Ultimate Power Ultimately Corrupts - Chapter 4 - The Triplets
By Silentcrs, silentc123-mail@yahoo.com
Give young women power and they may not use it ethically

He awoke to the smell of talcum powder and baby oil, a chalky scent wafting through the air.  His 
squinting eyes slowly opened to a brightly lit white room filled with glossy furniture.  A dainty dresser, 
wooden chairs, a small desk -- almost like a child's room.  Crayon drawings of brightly colored scenes 
adorned the walls: stick figures of men in rectangle "pants" and women in triangle "dresses".  At least, 
he thought they were women -- they appeared much larger than the men.  His skull throbbed and he 
involuntarily palmed the back of his head to feel a rapidly growing welt.  How did that happen?  He was 
woozy getting up, so he instead turned his body over on the carpet to face the other direction, and it 
was then that he saw the surreal.  Three giant young women in matching "baby doll" dresses, identical 
faces and silky black hair done up in pigtails.  Massive, muscular bodies filling way-too-tight "children's" 
clothing.  Swollen calves stuffed into white knee-high socks and matching "little girl" shoes.  Thin, 
fragile skirts barely covering solid columns of thigh meat, each leg bigger than his torso.  Matching sets 
of tan, bare, rippling abs flexing slightly with each soft inhale and exhale.  Enormous round bosoms and 
pecs crammed into skin-tight white blouses, chests heaving.  Their arms were nearly bare, the sleeves 
of the blouses ending almost at their shoulders above bulky biceps.  Their faces were angelic, done up 
with light makeup to feature childish rosy red cheeks.  A single tiny lollipop of different flavors -- 
cherry, grape and lime -- were in each one of their large but feminine hands, twirled along their pink 
tongues with elegant fingers.  They looked down at him, quite literally towering over his body, as they 
bent forward in unison while continuing to twirl the lollipops across their tongues.  "Little man," they 
breathed out together, "would you like to play with us?"

Earlier in the day had been quite different.  A nip was in the air as late October had settled over the 
suburban town.  The young high school teacher had put out a punch bowl of candy for today's 
Halloween visitors.  Quiet, single and unassuming, the man handed out treats to young children and 
their parents, remarking positively on their choice of costumes as he dutifully smiled at each one.  As 
day passed into evening, the stash of candy got smaller and smaller.  The older trick and treaters came 
out -- the ones that were permitted to come out at night -- and as he waved the last of the high 
schoolers away darkness fell over the suburbs.  Around midnight he brought the bowl back inside and 
was heading upstairs to bed when he heard one last ring at the doorbell.  He grumbled slightly under 
his breath and made his way back downstairs, determined to give away his last bits of candy to the 
latecomers and get some sleep.  He opened the door and was stunned.  Three giant young woman in 
matching "little girl" costumes that barely fit their bulging frames.  They weren't students at his high 
school -- maybe the next town over.  Their faces and bodies were identical.  They may have been 
triplets.  His eyes scanned them up and down, briefly fantasizing about their naked flesh crawling all 
over his.  He shook his head to relieve himself of the image, but it was already too late.  The girls were 
watching him and saw in his eyes the pattern they knew so well.  They knowingly glanced at one 
another before wedging themselves through the small doorway.  One of the girls grabbed a handful of 
lollipops from the bowl.  Another grasped his forehead with a large hand and violently smashed the 
back of his skull against a living room wall, cracks leading up to a picture frame.  As his eyes closed he 
could feel himself being carted over a generous shoulder, and as he collapsed into unconsciousness he 
could barely feel the wheels below him as the car screeched off into the night.

When he awoke in the white room he initially thought he was dreaming.  The scene was a surreal mix 
of childish themes and massive sexualized beasts.  He quickly learned, however, that everything was 
quite real.  One of the girls reached down with a single large hand and grasped his neck, pulling him 
upwards and bodily off the floor, legs dangling.  As she neared his face to hers, he could smell the 
cherry lollipop still melting in her mouth.  She stared into his eyes as her tongue came out and 
wrapped its way around the candy's red head.  She watched with barely concealed amusement as his 
eyes followed the tip of her tongue, nestling against the edges of the pop and caressing it against her 
plush lips.  She pressed the candy deep into her mouth, rubbing it against the side of her cheek as she 
heard him gulp audibly.  She closed her mouth and looked into his eyes, sucking gently.  Finally, he 
heard a loud crunch as her teeth shifted, followed by a deep swallow.  She opened her mouth and 
drew out her tongue, the wet stick completely devoid of candy.  He shook as she smiled knowingly.  
The other girls formed a triangle around the hanging man and he could smell the powder brushed 
against their vast cleavage.  They appeared to be wearing no bras under their thin, childish dresses.  "I 
want to play with him," one girl announced with a flip of her black pigtails, grasping a frail arm and leg 
and proceeding to pull his body towards one side.  "No, I want to play with him," another replied, 
grasping the opposing limbs and pulling harshly back as her muscles flexed against the baby doll dress.  
The two girls started a tug of war with his body, jerking it back and forth.  He could feel the center of 
his chest straining as he was pulled to one side and then another, his groin bending awkwardly as they 
yanked his thin thighs open.  It almost felt like was being drawn and quartered.  Finally, one of the 
oversized girls got down on her knees in front of the man.  "Hold him still," she demanded huskily, "I'm 
going to play with him."  The other girls obeyed and held firm, wedging his small calves crudely 
between their solid ones as they stretched his arms out, his body spread eagle between them.  Taking 
the lollipop out of her mouth briefly, the young girl on her knees brought her face to his straining 
crotch.  She looked up at him with deep dark eyes, her youthful pigtails belaying her mature motives 
as he could feel her warm breath pant against the outside of his khakis.  She wrapped her teeth 
around the front of the fabric and with an aggressive growl tore downwards, ripping it off in addition 
to some of his gray cotton underwear.  Her moist mouth lingered near the head of his penis as she 
brought her lollipop back up to her lips, rubbing the underside of his head with the globe of sticky 
candy.  "Little man, this lollipop is almost as big as you," she chortled.   She saw a drop of fluid dribble 
out his head and onto the candy.  She licked it gracefully off as he shivered.  "You'll taste much better, 
though."

She descended on him like a tornado, engulfing him near-instantly with her entire mouth and sucking 
so hard his pelvis was pulled physically forwards.  The other girls giggled as his body spasmed, unable 
to wrench himself from their powerful grip.  They watched as their sister's beautiful face ducked in 
and out below them, pigtails flinging back and forth as she stroked up and down.  Her rosy cheeks 
distending with each stroke, his manhood pressing under their blushing complexion as her eyes stared 
into his.  She scraped along the sensitive areas with her perfect white teeth, carving light lines along 
the bloated red skin.  The other two girls reached down with their free hands and cupped his testicles, 
kneading them with their long elegant fingers.  They felt their sister's soft face repeatedly brush 
against their hands, the pigtails bouncing against their slabs of arms, and were encouraged to grip 
tighter.  The girl on the floor pistoned her mouth faster, her lush lips gliding along the wet base of his 
penis effortlessly.  Her scarlet cheeks grew concave as she sucked him like a straw, her cute nostrils 
breathing in and out so she could keep him in her mouth longer.  She looked up with a mixture of 
innocence and wickedness in her eyes.  He was close.  He trembled as she pulled him out, tickling his 
head with just the tip of her tongue.  Her lips explored, nibbling on his testicles.  She gripped his penis 
in one powerful hand, fingernails painted brightly pink.  Her thumb flicked his glans casually as she 
tilted her pigtailed head to one side.

"Come for me, mister," she begged mock innocently.

He groaned as he shot out across her supple face and onto her waiting tongue.  Some semen sprayed 
up into her black hair, streaking down her pigtails and falling onto her broad shoulders.  She pressed 
his penis along the outside of her rosy cheeks, rubbing his juices over the soft skin.  One hand went up 
to a pigtail, pinching it between her index finger and thumb.  She brought the shiny digits to her lips 
and sucked each one as she looked up wantonly, pushing them in and out of her mouth as more 
semen dripped down her baby girl dress.  As he spent his last juices, the other girls slumped his 
exhausted body to the carpet while one reached for a cell phone on the dresser.  She pointed it down 
at her sister, still sucking her wet fingers as the facial continued to trickle down her cheeks.  As the 
shot was snapped her eyes looked devilishly up at the camera.  The other two girls pulled the 
remnants of the man's clothes off as the facial girl made her way over to one of the wooden chairs, 
still licking her lips.  They positioned the man below them so that he was straight upwards, naked.  
Facing one another, they turned their faces briefly to hear the sound of wood straining as their 
semen-stained sister was trying to wedge her huge body into the little chair.  Seconds later, it 
collapsed into a plume of splinters.  "I hope I don't do to his face what you just did to that chair," the 
girl standing above his face snickered.  "I kinda hope you do," facial girl replied nonchalantly while 
sucking her index finger.  

The two girls above him joined hands and began to menacingly sing, squatting their bulk with each line, 
"Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies."  Childish white panties barely covered the breadth of 
their shaved crotches as their thighs flexed awfully above his quaking body.  He could see wetness 
through the cloth.  "Ashes, ashes," they sang, their colossal mass casting his world to fall into shadow.  
"We all fall down!"  He felt his frame compress inward as tremendous weights crushed down onto 
him, his spine digging into the carpet.  The girls heard the floor creak in protest as they settled their 
immensity onto their toy's feeble frame. One spread her flowery lips over his feebly protesting mouth 
as her football-hard rump covered his fearful eyes.  The other crudely pulled her panties to the side, 
stuffing his penis into her cavernous vagina and leaning backward, feeling his doughy thighs squash 
below her rolling mass.  The two began to hump his body, baby doll dresses and all, as the third 
reached for her sister's cell phone and set it to video.  She kneeled down in front of them and started 
recording.  "What are you doing, sisters?" she asked.  "Playing," one replied in a little girl's voice, 
continuing to hump his outmatched body.  She turned the camera to that girl riding his face.  "And 
what are you playing, sis?"  The girl shifted herself, lifting her dress up to reveal the man's visage, dark 
red, struggling for air below her as she bored her crotch into his mouth.  "Hide and go seek," she 
winked.  The girl holding the camera leaned down to get a close up of the man's face -- or what could 
be seen of his face -- as his lips thrashed for air against hers.  She slid her wet slit up and down his 
countenance.  "I don't know, sis," the camera girl said, bringing it back up to show her sister's full body, 
"I don't think he can breathe."  The girl riding his face stopped, looking into the camera as she put her 
hands on her hips.  "What do you think," she asked with a throaty voice, "I'm going to kill this man with 
my pussy?"  The camera girl chuckled as she turned to face her other sister.  "And what are you 
doing?" she asked.  "Exercises," the other sister replied, lifting her thighs up off the ground.  The man's 
pubic area went up for the ride, gripped tightly with her vagina.  Only the weight of her other sister 
kept his body from coming completely off the ground.  She crashed back down and repeated the 
maneuver several times more, one hand involuntarily groping a large erect nipple through her blouse 
while the pinky of another pressed against her soft lower lip.  The camera zoomed in on his 
overwhelmed genitals, being squashed and stretched beyond their limits by her sister's violent 
humping.  The young woman pulled up hard.  "I don't know, sis.  I think you may need more weight for 
those exercises."  The girl snarled as she crushed back down, "Or a bigger weight bar."  All three burst 
into laughter.  

The camera girl took several steps back.  "Why don't we show the folks at home how much sisters love 
one another?"  The two prodigious girls sighed contently and embraced, wrapping their thick arms in a 
hug as cords of muscle wrapping around one another.  As their lips met, they reached behind each 
others' backs and tore the girlish clothes off.  Rippling muscular flesh glided across one another as their 
tongues sank in deep, still drilling the petrified man into the carpet below them.  Their erect nipples 
bent against one another as their breasts slipped over soft skin, a sensation that caused each to pant 
erotically into the other's open mouth.  As their hands stroked wide backs of solid unyielding muscle, 
they felt another tiny set of hands reach pathetically up, fingers desperately trying to ungrip bulging 
thighs, falling off their huge volume.  They looked down and whimpered in satisfaction at the man 
struggled, tongues dancing between their lips.  They could feel his hands barely make their way up 
over their column-like thighs, hardly gripping capacious layers of muscle.  One of the sisters grabbed a 
pliable hand and tugged his arm harshly, stuffing his frail knuckles into her sister's nether region.  The 
other sister followed suit, scraping the man's fingernails over her sister's clitoris in the process.  The 
two laid their weight down more, bending his arms painfully as their vaginas sucked on their toy's 
unwitting fists.  The camera girl removed her clothes and started fingering herself at the sight.  The 
girls on top tasted each other's tongues as they pleasured themselves to the sounds of wrist tendons 
bending.  After some time clasping one another, one leaned her lips against the other's ear.  "Make a 
wish," she hissed erotically.  The two girls decoupled, leaning away from one another.  Triceps flexed 
as they pressed their palms backwards against the floor and slipped their calves under his puny body, 
compressing him into compacted muscular vices with their thighs.  They pulled back further, still 
milking his groin and mouth respectively, as they extended him.  Their chests flared out, stiff nipples 
standing proudly below their beautiful faces.  Their swelling abs spread taut, lower groin muscles still 
undulating, still exploiting pleasure from his body.   They tilted their heads back as they pulled, pigtails 
glancing off their rigid, etched backs.  Closing their eyes, they began to hear the sounds they sought.  
Abdominal muscles bending, ribs bending.  Obstinate in their power.  They cooed in unison, turning to 
face the camera as they licked their luxurious lips.  

The camera girl sat down next to them, still pleasuring herself.  "Remember our favorite game when 
we were younger?"  "Airplane," one answered, as all three grinned wryly.  The two girls detached their 
bodies from the curled man who was now sobbing silently.  The facial girl handed the camera to a 
sister, laying herself on the floor.  She rolled over slightly and seized the man's thigh and neck with her 
fists, laying herself flat on her back and benching his light weight several times easily.  When she was 
ready, she thrust the pain-wracked man high overhead and placed his stomach on the soles of her 
bare feet, flexing them straight upwards until he was lifted high by her sturdy thighs and gams.  The 
other two girls lay down next to her, parallel to his body.  They too thrust their thighs upward, pressing 
the base of their pretty feet flat against his neck and upper thighs respectively.  The wiggled their 
painted red toes in anticipation against his bare skin as the girl at his head faced the camera upwards.  
His terrified face levitated above theirs as he peered down at their naked bodies, their ample meat 
spread out below him.  "Do you know what our other favorite game was when we were younger, 
mister?" The girl gazed into his horrified eyes.  "Mouse Trap!"  They sliced their long legs out and 
scissored them back in concurrence, letting his body fall a fraction of a second before wrapping him 
with their deep, corded thighs, knotting their ankles tight.  His upper legs, stomach and neck were all 
sheathed in solid muscle, monstrous bulges glistening in the light.  He felt his frame start to collapse as 
the girls started to twist their legs.  His neck was first, the friction of one young girl's inner thighs hard 
against his trachea.  She slowly turned her pigtailed head sideways as she watched him in bemused 
interest with the camera.  The middle girl bended her knees slightly and cracked them into his chest, 
squeezing his upper torso tight in the other direction and flattening his lungs as she grunted in soft 
exertion.  She loved the feel of ribs bending to her muscles.  The final girl kneaded his limp upper 
thighs between hers, feeling his muscles wane, one of her upper thighs positioned just right to flex 
against his crotch.  She rolled her upper leg upwards, flattening his erection against his stomach as she 
ground down, smiling as she heard a whine escape his lips.  The girls chewed on him in opposite 
directions, wringing out his body as they felt his bones and organs delightfully whither.  When he 
started gurgling, and a dribbled of blood left his lips, they knew it was time.  

All three triplets whipped their legs downwards together, crashing his twisted body into the floor as 
the desk and other furniture jumped from the impact.  The girls pressed their wide chests and backs 
against one another, fingertips reaching around to cup each others' breasts, as the man squirmed 
entrapped in their legs.  The two in back began to gnaw lewdly on the necks in front of them, 
occasionally reaching up to nip a tender ear, as the front girl fingered herself and the flexed.  They 
spooned their powerful upper bodies against one another, feeling their collective warmth grow as 
they continued to grind their impenetrable legs around a fragile body.  They wrung together and 
finally, with a harsh twist, they heard the satisfying crack of a broken neck and spine.  The girls 
orgasmed in unison, their lower bodies unconsciously humping the broken corpse below them as their 
hands gripped each other's thick, tan bodies.  Their juices flowed against his shattered frame as they 
spread their fingers, bringing them to each other's lips to taste.  They compressed in the afterglow, 
kissing each other's broad muscled backs as they fondled one another to the sounds of their angelic 
exhales.

The girls unhitched themselves from their toy, looking in gratification at his deformed body crinkled on 
the carpet.  They picked up the remnants of their dresses and grabbed the phone, eager to see the 
resulting picture and video.  They shut the lights off as they left the now-quiet white room.  They 
would have to think of equally good costumes next year.