FOR THE LOVE OF AN ENHANCED WOMAN
by Sunblind - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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As seemed to happen so often in his life lately, Jay found himself asking the
universe: how did I get here?

Having been lifted on to the bar in the deserted restaurant, by his childhood
friend, who had now grown into an enhanced woman, he was now flat on his back,
with her massive tits dangling over his face; and the other girl's, the young
bartender's, inexperienced hand about to close tightly over his balls.

The night had started out completely normal. Jay had pulled into the motel
around 7pm. He had spent the prior week on a driving tour of the New England
outlets of the chain of sporting goods stores he owned, and was on the last
leg of the journey home. Rather than push through the night, he had pulled up
at a relatively non-descript motel in the equally non-descript college town
through which he was passing.

Having settled in the motel's bar, he'd been surprised to learn that the motel
was owned by Karen, the black-haired, blue-eyed, little girl (a few years his
junior) who had lived next door to his parents when they were growing up back
in Springfield.

Jay, sitting in that bar at thirty-seven years old, upon seeing Karen for the
first time in quite some time, was immediately transported back to the last
time he had seen her. It was the night before he left for college (and never
returned). He had been asked by Karen's mother to babysit for Karen, who had
just turned eighteen years old, and emphatically against being babysat. Karen,
who earlier in the summer had sprouted from a gangly tween to a shapely,
D-cupped young-woman, had distracted Jay by coming down the stairs wearing a
tiny bikini. While he was busy looking at her big tits, she had gotten a hand
down his pants, and squeezed him into complete submission before he even knew
what was happening...

It was a Sunday night in August. Jay was in his earlier twenties and leaving
once again for college at Oxford the next morning. His next-door neighbor, a
divorced mother of one, named Laura, had called and asked if he could possibly
come over and "sit" for her daughter while she ran over to her office for
about an hour.

"Isn't Karen old enough to handle an hour," Jay asked, "After all, she's,
what, eighteen now?"

"Yeah, she's actually a little put off by it, but I'm just not ready ... it's
probably the overprotective-mother-of-one thing," she laughed.

Jay liked Laura ... a lot. She was in her upper thirties, a divorced woman
with the biggest set of tits his somewhat young eyes had ever seen. Although
at the time, Jay had no real understanding of the way these things worked,
Laura was a legitimate G-cup, with a perfectly proportioned athletic figure
everywhere else.

"How is Karen? I feel like I haven't seen her in years."

"She's fine. She was away at her father's ... .So ... can you help me out
here... "

When I arrived next door, two minutes later, Laura barely greeted me as she
rushed past me on her way out. "Karen's upstairs. I should tell you, she's a
little upset at me for calling you. I'll be back in about an hour. Karen knows
the number."

Jay sat down to watch TV.

After about five minutes, Karen sulked down the stairs into the den. Jay stood
up and turned to face her and nearly had a heart attack. The gangly little
brat from next door had, while she was away, grown up ... and out.

She was wearing a light blue bikini. It had subtle white stripes and pale
yellow flowers. Her tits were enormous (in relation to her frame), and she was
clearly gigantically pissed-off.

Though it's a bit of a cliché, Jay just stood there, staring with an open
mouth.

Karen smiled sort of sadly and walked, wordlessly, over to him, never breaking
eye contact and simply, as if she was handing him a cupcake, reached into his
gym shorts. Jay never even moved. He was so taken aback by the outrageousness
of her appearance that his brain had temporarily gone off-line. From the time
she'd crossed into his personal space to the second her hand closed tightly
around his balls, Jay didn't even take a step back...he was like a "deer in
the headlights."

Jay was flat on his back before he knew what had hit him. Karen kneeled beside
him, her tits barely contained in her bathing bra. Jay's hands were on her
forearm, and their eyes were locked.

"I'm sorry," she said, "but I have to show her I can take care of myself."

"Karen ... please," was all Jay could manage before the squeezing started in
earnest.

One thing about Karen... she had a plan. She worked quickly and efficiently.
She squeezed unmercifully for about two minutes, after which the poor boy was
in such blinding pain that she could have lit him on fire and he would not
have moved. Jay just lay there helplessly as she stripped him out of his gym
shorts, tee shirt and sandals.

Lying down next to him, she pulled him into a head scissors, burying his face
deep into her bikini covered crotch, and pressured his head and neck with her
coconut-cracking thighs for a good five minutes.

Then came the ball spanking. She flipped the helpless boy over and sat on his
stomach facing his feet. She took Jay's penis in her left hand and pulled it
up towards his stomach. This pulled his balls into position. She then spent
the next five minutes lightly slapping the poor guy's nuts with her open
palmed right hand. Jay had thought the squeezing was painful, but it was
nothing compared to this. Each randomly-timed slap, sent a jolt of pain all
through his body.

It was during the ball-spanking that Karen started explaining how she had
learned all of this by surreptitiously watching her father brought to heel on
a nightly basis by his new wife. "You should see her ... tall and blond ...
her boobs are actually bigger than my mom's."

At the end of the ball spanking, Karen flipped around and faced her captured
prey. "Speaking of boobs," she said as she removed the bikini top. She reached
down and stroked Jay's cheek. "I really am sorry," she said, and leaning
forward she allowed her big soft breasts to spread across his chest, as she
nuzzled his neck, and mumbled, "God, you are gorgeous." Then she leaned
forward and, rather unceremoniously, dropped her giant tits onto Jay's face.

As Jay began to lose consciousness (again), he heard her speak. "It was't that
long ago... I was flat as a board ... but Mom told me I'd probably be coming
home with some boobs ... she started to develop during her thirteenth summer
... I'm just a D-cup now, but I bet someday I'm as big as her ... "

For the next ten minutes, she viciously tit smothered him. She alternated
between her right breast, her left breast and her cleavage, changing positions
as he reached the brink of unconsciousness time and time again. At the last,
after one last bit of eye contact, as he silently pleaded with her to have
mercy, she held him under her right boob until he went all the way out.

When Jay awoke from the tit smother, she was standing over him ... completely
naked. While he was out, in addition to removing her bikini bottom, she had
also taken the time to handcuff his hands behind his back. To the obvious
question, she shrugged, "A gift from my step-mom. I think she knew I was
watching all along."

"I'll make you a deal. All summer I watched her ... at the end of each session
... she'd sit on his face, you know, with her pussy (she giggled) on his mouth
... and after a few minutes she'd be screaming ... it looked like she was
having a helluva good time ... I want that ... I'll give you five minutes. If
you can get me there ... maybe I'll get you some ice for your balls."

Jay licked and sucked and tried to move his head around a bit. After five
minutes she was breathing heavy, but she just didn't have the experience to
make her own connection ... and, for Jay's part ... he certainly had no idea
what the hell he was doing.

Rising from Jay's face, Karen sighed. "Well that felt pretty good ... but not
screaming good. No ice for you. Sorry."

She walked around to Jay's feet and picked up his ankles. She then placed her
right foot on top of his balls and crushed him under her full body weight for
the next five minutes or so. Jay's brain had completely shut down, and all
during the ball stomping, the pain was so incomprehensible that all he could
do was quietly cry.

When she dropped his ankles, Jay just lay there. He barely registered that she
had sat her ass right onto his face and was adjusting herself to again cut off
his air supply. As Jay slipped into unconsciousness, he thought he saw
headlights in the driveway, and his last thought before sleep took over was
that Laura was going to see him naked.

When Jay awoke, it was due to the coldness of his balls. As his eyes came
open, it took him a second to register that he was looking directly into
Laura's concerned eyes. She was kneeling at his left. It took Jay a minute to
find his voice and the first thing he said to his giant-busted neighbor was,
"My balls are cold."

Laura smiled lovingly. "I'm holding an ice pack on you. You're bruised and
swollen but you'll be okay. Do you think you can get up?"

She helped the boy to his feet. And then she helped him over to the couch. Jay
sat back and Laura kept the ice pack in position over his crotch. Jay was
still naked, though the handcuffs had been removed.

Staring straight ahead, holding back tears of humiliation, Jay quietly
mumbled, " I'm sorry. She took me by surprise. She squeezed me a lot."

Laura responded "I know, baby, it's okay ... "

Jay interrupted her. "Laura, I'm sorry, but could you move the ice." He
paused, embarrassed to go on. "My balls were achy, but about a minute ago they
started to throb and now it's really starting to hurt." The pain had ramped up
considerably and Jay's voice was tinged with desperation.

"It's okay, sweetie, I'll fix it ... Here lie down."

She rose from the couch and helped Jay to lie down on his back.

Standing upright next to the couch, Laura looked down on him, over the swell
of boobs. "After Karen knocked you out, she gave you a hand job. When you
started to cum, she put you through another steady squeeze, which she
maintained all through your ejaculation. It's a technique some girls use. It's
designed to make a boy have to think about you every hour or so for the next
day or two after a date. Apparently her new step-mother taught it to her. That
woman...ugh...you know her boobs are even bigger than mine. Anyway, for the
next few days, your balls are going to throb every hour ... The only way to
relieve the throbbing is to ejaculate again." Here she sighed deeply. "Hold
still."

And without another word, she went down on him. Before Jay knew what was
happening, his massive-mammaried neighbor had his entire shaft in her mouth
and down her throat. Up to that point in the young man's life, he had never
even had a woman put her lips on his penis, let alone swallow it whole. Jay
came in seconds. Laura swallowed every drop, and by the time she came up for
air, the throbbing had stopped and Jay was breathing normally.

"How do you know she gave me a hand job?"

"She told me. When I walked into the room, she was sitting on your face,
waiting for me. You were unconscious. There was semen all over your stomach.
Little Miss Karen told me the story. I sent her to her room and set about to
helping you...Listen, you're going to have to masturbate like twenty times
over the next two days to relieve the throbbing when it comes around again.
It'll be so bad that it'll wake you up. If you want to stay over tonight, I'll
use my mouth on you the first couple of times ... that way it'll cut down on
how raw and rubbed your penis is going to get.

Now there was an offer ... but, alas, Jay had an 8:00 am flight. He stayed at
Laura's until about midnight. True to her word, she expertly sucked him off
four times, though his penis was scraped raw by the time he boarded the
flight, which turned out to be quite a nightmare, the next morning.

And now several years later, a successful businessman, who, through the years
had bedded all kinds of women, from extremely dominant to entirely submissive,
and everything in between, here was Karen ... again...and she was
breathtaking. Almost the exact same age as Laura was the night of the
incident, she looked exactly like the picture Jay had in his mind's eye of the
star (Laura) of most of his teenage masturbatory fantasies....except that with
her figure, now fully mature; her prophecy had been fulfilled...her tits were
a full cup size larger than Laura's were back in the day.

They had discussed the incident, over drinks, in the way that old friends have
"remember when" conversations. Although this one had been a little odd,
because no matter how evolved you are, the sentence, "Remember when I
suffocated you out, under my tits," is always going to be a little awkward.
Mostly, though, they had laughed. And despite it all, sitting in the booth,
neither could deny that they both were feeling a pretty good amount of sexual
tension.

There was something else, though, and Karen to her credit, had been very
straightforward about it. She wanted Jay to know, right from the outset ...
about four years ago, about a year after it was discovered, she had contracted
the Peerless Virus. With no alternative to wasting away and dying, she had
undergone the treatments, and was, as a result, now a fully-enhanced woman.

Her strength was still peaking, but at her last appointment she had scored one
hundred percent on all of the control modules; so, as she put it, looking
directly into his eyes, and smiling coyly, "When I squeeze you tonight, you
don't have to worry about me popping anything, but when I hoist you up and
suck you off while holding you helpless above my head, you'll completely
understand."

Jay had only ever met one other enhanced woman (it was only something like one
in five hundred thousand that contracted the virus), and that had not been a
pleasant experience.

About a year ago, Jay had been sitting in his car, parked along what was
usually a pretty busy street, when a car had squeezed into the space in front
of him so tightly that there was no way he was going to be able to pull out.
The woman that had exited the car was fiddling with her purse trying to find
change for the parking meter. She had long auburn hair that came almost down
to her butt. It was a bit of a chilly day, and she was bundled up in a black
trench coat-style raincoat that came almost all the way down to the stylish
black boots she was wearing. With her boots' one inch heel, she stood about
five feet four. Jay caught a splash of color, above what was clearly a
prodigious bust, from the scarf that she wore as part of what was probably
business attire.

Quickly exiting his car, Jay thought to himself, I have to be really polite, I
don't want to come off as aggressive or bullying, so when he called to her,
the first thing he did was hold up the two quarters he had fished from his
pocket in a gesture meant to convey his willingness to help a fellow traveller
who was having trouble finding change for the meter. Upon approaching, Jay
noticed she had green eyes, and light smattering of freckles across the bridge
of her nose. Initially she smiled at him. But when he gestured at the almost
non-existent gap between the cars, her smile vanished.

"Do you know how long, I've been circling looking for a space?" She was
clearly exasperated. "I'm already ten minutes late."

"I'm sorry. I completely understand. If you could just pull out; I'll pull
out, and get on my way, then you can have plenty of room."

Now she was getting angry. "Did you hear me just say I was late?"

"Um ... okay, you know what never mind ... I'll just ... " (He was going to
say: get some work done over in that Starbucks, until you come out) when she
shoved him aside and headed for his car.

Now, it was at the moment that she shoved him aside that it first occurred to
him that something might be up. The Peerless Virus was not really a main
stream health event, affecting, as it did, only women. No one went about their
day wondering if they'd run into an enhanced woman. There were only like three
hundred of them in the whole United States, and perhaps seven thousand in the
whole world. Jay could not, however, help but notice that she had barely
raised her hand, and he had flown a good ten feet before hitting the ground,
and rolling over backwards twice.

As such, he was barely to his knees when she reached under the side of his
car, about halfway between the sidewalk side tires, and with one hand, and
exhibiting virtually no effort, flipped his unassuming little Honda across two
lanes of the (thankfully) deserted street. It landed, after having flipped
twice, on the opposite sidewalk.

"There, now you're pulled out," she called as she turned on her heel and
strode purposefully into the building.

So, the first thing Jay asked Karen was about her strength.

"Well, as I said, my strength is still peaking, but there are these machines
called Utech Simulators, and they show me as being able to lift about twenty
tons over my head, and about seventy tons off the ground. Given proper
bracing, I could probably push a cruise ship away from its dock, but only an
inch or two.

Clearly, she had been through this type of discussion before, so she continued
without prompting, and addressed all of the rumor and innuendo that surrounds
enhanced women.

"I can't fly, though I can jump pretty high ... a couple of stories at least.
The treatments have been shown to alter some women's personalities towards a
higher level of regular and sexual aggression. I've actually met a few, and
maybe that explains your redhead. Personally, I was always pretty laid-back,
and in my everyday life I'm just not that aggressive, but there's really no
such thing as a sexually submissive enhanced woman, ... when I want my pussy
licked, I sit on your face ... none of this lying on my back shit. My
pheromones are a little supercharged, and I can control them, so ... if I want
to, I can render you helpless just by touching you, or kissing you, or even
just by letting you get a whiff of me (especially if I'm sitting on your
face). I can also use them to create a power of suggestion ... so I can make
you do simple things like forget your name for a few minutes or hop on one
foot for a short time, just by telling you to. (I keep them turned off most of
the time, though ... for obvious reasons.) Also, I can detect a certain
fragrance on other enhanced women that allows me to identify them ... just as
they can identify me. For the most part, though, I try to be just a regular
girl, who can pick up really heavy things, and has really big boobs ... they
were pretty big to start with, but these things (and she cupped her mammoth
breasts) ... after the treatments ... belong on the internet."

"Oh ... and I like to squeeze balls ... (and again she smiled coyly) ... but
you already knew that."

So, they had risen out of the booth, and faced one another. And, Jay had
instinctively stepped forward and gathered her into a hug ... and she had
settled into him, tucking her chin to his chest, and listening to his heart
beat; a little bit faster now, as the contour of her lovely bosom pressing
against him went to work on his endocrine system. He had leaned forward and
kissed her on the cheek. "I guess there's nothing I can do to keep you from
squeezing me?" Jay had asked, with some small amount of hope in his voice. Not
lifting her face from where it was buried, her cheek against his collarbone,
she mumbled, "Well you could try pushing me away ... if it makes you feel
better."

So, Jay had stepped back, but she had held him fast for an extra few seconds.
Truth be told, Karen hadn't been hugged by a man she felt attracted to in a
long time, and, at least, for the moment, she was luxuriating in his
masculinity. The irony of the moment, of course, being that her masculine hero
was, at the moment, struggling to break free from her gentle hug, and she was
so much stronger than he, that, lost in her swelling feelings, she didn't even
notice his efforts.

Eventually she let him go, and he stepped back and placed his hands on her
shoulders, just above her breasts; although given the size of her tits, the
heels of his hands were definitely in contact with the upper regions of her
boobs. Jay at five feet eleven was six inches taller. And, at one-ninety he
was in good, gym-rat, weight-trained shape. He knew, though, as an enhanced
woman, although she gave the appearance of a super-busty, athletic,
hour-glass, she probably, as a function of her superhumanly dense muscles,
outweighed him by about two hundred pounds.

Bracing himself, he was soon pushing with all his weight and strength. She
smiled up at him, examined her nails, faked a yawn. Reaching behind his head,
she drew him to her and they kissed ... deeply. During the kiss, his hands
migrated south to her breasts, and within a minute, he accomplished what he
hadn't been able to by trying to push her ... he had her breathing heavy.

Pushing her back up against the wall (only because she allowed it), Jay got
her jeans unbuttoned and worked his right hand into her panties, his left hand
migrated under her shirt, and continued to work on her big right tit. His
right hand quickly found her button, and his fingers went to work. They had
broken off the kiss, and her face was buried in the crook of his neck; her
eyes were closed, her arms had dropped helplessly to her sides, and she was
beginning to moan quietly.

"Jay...mmm...baby...please...."

She tried to resist, but, truth be told, the star of most of her teenage
masturbatory fantasies was rolling her clit between his fingers and tweaking
her nipple in just the right way. And he smelled really, really good.

She went off like a rocket ship.

The power that radiated off of her was insane. The energy generated by the
contractions of her vagina alone would have been enough to power a small
house. Her arms came up and wrapped around Jay, in an embrace that would have
crushed the ribs of the average grizzly bear; and she dragged him to the
ground as she collapsed on top of him in a quivering heap of ecstasy.

Despite his finger having been inserted into her when her pussy lips clamped
shut like a pneumatic press; despite her hug that would have crushed a steel
beam; despite her nearly four hundred pounds stretched out on top of him, Jay
was entirely unhurt. Recovering herself, she rolled off of him. He gently
removed his finger from her, and withdrew his hand from her panties.

"Damn...that was...." She rolled back over to him and kissed him deeply.
"Thank you...that was...wonderful."

He kissed her back "Karen...how come I'm not dead?"

Karen explained one of the many quirks of her enhancement. "No one really
understands the biology, but, as long as you're in contact with me, I can
extend my strength out to you and sort of wrap you up in it, basically to
protect you from...well...me. It actually happens automatically; although, if
I concentrate, I can turn it off. So if I want to hurt somebody, I can. (Of
course I guess, if I couldn't turn it off, I could just drop a bus or
something on them.) Anyway, because I have it that means I can completely lose
control when I orgasm and not have to worry about your safety."

Rising to her knees, she bent over him and kissed him on his nose. "Obviously,
you'd have a much better chance of escape if I let you carry on...you know ...
finger-banging me; and there will be plenty of time for that later, but (and
here she looked deeply into his eyes), you are going to be squeezed tonight."
And suddenly, he had no idea how, she was standing up and he was draped over
her shoulder. Finding his hands hanging down her back, he did the natural
thing, and cupped her perfectly pear-shaped ass ... and she started a bit. And
he could hear the smile in her voice when she said, "And plenty of time for
that too." Carrying him over to the bar, she explained that the motel was
empty of guests, except for him, and, turning around, she introduced him to
the bartender, Kelly. Flopped over her shoulder as he was, he simply extended
his hand across the bar and they shook. "Pleased to meet you."

Kelly had been working the bar for Karen for about three months. She was a
junior at the nearby college. She was about the same height as Karen, not
quite as curvy in her hips, and smaller-busted, but by no means small-busted,
sporting firm, round double D's.

Karen explained, as she, despite his attempting to prevent her from doing so
(it probably looked like a young mother removing the clothes of her toddler to
change him into pajamas), stripped Jay out of his clothes, and placed him
gently onto the bar, that, in the time Kelly had worked for her, they had
bonded over their shared love of squeezing testicles ... and that Kelly was
going to have a go at him, before she took him back to her apartment (at the
far end of the motel).

During all of this, as Karen had effortlessly held him pinned to the bar with
one arm. Kelly had come around the bar and removed Karen's shirt and bra. The
plan was for Karen to hold Jay pinned under her tits, while Kelly went behind
her, and sat up on the bar, straddling Jay's thighs. From that position, Kelly
would simply reach between Jay's legs and squeeze and squeeze.

The last Jay saw of Kelly she was climbing on to one of the bar stools. He
lost sight of her as Karen kissed him on the forehead and began to lower her
tits to his face.

Now given the precarious nature of his situation, Jay sensed time slowing
down; but it was seeming like an awful long time for Kelly to get situated on
his legs. Buried in boobs, he couldn't see what was going on down there.
Licking and sucking for all he was worth, he was hoping to distract Karen.
Maybe get her motor running again, so she'd cut Kelly short ... and, he hoped
if he could get her amped enough, maybe not even squeeze him herself, and just
jump right back to the sex. And, it seemed to be working. Karen was moaning
softly and stroking her fingers through his hair, and, as much as he could
tell, getting pretty distracted.

But now at least a minute had gone by and Kelly had not started squeezing. In
fact, she had not even sat down on his legs. Not wanting to disturb things
with Karen, Jay just kept up servicing her tits, figuring, the longer I'm not
getting squeezed, the better.

Kelly for her own part, had, in fact, not made it off the bar stool. As she
stepped to the bar, she was grabbed from behind, with such speed and ferocity
that she had not had a chance to utter a sound. Before she had registered what
had hit her, she had been carried, at blinding speed, out of the bar room,
through the restaurant, and into the restroom. Coming to her senses, she tried
to scream, but her lips were already covered by the lips of her assailant, and
her assailant's hands had already begun to massage her young, firm boobs. In
less than five seconds, all of the tension had gone out of her body, and she
was absolutely helpless to resist, or even to move.

Having experienced Karen's attentions in the past, Kelly knew, despite being
unable to see, due to the lights in the restaurant and the bathroom having
been turned off, that she was in the hands of an enhanced woman, and that
there was nothing for her to do but luxuriate in the complete and utter sexual
helplessness. Enhanced women claimed that they had no way of manipulating the
emotions or feelings of others, but Kelly knew first-hand, that when she
wanted to an enhanced woman could render you completely helpless just by
putting her lips on you, or stroking or petting you. When an enhanced woman
wanted you helpless, your ability to resist was pretty much shot, if for no
other reason than it felt ... so ... good.

The woman, who, as her eyes adjusted, looked to Kelly like an older, bustier
version of Karen, with brown hair, and green eyes, broke off the kiss, and
smiled warmly at Kelly. Kelly smiled back, but even if the kiss hadn't
rendered her speechless, the woman's continued manipulation of her boobs (The
woman had slipped her hands under Kelly's shirt, and had carefully, so as not
to hurt the helpless girl, torn her bra in half, like it was tissue paper. As
such, her hands were now in contact with Kelly's bare breasts) would have kept
her from being able to utter a sound. And she had been taken so thoroughly
that she was completely paralyzed.

Sweeping Kelly into her arms, the woman lay her down onto the tiled floor on
her back. Kelly silently watched, unable to even wrinkle her nose, as the
woman reached under her skirt, and worked Kelly's panties down her legs. She
put the pink, lacy thong into Kelly's hand, and brushing the hair out of
Kelly's eyes, smiled at her the helpless girl, and said quietly, "They're very
pretty ... so feminine." Kelly tried to make her eyes say, thank you. Reaching
back under the motionless young woman's skirt, the enhanced woman quickly
found Kelly's clit. Pinching it gently between her thumb and forefinger, she
gave it an exceedingly gentle twist. Withdrawing her hand, she stroked Kelly's
cheek, brushed her fingers over Kelly's lips, and whispered, "The first orgasm
should come in about a minute. It'll last about two minutes, and it'll be
pretty intense. When it subsides, you'll be so used up that you'll probably
pass out. Then it'll hit you about every five minutes for the next hour. You
seem like a sweet girl. Try to enjoy." And she was gone.

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