The Transformation Of Barbara
By A.J. Brown - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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"You really want to go meet your friend out?" Jeremy Roberts said with that
tone he had in his voice when he was really going above and beyond to be mean.
"When I had the kind of day I had? You really going to abandon your husband
like a bitch and leave me here to go sit at some bar - a bar of all places.
Where you just know that guys are going to be looking at you like you are some
kind of whore. Is that what you are - a whore?"

He used every word and example he could to make her feel bad. It was at the
point where his words stung her. The tone of his voice when he spoke made it
even worse. He sounded like he genuinely meant it and coming from her own
husband it made her feel like she was actually all of those nasty words that
he was saying - whore, slut, bitch, cunt, pig. She had heard them all.

"Okay!" Barb said, trying not to sound too upset about going along with what
he wanted, like usual, as that would just set him off more. "I'll stay home
with you" And it wasn't even a week later when he started with it again.

"You're going to work like that?" he said to her one morning. She wore a tight
skirt and a tight shirt that hugged her ample breasts. "You're going to be the
sluttiest looking one in the office. That's really how you are going to work?"

He should have seen some of the other women in the office and how they
dressed. Skirts so short they didn't cover up much more than their underwear.
Shirts that their tits were practically hanging out of. They got away with it
too. In the women's rights day and age, no one said anything.

"Maybe if you focused more on your career, and less on looking like a fucking
slut, you'd actually advance in your career."

Her eyes watered up. She had a college degree. He didn't even have that. He
had some luck and got in with the right company so he was making a lot more
money than she was. A couple of years had gone by when she didn't even work so
she could take care of the house more when he was working extended hours. Now
she was 39-years-old and making less money than most of the people she
graduated college with. But she couldn't take living with him any longer. She
thought it over a couple of days before telling him she was going to leave
him.

He really gave it to her when she told him, the tone harsher than ever, the
words he used nastier than ever, and his voice so loud it hurt her ears and
made her almost forget about the fact that they were getting a divorce. But he
never touched her or hurt her physically. She was 5'1, he was 5'11, so he
towered over her, but he had at least never touched her. Sometimes she
wondered if being beaten would be better than the verbal abuse, and she didn't
have any sympathy for him just because he never physically beat her.

**********

"Yeah, well you're better off," Barb's friend, Charlotte, said to her as she
finished off her drink, the two of them sitting at the bar. "The way he talked
to you - you don't need that. You'll find someone better and you'll be
happier. I know even a lot of the little things about him bothered you too,
like how obsessed he was with football. Since you can't stand watching it, I
know the Fall was always rough you. Anyway, I wish I could hang out here
longer but I gotta get home. Want to walk out to the car with me?"

"Nah, I'm gonna stick around," Barb said. "No one to go home to, I may as well
have a few more drinks."

"You sure, girl? Please don't drink too much and drive. Last thing you need is
a DUI when you're going through a divorce. Plus, it's gonna get dark out there
real soon. Might not be a good idea to be walking through that parking lot in
the dark."

"If I drink too much then I'll stay here and sober up. Like I said, I have
nothing to go home to. And I'm not afraid of the dark. I'll be OK." Charlotte
still looked concerned.

"Alright girl, but if you need a ride home, don't be afraid to call an Uber
OK? I don't want to see you getting hurt. And don't be afraid to ask a bouncer
to walk you to your car. They can do that, you know?"

"See ya, Charlotte," Barb said as she lifted a finger to the bartender
signalling that she wanted another drink.

Charlotte left. What Barb really craved was some male attention. An attractive
woman sitting by herself, there'd have to be plenty of guys swarming her for
attention and she'd get her pick. That was what she wanted. The power.
Something that she hadn't had in a long time.

But no one was paying any attention to her. Ten years ago she would go to bars
much more often. Back then she was younger, better looking. She still looked
good but apparently she couldn't draw the attention that she used to. She
finished up her drink and paid up her tab. She wasn't drunk enough to need an
Uber and she wasn't going to ask some bouncer to walk her to her car.

When she got outside, it was dark out. Darker than she expected it to be. Her
car was parked towards the back of the lot and it seemed like a long walk. She
felt afraid. She saw a tall man walking towards her. He wore dark clothes. He
was much bigger than she was. She was terrified. He looked creepy as he walked
closer to her. She wore high heels so she wouldn't be able to run if she
wanted to. He walked closer to her and she felt her hands shaking in fear.

Then he just walked right by her. What a paranoid fool she was. She slowed
down a bit, relaxing, partially because now the scary man had walked by her
and partially because her last drink was starting to hit her. She had her keys
out of her purse in her hand, but didn't even get the chance to press the
unlock button before she was grabbed from behind.

She was too startled and surprised to scream. The person that grabbed her felt
bigger and just so much stronger than her that it made her feel weak. At that
moment she wished that she had never broken up with Jeremy. She needed a man
to protect her from this kind of thing happening.

The man threw her on the ground and she landed on her butt, not even having a
chance to keep her balance with the heels that she had on, and she felt like
she may have twisted her ankle on the way down. She looked up and saw that,
sure enough, her attacker was the same man that she had walked by moments
earlier.

She wanted to scream but she was still too stunned to actually get her lungs
to produce noise. To ensure that she didn't scream, the attacker got on the
ground and punched her right in the face. It hurt badly. She felt the pain
shooting through her head like it was going to make her pass out. She would
have preferred to pass out at that point just to not have to feel that pain.
But he hit her just enough so she remained conscious.

Her purse was on the ground. He grabbed it. She was fine with that at that
point as long he didn't rape her. He reached towards her breasts and pulled
off an expensive necklace she was wearing that had been given to her by her
father. The sentimental value was worth far more than the cost to her.

"No!" she started to yell.

She also started to get up but he got closer and put her hand over her mouth,
pushing her head back, so the back of it pushed up against her car. He was
easily holding her so she couldn't breathe. She was certain she was going to
be raped as he held her like that. Instead, he took off running with the purse
and the necklace.

Barb didn't have to talk to the police long before she figured out that they
had no chance of finding this guy. If he attacked someone again and was caught
in the act or if someone could describe him better than perhaps they may have
a chance, but for now the guy was as good as free to get away with what he had
done. The realization of how easy it was to commit a violent crime and get
away with it sickened Barb and made her feel even more unsafe.

She didn't feel scared any more. She didn't even feel upset that her necklace
was gone. She felt angry. Angry at her husband for treating her the way he did
just because she was a woman. Angry at her attacker for the same reason. Angry
at every male asshole out there that thought he could treat woman poorly just
because men were generally bigger and stronger.

**********

Several days later, Barb signed up to join a local gym, something she had
never done in the past because Jeremy would have given her way too hard of a
time about it to make it worth it. She walked in and saw that most of the
females were just using cardio equipment while it was the men who were using
free weights. It intimidated her to go to a section of the gym where there
were only men, but she had to do it. She wasn't here to get trim - she was
here to get strong.

While she only stood at 5'1, she weighed close to 130 pounds, as she did have
a stocky, shapely build. Her legs especially were rather thick for a woman's,
so the leg press machine was what she started out on. She saw the guy next to
her on the same machine lifting four plates on each side of the machine. He
looked like he was struggling to lift that amount. Barb didn't want to try
anything near that amount if a guy was struggling with it, so she put one
plate on each side. It felt like nothing. She added more weight. She kept
adding more until she had the same amount on there the struggling guy did. She
was able to do it with very little effort and she looked at her leg muscles
flex as she did. That was when things started to turn around for her.

Over the next few weeks, she started leg pressing a lot of weight, and guys
started to notice her as she quickly developed more muscular and stronger legs
than a good percentage of them there. It gave her the confidence to start
lifting with her upper body a lot. She wasn't quite as good at upper body
strength, but she could still hold her own, especially compared to other
women. After a couple of months she was bench pressing 150 pounds. After a
year she was able to bench press 185 pounds. She did that without affecting
the size of her large chest that looked great with her new muscular body she
had.

**********

Geoff hired Barb because she seemed like a woman that had potential and she
was a woman that desired to succeed more than any of the other applicants. Her
resume was the weakest of all of them, and the employment gap that she had on
her resume, that she did a poor job of explaining, normally would have been a
deal breaker altogether. But there was something about her that made him think
that she had a better chance of success than anyone else. That was what he
told himself, anyway, even though it was all a bunch of bullshit. The real
reason he hired her was because she was single, curvaceous, good-looking,
woman and she was the one he felt would have the best chance of maybe hooking
up with.

Geoff was 44-years-old. He thought he was an attractive and nice enough guy,
but he didn't have the courage to ask women out, and he normally got rejected
when he did which would confirm his insecurities. But now that he was recently
promoted, he was the boss and he made good money. Women liked a man that was
in charge, and now he had an advantage over other guys.

Barb worked hard, was easy for Geoff to talk to, and she always laughed at his
jokes. She would often where short skirts to work and her legs were amazing.
They were big for female legs but all the size was muscle and her fit body
turned Geoff on. She had large 36D breasts that she'd often show off by
wearing tight shirts or low cut blouses. A woman as good looking as her had
never been as friendly to him as she was. It made sense to him that she would
be attracted to him. After all, he was the boss.

He asked her if she could work late with him one evening to help him finish
something up. She eagerly agreed, so eager that he thought she had to be
excited with being there late and alone with him, as much as he was with her.
That evening she wore a white, short dress, outlined in black, the black
matching her dark cute hair. The dress was tight, low-cut, and short, showing
off her amazing body. She wore white, open-toed shoes that night, showing off
her smooth feet that had red toenail polish on them.

They were doing some work in his office, with no one else in the building. It
was dark outside. She kicked her shoes off so she was barefoot in his office.
He took that as a sign she was interested in hooking up, signalling she wanted
more of her clothes removed. If she was giving a hint, he didn't want to miss
out on it, so he choose the next available opportunity to move his face closer
to hers to kiss her.

Barb couldn't believe her eyes when she saw his face coming close to hers. Was
he crazy? He was her boss. They couldn't be doing that. And Geoff was a tall
dweeb. He was 44 and single for a reason. He actually thought he'd have a
chance with a good looking woman like her? Just when she thought her hard work
was paying off, it looked like her boss was just another man trying to take
advantage of her.

"Geoff, what are you doing??" she yelled at him, as she forcefully pushed him
away from her at the shoulders.

The two of them looked each other in the eyes. Geoff saw the fury in her eyes
and he felt more humiliated than he ever had. Getting shot down by regular
women was bad enough but when it was his employee ... he looked at her still
staring at him like he was crazy and he snapped. How dare she push her boss!

Barb felt a bit afraid but more than anything she felt confused as she saw
Geoff lunging at her. She wasn't sure if she should try to defend herself or
scream for help, but before she had time to think much about it, he had
grabbed her and forced her on the floor on her back.

The guy didn't feel particularly strong when he took her down, and the first
thing she actually thought was that had she been more ready for his attack, or
even more confident that fighting back was the right thing to do, she may have
been able to stop him from taking her down.

Geoff was on top of Barb pinning her down, but he instantly noticed she felt
much stronger than he expected her to. It was taking a lot of his energy and
strength for hold him to keep her pinned, and he could feel his muscles
working hard to hold her down. She actually felt like she was stronger than he
was, which clearly couldn't be, him being the man and all. He was glad he had
gotten on top of her early, because he thought if they ended back in the
neutral position that he would not be able to keep winning this fight.

He continued to push down at her shoulders, hoping to immobilize her, but her
upper body was too strong and she kept fighting, so he wasn't able to keep her
in place the way he wanted. Though her legs were really a problem. His were on
top of hers, but her legs felt like steel and it looked like her legs could
take his over at any point.

She must have realized that too because that was exactly what she did next.
She kicked her legs free and wrapped them around his. He could feel the
strength in her muscular legs squeezing his tightly and causing him a lot of
pain. He was trapped, unable to move his legs even a bit, and he was at her
mercy.

It looked like she could see that she was hurting him, as she started to look
more relaxed while squeezing her legs harder. She barely needed to fend him
off with her upper body any longer, as she was taking over his legs so much
that it made it hard for him to fight at all with his upper body.

Unable to stop her from squeezing his legs, the best he could do was just lay
on top of her and hope that she would eventually stop. But she took the
aggressive and rolled on top of him, keeping her legs around his as she did.
He now lay on his back and as she put her weight into him, her large boobs now
pushing into his upper body, he knew he was in trouble.

He looked at her dark hair and pretty face as she held him down, now almost
looking proud of herself and challenging him to try and get her off of him. He
tried to wiggle his body free but she had him trapped. He tried to move his
legs as even if he became able to move his upper body more, he could tell it
wasn't going to make a difference if he couldn't use his legs. But his legs
were unable to move even a bit, remaining trapped between those strong,
shapley, sexy legs of hers.

"Come on," she said as she started to look more confident. "This all you got?"

Her taunting got under his skin and made him fight even harder. He was using
more energy, but not bothered by it as he was determined to free himself. He
could tell he was forcing her to have to work harder, but he still wasn't
closer to getting her off of him. He kicked with his legs and actually managed
to get them free, though it seemed like she actually may have let him do that.

Still, he wasn't trapped by her legs any longer and he was determined to get
back on top of her and put a finish to her, showing her without a doubt who
was boss here. She didn't give him much time though, as once he started to get
up she wrapped her legs around his ribs and scissored him. He was a thin guy,
weighing a mere 165 pounds, so the scissors really hurt.

Having her legs squeezing his was painful enough, but his ribs couldn't take
it. He looked at her big leg muscles flexing as she squeezed him tight, now
having a much better view of just how muscular her legs were. He could see
muscles flexing in her legs in places where he didn't even realize leg muscles
existed as she continued to squeeze.

It felt like she was literally crushing his ribs the more she squeezed, as
well as other parts of his insides. All of his focus went to pushing on her
legs with his hands trying to get them off of him, but he had no chance. His
eyes had watered up to the point where he was almost crying and it just taking
a breath hurt, but he had too much pride to tap out.

As Barb looked at the vision of suffering on his face and noticed how puny his
ribs felt between her powerful legs, she realized just how much stronger than
him she was. She looked at the pathetic look on his face, about to cry at any
moment, and she couldn't believe how stupid he was for not telling her that he
gave up. She had dealt with enough cocky men to understand why though, but
that just made her even angrier.

She was going to have to be the better person and let him go, otherwise she
was going to hurt him more than she wanted to. She released him, preparing for
him to fight back, but this time she had hurt him too badly for that to
happen. He just lay flat, still looking like he was about to cry. She had had
enough of this punk, as she got to her knees beside him.

She rolled him over on his stomach, just able to throw him around like he was
a rag doll at this point. He began getting up on his knees which worked to her
advantage. She jumped on his back and wrapped her arms around his head and
neck in a chokehold. She wasn't even sure the correct method of applying a
chokehold but her arms were strong enough where it seemed to be effective.

She was latched onto his back, choking him out, and just observing how weak
and helpless he was underneath her. He pulled on her arms trying to get them
off of her but he had no chance and she knew it. She could hear him whining
and knew that he would probably be crying if he was able to get enough air.

In addition to feeling extreme power as she held her boss helplessly, she felt
something else - she felt turned on. Not by him as he wasn't a man at all,
just some pathetic loser who was hanging onto his title at his job to justify
that he was important, but just the feeling of power that she had over a man
gave her a sexual rush like she had never felt before.

She started to rub her crotch against his ass and that was getting her off
more. He seemed to be too busy trying to break free from the chokehold and
actually breathe to realize what she was doing, or at least realize she was
getting herself off. That was turning her on more.

She rubbed her crotch against his ass some more, his ass just there for the
purpose of her getting off, nothing else. At first she had just planned to do
this briefly but the more she did it, she actually felt she might cum. She had
never cum from doing something like this before and that excited her more.

Hurting him and controlling him aroused her more, so she tightened the
chokehold on him, not caring if she eventually knocked him out by doing it.
His whimpering turned her on more. She could feel herself starting to cum the
more she did it. She rubbed her crotch against his bony ass harder and could
feel it coming. She rubbed harder. She came. It was magnificent.

She pushed him down to the ground on his face and he fell flat. He just lay
their whining, looking pathetic. Now that she had just had a much needed
orgasm - something she hadn't experienced in a long time - her sensitive side
came out a bit. She had just beaten somebody up. He had to feel hurt and
humiliated about what had happened. She got down next to him and tried to show
him some sympathy.

"Hey," she said, as she turned his head to face her and saw that he was
actually crying. "I'm really sorry. I overreacted. Are you OK?"

She moved her face closer to his when he didn't respond right away to see if
he was OK. She couldn't believe it that he actually had the nerve to try and
kiss her again right there. His lips got close to her face, but she managed to
push his face away before they could connect.

She pushed on his shoulders and held him down, knowing that she was the
stronger one, and she let him squirm a bit before he gave up on that and she
stood up before him. She looked at him on the floor looking humiliated and she
no longer felt bad for him. He was a man that had tried to take advantage of a
woman and he deserved everything that had happened to him in that office. Barb
walked out of the office feeling more confident in herself than ever before.
She knew that no man was ever going to push her around again.

**********

Earl was enjoying his date with Barb. At 43-years-old, it was difficult for
him to find good looking women that were close to his age, but he had found
one here. Barb had short dark hair and she was short herself, which he liked.
He was almost a foot taller than she was, but he liked girls that were a lot
shorter than him. Her large boobs that stretched out the tight long-sleeved
shirt she was wearing was definitely another plus to her as well. She wore a
tight pair of jeans and open toed shoes that showed off her smooth feet and
her dark blue painted toenails.

"Feel like coming back to my apartment for a cup of coffee?" he said when
their date was over with.

"I don't drink coffee," she said, and he felt disappointed thinking that meant
he was getting a rejection. "If you have a beer for me I'd be interested,
though."

They sat on his couch having a drink. She had kicked her shoes off right after
they sat down and confidently put her bare feet on his coffee table. They sure
looked sexy. Smooth skin, cute toes, and nice arches, and the fact that she
kept wiggling her toes and swaying her feet back and forth was making it
difficult for him to look away from them. He was doing his best to keep his
focus on her face as they talked, but it was tough.

"You know, if you're going to keep staring at my feet, they'll probably look a
lot better in your bed," she said with a sexy giggle, as she rose up from her
seat, looking down at him with sensually hungry eyes. Earl couldn't lead her
to his bedroom fast enough!

She then laid on the bed, looking so sexy with her big boobs pointing right up
at the ceiling, he wanting to get that tight shirt off of her so he could get
a better look at them. He knew he was going to have to earn that though. He
lay on top of her and her body felt a lot firmer and more solid than he
expected it to, seeming like it would easily hold his weight. He started
kissing her, but she was actually moving her lips away from him like she
wasn't liking it.

"You kiss like a fucking dweeb," she said with a sexily teasing tone.

"Really?" She did sound like she was playing around with him, but with a guy
trying to have sex with a woman, it still embarrassed him for her to say that
and it could be seen on his face. The look seemed to make her just laugh more,
though.

"Oh come on, don't be so serious," she said. "The two of us are supposed to be
having fun."

She then proceeded to tickle his hips. It had been a long time since anyone
had tickled him and as far as he could remember, he wasn't ticklish, or at
least not enough where he'd be able to hide it if someone did tickle him. But
there was something about her fingers - they were sexy but they also felt
strong and they were causing him to start laughing with a high-pitched,
embarrassing laugh.

"Heh-heh-heh," she chuckled, a cute and satisfied smile on her face as she
started to tickle him more aggressively.

He laughed harder and he felt like she was controlling him the way she was
able to stimulate him, with him not being able to do anything about it. He
pulled on her wrists but her arms felt strong as he tried to pull them away
and he couldn't. As he continued to sound like a girl as he laughed, she
pulled his shirt off and threw it off to the side.

"Oh wow, you're a little flabby down there," she said playfully as she gave
his belly a good slap. "I think I'm going to have to get you to the gym."

"We're getting old," he said, still looking embarrassed. She had stopped
tickling him, but now was embarrassing him in another way. "Are you just the
master of fitness or something?"

"I actually am," she said with a sexy smile.

She looked excited and proud as she jumped to her knees and pulled the shirt
off that she was wearing. The first thing he noticed was how great the 36D
boobs looked on the short woman, now that all she had was a bra over them. But
his attention quickly turned to the rest of her newly revealed upper body,
which made his jaw drop with awe and lust.

She had fairly thick looking arms with good muscle definition in them, looking
very strong and fit but not overly muscular. Her shoulders looked broad and
especially strong. Despite the fact that her upper body was fairly thick, she
actually showed off six pack abs, which put his flabby belly to shame. She
looked so proud of that body of hers as he looked at it and he was really
starting to feel inferior to her.

"Now let me show you who is in control tonight," she said.

She jumped at him and pinned him on his back. He felt like he was being
dominated when she was tickling him, but now she just felt outright stronger
than him. She straddled his chest and he looked up at that cute feminine look
on her face as she held him down.

Feeling her strong body on top of his and having her boobs looking down at him
was definitely something he did not mind, but he still felt the need to fight
back anyway. After all, he couldn't let his female date think that she was
stronger than he was. He'd have to put that to rest and then they could have
some fun.

He reached up to grab her, but she was quick to take control of his wrists.
They had a battle of strength which started off somewhat even at first before
she overpowered his arms and held them down on the bed. Her boobs were now
closer to his face, but he still fought despite that nice little benefit,
though was still unable to push her arms up. She had his arms completely
immobilized.

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