, Hank, that's not what I'm interested in now." She faced him, her
tremendous presence looming over him like a monolith. She was so much larger
then him that the top of his head barely touched her huge, protruding breasts.
She reached down and picked him up. He didn't seem to weigh more then a sack
of laundry now. "Let's try something new, shell we?" She stepped back and took
a seat on the incline bench press. Once she was comfortable, she started
running Hank's body up and down the voluptuous contours of her fabulously
muscled physique.

Hank became almost instantly hard. His diminished boner sticking out from
Nadine's old t-shirt that he was now wearing. Nadine smiled when she saw how
aroused he was. Even as terrified as he must be, he was still unable to
control himself. With a snap she undid her thong and tossed it aside. She
moved Hank's body steadily down her body until she had him on kneeling on the
floor and his head was level to her crotch. Suddenly he realized what she was
doing.

"No-no..." he protested, but Nadine wouldn't be denied. She forced her head
between her massive thighs then closed her legs around him. At first he did
nothing but whimper and try to pry himself free. His now miniscule hands on
either of her massively pumped up thighs. Nadine looked down at him and
applied just a small faction of the power she possessed now and squeezed.

Hank screamed out in pain and panic, but Nadine quieted him with another quick
squeeze. "Knock it off, Hubby. I could pop your head like a grape right now if
I wanted. So get to work or else you'll see what these thighs of mine can do
to that little head of yours."

He said something that was too muffled to understand. She relaxed her grip
slightly and let him pull his face far enough away from her fleshy prison so
that she could look him in the eye.

"You-you said that I had to... You know, cum when we did it or else-" she
stopped him by placing one hand behind his neck and moving his face back to
its former captive place.

"Oh, it's always about you, isn't it, Hank? Just get to work and let me worry
about these things," she purred and gave him another brief but painful squeeze
with her killer thighs. Hank's muffled scream as all the answer she needed.
Almost instantly she felt his tongue enter her. "Oooooooooooh yes," she sighed
and leaned back on the bench, her eyes slowly closing as her face scrunched up
in pleasure.

Hank worked furiously to bring her off. He began to hope and pray that if he
gave her enough pleasure that she might have a change of heart. She might act
more like the woman he married. So he used his tongue, his lips, everything he
had to probe her nether lips. He placed his hands on her hugely pumped up
things and tried messaging them as best he could while his tongue flicked up
and down her womanhood.

Nadine was enjoying what she was feeling, and what she was seeing. Looking
down, she was delighted to spy Hank's hands submissively rubbing her new
muscles in an attempt to pleasure her. "Hmmmm, that's it, Hank," she said
throatily. It was too much, her pussy was on fire. She came in a torrent,
thrashing about on the bench as she did so. She had to be careful not to
squeeze her husbands head right off his neck.

When she relaxed and released her hold on Hank's head, he fell back gasping.
When Nadine finally came down from her cloud she looked down at Hank's
gasping, choking body. "Ahh, that wasn't too bad, Hank. Your approach was a
little rough, but you're getting there. You just need a little more
experience. The only thing is, who told you to stop?" She smiled savagely as
she said this.

For a moment Hank wasn't sure what he heard. Then he saw the expression on
Nadine's face. He tried to turn over and scramble away from her, but she was
too fast. She pulled him back to his former position and put him back to work.

Finally, after 3 more huge orgasms on Nadine's part, she released Hank. He
flopped to the floor and lay there gasping for breath. His eyes were closed as
lay on his back, appearing nearly comatose except for his ragged breathing,
his face covered in her juices. Yet remarkable enough, his hard on was still
in evidence. Just as Nadine hoped. She stood up and stretched, her muscles
bouncing up in great big cables, then she moved over and kneeled besides
Hank's tortured form. She took his stuff member in one hand and used her own
fingers on herself.

They both came in a matter of minutes, once again bathed in light.

Hank came to a short time later. He was resting in Nadine's arms. She was
washing him with a damp towel, making little cooing noises as she did so, as
if he were a baby being changed. He was nude again, as was she. He could tell
she'd grown again. Her arms and shoulders looked like they'd put on a couple
of more inches of hard, pulsating muscle. But she was so massive already, it
was hard to tell for sure. He looked at how high she was holding him off the
ground and he knew he was smaller then ever.

He felt tears welling up inside.

"Shuuuush, don't cry, Hank, because you know what they say..." her voice was
calm and reassuring now. Almost like her normal voice. The voice he
remembered. She bent down and reached into a box that was resting on the
floor. Fishing around for a moment, she finally found what she was looking
for. She pulled up an object and for a moment Hank wasn't sure what it was.
When his tormented brain finally figured it out he started twisting in her
massive arms as if she had just held up a branding iron. Hank would have
preferred if it had been. It was a 12 inch strap on dildo. "...Or else I'll
really give you something to cry about!" She chuckled, but there wasn't any
amusement in it. She placed him face down over on the bench, ignoring his mad
struggles for freedom.

And just then, the doorbell rang.

10

For a moment both Hank and Nadine were frozen in uncertainty. Guests at the
Campbell household were rare, and unexpected guests were almost unheard of.
Hank was the first to react, realizing that this might be his last chance to
be saved from this nightmare. That thought roused him to take a deep breath as
he prepared to yell for help. But before he could even get the first syllable
out, Nadine moved with cobra like quickness and covered his mouth with her
powerful hand.

"Shush, Hank. You know I don't like yelling in the house," she said in an
offhand way. Then she tossed away the strap on she'd been holding and picked
him up, his diminished form felt lighter then a sack of flower to her now, and
still with he hand securely covering his mouth, tucked him under one arm as if
he were a football. Taking the basement stairs two a time she was at the front
hall in a matter of seconds. Feeling a deadening sense of alarm, Nadine
silently crept down the hall until she could take a surreptitious look through
the peep hole, with no idea who she expected to see.

From his place of confinement Hank twisted his head around, trying to get an
idea of who it might be at the door. He was elated to see that Nadine's face
was a mask of uncertainty as she looked through the tiny eyehole. But that
only lasted for a moment. Her eyes went wide but then her face broke into a
broad grin as she stepped back from the door and lifted Hank up so his face
was only a few inches from hers.

With her voice almost breaking apart from suppressed laughter she said, "Oh
Hank, rescue is at hand. Your old friend, Marty Greeson, is here to save you!"

For a moment the words didn't register. Marty Greeson? Why would Marty be
there on a... MONDAY NIGHT! With everything he'd been through in the past few
days Hank had forgotten that tonight was the first broadcast of the season of
Monday Night football. He and Marty had watched it together for the past 5
years. Marty might have even mentioned something about it on... Friday night?
Could this nightmare have started only 3 days ago? It felt like 3 years to him
now.

The doorbell rang again.

Nadine looked towards the door then cast her eyes down to the man who tangled
helplessly in her thickly muscled arms. "Marty doesn't give up easily, does
he, Hank? Well, we'll just wait for him to get tired and..." As she talked she
started lifting Hank up and down experimentally, an appraising look coming to
her eyes as she studied her diminished husband. When the doorbell rang again
she looked once more at the door, then at Hank, then to the door again.
"Hmmmm."

* * *

Marty was getting annoyed. If he hadn't seen Hank's car parked in the open
garage he would have left by now. ‘What can they be doing in there?' he
thought. Then an image was conjured up by his imagination and Marty shook his
head and chuckled. ‘This early on a Monday night? Naaaaaaay, not even Hank - ‘
the thought was interrupted by the door suddenly being flung open and a huge
shape taking a stance before him. "Hey Hank," Marty said causally. "Didja'
fall in? I got us a couple of sixers and - " Marty's words died in his throat
as he got his first good look at the huge figure standing in front of him. It
wasn't Hank. Even Hank wasn't this big. It wasn't even a guy, as the two huge
globes filling his field of vision attested to. It was - the word popped into
his head without him even having to search for it - a Goddess.

"Hi," she said in a rich voice that was filled with power, but also completely
feminine.

Marty just stood there, transfixed. He had once watched a movie starring
Charilton Heston late one night. It was about an artist, but it since it
starred Ben-Hurr he stuck with it. It was about how this guy who painted this
big picture that covered a church ceiling. Seems like everyone made a big deal
out of something that should have only have taken a couple of weeks for any
decent painter to do, but the final image of that picture always stuck with
Marty. Chuck said it was God giving life to man. From the second Marty laid
eyes on this huge superwoman, he realized that if that artist had ever seen
this woman he would have painted God as a woman. A Goddess. She was half a
head taller then him, with golden hair that seemed to literally dance with
vibrancy. She was wearing an old, mustard colored robe that must have been a
mans, but even so it barely covered her upper thighs and the sleeves left most
of her massive forearms exposed. Her breasts were so eye poppingly huge that
he could tell she had difficulty keeping the front belt tied. Eyes kept being
drawn to that heavenly expanse. As if he were about to fall in and be lost
forever.

"Are you looking for someone?" the Goddess asked when he didn't respond to her
first greeting.

Marty lifted his eyes to her face and tried to open his mouth to form the
words but it was beyond him. All that came out was something sounding like;
"Ah-ah, ahm ehha..."

She smiled, teeth shinning in the dim illumination of the porch light
overhead. "Are you looking for Hank and Nadine?"

Marty just nodded. Finally, something he could manage.

"Oh, they're not home."

Marty turned his head a few fractions of an inch - all he was willing to do
lest he lose sight of the Goddess - to indicate Hank and Nadine's cars still
parked in the garage.

The Goddess turned to look where Marty indicated and understood his meaning.
"Oh, the cars... They eh, were here. But they had to go out with Hank's boss.
To meet a big insurance client. It as all very last minute," she said
brightly, her smile if anything becoming more radiant. A neighbor's door
across the cul-de-sac opened and she quickly said "Hey, you wanna' come
inside? It's getting cold."

Marty started to nod but before he could finish his second head bob the
toweringly tall woman reached down, took an unbreakable grip around his wrist
and yanked him inside the house.

Before he even realized it, he was standing in the short hallway of the house,
with the Goddess closing the door. He watched as she momentarily turned her
back to him. Inside, the hallway light illuminated her much better so now he
could see her more clearly. She turned suddenly and saw him staring at her
with blatant lust. Marty blushed with embarrassment and turned, pretending to
be looking at a picture on the wall.

Nadine smiled and sidled up to Marty, adjusting her too small robe as she did
so. "Please excuse the way I'm dressed. I was just about to take a shower."

Marty felt frozen as he watched her come closer. "Ehh, no problem,
Ma-Ma-Ma'am..."

She giggled, holding her hand to her mouth the way a school girl would. "Could
we change Ma'am to Vickie?"

Marty looked at the towering blonde dumbly for a second before the name
registered on his befuddled conciseness. "Vickie...? Oh, you're Nadine's...
little... um sister...?" his voice trailed off in uncertainty, knowing that
calling this towering beauty a ‘little' anything sounded ridiculous.

She laughed brightly, the sound of her musical tones filling the room. "Yeah,
well I had a real growth spurt after I went off to collage. Would you believe
that till then I was the runt of the family?"

"Heh emmmm," was all Marty could get out as he stared at the vision of
strength before him. He'd never been at ease talking to beautiful women. And
talking to this breath taking specimen had him forgetting his own name. "Is
ahh, Hank coming back...tonight?"

"Oh, he'll be back in awhile. In the meantime why don't you come in, sit
awhile. Maybe share one of those with me," she pointed to the two six pack's
of beer under his arm.

He looked down surprised. "Oh, sure. Please have one." He'd forgotten he was
carrying anything. Trying to act casual he fumbled with them as he tried to
pull a bottle free to offer her a beer.

Nadine watched him and tried to surprise her own laughter. Finally she reached
over and took one of the packs from him and turned towards the living room.
"Why don't we sit down while we're waiting for Hank and Nadine to get back. I
don't think they'll be too long. Maybe we can watch that football game while
we're waiting." She started leading him towards the sofa.

Marty's eyes almost popped out of his head as they followed Nadine's wondrous
ass. As he followed her and felt as he was floating across the floor. "Ahh,
great. Do you like football?"

She took a seat on the sofa and pointed to the other side, indicating a place
for Marty. "I used to. I've been a little to busy working out lately to see
many games."

Marty could only nod dumbly at that statement. "Yeah, I can see. Hmm, you must
be like some kind of champion bodybuilder I guess."

"Actually, it's just something I decided to do for myself," Nadine replied.
Then she smiled and she pulled two bottles beers from the six pack and offered
one to Marty. She popped off the cap with just her thump then raised it in
Marty's direction. For a moment he didn't realize what she was doing, but then
he caught up. He opened his beer and raised it in her direction acknowledging
the silent toast. Then they drank. Marty was amazed when she emptied the
bottle in one long swallow. "Mmmmmm, that was good," she said as she set the
now empty bottle aside and reached for another. Marty looked at his own beer
which was still mostly full. Then he shrugged as Nadine reached for the remote
and found the right station. As she looked for the right station, Marty
noticed some broken furniture in the one corner of the room. Nadine followed
his gaze. "I'm afraid I did some damage when I was showing off some...
gymnastic moves I've learned. Hank was pretty upset, but I'll replace
everything before I leave."

The excuse sounded as lame as some that Nadine had used when he'd been over
and saw a new bruise or bandage. But he just shrugged. Right now, sitting next
to this heavenly Goddess, he wouldn't have cared if the house was on fire. She
found the right station as familiar theme song started to blare out from the
TV, he concentrated at stealing every furtive glance he could at her.

Twenty minutes Nadine had gone through three more beers but had made only
minimal progress with Marty. It was easy to see how aroused she made him, but
he seemed to be in such awe that he could barely bring himself to sneak a
peek. Also she was sure the unholy wrath of Hank was hanging over Marty's
head. The mere thought of his idol finding out he'd done the nasty with his
wife's little sister had the sycophant nearly pissing in his pants. But she
was determined to break through his resistance. She slowly moved closer to
Marty on the sofa as the football game played on the TV. Nadine had been
feigning ignorance on what was going on in the game so she asked Marty to
explain things as they happened. A puptent had formed in his pants attesting
to his attraction for her. But his overwhelming desire for her was making
things hard as well. When he saw her looking at his lap, he moved a pillow
over his throbbing boner in an attempt to hide the obvious. But Nadine pressed
onward. "And that's the...?" She asked.

"First down," Marty replied as he wiped his head with a napkin. He thought she
was flirting with him, but she was such an awesome woman... It was hard to
believe that she really found him attractive. Suddenly there was a commotion
next to him. He turned to the super sized woman sitting with him and found
that she had spilled beer over the robe she was wearing.

"Ewww, I'm so clumsy. Marty, do you think you could hand me a napkin?" Marty
fumbled with a few napkins that had been sitting on the coffee table and
handed her some. She started dabbing at the wet spot on her robe and looked at
him inquisitively.

"Ahh, need some help?" Marty asked, mustering every ounce of courage he
possessed. The beautiful buff woman simply nodded and as slight smile came to
her lips. Marty looked at the mountain range of cleavage in front of him and
even though he'd just had three beers his mouth felt dryer then a desert
floor. Feeling like he was moving through molasses he picked up a few more
napkins and leaned over and started dabbing at the robe Nadine wore. Then he
slowly moved the napkins to her upper chest, then slowly, very slowly, he
moved it so her robe fell open. He looked up to see if this is what she really
wanted and the smile never left her lovely face. Suddenly she reached over and
kissed him hungrily. From her first touch Marty was on fire and fighting to
keep from cumming on the spot. She quickly dropped her robe on the floor next
to the sofa and Marty felt like had been punched in the gut. Her body was even
more astonishing then he'd thought, which was saying something indeed. The
robe had been small, but it had been hiding the deep cuts and striations of
her chest, stomach, upper arms and thighs. She was like something cut from
marble, not just mere flesh and blood.

Almost casually she reached over and ripped his shirt open with what would
have looked like a light tug to Marty. Not that he cared about the shirt at
this point. As quickly as humanly possible he stood up and threw off his
ruined shirt, pants and shoes. He felt like an anemic child next to this
colossal beauty, but she didn't seem to mind. She reached for him and he
melted into her heavenly, thickly muscled arms.

* * *

Afterward, Marty lay sleeping. Suddenly he was jarred awake by a quick series
of light slaps across his face and an irritated female voice. "Come on, Marty.
Waky-waky. Time to get up." Marty jerked himself up and groggily took his
feet. While he was looking around as if he didn't even remember where he was,
Nadine -- who was once more dressed in Hank's old robe -- stuffed his clothing
into his hands and started ushering him towards the door.

"Wha-whats - " was all he could say as Nadine kept him moving.

"It was really great, Marty. We'll have get together the next time I'm in
town," she said as they reached the door.

"Ah, can I call - " Marty tried to slow things down so he could get his
bearings. He felt strange. Sluggish and weak. As if the lovemaking had drained
him of all his energy. "Please, Vicky, I can't - gotta' get dressed..."

Nadine stopped. She was ready to open the door and push him outside. But she
knew she'd better wait till he was at least partially clothed. A naked man
stumbling around the neighborhood at night just might bring the police and
that was something she didn't want to deal with till after she had completed
the final transference. "Okay, Marty, hurry up and dress yourself. But do it
fast, I have things to do." She stood next to him with her arms crossed under
her ample bosom as she down at him, watching him put his clothes on.

Marty tried to dress as quickly as possible, but he was exhausted. As he
looked at the huge woman standing over him, she seemed to be larger and more
muscular then ever. Marty finally got his pants on but they felt loose and too
long. ‘What the hell was wrong?' he wondered. He had to actually tighten his
belt two extra notches before it felt secure enough to hold up his pants. He
started to open the door when Nadine spotted his keys lying on the floor.

Sighing she stopped him. "Don't forget your keys, Marty."

It was a simple thing really. But it took Marty back to the many times he had
left the Campbell home in a somewhat sodden state. Without thinking about it
he replied, "Thanks, Nadine," as he bent down to pick up his keys. And the
realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He looked at her and he knew, even
though it was impossible, it was Nadine. For a moment they both froze in
indecision. Then he bolted.

Leaping towards the door he actually succeeded in pulling it open, but only
for a second. Then Nadine reached over and slammed it closed with one arm. It
banged shut so loudly that a car alarm down the block went off. Marty didn't
waste a second. He tried running to the rear of the house, but Nadine simply
stuck out one of her tree trunk legs and tripped him, giving him a slight
shove as he went down to make sure he couldn't scramble away. He tried
crawling, so Nadine gave his body a light stomp with her newly enlarged - but
still dainty appearing -- foot. As she brought her lower appendage down
solidly on his back, the air went whooshing out of Marty in one giant heave.
Too stunned to move now, Marty just lay on the ground while Nadine looked down
at him. After she was certain he wouldn't try to make another run for it,
Nadine lifted him up by his collar and slammed him against the wall so that he
was facing her.

Marty's terrified eyes stared into Nadine's as his feet dangled nearly a foot
off the floor.

"Nadine, how - " was all he could get out before Nadine leaned her new
formidable weight into him.

"Quiet, Marty. I can pretty much figure out what you were going to ask without
you saying anything. ‘How'd I get so big and strong', right?" He was starting
to turn a deep shade of red so she leaned back, taking some of her weight off
his trapped chest.

He started breathing in big lungfull's of air and nodded his head as best he
could.

Nadine smiled at the compliant way his head bobbed after only have to asking
him once. Hank was never this cooperative, she thought. "The reason's aren't
important, Marty. Trust me on this. Hank and I are going through some changes,
and we're not going to be up for any visitors for awhile. It's just too bad
for you that you came over tonight."

Marty's eyes went wide with fear once more and he opened his mouth to voice a
plea for mercy, but Nadine cut him off. This time she brought one massive
forearm up and pressed it hard directly into Marty's windpipe. Not hard enough
to crush it, just hard enough to cut off the air. His face started turning
bright red again and his body started jerking and struggling like mad. Not
that it made a bit of difference. Nadine held him easily. She watched the life
slowly ebb out of Marty's eyes as his struggles lessened. Just as his eyes
started rolling back she released her hold and let him fall to the floor. He
flopped down like a wounded animal, the only movement was his chest as he
breathed in all the air he could. Once his breathing started evening out,
Nadine kneeled down until her face was just a foot above his. While he looked
up at her in terror she started idly running her hand through his thin, brown
hair.

"You got lucky tonight, Marty. Really lucky. It would be so easy..." She
studied his face as she let the full weight of her words sink. "You're the
closest thing Hank has to a friend. You knew that, didn't you?"

"Nadine, I-I - " He started shaking his head ‘no' as he fumbled for words.

Nadine cut him off by smashing her fist into the floor right next to his head,
breaking several tiles that covered the small entry hall. "Don't lie, Marty.
There's no point. You knew about the cheating, the women and I guess you knew
about the beatings he gave me. You sure saw me covered in brushes often enough
to figure it out. It's a terrible thing to live in fear, Marty. I know." She
started gathering him up in her arms. Once more Marty struggled but Nadine
ignored his efforts. "But I'm going to cut you a break. You were usually
polite, you didn't try to order me around and you always used a coaster." She
straightened his shirt, trying to make the torn garment hang right. "A girl
notices these things. So, I'm going to tell you something you may not even be
aware of..." She leaned in close until her face was just an inch from his ear.
"You're asleep. Right now you're dreaming. So you're going to go home, and
find yourself in bed and you're going to forget about everything else you've
dreamed tonight." Nadine rose up to her full, frightening height. Marty looked
up at her, his eyes barely even with her chin. "Understand?" she said flatly.

Marty was bathed in sweat and shaking like an eighty year old man on a chilly
day. Too afraid to do anything else, he was only able to squeak out a barely
audible, "yes, Ma'am."

Nadine smiled, lifted him up by his armpits and marched him to the door, his
toes barely touching the ground as they went. "Good boy." She threw the door
open and held the shaking man steady. "Now get going!" And with that she gave
him a mighty shove that sent him stumbling down the front steps and several
feet across the lawn before he was final able to gain some control of his
flight. He looked back only once but never stopped. He didn't know what was
going on in the Campbell's modest home and he didn't want to know. Turning
back he raced to his car parked on the street. Nadine watched as Marty took
off. But before he was across the lawn her eye caught a reflection. She looked
down and once more spied Marty's keys laying on the floor. Sighing, she picked
them up and tossed them so they landed right in front of Marty. Marty saw the
keys hit the ground just a couple of feet ahead of him, scooped them up and
continued on without missing a step. He was in such a panic he scrambled over
the hood of his car and was behind the wheel in just a matter of seconds. He
started the car, revved the engine and took off, wheels squealing on the
pavement.

Nadine watched him go. She knew it was a gamble. He could very well go running
to the police, but then what would hey say? ‘A big muscle bound woman had sex
with me and beat me up'? Nadine chuckled at the thought. Besides, it was very
nearly over. She closed the door and locked it and put the chain on once more.
Then she turned to the hallway closet. She threw the door open and looked at
her husband who was hanging in the middle of the closet. His head was sticking
out of a garment bag but he didn't say anything because a tie was gagging him.
When Nadine opened the door his head jerked up and he looked at her with those
big puppy dog eyes that Nadine knew so very well.

She leaned against the closet doorframe, filling it with her now massively
muscled body, and said in a light tone, "did you miss me, Hanky? Because I
missed you." Nadine chuckled and Hank's head drooped down.

Yet Another Interlude

When Nadine saw that it was Marty at the door, some plan seemed to pop into
her head almost instantly. Moving so fast that Hank could barely keep track,
Nadine opened the closet door and quickly found a tie to gag him with. Then,
hunting around a little more, she found one of his old belts. Acting like a
champion rodeo star, she looped it around Hank's hands and feet, and tied it
securely. She knew he couldn't get away, but he might be able to roll around
and make Marty suspicious. Her eyes roamed quickly over the closet and found
exactly what she needed. Laying on the closet floor, half hidden under some
shoe boxes was an old clothing carrier. The kind you hang up to keep your
clothes unwrinkled. Flipping Hank over once again she stuffed him all the way
inside the large canvas sack and zipped it up. Then she hung it on the
clothing rod. Just as she closed the door she thought better of. Reaching in,
she quickly unzipped the bag about 8 inches, felt around inside and pulled
Hank's head out. Then she zipped the bag up to his chin, leaving his head
exposed. Playfully she tousled his hair and whispered, "you just hang around
here till I get back." Then the door was closed, leaving Hank in total
darkness. He was left hanging, like a piece of beef, while Nadine went to deal
with Marty.

He tried to free his arms, grunting and straining with the effort, but it was
useless. He had no leverage, and even if he did he doubted that he'd be able
to slip out of the cunning knots that Nadine had made with his belt. He heard
the front door open and close then muffled conversation on the other side of
the closet door. He tried screaming through his gag, hoping that Marty was
close enough to hear. Hank was sure that Marty wouldn't be able to overcome
Nadine as she was now. But still, he might get away and come back with help.

Over and over again he attempted to make some sound loud enough for Marty to
hear, but each time there was no reaction. Giving up on that, he tried
swinging the clothing bag back and fourth in the closet. Maybe if he did it
hard enough the wooden rod in the closet holding him up would break and Marty
would hear the crash? It was the only hope Hank had. Trying to shift his
weight back and forth, Hank actually moved the bag a few inches each way.
Enough to make a slight creaking sound. But the only effect it had was to
start giving Hank motion sickness. And he didn't want to take the chance of
throwing up while the gag was on, so he stopped swinging. He just remained
quiet and motionless and listened as intently as possible.

After a few minutes he thought he heard the TV. It might have been a football
game. Hank seethed. He couldn't believe that Marty was just going to sit and
watch a football game at a time like this! Hanging out with his lunatic wife
while he hung in the closet like some kind of sacrificial animal! Hank
strained again, putting everything he head into slipping free of the belt that
kept his arms motionless, but once more he failed. The effort had exhausted
him. Drained he hung in the closet and waited, eventually he drifted off into
unconsciousness.

He woke up to a bang. Literally. Something was slammed against the outside of
the closet wall with terrific force. ‘Did that crazy bitch just kill Marty?'
Hank wondered. If she did, he hoped it would be enough to get the police down
there. Hank heard more, but he couldn't understand what he was hearing. It
sounded like it might be groaning but then he was sure he heard Nadine's
voice. She was definitely going on about something. ‘What the fuck, is she
going to lecture him about not using the coaster?' Hank thought. Then he heard
the front door open and close. Less then a minute later the closet door opened
and there stood Nadine once again, even more huge then she'd been before.
Suddenly it hit Hank like a punch in the gut. She'd had sex with Marty
Greeson. It was demented to a point beyond insanity, but Hank was honestly
jealous.

Nadine looked at Hank, reading his as emotions as they played over his face.
She grinned evilly. "That's right, Hank. Marty and I finally have more in
common now then worshiping you. So, would you like to get down from there?"

She seemed to be waiting for a reply so not knowing what else he could do,
Hank bobbed his head up and down in a nodding motion. Satisfied, she reached
into the closet, ready to bring him down now.

11

Nadine cradled Hank in her massive arms as she lay on his recliner in the
living room. That is, she didn't so much cradle Hank as she let him lie supine
on the vast expanse of her immense body while she lay stretched out the
recliner. With one hugely muscled arm holding him in place - in fact the
massive peak of her bicep nearly obscuring his face - she held his now scrawny
body trapped between her prodigious breasts. So large were her magnificent
globes now that Hank's head appeared to be nothing more then an ornament
hanging between them. While Nadine held Hank immobile with one arm, she idly
played with his diminished equipment with the other. Rolling his now gherkin
sized penis between her fingers, Nadine whispered into Hank's ear. "Are you
hard down there now, Hank? It's getting really hard to tell." She chuckled at
Hank's anguished cry. He struggled and kicked as he tried to escape the
searing pain of her words. Words that hurt all the more because he knew them
to be true. His once intimidating piece of meat was now nothing more then more
potent then a tootsie roll. Of course this wasn't exactly a revelation for
Hank.

Once Nadine pulled him out of the closet, she took a moment to really look
over his miniscule form fully. After her latest growth spurt, thanks to Marty,
Nadine was so tall, that Hank barely reached her waist now. She smiled as she
looked down at him, like an indulgent headmistress would when she's about to
discipline a troublesome student. Hank wanted to cover himself with his hands,
but Nadine simply waved a warning finger and he let his hands drop to his
sides once more. "Tsk-tsk, you don't want to cover up the merchandise, now do
you?" She poked him with her finger and he nearly fell over. Nadine smiled.
Hank could tell she actually found his weakness exciting. She reached down and
held his arm at the bicep between just her thumb and forefinger. "Not much
left, is there, little man?"

Hank shivered. Knowing that Nadine could actually pull his arm out of his
socket had him nearly pissing himself in fear. Only the knowledge that she
would become furious with him if he did so let him keep himself under control.
He wanted so much to run or curse at her, but all he could do was tremble as
her hands roamed up and down his dwindling form. "Nadine, please... Isn't this
enough for you?" But she ignored his words and once more scooped him up in her
arms, which he nearly became lost in. Then she took him to the recliner and
they stretched out together.

As Nadine held Hank, her fingers played with his cock, and she slowly jerked
him off while her fingers found her own sex. Hank couldn't stand it. He tried
squirming, but Nadine simply held him down with just her forearm, while she
reached down and cupped his entire package with one massive arm. It felt like
just the weight of her arm now was enough to hold him in place. He could smell
her excitement as Nadine's dampness spread out around her fingers. Not knowing
what else he could do, he used his hands to try and find purchase on her firm
and mammoth breasts. They were so taut and full now, they could have supported
his weight all by themselves. While his hands roamed their expanse, his palms
came into contact with her distended nipples. They were so big now, his entire
hand couldn't cover one. They seemed to extend more then inch from the
wondrous spheres.

When Hank's hands found Nadine's sensitive nipples, she breathed a sigh of
pleasure. Then, just to amuse herself, she flexed the huge, underlying
pectoral muscles. First one side, then another. She rocked Hank's entire body
from side to side as she did so. His entire body was like a toy for her to
play with now. "Oh yes, we're almost there..." She trailed off as she felt the
buzz of pleasure inside her build. She could tell he was almost there as well.
Just a few more strokes... She might as well as much enjoyment as she could
while this lasted. "Hank, keep rubbing, harder... Faster... Ah, that's it..."

Hank did as Nadine ordered, not having the courage to voice a protest. His
miniscule cock was as hard as it could get now and he knew it was seconds away
achieving his own orgasm. So he kept rubbing Nadine's huge nipples as he felt
her entire body undulate underneath him, shaking and quivering, seconds away
from her own sought after release. Their ragged breathing hit a fever pitch
and they both shouted. That is Nadine shouted, Hank squeaked out his pleasure.
Then the light engulfed them once more.

12

Afterward, Nadine just lay on the recliner, contentedly musing on events while
Hank slept fitfully spread out on the living expanse of her colossal body. She
could tell he was smaller then ever. She could hardly feel his weight as it
rested on top of her. He felt so small and inconsequential now, she believed
that she could handle him like a basketball now. The thought amused her. She
pictured folding him into a ball and dribbling him downcourt as if he were a
character from a cartoon show. Bouncing his little, round body on the court as
she ran, then she'd jump up and shoot. His body would go flying through the
air, straitening out as it headed unerringly for the basket. He'd go through,
his arms and legs waving wildly as she scored a perfect 3 point shot. The
entire arena would explode with thunderous applause as thousands witnessed her
achievement. "Hmmmm," she moaned. Nadine couldn't believe it, but she was
starting to feel the same tingle of excitement building inside her again.
Already! She'd never known such sexual hunger - or gratification -- in her
entire life. She felt insatiable. She looked down at the little man who lay
unconscious between her two mammoth breasts. She wished she could stretch
things out longer. But tonight was the third night since she used the first
stone and started the spell that was responsible for her and Hank's
transformation. Vicky's letter had been very specific. She looked at the clock
hanging on the far wall. Just a couple of more hours left. That was all she
had. She had to use the last stone before sunrise or everything would go back
to the way they were." She suddenly though about Marty running from the house
in terror and smiled. ‘Well, maybe not everything,' she mused. But the smile
faded when she recalled how she almost told Hank about the time limit of the
stone's spell. There wasn't a great deal Hank could have done even if he had
known that Nadine only had three days might driven him to some truly desperate
behavior. She shook her head, dispelling the thought. ‘Guess this is it,' she
thought wistfully. She lightly shook Hank, being very careful not to injure
him. She wasn't sure how strong she had become, but it was certain she could
easily kill Hank by accident. A tight little smile curled the side of her
mouth. Nadine had no intention of letting that happen. Hank was going to get
the full treatment if it was the last thing she did. However, Hank was proving
very hard to rouse this time. Hank... Wake up, Hank," she said as she
continued to shake him back and forth.

As for Hank, he was floating in a sea of muscle. Thick, sinewy female muscle
as far as the eye could see. Hank floated in the sweaty and exhilarating
domain, his body an insignificant speck in the vast expanse. Then the tides of
the living ocean started turning rough, battering him back and fourth. He felt
like he was sinking into the hard flesh that supported him, and he knew if he
did, he'd disappear forever. He gasped and struggled as he tried to remain
above the mahogany surface. Then consciousness washed over him and he knew
where he was. Still trapped in the living pythons that were Nadine's arms.

Nadine realized that Hank was suddenly awake and violently struggling as he
tried to escape. She eased back on her grip, fearful that he might hurt
himself trying to squirm out of her embrace. But as she shifted her weight,
the recliner she had been laying back in, broke. With a crackling, splintering
sound, the back came lose, spilling Nadine and Hank to the floor. As they
fell, Nadine turned her body, trying to make sure she wouldn't land on Hank,
thus giving Hank his chance to get away from her. The moment Nadine's hold
loosened Hank bolted free. Scrambling for all he was worth, he took off across
the living room floor, noticing as he ran how the coffee table now was almost
even with his chest. He rushed to the front door and started trying to pull it
open. He was tall enough to reach the doorknob, but the deadbolt above it was
just beyond his reach. Trying to think, Hank noticed the umbrella stand next
to the front door. He'd never liked it there, but now he couldn't have been
happier about having in the entry hall. As quickly as he could, he climbed on
top of it so that his knees rested on the edges, making him just tall enough
to reach the deadbolt. Turning it, he leapt down from his perch, and started
swinging the door open. But the door didn't open more then a few inches when
something came flying over his head crashing into it, closing it once more.
Hank ducked, trying to avoid the debris that came crashing to the floor around
him. He realized that the smashed mass of wood was the small end table that
sat next to his recliner. For the first time he looked back over his shoulder
and saw Nadine climbing to her feet. She had picked up the lamp that had sat
on top of the end table. She lifted it in one hand, then pulled it back behind
her head as she took aim.

"Get away from the door, Hank!" she roared. Not sure what to do, he froze, but
only for a moment. He started reaching for the doorknob once again, so Nadine
let the lamp fly, aiming it directly at his scrawny body. Hank dove just as
the lamp smashed into the space where he had just been standing, luckily for
him the entrance to the kitchen had been right next to him.

Nadine watched Hank dive through the entrance to the kitchen. Not caring where
it landed, she tossed the lamp aside and finished untangling herself from the
remains of the recliner. She felt both angry and ridicules. All her planning
might come undone because of a rickety old Laz-E-Boy. When she realized it was
breaking apart she tried to make sure that she wouldn't land on top of Hank.
She thought he was weaker then he must actually have been. When she landed,
her leg became entangled between some of the broken boards at the base of the
recliner. When she tried pulling herself free, Hank found his chance and took
off. Moving faster then anyone her size should have been able to, Nadine
reached for Hank, just missing him by less then an a couple of inches. She saw
that he was heading for the front door so she knew it would take a few seconds
for him to get it open. She remembered locking it after she'd gotten rid of
Marty, even if she didn't take the trouble to replace the chain. Swinging her
thickly muscled arm, she smashed the part of the chair that still held her
leg, nearly breaking it free. Almost growling with anger now, Nadine yanked
her leg up, pulling the entire chair off the floor, then kicked with all her
might. The remainder of the chair went flying, but as she turned her body back
to the front door, she saw that she might be too late. Hank has succeeded in
unlocking the deadbolt and he was pulling the door open. She knew that she'd
never reach him before he was able to scurry out of the house, and she didn't
relish the idea of chasing him down the street, so Nadine did the only thing
she could. Acting completely on instinct, she picked up the table that had set
next to the chair, spilling its contents to the floor as she did so. It felt
lighter then air as she heaved the table up in an instant, then she sent it
sailing across the room like a rocket. It worked perfectly. The table hit the
door with a resounding crash, startling Hank and closing the door at the same
time. But the broken wood might not stop Hank from opening the door again. She
saw the table lamp and brandished as if she was going to throw it, hoping this
would cause Hank to give up. She yelled for him to stop, but even from across
the room she could read the desperation in his eyes. So abandoning concern for
his well being to the wind, she threw the lamp, meaning to knock him senseless
with it. But once again, Hank was quicker then Nadine thought he could be. He
scampered out of the way just as the lamp crashed against the spot where he'd
been a moment before. She saw him disappear into the kitchen. Cursing to
herself, she went to the front door and rebolted it, then put the chain back
on. Then just for good measure, she moved the heavy bench that also sat in the
entry hall against the door. There was no way Hank could move it unaided in
his present state. Turning to the kitchen, Nadine took a moment to calm
herself. She wouldn't lose control the way Hank would if the situation were
reversed. She'd find him and finish things. She wouldn't let him have the
final say this time. Feeling in control once more, she entered the kitchen and
started searching for her husband.

Hank moved like his life depended on it, running through the kitchen heedless
of where he was going. Just trying to find someway out of this nightmare realm
he found himself in. He tried the side door, the windows around the breakfast
nock, and even an old doggy door that had been installed, then sealed up years
later. Nadine had nailed shut everything, probably while he'd been handcuffed
to the bed the previous day. Not that Hank cared when it happened. The only
thing that mattered was finding an escape route. Giving up on the kitchen, he
ran through the small dinning room, finally stopping due to his own
exhaustion. Panting like a 70 year old man, he leaned against the big credenza
that had belonged to Nadine's mother. Hank couldn't believe how weak and out
of breath he felt. He knew he didn't have the size and strength that he once
possessed, but he never would have believed that just running through half the
house could be so difficult. He knew that Nadine wasn't far behind him. He'd
heard her before in the entry hall, moving stuff around, probably barricading
the front door. But since then it had been virtually silent. She was probably
being quiet, laying in wait somewhere in the house, ready to spring out at
him.

Trying to suppress his ragged breathing, his mind raced as he tried to think
of someway of alluding Nadine and escape, but nothing was coming. Suddenly the
memory of the previous nights dream came rushing back at him, as if it had
really been a premonition all along. After a moment he heard a sound coming
from the kitchen. This brought Hank out of reflective state. Nadine was
searching for him, this was no time to be thinking about dreams. Knowing that
he only had a moment to decide what to do, he looked around for a place to
hide. From his now low vantage point, he suddenly realized that the huge
credenza sat higher off the floor then he had ever noticed before. He was sure
that he could slip underneath it now, and the space would be almost invisible
to Nadine unless she got down to her hands and knees to check it. Quickly,
Hank got on his belly and slide underneath the huge piece of furniture. He'd
always hated having it in the house, and only the fact that he knew it was
probably a valuable antique moved him to allow Nadine to keep it after her
parents left it to her.

As quickly as he could Hank crawled as far back under the heavy antique as he
could. He felt sure that as tall as Nadine was now she would never be able to
spy him in his hiding place. Without a second to spare he finally wedged his
body against the wall, just as Nadine strode into the room. He couldn't see
anything other then her huge, diamond shaped calves as she moved about the
room, checking to make sure he wasn't lurking about. His heart nearly leaped
out of his chest when she came to stand right next to the large piece of
furniture that concealed him. He was breathing so hard he was sure she had to
hear him. But she only remained for a few seconds, then she left the room to
continue searching.

‘Thank God,' Hank thought as Nadine moved off. Hank lowered his head to the
floor and tried to stop his shaking. While he was attempted to regain control
of himself, he thought about the situation he was in. He knew that Nadine
would keep searching for him. He was afraid that his only hope lay in staying
hidden long enough that whatever deadline she seemed to be working against
would pass before she could find him. But even if she found him, it wouldn't
be easy for her to get at him. It had taken four men a couple of hours to move
the antique piece of furniture that he was hiding under into their house. It
wouldn't be easy for Nadine to move it even if she possessed all Hank's
strength and more beside. As these comforting thoughts filtered through Hank's
mind, he heard Nadine moving about the house, trying to ferret out his hiding
place.

Nadine was fuming. After checking the entire house for some way Hank might
have made an escape, she hadn't found anything. Every window and door was as
securely fastened as it been since she'd sealed everything up two days before.
So that only left one possibility. Hank was hiding. It was almost amusing to
her. Hank, the most macho man she'd ever known was now hiding in his own home
from his wife. He would have laughed at the very idea just three days ago if
she'd brought it up to him. That or done something much more unpleasant. But
now wasn't the time for musings about the past. She had to find Hank very soon
or else everything might be ruined. "Hank, come out now or else!" she yelled
loud enough to shake the windows. She knew it wasn't likely to make Hank come
running, but it might induce him to panic. Several times she yelled his name
and nothing happened. After the fifth such attempt she knew she had to try
something else. Nadine stopped and closed her eyes, remaining completely
motionless for several minutes. Standing as still as a statue she listened. At
first she thought this would be another waste of time, but as she concentrated
she found she could hear things that she hadn't noticed before. The
refrigerator running in the kitchen. The water heater turning on in the
basement. Someone closing their garage door somewhere down the street. She
stood still and kept concentrating and after a few more minutes she thought
she could hear someone breathing.

It had been over ten minutes since Hank had heard anything and he was becoming
even more nervous. There was something, if not comforting about hearing Nadine
moving about the house, slamming closet doors open and closed, calling his
name, at least it was to be expected. Hiding in his cramped space, he tried to
think of something to cheer himself up. Perhaps she had become desperate
enough to finish her growth cycle, she might have left the house in search of
another victim. Even if she locked him in again and he couldn't find a way
out, it would give him the chance to find a phone, plug it in and call the
police. Then, moving so silently he didn't even hear her, Nadine's feet
appeared at the entrance to the dinning room.

He thought she might be coming for him, but she just continued standing in the
doorway, as if she was trying to "psych" him out or something. He tried to
remain absolutely still, but just knowing she was a few feet away had his
breathing turn ragged and his heart beating so fast he thought it would come
leaping through his chest.

"I can hear you, Hank." The words came out very low. Almost like a purr.
Nadine walked into the dinning room, quietly. As if her feet were barely
touching the floor. "I know you're in here. I can't explain it. It's like I
can sense you." She was still moving about the room almost aimlessly. He could
see her feet going first from one side of the room to the other, as if she was
trying to confirm through some sixth sense where he was. But that wasn't
possible... was it? She was just getting stronger. She wasn't becoming psychic
of anything. That was impossible! Nadine's slow circle of the room continued,
all the while she talked in a low voice, as if she knew that Hank could her
every word. "It's... hard to explain, Hank," she paused a moment, then moved a
little closer to the credenza. "I can actually hear your breathing, your heart
pounding... even the blood rushing through your veins. I can hear it... almost
feel it." She was standing directly in front of the old and massive piece of
furniture now. She placed her hands on it, as if she could sense Hank all the
way through the hard wood surface. Hank wanted to bolt. To roll out from under
the heavy wooden monstrosity and make a break for it while she seemed
occupied. But he knew he had to try to eat up some time by making her attempt
the arduous task of moving the mound of wood on top of him. She didn't say
anything another minute and I thought she was going to move on. As if this had
all been a bluff. But suddenly, he opened his eyes and saw her leaning down, a
big smile on her still lovely face. "There you are." He moved back even
further, sure that she was going to reach for him. But she didn't do that. She
simply placed one hand on the underside of the credenza, and flipped it over.
The huge wooden antique went flying, flipping over and smashed into the wall,
partially breaking through and reveling the kitchen on the other side.

Hank was too stunned to move, to run, or even to think. He hadn't believed it
possible for Nadine to be that strong. He didn't think it was possible for any
human being to be that strong. But she was. She stood there, her head nearly
brushing the ceiling, her massive muscles pumped up to unreal levels of size
and hardness, smiling down at him as if she'd just located a bothersome pet.
He couldn't bring himself to do anything, but lay there as she bent down,
reaching for him.

* * *

Nadine carried Hank from the dinning from, holding him as he was a baby with
his head on her shoulder. His head was turned away so she couldn't see from
her vantage point, but she thought he might even be sucking his thumb at that
moment. ‘Wouldn't that be amusing?' she reflected. She carried him through the
house until they came to the door that lead to the back yard. She had nailed
it shut the previous day, but that was no consideration to her now. She simply
put one large hand on the door and pushed. With a ripping, whining noise, the
door opened. Huge chunks of wood went flying as she did so.

"Where are we going?" Hank asked in a small, fearful voice.

"Just for a look at the stars, Hank. Remember back when we were dating and
we'd sit out under the stars for hours and talk?" She casually picked up a
towel that had been left on one of the patio chairs as they passed by them.
Then they were out in the middle of the modest back yard. It looked both eerie
and familiar in the darkness of the night with only the full moon for
illumination. With a flourish, Nadine spread out the blanket out on the grass
and took a seat while she still cradled her miniscule husband in her awesome
arms. Gripping him under the armpits, Nadine held up Hank so she could get as
good a look at him as she could in the pale moonlight. He looked haggard and
worn. Like a forgotten doll that had been sitting in some child's trunk for
far too long. His head was lolling from side to side as if he could barely
stay awake. Lightly she shook him. "Look at me, Hank."

Hank Campbell opened his eyes wide and looked at the commanding presence that
was his wife. Her lovely face, more vibrant and animated then it had been in
years starring down at him. As he took in her facial features, his eyes
couldn't help but be drawn down to her classically long neck that now sat on
top of two huge, boulder sized shoulders. Shoulders that looked like they
could support a battleship. But they needed to be that huge with the arms that
were attached to them. Every muscle covering her arms were so enormous that
Hank was almost surprised that her lovely skin didn't burst. Her triceps
looked like there was a horseshoe trying to push it's way through the thin
layer of flush that covered them. Her biceps were now the size of two
cannonballs, with huge veins running across their length. And her forearms as
thick and sinewy as Olympic runners legs. Hank thought it was amazing with all
her muscular development that her breasts had become so large and firm as
well. As he watched the twin globes bounce and move about, he was reminded of
the magnificent cleavage one of those adult film stars. Like Tiffany Towers,
or Melissa Mounds. Only Nadine's breasts were now far larger and more enticing
then either of those women could ever hope to be. As Hank's eyes drank the
stupendous physique of his wife, he thought it just as well that he couldn't
see her legs folded underneath her.

Nadine watched her husbands eyes as he drank her in. As if she could read the
thoughts that flashed through his enfeebled mind. She smiled as the
realization came over him just how far superior Nadine was to him in every way
imaginable now. She tilted him up so his eyes met hers once again. Finally,
after several minutes of savoring her triumph, she addressed her husband.
"This is it, Hank. The final stone, and I think the end for you."

Hank was almost too far gone for the panic to register, but still it did.
"Plea-please, Nadine..." He searched to form some words that would have some
effect on her, but nothing came to him. Only the same deadening fear that he'd
been feeling since this nightmare began. "Please, can't you... Forgive me?"

The laughter that came spilling out of Nadine was both frightening and at the
same time familiar. Almost like the Nadine he used to know. It sounded like
the laugh she used the night of their senior prom when he'd gotten a flat
tire, then covered his rented tuxedo with axle grease while changing it. It
was a laugh that told him she thought he was being silly and unreasonable for
not thinking things through.

"It's not about forgiveness, Hank." She brought one of her hands up to his
face and traced the outline of it while she supported his entire body with her
other hand. "It's about me never having to be afraid again. Ever. You and the
others have made that possible." Her hand went down to his small, thin arm and
she held it between two fingers. "I win - " she suddenly squeezed hard enough
to cause Hank to yell out in pain and his vision to darken, "- you lose." She
let go and held him close, as if being so close to such a vigorous and
powerful creature could cure him by physical contact. "It's that simple. Law
of the jungle. You were my prey. But now it's time to end it. Just one final
thing, Hank. I want you to beg me to finish you. Beg me to complete the
process that will end your existence."

Hank couldn't believe what he was hearing. He tried using his arms to push
himself away from Nadine, but he might as well have been pushing against Mount
Rushmore. Throwing caution to the wind he yelled out in his tiny voice, "you
really have gone crazy, Nadine. I'm not going to beg you for shit. Maybe I
can't stop you, but I'll fight you with everything I have left!"

It was like music to Nadine's ears. Small and feeble as Hank sounded now, he
did sound reminiscent of the Hank of old. "Oh no, Hank, you'll beg. Trust me."
And with that, Nadine kissed Hank. He tried resisting, but his struggles were
so inconsequential, it was difficult to tell if Nadine even took any notice of
them. Her tongue overwhelmed his mouth, first possessing it, then roaming
through it at well. While she orally raped Hank, she leaned back, still
holding his body, and let him lay on top of her once more. Her magnificent
breasts raising like two mountain peaks underneath him. She pulled her mouth
away from Hank's and started running her tongue down the side of his face,
down to his neck and throat and on to his chest. All the while her fingers
were stroking his miniscule hard on and her stupendous breasts lifted and
undulate his body up and down, as if he were riding an unbroken stallion.

Hank tried to resist the sensations that assailed his weakened body. He tried
biting his lip, closing his eyes and imagining that Nadine was some kind of
horrible looking beast, but nothing worked. He was incredibly aroused by the
muscle vixen who was intent on destroying him. And Nadine seemed to know
exactly how to play Hank. She would bring him to the absolute peak of sexual
intensity, to the point that just one more stroke of her incessant tongue
might push him over the edge, then stop, pull away, then just as Hank would
start to cool down, Nadine would start all over again. Hank couldn't believe
what she was able to do to him, with him and for him. He thought he would
explode or go insane if it continued much longer. He didn't think it was
possible to be kept on sexual edge the way Nadine was, but she seemed to be
able to manage it easily.

Finally after nearly an hour of this sexual torture, Hank was a sweating,
twitching sack of meat. "Please... Stop, Nadine... I ca-can't take it..."
Tears were flowing freely down his face as looked at lovely visage.

Nadine pulled Hank away from her licentious flesh once more to study him. Her
eyes boring into him, making it even harder to think. "What is it, Hank? What
do you want to say?"

Hank just stared back at Nadine, his eyes pleading with her. Begging her not
to make him throw the last of himself to the wind. But Nadine's hard gaze told
him she would accept nothing less then what she expected. "Ahh ah," he tread
to speak the words caught in his throat. He felt like there were bees buzzing
around in his skull and his eyes couldn't focus through the tears. What more
did she want from him?

"Beg me, Hank," Nadine said flatly. "That's the only way this is going to end.
End once and for all." She sat up, still holding Hank just a foot away from
her face. Her eyes daring him to defy her.

Hank couldn't take it anymore. His will was broken and all that was left of
the once invincible jock, legend of Worthington High School, ladies man and
virtual Adonis was a shriveled shell. "Please, Nadine... just... just end it.
Finish me, plea-please." For a moment he didn't know where the words came
from, but then they were out and tears of relief flowed down his cheeks.

Nadine smiled the most radiant smile Hank had seen since their wedding day and
she hugged him to her magnificent, all encompassing bosom. For a moment Hank
was fearful that she was going to start teasing him again and keep on the
sexual torture until he truly and finally lost his mind, but she quickly
lifted up his body until she was holding him above her head. Then she bent her
head forward and wrapped her lips around his entire package. It only took a
few seconds. Nadine hardly had time to caress his cock and balls with her
tongue before he was shooting off. For her part, Nadine didn't need any other
stimulation then Hank's final surrender. Just his indisputable submission of
everything he was and what he valued to her had her riding the crest of her
own orgasmic bless. But she had been able hold off for a few moments while she
got Hank in position. But when she felt him stiffen in her mouth, she let go
her control and came as one with Hank.

And they were both bathed in the light.

Final Interlude

As Tom Wooster careened down the interstate, he did his best to stay focused
on the final leg of his long journey. Life wasn't easy being a traveling
salesman, spending four days of the week on the road, working his circuitous
rout, driving the equivalent length of the country each and every month. But
damn, if getting him for his three days off didn't make it all worthwhile. It
was late -- very late -- and even though he'd try to be quiet, Jenna would
always hear him climbing the stairs to their bedroom. She'd ask if he'd eaten
and Tom would say he was fine till breakfast but she'd insist on getting up
and fixing him a little something. They'd talk while he ate and he'd joke and
always get her laughing. Then he'd be ready for bed, but first he'd sneak into
the kids rooms and give them a kiss goodnight. In the morning all three kids
would jump into bed with him and harangue him until he agreed to a trip to the
park or the movies, or have a barbecue before his three days were up. Tom
smiled. That was the real pay off, coming home and knowing that he'd been
missed and everyone was still waiting for him. He sure didn't do it so the
beauty shops and spas he serviced had the latest in hair care products. Once
more he looked at the clock on the dash board to see if time was moving any
slower and as he did a bright flash came from the side of the road and for a
moment four AM was turned into the middle of the afternoon. Tom was so
surprised he nearly swerved off the road. Luckily he was the only car on this
stretch of highway for the moment and he didn't come close to hitting
anything. Tom looked to the direction the flash of light had come from. He
realized he hadn't heard an explosion or even a bang. Nothing, just that
amazing flash of light. As he passed by the point where the flash had come
from he kept his eyes on the rearview mirror, checking to make sure there
weren't any smoke or other flashes. Nothing. Probably just some kids up late,
playing with some photography equipment or maybe lighting some kind of super
Roman candle. After another couple of miles he forgot about the flash as his
mind danced around what Jenna might make him when she woke up. He was thinking
about scrambled eggs and hopefully some left over ham...

End

Nadine's spirit soared free through the heavens. Not a care or worry assailed
one precious moment of her thoughts as rapturous, unending, euphoria enveloped
her and lifted her higher and higher. And as her essence basked in the
absolute majesty and wonder of the infinite, three words came rang through
Nadine's being, causing her mind to explode in complete, all encompassing
contentment.

Resplendent!

Refulgent!

Revenged!

The words echoed through her consciousness, filling her soul with such perfect
joyous pleasure and satisfaction until she thought her exaltation would fill
the entire universe, overfill it and wash away all existence.

The swirling vortex of jubilation finally started to settle, bringing her mind
back to the magnificent vessel that was now her body. Slowly, fearful that the
dream was over, she opened her eyes. She looked up and saw the stars overhead,
with just the faintest traces of light peering over the horizon, signifying
dawn. She was still in her back yard. Still naked. And Hank was...?

Nadine sat bolt upright and reached for her tiny husband, but her hands came
up clutching only air. Hank was gone. She looked around the small backyard,
her perfect eyesight scanning the ground for any sign of him. What she found
surprised her. There, scattered a few feet from her huge form were just a few
pieces of shiny metal. Nadine picked up one piece. It was small, about the
size of a double A battery, only it was a thin metallic strip. ‘Could it be?'
she wondered. One of the pins that once held Hank's once broken leg in place?
It was incredible, but that seemed to be all that was left. She looked around
the yard, using her hypersensitive senses but she found nothing. She examined
the piece of metal for a moment longer, then smiled wickedly and tossed it
over her shoulder. She hadn't been sure what to expect. Vicky's letter had
been remarkably clear about everything except what happened to a male who had
his entire essence taken by a woman using the stones. Her little sister must
have believed that Nadine wouldn't have the guts to fallow through if she
knew. Nadine smiled at the thought. The girl who couldn't have followed
through disappeared a long time ago.

Nadine stood up, and up and up. She looked down at the ground that seemed so
far removed from her new colossal stature. She wasn't sure how tall she was
now. She knew she had to be at least seven feet tall and maybe even a little
more. She walked into the house, believing she could actual feel the Earth
tremble with each step she took.

She marveled at how much smaller the house seemed now. Even though she had
almost completed the process the last time she was inside. But that was then
and this was now. She went over to the wall of plaques and trophies. The
monument to Hank Campbell's early life. She picked one at random and held it
up.

Hank Campbell MVP Worthington High Football Team

The plaque that she used to need both hands to safely handle now it nearly fit
in her palm. She closed her fingers and crushed it, enjoying the sensation of
the wood pulping and turning into saw dust in her hands, the metal engraving
twisting inward and deforming into an unrecognizable shape. She opined her
fingers and watched the remains of the trophy fall to the ground. She could do
this with every plaque on the wall and every trophy sitting in the shelves.
Destroy them all with just the power of one hand. She looked the wall and
trophy cases over for a moment then turned away and walked back the length of
the house to the bedroom. Nadine knew there was no need. She'd taken
everything she wanted. The trophies that had long been a symbol of her
servitude in this house were meaningless now. Let them stay where they were
for anyone who wanted them.

She showered, dried herself then started dressing. But as she did, she caught
sight of her reflection in the mirror that hung on back of the closet door.
She was an amazing sight. The only thing she recognized about herself was the
face, yet even that looked more vibrant and youthful then she could remember
it being in years. But as much as she appreciated her younger appearance, it
was her body that would blow anyone away who caught sight of her now. She had
to be seven feet, two inches tall, at least. Her shoulders were two huge,
massively hard slabs of round muscle, large enough to support the two
impossible thick, beefy arms with biceps the size of overripe watermelons that
now hung at her sides. Her massive, at least triple D breasts that now sat on
her chest tapered down to a slim, 32 inch waist. Then her body once more grew
to stupendous size with her heavily muscled thighs, along with her monster
calves. So took a few minutes, flexing each muscle in turn, marveling at how
large they already were, they would still grow to even more senses shattering
colossal size on commend. After a few moments of this, she found she had to
stop because she was becoming aroused by the display she was putting on for
herself. As she finished packing, she wondered if Hank had ever felt that way
when he was the most amazing muscle specimen in the house?

She left with only two bags. None of her old cloths would fit now, and she
wanted almost nothing from the place she had lived in for the past eight
years. She stopped in the kitchen and placed her wedding ring on the counter.
It hadn't fit since she'd used the second stone and she had no desire to take
it with her. Anyone who found it was welcome to it as far as she was
concerned. Her hand touched her ring finger and she thought about her old
habit of twisting the ring. A slight smile crossed her lips as she turned her
broad back on the tiny gold object and walked away. Old habits die hard, but
they do die.

At the front door, she paused before stepping out, took one last look at the
place and wistfully thought about the home it could have been, instead of the
empty house it was. She walked out without bothering to close the door, not
caring what happened after she was gone.

Nadine got into the drivers side of Hank's classic Mustang and after pushing
the seat back as far as it would go she started the engine and pulled out of
the small but beautifully maintained house's driveway. As she drove out of the
cul-de-sac and on to the tree lined streets of Worthington she turned on the
radio. Not liking the 80's rock balled she heard, she hit the search button.
At the second station the radio tuned to, Nadine stopped it, and turned up the
volume. It took her a moment to recognize the song. It had been written long
before she was born, but she remembered dancing with Hank to it at her High
School Prom.

o/' All of me...why not take all of me...

Can't you see...I'm no good without you...''

Take my lips.....I want to lose them...

Take my arms....I'll never use them o/'

She started laughing and turned the sound up as loud as she could, humming
along as the car sped down the street on the way to whatever destiny that
awaited her.

o/' You took that part....what once was my heart

So why not take all of me...

Baby, please take all of me o/'

Finish