My Amazon Sister is a bitch
By the Elder Barry  erctwo@aol.com
Her wish had been granted


My Amazon Sister Is A Bitch

(Her wish has been granted)

Rebecca Wilde tossed and turned in her bed not wanting to face another
torturous day at the hands of Charlie, her sadistic older massively built
brother. Their parents were vacationing in the Hamptons with some of their
rich friends for several more days so Becky was expected to 'do what your
brother says.'

She finally dragged herself out of her bed and as was her want she examined
her burgeoning teen body in the full-length mirror at the side of her bed. She
immediately noticed that something was different - no - everything was
different - way different.

Her diaphanous teddy had somehow been torn asunder in the middle of the night.
She discarded her tattered dressing gown and studiously examined her image in
the mirror. Rebecca was noticeably bigger; not only taller but substantially
thicker and more muscular - and bustier, much bustier.

When she prepared for bed that night Becky was a relatively short 5-4 with a
slight 110-pound build - somewhat curvy but rather ordinary.

At the moment Becky estimated her new height to be at least five-foot-eight
maybe more and at a minimum weighing near 140 pounds. She had never been flat
chested but today she was in a word - STACKED - She estimated herself to be at
least 36" with full D-cups and womanly hips and a miniscule waste; the very
definition of the long sought-after hour-glass-figure.

The lovely teenager was pleased with her new body but at the same time a
little bit frightened. Her mind reeled - how and why had this have happened to
her - Then Rebecca thought back to her nightly prayers and the wish she had
proffered to the Greek Goddess of Retribution, Nemesis; apparently someone had
been listening.

Rebecca had wistfully wished herself to be stronger than her nasty big brother
and capable of defending herself from the rapist who had been terrorizing the
neighborhood. To date the community has been beset with three brutal rapes;
one leading to the death of the teen victim.

Putting all of that aside for the moment Rebecca raised her right arm, bending
at the elbow she squeezed her fist tightly. Rotating her arms, she flexed hard
and watched as two cannon balls rose majestically from her upper arm.

She continued to posture and tense her muscles, pose, and flex her body and
biceps for the moment forgetting all about the whys and the how's. She began
to but stopped worrying about the permanency of her metamorphosis deciding to
enjoy her new self for as long as it lasted.

Before anything else Rebecca desperately wanted to confront her brother. She
threw a bathrobe on and raced down the stairs to the exercise room where she
suspected he would be pressing iron.

"Oops, sorry bro." She giggled before pretending to cover her eyes from his
nakedness.

Charlie admired his muscular torso so much that he always stripped himself
naked while exercising. He was pridefully watching himself in the wall of
mirrors that peppered the exercise room. He was lifting an obscenely heavy
weight high over his head when he saw his sister laughing and pointing at his
flaccid penis.

"That's a shame 'big' boy." She suggested he might want to tie a bar-bell to
it. "Maybe it'll grow a little bit."

"Fuck you, Becky." He placed the weight on the rack and unashamedly faced his
sister. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Maybe I want to lift some weights."

"Yeah, sure. Be my quest." He pointed to the weight he had been using. It was
500 pounds, not quite double his weight, considerably more than she could
possibly lift; in fact, he doubted his little sister could even move it.

"Okay." At that moment in time Rebecca felt incredibly strong so she decided
to go all out. Using her right hand and only her right hand, she grabbed the
weight in the middle of the bar and lifted it off the rack. "Where should I
put it?"

"How did you do that?" He stepped closer to her. "How are you doing that?" He
stepped away from her. "Damn it, stop doing that."

Sill holding the massive weight in her one hand she unbelievably began to curl
the 500-pound weight over and over again. To put this feat of strength in
perspective; a 500-pound bicep curl would surpass the recognized World Record
of 249 pounds by 251 pounds ... and that's for a man.

"Becca, how can you be doing this." Charlie was convinced it was some kind of
a trick and said so. "It's some kind of trick, right?"

"Nope, no trick." She disrobed revealing her naked self to her still naked
brother. She giggled a girlish giggle. She rose herself to her full height and
flexed her bulging biceps. "See, no trick. Just female muscle power." She
flexed some more. "Do you like em?"

"Amazing." His heretofore flaccid penis seemed to be coming to life. Desperate
to cover himself, he reached for his Gi, his workout top. However, Becca
grabbed his arm preventing him from doing so. She wanted to watch his dick
grow and said so.

"I want to see your dick grow." Rebecca laughed heartily. She intently watched
and laughed as he attempted to cover up his privates, until finally his penis
had reached its apex - a solid six-inches - average at best.

"That didn't take LONG." She emphasized the words long.

"Come on little bro." She placed her elbow down on the table in the classic
arm-wrestling position. The 270-pound all-state offensive tackle reluctantly
followed suit. They clasped their hands together and intertwined fingers.

"Go." She intoned softly squeezing his hand hard, too hard.

"Owe!"

"Sorry." She lessened her power grip but began to push his almost non-existent
resistant hand and arm straight down to the surface of the table so forcefully
his knuckles began to bleed.

"Now, I want you to clean up this mess; she pointed to the waste basket filled
with his disgusting bile. Go to the kitchen and prepare me the best breakfast
ever. Three fried eggs over easy runny but not too runny, five slabs of
crispy, but not too crispy bacon, and freshly cut and shredded hash browns
with chopped onions, minced garlic, and diced green peppers."

She laughed inwardly at the speed at which he fled the basement.

She scoured the workout room looking for heavy things to lift but could find
nothing that presented a challenge. Eventually she settled for simultaneously
curling two separate 500-pound weights, one in each hand. Until she finally
combined the two weights into one 1,000-pound mega weight. She impressed
herself when she easily began to military press half a ton over her head with
ease.

"My God, Nemeses." She whispered to herself. "How fucking strong am I?" She
examined her flexed biceps using one of the mirrors estimating her girth to be
twenty-two full inches of steel like muscle. She metaphorically dwarfed her
much bigger brother and she felt self assured that if given the chance she
could handle the rapist.

Rebecca Wilde stopped at of the foot of the ten stairs leading to the kitchen,
she crouched down her knees, and vaulted over the stairs with ease, landing in
the kitchen startling her brother, the short-order cook.

"Jesus Becky, how did you do that?"

"Very well ... I thought." She headed for the table and sat down. "Never mind
about that. Let's eat. I am famished."

A still terrified Charlie Wilde served his sister breakfast as if he were a
waiter in a fancy bistro and not a family member. He laid the plate of bacon
and eggs and hash browns down on the table and stepped back not opting to have
breakfast with his sister.

"I thought you might want something to drink." He placed a mug of black coffee
and large chilled glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. "Will there be
anything else?"

"No. No thank you." She happily flexed her biceps enjoying the stunned and
frightened look on his face. You did good." She waved him away. "Go to
school." She brushed a hair from her eyes unconsciously displaying her massive
rising bicep yet again.

"I'll see you there, little brother." It was the first time Rebecca had
referred to her 6-7, 270-pound football playing older brother as little ...
she had so enjoyed it.

She had also enjoyed her scrumptious breakfast immensely made all the better
by knowing that her trembling bigger and older brother had prepared it for
her. Out of habit she began washing the dishes but then she naughtily decided
to leave them for her brother. He may as well become accustomed to the life of
a slave, anon.

She showered, allowing scolding hot water to massage over her muscular body,
pleasured herself as never before, dressed conservatively hiding her
preposterous physical proportions, and then rode her bike to school ... in
record time.

The moment she strolled into her first classroom of the day, Becca could feel
the eyes of the entire class following her every movement or was she just
imagining things. She took her seat and quietly listened to her biology
teacher drone on and on about something of no interest to anyone.

Throughout the day she and her friends and fellow students exchanged small
talk. They observed her, noticing her increased height and bulk but for the
most part they refrained from comment other than to say how great she looked
... and then it happened.

Her brother, her stupid brother, her stupid football playing brother had
blabbed to his teammates claiming and bragging that his little sister was
bigger and stronger than any of them and he dared anyone to challenge her to
an arm-wrestling contest.

Rebecca visited the school cafeteria for a late afternoon snack and
immediately discerned that everything was different; the entire football team,
guys and gals from other athletic teams, the entire cheerleading squad, as
well as numerous schoolmates had gathered together to observe the event of the
day.

"Okay, you win. I'll play along." When she walked into the crowd of students
they all stepped aside as if Rebecca Wilde were Moses parting the Red Sea.

"Hi Mark." Rebecca greeted the young African American football player who was
sitting alone at a table, a table specifically set up to accommodate the
impending arm-wrestling contest that the students had organized and were all
anxiously awaiting.

"Becca ... I'm sorry about this." The two-time senior All-State running back
was in every sense of the word a living breathing Adonis ... He stood 6-3 and
weighed 195-pounds of visible muscle. His flexed biceps exceeded 15 1/2 inches
and his prominent pecs and abs gave his body an unreal chiseled effect.

"Two out of three?" When Becca dropped her elbow on the table, she rolled up
her sleeve a bit, and assumed the position ... she heard her brother yelling
at no one in particular.

"No way." He pounded his fist on the table. "Make her show you guys her
muscles." He was adamant. "Everyone needs to see her muscles."

"Shut up moron." Rebecca stood up and glared at her brother Charlie who coward
away from her. "When we get home I'll do more than just show you my muscles."
Everyone laughed at his expense.

Rebecca and Mark locked fingers and awaited the signal for them to start.

"Ready, set, go." Wilson Williams, the captain of the football team, gave the
command. Initially the two combatants made no progress and then Becca
unceremoniously slammed the startled football player's hand down to the table
with such force she propelled him off his chair on to the tile floor.

"Again?" Wilson asked.

"Nope." Mark Moore had had enough and said so. "I've had enough." He rubbed
his knuckles. "She's hella-strong."

"Is Mark Moore saying no more." Wilson Williams laughed.

Rebecca Wilde was satisfied with her performance, but not totally. She had
wanted to remain undercover for a while longer but now that the cat was out of
the bag hubris was raising its ugly self. She knew she shouldn't but she felt
compelled to show off her body. She craved the attention she knew she would
receive.

The crowd comprised of her classmates gasped as she began to unbutton the
high-necked dress she was wearing. Slowly revealing an abundance of deep
cleavage, she cupped her breasts pushing them higher and higher. When she
removed her dress she garnered ever more gasps from her awe-struck classmates
and cafeteria workers.

Everyone had been and was now capturing the exquisite moments unfolding in the
cafeteria on their cells. Rebecca pulled her under garment up over her head
revealing her unfettered massive but perfectly proportioned breasts to
everyone. However, before she could fully flex her biceps she was interrupted.

"Five-O, Five-O." A number of students were yelling loudly signaling
approaching teachers and school security personnel. Everyone gathered around
Rebecca hiding her from view allowing her to cover-up (get dressed). The
students, in unison, began to walk and skip out of the cafeteria singing.

"Hi-ho. Hi-ho ... it's off to work we go ... Hi-ho. Hi-ho ... it's off to work
we go ... "and go they did ... scurrying off to where ever it is scurrying
students scurry off to whenever they decide to scurry.

After it was all said and done Rebecca found herself walking away from the
school towards her home until she wasn't. She was ecstatic reliving her coming
out party.

She had purposefully taken a 'short cut' through a foreboding alley when she
was stopped by a smiling hulking giant of a man intent on who knew what.
School officials had suggested students should avoid this part of town but
Rebecca had other ideas.

"Ain't you a cutie." When she scowled at him, he became incensed. "I'm going
to rip you a new asshole little girl." He slowly and ominously began to
approach her.

"Thank you, but no." She folded her arms across her chest. "I'm pleased with
the current state of my asshole." A confident Rebecca Wilde actually winked at
the man she felt certain was the neighborhood rapist. "Do you have any other
perverted desires?"

"Hold it." Not allowing him to answer she held up her hands. "Before you have
your way with me let me remove this dress, it's vintage. I wouldn't want for
it to get torn."

The startled goon watched in stunned silence as the school girl unbuttoned her
top and let her dress fall to the ground displaying her stupendous naked
breasts. The goon whose eyes were 100% focused on her massive boobs. He was
salivating never dreaming that girl like this would willing succumb to him.

He was so mesmerized by her titties he never noticed her equally massive
biceps until it was too late. In one swift motion Rebecca grabbed the sleezy
sleaze ball around his sleezy neck just below his sleazy sweating jaw and
lifted him off the ground.

Rebecca's vice like grip was not only constricting his ability to breathe but
also his ability to speak. She could barely hear feint sounds of a scream
which he couldn't verbalize. She slammed him face down on the pavement.

Now he was able to scream and scream he did.

"Quiet." The terrified man had scrambled to his feet and for the first time
noticed the girl's muscular frame. She gently punched him in the nose. "If you
utter another sound I will rip out your tongue. Understand?"

"Yeah." He lowered his eyes away from her.

Becca dragged the sleaze-ball up the stairs of an abandoned building, turned
the knob with such ferocity she broke the locking mechanism. She pushed open
the door and deposited the whining man on the tiled lobby floor

"Are you the rapist?" She took him by his hand. "Well, are you?" When he
remained silent she began to apply pressure on his hands followed by even more
pressure.

"Yes." He admitted. "I can't help myself. I lose control and do stupid
things." Tears welled up in his eyes. "I'm sick, sick in the head." He lowered
his eyes. "I meant them no harm."

"You killed one of the girls."

"Yes ... It was an accident ... Things got out of hand."

"Oh, an accident." Rebecca grabbed both of his hands in her powerful hands and
began to squeeze even harder.

There are twenty-seven (27) separate bones in the human hand and Becca was
intent on breaking each and every one of them. She could feel his tendons,
bones, cartilage, and ligaments surrendering to her overwhelming power.
Rebecca imagined that she was hearing the sounds of snap, crackle, and pop ...
which seemed appropriate for a 'cereal' rapist.

When she finally released her grip the two of them examined his hands. She was
in awe at what she had wrought. He was in shock impervious to the pain but
horrified by the extent of his deformity ... His hand had ceased to even
resemble a hand.

"What's your name, creep?" He remained silent. "Tell me or I'll do the same to
your feet." He was afraid to tell her the truth. "Tell me the truth because if
you lie to me I will know."

"Okay." He said. "It's Chester."

"Ha ... with a name like Chester I guess you were preordained to be a
molester." Rebecca folded her fingers together, lifted her clinched fists high
in the air before sledge hammering the back of his head with such force, she
rendered him unconscious.

"Chester, oh Chester." Rebecca slapped him across the face a couple of times
until he woke-up." "I'm far from done with you."

Becca pulled Chester up onto his feet, wrapped her bicep-blessed-arms around
his torso, and began to squeeze until she felt his ribs begin to 'snap,
crackle, and pop'. She savored hearing his pained noises She threw him down on
the ground, tore off his shoes, and began to squeeze his feet just as she had
his hands.

This was the most fun she had had since the 3rd grade when she and her friends
poisoned her obnoxious homeroom teacher's gold fish. Watching their inert fish
bodies floating in the bowl was a dear and happy memory.

By nature, Rebecca had never been a cruel vindictive person. However, she
didn't stop squeezing until the molester's feet no longer resembled feet. If
she allowed him to live, she knew he would never run a marathon.

A domineering voice resonated in her head overpowering Rebecca's sudden desire
and propensity for cruel violent sadistic behavior. She finally come to the
realization that she was no longer dispensing retribution for the molester's
reprehensible actions but rather she was torturing him well beyond equitable
punishment.

The voice in her head, undoubtedly that of Nemesis, was demanding Becca cease
her punitive torturous acts and simply kill the creep ... so kill the creep
she did. She engulfed his head in her two powerful hands and applied immense
pressure until his head exploded like a watermelon at a Gallagher concert.

Rebecca spent much of the afternoon and early evening cleaning up the 'crime
scene' of the human carnage hoping to remove any DNA that may have been
present. Luckily for her there were a number of half-fill trash bags strewn
around the apartment.

Chester had been a large man, too big for a single trash bag so Becca
systematically ripped off his arms and legs making him more manageable. She
managed to stuff all of him into three separate bags. She found his car keys,
searcher the neighborhood and with the help of his remote located his car; a
blue seriously dilapidated rusty 1998 Pontiac station wagon.

Rebecca drove the vehicle into the ally, climbed the stairs, retrieved all
three bags which she cradled in her arms, and deposited the many pieces of
Chester in the back. She drove the Pontiac deep into the woods, dug a huge
very deep hole in the ground with her bare hands and unceremoniously deposited
the 'former' rapist into his final resting place. Before leaving Becca
squatted over the quasi-grave where she pissed and shat. She covered the hole,
smoothed out the dirt camouflaging the site as best she could.

Rebecca Wilde returned to the car, drove it as close to her home as she dared,
parked, and then ran a few blocks to her apartment.

"Well ... la di da ... Look whose finally home." Brother Charlie met her at
the door sounding mega-pissed

"Charlie?" Becca menacingly sidled up to her brother. "Are you anxious to get
your ass beat again?"

"No. That's not it." The docile 270-pounder turned and headed for the kitchen.
"I've spent the last hours preparing dinner for you." He looked in the over.
"If you knew you were going to be late, the least you could have done was call
or text me."

Charlie was beginning to sound much like a 1950's era housewife; virtually
housebound, somewhat subservient to her husband who worked all day, who often
stopped off at a bar to drink with friends, and when he came home the expected
a home cooked meal obediently served to him by his wife.

"Sorry ... When you're right you're right." Stripping off her clothes Becca
headed towards the bathroom. I need a quick shower ... then we'll eat."

Rebecca washed all memory of Chester from her body and mind. She returned from
the shower clean and refreshed. She retrieved dishes and utensils and placed
them on the table signaling to her brother that they should have dinner
together as equals.

"Sit. Enjoy." Becca opened the oven door retrieved what appeared to be a
perfectly cooked Prime Rib along with well-seasoned roasted carrots and
potatoes and brought it all to the dinner table.

That evening as Rebecca readied herself for bed she struck up a conversation
in her mind with her benefactor, Nemesis. Resolving that she had been bestowed
with her new gifts so that so could dispense proper retribution not torture to
the many Chesters of the world.

Rebecca Wilde was beginning to thing of herself as a quasi-superwoman of
sorts. She fantasized about donning an appropriate looking costume and
creating a catchy name for a Superheroine character ...

Dear readers ... If you have a good Superheroine name in mind, please E-mail
me at Erctwo@aol.com

To be continued ...?

My Amazon Sister is a Bitch ... by the Elder Barry ... 3,360 words