The Meteor - Part 1
By arcoviontime@gmail.com

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Meteor 77 was noted just outside of earth's atmosphere by the American
government. It was the size of Manhattan Island, and was metallic in
nature. The president was notified, and he ordered that a nuclear
armed rocket be aimed at the meteor to blow it up. His order was
followed and the meteor was destroyed just as it entered Earth's
atmosphere. Humanity had been saved. The meteor disintegrated into
countless little fragments, and showered all over the Earth.

What had been overlooked however, had been the nature of the metallic
meteor. It had been radioactive in nature, and the level of
radioactivity increased on the Earth. Consequently, humans all over
were exposed to this increased levels of radiation. The levels of
increased radiation were not high enough to cause cancer, but they
were still high enough to cause other changes in humans. During the
first year, no visible changes were noted in humans. However, changes
were happening at microscopic levels. Specifically, the X chromosomes
of humans started to mutate and change more rapidly. This in turn
caused increased levels of certain enzymes and proteins in the human
body, and also the production of new proteins and enzymes.

Given that men had only one X chromosome, the increased levels of
enzymes and proteins in them were not high enough for any change. The
same held true for the new proteins and enzymes. For women however, it
was a completely different story. Women had always had two X
chromosomes, and this caused the increased levels of proteins and
enzymes to be much higher in their bodies, and for the new proteins
and enzymes as well.

Roughly a year to the day that the meteor had been destroyed, women
started to notice small changes, both in their bodies, and in the way
they felt. The meteor had been destroyed roughly over Rio in Brazil as
it had entered the Earth's atmosphere, and so the levels of radiation
were the highest over that city. This is were women noticed the
changes first, before anywhere else on Earth.

Fernanda was among the first women in Rio to notice changes in her
body. She was a 24 year old model, who was beginning to make a name
for herself. She had to work very hard to keep her weight at 125
pounds, given her height of 5' 10".
Fernanda was a very emotional girl, with a hot temper. The men that
she dated usually found out about this the hard way.
On one Monday morning, Fernanda got up at the usual time, and got
ready for her modelling assignment. She put on her shoes and clothes,
and drove to work. She could tell that something wasn't right, but she
just couldn't put her finger on it. When it was her turn to go on the
runway, she put on the clothes and shoes that were given to her. The
clothes and the shoes seemed somewhat tighter than usual, but she
didn't give it much thought, as she often had to wear tight-fitting
things.

She had a one month vacation until her next modelling assignment, and
she thought about watching her diet and losing some weight. This
caused her to be hungry most of the time, and it effected her already
hot temper. One night, when she was out on a date with a guy, she lost
her temper and slapped the guy. Without saying a word, she got up and
left. She drove home fuming, and decided to take a shower to cool off.
She had a habit of checking her weight sometimes after showering. That
night, when she got on the scale, it read 130 pounds. She screamed in
frustration, wondering how she could have gained weight after dieting.
When she took off her bath robe and put on her pajamas, they seemed
shorter than normal. Alarmed, she took out a tape measure and measured
her height against the wall. She now stood at 5' 11". Over the course
of the past month, she had gained 5 pounds, and grown an inch.
Although somewhat alarmed, she comforted herself, saying that maybe
people could still grow an inch or two in their early twenties. With
regards to her weight gain, she couldn't explain it, but given that it
was only five pounds, she decided not to worry about any more.

Fernanda showed up to her next modelling assignment the next day. On
her way to work, her tight shoes and clothes were getting on her
nerves. When she was handed the clothes she was supposed to wear, the
top seemed especially tight on her. She told the designer about it,
but he brushed it off and said that the top would hold. After putting
on the three inch heels she was given, and fixing her hair in a bun,
she walked down the runway. Halfway through, she could feel that the
fabric of her top was beginning to give, and all of a sudden there was
this tearing sound, and her top tore in half and flew off her chest,
and her magnificent breasts burst into view. Turning red with
embarrassment, Fernanda covered her breasts with her hands and walked
backstage. The designer of the dress was now fuming with anger, and
gave Fernanda a piece of his mind. Being only 5' 4" tall, he had to
look upwards into Fernanda's face as he delivered his lecture to her.
He told her that she needed to watch her weight more carefully, and
until further notice he no longer needed her services.

Once again Fernanda's hot temper got the best of her. Turning red once
more, she flew into a rage and slapped the designer across the face
and screamed : "listen you little midget !! This is entirely your
fault !! I specifically told you that this damn top was too tight, but
you wouldn't listen !! The entire audience saw my breasts in full view
!! The hell with you and your stupid dresses !! I don't need you
assignments !! I quit !!" She slapped the designer across the other
cheek for good measure, turned around and took her leave. As she was
leaving she heard the designer scream : "listen you crazy Amazon !!
you just committed career suicide !! You will never get another
modelling assignment, not as long as I am alive !!"

Fernanda drove home, and for a while all she could think of was how
her bosom had been exposed. Once she cooled down however, the
designer's last words echoed in her head : "you have committed career
suicide." She tried to block out those words as best as she could, and
when she got home she tried to distract herself by reading and
watching television. In the evening, she fixed herself some dinner,
but started to worry again. Her worries weren't really financial, as
she had save up a considerable amount of money. She was mostly worried
about her career, as she had always envisioned herself as modelling
until at least 30. Had she ruined her career in a fit of rage ? This
thought danced around in her head, and she couldn't stop thinking
about it. In the coming weeks, Fernanda found herself with a lot of
free time on her hands, as she had no more modelling assignments lined
up from before. In addition, her agent had tried to find her new ones,
but as Fernanda found out quickly, the modelling world was a very
small one, and you just couldn't go around assaulting and insulting a
major designer like the one that she had.

With each passing day, Fernanda realized that the famous designer's
last words were coming out to be true after all. With all the free
time on her hands, all she could think about was how her career had
apparently been ruined at the hands of an evil little man. She had
never thought too highly of men to begin with. She had always seen
them as insecure creatures with fragile eggshell egos, who were only
capable of objectifying beautiful women like herself as sex objects :
men simply weren't capable of appreciating any of the intrinsic
qualities of women. With the passage of some more time, what Fernanda
had been dreading all along finally came true : her career had been
ruined. She spent many a day and night crying, cursing her bad luck.
Finally when she could cry no longer, she decided on her new mission
in life : revenge ! revenge on all men for all the harm they had done
to women like her !

During the following few months, Fernanda became more and more
depressed as she realized that she had lost her career. She also
gained a few more inches in height and some more weight. She still
found this somewhat strange, but she really didn't have any more
energy to think about it too much. One day, she decided to go to one
of the more isolated beaches around Rio. She hated tan lines, and she
chose a secluded part of the beach where people were allowed topless.
Once she found a proper spot, she rolled out her towel, took off her
top, and proceeded to lie down on her stomach and enjoy the warm sun.
After about four hours, she turned over, and this time she lied on her
back. She had brought along a nice book to read, and soon she was
immersed in her reading.

After about an hour, Fernanda noticed that her sun was being blocked
out by something. She looked up and saw a young-looking guy standing
there. Fernanda didn't appreciate this, as she had tried very hard to
find a quiet spot and have some privacy. Trying to control her temper,
she looked up at the guy and said : "Do you mind ? you are blocking
out my sun !" The guy replied back : "Oh sorry ! No problem !" and
with that he moved so that her sun was no longer being blocked.
Fernanda went back to reading the novel, but she soon realized that
the guy wasn't leaving. With her temper flaring up, she looked up at
him and said : "Why are you still here ?!" They guy answered back :
"this IS a public beach isn't it ? besides, I am no longer blocking
your sun !" Fernanda soon sensed that she was going to have a problem
on her hands. She could tell from his accent that he was American. She
had always hated these rude American tourists who came to Brazil, with
their unpleasant and aggressive behavior.

Deciding to take the direct approach, Fernanda stood up. She took a
few steps towards the annoying man, stared down directly into his eyes
and said : "listen you little American shrimp, if you know what's good
for you, you are going to get lost this instant !!" By now, the guy
found himself somewhat dwarfed by Fernanda, as he found her
magnificent nude breasts directly in front of his eyes. To make
matters worse, her nipples were now literally inches from his mouth,
and he couldn't help but stare at them. Fernanda also picked up on
this, and this only added to her anger. Realizing that words weren't
having any effect, she decided to use the more direct approach that
she was used to. With the anger inside of her boiling over, she
slapped the guy across the cheek with her right hand. Without giving
him time to react, she also slapped him with her left hand. Fernanda
had slapped him quite hard, and the guy lost his balance and fell
backwards onto the sand.

Seeing that annoying man on the sand, Fernanda seized the opportunity
and sat down on top of him, straddling his chest. Completely
embarrassed and seething with anger, the guy tried to slap Fernanda
back. Fernanda had anticipated this however, and she caught both of
his wrists in her hands. Once again, anger built up inside of her, and
she proceeded to slap the poor guy quite a few times. By now, his
cheeks had turned completely red, and were stinging. Starting to fear
this gorgeous Brazilian beauty, he looked up into her eyes and said :
"P-Please lady, I-I'm sorry. If you just let me go, I promise I will
leave right away !" Fernanda replied back icily : "sorry little man,
you had your chance, but now it's too late, and I am going to punish
you !!"

Next, Fernanda lied down on top of him. She took hold of his wrists,
and also snaked her long legs around his, and proceeded to place him
in a grapevine. She continued, looking down into his eyes the entire
time, increasing the pressure slowly and methodically. Finally the man
gasped out : "Please ! My legs ! You're killing me !!" Fernanda felt
that if she continued, she might permanently injure him, so she
stopped.

Fernanda lowered her head until her face was only a few inches from
his, with her hair spilling around his head. She looked directly into
his eyes for the next minute, saying absolutely nothing. She just
wanted to get his reaction. With her hair now completely surrounding
his head, he could smell her perfume and her natural scent. He felt
like he was entering her universe, and he started to get aroused.
Fernanda sensed this as well, so she responded by moving upwards a
little, until her nipples were now almost touching his eyes. Fernanda
whispered to him seductively : "is this what you were after little man
? well, now you are getting your wish !! In fact, let me get you
acquainted with them better !" And with that, Fernanda sat him up, so
that she was now sitting on his lap. Next, she proceeded to
simultaneously wrap her legs around his midsection, and her arms
around his head, trapping his head between her breasts in the process.

Fernanda held him that way snugly, looking down into his eyes the
entire time. The man found it almost impossible to breathe now, with
Fernanda's magnificent legs limiting his breathing capacity, and with
his nose and mouth sealed off between her large breasts. After a
while, as he started to run out of oxygen, he started to panic and
struggled to get free, looking up pleadingly into her eyes from
between her breasts. Fernanda however, gazed into his eyes with a
mixture of amusement and complete indifference, relishing his feeling
of helplessness, and his struggles. In fact, his struggles were
beginning to stimulate her, causing her to gasp in excitement every
now and then. Finally, at long last, when the man was about to lose
consciousness, Fernanda released him from his fleshy prison.

The little American man desperately gasped in the precious air and
oxygen that he was now allowed, trying his best to regain his senses.
This proved short-lived however, as Fernanda placed him back in the
same exact hold. All he could manage to say was 'please', before his
body was once again engulfed by hers. Again, Fernanda held him in the
exact same hold, and held on right up to the point that she thought he
would pass out. She repeated this cycle many many times, as she
relished the feel of his pathetic little struggles against her
magnificent body. Finally, after about the twelfth time, the poor
American finally fainted. By now, it was beginning to get dark, and
Fernanda knew that the beach would be almost deserted. After some
thought, she got a mischievous look on her face. She put her top back
on, and picked up her towel and the little man, and carried them back
to her car. She drove home, got inside, and closed the door behind
her.

Fernanda went to her bedroom with the little man, and placed him on
her bed. She took off her bikini top and bottom, and used them to tie
his hands and feet. Her instincts told her that he was going to be out
for a while longer. She took a hot shower, and afterwards dried
herself and put on a pair of panties, and a silk nightie. Returning to
her bedroom, she saw that he was still out. She untied his hands and
legs, and took off his swimming trunks. She got a towel, and wrapped
it around his waist. She also took a pair of scissors, and cut his
swimming trunks into little shreds.

Now, she calmly waited until the annoying American came to. The guy
opened his eyes, and after a moment surveyed his surroundings. Once he
realized that he was no longer at the beach, he looked at Fernanda and
asked : “w-where am I ? what happened ?” Fernanda stared into his eyes
without saying anything. The man finally recognized Fernanda and said
: “Oh ! It’s you !” Out of fear, he backed away from her and fell off
her bed. Fernanda calmly walked towards him, and he continued to back
away until his back hit the wall. She stared down into his eyes,
saying absolutely nothing. All he could do was to look down. It was
now that he realized that his swimming trunks had been replaced by a
towel. He nervously looked up at her and said : “where are my swimming
trunks ??” Fernanda, picked up the shredded remains of his trunks, and
tossed them at him. She looked down curiously into is eyes, waiting
for his reaction.

The annoying man looked up at her and said angrily : “You… !! You
won’t get away with this ! I’ll, I’ll…” Fernanda cut him off and said
: “You’ll what ? what are you going to do ? what do you think you can
do ?? All I have to do now is to go outside and scream, and the police
will be on your case in no time ! Who do you think they are going to
believe, a prominent model like me, or a worthless foreigner like you
?!” It only took a moment for the American to realize that Fernanda
had him, and there was nothing he could do about it !

Noting his dejected state, Fernanda decided to sit on her bed, and
think about what to do next. Humming to herself while thinking, a
thought finally came to her, and once again a mischievous smile formed
on her face. Looking down into the man’s eyes, she told him to follow
her into the bathroom. She got inside of her tub, and filled it with
hot water. Once it was filled, she started to rub and message her
legs. The American couldn’t help but stare, and this did not escape
her attention. She took one of her legs out of the tub, and told him
to retrieve the shaving cream from under the sink, and lather up her
leg. He did as he was told, slowly and carefully lathering up her
entire leg, marveling at its silky smoothness. She ordered him to do
the same with her other leg, giggling to herself at his aroused and
frustrated state.

Next she handed him a razor and said : “Ok little man, now you are
going to shave my legs. Heaven help you if you cut me !! You don’t
want to know what I will do with you if that happens !!” The little
man did as he was told, shaving Fernanda’s magnificent legs with
extreme caution. He took his time, ensuring that he did a complete and
perfect job. When at long last he was done, Fernanda surveyed his work
and seemed satisfied. She told him to wait outside while she washed
off her legs and put on her panties and silk nightie.

Once outside, she told him to sit on her bed. She proceeded to
retrieve all of her bottles of nail polish, and she set them down in
front of him. Next, she sat down on her bed, and extended her legs to
their full length and asked him seductively : “So, little man, which
one of these colors of nail polish do you think will look best on me
??” Struggling to concentrate and contain his arousal, the little man
surveyed Fernanda’s magnificent bronzed body, her hazel green eyes,
and her light brown hair. Looking at all the various colors of nail
polish in front of him, he picked one that was halfway between a pink
and purple color and said nervously :”I-I think this one will complete
your skin tone, and hair and eye color the best.”

Fernanda gazed at him with her piercing eyes and said : “I hope you
are right little man !” She continued to maintain her gaze, relishing
his nervousness. After a prolonged silence she impatiently said :
“Well ??” The American nervously answered back : “W-Well what ??”
Fernanda extended her feet within inches of his face, wiggled her toes
and said : “Oh come on little man !! You don’t expect me to apply the
polish myself do you ?? can’t you see how long my legs are ?? This is
your job !! And you better do a perfect job, or else…” The American
didn’t dare ask what ‘or else’ meant. He had never done this before,
but he was about to learn very very quickly out of fear ! He took his
time, very carefully applying the nail polish. The smell of the nail
polish and the silky soft feel of Fernanda’s feet made it extremely
difficult to concentrate. His head started to spin a little, and he
occasionally had to wait until he could fully concentrate again.

After what seemed like an eternity he was finally done. Fernanda
surveyed the result, and seemed satisfied. She looked into the eyes of
the man and said : “You know something ? You were right about the
color, and you did a nice job !” The little American man sighed in
relief, causing Fernanda to giggle to herself. The only question that
remained now was, what was she going to do with him, at least for the
rest of that night ?