Living His Best Life
by Robojoejoe
An abused boy finds safety and love in the arms of muscular women

      Joey Watson was living his worst life.  He had just turned 18 and unlike other boys his 
age, he wasn't thinking about college, a job or what girl he would date next.  He was held back 
after his sophomore year in high school because of poor grades and his academics hadn't 
improved much since then.  So here he was, a legal adult with one more year of high school to 
complete and no one left in school who he was even remotely close to.  Joey wasn't dumb.  To 
the contrary, he was a remarkably perceptive young man and emotionally mature far beyond 
his years; some would describe him as an old soul.  It was adversity that had seasoned him.  
Unlike most kids, Joey faced a living hell at home that raised serious challenges in his life.  
      That Joey's parents had been allowed to have children was almost criminal.  His father 
was a tall, burly man, both a bully and a womanizer.  He had no interest in the family that he 
"accidentally" started when he got Joey's mother pregnant.  At the time they hooked up, she was 
without question the hottest woman in town.  She thought getting pregnant was a great way to 
hook her bad boy into marriage.  Her plan worked, but it didn't end well.  She soon realized her 
partying life was over, while his continued unabated.  After two pregnancies, first a girl and 
then eight years later Joey, her body and psyche were broken.  Alcohol was the way she coped.  
Not long after Joey was born, his father ran out on the family.  Joey and his older sister Wendy 
were on their own.
      Joey idolized his sister and spent most of his life wanting nothing more than to be 
around her.  The eight-year age difference, combined with the stress of their home life, made 
Wendy look at young Joey as an extreme annoyance.  Wendy took after her mother in 
appearance.  She was a stunning blue-eyed blonde, gifted with both bountiful breasts and a 
butt that left men speechless.  From her father, Wendy inherited size and athleticism.  She was 
always one of the tallest and strongest in her class.  Natural ability made her a star in any sport 
she played, and she played many: basketball, volleyball and track.  The hours of practice and 
competition kept her away from home and her drunk mother.  Coaches always made sure she 
was well fed.  Her looks always ensured she had dates who could support her.  It was what she 
had to do to survive.  The last thing Wendy needed was a bratty little bother crimping her style, 
so she kept him at arm's length.  
      Joey and Wendy's relationship came to head one fateful day when Joey was about eight 
and Wendy sixteen.  Joey was hiding in Wendy's closet.  It always felt like a safe and comforting 
space to him; it smelled like her.  He heard the house door slam, then an argument.  Wendy 
and their mother were screaming at each other over who knows what.  Joey knew he couldn't 
be caught in Wendy's room, but it was too late to run out.  He burrowed deeper into the closet 
when he heard Wendy enter.  He could see her through the cracked door.  She had just come 
home from some practice.  She was sweaty and pumped full of adrenaline from the argument.  
When she opened her closet to get a change of clothes, she was furious to find her little snot of 
brother inside crumpling all of her things.  In a rage, she grabbed a handful of his hair and 
yanked him out of the closet.  Joey yelped at the burning pain in his scalp.  Wendy hauled back 
her muscular arm and slapped the small boy hard across the face.  He flew from her grip and 
crumpled on the floor, bloodied and sobbing.  Wendy stared at the pitiful boy as the heat of the 
moment's passion began to cool.  She quickly filled with guilt.  On the precipice of emotional 
maturity, Wendy had recently begun to realize that Joey was clinging to her in search of a 
mother figure.  How had she snapped so badly?  "For fuck sake, you dumb shit."  She chastised 
herself as she went to the bathroom, wet a towel and went back to Joey.  He was still curled up 
on the floor of her room, whimpering and afraid to move.  Wendy cradled him in her big arms 
and sat cross-legged on the floor with Joey securely in her lap.  She gently cleaned the blood 
and tears off of his face.  "I'm sorry Joey."  She whispered to him.  Joey wrapped his arms 
around her neck.  She hugged him close and held him until he quieted.  Wendy knew she was 
the only person Joey had, and for right now, he was still too young to fend for himself.  
      The next year or so would forever be etched in Joey's memory as Wendy paid much 
more attention to him.  She tried to make sure he had enough to eat and shielded him as much 
as she could at home.  The good times would not last forever.  When he was ten, Joey came to 
the realization that Wendy would be leaving for college.  Her athletic and academic ability led 
to several full scholarship opportunities.  It was her golden ticket.  Wendy felt terrible about 
leaving Joey alone with their useless drunk of a mother, but she knew there was little choice.  
Joey was despondent at the idea of Wendy leaving, and his sad feelings morphed into 
depression and anger.  He began to lash out at Wendy, cruelly taunting her as a way of 
expressing his grief.  He was a child who knew no better way to cope with his sense of 
abandonment.  It was almost a relief to Wendy when she finally left, believing she would never 
return.
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      While Wendy was a winner in the genetic lottery, Joey was not.  As an eighteen-year-
old, he had stopped growing at 5'4 and 115 pounds.  A poor diet didn't help.  Joey's mom took 
no responsibility for feeding him.  A school lunch was all he had.  Now, at the beginning of 
summer break, he didn't even have that.  The one bright spot in Joey's life was woodworking.  
He had taken a woodshop class during his freshman year and discovered not only a passion, but 
also a remarkable talent.  In the past year, he started apprenticing with a kindly carpenter in 
town, Mr. Franks, who ran a small business building high end furniture.  He happily took Joey on 
after school and on weekends.  Having one thing in his life that he was good at kept the young 
man sane.  It also kept him fed.  Mr. Franks would sell the small projects Joey completed and 
gave him the profits.  The money allowed him to buy food.  
      As this summer began, things got difficult again.  Mr. Franks and his wife went on a 
month-long vacation.  Joey's only source of money, food and distraction was gone.  His mother 
went out nightly to binge drink and do who knows what.  At least it was time without her 
around.  On this day, Joey heard his mom fighting with someone on the phone.  He tried to 
ignore the screaming, but the volume and ferociousness wouldn't allow it.  It took a moment, 
but Joey realized his mom was fighting with Wendy.  
      "What the hell do you mean you're back in town?" his mom slurred.  "Don't you think 
you're comin' back here to mooch off of me!"  She listened with drunk indignation for a minute.  
"Well good, cause I wouldn't have ya anyway."  After more listening and eye-rolling, Joey's 
mom mentioned him.  "He's fine I guess, how should I know.  Little shit don't do nothing except 
eat me out of house and home."  That had to mean Wendy asked about him.  Joey wished he 
could talk to her again.
      After Joey's mom ended the call, she went upstairs to dress for her nightly jaunt.  Joey 
ventured into the kitchen to see if there was any food.  All he found was half a bag of potato 
chips and diet soda.  Great.  It had been two days since Joey had eaten anything substantial.  He 
was starving and at his wits end.  He noticed his mom's phone still on the table.  Desperation 
fed him an idea.  He pulled up the recent call list from his mom's phone and copied down the 
last number.  It had to be Wendy.  Joey didn't know if Wendy would care about him, if she 
could help him or if she would even talk to him.  Joey hadn't spoken to Wendy since she left 
eight years ago.  The immature anger he carried as a child had faded into understanding.  He 
missed Wendy desperately and often wondered if he would ever see her again.  The idea that 
Wendy might be back and nearby filled Joey with hope.  With no other option, Joey decided he 
had to try to contact her.
      Joey went outside and sat on the porch steps.  He dialed the number and waited with 
anticipation.  A sweet, slightly husky voice answered.  "Hello?"  Joey instantly recognized 
Wendy's voice, even if it was a bit more mature than he remembered.  
      Joey hesitated, questioning if this was a good idea.  "Wendy?  It's?it's Joey."
      "Oh my God, Joey! " Wendy's voice was soothing.  Joey closed his eyes and let it wash 
over him.  "Sweetie, it's good to hear your voice.  How are you doing?"
      "I'm doing ok."  Joey lied as his voice choked.
      Wendy knew instantly something wasn't right.  "Joey, what's wrong?  Joey?"
      Joey gathered his courage and found his voice.  "Wendy, I'm so hungry.  I don't know 
what to do."
      "Isn't there food in the house?"  Wendy asked.
      "No, there never is.  I haven't eaten in two days.  School's closed, there's no lunch.  I?"  
Joey started to tear up.
      "Joey, listen to me.  Go upstairs and pack a bag.  Pack up everything that's important to 
you.  I'll be there in 20 minutes.  Joey struggled to understand what Wendy told him.  What did 
it mean?  "Joey, do you hear me?
      "Yeah.  Wendy, I?"
      "Just go pack Joey.  I'll be there soon."  The line went dead.
      An emotion welled up in Joey.  Was it hope?  He ran upstairs and collected the few 
clothes and belongings he cared about and jammed them into a bag.  He struggled to get the 
bag downstairs and went back out onto the porch.  As he sat down, wheezing at the effort of 
carrying his bag, a fancy Jeep rolled up in front of the house.  The woman who stepped out was 
staggeringly beautiful.  Joey's breath caught in his throat.  The statuesque goddess was Wendy. 
Balled up fists and a clenched jaw gave away her anger as she stomped up the walk to the 
house.  She was wearing a thin scoop neck t-shirt that fully displayed her deep cleavage.  Her 
breasts bounced seductively as she moved.  The sleeveless shirt also displayed Wendy's thick, 
powerful arms.  Joey watched as muscle flexed in her arms as they swung at her side.  Stretch 
pants highlighted Wendy's long powerful legs with thick quads and calves that snapped into 
hard definition with every step.  To any other man, the sight of Wendy would cause an instant 
erection.  Joey had no sexual feelings for his sister, only abiding love.  He hoped she still loved 
him too.  
      Joey stood at the foot of the steps, his breathing heavy with nerves as he looked up to 
the approaching Wendy.  She was so much bigger than he remembered.  He stared into her 
deep blue eyes, framed in golden hair cut into a bob.  Joey again wondered if this was a good 
idea.  Wendy was clearly angry.  Was she angry at him?  Wendy's look softened as she stepped 
up to Joey.  She ran a hand through his hair and smiled.  "Hi sweetie."  She said softly.  "Is she 
here?"  
      "Yeah.  She's upstairs.  Wendy, I.."
      "Shh.  Go put your bag in the Jeep.  I'll be right back."
      Joey watched as Wendy swooped past him and into the house.  He manhandled his 
heavy bag down to the Jeep.  He hadn't taken two steps before the screaming began.  
      "What're you doin' here?"
      "I'm taking Joey." 
      "Yeah?  Well good riddance to the little shit."
      "Unbelievable.  Do you have any shame mom?  Have you even looked at your son?  He's 
fucking emaciated!"
      "Fuck you!"
      "No, mom, FUCK YOU!"
      Joey hurried down to the jeep and hefted his bag into the back before settling into the 
passenger seat.  Wendy came striding out of the house with her jaw set and eyes on fire.  At the 
bottom of the porch steps, Wendy paused and looked back.  Joey's bike was there, leaning 
against the wall.  It was Wendy's bike originally, handed down to Joey when she left for college.  
It was a heavy steel framed thing, but it worked.  Joey always struggled with it, having to use 
two hands to get it up the steps to the porch.  Wendy went back and picked the bike up, curling 
it with one hand before continuing to the Jeep where she easily lifted the bike into the back.  
Joey was impressed at her strength, knowing how hard the bike was for him to handle.  Wendy 
said nothing as she got in and pulled away.  Joey sat quietly, afraid to talk.  He looked at Wendy 
out of the corner of his eye, keeping his head still and facing forward.  He really believed that 
this might have been a bad idea.  
      When the Jeep was out of sight of the house, Wendy pulled into a deserted parking lot 
and stopped.  She took a deep breath and got out of the driver's seat.  As Joey watched her 
walk around to his side of the car, he wondered if this was going to be the limit of her help; a 
five-minute drive before being dumped on the side of the road.  Wendy opened the passenger 
door as Joey unbuckled his seat belt, ready to accept the inevitable.  Joey turned in his seat, but 
before he could step down, Wendy wrapped her long fingers around his chest and plucked him 
from the car, setting him on his feet in front of her.  Joey looked up at his 6-foot-tall sister with 
trepidation.  A gentle smile slowly spread on her lips as she snaked her arms around Joey and 
pulled him into a hug.  Joey let out a sigh as he lay his head against her big, round shoulder. 
Wendy's arms tightened around his back and Joey felt his feet leave the ground.  Her large 
breasts pressed firmly into Joey's chest as their faces met.  Wendy palmed the back of Joey's 
head and kissed his cheeks tenderly. 
      "Joey, I've missed you so badly."  Wendy whispered to him.
      Relief washed over Joey.  He held his sister as tightly as he could, his body suspended 
over the rack of her chest.  Tears welled in his eyes.  The memory of his childhood cruelty to 
Wendy flooded his mind.  "Wendy, I'm sorry I was mean to you!"  he cried.  "I'm so sorry!  It 
broke me to think of you leaving!"
      "Shh."  Wendy said soothingly.  "Stop Joey.  I know you didn't mean it.  I'm so sorry I left 
you with that witch for so long.  I should have come back to get you sooner.  I was wrong to 
leave you there."  
      Wendy held Joey until he calmed down.  She set him back on his feet, but kept her arms 
loosely wrapped around him.  
      "How about we get you some food, huh?  Then we can talk."
      "Yes please!"  Joey answered.
      They crawled back into the jeep and drove on to the first restaurant they could find.  
The two walked hand in hand, the size difference almost making them look like mother and 
child.  
      They sat in a booth to give themselves a little privacy.  "You order anything you want, 
ok?"  Joey nodded in glee.  They placed their order then settled in, sizing each other up after 
eight years apart.  Joey caught Wendy up on school and the extra year he had left, his passion 
for woodworking and his apprenticeship with Mr. Franks, and about what life was like at home 
after she left.  
      "I knew I should have come for you."  Wendy shook her head in disappointment at 
herself.  "I was afraid I would make things worse by interfering."
      "Wendy, please don't beat yourself up."  Joey said earnestly.  When I needed you, you 
came.  Fast.  I couldn't ask for more than that."
      Wendy took Joey's hands in hers and held him tenderly.  "I love you.  This will certainly 
be easier now that you're 18 and a legal adult.  There's nothing Mom can do about you moving 
in with me."
      "So, I really get to stay with you?"  Joey's excitement at the idea was palpable. 
      "Of course you do.  For as long as you want.  I just bought a house and there's plenty of 
room."  She said brightly.  After a moment's hesitation, she added  "I have some news too.  I've 
got a fianc?.  I'm getting married!" 
      "Wow!"  Joey said.  "That is some big news."  He looked away thoughtfully, happy for his 
sister, but also a bit jealous that he would have to share her with another guy.  "Are you sure he 
won't mind me moving in?"
      Wendy sat back in the booth and took a thoughtful breath before answering.  "SHE is 
happy to have you live with us."  Wendy waited to see Joey's reaction.  
      He started to answer but cut himself off as his brain registered what Wendy had just 
said.  "She?"  
      "Yep."  Wendy said with a nod.  "I realized early in college that I was a lot happier with 
girls.  The relationships were just more comfortable and more fulfilling.  And I met a woman 
who became the love of my life.  I couldn't deny the facts, so I didn't fight it."  Wendy lowered 
her head and looked Joey in the eyes.  "Are you ok with that?"  
      "Of course."  Joey answered.  He felt relief on some level that he was still the only guy in 
her life.  "What's she like?"
      Wendy smiled warmly.  "Her name is Alyssa.  She's beautiful, smart, driven, intense.  
You're going to like her, I promise.  She's been after me for years to get you away from Mom."
      "So she knows about me?"
      "Honey, I talk about you all the time.  I think she's glad to get you under our roof, so I'll 
shut up about you."  
      Joey giggled, but turned serious.  "Wendy, did you mean it when you told mom I'm 
emaciated?"  Joey knew what the word meant, but never thought about himself that way.  He 
was fully aware that he was shorter and skinnier that just about any guy in school.  He often felt 
like a boy surrounded by men.  But to him, "emaciated" sounded like someone who was sick.
      Wendy's cheeks turned red, embarrassed that Joey had heard her.  "Joey, I?I?yeah."  
She finally admitted.  I do think you're way underweight and undersized.  If Mom hasn't been 
feeding you, then it shouldn't be a surprise.  But we can fix it, ok?  This is what Alyssa does for a 
living.  She can help you."
      "What do you mean?"  Joey asked.
      "She's a nutritionist and physical trainer.  She works in a medical practice that helps girls 
recover from eating disorders."
      "I don't have a disorder."  Joey said defensively.  "I just didn't get much to eat."
      "I didn't say you have a disorder.  And you didn't get much to eat for years.  That has to 
have had an impact on you.  Alyssa can help build you back up.  Both of us will.  And she wants 
to.  It'll be good.  I promise."
      Their food arrived, ending the awkward conversation.  The cheeseburger Joey ordered 
looked as big as him and he dug into it with glee.  Wendy was delighted that he had a strong 
appetite.  After his first couple of ravenous bites, Joey remembered his manners and ate more 
like a gentleman.  "Sorry if I eat like an animal."  
      "You're fine Baby."  Wendy's phone rang, and after checking who it was, answered with 
a big smile on her face.  "Hey Babe.  Yeah, I've got him.  We're getting a bite to eat, then I'll 
bring him home.  Ok.  See you in about an hour."  Wendy hung up and leaned back, draping one 
arm along the back the booth.  Joey's eyes followed her arm, noticing the very thick tube of 
meat that rose from the crook of her elbow and extended all the way to her shoulder.  
      "What's that Wendy?"  He said half-jokingly.  He knew his sister was strong, but her arm 
was just so thick.  
      "What's what?"  Wendy asked.  
      Joey pointed to her extended bicep muscle.  "That!"  
      Wendy looked at her relaxed arm, realizing what Joey was looking at.  "This?"  She asked 
proudly.  Wendy kept her arm straight and flexed her upper arm, making her unflexed bicep 
meat rise up even further.  
      "Jesus Wendy."  Joey said, "That's impressive."  
      "How's this?"  Wendy brought her arm down into the privacy of the booth and curled it 
into a bicep the size of an orange.  Joey was astounded.  
       "I wish I had muscles like that."  Joey said wistfully.  
      "We can work on that, sweetie.  You've got two good teachers who are going to take 
care of you from now on."
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      Wendy and Joey talked non-stop on the way home, still filling in the blanks from eight 
missing years.  As they drove, Joey recognized that, while they weren't far away from their 
Mom's house, this was a much nicer neighborhood.  Wendy pulled into the driveway of a 
gorgeous single-story ranch style house with a massive four car garage perpendicular to the 
main house.  
      "Wendy, this is NICE.  I've never seen a garage that big before."
      "Yeah, we don't have four cars, but it's perfect for other uses.  You'll see.  Come on."  
Wendy hopped out of the Jeep and retrieved both Joey's bag and his bike from the back.  Joey 
followed her up to the door, where she left the bike and took him inside.  "We're still deciding 
on furniture, so it's a little empty in here, but we have the basics."  Wendy gave him a tour and 
led him to the room that would be his.  It was twice the size of his old room and had its own 
bathroom.  Wendy took him back to the kitchen, and then out to the garage.  One of the big 
bays had been converted into a well-equipped gym. 
      "This is like a castle."  Joey said in amazement.  
      "Well, not quite," Wendy smiled, "but we're happy here."
      The pair got some drinks, sat on the porch and waited for Alyssa to come home.  It 
wasn't long before an Audi SUV rolled into the driveway.  
      
      By nature, Joey was an outgoing person.  Years of ribbing about his small stature, being 
held back in high school and negative attention from his mother had forced him to be 
emotionally guarded as a means of self protection.  Nevertheless, he could hold his own in 
social situations, and even turn on the charm when he needed to.  He was mentally preparing 
himself to turn on the charm with his future sister-in-law.  Alyssa was an important person to 
Wendy, so he wanted to make a good first impression.  That definitely meant he would keep his 
sarcastic sense of humor under wraps until he could feel her personality out.  No sense in 
offending her right off the bat.  
      Any thought of being funny with Alyssa was chucked right out the window when he saw 
her.  The best word Joey could find to describe the woman getting out of the car was 
formidable.  She was pretty in a girl next door sort of way.  Dark brown shoulder length curls 
surrounded a wide face with almost almond shaped light brown eyes.  Her full lips and long 
eyebrows were knitted into a serious expression.  Joey wondered if she was annoyed or worse, 
angry.  Wendy assured him that Alyssa didn't mind him being here, but that was certainly not 
the vibe from her comportment.  Once Alyssa came around the car and into full view, the other 
word Joey found to describe her was "Tank".  Wendy was the biggest, most muscular woman 
he had ever seen, but no longer.  Alyssa was shorter than Wendy, but what she lacked in height 
she more than made up for in mass.  Alyssa was thick with muscle.  Joey never understood the 
phrase "built like a brick shithouse" until right this second.  Alyssa's 5'9 frame carried 210 
pounds of muscle.  Her arms, visible in a cap sleeve blouse, were highly defined, deeply ridged 
and vascular.  And those arms!  There were muscles he couldn't even identify, and she wasn't 
flexing anything.  Alyssa's V shaped torso would have been exaggerated if it weren't balanced 
with thickly laced quads and equally bulging calves.  Everything about Alyssa's shape was 
superhuman and yet perfect symmetrical.  Her physique conveyed a message of pure power.  
Combined with her expression, it was a message that deeply disturbed Joey.  If she didn't like 
him, he thought, he wouldn't be long for this new life.  
      Alyssa was both excited and apprehensive about meeting Wendy's brother.  Family was 
important to Alyssa, and when she had proposed to Wendy, she knew full well that she would 
be inheriting Wendy's, for better or for worse.  Wendy had talked about her baby brother for 
years; she was almost obsessed with him but was afraid to do anything that might make his life 
worse.  Alyssa had tried to convince Wendy that he would be better off with them, to no avail.  
Until today.  The call from Wendy describing Joey's plea for help had finally settled the case.  
Joey would become their charge.  The thought "Be careful what you wish for" passed through 
Alyssa's mind on the way home.  They would be fine.  She and Wendy were strong, 
independent women and could handle anything.  Alyssa saw Wendy on the porch as she drove 
up, along with a small guy.  She had to remind herself that Joey was not a child.  She parked the 
car, collected her things and got out.  She tried not to stare, but was watching the Joey carefully 
in her peripheral vision.  Alyssa's clinical mind kicked in immediately.  Even though Joey was an 
18 year old man,  his small, thin frame almost made him look many years younger.  The sight of 
Joey shocked her.  Thank God he called for help, because Joey Watson clearly needed it.  As she 
walked up to the house, Alyssa forced herself to stop evaluating Joey and be gracious.  She 
forced a smile onto her lips and walked up to the pair.
      When Joey saw Alyssa smile, he breathed a sigh of relief.  She looked less like an angry 
Valkyrie bent on his destruction and more like the loving fianc? that Wendy described.  He 
mustered his courage and stepped up to the muscular vision approaching him.  He broadened 
his grin and stuck his hand out to her.  He was going to be pre-emptively cheerful and get on 
the right side of this massive woman.  "Hi ma'am, I'm Joey."  Alyssa was brought up short by the 
greeting.  Ma'am?  She dropped her bag and smirked at Joey as she took his small hand 
carefully in hers.
      "Nice to meet you Joey.  I'm Alyssa."  She raised an eyebrow at him.  "But you don't 
need to ?ma'am' me.  I'm about to be your sister-in-law."  Alyssa let go of his hand and took his 
chin between her thumb and finger and angled his head up to her.  She leaned down and kissed 
him on the cheek before embracing him with her muscle packed arms.  The feeling of being 
surrounded by hard flesh was revelatory for Joey.  Wendy had muscles and was wicked strong, 
but she also had her soft parts.  There was nothing soft about Alyssa; her hug was like being 
encased in silk covered rock.  It was a strange contradiction.  Joey felt comfort and love, 
although in a completely different way from Wendy.  Alyssa broke the hug, but kept Joey 
wrapped in one arm while she kissed Wendy.
      The trio went into the house and settled in for the night.  While Wendy prepared dinner, 
Joey related the events of the day to Alyssa and the history behind them.  He started by just 
sharing the basics, but Alyssa and Wendy's questions prompted Joey to delve deep into the 
details of his life.  By the time they were finished eating, the story was fully told.  It was like a 
weight had been lifted from his chest.  Joey felt a glowing sense of relief, but he was mentally 
and physically exhausted.  "Wendy, I can't keep my eyes open.  I know its early, but I think I 
need to go to bed."
      "You do whatever you need to do Honey."  She answered, affectionately ruffling his 
hair.   
      Joey kissed Wendy and Alyssa good night.  "Love you."  He said.  He was in bed and fast 
asleep in 20 minutes.  
      Wendy and Alyssa sat down with a glass of wine after cleaning up the kitchen.  Wendy 
stared down into her glass, her voice pensive.  "So, what do you think?"  
      Alyssa gathered her thoughts for a moment.  "Well, on the bright side, he's adorable."  
Alyssa tried to lighten her mood just a little.  It worked; Wendy grinned.  "But I think we both 
know something isn't right with him.  He's way undersized for his age, and way underweight for 
his size."  Wendy's chin began to quiver.  "Hey," Alyssa said firmly, "We'll get through this."  
Alyssa assembled a plan in her head.  "First thing we need to do is get him checked out by a 
doctor.  The office is really slow tomorrow and I'm off.  Let me call and see if we can get him in.  
Once we know what he's dealing with, we can figure out how to help him.  OK?"
      "I love you more than anything."  Wendy choked out her words as she put down the 
wine and snuggled into Alyssa's waiting arms.  
      "I love you too."  Alyssa said with a kiss on Wendy's soft blonde locks.  "The thing is, 
Joey's an adult.  We can't make him go to the doctor.  He's got to agree to this.  Do you think he 
will?"
      Wendy sat up and answered with absolute conviction.  "He'll go.  He'll do what I ask him 
to."  
      "I believe you.  That boy clearly worships you."  Alyssa said with a conspiratorial grin.  
"Good thing you have his best interests at heart.  You could take serious advantage of him."
      "Oh stop!  I would never do that to him."  Wendy giggled as she slapped at Alyssa's 
shoulder.  "I'd take advantage of you, maybe."  
      "Mmm.  You could try little girl."  Alyssa mumbled as she leaned in and kissed Wendy's 
full lips.  Wendy hummed dreamily and leaned into her muscular lover.  
      "I don't know how I'm going to thank you for all of this, Lys."
      "I can think of a way."  Alyssa said seductively.
      "Oh yeah?  Care to share?"  Wendy bent her head down and kissed Alyssa's neck.
      "You could let me play with those fabulous titties of yours?"  
      Wendy sat back up and looked at Alyssa flirtatiously.  She pulled off her shirt slowly and 
let Alyssa gaze at her fit and defined torso.  Her 50DD breasts were encased in a lacy bra that 
enhanced her deep cleavage.  Wendy alluringly slipped a hand into one bra cup and pulled out 
a large, heavy breast capped with a wide rosy areole and twisted the thick nub of her nipple.  
Alyssa gasped, as she always did when Wendy teased her with her extraordinary body.  "You 
mean, this?"  Wendy slipped her other breast out of its cup and lifted it to her mouth.  She 
stared suggestively into Alyssa's eyes as her tongue tickled the nipple, causing it to harden and 
grow.  "Or this?"
      "Now you've done it."  Alyssa said firmly as she stood and grabbed Wendy's hands.  
Alyssa roughly pulled the squealing 6-foot amazon to her feet and easily lifted her 170 pounds 
over a broad shoulder.  Alyssa massaged Wendy's vagina through her pants as she carried her 
to bed for a long night of erotic love, achieving a level of passion only muscular women are 
strong enough to endure.
      
?
      Wendy woke up and rolled over to see Alyssa already awake and sitting up in bed.  It felt 
way too early to get up; their lovemaking had extended into the wee hours of the morning.  
Wendy's hand lazily grazed the ridges and crevices that covered Alyssa's torso like a 
topographical map.  
      "We should probably get started."  Wendy said.  
      "Yep."  Alyssa said.  "I'll go start the coffee and make some calls, you go work your mind 
control magic on our little man."
      Wendy giggled and rolled out of bed.  She ran her fingers through her hair as she 
padded down to Joey's room.
      Joey was fighting the urge to wake up.  Unfortunately, the sunlight glaring in through his 
unshaded window was making the decision for him.  He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, then 
jumped up in bed with a start.  The room was unfamiliar.  The memories of the previous day 
came dribbling back into his consciousness.  God, yesterday seemed like so long ago.  He laid his 
head back on the pillow, then heard a knock on his door.
      "You awake in there?"  he heard Wendy say.
      "Getting there."  Joey answered sleepily.
      Wendy slowly opened the door stuck her angelic face into the room.  "Good morning 
bright eyes!"  she said cheerily.  
      "Hey sis."  Joey yawned, glad to see her.  Wendy's face brought all of yesterday's events 
flooding back.  
      Wendy walked into Joey's room and sat on the edge of his bed.  Joey had to laugh 
inside.  Wendy had always been proud of her body, and was never shy about showing it.  This 
morning was no exception.  Some things never change, Joey thought to himself.  Wendy was 
still in her night clothes, a pair of skimpy boy shorts and a cropped camisole that left little to the 
imagination.  Her breasts were almost falling out of the flimsy top, every detail of her nipples 
highlighted in the taut fabric.  Wendy's exposed core flexed as her firm jutting butt pushed Joey 
aside in the bed.  She brought her long, powerful legs up as she sat back against the head board 
next to her baby brother.  Joey snuggled his head against her hip for a moment, enjoying the 
feeling of her body, before he sat up next to her.  He rested his groggy head on her shoulder, 
humming sounds of contentment.  Wendy wrapped her arm around Joey.
      "I have something serious I want to talk to you about, babe."  She said softly.
      Joey raised his head curiously.  "Sure."
      "Alyssa and I were talking last night, and we think it would be a good idea if we took you 
for a physical.  You'd be ok with that, right?"
      "Ugh, doctors."   Joey moaned.  "I hate doctors."
      "When was the last time you saw one?"  Wendy challenged him.
      "I?I don't remember." Joey admitted reluctantly.  "OK, I hate the IDEA of doctors."
      Wendy said nothing.  She just stared down at Joey smugly, waiting for him to arrive at 
the right answer on his own.  Joey turned the issue over in his mind, trying to think of a way out 
of it before finally surrendering.  
      "Fine.  You're probably right.  I'll go."
      Wendy hugged him tightly and Joey almost purred.  He would do anything for Wendy's 
hugs, not that she was stingy with them in the first place.  
      "Should I leave?"  Alyssa teased as she walked in with a tray of coffee cups.  
      "Please no!"  Joey chirpred.  "Room service?  This place is awesome!"
      "Don't get used to it."  Alyssa said.  "So??"
      "He's good with seeing a doctor."  Wendy confirmed.  
      Alyssa looked to Joey, waiting for his affirmation.
      "I'll do it."  He said with only a hint of dejection.
      "Good!"  Alyssa said. "We have an appointment in two hours."
      Joey looked at Wendy in feigned shock.  "You set me up!"  he said.
      Wendy leaned down and kissed the top of his head.  "Nothing changes, does it?"
      "Let the boy shower."  Alyssa said to Wendy.  "You've got to get to work.  Joey, I'll take 
you today, ok?"
      Joey wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea, but he wasn't prepared to challenge 
Alyssa.  He almost said yes ma'am, but thought better of it.  "Sure."  
      The girls left Joey to get ready.  When they were back in their room, Alyssa looked 
Wendy up and down.  
      "What?"  Wendy asked.
      "Do you think Joey might be, I don't know, not straight?"
      "What?  No!"  Wendy answered incredulously.  "Of course he's straight.  What makes 
you think he isn't?"
      "Have you looked at yourself in the mirror, Wendy?  How is it you were wrapped all 
around him with practically no clothes on and he wasn't sporting a boner?"
      Wendy just shook her head no.  "He's seen me naked before, it's no big deal."
      "Honey, that was a decade ago.  You two were children.  He's a man now, and you're a 
goddess.  Hell, I get a lady boner when I see you like this."  Alyssa smiled and began to caress 
her vagina.
      "Hmpf."  Wendy snorted.  "He's not gay.  I promise.  He just doesn't see me that way."  
She sidled up to Alyssa with a grin and forced her own hand into Alyssa's crotch, rubbing the 
thick and hardening wad of clit that was tenting her panties.  "Hmm, you are getting hard.  Too 
bad you have to get ready."  Wendy grinned evilly and spun around, leaving Alyssa unfulfilled.
      "You're just mean."  Alyssa said mopily as she got in the shower.
?
      Joey thought the drive to the doctor would be a good opportunity to learn more about 
the woman his sister fell for.  He looked at Alyssa, taken with the attractiveness of her strong 
features.  He began to realize that she really was quite beautiful, once you got past her 
intensity.
      Alyssa?"
      "Hmm?" she answered with a smile and raised eyebrows.
      "I told you all about myself yesterday, but I don't really know anything about you."
      "Well," Alyssa thought about her answer.  "I'm 27, same age as Wendy.  I'm a dietician 
and personal trainer.  I work with girls recovering from eating disorders.  I help them fix their 
relationships with food and their bodies.  It's something I'm very passionate about.  You can 
obviously tell I weight train."  Alyssa flexed her right arm, and Joey had to suppress a gasp at 
the massive bulges that erupted from her arm.  Her bicep and triceps were the biggest muscles 
he'd ever seen, way bigger than anything on his body, or Wendy's for that matter.  "I compete 
once or twice a year, just for fun.  Mostly I just like to build strength.  Let's see, what else?  I 
have a sister, Amber; she's 21, and just finishing her junior year in college.  She's the fun, 
outgoing one.  I'm the serious one."  Alyssa laughed lightly at the thought.  She looked over at 
Joey, who was watching her carefully.  "Can I ask you a question?"
      "Sure."  Joey answered.
      "Did I intimidate you yesterday?"
      "No, of course not."  Joey lied.  "Why?"
      Alyssa grinned skeptically.  "Because it was written all over your face.  Do my muscles 
bother you?"
      Joey looked again at Alyssa's arm, now unflexed but no less massive.  It had to be bigger 
than his thigh he thought.  "Your muscles don't bother me at all."  This was the truth.  "Wendy's 
always had muscles.  I think they're part of what makes her so pretty.  I thought for a long time 
that muscles on a girl were normal, until I realized no one else had them besides Wendy.  Until I 
met you.  Yours are so much bigger than Wendy's.  I think they're really cool."
      "Thank you, Joey."  Alyssa normally didn't care at all what other people thought of her 
physique.  Nevertheless, she was unusually pleased that Joey liked her extreme build.  "So, the 
question still stands.  If my muscles didn't bother you yesterday, why were you intimidated?"
      Joey wondered how he was going to answer Alyssa's question delicately, then decided 
not to.  Time to start letting the Joey flag fly.  "The look on your face." 
      Joey's blunt answer surprised Alyssa.  "My face?"
      "Yeah.  You looked really serious."
      "I see."  Alyssa nodded.  "I've been told I have a serious face."  
      "It was kind of angry actually.  Like, ?I'm gonna rip your arms off' angry.  And with 
muscles like yours, you could have done it.  So, yeah, I was a little intimidated."
      Alyssa didn't quite know how to take that.
      Joey gave her a side eye to see if she was mad.  "But then you smiled, and you didn't 
seem so bad.  Kind of like a super-buff version of Wendy."
      Alyssa knew what that comparison meant to Joey.  "Thanks Joey."
      
      The visit to Alyssa's workplace confirmed Joey's fear of doctors.  They questioned, poked 
and prodded him several hours.  Being a legal adult, the physician taking care of Joey brought 
him into her office at the end of the exam alone.  Joey wouldn't have it.  He asked Alyssa to sit 
with him for the results, to have a second set of ears he explained.  Alyssa was touched.  On the 
way out, the doctor pulled Joey aside for one last private question.
      "There are some?odd scars on your back and arms.  How did you get those."
      "I'm just clumsy."  He answered quickly.  "Nothing to worry about."  With that, Joey 
grabbed Alyssa's hand.  He couldn't get out of there quickly enough.
      
      Joey was somber on the ride home.
      "You did really well, Joey.  I'm proud of you."  Alyssa said, trying to get him to open up.  
"I swear I've never seen them take that much blood out of someone before."
      Joey could laugh about it now, but he almost fainted when he got up after his blood was 
drawn.  "Thank goodness you knew where they hid the extra cookies and orange juice.  I 
needed it all!" he said, shaking his head at the foggy memory.
      "What do you think about what the doctor said?"
      Joey was reflective for a few moments.  "Hearing that I'm ?suffering' from severe 
malnutrition really freaked me out.  It makes me sound sick.  I've been a skinny kid for as long 
as I remember.  And the idea that the malnutrition might be why I'm bad at school?  I learned 
to just deal with being small and feeling dumb.  But now I'm hearing that it didn't have to be 
this way?  It's like part of my life was, I don't know, stolen from me."
      Alyssa was not generally a sentimental woman, but Joey's emotionally introspection 
shook her heart.  "I'm really sorry Joey."  
      "It's ok.  I'm not sick and I don't want a pity party.  The good thing is that the 
malnutrition part can be fixed, right?"
      "We can do a lot, sweetheart.  One step at a time."
      Joey smiled.  He was tired of feeling weak and sad.  He wanted to laugh.  "Yes ma'am."  
He said in a puckish tone.
      "What's with the ma'am thing again!"
      Joey put on his most innocent face.  "I'm just showing respect to my elders."
      "Elders!"  Alyssa shrieked.  "I'm not even 30 yet!"
      "I don't know, 27 is getting up there.  You and Wendy probably need to think about a 
down payment on wheelchairs soon."
      "Why you little twerp!"  Alyssa glowered playfully.  Her right arm lashed out like a bolt 
of lightning, causing Joey to jump.  Steely fingers dug into Joey's ribs, tickling him mercilessly.  
He grabbed onto Alyssa's forearm, two of his hands barely spanning the twitching collection of 
muscles.  Her arm was like an iron bar, hard and immovable.  Joey laughed helplessly for the 
seconds that she mauled him.  Finally she let up, resting her hand on his shoulder while he 
struggled to recover his composure.  She looked at him with a pursed lip smile.  When he could 
breathe again, Joey raised a hand to his shoulder and covered Alyssa's hand.  
      "Thanks for today."  He said.  "I really appreciate it."  
      Alyssa's look softened.  She ran a finger over Joey's cheek.  "My pleasure, little brother."

      
      
      
      When Alyssa pulled into the driveway, they saw Wendy standing on the porch hands on 
her hips and foot tapping.  She was clearly worked up.
      "Uh oh."  Joey said.  Do you think that's for you or me?"
      "Eeech.  Probably both of us."  Alyssa said warily.  "Prepare to raise shields."
      "Aye Captain.  Defense systems activated."
      Joey laughed at their joke.  As they hopped out of the car, he yelled "Hey Sis!"
      "Really, you two?" Wendy was quite upset.  "You've been gone all day and neither one 
of you could have called me?  Do you have any idea how anxious I've been?"
      "I'm sorry, Wen."  Alyssa apologized.  "There wasn't really any news until the end."
      "It's all good Wendy."  Joey interjected, trying to be upbeat.  "Except when I almost 
fainted!"  He regretted his comment immediately when Wendy's eyes got big and red.
      Alyssa stepped in to smooth things over.  "All things considered, he's fine Babe.  The 
doctor pretty much confirmed what we suspected.  Joey's malnourished.  It's affected his 
growth, but with diet and exercise, we can get him into fighting trim.  I've already got a plan in 
my head for him."
      "It's gonna be good Sis!"  When they were younger, Joey had a way of placating Wendy 
when she was upset with him.  It was time to pull out the old playbook.  He leaned against her 
and stood on his tiptoes, stretching his arms up and around her neck.  She had to crane her 
neck down to look at him, and he batted his eyes back at her.  "I love you."  He sang.
      "You're such a dork."  Wendy said, trying not to fall for Joey's antics, and failing 
miserably.
      "But I'm your dork.  I love you more than anyone."  Joey whispered.
      Wendy wrapped her hands around his ribcage and lifted him up for a smooch on his lips.  
"I love you too."  Wendy admitted wryly.  
      "Except when Alyssa's around."  Joey teased.  "Then it might be a competition."  
      Wendy dismissed the challenge.  "Whatever. Mr. Empty Threat.  I'm not afraid of you or 
your competition."
      "Come on you two."  Alyssa intervened.  "Let's go have some supper and talk about 
what we do from here."
      
      There were a lot of changes for Joey over the next month and he keenly felt each and 
every improvement in his quality of life.  Alyssa was a firm believer in setting achievable goals 
and maintaining consistency, so she kept Joey on a very regimented diet and exercise schedule.  
The diet part was easy.  There was only healthy food in the house to begin with, but more 
importantly, Joey had enough food to eat for the first time in his memory.  The only thing he 
liked more than eating was learning how to prepare his own food.  Both Alyssa and Wendy 
were good cooks and appreciated Joey's willingness to learn.  Joey was eager about exercise 
too; a little too eager.  He was adamant about wanting to use weights like Wendy and Alyssa, 
but Alyssa thought it was too much too soon.  
      "You need time for your system to strengthen.  We need to build up your endurance 
before you graduate to weights.  Let's start with simple things like bike rides and walks."  She 
told him.
      Joey thought Alyssa was babying him, until the first bike ride.  Alyssa and Wendy set a 
leisurely pace for him, but by the end of the ride he was huffing and puffing harder than he'd 
ever done.  He didn't handle their long walks much better.  But over the course of the month he 
found he could make it further and further without getting winded.  Joey had more energy than 
he knew what to do with and he loved the feeling of pushing himself.
      Joey also got back to his woodworking.  Mr. Franks returned from vacation ready to 
work.  When he called Joey to say he was home, Joey was at the shop the same day.  He wasn't 
in the door for five minutes before he started telling Mr. Franks about his news.  Mr. Franks, 
dressed in his usual denim coveralls, listened patiently expecting to hear about typical teenage 
boy summer antics.  He quickly realized that Joey was describing a slow-motion life tragedy.  He 
sat down with Joey and let him tell his story in detail.  
      "I don't rightly know what to say Joey.  I'm terribly sorry you had to go through all that.  I 
wish you'da told me."
      "I know now I should have."  Joey reasoned.  "I didn't really understand that I needed 
help until the day I had no choice."
      "It's a hard life lesson for a man to know when to ask for help."  Mr. Franks told Joey.  
"It's a lesson a lot of men never learn.  I'm awfully grateful for your sister taking you in the way 
she has.  She sounds like your guardian angel."
      "She is.  There's something I'd like to do for her and her partner as a thank you."
      "Oh, what's that?"
      "Do you remember the river table you made last year?"
      "I recall that was a big, challenging project."  Mr. Franks laughed as he remembered the 
large conference table he was commissioned to make; a table that sold for almost $40,000.
      Joey looked at Mr. Franks hopefully.  "Well, I'd like to do something like it, but a lot 
smaller, like a coffee table.  I'll pay off the cost of the materials and make it in my spare time.  If 
you'd be ok with that."
      Mr. Franks pondered Joey's request for a moment.  His wizened face began to nod no.  
"That wouldn't be ok with me young man.  How about this, I'll provide the materials.  We'll call 
this your apprenticeship exam.  I'll advise you, but you'll do the work.  I think it's the least I can 
do to help repay the nice lady who took in the best young woodworker I've ever taught."
      "I don't know what to say, except thank you."  Joey said softly.
        "Good, then that's settled."  Mr. Franks declared, quickly standing and walking to the 
back of the shop.  "Let's go out to the pile and see if there's some wood that speaks to you."
      Joey was in heaven.
      
      One day Joey decided he should get started on his school's summer reading list.  It was 
an annual summer chore he hated.  He just couldn't get through more than a couple of pages of 
a book without losing focus and falling asleep.  He scanned the book list and picked out a book 
the girls had in the house, The Hobbit.  "It was a great movie," he thought, "let's see if I can 
plow through it."  He settled in his room with the book, and when he looked up a few hours 
later, he had read over a third of it.  Joey was stunned.  Not only had he read without losing 
focus, he actually remembered everything.  Joey was beside himself with glee.  He was also stiff 
as a board from sitting for so long.  
      Joey got up and wandered through the house.  He thought he had heard one the girls 
come home, but no one was around.  He looked out front and saw Alyssa's car in the driveway 
just before he heard noises coming from the garage.  Joey opened the garage door just off the 
kitchen and walked in to see who was there.  He was one foot in the garage when he saw the 
most shocking thing in his young life.  Alyssa was working out.  She was dressed in a pair of 
knee length spandex pants and a sports bra, her curly hair piled on top of her head in a messy 
bun.  She was drenched in sweat, every shredded muscle and vein glistening like she was a 
giant rare gemstone.  Her muscles were pumped bigger than Joey had ever seen them.  Alyssa 
was laser focused on her mission to build a stronger body, and didn't hear Joey come in.  Joey 
thought about slinking back out, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the brutal image 
before him.  Instead, he leaned back against the wall and slid down until he was seated on the 
floor, knees in his chest.  He wrapped his arms around his knees and fought to control his 
body's reactions; Joey felt a knot growing in the pit of his stomach, the first pangs of muscle 
desire.  Alyssa was moving ungodly amounts of weight, grunting with every rep.  Her beautiful 
face was twisted with exertion.  After her long set of bicep curls, she put the 40 pound 
dumbbells down when she saw Joey behind her in the mirror.  He was wide eyed.
      "What're you doing?"   Alyssa asked him as she wiped the perspiration off her face.
      "I?I'm sorry.  I came to see what the noise was and?You're so big!"
      Alyssa snorted at him.  She flexed her right bicep, the great mound pushing to 19 inches 
of unbridled power.  "Do you want to feel it?"
      Joey slowly rose.  He walked slowly to the flexing goddess and reached a hand out 
gingerly, as if the bursting muscle were red hot and would burn him alive.  He placed his fingers 
on the head of the highly peaked bicep and rubbed it.  The thin wet skin moved like rice paper.  
Joey could feel each of the hard fibers that made up the muscle.  He palmed the top her bicep, 
his small hand insignificant on the majestic mass.  "It's so amazing."  Joey said breathlessly.  
Alyssa twisted her hand, making the bicep twitch and change shape under Joey's hand.  It 
morphed from dense and pliable to completely solid.
      "How do you make your muscles do that?"  Joey asked dumbfounded.
      "I can show you.  We should get some before pictures of you anyway.  Grab my phone 
over there."
      
       Wendy got home from work a little early.  She knew Alyssa would be home and in the 
gym at this hour.  Alyssa jealously guarded her workout time, so Wendy would leave her be and 
check on Joey before starting dinner.  Joey, however, was nowhere to be found.  As she made 
her way to the kitchen, she heard laughter.  The door to the garage was open and she stuck her 
head in as another peal of howls echoed through the room.  Wendy had to cover her mouth to 
hold in her own laugh.  Alyssa had clearly been working out, and it was just as clear that Joey 
had intruded on her.  But instead of being cranky, as Alyssa often was when her focus was 
interrupted, she was playing with Joey.  Alyssa was demonstrating formal bodybuilding poses, 
her sweaty muscles shimmering.  The funny sight was Joey, shirtless and in shorts, mimicking 
her poses.  Wendy didn't want to laugh at Joey, but the contrast with Alyssa was just too absurd 
to help it.  He was trying so hard that little veins were popping out of his forehead.  Alyssa 
would help him figure out how to activate a muscle in contraction, then step back and take a 
photo of him.  Both Joey and Alyssa were belly laughing.  Finally, Alyssa stood directly behind 
Joey and they both flexed a double bicep pose.  Wendy couldn't hold it in any longer and 
doubled over in laughter.  Alyssa and Joey realized they were caught.  Alyssa broke the pose 
and hugged Joey from behind, burying her face in his neck, lost in embarrassed hysterics.
      "No, no, no."  Wendy said as she grabbed Alyssa's phone.  "Go back to that pose.  It was 
priceless."
      Alyssa resumed her double bicep behind Joey.  He squeezed his flex with everything he 
had, and not a lump of muscle appeared anywhere.  Wendy took their picture and kept clicking 
as Alyssa picked up Joey and curled him into a wet hug.  This was a dream come true for 
Wendy; her family was coming together in way she couldn't have imagined or even hoped.
      
      One tradition Wendy and Alyssa were resolute about was their family dinner.  Every 
night they ate together and shared news of the day.  Wendy made a delicious supper of chicken 
and rice while Alyssa and Joey cleaned up from their gym horseplay.  Alyssa was excited for 
dinner, because she had big news to share.
      "I talked to Amber today."  She said 
      "Oh my gosh!"  Wendy exclaimed.  "How's my girl doing!"  Wendy and Amber hit it off 
from the moment they met and were very close.  Alyssa often teased that Amber liked Wendy 
better than her.
      "She's been ditzy again, and this time she's outdone herself."  
      "Oh god, what'd she do?"  Wendy asked as Joey just listened.
      "She graduated."  Alyssa said simply.
      "Wait."  Wendy said confused.  "She just finished her junior year.  She's supposed to 
have one more year to go."
      "That's what we all thought, including her."  Alyssa said with a shaking head.  "When she 
went to her counselor to plan senior year, he told her she had fulfilled all of her requirements 
and credits.  She totally forgot that all her AP classes in high school gave her college credit.  
She's done."
      "Holy shit."  Wendy said.  "She finished both majors"
      "Yep."  Alyssa answered.  "Organic chem and nutritional science."
      Wendy was amazed.  "Jeez that girl is brilliant."  
      "Seriously though, she'd the dumbest smart person I've ever met."  Alyssa laughed.  
"Anyway, now she's got to figure out what to do next.  She isn't ready to commit to her 
master's program yet.  She wants to take a few months off and recalibrate."
      "Is she coming to visit?"  Wendy asked hopefully.
      "She wants to.  You good with it?"  Alyssa asked, already knowing the answer.
      Wendy screeched with excitement.  "Joey, you're going to love her.  She's a total nerd 
and super sweet.  She'll give you a run for your money on Star Wars and Star Trek trivia."
      "You ok with a houseguest for a month or two Joey?" Alyssa asked.  "You're part of the 
family too."
      "Of course!"  Joey said.  If Amber was half as cool as Alyssa, it would be alright.  
      After dinner and bike ride, Joey went to read, leaving Wendy and Alyssa to themselves.
      "I'm really excited about Amber coming."  Alyssa observed.  
      "Me too!"  Wendy said, then thought about Alyssa's words.  "What are you thinking?"
      "I think Amber and Joey will really get along."
      "Of course they will."  Wendy said.  "Wait, do you mean REALLY get along?"
      "Maybe."  Alyssa said with a sly grin.
      "No?"  Wendy said, "Really?"
      "We'll know soon."  Alyssa said.  "She'll be here tomorrow."

      
      Joey was so full of anticipation that he could hardly eat his breakfast.  Amber was due to 
arrive shortly, and his big surprise for the day soon thereafter.  He was practically shaking with 
excitement.  
      "Did you have two cups of coffee or something?"  Wendy teased.  "I've never seen you 
like this."
      "NoI'mfine."  Joey spat out so quickly it sounded like one word.  
      Both girls laughed at him as they heard a car pull into the driveway.
      "Sounds like she's here."  Alyssa said.
      Wendy jumped up and ran out the door leaving her dirty dishes at the table.  Joey 
picked up his dishes and hers and went to the sink to rinse them.  
      "Thanks Doll."  Alyssa said as she cleared the rest of the table and followed Wendy out 
the door.  From the kitchen window Joey watched Wendy speed walk down to the driveway.  A 
giant figure emerged from the car and Joey almost dropped the plate he was holding.  He had 
to lean against the sink just to hold himself upright as his already excited stomach knotted like 
he'd never felt before.  She was tall, wide?massive.  Any thought that she might have been fat 
was dispelled by the tight long sleeve shirt she wore.  Even from this distance, she had a 
dramatically exaggerated V shape to her upper body, and her fabric covered limbs sported a 
collection of angular masses that could only have been gargantuan muscles.  Wendy stopped at 
the edge of the driveway stamping her feet in joy and screeching like a schoolgirl.  Amber came 
running around the car squealing just as loudly.  She grabbed Wendy in a bearhug and spun her 
around like a toy.  
      "My God."  Joey thought.  
      Amber was easily half a head taller than the 6-foot-tall Wendy and more than twice as 
thick!  Joey's muscular and shapely sister looked scrawny in comparison to this beast of a girl.  
This was not the nerdy 21-year-old girl he expected.  Alyssa was laughing at the pair as she 
ambled up on their hijinks.  Amber put Wendy down and turned to her older sister.  They 
smiled at each other and embraced in a loving hug with Amber bending down, so her head was 
level with Alyssa's.  The affection and respect between the two sisters was evident.  But then 
the embrace ended.  The two women backed up a step from each other and both crunched 
down into a pair of frightening crab flexes, growling fiercely at each other.  Joey was reminded 
of two angry bears fighting for dominance.  They relaxed their flexes as they giggled and hugged 
each other again.  Wendy turned around and realized Joey wasn't there.  
      "Joey, where are you!"
      Wendy's call broke Joey from his trance.  He gulped in air, realizing that he had been 
holding his breath the entire time.  After readjusting himself in his pants, he walked outside 
with forced calm.  Wendy reached out and grabbed Joey by the shoulders possessively and 
presented him to Amber.  Amber's demeanor morphed again as she demurely clasped her 
hands in front of her and cocked her head to the side like a shy young girl.  Joey was entranced 
with the large woman.  Amber's 6'4 frame held an amazing 280 pounds of tanned muscle.  Her 
beautiful face was highlighted by thick sensuous lips and light grey eyes that were easy to get 
lost in.  The powerful package was topped with red dyed hair, curly like her sisters.  Joey's 
friendly nature and manners had to kick in on their own, because his brain had stopped 
working. 
      "Hi Amber, I'm Joey."  He said with a befuddled grin.
      Amber spoke softly as she gently took Joey's hand, which disappeared in her paw.  "Hey 
there Joey.  I've heard so much about you.  It's great to finally get to meet you."  
      "Well that can't be good for me."  Joey joked.  Amber giggled at him and rested her 
hand on his back, almost spanning both his shoulder blades, as they all walked into the house.  
Everyone settled in the kitchen with some drinks while they caught up.  
      "Amber, I hear you're a Star Trek fan."  Joey said hopefully.
      "Star Trek is good."  Amber said calmly.  Inside he was excited.  Alyssa had warned her 
that Joey was as big a sci fi fan as she was.  Amber was anxious to play, wondering if she could 
get a rise out of him.  "I like all the different series."  She paused for dramatic effect.  "But Star 
Wars is SO much better."
      Joey's look got serious.  "You're kidding right?"  
      "Uh, no.  Why would I kid."
      "You did not just say that."  Joey shook his head in mock disgust.  "Star Trek has better 
storytelling, better characters, WAY better ships?"
      "The Imperial Starfleet could end the Federation Starfleet like that."  Amber said as she 
snapped her thick fingers."
      "Oh no you didn't?"  Joey said snapping his fingers back at Amber.  He couldn't hold it in 
any longer and laughed as he defended his precious Star Trek.
      "Oh yes I did."  Amber danced back at him.  "Do you have Empire Strikes Back?"
      "Of course."  Joey said as the two rose and stomped into the living room continuting 
their banter.
      Alyssa looked at Wendy with a tinge of regret.  "That took 10 seconds to get started.  
They're going to be like that the entire she's here, aren't they."
      "Sure are."  Wendy said with certainty, not understanding the fascination with either 
Star Trek or Star Wars.  "This is all on you."
      "Yeah, I'll have to own that one."  Alyssa said, bowing her head as the Star Wars theme 
blared loudly through the house.
      
      Joey sat on one end of the large, plush couch that Alyssa and Wendy had recently 
purchased, cueing up the movie.  Amber walked around the living room, admiring the new 
home before she sat down.  The couch was quite spacious, but Amber chose to sit right next to 
Joey.  Her immense weight caused the luxurious cushions to crater around her wide hips as she 
wiggled to get comfortable.  Joey was perched on the edge of the couch and as Amber settled 
in, he was tumped backwards and slid into the side of Amber's body.  
      "Whoops!"  She said with roguish delight.  "Sorry about that."
      Amber rested her heavy arm on the back of the couch, letting Joey's tiny body rest 
directly against her side.  Joey was surprised at the sudden physical contact, but not 
unpleasantly.  Everything about the feel of Amber's body was like best parts of Alyssa and 
Wendy, hard and large, except on steroids, perhaps literally he thought.  As he snuggled into 
the space against Amber's wide protruding lat and muscled torso, he also noticed the heat 
radiating off her body.
      "You're really warm."  He said, craning his head up to look at her.
      "Yeah, that's just the way my body works.  Too much for you?"  She questioned.
      "No!" Joey said too quickly and too loudly.  He composed himself.  "No, it?feels nice, 
uh, comfortable."  Amber giggled as Joey nestled even closer to her.
      As the movie started, their flirting was set aside and the wisecracking resumed.  As 
Imperial walkers overwhelmed Hoth, Amber said "Now that's what I'm talking about."  
      When the Millennium Falcon swooped past a disabled Star Destroyer, Joey retorted 
"And that's how a Federation Starships would overwhelm them.   One shot and they're floating 
junk."
      "That was just a stupid Captain who was ill-prepared."  Amber countered, "He'll be gone 
soon."  
      The pair laughed and teased through the movie, but part of Joey's attention was 
elsewhere.  During breaks in the action, his eyes drifted to Amber.  He tried to be surreptitious, 
keeping his head still and just moving his eyes to look at her, but she could tell what he was 
doing.  Joey was astounded at the size of this young woman.  Her torso was so deep in 
comparison to his weedy little body.  The lat he was resting on was as thick as he was.  The 
depth of her chest could have held two of him, maybe three!  And she was so, so hard.  He tried 
desperately to behave like a gentleman, but he just as desperately wanted to hug every muscly 
part of Amber.  His desire began to win over discretion.  Joey slowly rested more heavily on 
Amber, finally leaning his head to the side against her bulging pec.  Amber smiled, not minding 
the affection.  When Joey was completely snuggled against her, she brought her arm down and 
pressed him lightly to her.  Amber's arm electrified Joey.  She was being gentle, but the arm was 
still so heavy.  The unflexed mound of bicep softly pressed into the side of his head, its power 
unmistakable.  
      "Why is a truck pulling into the driveway?"  Wendy wondered from the kitchen.
      Joey snapped his arm up to look at his watch.
      "Oh no?I lost track of time!"  Joey paused the movie and jumped out of Amber's grasp.  
      She thought she might have upset Joey somehow.  "What's wrong Joey?"
      Joey reached out and grabbed at her hands.  "Come on!  I need you to wait in the 
kitchen.  Please?"  
      He continued to tug until she rose, completely confused.  Wendy was standing at the 
kitchen window looking at the strange box truck in their driveway as Joey drug Amber into the 
room.
      "Hey!  Ummm?I have a surprise, but I need all of you to wait in here.  And don't come 
into the living room until I call you.  And stop looking out the window!"
      Wendy sat back down quickly as Joey snapped at her.   "What's going on?"
      "Just wait and don't peek!"  Joey yelled as he ran out the door.  Wendy slowly stood so 
that only the top of her head and eyes were over the window sill.  
      "I see you peeking!"  Joey yelled again, sending his sister back into her seat.
      The girls wondered at Joey's strange behavior.  They were even more curious when the 
front door opened, and they heard Joey along with a strange man's voice come into the house.  
There was a little commotion as they moved from the front door into the living room.
      "OK, you can come look now."  Joey called.
      The three women walked into the living room where they found Joey and an older 
gentleman in coveralls shyly holding his hat in his hands in front of him.  A cloth covered mound 
sat in the middle of the room.
      "I want to introduce you to Mr. Franks."  Joey said respectfully.  "He's the master 
carpenter that I apprentice with."  He introduced Wendy, Alyssa and Amber.
      When Wendy heard his name, her hands went to her mouth to cover her gasp.  "Oh 
gosh," she said, "Joey has said so much about you."  Wendy held out her hand to Mr. Franks, 
who bashfully shook it.  "Thank you so much for being kind to Joey.  You have no idea how 
much we appreciate it."
      "It's my pleasure Miss Wendy."  Mr. Franks replied.  "I'm grateful to you for taking the 
boy in.  He told me the tale.  He's lucky to have family like you, which brings us to why I'm here.  
Right Joey?"  Mr. Franks was anxious to move the attention back to his young apprentice.
      "Yeah."  Joey said eagerly.  He looked at Wendy and Alyssa, emotion clouding his small 
face.  "So," he began quietly, tentatively, "I needed a way to say thank you.  A thank you that 
would last.  I don't have the words to do it right, so I decided to try to make the thank you."
      Wendy tilted her head in loving sympathy.  "Joey, you didn't have to do anything.  I love 
you more than?"  She also lost her words and embraced her baby brother.  Alyssa did the 
same, sandwiching the small boy between them.  They released him so he could finish.
      "Well, this is what I came up with.  Mr. Franks helped me bring it to life."
      "No," Mr. Franks interrupted, shaking his head with a smile.  He did this all on his own."  
      The two men lifted the cloth from the object they had brought in.  All three women 
were speechless.  Joey and Mr. Franks revealed a coffee table of highly polished koa wood, with 
live edges and blue resin running through a crack in the top of the table like a river.  Amber and 
Alyssa both dropped to their knees, carefully running their hands along the glassy wood, 
admiring the nearly translucent grain and the colors that changed from deep brown to almost 
blonde.  
      A slack-jawed Wendy turned to Joey.  "Joey, I've never seen something more beautiful."
      "Ever!  Anywhere!"  Alyssa added emphatically.
      Wendy took Joey's face in her hands and kissed his cheek.
      "Honey," Alyssa said, "when you told us you made things in a woodshop, this is NOT 
what I was picturing in my mind.  This is ART!"
      "He's got a talent."  Mr. Franks said proudly.  Well, I oughta be going."  He patted Joey 
on the back.  "I'll see you tomorrow?"
      "Yes sir."  Joey replied.  
      "I'll show you out."  Wendy said as she walked Mr. Franks to the door, profusely 
thanking him for everything he had done for Joey.
      Alyssa remained on the floor, entranced by the wood.  Joey knelt between her and 
Amber.
      "The grain of the wood is fascinating isn't it."  He asked.
      "It's freaking mesmerizing."  Alyssa answered.
      "I picked this wood, its Hawaiian Koa, because of you."
      Alyssa look at Joey questioningly.  
      "The ribbons of grain in the wood, they reminded me of your muscles.  You called them 
striations.  Especially in your shoulders.  When the koa is polished up like this, that's all I could 
think about.  I thought it was cool."
      Alyssa turned on her knees and pulled Joey into a hug that squeezed the air out of him.  
He lay his hands against her meathook triceps and his head against her protruding traps, 
content and happy.  Amber watched the pair.  Her opinion of Joey was skyrocketing.  She 
thought he was quite the cutie, and a smartass in fun kind of way.  But to see him bare his heart 
in art that he made, a heart that appreciated girl muscle, was exhilarating.  Amber wondered 
what other surprises little Joey hid and how much fun she would have with him trying to 
uncover them.
?
      Joey basked in the praise from his family.  He was on a cloud knowing that they held his 
talent in such high regard, but his day was about to get better.  During his daily walk Joey 
covered five miles at a quick pace.  It was his best distance yet and he handled it like a champ.  
      "I think it's about time to start you on weights if you're up for it."  Alyssa told Joey at 
supper that night.
      Joey was ecstatic.  "Cool!  Can we start tomorrow?"  
      "Of course."  Alyssa said, fully expecting his enthusiasm.  "When I get home from work 
tomorrow, we'll start on your first workout."
      "You know," Amber interjected "I could work with Joey tomorrow.  I've done some 
personal training."  That was an understatement.  Would be bodybuilders flocked to the 
massive Amber for help building their physiques.  She helped a few, but only the biggest and 
strongest.  They became training partners to help her push her own boundaries.  Amber had 
never trained a beginner nor someone as small as Joey, but she was wanted to try.  The 
experience could only enhance her skills, she thought.  More importantly, she was curious to 
see what kind of man Joey would reveal himself to be in the gym.  
      "I think that'd be a great idea." Wendy added.
      Alyssa glanced at Amber, barely concealing a knowing grin.  "Great.  You can get an 
earlier start then instead of waiting on me to get home.  You good with that Joey?"
      Joey looked over to Amber.  He wanted nothing more than to be around her.  "I'd really 
appreciate your help Amber.  Thanks."
      Amber engulfed Joey's wrist in her hand and squeezed gently.  She flashed him a pearly 
white smile that contrasted starkly with her darkly tanned skin.  
      "I just have one thing to do first in the morning."  Joey said.  "I've got to finish a project 
at the shop for Mr. Franks.  It should only take me an hour or so."
      "Can I come watch?"  Amber asked?  "I'd love to see you work."
      Joey was surprised that Amber would care.  "Uh, sure.  Mr. Franks probably won't 
mind."
      Amber sat back with a satisfied grin.  "It's a date then."  
      
      The next morning Amber drove Joey to Mr. Franks' shop.  He greeted the pair warmly 
and let Joey get to work.  Joey settled in at a lathe and began turning a piece of wood.  Amber 
sat nearby and watched him closely.  Her analytical mind tried to make sense of Joey's artistry.  
He looked closely at the wood, running his fingers over it, his head cocking this way and that.  
Finally, he started the machine and picked up the turning tools.  Like magic, a shape emerged 
from the spinning wood.  
      Mr. Franks came over to stand next to Amber, regarding her as she watched Joey.  He 
was entirely unfazed by her size or muscles.  Something that made Amber like the older man 
immediately.  
      "It's hypnotizing to watch, isn't it?"  He said to Amber.
      She nodded her head in agreement.  She whispered as if in fear of breaking Joey's 
concentration.   "It is.  I don't understand it.  I mean, I see HOW it works mechanically.  I just 
don't understand how he does it."
      "What do you do, Miss?   If you don't mind my asking."
      Amber glanced at Mr. Franks with a soft smile, knowing that he wasn't asking about her 
bodybuilding.  "I just finished my undergraduate work.  I majored in organic chemistry and 
nutritional science."
      "Ah," he nodded knowingly.  "Well, Scientific Mind meet Artistic Mind.
      Amber giggled at his insightful comparison.  
      "He's a good boy with a big talent.  He just needs the right influences in his life to 
blossom.  I'm glad you came here to see him work."  He turned to walk back to his workbench.  
"It's good to know he's got someone."
      Amber blushed as she watched Mr. Franks walk away.  She turned her attention back to 
Joey, who was finishing up the piece he was working on.  He pulled it off the lathe and gave it 
quick sanding before taking it over to Mr. Franks.  "Does this work for what you need Mr. 
Franks?"
      Mr. Franks turned the piece over in hands.  "This'll be perfect, Joey.  Nice work.  Now go 
on with your friend.  You have some fun today."
      "Yes sir."  Joey said happily.  "Amber's showing me how to lift weights today!"
      "Oh?  Well you certainly seem to have the right teacher for the job."
      "Yes sir!"  Joey said as he brushed himself clean.  He went to Amber and grasped her 
hand as she stood.  "M'lady?  Shall we go?"
      "Yes, my Prince."  Amber glowed as she waved goodbye to Mr. Franks and swished out 
the door with Joey.  In the car on the way home, she rested her right hand on Joey's thigh.  Her 
touch was electric.  He tentatively lay his hands on top of hers, enjoying all the veins and 
thickness.  He could practically feel Amber's power resting in those strong hands.  "Joey, tell me 
something."  She said, breaking Joey's reverie.  "How do you know what to do with the wood 
you're working with?"
      Joey looked up at Amber, her face exquisite in profile as she drove.  "Well, I generally 
know what I WANT to do with the wood.  I look at it and feel it.  It?talks to me; tells me what 
it's WILLING to do.  After that I get the tools and we have a negotiation."  
      "I don't think I could ever do what you do.  It's so cool."  She said.
      Joey beamed at her compliment, a feeling of pride swelling in his chest.
      
      When Amber and Joey got home, they changed and agreed to meet in the gym.  Joey 
changed as quickly as he could and raced to the garage.  Amber wasn't there yet.  While he 
waited Joey tried picking up some dumbbells.  He reached for a 30 pounder, trying to lift it with 
one hand.  The dumbbell didn't budge.  He wrapped two hands around it, and it started to 
move.  The weight shocked him.  To actually put a number to what he could lift might only 
make him feel even more inadequate than he already did.  Joey began to wonder if this was a 
good idea.  That thought, and all others, dissipated when Amber walked in the door.  The sight 
of her left Joey speechless.  The 6'4 behemoth was barely clad in tight workout shorts, a skimpy 
spandex top and high-top sneakers.  Her dyed red hair was plaited in an elaborate ponytail that 
traveled over her hulking traps before resting in the deep canyon between her spinal erector 
muscles.   Every part of Amber's colossal body was on display.  Her quad meat alternately 
quivered and then hardened with each step.  Joey could now understand why Amber's arms 
seemed to stick out from her body rather than rest at her side.  Massive lats took up all the 
space behind her arms and her inhumanly thick upper arms had nowhere to go but forward.  
Joey knew what great abs were.  Wendy's core was hard and defined, Alyssa's was deeply 
etched.  By comparison, Amber's core was just plain thick.  Joey couldn't think of another word 
to describe it.  Her waist was the narrowest part of her body, but it was still far thicker than 
him.  Amber's abs weren't simply visible, each were like 6 giant fists strapped onto her 
midsection.  Likewise, powerful strands of muscle slashed down her sides.  As Amber bent over 
to put her water bottle down her bulky butt clenched, highlighting the deep dimple on each 
side.  Each cheek was far bigger than Joey's head!  Looking down her legs, Joey also saw the 
imposing hamstrings, muscles he couldn't even find on his body.  Each one was the size of his 
torso built onto the back of her legs.  She was unbelievable.  Amber stood straight and walked 
up to Joey, covering him in her shadow.   She wrapped her towel around the back of Joey's 
neck, pulled him close and kissed him on the forehead.  Joey almost melted.  The feeling of her 
plush, moist lips on his skin sent shivers down his spine.  
      "Ready to get started?"  Amber asked with a wide grin.
      Joey brought himself back to earth.  "Yeah, I'm nervous though."  He told her about 
trying to lift the 30-pound dumbbell and how it made him feel.
      "Hon, don't worry about what other people think, or what you can lift.  You have to start 
somewhere.  In the beginning, it isn't about how much you can lift, it's about HOW you lift.  
That's what we're going to work on today."
      Amber handed Joey a set of 5-pound dumbbells, hoping that this weight would be ok for 
him.  Joey gripped the handles and seemed comfortable with them.  She picked up a pair of 5 
pounders herself and began to demonstrate the correct form for bicep curls.  Joey watched her 
intently, anxious to do well.
      "Keep your elbows locked to your sides, shoulders back.  When you begin to curl the 
dumbbell up, pronate out at the bottom of the curl, wrist fixed, then curl up?"  Amber watched 
Joey follow her directions, then curled with him so he had a model to follow in the mirror.  But 
after a few seconds, he stopped.
      "What's wrong?"  Amber asked.
      "Amber, you don't have to worry about protecting my feelings."
      Amber wasn't sure what he was getting at.  "I don't understand."  She said with a shake 
of her head.
      "I know you're way stronger than me."  Joey explained.  "It doesn't bother me to see it."  
Joey nodded his head with a sardonic grin at the weights Amber's was holding.  "Those things 
look ridiculous in your hands."
      Amber looked at the little weights she was holding.  They were barely visible in her fists.   
Amber realized that she had unthinkingly tried to avoid challenging Joey's manhood.  She also 
realized how silly and stupid it had been.
      Joey giggled at Amber.  "Have you ever actually used weights this light, like, ever in your 
life?"
      Amber pressed her lips together tightly, trying to not show the embarrassment she was 
feeling.  In trying to avoid showing Joey up, she had done the exact opposite.  "No, "she 
admitted, "I've never used fives."  Even when Amber started weightlifting as a girl at Alyssa's 
side, she was already strong.  Both girls were natural physical prodigies and even at young ages 
were stronger than trained men many years older than them.  "I'm sorry Joey.  You're right."  
She racked the tiny dumbbells and turned towards the heavier weights.  Joey couldn't help but 
tease her.
      "Round and round she goes, where she stops, nobody knows!"
      Amber laughed at his little song and vamped as she walked, dragging her hand over all 
the handles before settling on a pair.
      "This is my warm-up weight."  She said as she hefted a pair of 50-pound dumbbells.
      "Holy shit!"  Joey thought.  Those two dumbbells together are almost my weight.  Joey 
composed himself.  "That's better."  He said confidently.
      Amber nodded in agreement and the two got back to work.  They lifted for almost two 
hours, working biceps, triceps, chest and shoulders.  Joey was wiped and covered in sweat.  
Amber was fresh as a daisy.  Even with her "warm-up" weights, Amber didn't look like she was 
exerting herself.  Joey put his weights away as Amber continued to work.  He stood next to her, 
his head level with her jutting pecs, just watching.  Amber looked down at him, recognizing his 
look.
      "Sorry!"  Joey said apologetically.  "Am I being creepy?"
      "No, baby."  Amber laughed.  "The look on your face is exactly like how you looked this 
morning at your woodshop."  
      Joey giggled, recognizing that he often zoned out when he focused on his work.  Maybe 
he was doing that with Amber's muscles too.  Who was he kidding?  Of course he was.  But how 
could anyone blame him.  "It's just that you're like an anatomy model.  Every time you showed 
me a lift, I could see on your body exactly what muscles it worked."  As Joey spoke, he placed 
his small hand on Amber's shoulder.  It was so hard, so round and so full of ridges.  Amber 
smiled as she stared into Joey's worshipful eyes.  She raised her arm into an imposing bicep flex 
above his head.  Joey moved his hand onto the face of the massive bicep, unable to even palm 
the front of the giant ball.  He brought his other hand up, trying to span the deep drop of her 
triceps.  Two hands!  Two hands couldn't cover the front of those boulders of muscle on her 
arm.  Joey struggled to control himself.  He so desperately wanted to curl up inside her muscles.  
To kiss her rippling pecs, to rest his head inside the canyon of muscle under her arm.  But he 
couldn't.  Amber was going to be his sister-in-law.  It wasn't right, was it?  "It's?you?you're 
incredible."  Joey said with reverence
      Amber was touched.  "Aw, Joey.  You're so sweet."  She said as she kissed the top of his 
head.  "I'm going to do my real workout now.  You can stay if you want."
      Joey sat cross-legged on a bench, excited for the show he was about to see.  "I'm 
ready!"   he chirped.
      Amber got down to real work since she was already warmed up.  Joey knew he was 
going to see some serious weightlifting, but he was incredulous when Amber picked up 100 
pound dumbbells and started doing strict alternating curls with them.  Joey watched in awe as 
Amber worked her body to exhaustion.  He tried to find words to describe Amber and her 
seemingly limitless energy.  She was titanic, monumental, herculean; no description seemed 
adequate.  Sweat dripped down the ridges in her body.  She grunted, then roared to heft the 
weights as she reached failure.  Darker descriptions entered Joey's mind.  She had never been 
anything but sweet to him but seeing Amber deep in the throes of her workout was almost 
frightening.  She was savage as she attacked the weights.  Another shiver ran down Joey's back 
as it occurred to him that he was physically insignificant compared to her.  Amber could 
scarcely be called human, so great was her strength.  It was like watching Thanos in a sports 
bra, only she didn't need infinity stones; she had her bulging muscles instead.  Her raw strength 
was enough to snap out life if she so chose.  Amber was a god.  
      Amber's master class on power ended sooner than Joey wanted.  Sweat flowed down 
her body, coursing through the deep channels between her muscles.  Her scent filled the gym.  
It wasn't acrid, like body odor.  She smelled like?power.  Joey's libido was strongly affected by 
her aroma, like her pheromones were meant for him.  Amber led Joey out of the gym and they 
went their separate ways to shower.  As soon as Joey closed his bedroom door, he hardened 
painfully.  Joey tried desperately not to think about Amber as he climbed into the shower, but 
he failed miserably.  Visions of her bulging physique danced in his head.  Fantasies of her 
muscles crushing the puny and unworthy appeared in the darker corners of his mind.  Thoughts 
of her holding him lovingly took up the most room in his imagination.  He had barely touched 
himself when he exploded in the biggest orgasm of his life.  He collapsed, his body twitching in 
the shower as he tried to regain control and bury the feelings of shame that filled him.
?
      Amber slept fitfully, dreaming repeatedly about her day with Joey.  In one dream, she 
was a statue carved by Joey, his fingers running over her body as he created her.  In another, 
Joey pulled her down to the ground and kissed her all over before settling between her legs.  
She woke with a start, her own hand massaging her cleft.  Amber hadn't crushed on someone 
like this in a long time.  She lay in bed, wondering exactly what it was about the diminutive boy 
that made him so compelling to her.  Finally, she decided "why" wasn't important.  She just 
accepted that Joey was having a romantic impact on her.  Amber closed her eyes and fantasized 
about taking Joey in her arms and ravishing his tiny body while she brought herself to orgasm.  
      Sunshine glared on Amber's face, waking her much later than she usually rose.  She 
rolled out of bed and padded to the kitchen.  Alyssa and Wendy were at the dining table, deep 
in conversation and coffee.  Alyssa glanced up as Amber came around the corner.  
      "Oh my God, you look like shit Sis.  Coffee's over there."
      Amber stuck her tongue out at Alyssa and poured herself a big mug of coffee before 
grabbing a chair herself.  "I just couldn't shut my brain off last night."  Amber explained.
      "What were you thinking about?"  Wendy asked?
      Amber pursed her lips and looked up at the ceiling before answering.  "A boy."  She said 
simply.
      "Who?"  Alyssa asked in a sing song voice.  
      Amber took a sip of coffee to avoid answering.
      Wendy joined the interrogation.  "Come on, who?"
      "Joey!"  Amber said giggling.  "Duh."
      "I thought you were dating that guy you met in the gym at school."  Wendy asked.
      "Matt?"  Amber answered.  "That lasted like 5 minutes.  He was fun and normal in the 
beginning, but it got weird fast.  First he wanted me to lift him, then he wanted me to sit on his 
face.  I mean, I'm all for fun and games and I know everyone has their kink.  But then he got 
really squirrely about not being able to keep up with me in the gym.  Then he got all dismissive 
about the things I like.  I just cut it off."
      "I'm sorry, Babe."  Wendy said sympathetically.
      Alyssa had a self-satisfied look on her face.  "So, Joey huh?"
      Amber looked at her questioningly.  "What's that face for?"
      Wendy giggled before she threw Alyssa under the bus.  "She had some crazy idea that 
you and Joey might be good for each other."
      Amber turned to Alyssa. "You match-making bitch."  She said sarcastically before taking 
another long sip of coffee.
      Alyssa wasn't having it.  "So sue me.  You have every right to a nice guy.  You've been 
looking so hard for so long.  I hate that you're lonely."
      Amber stared into her mug.  "I know.  I love you."
      "SO?"  Alyssa asked.  "You like Joey?"
      Amber couldn't suppress her goofy grin.  "He's a cutey.  All I want is a nice guy who's 
supportive and likes the things I like.  Joey could be that.  For whatever reason, he makes me all 
tingly."
      Alyssa and Wendy belly laughed at the "tingly" part.
      Alyssa looked at her watch and stood up.  "I think you owe it to yourself to try.  What's 
the worst that could happen?  You either find your nice guy or you find that he's your best little 
brother-in-law.  Win-win either way."  She kissed Amber and Wendy goodbye.  "I've got to go to 
work.  Be good."
      Amber quietly ran her finger around the rim of her mug before looking up to Wendy.  
"So, tell me about Joey.  What's he really like?"
      "Well," Wendy began, "you've got to remember that the Joey I really knew was a child 
and it was a decade ago.  It's only been a month or so since we've been back together.  I'm just 
getting to know him again too.  I think he's really special and really sweet and I love him more 
than anything."
      "Were you two always close?"  Amber asked.
      "God no."  Wendy answered.  "I was always so annoyed with him."  Wendy bowed her 
head, a veil of sadness falling over her face.
      "What's wrong Wen?"  Amber asked.  "Brothers and sisters fuss at each other all the 
time."
      A tear rolled down Wendy's cheek.
      Amber was worried now.  "Wendy?"  
      "I'm sorry."  Wendy said.  "There's a lot of history there."  Wendy tried to contain her 
emotions, but they spilled out.  Her chin quivered, as it often did when she remembered her 
past with Joey.  Amber was worried.  She moved next to Wendy and looped her arm in 
Wendy's.  Wendy leaned her head on Amber's shoulder before continuing.  "When I was, I don't 
know, like sixteen, I had a really bad day.  I came home, had a bad fight with Mom and stormed 
up to my room.  I don't even remember why I was so angry."  Wendy's tears began to flow 
freely.  "I went up to my room.  Joey was in there, hiding in my closet.  I lost it.  I mean, really 
lost it.  I grabbed him by the hair, yanked him out and bitch slapped the fuck out of him.  Not 
just once.  The first slap knocked him down.  I sat on his chest and slapped him until my hand 
hurt.  I don't know how I didn't kill him.  He was like eight years old!"  Wendy sobbed as the last 
words came out of her mouth.  Amber got up and stood behind Wendy, wrapping her arms 
around Wendy in support.  "When I couldn't hit him anymore, I got up and stared at him.  This 
pathetic little boy just curled up in a ball on my bedroom floor, bleeding and crying.  That's 
when I realized what a complete, horrible bitch I was.  He was just a little boy looking for 
someone to love him.  I've been obsessed with Joey ever since.  After I left for school, I called 
Mom every couple of days to make sure she was taking care of him.  We fought every time I 
called.  When Joey finally called me a month ago and asked for help, I just had to rescue him."
      "I'm so sorry Wendy."  Amber said sympathetically.  "You were a child.  You can't hang 
on to that guilt forever.  Have you talked to Joey about it?"
      "Oh fuck no."  Wendy said immediately.  "I have a hard enough time talking to myself 
about it."  Wendy composed herself, wiping the tear streaks from her face.  "I'm sorry Amber."  
She said as she rubbed the massive arms encircling her.  "Joey's a good man.  He's slogged 
through a lot of shit and he's still on his feet and fighting.  If you like him, tell him.  Please."
      Amber sat back down as Wendy calmed.  "Do you think he'll like a girl like me?  I'm not 
exactly normal."  She said as she tensed the muscles in her arms.
      "Who is, Amber?  And so what you've got muscles.  He grew up with me.  Muscles on a 
girl are kind of normal for him."  Wendy held Amber's face in her hands.  "Talk to him."
      Amber fought with uncertainty.  Despite her immense physical power, Amber was still a 
very young woman, consumed with the same fears and confidence issues as others her age.  
Amber slipped out of her chair and rested on her knees next to Wendy, embracing her tightly.  
"You're right.  I love you.  Thanks Wendy."  
?
      Amber racked her brain for a smooth way to broach the idea of romance with Joey.  She 
decided forcing things was unnecessary and relaxed into a routine with Joey.  His gym training 
with her was going tremendously well.  He was much more comfortable with the weights and 
actually progressing, which surprised Amber.  Their sessions were fun too.  They flirted and 
carried on between sets of serious lifting.  The flirting quickly became physical.  It started 
innocently enough, with high fives and fist bumps when Joey hit a new personal record or 
pushed through a hard exercise.  
      During one fateful session, Amber's flirting went a step too far.  Joey was struggling at a 
new weight on his bicep curls.  Amber's vocal encouragement was loud and forceful and helped 
push Joey to success.  Amber high fived Joey, slapped him on the back, and then smacked him 
on the butt.  She realized immediately that she might have gone too far and started to 
apologize, but Joey got caught up in the moment.  He smacked her right back on her rock hard 
butt.  It was play time!  Amber went into teasing mode, with her hands on her hips and an 
exaggerated expression of shock on her face.  Joey tried to pop her on the butt again, and 
Amber raised her hand, as if to slap him.  Something snapped in Joey's brain.  The sight of a 
hyper-muscular 6'4, 280 pound bodybuilder raising their hand, even in jesting mock anger, 
would be intimidating to anyone.  To Joey though, the sight awoke a trauma buried deep in his 
mind.  Joey's brain shut down as a fear response overwhelmed his system.  His eyes widened in 
shock as he quickly backpedaled away from Amber.  He tripped over his own feet and fell to the 
floor.  Joey's flight response wouldn't quit.  He scrambled backwards until he reached the door.  
He spun around and rushed out of the garage, whimpering all the way.  Amber was left 
standing alone and utterly bewildered.  
      "What just happened?"  She asked herself.  Then she put two and two together.  Her 
conversation with Wendy dribbled back into her consciousness.  If Wendy still harbored 
tremendous trauma over the day she abused Joey, she couldn't even imagine how much 
trauma Joey, the victim, must be holding on to.  Amber looked at her hand, still cocked back at 
the end of her intimidatingly muscular arm.  "Oh shit."  She said out loud.   What had she done?  
"No, no, no!"  Amber repeated in a panic as she bolted out the garage door to catch her tiny 
heartthrob.  Her long powerful legs didn't have to carry her far.  Joey was just outside the 
garage door, slumped against the wall in the kitchen.  His face was pasty white and sweat 
beaded on his brow as he struggled to control his breathing.  Amber collapsed on her knees in 
front of Joey.
      "Joey I'm so sorry!"  she pleaded.  "I'm sorry!  Please don't be mad.  I would never hit 
you.  We were just playing!"  
      Amber desperately wanted to reach out Joey but held back for fear of freaking him out 
more.  Instead, she held her clenched fists on her quads.  They were white with tension.  Joey 
looked up at the giant woman as her voice began to soothe him.  He finally registered the look 
of confused desperation on her face.  
      "I know."  Was all he could say for a moment.  
      Amber remained still as stone, letting Joey compose himself at his own pace.  Finally, 
Joey took a deep breath and met Amber's uneasy gaze.  
      "Joey, I know what just happened."  She implored.  "Please believe me when I tell you 
that I would NEVER hit you.  I will NEVER hurt you.  Please understand that."
      Joey nodded his understanding.  "I don't think you would."  He said softly.  "But it's good 
to hear you say it."  He looked Amber in the eyes again.  "What did you mean, ?you know what 
happened?'"
      Amber wasn't sure she should reveal her conversation with Wendy, but at this point, 
what the hell.  Amber's face twisted in commiseration.  "Wendy told me about the day she beat 
you up."  she said softly.   "She's really messed up about it.  I can only imagine how it affected 
you.  I realized when I raised my hand how it must have looked to you."  
      Joey stared at Amber for a moment, rummaging through his memory.  "I remember that 
day, but that's?"  Joey paused, his expression became blank and his stare hollow.  "That isn't 
what freaked me out."  Joey shook his head, fighting against another memory he didn't want to 
reveal.  
      Amber finally felt that she could touch Joey without panicking him further.  She rubbed 
her big hands on his small arms, trying to comfort him.  "Joey, what?  Tell me."  
      "My mom."  He said, gathering his courage.  "After Wendy left, she was angry all the 
time.  She used to hit me.  A lot."
      Amber's eyes went wide with shock.  Anger quickly followed, but she tried desperately 
to control it while Joey continued.
      "Mom would be on the phone, and when she hung up, she'd just wail on me.  It went on 
for a couple of years.  I finally got smart enough to figure out that if she was on the phone, I 
needed to make myself scarce if I didn't want to get beat up.  Then I just started spending as 
much time as possible away from home.  She didn't care, so it worked.  Eventually, she just 
stopped hitting me because I wasn't there.  She'd just drink, and then go partying.  That's when 
I could come home."
      Joey was sniffling, his eyes moist.  Strangely, Joey felt some relief to share these horrible 
memories.  He was completely unaware how the knowledge was filling Amber with rage.
      "I still have some marks."  Joey said as he pulled up his shirt and turned his back to 
Amber.  She pulled his shirt up over his shoulders.  His narrow, bony back had many scars, as if 
skin had been flayed from his back long ago.  Amber recoiled in horror, letting the shirt fall back 
down to cover the evidence of a vicious crime.
      "Did you ever tell anyone?"  she asked through clenched teeth.
      "No, never.  After it stopped, I just tried to forget it.  Until today."  Joey looked up at 
Amber, his expression guilty, as if he had done something wrong.  But that look was quickly 
replaced with defiance.  "You can't hit me."  He said bluntly.  "You can't even threaten to hit 
me.  That's a line you can't cross."  
      No one had ever spoken to Amber this way, and it didn't matter to her one bit.  "You're 
right."  She said with no hesitation.  "Joey, I will never hit you, or threaten to hit you."  She 
leaned down so that her eyes were level with Joey's and stared intently into them, as if boring 
directly into his soul.  "I WILL NEVER HURT YOU.  EVER."  To herself Amber vowed "NO ONE will 
hurt you, ever again."
      Amber sat back up to full height.  Her hands still held Joey's thin arms.  She gently tried 
to pull him towards her, hoping that he wouldn't resist.  He didn't.  Joey allowed himself to be 
lifted tenderly onto Amber's folded legs.  She nuzzled his face, using her cheeks to wipe way his 
tears.  Amber willed her rage away.  Her priority right now needed to be Joey and not her own 
feelings.
      "Don't you think you should tell Wendy?  She deserves to know."  Amber whispered to 
Joey.
      "I might.  Someday.  But not now.  I'm really not ready for that or for what it would do to 
her."  Joey pulled away from Amber and stared her down.  "And you can't tell her either."
      "But Joey, she?"
      "No Amber!  This isn't the time.  And when it is time, it's my story to tell, not yours.  
Promise me you won't tell her."  Joey's tone would brook no disagreement.
      Against her better judgement, Amber agreed.  Still, she hoped that she would be able to 
coax Joey to talk to Wendy, for both their sakes.  But that would have to wait for time and love 
to work their magic.  
      "Do you want to be done for the day?"  Amber asked Joey.
      "No."  Joey answered.  "We weren't finished.  I think hammer curls were next?"
      Amber looked at the determined little man on her lap with pride and pity in equal 
measure.  "No."  she admonished herself silently.  "No pity.  He doesn't want it and I shouldn't 
condescend to offer it.  She ran her fingers over Joey's head, smoothing his hair out before 
rising with Joey in her grasp.  She set him on his feet.  "Let's go fuck those weights up."  She 
growled.  
      "Rawr!"  Joey answered.  It wasn't quite a convincing roar, but it was good enough for 
now.
      
      
      


      The next morning, Amber came back from a run to find Joey in the kitchen cleaning up 
after breakfast.  
      "Joey, I've got a chore to do for Alyssa and Wendy."  Amber's face couldn't hide her 
excitement.    "Want to come watch?  I work better with an audience."  She definitely had 
something up her sleeve.
      "Uh, sure?"  Joey answered, wondering what she had in mind.  
      "Great!  Meet me out back in 10."
      Joey finished the dishes and went to the backyard.  It was a fabulous part of the house, 
sprawling, private and well-manicured, with one exception.  There was a large stump right in 
the middle of it.  Amber came out of the house dressed in a sports bra, threadbare denim short 
shorts and a pair of heavy work boots.  She carried a shovel and 30-pound sledgehammer on 
her bulbous shoulder.  Joey thought the "Sexy Working Muscle Giant" look was good on her.  
During their gym time, Joey had always focused his attention on Amber's heroically large upper 
body.  Today though, in her barely there outfit, Amber's awe-inspiring legs were a complete 
mind-fuck for Joey.  Full, heart shaped calves jutted out from Amber's lower limbs, full and 
beefy even from the front.  And those fabulous thighs, each striated muscle in her quad was 
massive in its own right.  But when combined on each leg, full teardrops hanging far over her 
knees, those quads would shame even the largest of men.  
      "What are you up to?"  Joey asked curiously.
      "Alyssa and Wendy were going to hire someone to get that stupid stump out.  I want to 
see if I can do it."  Amber answered cheerily.  
      Her lighthearted attitude was a major contradiction to the task in front of her.  Joey 
knew stumps were a bear to get out and often took heavy machinery.  He sat cross-legged on 
the patio, dubious at Amber's ambition.  At the same time, he also knew better than to 
underestimate her resolve or her immense capacity of energy and power.
      Amber began by digging a trench around the stump, exposing the biggest roots.  She 
was soon covered in a sheen of sweat from the hot summer sun.  Moving heavy piles of dirt 
pumped up Amber's body, raising thick, sexy veins around her arms and shoulders.  Her full, 
shiny muscles roiled under her skin, making her look like some flesh covered machine.  Joey 
was transfixed and his mind was invaded by steamy thoughts; what would it be like to hold her 
damp, powerful physique?  Better yet, what would it be like to be possessed by those muscles?  
His heart began to pound at the thought of kissing the sweaty colossus.  Joey shook his head.  
What was he doing?  Amber was going to be his sister-in-law!  How could he think about her 
this way?  He closed his eyes and willed away the carnal thoughts.  When he reopened them, 
Amber picked up the sledgehammer and began to repeatedly wallop the stump.  She swung the 
hammer up and back down onto the side of the defenseless stump like a golf club with all of 
her power.  Joey was convinced he could feel the vibration of her strikes through the ground.  
She worked her way around the stump, striking, striking, striking.  After 20 minutes of imposing 
her will through brute force, Joey thought he saw the stump loosen.  Amber tossed the hammer 
to the ground and stood threateningly over the stump.
      "You're gonna be my bitch!"  she yelled in a deep, angry voice as she crunched all her 
muscles as if to intimidate the inanimate wood.  She certainly intimidated Joey.  Though her 
back was turned, he was amazed at how wide it became when she flexed.  It was like a massive 
lumpy hood unfurled, as the rocks of her muscles rearranged themselves under her skin.  
      Amber squatted down and gripped the thickest root in one hand and wrapped her other 
arm around the diameter of the stump.  She powered her body upwards with a fearsome growl.  
All of her muscles stood out in sharp relief.  Veins large and small erupted from under her skin.  
Joey almost came in his pants.  Despite Amber's prodigious strength, the stump didn't move.  
She stood up, stretched and resumed her position.  Once more, she roared and powered her 
body upwards.  Joey was astonished to see the stump start to move.  One more massive tug 
and the last roots released their grip on the ground.  Amber freed the stump so suddenly that 
she lost her balance completely.  She fell backwards as her arms heaved the large stump over 
her head.  It landed with a thud six feet behind her.  Amber lay on her back convulsing.  From 
Joey's viewpoint behind her, he thought the stump had hit her head as it flew out of the 
ground.  He was overcome with dread as he leapt to his feet and ran to her side.
      "Amber!"  He screamed.  Joey slid to a stop by Amber's side, his voice cracking with 
emotion and fear.  "Amber!" 
      Amber, still on her back, was laughing so uncontrollably that no sound came out.  She 
opened her eyes to see Joey leaning over her.  He was rigid with fear, his eyes dilated in terror, 
much as they had been yesterday in the gym.  But this time it wasn't BECAUSE of Amber, rather 
FOR Amber.  
      "I'm fine."  Amber said through her laughter.  But she saw that her words were not 
breaking through Joey's anxiety.  She realized that Joey was consumed with distress.  Her heart 
melted.  She smoothly sat up and reached out to Joey.  Amber spread her arms so Joey could 
see that, while dirt covered, she didn't have a mark on her.  
      "Joey, I'm fine.  It didn't hit me.  See?"  
      She placed one large hand on the side of Joey's face, palming his entire head.  Amber 
leaned down to Joey, so they were face to face.  It wasn't Amber's voice that got through to 
Joey, it was her touch.  Her palm, thick and calloused against his face, was the softest, most 
comforting thing Joey could imagine.  He pressed his head into her hand, nuzzling it.  Electricity 
shot through his body.  Joey inhaled deeply.  Amber's musky smell was like an aphrodisiac.  
Joey's mouth opened, but no words came out, only ragged breaths.  Amber recognized the look 
of longing on Joey's face and it filled her with lust.  Amber used her thumb to gently stroke 
Joey's lips as she touched her forehead to his.  Joey gazed into her eyes, silently pleading with 
Amber.  She answered him with a long kiss on his lips, sweet and gentle.  Amber began to pull 
back, but Joey's lips pursued her.  She held his head away briefly, making him moan in 
desperation.  Amber was pleased with his erotic anguish and moved in for another passionate 
kiss.  Joey pressed his hand against Amber's on the side of his face, then slid both of his hands 
along her sweat-slicked arm.  So large was her forearm that his hands couldn't span the rigid 
cords of muscle.  He struggled to pull himself closer to Amber. After several minutes of torrid 
kissing the pair broke apart, each coming to terms with the meaning of their actions as they sat 
back like guilty schoolchildren.
      Amber broke the awkward silence first.  "So, umm, that stump was heavier than I 
thought it would be."
      "Yeah."  Joey whispered.  "It looked like it.  How heavy do you think it was?"
      Amber stood up.  "Let's see."
      The stump was at least two feet in diameter.  She squatted down, knees wide, and 
wrapped her arms around it.  Amber slowly rose with the stump, rolling it up onto the shelf of 
her deep pecs.  She steadied the stump and then powered it up over her head.  
      "I'd say this is about 300 pounds." She said to Joey nonchalantly.
      Joey shook his head in disbelief.  Every day with Amber brought another demonstration 
of how staggeringly powerful she was.  Amber dropped the stump in front of her, the loud 
thump making Joey jump. 
      "Show off."  Joey teased.
      Amber reached her hand out and lifted Joey to his feet by his wrists. "Come on, let's get 
cleaned up."   
      
      Alyssa and Wendy watched their enraptured siblings from a hidden perch in a back 
room of the house.  Wendy had covered her mouth in shock as the two made out on the grass.  
Amber was dirty and sweaty and her baby brother couldn't keep his hands off of her beefy 
body.  She and Alyssa were voyeurs, and it made her wet.  Alyssa meanwhile was practically 
jumping with glee.
      "I told you they'd get together!"  She screeched.
      Wendy turned to her self-satisfied partner with heavily lidded eyes.  She slid her tall, 
firm torso up against Alyssa.
      "Can I do that to you?"  Wendy asked as she pressed her large breasts and sensitive, 
erect nipples across Alyssa's muscular body.  Wendy dipped her head and nibbled on Alyssa's 
earlobe, drawing a bliss filled moan from the sexy bodybuilder.  Alyssa bent down and lifted 
Wendy by the thighs.  Wendy wrapped her statuesque legs around Alyssa's waist as the 
powerhouse muscle woman walked with her passenger to their bedroom.  Alyssa gently set 
Wendy on their bed and leaned down to kiss her.  Alyssa's tongue invaded Wendy's mouth as 
she forcefully pressed the big blonde onto her back.
      "Is that all you want?  Just a little kiss?"  Alyssa asked saucily.
      Wendy shook her head no.  She bucked gently, silently begging Alyssa to lay down.  
Alyssa obliged, first stretching out on Wendy, then rolling both of them over so that Wendy was 
on top of her.  Wendy giggled like a schoolgirl as she slid down Alyssa's muscle lumpy body, 
kissing the rocky ridges as she went.  Wendy only stopped when she was between Alyssa's legs.  
      "I want more than a kiss."  Wendy said greedily. 
      She pulled off Alyssa's pants and panties.  Wendy ran her lips along Alyssa's rock-hard 
inner thighs before alighting on the thick, erect clit that was framed by carefully trimmed dark 
hair.  The erotic nub of muscle woman flesh was shiny and wet with anticipation.  Wendy took 
the clit in her mouth as she pressed her fingers into Alyssa's gaping vagina.  Soon the room was 
filled with the smell of sex and sounds of glorious orgasm.
?
      Wendy arrived home early, and no one was there to greet her.   Joey was still at Mr. 
Franks' workshop, while Alyssa and Amber were out shopping for some new outfits for Amber.  
Wendy knew that wouldn't be fun; it was always hard for the big girls to find nice clothes to fit 
their muscular curves.  Wendy dropped her bag and went through the mail.  She grabbed one 
large envelope addressed to Watson and opened it.  It was a packet of papers from Alyssa's 
medical office.  
      "Why am I getting this?"  Wendy wondered aloud.
      She looked at the envelope again and realized it was addressed to Joseph Watson, not 
Wendy Watson.  The document was the medical report from Joey's physical a month earlier.  
The cover letter explained that since he didn't have an online account, they were forwarding 
him a paper copy of the doctor's report for his personal records.  Wendy flipped through the 
report, which repeated everything Joey and Alyssa had told her about the visit.  Until she got to 
the last page.  On it, there was a notation that read: 
      
      "There are cutaneous signs of non-accidental injury on the back and arms consistent 
with child abuse. The patient denied any history of physical abuse.  Because the patient is not a 
minor the concerns of the medical team will not be referred to social services, but further 
investigation is warranted."
      
      Wendy was dumbstruck.  She re-read the notation several times, trying to absorb its 
meaning.  She thought back to the day in the gym when Joey had been shirtless.  She vaguely 
recalled what she thought were odd freckles but didn't think about it at the time.  If Joey had 
been abused, how could she have missed it?  Why hadn't he told her?  The loudest question in 
her mind was "Who?".  Could their mother have done this?  Wendy sat heavily on the couch, 
her imagination and emotions spiraling out of control.  By the time Alyssa and Amber got home 
thirty minutes later, Wendy was in tears because she had imagined so many tragic scenarios 
about Joey's young life.  Alyssa and Amber walked in the house chatting and laughing, excited 
to share their shopping haul with Wendy.  Her tear-streaked face and raging red eyes brought 
them up short.
      A fretful Alyssa dropped her bags.  "Wendy, Baby, what's wrong?" 
      "Don't ?Baby' me!"  Wendy growled as she jumped up and waved the medical report at 
Alyssa.  "When were you going to tell me about this?  Huh?"
      "Wendy, what are you talking about?"  Alyssa shot back.
      Alyssa was wide eyed and shocked at Wendy's attack.  Wendy flung the report at Alyssa.
      "Here!  Read it!"  Wendy spat.
      Alyssa caught the papers and started to read.  "What is this?  Joey's medical report?  
Where did you get this?"
      "It came in the mail.  I opened it accidently."  Wendy said with no regret.
      "Wendy, we can't read this, it's private?"
      "Don't change the subject!  Read it!"  
      Wendy was bordering on hysterical, so Alyssa started to read from page one.
      "Let me save you the time, go to the last page!"  Wendy said with venom.
      Alyssa flipped to the last page and quickly found the notation that set Wendy off.  She 
furrowed her brows, recalling her day at the doctor with Joey.  This made no sense.  She read 
and reread the note.  
      "Wen, I swear to you," Alyssa pleaded, "No one at the office mentioned anything like 
this!"  
      Wendy wasn't convinced and continued to rage.  Alyssa racked her brain trying to 
understand where this had come from.  Then something hit her, and she looked up to Wendy in 
recognition.
      "What?!"  Wendy asked.
      "On the way out, the doctor called Joey back, alone.  He was only with her for a minute, 
and then he couldn't get out of there fast enough.  This has to be what they talked about."
      "Then call her!"  Wendy demanded.  "Find out what she was talking about!"
      "Wendy," Alyssa explained as she dropped the report on the coffee table and gripped 
Wendy by the shoulders, "She can't tell us anything.  Medical records are private.  We need 
Joey to tell us.  But if you try to talk to him in this state, he'll shut down.  You've got to get hold 
of yourself."
      As the drama unfolded, Amber tried to make herself as small as possible while she tried 
to piece together what the girls were arguing about.  When Alyssa dropped the report, Amber 
stealthily picked it up and read.  A lump rose in her throat.  Without realizing it, Amber's started 
mewling.  It drew the attention of both Alyssa and Wendy, who stared at her silently.  The 
sudden quiet made Amber look up, her face a mask of guilt.
      "Amber," Alyssa said, "I know that look.  Do you know something about this?"
      Amber shut her mouth but couldn't hide her expression.  She tried to look anywhere in 
the room except at Alyssa and Wendy.
      "Amber!"  Wendy said sharply, "What do you know?"
      Amber's vow to keep Joey's secret that his mother abused him couldn't stand in the face 
of Alyssa and Wendy's insistence.  Her resistance collapsed and she revealed the entire story as 
Joey had told it to her.  By the end Amber was in tears, not only in grief for Joey and her own 
guilt at having kept the secret against her better judgement, but because she could foresee her 
relationship with Joey unravelling and both her sister and best friend in jeopardy.  Both Alyssa 
and Wendy were incredulous that Amber had kept this information to herself.
      "I've only known for like two days!"  She said desperately.  "I was hoping I could 
convince him to talk to you about it.  Please guys!  I didn't want to keep it a secret!  He made 
me swear."
      Wendy just stood there, shaking her head with incredulity.  "I've got to take a walk."  
She finally said as she marched out of the house, slamming the door behind her.  Amber's eyes 
begged Alyssa to forgive her.  Alyssa hugged her baby sister, trying to reassure her, even if she 
was unsure how this was going to turn out.  
      "Lys, I'm so sorry!"  Amber cried.  "I fucked this up for everyone."
      "No."  Alyssa said soothingly.  "You were in a no-win situation.  We all are right now."
      Alyssa and Amber heard Wendy's car start and peel out of the driveway.  
      "Oh shit."  Alyssa said as her head snapped up at the sound.
      "You don't think she's going to her mother's, do you?"  Amber asked.
      "I don't know where else she'd be going."  Alyssa said as she grabbed her car keys and 
ran to the door.  "Fuck!  I've got to go stop her.  You need to stay here and wait for Joey.  He 
needs to be told what's happened.  He can't be left alone."
      "Wait!"  Amber said loudly enough to surprise Alyssa and turn her around.  "I need to be 
the one to go."
      "What are you talking about Amber?  I don't have time to mess around here."  Alyssa 
said with finality.
      Amber blocked the door and forced Alyssa to listen to her. "Look, I fucked this up and 
Wendy is already mad at me.  I WILL NOT let your relationship with Wendy go to shit because of 
me.  I'll be the one to stop her.  Besides, if Wendy needs to be physically restrained, then I need 
to be the one to do it.  I'm stronger than both of you put together.  Besides, you can probably 
explain this to Joey way better than me.  He probably won't even want to talk to me after this."
      Alyssa hated the fact that everything Amber said was true.  Why did she have to have 
such a smart little sister?  
      "Fine."  Alyssa admitted.  She plugged the address of Joey and Wendy's mom into 
Amber's phone and Amber took off in her car.  
      The house was suddenly silent as a tomb.  Alyssa slumped in the sofa as she wondered 
how she was going to explain this to Joey.  She also wondered if she was still going to have a 
partner after this night was over.  For a powerful woman who was so accustomed to being in 
charge, Alyssa suddenly felt completely helpless.


      Wendy arrived at her mother's house still enraged but thinking more clearly.  She 
needed a plan and roaring into the house threatening to beat her mother to death probably 
wasn't a good one.  There was a strange car on the street in front of the house, but Wendy paid 
little attention to it.  She quietly walked up the porch steps and found the key her mother 
always hid behind a loose piece of wall siding.  Wendy quietly let herself in and gently closed 
the door behind her.  She put her phone on silent and propped it up on a bookcase by the door 
before setting it to record.  From this perch it would be able to capture the entire front room.  
Wendy hoped to lure her mom into this room and get her to confess that she had abused Joey.  
Failing that, Wendy thought to herself, she would rearrange her Mom's face.
      Wendy didn't have to go looking for her mother.  She turned to see her limping out of 
the kitchen.  Her mother gripped the doorway, struggling to stand, but lost her grip and fell to 
her knees.  Wendy was aghast at the sight.   Her mother's blouse was torn open. Blood dripped 
from her nose and mouth and ugly purple bruises covered her face and upper body.  On her 
hands and knees, the pitiful woman crawled away from the kitchen.
      "Mom!"  Wendy yelled.
      Before Wendy could say anything else, a man holding a long leather belt stalked her 
mother out of the kitchen.  He looked up in a start.  
      "Who the fuck are you!"  he slurred.
      "Who the fuck are YOU?"  Wendy retorted.  "What are you doing to her?"
      Wendy prepared for combat.  She was still dressed for work, in low heels and a knee 
length skirt.  She stepped out of her heels, ready to fight.  
      "J..Jack?"  Wendy's mother sputtered through the blood.
      Wendy was stunned.  She looked at the middle-aged man closely.  He had salt and 
pepper hair and was about her height.  The years had clearly not treated him well.  He was on 
the thin side, but still carried a disgusting beer belly.  A harsh realization struck Wendy.
      "Dad?" she asked in disbelief.
      Jack's advance stopped dead.  "Huh?"  he said stupidly.  "Aw fuck, not another one.  
Which one are you?"  he asked acidly.
      "I'm your only fucking daughter, you moron."
      "Bullshit.  You think this whore is the only bitch I've knocked up?  I can't keep all you 
bastards straight."
      Wendy could only shake her head in disgust.  "Un?fucking..believable.  I'm going to 
have so much fun kicking your skanky ass."  She said bitterly.
      Jack continued advancing on Wendy, raising the belt to whip her.  Wendy timed his 
approach perfectly.  She shot her right leg straight up, connecting her foot with Jack's chin.  If 
Jack had been clear headed, he could have appreciated how brutally gorgeous Wendy was.  Her 
fulsome breasts bounced sexily with every move she made.  Her long, lean and heavily muscled 
legs were flexed for battle.  Each distinct muscle on her quads was thick and ripped.   When her 
leg shot up, he should have admired the wide calves and defined, bulging hamstrings.  Instead, 
Jack's head snapped backwards, and he missed his opportunity to comprehend what a beautiful 
Valkyrie his blonde daughter had become.  On the other hand, he was learning through hard 
experience what a vicious and skilled martial artist she was.   
      As Jack staggered from her kick, Wendy prepared for the next phase of her assault.  She 
kept her right leg high while she pivoted to the side on her left foot.  She executed a series of 
side kicks to Jack's head.  With each strike, he was knocked backwards and she advanced.  
Strike, advance, strike, advance.  Finally, Jack was kicked back into a wall.  Wendy pivoted her 
hips again so she was facing Jack.  She raised her right knee to her chest and kicked her heel 
straight into Jack's solar plexus.  With the wall behind him, the full force of the kick rebounded 
through his weak body.  Jack immediately struggled to breathe.   All the air was forced from his 
lungs and he wasn't able to draw a new breath.  Jack dropped to his knees, clutching his ruined 
chest.  Wendy raised her leg again and dropped her heel onto the back of Jack's skull in a 
ruthlessly effective axe kick.  Jack collapsed, unmoving onto the floor.
      "Glad I wore a skirt today."  Wendy thought to herself smugly as she watched to make 
sure Jack was out.
      Satisfied that Jack was no longer a threat, Wendy turned to her mother.  
      "Aww Mom," she said regretfully as she walked over to her mother and kneeled down 
to tend to her injuries, "what the hell did you get yourself into."
      "What did you do to him!"  her mother rasped.  "You're ruining everything!"
      "What?"  Wendy asked warily.
      "He was going to take me back!"  her mom said in desperation.  "He said he loves me 
and he's gonna take me back.  You're ruining it!"
      Wendy was stunned.  "I just saved your fucking life!  Did you not hear him say he's 
knocked up other women besides you?  What is WRONG with you?"
      Wendy's mother stared at her blankly, then looked past her.  Wendy spun around to see 
Jack standing behind her with a baseball bat raised in his arms, ready to hit her.
      "Goddam it."  Wendy thought.  
      She was in an awkward position with no clear way to attack, but Jack was staggering.  
Wendy cleared her mind and tensed her body, waiting for Jack to commit to an attack so she 
could counter.  
      "Get her Jack!"  Her mom yelled hoarsely.
      "What!?"  Wendy spat.  "You ungrateful bitch." 
      That second of distraction is when Jack began his attack.  He raised the bat high and 
prepared to brain Wendy.  Suddenly the room echoed with a deep, thunderous bellow that 
made all three of them jump out of their skins.
      "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?  GET AWAY FROM HER!"
      Amber was standing in the front door, eyes blazing with anger.  Jack spun around to face 
this new threat.  He was ready to hit someone with his bat, and he didn't care who.  He charged 
Amber, screeching like a banshee, and swung the bat down towards her head.  The bat stopped 
cold.  Amber reached her hand out and caught the end of the bat in her palm.  The sudden stop 
sent vibrations ringing painfully through Jack's arms.  The pain was made worse when Amber 
wrenched the bat out of Jack's hands.
      "Are you that dumb?"  Amber seethed.  She raised her right arm and flexed her sweater 
clad bicep.  The massive mound covered in fuzzy pink bubbled up to a staggering 25 inches.  
"You see this," She crunched down on the flex harder, gaining another 1/2", "and all you can 
think to do is try to hit me with a stick?"
      Amber kept her grip on the end of the bat.  She placed her other hand in the middle of 
the bat, where it thickened into its full circumference.  Amber held the bat out in front of her.  
She clenched her jaw aggressively as she snapped it in two.  Amber tossed the two ends of the 
bat at Jack's feet, assuming this would be the end of her lesson to him.  But Jack wasn't ready to 
give up.  His inebriated mind told him to keep fighting.  He charged Amber again.  This time, 
instead of a bat, he planned to use his fists.  He windmilled his arms as he stumbled forward, 
but the arms of the 6'4 giantess were far longer than Jack's.  Jack's head ran into Amber's 
outstretched hand long before he could hit her.  He clawed at Amber trying to press his attack.  
Amber pushed him backwards, and he fell to his butt with two handfuls of sweater, tearing 
open the front and ripping off a sleeve.  Amber's simmering anger rose into a fury.
      "I just bought this, you ASSHOLE!  You ruin my boyfriend's life, you try to hit my best 
friend and you to disrespect ME?"
      Amber's upper body grew as she flexed out her lats and pumped her pecs.  She clenched 
her hands into fists, raising finger thick veins all over her exposed arm and torso.  The tall, 
tanned, red headed amazon in a tattered sweater looked every bit like a raging hulk.  If Jack had 
been in his right mind, he would have run away.  But he was slightly high, very drunk and 
indescribably stupid.  So, he charged her again.  This time, Amber didn't just try to push Jack 
away.  Her man wrecking arm shot up, shoving her palm into Jack's face.  His nose flattened, 
splattering blood everywhere.  Amber gripped her long fingers around Jack's face and lifted him 
off of his feet.  She stomped across the room, drew her hyper-muscular arm and its unwilling 
passenger back and then slammed his head through a wall.  Amber let go of Jack's bloody face, 
showing that the back half of his head was wedged into the drywall.  She crouched slightly and 
rifled her wrecking ball fist in a sadistic uppercut into Jack's unprotected ribs.  Jack's body 
jackknifed forward around Amber's fist, his head peeling out of the wall.  The sound of 
crunching bone was drowned out by Jack's screams as his mouth spewed bile and blood.  Jack's 
shattered body fell to the floor. 
      Amber should have stopped.  But was no longer Amber.  The sweet, bookish, science 
nerd muscle girl was an incensed beast.  She gripped the hair on the back of Jack's head with 
one hand and mangled his crotch with the other.  She heaved Jack up over her head, ready to 
break him permanently.
      "Amber?"  A silky soft voice broke through the bloodlust.  "Amber?"
      Amber turned to see Wendy standing next to her.
      "Put the bad man down Amber.  He's not worth it.  Neither of them are."
      The Amber that Wendy knew and loved fought her way to the surface.  Wendy could 
see it as a tender glint returned to Amber's eyes. Amber lowered Jack and let him roll out of her 
hands as nonchalantly as she would dispose of a piece of trash.  She surveyed the carnage she 
caused.  
      "Oh no."  She said emotionally.
      "It's going to be fine.  He won't hurt us now.  Go call the police.  We'll let them deal with 
these two.  I'll clean up mom.  OK?"
      "Uh, yeah.  OK."  Amber said softly, returning to the young woman that she really was.  
She pulled the tattered pieces of her sweater together, trying to regain her modesty as she got 
on her phone to call for help.
      Wendy retrieved her phone and stopped the recording, thankful that she thought to 
document this night.  She agonized over a text to Alyssa, trying to find the right words to 
apologize and explain the night:
      
      Hey.  I'm sorry and I love you.  Amber and I are fine.  We're at Mom's.  Dad was here 
beating her up.  We stopped him.  Police are coming.  We might be a while.  Please tell Joey I 
love him.  I'll call as soon as I can.
      
      Wendy kneeled down to her crying mother and took photos of her injuries for the police 
before she started to clean her up.  Sirens wailed as the police and EMTs arrived.  Amber met 
them outside and explained the situation.  EMT's rushed in to begin treatment on both Jack and 
Wendy's mother.  
      "Jesus, this guy looks like he was hit by a truck."  One said.
      His partner told him to look up, where he saw the mighty Amber.  "That's the truck."  His 
partner told him. 
      "OK.  So, he's lucky to be alive at all."
      The police took statements from Amber and Wendy.  Two detectives arrived shortly 
afterward and sat down with the women.  The detectives told them that Jack had outstanding 
arrest warrants, and that there was a reward for his apprehension.  They also found firearms 
and drugs in his car parked outside the house.  He would be going away for a very long time.   
      "Am I in trouble?"  Amber asked.  
      "You caused a lot of damage young lady."  One of the detectives said ruefully.  "But our 
report will show that you both were acting in self-defense.  Now, we've also found evidence 
that your mother is an accessory to some of Jack's crimes.  She's going to have some legal 
issues of her own, besides the child abuse you've told us about.  Family Services will want to 
interview your brother.  OK?"
      "Yes."  Wendy said firmly.  Then, more softly she asked "Can we go soon?  We need to 
get back to our family.  This has been a hell of a night."
      "Yes, you can go now.  We know how to get in touch with you.  Good luck, both of you.  
The detective said as he walked them to the door.
?
      Amber couldn't get out the house fast enough.  She ran out the door, holding her ruined 
sweater together with crossed arms.  As Wendy hurried to catch up, Amber waited by their 
cars, trembling in the warm night air.  Wendy knew she made bad decisions almost from the 
beginning of this misadventure, but she couldn't stop herself.  When the detective told them 
that her dad had guns in his car, the potentially lethal consequences of her actions were laid 
bare.  If he had used one, she or worse Amber, could be dead right now.  The thought sent a 
chill down her spine.
      "Amber," Wendy called as she caught up to her.  Wendy cradled Amber's head, brushing 
stray red locks out of Amber's eyes.  "Amber, I am SO sorry I got you mixed up in this.  I lost 
control like an idiot and I shouldn't have."  
      Amber raised her eyes and physically sighed in relief, not because the danger had 
passed, but because she was now sure that her best friend still loved her.  Her innocent girlish 
side needed the reassurance.  
      "I'm not really in a position to be all judgy about losing control." Amber said with a 
nervous laugh.  "I just got so angry.  He was going to hurt you.  And he abandoned Joey.  A 
monster took over.  I didn't know I could act like that."  As Amber spoke, her trembling grew 
worse.  Wendy wrapped her arms around Amber trying to give her solace.
      Wendy shook her head nostalgically.  "Our little man brings out the best in us, doesn't 
he?"  
      Amber laughed wistfully.  "Yeah, he definitely does."  
      "This is going to be ok Amber.  Trust me."
      Amber nodded gratefully.  
      "Good."  Wendy said.  "Now let's get home.  I'm sure Alyssa and Joey are dying to see 
us."
      
      
      When Joey arrived home, Alyssa was sitting in the living room waiting for him.  
      "Hey!"  Joey called.  He immediately knew something was wrong.  Alyssa was alone and 
wore that intense look that unnerved him so.  She smiled weakly as she greeted him.
      "What's up?"  Joey asked warily.
      "Come sit with me sweetie."  She said, her deep voice calm but also somehow, ominous.   
      As she recounted the events of the evening, Alyssa watched the blood drain from Joey's 
face.  He buried his head in his hands.  
      "Shit.  This is exactly what I didn't want to happen."
      Alyssa took Joey's little hands in one of her own and lifted his chin.
      "Amber went after her.  It's going to be all right."  Alyssa was trying hard to convince 
herself as much as convince Joey.  
      Joey was forlorn, but he felt the need to explain himself.  "I didn't want to keep it a 
secret, I just wasn't ready to talk about it.  Until that doctor talked to me about the scars, I 
swear I hadn't thought about Mom hitting me in years.  But after that day, the memories 
started swirling around again."  In a whisper, he added "I?I had a freakout with Amber.  I told 
her."
      "I know.  She told us.  It's ok Joey."  Alyssa tried to soothe him.  "You don't have 
anything to excuse.  Everyone who deals with trauma like this has to handle it in their own 
way."
      Joey started to sob.  
      "Shh."  Alyssa whispered as she lifted Joey into a cradle and pulled him tight against her 
chest.  His head rested in the crook between her bicep and shoulder and she pressed her lips to 
his forehead to quell his anxiety.
      Joey took deep breaths to get himself under control.  When the waves of tears passed, 
he sat up on Alyssa's lap.  "Do you want to see them?  The scars?"  He asked timidly.
      "Only if you want to show them to me."  Alyssa answered gently.
      Joey turned his back to Alyssa, straddling her wide quad, and shimmied his shirt part of 
the way up.  Alyssa took hold of the hem and gently lifted the shirt the rest of the way.  She was 
aghast that she hadn't noticed the scars for what they were before.  She lightly ran her fingers 
over the damaged skin, forcing herself to remain composed.  Who would do this to a child?" 
she screamed in her mind.  When she couldn't look any more, Alyssa pulled down Joey's shirt 
and hugged him back into her chest. 
      "It's going to be all right sweetie.  It's going to be all right."
      
      
      
      
      Alyssa and Joey were curled up on the couch together, mindlessly watching TV.  
Wendy's texts had assured them that everything was ok, but the news that Joey's dad had been 
there and beating up his mom left Joey's heart racing.  Both of them jumped at the sound of 
cars in the driveway.  Wendy and Amber walked to the door arm in arm.  Alyssa was silently 
relieved that they seemed good with each other.  When Wendy came in the house, she went 
straight to the two them.  She lifted Joey into a hug and embraced Alyssa too.  She apologized 
profusely, begging the two to forgive her for so completely losing her composure.  Everyone's 
sense of relief was palpable.  Amber hung back from the group hug, still distressed about having 
shared Joey's secret and about her nearly murderous outburst.  
      Wendy leaned down and whispered in Joey's ear.  "She needs you.  Bad."
      Joey slipped out of Wendy's arms and marched straight to Amber.  He didn't understand 
why Amber's clothes were shredded.  He wound his arms inside of hers.  
      "Thank you for getting Wendy."  He said in sincere gratitude.  As he rested his head on 
her pillowy pecs, he felt her trembling "Why are you shaking so bad?  He asked.
      "Long story."  She answered.  "I'm just so glad you're not mad at me for giving up your 
secret."
      "I don't think I could ever be mad at you."  Joey said sincerely.  
      They walked into the kitchen, where Wendy was already pouring wine.  
      "We need this."  Wendy said as she took a big swig.
      Wendy and Amber recounted the evening's events, leaving nothing out.  If there was 
one clear lesson from the debacle, it was that keeping secrets led to nothing good.  Even 
though things ended safely, the mood was somber.  Joey's immature sense of humor 
demanded to be heard.  He got up and began to massage her thick traps, which felt wonderful 
to the tense Amazon.  As Joey leaned in to kiss Amber's corded neck, her eyes closed in 
pleasure at the attention.  Then, he blew a loud wet raspberry on her neck.  Wendy and Alyssa 
roared in laughter.
      "Ewww!  Gross!"  Amber giggled.  She didn't lift a finger to stop Joey.  
      "Made you laugh!"  He said proudly as the tension in the room melted away.
      "Beware of paybacks little man."  Amber warned as genuine warmth returned to her 
smile. 
       
?
      Amber and Joey were inseparable the next day.  Each had fallen head over heels for the 
other, though neither could figure out how to say so.  Instead, they just danced around each 
other; proximity became a temporary substitute for open communication.  After supper Amber 
asked Joey to take her for a walk.  Maybe the time alone would give her the opportunity she 
needed to express her feelings, she thought.  Wendy and Alyssa were well aware of their 
siblings' struggles with love and tried to help without being pushy.
      "Why don't you two go down to Main Street.  It's fun there at night."  Wendy suggested.
      Joey jumped at the idea and the two were soon on their way downtown.  Finally alone, 
Joey and Amber fell into their usual pattern of easy conversation and teasing.  They popped in 
and out of shops and enjoyed the crowded late summer atmosphere.  
      "Oh, we need to stop here!"  Joey said suddenly and pulled Amber into an old-fashioned 
drug store.  "They have THE BEST lemonade.  Want one?"  He asked.
      "Let's split a big one."  Amber said.
      They watched with anticipation as lemons were squeezed and the concoction crafted.  
      "Oh god, this is good."  Amber admitted, although she could practically feel the sugar 
flowing into her system.  "Hey, I need to run to the bathroom.  Give me a minute."
      "OK."  Joey said.  "I'll be waiting outside."
      Joey went out to a little seating area next to the parking lot and found an open seat at 
the end of a bench.  The parking lot was packed with teenagers.  He recognized many of them 
as jocks and cheerleaders from his high school class.  They were getting in their last flurry of fun 
as summer waned.  Several of the football players in the group were showing off how strong 
they were, armwrestling and lifting the girls, much to Joey's amusment.  One of the biggest 
football players there was Brutus.  He was a 6-foot 220 pound lineman and one of the biggest 
guys in school.  He pulled off his t-shirt, revealing a big pudgy body.  He flexed his arms as he 
stomped up to a little sub-compact car in the parking lot.  The kids in the group started chanting 
his name as he squatted down and searched for a solid grip under the car's bumper.  Then he 
growled as he tried to lift the end of the car.  It started to rise a little, but Brutus was struggling.  
Finally, the tires just barely rose off the ground and all of Brutus' teammates cheered for him.  
He dropped the car and started a victory dance.  He went to each person and crunched flexed 
his fat rolls in front of each of them.  Joey was disgusted.  Sure Brutus was strong, but the 
flabby belly hanging over his belt was gross.  Brutus finally came to Joey, who was sharing the 
bench with a couple of the cheerleaders.  Brutus saw the skinny boy that he vaguely recognized 
and couldn't help but try to humiliate him in front of the girls.  It was the way of the bully.
      "Yeah, you skinny twerp!"  Brutus yelled at Joey while flexing in front of him.  "Bet you 
couldn't do that!  Wanna armwrestle me?  I'd break you, I bet."
      The rest of the group was laughing as Brutus tormented Joey.  Joey knew what to do; 
Say nothing.  Eventually the bully would get bored and find another victim.  Suddenly though, 
Joey's view of Brutus went black.  He sat back quickly, unsure what had just happened.  Then it 
became clear.  Joey was staring straight into Amber's black spandex clad glutes.  He leaned 
around Amber's wide hips to see what was happening.  A spark of worry ignited in his belly.  
Amber admitted that she had lost all control last night during the confrontation with his dad.  
Could she lose it again, especially when he was being directly harassed?
      Amber stood in front of Joey like an immense statue, staring at Brutus impassively.  
Brutus quieted as he scanned the large person in front of him.  He slowly stood to his full 
height, quickly grasping that he was facing someone larger than him.  
      "You've had your fun.  Step back from my man."  
      Amber's deep, rumbling voice conveyed no emotion, but the threat in it was clearly 
implied.  It took Brutus a second to realize that he was being faced down by a woman.  It was 
beyond his limited comprehension that a woman could be larger than him.  It never entered his 
mind to question "why" she was larger than him.  His little mind puzzled through how to 
respond.  Treat this interloper like someone big or treat her like a girl.  Being a bully, Brutus 
only knew one way to go.  He puffed up his chest and stepped right up to Amber. 
      "Get outta my face bitch.  That little pipsqueak is no man, and you need to remember 
your place.  I don't want to have to hit you ?cause you stepped out of line."
      Amber rolled her eyes.  She couldn't believe the stupid boy would want the night to go 
this way, but?his choice.  Joey jumped out of his seat.  He had to intervene and stop this from 
spiraling out of control.  He didn't make it far.  Amber's hand shot out and pressed against his 
chest, gently but inexorably pressing him back behind her.  With Joey safely behind her, Amber 
began slowly walking forward.  Brutus tried to resist her advance, but her progress was 
unremitting and he found himself moving backwards.  He tried again to stand his ground by 
chest bumping Amber.  He was shocked that there was nothing soft in her chest, no breasts.  All 
he felt was hard?muscle.  Instead of stopping her, all Brutus' chest bump did was bounce him 
back further.
      "You steroid freak bitch!"  He yelled.
      Brutus had had enough.  He launched himself forward, arms out, to shove Amber back.  
But instead of connecting with her, all he found was air.  Amber's body flowed like water 
around Brutus' attack.  His forward momentum made Brutus stumble, and Amber's well 
positioned foot hooked around his ankle sent the clumsy bully to the ground.  The crowd 
groaned and grimaced at Brutus' humiliation.  He growled and tried to jump up but went 
nowhere.  Amber set her size 11 foot between his shoulder blades.  She didn't try to hurt him.  
Rather, she just used her weight to hold him in place.
      "Stay down Tiny!"  She said sharply.
      Brutus was uncowed and tried to push up again.  This time, Amber pressed her foot 
down hard.  The air rushed out of Brutus' lungs.  When he realized he couldn't draw another 
breath, Brutus began to flail.  
      "Simmer down and I'll let up."  Amber told him calmly.
      Brutus was panicking but went still.  Almost immediately Amber released her pressure 
and Brutus gulped in air.  He hoped someone would come to his aid, but no one in the crowd 
had any appetite to challenge the big woman.  When Amber was convinced that Brutus had 
submitted, she lifted her foot off his back.
      "If you want to be any good at your silly football games," she explained to Brutus and 
the crowd, "you need to learn that brute strength isn't enough.  You need to apply strength 
with finesse."  She looked around at the kids staring at her, hanging off her every word.  She 
ambled over to Joey and pulled up on the hem of her puffy blouse.  It did nothing to hide her 
size but did camouflage her muscles.  Slowly, dramatically, Amber lifted her blouse up.  She 
revealed her bulging, fist thick abs and etched lower back.  Every eye in the crowd widened and 
jaws dropped.  As Amber pulled off her blouse, the crowd was forced to appreciate the 
immensity of her muscles.  Stunned whispers echoed through the crowd.  
      "No fucking way."
      "Oh my God"
      "That can't be real."  
      Amber folded her blouse neatly and handed it to Joey.
      "Would you hold this for me Love?"  She asked softly.
      "Sure."  Joey said deferentially.
      Amber laid on the sweetness and winked at Joey. 
      "Thanks Sweetie."  
      Amber turned and walked back into the center of the crowd as she continued her 
lesson.
      "But if all you have is brute strength, then you'd better make darn sure you're the 
strongest one on the field."
      Amber hoisted her arms in a mind-blowing double bicep flex, turning her body so that 
everyone had a view of her god-like physique from the front and the back.  The crowd oohed 
and aahed at the monolithic 25" mounds on her arms.  The cheerleaders sitting next to Joey 
turned to him in disbelief.  The closest, a buxom raven-haired beauty named Becky, scooted 
right next to him.
      "Joey, that's your girl?"
      Joey just smiled at Becky.
      "How do you keep a girl that big happy?  What secrets have you been hiding?"  Becky 
rubbed Joey's arm as he blushed in response to her innuendo.  
      Amber released her flex and walked over to the little car that Brutus had lifted.  Brutus 
was still watching Amber from the ground, too afraid to stand.  She turned back and laughed at 
him dismissively. 
      "Hey Tiny, do you think you could have found a smaller car to lift?"  She asked with 
disdain.
      She walked to the next car, a full-sized pickup.  Two baseball players were watching 
Amber with awe from the tailgate.  
      "Excuse me boys."  She said as she nodded her head, indicating that she wanted the two 
ball players to move.
      They both slowly slid off the tailgate and backed away from the monstrous girl.  Amber 
closed the tailgate and turned her back to the truck.  She squatted down and slipped her hands 
under the fender, looking for solid purchase.  When Amber was set, she tensed her body.  
Unbelievably to the crowd, she began to slowly straighten her legs.  Amber grunted menacingly 
as finger-thick veins erupted all over her arms and torso.  They snaked atop the straining 
boulders on her arms, over her bulging delts, across ballooning meaty pecs and down across 
her core before disappearing into the waistband of her pants.  Her body throbbed with power 
as her legs strained and shook, but relentlessly they straightened.  The crowd of kids was 
thunderstruck at the godly vision and murmurs ranged through them, some of disbelief, some 
of fear, a few of veneration
      "Oh my fucking god."  Becky muttered.
      Her left hand gripped Joey's arm hard as her other pressed hard into her lap.  Another 
cheerleader sat on the opposite side of Joey and held his other arm in both of her hands as she 
gazed in rapture at Amber.  
      When Amber locked her legs at the top of her squat, a haughty smile spread across her 
face.   She cocked her head to the side and said "Well, it wasn't that hard."  The smile 
disappeared, replaced with a look of determination as Amber began to raise her arms.  Her 
elbows pushed out to the side and her wide meaty lats flared, seeming to double the size of her 
upper body.  The rear of the truck rose even higher.  The crowd lost their grip on reality as 
Amber began lifting the pickup truck with her arms for reps.  Amber's distended muscles, her 
unimaginable brawn and power, her absolute dominance commanded adulation from the 
crowd.  
      Becky's hand squeezed Joey's arm until it hurt.  Her eyes went wide as she gasped and 
quivered, a wet spot spreading between her legs as she shuddered through an orgasm right 
there on the bench.  
      After several reps, Amber lowered the rear end of the pickup truck with perfect control.  
She stood tall and proud, shaking out her arms and legs.  One of the boys who had been sitting 
on the tailgate shook his head in disbelief.
      "That can't be real."  He said softly, then repeated it more firmly.  "That was a trick!"
      Amber walked right up to him, the heat and intimidation that oozed from her body 
made him sweat.  She smiled down sympathetically to the high school baseball player.
      "I can do magic too!"  She said brightly.  "Watch."
      She took the baseball out of his hand and held it up with her fingertips around the 
perimeter.  The outrageous veins on her arms erupted again as her fingers pressed into the ball.  
With unremitting force, Amber's fingers pierced the leather skin of the ball before penetrating 
the thousands of layers of yarn and finally splitting the cork core.  She pulled the two halves of 
the ball apart, snapping the last threads of leather and yarn holding it together.  
      "See!"  Amber said with an arrogant smile.  "I turned one ball into two."  The smile 
faded to a serious glare.  "It's not nice to doubt other people's accomplishments."
      Amber walked away from the stupefied baseball player and over to Brutus who was still 
rooted the spot that Amber had ordered him to remain in.  She extended her hand to him.  
Brutus had to suppress an almost overwhelming fear response before he hesitantly took her 
hand.  Amber pulled the thoroughly subdued jock to his feet and looked down on him with a 
maternal gaze.  Brutus slowly raised his head submissively to meet Amber's eyes.  She spoke to 
him slowly and softly.
      "I think it would be a really good choice for you to be more of a gentleman.  To 
everyone."
      "Yes ma'am."  He answered quickly.
      "But especially to my man.  Are we clear about that?"
      "Yes ma'am."  Brutus said again without delay.
      "Don't take tonight as a put down.  Look at it as inspiration."  
      Amber curled an arm in front of her, pulsing her bicep for Brutus to see.  Brutus looked 
at the titanic muscles longingly before looking back up to Amber.
      "Yes ma'am."
      "Good boy."  Amber said encouragingly as she strolled past him to Joey.
      When Amber walked up to the bench where Joey sat, the two cheerleaders were still 
unconsciously gripping onto Joey's arms.  She shook her head with amusement as she gently 
gripped the cheerleaders' hands and plucked them off of Joey.
      "Sorry girls."  She said smugly.  "This man is mine.  You'll have to find your own."  
      The two cheerleaders squirmed in delight when Amber touched them, never taking their 
eyes off of their new hero.  Becky was so taken with the giantess that she didn't even think to 
hide the wet spot in the crotch of her jeans.
      Joey stood, smiling at Amber.  He unfolded her blouse and handed it back to her.  As she 
pulled it over her thick torso, Joey took hold of the hem and helped pull it into place.  He 
reached back to retrieve the lemonade and handed the cup to Amber.
      "Thank you, sweetie."  Amber said lovingly.  In her sweetest little girl voice, she asked 
"Babe, do you think we could go now?"
      Joey played along for the crowd, puffing his chest proudly.  "Sure."  He said.
      Joey embraced Amber's arm and held on to her burly bicep as they walked out of the 
parking lot and started for home, leaving a dazed group of kids behind them.  Once they were 
out of earshot, Amber and Joey burst out laughing.
      "Joey, I hope I didn't embarrass you.  I just hate bullies.  And I won't tolerate them 
picking on you."
      Joey squeezed Amber's arm.  
      "You didn't embarrass me.  I was really worried that you'd lose it, after what you told 
me about Dad last night."
      Amber pursed her lips and nodded.  "You don't have to worry about that.  Now that I 
know that monster is hiding in me, I can keep it in check.  I think I did pretty well!"  
      Joey giggled.  "You did better than pretty well."  Joey lay his head against Amber's 
bowling ball delt.  "You were magnificent."  
      Joey's voice was reverential, and it made Amber's heart flutter.  This was the moment, 
she thought to herself.  But before she could speak, Joey stopped and pulled Amber around to 
face him.
      "Um?Amber?" he asked timorously, that look of adorable submissiveness masking his 
face, "back there?when you said I was your man.  Did you?did you mean?"
      Amber didn't let him finish his question.  "Yes."  She said emphatically.  She squatted to 
Joey's eye level.  "I've been dreaming of a man I could share my life with.  Someone I could care 
for and who would care for me.  Any you're that man."  Amber stood up straight and tall, 
looking down at an enraptured Joey.  "You're MY man."  She said resolutely.  Then her features 
softened, and the innocent, self-conscious girl was back.  "If you want to be."
      Joey threw himself against the stony giant, wrapping his arms as far around her as they 
would go.  
      "Yes!  Please, yes!"  he cried.  
      Amber released the breath she was holding, her relief palpable.  She enveloped Joey in 
rocky beef and lifted him into a wet, rapturous kiss.  A car drove by, full of cheerleaders from 
the drug store parking lot. 
      "OOOO!  Yeah Joey!"
      Amber and Joey busted out laughing again, their moment interrupted as the car sped 
past, the echoes of their cheers drifting in the summer air.
      "Joey, Joey, Joey!"
      Amber snuggled Joey's face.  "I think your senior year reputation is set."  She said with a 
snicker.  "But I'm warning you," she added with a mischievous glint, "I'm the jealous type."
      "There's no one like you."  Joey said genuinely.  "And no one I want to be with more 
than you."
      They kissed again before Amber let Joey slide to the ground to resume their walk home.  
He relished the feeling of bumping over every craggy muscle on the way to his feet.  Joey 
wrapped his hand around Amber's bicep again, humble before his very own female force of 
nature.
?
      Amber and Joey walked in the house quietly.  The home was dark, so Wendy and Alyssa 
were already in bed.  After locking the door behind them, Joey hugged Amber good night then 
turned for his bedroom.  He made it half a step before realizing that Amber still held his hand 
and wasn't letting go.  She spun Joey around and gave him a lusty, dominant look.  She was 
breathing deeply, her nostrils flaring.  
      "What's happening?"  Joey asked softly.
      Amber cocked an eyebrow and smiled wantonly.  Joey shivered.  The sheer sex appeal 
radiating from Amber overwhelmed the little man.  She pulled him closer.
      "My room is this way."  She said suggestively.
      Amber's room was on the opposite side of the house from Wendy and Alyssa's and 
afforded more privacy than Joey's room.  Amber began pulling Joey to her lair and he offered 
no resistance.  Still, he was terrified.  She gently swung Joey into her room and he practically 
flew onto her bed.  Amber shut the door behind her.  She leaned against it and stared at Joey, 
reveling in the anticipation of ravaging him.  Amber took a deep breath and smiled like a hungry 
predator before a meal.  She stalked Joey, who was sitting timidly on the edge of her bed, 
hands in his lap.
      "What are you thinking about?"  Amber asked in a soft, raspy voice as she pulled off her 
hair tie and ruffled out her red hair.  
      Joey's eyes were wide and his breathing was deep.  "Amber," he said in a voice that was 
both sad and scared, "I've?never been with a girl before."  He was ashamed to use the word 
?virgin'; he looked like he wanted to cry.  "I don't know what to do, and I don't want to 
disappoint you."
      Amber was touched that even in a moment of eroticism, Joey was concerned for her.  
She looked at him, full of compassion.  
      "Honey," She said as she caressed his face with a finger, "I would have been surprised if 
you weren't a virgin.  I'll show you everything you need to know.  You're already are a very good 
kisser."  She said as a salacious smile grew on her face.  
      Joey blushed as he shyly looked away from Amber.  Amber pulled Joey's face back up 
with one finger while her other hand swirled around his chest, tickling one of his nipples.
      "Are you ready for me?"  Amber asked him softly.
      "Yes."  Joey whispered cravingly.
      Amber began undressing Joey.  His ardor increased as every piece of clothing came off 
and Amber fondled his newly bared skin.  When he was finally nude before his titaness, Joey 
was more erect than ever in his life.  Even though the room was warm, Joey was quaking.  
Amber stepped back from him, her eyes narrowing in lust.  She slipped off her blouse and threw 
it into the corner.  She turned around and, hinging at the waist, slipped her hands into the 
waistband of her spandex pants.  Slowly, teasingly, she slid them down her tree trunk legs.  Joey 
gasped at the muscular ripples in Amber's fabulously large glutes, and her huge chunky 
hamstrings and calves.  When Amber turned to face Joey again, she slipped off her bra.  Joey 
gaped at the nude herculean body of his girlfriend.  He saw her naked for the first time.  She 
was stunning and he wanted to stare at her muscular perfection forever.  The parts of her 
physique that had been hidden from view were astonishing.  It was hard to tell where Amber's 
pecs ended and her breasts began.  She had so much banded muscle in her chest that her 
pillowy pecs seamlessly blended into her breasts.  Each pec was capped with a thick brownish 
nipple, half an inch long.  When she saw him staring, she flexed her pecs, sending a wave of 
power rolling up her chest.  Amber ran her hands down her brickwork abs before resting them 
on her hips.  Joey's eyes followed.  Sex-ed had not prepared him for the glory of Amber's 
vagina.  He barely recognized her sex as female.  A luxurious V of dark hair crowned her 
genitals.  Below that was a thick clit, a four-inch display of veiny, erect female supremacy.  
Amber extended her hand to Joey, who rose to accept it submissively.  Amber pulled him 
against her, and he melted into her body.  He caressed every bulbous muscle and kissed every 
striation.  He was dripping pre-cum.  Amber wanted Joey's first time to be special.  Tonight 
would be about him, and she would carry him up the ladder of pleasure.  
      Joey moaned in sensual agony.  Amber knew it was time to start off by rocking her little 
man's world.  She slid one hand down his back and gripped him gently between the legs.  Joey 
stiffened in surprise as her hand tightened, his penis and balls hanging out between her fingers.  
As she curled her arm up, Joey's head rested on her bicep.  She lifted her arm until his stiff rod 
was tickling her lips.  Amber's other hand committed sexy torture, tweaking his nipples, 
massaging his balls and tickling his anus.  She sucked in Joey's penis and raped it with her lush 
lips and talented tongue.  Joey lost all control, convulsing and quivering as he came in her 
mouth.  Amber sucked Joey dry before cradling his limp body like a baby.  She smiled at her 
prize as he struggled to speak.
      "A?Amber?I?I?I love you!"  
      Joey was on the verge of passing out, but he threw his arms around her neck and held 
his love tightly. 
      Amber raped his mouth with her tongue as she lay on the bed with Joey curled on top of 
her.  
      "I love you too my tiny prince." She said between kisses.
      Joey's head rested on Amber's chest.  A turgid nipple grazed his lips and he opened 
them to worship it.  He kissed the nipple gently, peering up at his lover to ensure she approved.  
Amber lovingly stroked his face, smiling down at her supplicant.  
      "Does this feel good?"  Joey asked her.
      "You tell me."  Amber said teasingly.  She rolled over on Joey and tongued his nipples.  
Electric shocks buzzed through Joey's body, stiffening him again.  Amber rolled over onto her 
back and placed Joey's head back on her chest.  Joey dove onto Amber's nipples with a thirst, 
pleasing her greatly.  When those fabulous nipples lengthened in his mouth, Joey knew he had 
it right and he sighed contentedly.  But he wanted to please Amber more.  
      "How do I give you the same feeling you gave me?"  He asked, wide eyed.
      "Slide down."  Amber answered, happy to oblige.
      Amber opened her legs and Joey crawled between the muscular pillars.  He nuzzled the 
tree trunks of quad that surrounded him before descending to her vagina.  He looked up 
expectantly, waiting for Amber's instruction. 
      "Kiss my clit gently, then all around the outside of my vagina."  She told him.  He did as 
he was bid.  "Good."  She said breathlessly.  "Now put your lips on my clit and suck it in and out.  
Tease it with your tongue, softly.  Yes, that's it."
      Amber luxuriated in the feeling of Joey's ministrations.  
      "Joey?"
      He popped his head up.
      "Stick your middle finger gently into me, like you're trying to press under my belly 
button."
      He tried, but his finger wasn't quite long enough.
      "Press all your fingers together and use your hand."
      Joey followed Amber's direction.  She was very wet and as he gently pressed his fingers 
into her, he found that they slid smoothly into her tight tunnel.  Her vagina gripped him 
powerfully.  His fingers found a fleshy bump, which he caressed lovingly.  As Joey manipulated 
her, he resumed his oral worship of her clit.  He lost all track of time, focusing only on the cues 
of Amber's body.  When she started panting, sweating and shuddering uncontrollably, Joey 
nearly burst with pride.
      "Pull your hand out!"  Amber gasped.  "Rub my clit!  Hard!"
      Joey did and was rewarded with a blast of cum from Amber's vagina.  
      "Oh shit!"  Amber wheezed as her body convulsed through a toe-curling orgasm.  "I've 
never cum that strongly before!"
      Joey sat back, chuckling gleefully as he watched his goddess.  He had rendered her 
completely powerless and it was an amazing feeling.  Amber ran her hand over her vagina, 
coating it in her juices.  When she finally settled down, she sat up in bed, and gave Joey the 
most appreciative look he had ever received.  He hurried into her arms.  Amber brought her 
hand, coated in her sticky sweet juices, to his mouth.  Joey accepted it and tongue fucked her 
fingers, his head bobbing as he licked each one clean.
      "You are a champion!"  Amber told Joey as she squeezed him to her.
      Joey was as content as he could be as they lay back down together.  But a seed of doubt 
lingered in his mind.
      "Amber?"  he asked softly.  "Why me?  You could have anyone."
      Amber rolled on top of Joey.  She held her head in her hands over him as she mashed his 
tiny body into the mattress.
      "Joey, I'm picky as hell.  I've dated a few guys who I thought might meet my standards.  
None of them lasted long.  NONE of them could hold a candle to the man you are."
      The shadow of self-doubt, built up from years of trauma, tried to intrude on Joey's 
crowning moment.  
      "But I'm just a skinny weakling who isn't even out of high school."   He said.
      "Joey, you make me feel?cherished.  You understand me, and all the stupid things that 
make me happy.  Because a lot of them make you happy too.  You appreciate me for who I am.  
I don't have to pretend around you.  You have no idea how rare that is.  OK, you're three years 
younger than me.  Big whoop.  And ok, you're 160 pounds lighter and a foot shorter than me.  
That sure didn't stop you from getting a cum bath from the orgasm you just gave me."
      Joey and Amber giggled together.
      "Joey, you've been through so much adversity in your life.  You'd have every right to 
whine about it.  But you don't.  You find the good parts and focus on them.  You find solutions 
and fight for them.  You're not some little pussy bitch.  You define the term ?man up'."
      Amber caressed his face with her lips.
      "Joey, you're my hero.  And I want to be yours forever."
      Joey's heart nearly exploded out of his chest.
      "Amber, please take me!"   
      Joey threw his hands around her neck and pulled her down on top of him.  They kissed 
passionately as Amber rolled onto her back.
      "No little one, you take me!"
      Amber pressed Joey down her body one more time, depositing him between her 
upraised legs.  "Fuck me Joey!"
      Joey realized that he was rock hard again.  He held onto the mammoth legs for support 
and slipped his cock into Amber.  As he began to thrust, the sensations of her tight, throbbing 
vagina electrified him.  
      "Harder Joey!"  Amber demanded.  "Do me like you mean it!"
      Joey gritted his teeth and slammed into Amber for all he was worth.  The sound of wet 
skin slapping and squishing filled Joey's consciousness.  Amber gloried in bursting Joey's cherry.  
When Joey climaxed, it was like his mind and body had exploded.  Amber clamped down on her 
vaginal walls, holding Joey prisoner and enhancing the overwhelming sensations.  When they 
passed, he collapsed onto Amber's abs, his face disappearing in the deep canyons between her 
thick bricks.  Amber pulled Joey up her hulking torso and wrapped him in burly arms.
      "I love you."  They both sighed at the same time.
      "Come on big man, let's go shower."
      Amber carried Joey into her shower where they soaped each other, wallowing in the hot 
water.  As Joey dried off, Amber disappeared from the bathroom.  He looked at himself in the 
mirror.  He didn't look any different, but he felt like a new person.  Joey felt like a man for the 
first time in his life and it was exhilarating.  He walked back into the bedroom to find Amber 
changing the sheets.  
      "We're not sleeping in any wet spots tonight."  She chortled.  
      Joey helped her finish, then crawled into bed with her.  The naked couple held each 
other close and fell into a deep and satisfying sleep.
      
      The next morning, Wendy and Alyssa awoke and started their morning routine.  Alyssa 
had the coffee ready and breakfast almost done, but there was no sign of Amber or Joey.  
      "This is weird."  Wendy said as she knocked on Joey's door.  "Wake up sleepy head.  
Coffee's ready."  
      When there was no answer, Wendy cracked the door and stuck her head inside.
      "ALYSSA!"  Wendy screeched.  "Joey's bed hasn't been slept in."
      Panic rose in both of the women.  Alyssa rushed to Amber's room and swung the door 
open.  It took her a beat to absorb the sight in front of her as Amber and Joey tried to cover 
themselves in sheets, red with guilt.
      "Don't worry Wendy!"  Alyssa called.  "I found them."
      Wendy's head popped over Alyssa's shoulder in gleeful surprise.
      "Oh my god!  Did you two do it" Wendy yelped.
      "OK, that's enough."  Joey said with what little authority he could muster.  
      Amber and Alyssa howled at this embarrassment.
      "Honey buns," Alyssa answered, "you're living in a house full of women.  Suck it up."
      "Oh, he did," Amber said teasingly, "he REALLY did."
      Wendy and Alyssa left the lovebirds so they could dress.  Joey's head collapsed against 
Amber's swollen delt.
      "This is going to be a long day, isn't yet."  He said, shaking his head.
      "Yep."  Amber answered.  "But when it's over, the night will be all ours again." 
?
      Summer was drawing to its inevitable end and that meant that Joey would soon be 
returning to high school.  He also felt in his heart that his time with Amber was drawing to a 
close.  It was a future that Joey was actively ignoring.  As the summer heat reached its peak, he 
felt the impending changes deeply in his heart and it left him despondent.  It was clear to Joey 
that he couldn't bear to be separated from his best friend and now lover.  It was much less clear 
to him what, if anything he could do about it.  
      Amber felt the same pangs as Joey.  She came to spend the summer with Alyssa and 
Wendy for support as she tried to find the right school for her graduate and doctoral programs.  
She had absolutely no expectation that she'd discover a soulmate.  What had been a daunting 
universe of school choices was now much simpler.  Amber wanted to be close to Joey.  Their 
love was young and, while their feelings for each other were strong, it would need time and 
attention to flower.  A long-distance relationship just wouldn't do.  Thankfully, one of Amber's 
leading school options was just 30 minutes away.  Amber contacted the university, fully 
expecting that she was too late to enter the Fall term.  But when the recruiters received her 
transcripts and undergraduate recommendations, they jumped on the opportunity to reel in a 
clearly brilliant student.  So, on this Monday morning, Amber drove to the University for a long 
day of interviews and campus tours.  Amber told Alyssa and Wendy about her plans, asking if 
they would be willing to let her live with them.  The women were beside themselves with glee.  
Amber insisted that they keep the prospect a secret from Joey until she was sure it would 
happen.  She didn't want to get his hopes up unnecessarily.   It took every bit of their prodigious 
discipline for Alyssa and Wendy to keep the secret, but they did.  Joey endured his hopelessness 
in silence.
      On the same Monday, Joey had his own educational adventure at his high school's 
orientation day.  Conveniently, he was closer to school now that he lived with Wendy and 
Alyssa, so he walked the two miles to campus.  Joey was apprehensive about the half day 
orientation.  It would be the first time meeting any classmates since the incident between the 
jocks and Amber at the drug store parking lot.  Joey wasn't at all sure how this would go.  He 
found out as soon as he arrived at school.  As he walked down the crowded hallways, he was 
greeted by every jock he passed.
      "What's up, man."
      "Hey Joey."
      "What's going on dude?"
      Jock's never spoke to Joey.  It was weird, but he went with the flow, smiling and waving 
at all of them like it was the most normal thing in the world.   The biggest shock came when a 
gaggle of cheerleaders all sang "Hi Joey" in unison, and Becky, the busty brunette beauty, laid 
her hand on his arm as she passed.  Other students began to notice the attention Joey was 
receiving.  One of the class troublemakers sauntered up and blocked Joey's path.  
      "Hey twig," he laughed, "I hear you've got a steroid dyke for a girlfriend.  What are you? 
Some kind of schmoe?  Does she use you as her skinny dildo?"
      The jerk thought he was being funny, and a small crowd gathered to watch the show.  It 
took an unexpected turn when Brutus, the football player that Amber had humiliated, stepped 
between Joey and the jerk.
      "What's with the disrespect, dude?"  Brutus asked the jerk threateningly.  "If you mess 
with Joey or his girl, you mess with me."
      The jerk had no idea what was happening.  How had he pissed off this big guy.  He 
started to back away.
      "I was just kidding.  Sorry."  He said sheepishly.
      Brutus clapped Joey on the back as he prepared to continue on his way. 
      "Later little dude.  Let me know if that guy messes with you again."
      A tall blonde cheerleader walked up and hooked her arm around Joey's. 
      "I'll walk with Joey."  The gorgeous girl said to Brutus.  She looked down at Joey with 
bright blue eyes and added "No one will bother you while you're with me."
      "Thanks Darcy."  Brutus said to his girlfriend as he walked off.
      All the other students stood by in shock as the untouchably beautiful cheerleader led 
Joey away.  The little dumb kid was practically a celebrity.  They arrived at the basketball court, 
which was set up with tables where the seniors were choosing their classes.  
      "You gonna be good?"  Darcy asked Joey as they walked in?
      "Uh, yeah Darcy."  Joey said warmly. "Thanks." 
      She flashed him her pearly white million-dollar grin as she pulled him close for a one-
armed hug.  
      "No worries.  See you later.  OK?"  She said.
      "Sure."  Joey said as a sense of exhilaration filled him.
      He went through the lines to fill out his class schedule, then walked to the cafeteria, 
where the entire senior class would receive their orientation.  As he was accustomed to, Joey 
found a seat alone off in the corner.  As other students filed in, several of the cheerleaders, 
including Becky and Darcy, saw Joey sitting alone and sat with him.  They all treated him like a 
lifelong friend.  Jocks came over and sat with them as well.  Soon, Joey was surrounded by the 
most prestigious members of the class.  He felt like a prince.  
      When the orientation was over, Joey walked outside with his new friends.  Wendy had 
promised to pick him up and take him to lunch, which Joey was looking forward to.  As he was 
waiting, Joey saw another classmate being harassed by the jerk who had accosted him earlier in 
the day.  The boy he way bullying, Max, was a lot like joey; he was skinny, awkward and a nerd.  
Unlike Joey, Max was a really smart.  Joey and Max were friendly, but not close friends.  
Nevertheless, Joey couldn't stand seeing Max being bullied.  The day had filled Joey with 
confidence, and he wasn't going to ignore the injustice.  He marched over to Max's side and 
told the bully to leave him alone.  The jerky boy looked at Joey in utter shock.  He was ready to 
lay into Joey when he remembered Brutus' warning earlier in the day.  Becky and Darcy saw 
what was happening and stood behind Max and Joey, staring the jerk down with fiery eyes.  
Other jocks soon joined, forcing the jerk to back down for a second time that day.  He slunk 
away totally flummoxed and wondering what in the hell the world was coming to.
      Joey thanked everyone for standing with him, and asked Max if he was ok.  Max nodded 
that he was and, though tongue-tied, finally found his voice and added his thanks.  A red-
headed cheerleader chucked Max under the chin and told him he was cute.  The group was 
laughing when one of the baseball players looked up and froze; he was wonderstruck with his 
eyes big and mouth open, drawing everyone's attention.
      "Whoa."  Was all he could say.
      Joey turned and saw Wendy walking up.  He couldn't help but smile at her; she always 
had that effect on him.  Wendy was dressed professionally in a sleeveless blouse that 
highlighted her well-muscled arms and defined round delts, not to mention her ample bouncing 
bosom.  Her skirt ended just above her knees, displaying thick heart shaped calves in 
permanent flex from her high heels.  Just a hint of Wendy's quads peeked out and stretched the 
skirt tight.  The whole outfit emphasized the V of her upper body, sensuously wide hips and 
jutting glutes.  Joey knew very well that Wendy was an erotic muscle goddess who made both 
men and women weak in the knees.  Today was no exception.  With three-inch heels, the 6 foot 
tall Wendy was now almost Amber's imposing height.  And while Wendy wasn't nearly as 
muscular as Amber, she was far more muscular than any one of these kids.  She simply oozed 
powerful sex appeal.
      As Wendy approached the knot of kids, she took notice of Joey and another small boy 
surrounded by much larger jocks and pretty girls in their cheerleader outfits.  She smiled 
imperiously at them.  Amber told her about the "discipline" she imposed on the jocks, and 
Wendy was pleased that they seemed to be treating her little treasure with respect.  Joey knew 
the kids would be wondering who this muscle-wrapped vision was and why she was bearing 
down on them.  
      "Hey sis!"  he called, sending the clear message that she was his, and he hers.  
      The hunky guys and hot girls all looked at Joey in disbelief, then back to the goddess.  
How were they possibly related?
      "Hey babe."  Wendy chirped.  
      She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek with her rich red, sensuous lips.    Every 
guy envied Joey at that moment.  As Wendy straightened, she noticed the red imprint of her 
lips on Joey's cheek.  She grinned; she'd done that on purpose.  She liked teasing and relished 
the idea of reinforcing the reputation Amber had started building for Joey.  She seductively 
licked her thumb and lovingly held Joey's head as she tenderly wiped the offending lipstick off 
of Joey's cheek.    Joey chuckled under Wendy's attention.   He turned to the group.
      "Hey everyone, this is my sister, Wendy."
      The kids all greeted her with reverence as she smiled at them and said "hi".  Joey put his 
arm around Max and pulled him to the front. 
      "And this is my friend Max."
      Wendy knew exactly what Joey was doing.  He wanted Max to enjoy some of the 
reputational aura he was bathing in.  Max was a statue, completely overawed by Wendy.  
Wendy could tell he was too shy to move, so she reached her hand out and took hold of his 
upper arm.  She lifted it up as she slid her hand down his arm until she had hold of his hand, 
swallowing it in her powerful but tender grip.
      "It's wonderful to meet you Max."  
      A goddess had spoken to him!  Max's heart leapt from his chest.
      "Hi!"  he squeaked.  
      Wendy smirked at the infatuated boy before letting his hand go.  
      "You ready to go?"  she asked Joey as she wrapped him in a long vascular arm.
      "Yep."  He said.  "Bye guys.  See you next week."  
      The kids said goodbye as they watched Wendy's brawny body walk away, her perfect 
glutes swaying as her muscled legs strutted.  Every guy present had to adjust his hard-on; every 
girl felt her vagina flutter.
      
      At lunch, Joey told Wendy about his strange day.
      "I've never felt like I belonged in school.  Ever.  It was so weird."  He mused.
      "Well, I'm proud of you for sticking up for Max."  Wendy said with conviction.  "It takes a 
big man to remember where you came from and protect the one's still there."  
      Joey blushed at Wendy's praise.  Then he was pensive.
      "Wendy?"
      "Hmm?"
      "Am I a schmoe?"
      Wendy looked at Joey in shock.  "What?  Baby, no!  Why are you asking that?"
      Joey was sheepish as he described what the bully had said to him about Amber.  
      "Honey,"Wendy paused and chose her words carefully.  "A schmoe is someone who 
really likes muscular women.  Some are fans, some are, stalkerish.  It isn't always a good term.  
Clearly this jerk didn't mean it in a nice way."
      "But Amber does have muscles.  So do you.  Am I one a schmoe because I love you?"
      Wendy shook her head in frustration, not at Joey, but at the jerk who put this notion in 
his head.
      "Why are you angry Wendy?"  Joey asked with trepidation.
      "I'm not mad, sweetie.  It's just that Lys, Amber and I have all dealt with stalker 
schmoes, and it leaves a bad taste in our mouths."  She didn't say that if she ever got her hands 
on the kid called Joey a schmoe, she'd snap him over her thigh.  "Hon, if I didn't have muscles, 
would you love me?"
      "Of course."  Joey answered immediately.  
      "If Amber didn't have muscles, would you still be crushing on her?"
      "Yeah."  Joey said with a lusty grin.
      "Then you're not a schmoe."  Wendy said with finality.  "You love a few women who 
have muscle.  Big difference."
      Joey absorbed Wendy's thoughts.  Maybe she was right.
      "I love you Wendy."  He said contritely.
      Wendy pushed her plate to his side of the booth they sat in.  She slid out and moved 
over to sit next to Joey.  Her hips pushed him aside, making him giggle.  She pulled him into her 
side and kissed his head.  "I love you too munchkin."  
?
      Wendy dropped Joey off at home and returned to work.  Alyssa was still at work and 
Amber had yet to return from her mysterious errands so the house was quiet.  Joey went to his 
room and sat at the computer.  The words thrown at him by the school bully were swirling in 
his head and he couldn't repress his curiosity.  He began searching on the terms: steroid dyke, 
schmoe, dildo.  The results led Joey down a rabbit hole about muscle women, each discovery 
more shocking and enticing than the last.  As he perused blogs, forums and videos, several 
things occurred to Joey.  First and foremost was the fact that Amber was larger and more 
muscular than any other woman he saw.  He wondered if she was the most muscular woman 
on the planet.  The second theme that intruded on Joey's psyche was what muscle women did 
to men, big and little, in the videos he saw.  There were endless demonstrations of wrestling, 
domination, forced muscle worship, men and women used as sexual toys and in some cases 
rape.  Is this what muscular women liked?  It didn't make sense.  Even Wendy and Alyssa's 
physiques put to shame many of the muscle women he saw on the internet.  Along with Amber, 
the women of Joey's new family had been only kind, nurturing and loving to him.  They were 
nothing like what he saw on his screen.  Or were they?  Wendy and Amber mercilessly beat his 
father, or so they told him.  When Amber and Alyssa were lifting in the gym they were 
aggressive, even dominant, as they grunted and roared and heaved huge amounts of weight 
almost violently.  The third thing that was crystal clear to Joey was how erotic all this was.  As 
he surfed from one web site to the next, he became more and more aroused.  He limped to his 
bathroom and masturbated, not to the women he saw online, but to thoughts of Amber.
      The sounds of cars in the driveway shook Joey from his engrossing research.  Despite 
relieving himself, he was becoming hard again.  He straightened himself and stretched out the 
kinks that wracked his body from sitting for so long before going to see who had come home.  
By the sounds of laughter and screeching, all three women were back and happy about 
something.  Joey walked into the living room and everyone turned to him, practically bursting 
with excitement.  They were looking at him like it was Christmas morning and they were going 
to watch him unwrap the best present of his life.  Amber sauntered up to Joey, grinning from 
ear to ear.
      "I have good news." She sang.
      Amber held up a brochure from the nearby university.  Joey looked at it questioningly at 
first, then got it.
      "You're going there?"  he asked hopefully.
      "I most certainly am."  Amber answered proudly.  "The term starts in two weeks.  And I'll 
be living here, with my sister, my bestie?and my man."
      Joey was flooded with so many emotions he didn't know how to process them all.  Relief 
washed over him; he wouldn't be separated from the woman he loved.  Excitement filled him; 
the future with his girlfriend was secure.  Passion burned in him; the erotic world Amber had 
opened for him would only get wider.  Apprehension nagged at him; after what he saw on the 
internet, could he learn how to please a muscle goddess and survive?  As Joey's mind swirled, 
his small body shook.  Amber waited impatiently for Joey's reaction.  He looked like a pony 
ready to bolt, but he couldn't quite figure out how.  Alyssa finally pushed him out of the gate.
      "Well go hug her, you little love bug!  You know you want to."
      Joey jumped into Amber's waiting arms.  He squeezed her so hard that his arms turned 
white.  Amber coo'ed in his ear as she held him.  
      "Are you happy?" she asked, unnecessarily.
      "Oh god yes."  Joey said through tears of joy.  
      Wendy and Alyssa held hands, so happy for their baby siblings.  
      Wendy finally interrupted the PDA.  "I hate to break this little party up?" She said.
      Amber and Joey separated just enough to look at her.
      "We're all going out to dinner to celebrate."
      Joey was beside himself.  "I get to go to two restaurants in one day?  AWESOME!"
      "Yes," Wendy chuckled, "but first, you and I have a chore."
      Joey slipped out of Amber's arms.  "Ok, what're we doing?"
      Wendy sighed.  "The police have finished searching Mom's house, so they're ready to let 
us in to get the rest of your things.  A detective will meet us there to look at what we take out.  
Let's get it over with so we can celebrate for the rest of the night."
      Joey was apprehensive about going back to his Mom's, but he knew it had to happen at 
some point.  
      "Mom won't be there, right?"  he asked.
      "No, she's still in jail.  Her bail hearing won't be for a few more days."  Wendy looked 
back at Alyssa.  "We'll be back soon.  This shouldn't take long."
      Joey pulled Amber's head down for a kiss, then followed Wendy to her Jeep.  
      From the outside, Joey's old house looked exactly as he remembered it.  It had only 
been a couple of months since he left, but it felt like an eternity ago.  The inside of the house 
was a different story.  With his mother still in jail, no one had cleaned up the mess from the 
brawl.  Joey's senses were assaulted by the sights and smells of crusty vomit, dried blood and 
the detritus from the EMT's medical interventions.  It was disgusting and frightening scene.  
Blood splatter was everywhere.  Joey remembered that Amber had, as she put it, "shoved his 
Dad's head through a wall."  There in front of him was the proof, a blood ringed hole in the wall.  
It made Joey shiver.  Joey overheard the detective mention a video that Wendy had taken of 
the whole incident.  He just had to know.
      "Wendy, can I see the video?"
      "No."  she said flatly.  "There's nothing in there you need to see."
      Joey chewed on her rejection for a moment.  "Dad's in it."
      "So?"  Wendy asked.
      Joey looked at her with burning curiosity.  "Wendy, I've never seen him.  Mom doesn't 
have pictures or videos or anything.  Don't you think I have a right to see him at least once?"
      Wendy threw her head back and rolled her eyes.  She really didn't want Joey to see the 
violence of that night, but in a way, he was right.  She sighed deeply.  "Fine.  But I don't like it.  
Neither Amber nor I are proud of what happened here.  I don't want this to affect how you see 
us.
      "It won't."  Joey said honestly, squeezing her hand.
      Wendy pulled out her phone and opened up the video.  Joey was revolted by the 
inebriated man who was his father.  As he continued to watch though, Joey feared Wendy 
might have been right to withhold the video.  Seeing his beloved sister viciously stalk and 
systematically dismantle his father was frightening.  Worse still was the casual brutality of 
Amber's beating.  Seeing her hold his limp body high overhead gripped his stomach.  With her 
bulging physique and murderous glare, she looked like a vengeful god ready to end the life of a 
puny mortal.  He turned his eyes away from the screen and looked at the mess of blood in the 
room and the gaping hole in the wall.  His imagination tied the physical evidence of the fight to 
the scenes in the video.  As Joey turned pale, Wendy silently cursed herself for giving in to him.  
She pulled his head into her breasts, hiding his eyes from the room while she ran her fingers 
through his hair to settle him down.  
      "We should get this over with."  She whispered.
      "Yeah."  Joey answered quietly.  "I want out of here."
      The pair went to Joey's room to collect his clothes and the few remaining items he really 
wanted.  As they left, Joey looked at a small framed photo of him and his mom.  It was from a 
day at a park years ago, one of the very few good memories he had of her.  He turned away and 
walked to the door before pausing.  Joey exhaled deeply before retrieving the photo and adding 
it to his things.  He averted his eyes from the blood and bile on the way out of the house.  The 
detective who met them poked through his belongings briefly before sending them on their 
way.  
      Joey kept his hand on Wendy's ridged thigh for the entire ride home.  The powerful limb 
was a lethal weapon, but holding Wendy soothed his agitation.  When they got home, Joey 
retreated to his room to drop his things and change.  He forced the images of savagery from his 
mind and went to meet his family.  Amber watched Joey closely as he emerged from his room.  
Wendy told her that she had shared the video with Joey, and why.  Amber hated that Joey saw 
her at her absolute worst, but she grudgingly understood why.  Joey walked straight up to 
Amber and stood close against her.  He lay his forehead against the thick pillow of her pecs, his 
nose fitting into the deep crevasse between them.  Joey ran his hands up and down Amber's 
bare forearms.  He breathed in her perfumed scent while he drew solace from the feeling of her 
body.  He tilted his head up and stared at his love with puppy dog eyes.  She smiled down at 
Joey, relieved that he seemed fine. She tenderly ran her hands up his back, sending chills down 
Joey's spine, before kissing his forehead and pulling it back into her chest.
      "You ready to party, sugar?"  she asked.
      Joey nodded as he pulled back.  Amber's enchanting grey eyes, set in a cinnamon 
tanned face framed in loose red hair, twinkled at him.  Joey let Amber's seductive beauty push 
the memory of her ruthless barbarity from his mind.  
      Wendy and Alyssa took them to a fancy Italian restaurant for supper.  It was the best 
tasting food Joey had ever eaten.  Amber even slipped him some of her red wine, which went 
straight to his head.  Joey immersed himself in celebration, the unnerving events of the early 
evening forgotten.  On the way home, Joey enjoyed the privacy of a dark back seat as he 
cuddled against Amber's side.  Amber petted the small boy, resisting the urge to pull him into 
her lap and maul his pretty face.   As they pulled into the driveway, Joey and Amber both 
smoothed out the wrinkles in their clothes and got out of the car trying to look innocent.  In the 
house, Amber announced she was going to take a shower after her long day.  The tipsy group 
said their goodnights and went to their rooms.  As he changed into his night clothes, Joey could 
just barely overhear the sounds of passion from Wendy and Alyssa's room.  It made him chuckle 
with guilt.  He woke up his computer, the last femuscle web site he surfed still in the top 
window.  The aural and visual stimulation, as well as the tiny bit of wine, was making Joey hot 
again.  He bit his bottom lip.  "Should I sneak over to Amber's room?" he asked himself aloud, 
wondering if she would be expecting him.  	?
      Joey closed the open windows on his computer, gazing lustily at each, one last time; 
Amber Deluca's meaty butt facesitting a skinny worshipper, Nuriye Evans threatening to crush a 
weak man in her burly arms, Angela Salvagno's sinewy hands giving a bone snapping massage, 
Sheena effortlessly twisting a challenger into a pretzel before sending him to dreamland.  Joey 
summoned his courage and quietly slipped from his room, tiptoeing across the house to 
Amber's bedroom.  He put his ear up to the door, hearing only the soft tinkle of water from a 
shower.  Why was he so freaking nervous?  He chided himself as butterflies gnawed at his 
stomach.   "Amber is my best friend.  I've made love to her.  Why am I acting like a scaredy 
cat?"  He rapped lightly on the door, expecting neither an answer nor receiving one.  He gently 
opened Amber's door and entered her room.  He crept up to the cracked bathroom door and 
peered inside through the steam.
      "It's about time you came."  Amber said in her silky deep voice, making Joey jump out of 
his skin.  "You'd better get in here before I have to come out there and get you."  Amber's 
insinuated threat thrilled Joey.  He knew exactly why he was nervous.  No, scared.  Scared to 
death.  He'd never viewed Amber through the lens of muscle domination, a world only hours 
old to him.  The idea of it bent his mind, and not completely in a good way.
      Joey walked into the bathroom.  Amber stood impatiently in the glass enclosed shower, 
hands on her wide muscle wrapped hips.  When Joey didn't move quickly enough, she cocked 
an eyebrow at him.  He got the message and started stripping out of his clothes.  He never took 
his eyes off of his love.  Water flowed down the female leviathan, falling over peaks and 
through valleys in her muscles before cascading off her like muscle worshiping waterfalls.  Joey 
stepped gingerly into the shower and directly into Amber's arms.  He pressed his groin hard into 
the top of a quad, massaging himself in the crevices between the thick steel cables of muscle.  
Joey nuzzled Amber's thick pecs, plucking a swollen nipple with his lips before resting his head 
on her chest.  Amber could feel the pounding of Joey's heart reverberating through her body.
      "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"  Amber asked him.  "I can tell 
you're preoccupied."  When Joey hesitated, she tightened her arms around him and slid him up 
her solid body until his eyes were level with hers.  His feet dangled a foot off the shower floor.  
"Talk to me."  She said in a soft but firm voice.
      Joey told her about the bully's taunts from earlier in the day, calling him a schmoe and 
her dildo.  Embers of anger began to burn in the back of Amber's eyes, but Joey extinguished 
them immediately.  "Don't worry about him."  Joey explained.  "Your buddy Brutus stepped in."
      "Well good for him for learning a lesson so well."  Amber said with satisfaction.
      "Anyway," Joey continued, "That isn't exactly what's bothering me.  I didn't know what a 
schmoe was, so I came home and looked it up.  One thing led to another.  I didn't know there 
was a whole muscle woman world."
      "Why is that bothering you?"  Amber rasped as she tongued his ear.  "You already have 
a big girl of your very own."  
      Joey's skin erupted in goosebumps as Amber sensually mauled his face.  "It isn't about 
the muscle girls themselves," he said between gasps of pleasure, "It's what the muscle girls do 
to guys like me."
      Amber pulled her head back.  She began to understand where this was going.  "Like 
what exactly?"  she probed.
      "Well," Joey trembled, "the control," he hesitated again, "the fighting, the 
dominance?the rape.  You've never been that way with me."
      Amber giggled.  "You realize most all of that stuff is fake, right?"  Joey suspected Amber 
was correct, but a part of him wasn't sure.  "What did you think about it?"  Amber asked 
cautiously.
      "Well," Joey said timidly, "some of it scared me a little.  OK, some of it scared me a lot.  
Some of the women I saw looked like they were really hurting people and they liked it.  And 
sometimes?"  Joey dropped his eyes, ashamed to look Amber in the face, "sometimes it was 
really hot."
      Amber squeezed her little man.  "Oh baby," she said with a gentle laugh.  "You're so 
innocent sometimes.  You know, I've been approached to do those videos.  Alysssa and Wendy 
have to."
      Joe jolted his head up.  "What?!  Seriously?"
      Amber nodded.  "Yep.  They're all fake babe.  Some guys have a fetish for submitting to 
women who can squash them like bugs.  Some of the girls in those videos really do enjoy it, the 
power trips and the sex.  Some just do it for the money, because bodybuilding is an expensive 
sport and there isn't much money in it any other way.  It never made sense for me though.  I 
can make ends meet, so I don't need the money and the sexual fantasy part was never 
compelling to me.  I mean, in those dom relationships, the power and the pleasure lie with the 
sub.  The dom uses her strength on a guy, but HE gets to decide when to tap out.  If I seriously 
got off on being a dom, then I'd want to be the one deciding when a guy has had enough."  
Amber pulled Joey tight and flexed her upper body, making her muscle fibers and veins pop 
menacingly.  She put her face right up against his and whispered conspiratorially, "But in my 
case, that'd be pretty dangerous.  No one can stand up to my muscles."  She relaxed her flex 
and kissed his nose.  "That's why I'd rather just love on you."   Amber kissed Joey's waiting lips, 
lightly at first, then she slowly unfurled her tongue in his mouth.  He wrapped his arms tight 
around her bull neck and leaned hard against her.  After a few minutes of kissing, Amber pulled 
back and shot Joey a naughty eye.  "If you want me to be a bossy muscle bitch in bed, I can do 
that for you."  
      Joey giggled demurely.  "I might like that."  He whispered back.  "I like feeling how 
strong you are."  All the muscle talk was revving up Joey's engine.  His tool was rock hard, and 
he was desperately jerking harder and harder against Amber.
      "You need to slow down little man.  Tonight is going to be a marathon, not a sprint.  Let 
me help you relax."  Amber swung Joey's legs up and wrapped his ankles in one large hand; her 
other hand gently held Joey around the neck and chest.  She smoothly hoisted him up over her 
head so that he was face down, his dick dangling like a lure.  Joey's hands gripped Amber's 
forearm, covering just a small fraction of it.  Amber smiled with glee and lowered Joey's 
manhood in and out of her mouth.  The aerial blowjob sent waves of electricity through his 
body, before one giant orgasm jolted his system.  Amber sucked Joey dry before lowering him 
into a cradle.  "Now let's see how quick we can get you hard again."  She giggled.  
      The lovers stepped out of the shower and dried themselves.  Amber began rubbing 
lotion on her torso.  She looked back at Joey, who was watching her with desire.  "Want to do 
my back?"  she asked lustily.  Joey held out his hands and she filled them with the perfumed 
cream.  He massaged the lotion into her mountainous back, marveling at the contrast of silky, 
soft skin with the dense firm muscle below it.  Amber admired Joey's naked little body and 
worshipful eyes in the mirror.  
      "Amber, you're unbelievable."  Joey said with awe.  He got on his tiptoes and kissed her 
protruding traps.  In a voice full of adoration but also sadness, he said "I don't deserve you."
      Amber looked at Joey, dismissing his concern.  "Of course you deserve me."  She pulled 
Joey in front of her and cupped his chin in a calloused hand.  "You made me fall in love with 
you.  I'm your prize, and you won it fair and square."
      Joey snickered as he put a hand on his waist and cocked his hips coquettishly.  "I AM a 
stud."  He said jokingly.  Then he pursed his lips as he returned to reality.  He caressed Amber's 
brickwork midsection reverently.  "I just don't get why you think I'm worthy of all this.  You're 
so incredible."
      "Joey!"  Amber said sharply, impatient with his lack of confidence.  "I love you because 
you're the sweetest, nerdiest, most enthralling guy I've ever met."  She gripped his shoulders 
and turned him to face the mirror.  Amber's darkly tanned 6'4 280 pound physique was a 
sharply contrasting backdrop to his paler, thin 5'4 125 pound body.  "Really look at yourself."  
Amber said as she ran her fingers down Joey's torso.  "You've been working out for, what, 2 
months or so, give or take?"  Joey nodded yes.  "The results are already beginning to show.  
You've gained weight and you're beginning to fill out.  Flex your abs."  Joey tensed his core and 
was surprised to see faint lines across his stomach.
      "Oh my gosh."  He said unbelievably.  "I used to have a one-pack.  I almost have a four 
pack now."
      "Right?"  Amber said.  "I told you!  Flex your chest, like Alyssa showed you."
      Joey tensed his upper body and noticed for the first time that little muscles popped in 
his chest.  "I have man-boobs!"
      Amber laughed as she squeezed his tiny but developing pecs between her fingers, then 
grazed his adorable little nipples.  "Now flex your arms."
      Joey followed her direction and cocked his arms.  For the first time in his life, he noticed 
a small but defined bicep.  "Holy crap!"  he said with disbelief.   "Where did those come from?"
      "Your hard work, you ding dong."  Amber teased.  "If you keep it up, can you imagine 
what you'll look like in 6 months?  A year?  Five years?  You're on your way to becoming a 
muscle muffin, and I've gotten to be with you from nearly day one of your fitness journey."  
Amber wrapped her bulging arms around Joey and lifted him up, his back against her chest.  
She held him prisoner with one arm.  Amber's free hand groped Joey's cock and balls while she 
suckled on his bare neck.  Between nibbles, she said "I've got enough foresight to see what 
you're growing into and I'm claiming you now.  You're an absolute cutie today and soon you're 
going to be all buff and muscly.  Then I'm going to be beating off bitches trying to steal my sexy 
little beast."  Amber flexed her powerfully built arm in front of Joey, the rocky 25 inch bicep 
erotically rubbing against his erect member.  "I'll tear them all up with these big guns.  You're 
mine!"  she growled.
      "Yes!"  Joey uttered breathlessly.  Amber's "dom" talk titillated him.  
      "But I need one thing from you, little one."  Amber said seriously.
      "Anything!"  Joey answered immediately.
      "Please promise me you won't ever question my love for you again."  She said flatly.  
"You're everything to me."
      Joey leaned his head back and kissed her cheek.  "Yes Amber.  I'm sorry.  You're 
everything to me too!"
      "Good boy." Amber said in a sultry voice as she carried Joey into her bedroom.  "Now, I 
want to show you how hot your little four pack and man titties are making me."  In a low 
rumble she added, "It's time for you to get fucked."
      Joey got goosebumps as Amber lay him on her bed.  "Amber?"  He asked hopefully, "can 
I feel you scissor me?"
      "Something you saw in a video?" she asked saucily.  "You won't like it."
      Joey bit his lip.  "I just want to know what it feels like."  
      Amber shrugged her pumpkin sized shoulders nonchalantly.  "Ok.  They're your ribs."  
She lay on her back and raised one of her massive pillar-like legs in the air.  Amber grabbed Joey 
by the arm and with playful roughness, yanked him across her other rugged quad.  Joey's back 
arched over the massive leg.  He looked up, suddenly fearful at his vulnerability.  The immense 
leg looming over him was frightening and made Joey regret his request.  Before he could 
change his mind though, the thicker than his body thigh began to drop.  Joey's torso was 
covered from hips to shoulders by Amber's sexy flesh.  Her brawny quads had no "thigh gap", so 
as they came together with Joey's body between them, he felt the pressure almost 
immediately.  Joey took a deep breath and tensed his core in anticipation.  It was a futile 
gesture.  Silky steel cords cut deep into Joey's torso.  The breath he took was immediately 
expelled and he couldn't draw another one.  His ribs began to bend and creak, his eyes bulged 
out of his head.  The sudden and immense pain made Joey tap and sputter desperately for 
Amber to stop.  She quickly raised her leg up, laughing at her red-faced little victim.  "Wow.  I 
didn't even get to squeeze you.  My legs weren't together yet."
      "What?"  Joey whimpered. "I've never hurt that bad in my whole life!"
      "Aww baby."  Amber cooed as she pulled Joey out of the hydraulic press of her legs.  "I 
knew you wouldn't like it."  She pushed him face down on the bed and crawled on top of him, 
sitting on the back of his stick-like legs.  "Now it's my turn to try something."  She fondled and 
massaged the cute little handfuls of his butt.
      "What are you doing?"  Joey mewled nervously as Amber shoved a pillow under his hips, 
raising his butt.  
      "Shut up and take it."  Amber told him harshly.  She lay down on his back with her hips 
hovering over his butt.  Joey struggled to breathe as Amber's ponderous weight smothered him 
into the mattress.  She flipped her hips forward and down, slipping her four inch, wet and fully 
erect clit into the crack between Joey's sweet butt cheeks.  Joey gulped in alarm as Amber 
ground down, forcefully humping him.  Amber groaned deeply in pleasure.  She was totally 
absorbed in the feeling of her meaty clit being massaged in the cleft of Joey's tender hind end.  
Every time Amber thrust against Joey, a little squeak escaped his lips.    "Take it!"  Amber 
growled.  Her rough dominance began to excite Joey.  His hard erection was pressed into the 
bed with each of Amber's powerful lunges.  Soon, Joey felt a shudder in the heavy, sweat 
soaked body crushing down on him.  Amber grunted in sexual bliss as an orgasm washed 
through her.  She stopped her grinding and rolled off Joey's back.  He turned his head.  Amber 
smiled back at him as she breathed heavily.  She gripped him behind his head and pulled him 
into a kiss.  "How did you like being dominated?"
      Joey stared back wide-eyed.  "I?I liked it.  I want more."
      Amber rolled onto her back and clasped her hands behind her head.  "Then crawl up 
here and worship me.  Show me how much you love my muscles."   
      Joey crawled up onto his hulking goddess and began his ministrations.  Joey French 
kissed every inch of Amber's jacked body.  His tongue followed finger thick veins and he nuzzled 
against the cords of muscle they flowed over.  His lips doted on every thick and bulging muscle 
belly.  From head to toe, Joey kissed and sucked on Amber's god-like physique, with one 
exception; He avoided Amber's gaping groin.  Finally, when he heard her breathing become 
ragged, he made his way back up between her man-crushing legs.  She parted them, her vagina 
pleading for Joey's attention.  He fingered her outer lips as he barely kissed her throbbing clit.  
His fingering moved to her inner lips.  He massaged them along with the base of Amber's clit.  
He watched as blood flowed in thick veins into the huge woman cock, making it spasm and 
stiffen.  Female cum began to drip from Amber's vagina, each quiver making a squishing sound 
in the erotic hole.  Finally, Joey took Amber's fluttering clit in his mouth and tongue teased it.  
Amber's calves folded against Joey's back, pressing him harder into her crotch.  "Oh Joey!"  she 
cried, "Harder!  Oh please!  Suck harder!"  Joey did as he was bid, all but chewing on her meat.  
Amber's orgasm exploded onto Joey as he was crushed into her steamy sex.  When Amber 
regained her senses, she unfolded her legs and freed her lover from his vaginal prison.  She 
crawled up on all fours, desperation in her voice.  "Joey, take me!  Please!"  She presented her 
hulking ass to Joey, her sex distended and dripping.  Joey stood on the bed and bent over 
Amber.  He slipped his manhood into her inviting vagina and began to thrust against her.  His 
high-pitched grunts were drowned out by Amber's masculine groaning.  "Harder!"  she 
demanded.  Joey pushed himself as deeply as he could, his hips slapping against her meaty 
haunches.  Joey brought Amber to another raging orgasm as he climaxed, his body quivering 
out of control.  When Amber finished shuddering, she dropped face down on the bed.  Joey 
collapsed on the muscular fields of her back.  He slipped off the sweat slicked mountain and 
curled against her rippling side, trying to catch his breath.  
      "That was amazing."  He said.  "I can't believe I'm big enough to do that to you.  I must 
have one heck of a technique."
      Amber laughed at Joey.  "It isn't about size baby doll.  It's all about getting it in the right 
place."  She rolled onto her side and spooned with Joey, coiling him in her herculean muscles.  
"You're such an attentive lover."  She whispered in his ear.  "You have no idea how wonderful 
that is to a girl."  Amber stroked and fondled Joey's body as her lips mauled him once more.  
Before long, and to Joey's surprise, he was rock hard again.  Amber purred deeply in 
satisfaction.  She rolled on top of Joey and mounted him a cowgirl position.  She leaned over, 
pulling Joey's mouth to a stiff nipple.  As she rode Joey, he snaked a hand down to her clit and 
wanked it as she thrust.  Amber was over-stimulated and quickly came again.  She kept bucking 
on her little bronco until his body stiffened in climax.  They collapsed once more, then repeated 
the cycle, fondle, tease, fuck.  They continued for another three hours.  Finally, a panting Joey 
was utterly spent, his penis shriveled and numb.  The sweaty lovers rose from their cum soaked 
bed and showered again.  And although Joey's member stubbornly refused to be roused, his 
heart still pounded as he carefully washed Amber's imposing body.  When they were finished, 
Amber stripped the dripping sheets from her bed.  "I just want to lay down."  She said in 
exhaustion.  "Let's sleep in your room.  I'll fix my bed tomorrow."   She hoisted Joey in her arms 
and walked to his room.  
      "Amber?"  he asked when they were curled up in his bed, "Everything we did tonight, 
was that love?"
      "No, my sweet."  She answered as she gazed deeply into his eyes.  "That was lust.  Raw, 
dirty, sweet, mind bending, cum covered, fill all your holes, muscle girl fucking lust."  Joey's 
eyes widened with each naughty word, each sexy pulse of her full lips.  "Love is what we have 
all the other hours of the day."  Amber kissed Joey tenderly.  She wrapped her pythons around 
Joey and clutched him tight.  "I'm never letting you go."  She whispered as they drifted off to 
sleep.  Joey's last conscious thought was that he was now the property of a muscle goddess, 
and that made him the happiest man on earth.   Joey Watson was finally living his best life, the 
life that he deserved.  
      
The end