The Comet
By Fragilistic, frag902@yahoo.co.uk
A strange phenomenon leads to a shift in the balance of power


It was fairly normal as far as comets go according to the astronomers. It was
supposed to pass within 1500 miles of earth and star gazers were busy setting
up telescopes to watch this rare event. As things turned out, it actually came
a whole lot closer, giving earth's awe-struck population the most amazing
firework display ever seen, as the icy tail of the comet disintegrated
showering the planet with billions of shooting stars. All of which was
completely harmless, the scientific community assured us at regular intervals
on the nightly news.

Art woke at 5:00 am as usual, stretched and yawned and thought about the day
ahead. He worked for a brokerage firm in the city and was always at his desk
by 6:30 am ready for a frantic day's trading.

He noticed that his wife had draped her arm over him during the night, which
he found charming, but unusual, as Juliet wasn't normally so affectionate. He
lifted her arm gently to move it without waking her and was somewhat surprised
by how heavy it felt. As he raised her arm, she stirred, and then to his
surprise pulled him closer to her, tightening her arm around him. Art was
stunned. What had just happened? He tried again to mover her arm, but as he
did so, she instinctively tightened her arm around him, squeezing him tightly
against her curvaceous body.

"Ufff", Art groaned, as he felt himself pressed against his wife. Now in a
state of mild panic, he tried to rouse his wife. "Juliet, Juliet, wake up
honey, something strange is going on." After a few minutes she opened an eye,
looked at her husband's body pinned against her, and smiled sweetly. "What
time is it?" she asked. "It's five, and I've got to get up and go to work,
but..." "So why are you cuddling up to me then?" She smiled. "It's not Sunday,
you horny little devil." Juliet rolled herself over, and straddled Art,
pinning him to the bed, kissing him on the lips and neck. "No, Juliet, please,
I have to..." "Shhhh, just let me take care of everything", she whispered,
before pulling her nightie over her head, revealing her large firm breasts
which she proceeded to rub all over Art's face. "Mmmm, mmmm" was all her could
manage, as she smothered him in her expansive tit flesh.

Art put his hands up to Juliet's breasts, and was stunned to see they were
bigger than normal, dwarfing his hands. Also her arms looked firmer, more
toned, more muscular. Her legs as well felt bigger, stronger, as she squeezed
him between her thighs. To Art's surprise, Juliet took complete control of
their love making, pinning his wrists to the bed in a firm grip that he didn't
realize she was capable of. She rode him forcefully, her orgasm coming
brutally with a scream that would wake the whole neighbourhood. "Wow", Art
gapsed, as Juliet dismounted. "You seem different today." "I feel great,"
Juliet said, "how about some breakfast?" "Sorry gotta run, I'm late already",
Art replied as he hurriedly pulled on a shirt and trousers, massaging his sore
wrists.

Art ran to the train station and just made it in time as his train was about
to pull out. He jumped as the doors were closing and fell awkwardly into the
carriage, cursing and sweating profusely. He thought he had trodden on
someone's foot, but wasn't sure whose it was, so he made no acknowledgement of
the fact.

"Hey, you, that was my foot, you clumsy idiot". Art turned and came face to
face with an attractive brunette in her mid 20's wearing a pin striped
business suit. Art knew the type, young, confident, successful no doubt. "Do
you have any idea how much these shoes cost?" she continued. Art ignored her
and turned back to stare out the window when he felt a hand grab his arm and
spin him around. "Don't ignore me when I'm talking to you." She still had her
hand on his arm and started squeezing hard. "What's the big deal, it was an
accident" Art said, hoping this would placate her. "And let go of my arm".
"Not until you apologize properly" she said, squeezing his arm even harder in
a vice like grip. Art winced and tried to pull her hand away with his other
hand, but he couldn't budge her. God almighty, she was strong, he never would
have guessed it from looking at her. Must be some kind of self defense
technique they teach women these days. The pain became excruciating, he felt
his knees giving way, but she held him upright with just one hand. "I'm sorry,
ok, I'm sorry" Art blurted out, tears of pain welling up in his eyes. "Well
you should have said so earlier", the pretty brunette snarled, giving his arm
one final squeeze that left him seeing stars and almost blacking out. The
train came to a halt at the next stop and some people got off, leaving a few
empty seats. Without hesitation Art slumped into the nearest seat, and looked
anxiously over at the brunette, who had gone back to reading her book. Jesus,
what a morning. Things could only get better.

When he arrived at work Art rushed straight into his office and collapsed into
his leather chair. At last, the relative normality of work in which he could
immerse himself in. No more freakishly strong women to upset his morning.

Tracey, his assistant, walked in. "Morning Mr. Holden, can I get you a
coffee?" Yes, strong and black" he replied, not bothering to look up from his
paper. "You're in early today" he said, "You don't usually get in until 8". "I
know" replied Tracey, "I couldn't sleep, I woke up feeling excited, as though
something great was about to happen." Art looked up from his paper and saw
that Tracey was wearing a skirt, a really short skirt. In the three years that
she had worked for him he couldn't remember ever seeing her wear a skirt, she
always wore suit trousers. Damm, she had fine legs. Maybe a little too big for
his taste, she obviously worked out, not surprising as all employees had
corporate gym membership.

Tracey returned five minutes later and put the coffee on Art's desk, brushing
past him with her shapely butt and thighs. Art's heart started beating 1000
times a minute. Was she flirting with him, was that the reason for the skirt?
Maybe she was looking for a raise. He felt that he had to say something to
break the uncomfortable silence.

"Say, Tracey, I couldn't help but notice that you're wearing a skirt today"
Art said, a slight tremor in his voice. "Some special occasion ?" "Oh I'm glad
you noticed, I didn't think you would" Tracey replied. She had now come round
to his side of the desk. Art couldn't stop staring at her massive stocking
clad thighs. They were enormous. God, what she could do to a man with those,
he thought, pitying her poor boyfriend. As she came closer and closer, Art saw
rather than felt his hand gently brush the top of her thighs with the
slightest of contact.

"What the hell are you doing?" She asked him angrily. "Ermm, nothing, only I
thought that you, well, I mean the skirt and all.." "You little pervert, I'll
show you" yelled Tracey, grabbing Art by his arms and shaking him violently,
like a mother shaking a naughty child.

"I'll give you a close up of my legs, seeing as how you're so interested in
them" she said, sitting down on the large oak desk and pulling Art up with
her.

"Stop it, I'll have you fired for this", he shouted, angry and embarrassed at
being manhandled by a woman for the third time that day.

Tracey pulled Art effortlessly between her big legs and snapped her thighs
shut around his waist like a man trap. "There, is that a better view for you?"
she asked, pilling on the pressure. Art was suspended in mid air, his hands
desperately clawing at the twin stocking clad pillars crushing in on him. He
couldn't believe her strength, it was beyond anything he had ever experienced.
Art gasped and choked, unable to draw breath, his face becoming a deep red.

"Art, I need to talk to you about the Gmex position ... " Tyra, head of fixed
income, had just entered the room, to be confronted with the sight of Tracey
holding her boss suspended effortlessly in mid air between her mighty thighs.

"Oh, I see I've come at a bad time", Tyra smiled.

"Not at all, I was just finishing up here", Tracey said, giving Art one last
squeeze for good measure that left him choking and wheezing, before opening
her legs to let him drop to the floor.

That morning, all over the world, men were waking up to the realization that
some things had changed for ever.