A Memoir of the New Paradigm  Chapter 2 
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"Honey! A.J.! Are you awake?

My eyes opened.

"A.J.!!!"

Janey was calling to me from the en suite bathroom. I jumped out of bed,
realizing as I did that I could move again. "Coming!" Hey! I can talk again
too.

I stuck my head in the door of the bathroom.

Janey had clearly just finished showering. She was still standing in the
stall. Cowering actually. She had a towel wrapped around her waist and was
holding a second towel in front of her boobs. She was pointing at something on
the floor. My eyes travelled to where she was pointing.

"Jesus. Janey. I was sleeping."

"But it's got like a thousand legs!"

I grabbed some toilet paper and disposed of the bug. That's my wife, strong
enough to uproot a tree in the same manner that I would pluck a dandelion, but
always ready to play the "woman card," when it came to bugs.

I turned to head back to the bedroom.

"Hey, Gorgeous..."

I turned, and she dropped the towel that was covering her chest and brought
all her Double K-cup goodness to bear. "You're my hero."

I flashed back to the first time I had ever heard her say that. It was the
first Summer after the girls had enhanced. Due to the misunderstanding that
had resulted from her inadvertent refusal of my letters while she was away
learning how to control her enhancements, Janey (and I) had had a very rough
re-entry and had spent most of the Spring taking it out on me, physically and
emotionally. Then I had been away all Summer...and then came Faith Sutton's
pool party.

I had just returned from my uncle's country house where I'd spent the Summer
helping him build an addition to the house. Janey had walked me to the party
and had tried to warn me about how some of the girls were planning some bad
stuff, but she had been so mean to me that I just didn't trust her. And then,
at the party, she had rescued me from a bunch of the girls who had planned to
make an example of me so that all the guys would know that they were taking
over.

Janey and I had left the party, arm in arm. During the walk home, she made me
tell all of the details of how, earlier in the Spring, I had saved her from a
couple of guys who had date-drugged her. When we got to her front step, she
had mounted it, so that we were just about the same height, and leaned into me
so that our foreheads were touching.

"I don't care how strong, I am; or whatever...you are my hero. You have always
been my hero; and you will always be my hero. You are the kindest, and the
bravest person I know. I bet somewhere in there, you're actually worried about
those girls I just trashed. I love you, and I am in love with you; and I have
been in love with you since we were babies...and I will never get over how
lucky I am that you love me..."

We stayed in that position for a couple of beats; and I whispered, "I love
you, Janey."

And a couple of more beats went by, our heads still touching.

"Janey?"

"A.J.?"

"When you were draining Faith, you said a lot about how I belong to you and
you said something about disciplining me...what's that all about?"

More beats.

"The world's about to change, A.J. Over the next generation, it's going to
become very hard to be a man. Women are going to become more and more
exploitive and domineering. Norms are going to change. Laws are going to
change. And if we are going to live the life we want to live amidst all of it,
then there are going to be times when we need to go along with certain
expectations...put on a show...pretend that we're conforming...especially in
public. It's going to be weird...but...I think there are also going to be
opportunities. Other women are going to discount men entirely...but...you...."
and here she kissed me deeply. "You are going to be my secret weapon. And we
are going to conquer the world together...and by that, I mean we're going to
have the life we have always dreamed of having, no matter how strong I am, or
whatever weird shit Faith and her idiots decide to do to men."

And she kissed me again, deeply.

"So," I said, "The team is getting back on the field?"

"The team," she replied, "Is definitely getting back on the field." And she
turned, unlocked the door, stepped inside, and, over her shoulder, said, "But
first, the team is going to have some sex." And she headed through the
entrance hall to the stairs.

She was about six strides away, at the first step to the upstairs, when she
realized, I had not yet come through the door. Turning back around, she gazed
at me through the screen. We held each other's gaze for a few moments, and
then, very slowly, I opened the screen door and came through it, almost
gingerly. I shut and locked the big front door behind me. And then I turned
back to Janey, and our eyes again met, and we gazed at one another, across the
entrance hall for another few moments, as if it was the first time, we had
ever encountered one another. And then, absolutely simultaneously, I bolted
for her, and she, shrieking delightedly, bounded up the stairs.

She got to her bedroom, and leaped onto her bed, and I was on her before she
even had a chance to turn to face me. Her hands came up, and I tore the
sweatshirt over her head, and she twisted around and got a hold of the shorts
I had "borrowed" from Faith's dad and tore them off of me as if she was
tearing tissue paper. We were on our knees, facing one another, and I reached
for the shoulder straps of her one piece bathing-suit, when suddenly, she
wrapped her arms around me, pinning my arms to my sides. It was like I had
been wrapped up in velvet-covered iron bands.

She gave me a quick peck on the nose, and in one quick motion lifted me over
her head and placed me onto my back. She was (is) so strong, and so fast; yet
so incredibly gentle, that I barely registered her movements. But one minute I
was on my knees pulling her shorts over her beautiful round butt, and the next
second, I was flat on my back on the bed and she was straddling my hips.

I smiled up at her. "Is this what you meant when you said I belong to you?"

"Damn straight, Skippy."

I again reached for her bathing suit's shoulder straps, and pulled them over
her shoulders, and her tits were out. It was the first time I'd seen them in
their full glory since her enhancement. And they were big. They were very,
very big. But amazingly, their size was not their distinguishing
characteristic. And that is because they were also perfect. They were
perfectly round, with perfectly round, neat, dark-pink nipples; which were, in
turn, perfectly sized to the creamy white orbs that supported them. And
speaking of support, Janey's breasts were perfectly perched on her chest;
perfectly balanced, and perfectly enticing.

I reached out to touch them, but before I got there, Janey had pulled back,
and slid down my body. She took me on both sides of my hips and tossed me out
from under her, and up on to her left shoulder. Hopping off the bed, with no
effort regarding the two hundred-plus pound man she had balanced on her
shoulder, she reached down with her right hand and worked off the bathing
suit. and then we were back on the bed, back in the same position in which we
had started. It happened so fast and with so little effort on her part that I
would have doubted it had even taken place, except that now I could feel the
heat from her lady parts on my lower abdomen. And she was furnace-hot.

I looked up at her, and only because we knew each other so well, she
understood.

"It's just the way it is now, A.J. I'm really, really strong. It doesn't
change what's really important...all the underlying stuff."

I met her gaze. "Damn straight, Skippy."

Her beaming smile made my heart nearly burst with happiness.

She leaned forward and allowed me to take her breasts in my hands. The first
thing I noticed was their weight. They were heavy. Probably due to the density
increase in enhanced women. I'd guess they each weighed about ten pounds. But
they were soft, and welcoming. I traced around her nipples, and gently, very
gently, rolled them around in my fingertips. "Harder," she breathed. "Squeeze
me really hard. And suck on me really hard." I did as I was told.

"Mmmm," she purred. And rather suddenly, certainly without warning, she
clicked into her first orgasm.

She dropped all twenty pounds of her tits down onto my face and smothered me
under them. No light. Just tits. My hands had come out and I was hugging her
around her neck, trying to wrestle myself free, as she held me under her
boobs. She was screaming, "Oh, A.J.; Oh, A.J," and I was like a rowboat trying
to ride a tidal wave. Except that I was underneath of it. Within minutes I was
woozy, and my hands dropped from her neck to her sides. And that was when she
popped up, and I scooped in a great inhale of air.

She stared down at me. I stared up at her; and eventually her face came back
into focus. Her boobs felt great on my chest, and my hands had somehow landed
on her perfect ass.

"Janey?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"Did you just have an orgasm?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Janey?"

"Mmm hmm?"

"How come I'm not dead?"

She chuckled. "I'll explain the details tomorrow. But it's one of the
enhancements."

I nodded my understanding. And never breaking eye contact, I maneuvered myself
out from under her (because she allowed me to) and gently lowered her back on
the bed (because she allowed me to).

I was on the bed to her right, and I kissed her on her ear, and then I kissed
her on her neck. I kissed her on the sweeping rise of her right breast, and I
kissed her on her belly. I kissed her on her hip, and then I looked her in the
eyes again. Then I kissed her, very, very gently in her softest, softest
place. Then with my lips still on the silky down above her womanhood, I
glanced up at her one more time. Our eyes met, and she laid her head back on
the pillow, and closed her eyes.

The details of my ministrations are not important. I was enthusiastic, and I
was gentle. I kissed. I licked. I sucked. Janey moaned. A lot. And then we
found the rhythm. Together. And it was wonderful.

As we got to the finish line, she started to whisper, "Right there, right
there." And then, a little louder, "Right there, right there." And I pressed
down harder with my tongue on the spot I was on, and brought my finger up, and
put it right next to my tongue, and gently pressed on her mound.

And she sat bolt upright, and yelled, "My God...A.J.; you are..." And she
flopped back down on to her back, and her legs came over my shoulders and
wrapped around my head. The insides of her thighs were silky smooth, and soft,
and felt great against my cheeks. I burrowed my face in even deeper, and she
placed her hands on the back of my head and finished, "...my prince."

This time her orgasm went on for a long time, but it was much gentler. She
didn't thrash too much, and she didn't crush my skull between her thighs. She
pressed my face deeply into her sweetness, and she moaned so hard that each
exhale became a little sob. Then with mostly body language, she drew me up her
body; and by the time we were face-to-face, her breathing was returning to
normal. She took my face in her hands, and there were actual tears in her
eyes; but her smile was angelic.

"Wow," Janey breathed.

"I know...right? I paused for effect. "Want to know a secret?"

"Mmm," she purred.

I whispered, "I have no idea what I'm doing."

She cracked up; and I just hugged her.

After a few minutes, Janey said, "Baby, it's time."

"Yeah, um, Janey, about that."

She looked at me quizzically.

"I, uh, I don't have anything, for, you know, protection"

She giggled. "Actually, we don't need anything. I can't get pregnant unless I
want to."

"An enhancement?"

"Yup. Details tomorrow...but for now...just be gentle with me..."

"Janey?"

"Mmm?"

"Aren't you, like, made of steel."

"Actually, it's more like titanium...heh, that's funny, a titanium vagina,"
and she kissed me on the nose. "I don't think you really need to be gentle. I
just always pictured myself saying that to you...you know...when I would
imagine our first time."

"Yeah. This is kind of a big moment."

"Did you ever imagine it?"

I gave her my best, "Are you really asking me that question," look. "Pretty
much every night, since I was old enough to ...you know..."

She rolled her eyes. "So, you're saying, when you would masturbate, you would
think about...me?" I dropped my head to her big left boob, and mumbled,
"Pretty much every time," into it.

She chucked her finger under my chin, and brought my head up, so that we made
eye contact. "A.J.; that may be the sweetest thing you have ever said to me."

That's my Janey...knows a compliment when she hears it.

I kissed her on the cheek, and positioned myself over her, and, despite her
New Paradigm indestructibility ventured gently to her doorstep. We
touched...and the best way to describe it is to conjure the image of an
airplane window shattering, and the cabin depressurizing. It was like her
insides reached out, enveloped me, and tucked me inside of her in a manner
that was, both, savagely primal and lovingly protective.

I tried to start pumping, but she held me fast inside of her. And then she
went to work on me. She began contracting and relaxing the muscles of her
womb. Up and down my shaft, they went. From top to bottom, and then from
bottom to top; and at varying speeds. Sometimes the pulses were fluttery.
Sometimes they were firm. I felt as if I were being gripped and released;
simultaneously as I was being rubbed and stroked. It was as if I were
completely immersed in pure pleasure...which, of course, I was.

And, then, somehow, Janey brought every other of her feminine muscularity into
the mix. Suddenly, without easing off the pleasures she was bringing to my
shaft, it felt as if she had somehow surrounded the head. She pulsed all
around its rim, and rubbed it gently in a twirly, circular motion. It even
felt as if she was tickling around the opening.

After about eight minutes, I was ready to let loose, and, with no warning, all
of the manipulations ceased, as if a switch had been flipped. She clamped
down, and it felt as if she had wrapped a tight ring around the base of my
cock. No words passed between us, but the minute I was under control again,
all of the aforesaid manipulations started up again as if they had never
ceased.

She let me go on for another couple of minutes, and then putting her lips
against my ear, she breathed, "You...are...mine."

And then she let me release...and she let herself go at the same time. This
was, of course, like nothing I had ever felt before. Every muscle in my body
seemed to contract at the same time, and every neuron in my brain fired at
once. And through it all, I was vaguely aware of the nuclear bomb that was
going off right under me.

We ended up on the floor all the way across the room. I have no idea how we
got there. She was still under me, but she was facing the floor, and, somehow,
I was still inside of her. I was sprawled over her...our arms and legs were
all tangled up...my head was hanging over her shoulder, with my chin on the
floor, and her hair was draped over my head blocking out most of the light.

"Damn. A.J. Are you, all right?"

"I think so...you?"

Without waiting for me to get off of her (or out of her), she rose to her
knees, and then to her feet. I was hanging off of her back, and I'm pretty
sure she wasn't even aware of the two hundred plus pounds of dead weight that
I was adding to the equation. As she came to stand, I slipped out of her (more
like she let go of me), my feet came under me and I stood up away from her.
She turned to face me, and we fell into an exhausted hug.

We walked back to her bed, hand in hand, and got under the covers. No words
passed between us. I went to the far side, and she got in on my left, and
we've been sleeping on those sides of the bed ever since. We were exhausted,
and the last thing I remember was her rolling to her left side, me spooning up
behind her, and her taking my right arm as it crossed over her shoulder and
pressing my hand into the softness of her big chest.

I awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee. I got myself
together...brushed my teeth using my finger...that kind of thing...but...after
the hijinks of last night...nothing to wear. I headed down to the kitchen.

Janey was at the stove...her back to me...scrambling eggs, and frying bacon.
The coffee was brewing, and the table was set for two. I stood in the doorway,
and took her in. And she was a vision.

Her hair was in a loose ponytail, and her feet were bare. She was wearing a
matching bra and panties set, in black satin, built for function (as opposed
to sexiness). The panties covered her entire perfect rear end, the bra's band
was five clasps wide, and the cups were pretty much full coverage. And, also,
she was wearing kind of a jacket. It was sheer with black borders, came to
just the top of her panties, and was tied with a bow at the nape of her neck,
but otherwise unclasped all the way down the front.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked without turning around.

"You can smell my...you know...through the bacon, eggs, and coffee, and
everything?"

"Yup. But I can also hear your heart beating, and a bunch of other stuff. And
we're going to go through all of my enhancements today...and I think, it's
going to be fun; and maybe even a little sexy, but first I'm going to feed
you...because, no matter how liberated, or evolved, or whatever I am...
getting a meal to the table is something every woman should be able to do."

And she turned to the table with a big plate of eggs, and bacon. "Grab the
coffee, and I'll pour the orange juice."

I did as I was told, and we ate, and enjoyed each other's company, as we
hadn't in many months, and the team was back on the field, and I was really,
really happy.

After breakfast, I rinsed, and she loaded the dishwasher. When we were
finished, she sidled up to me. "Um...before we get on to the enhancements,
would it be okay if I... maybe...you know..." She put her hand on my penis.

I smiled down at her. "So, you think all you have to do is rub up against me,
and I'll just give you all of my hard-earned semen?

She smiled up at me and turned so that her breasts were pressed up against my
arm. She wrapped her arms around me, making it rather clear that I wasn't
going anywhere. "Well...if you won't give it to me willingly...I'll just take
it...I can do that, you know...us enhanced women...we're very strong."

"It's not going to be that easy. I'll put up a fight."

She kissed me on the cheek. "Oh...Sweetie...of course you will. And after a
pause, during which she took a deep breath, attendant to which my rather
substantial arm all but disappeared into her cleavage, "Do you think I'll even
notice?"

I wiggled my arm that was trapped between us, so that my fingers got in
contact with the front of her panties. I patted her and rubbed her a bit. I
gently pinched her, and sort of tickle-scratched her. She put her head on my
shoulder, and sighed., contentedly. She let me keep it up for a while. And
then she sighed, contentedly, again, and asked. "So, you're trying the 'pussy
distraction defense'?"

"Is it working?"

"A little bit," she moaned.

"Really?"

And in one smooth motion, she snatched me up into a bridal carry. "Nope."

When she scooped me up, she sort of tucked me up under her boobs. And her
breasts were so large that spread out as they were, they actually covered me
more than half way across my body, from my mid-chest all the way down to my
hips. And they felt great.

Once I realized the manner in which she had picked me up, though, I
immediately started to struggle. She was holding me tightly enough, however,
that she actually took no notice. And she turned and headed for the stairs.
She smiled down at me. And that's when she noticed that I was struggling in
earnest, and clearly not enjoying the situation any more. And she quickly set
me back on my feet and stepped back.

"What's wrong, Baby? Too tight?"

I put my hand on her shoulder, and drew her into a hug, my arms over top of
hers. She settled in to me, her face in my neck. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, Janey. It's just that...it's...I have spent almost my whole life
trying to figure out what it means to be a man; and that hasn't always been
easy... I don't remember my father...but, I've always had you...and that
sounds weird, but, pretty much since the first time I set eyes on you, when we
were four, I have wanted to be really good at being a man...you know...for
you...and, even though, I know I still have a long way to go, I think, I was
just starting to get a handle on it...and then everything
changed...except...where you're concerned...all I want...still...is to be
really good at being a man...and that has nothing to do with who's strong; and
who's stronger." I paused to gather my thoughts. "I don't care that sometimes
you pick me up and carry me around...like you said last night...it doesn't
change the underlying stuff...but...could I ask...I'm sorry...but...could I
ask...that you not carry me like that?"

She brought her head out from where it was still buried in my neck and reached
up and put her hand on my cheek. "Sure, Babe." And she looked deep into my
eyes, with some concern. Her question was implied.

"It's just that...whenever I daydreamed...about our first time...or when we
get married, that's how Iwould be carrying you...and I... well...I don't think
it'll ever...you know...since..."

She put a finger on my lips. And then she kissed me. And she hugged me. And
she snuggled into me. And then, keeping her arms around me, she stepped back a
little, and there were tears in her eyes.

I immediately pulled her back in and kissed both of her eyes to wipe away the
tears. "Janey, I'm sorry. You can carry me any way you want. I understand the
Testostrogen makes you more aggressive...and I shouldn't tell you what to
do..."

She stepped back again. "Is that why you think I'm crying?"

I shrugged.

She smiled through her tears. "You are...such...a good man."

And that quickly, I was over her shoulder.

I slipped my hands into the back of her panties and massaged her ass all the
way up to her room. When we got up there, she shifted me around, and holding
me across her big breasts, took me into her mouth. I actually tried to
struggle a bit, just for laughs, but with one of her arms wrapped around my
upper body, holding my arms in place, and her other arm wrapped around my
legs, she simply didn't notice.

She was holding me at just the right angle, and she just slid me in and out of
her mouth for a couple of minutes, until it became too much, and I let go. She
sucked and sucked, and right when I was empty, she pulled me out and laid me
gently onto the bed. Smiling down at me, she ran her finger over her lips,
"We're going to have to come up with some kind of schedule for...you
know...this type of thing...as opposed to...you know...," and her voice
dropped to a whisper, "sex."

I put my hand on her thigh. "I'm sure we'll figure it out." I propped myself
up on my elbows. "Or, at least, I'm sure we'll have a hell of a good time
figuring it out." I smiled up at her. "So, let's do your enhancements."

She beamed down at me. "Okay...stand up."

She took off the jacket-thing she was wearing, put her hands on her hips, and
extended one leg. Classic model pose. I got hard just looking at her, and she
let her knuckles brush me up and down for a minute. Then to herself, "Focus,
Janey." And she shook her head as if to clear the cobwebs. Pulling the pony
tail out of her hair, she said, "Just to get our feet wet; run your fingers
through my hair."

I stepped to her and put my hands on her head. Our eyes met, and we both
cracked up. "Stop...stop," she giggled. "Some of these are pretty cool. Now
come on, be serious."

I ran my fingers into her hair, and as my hands passed behind her, and came
about even with her shoulders, they stopped. I couldn't move them any farther
down, I couldn't pull them out. I could move, she wasn't controlling my
movements or anything; her hair was simply holding my hands in place. She
reached down and gently cupped me and made a kissy face with her lips.

"That's so cool. Even your hair is strong."

"Mmm hmm." She was actually actively rubbing me now, and I was pretty hard.
She took me in hand, like my dick was the handle of a beer stein, or a coffee
mug. And up I went; until my balls were even with her mouth, and she reached
out with her tongue and gave them a lick; and then sucked on them for a few
minutes. When she was finished, she lowered me, let go, and stepped back.

"Well, that was different." I reached down and checked myself. "Okay, you just
lifted me by my...and it's not broken...and it didn't come off in your hand."

"I think this is the most important enhancement. Anything I touch...and it
doesn't have to be organic...anything I touch...the integrity of its structure
becomes virtually absolute. That's how we can "rock and roll" on the bed
without destroying it...and how I can, you know, "go off" and not break you
into little pieces." She smiled goofily. "Sit on the bed." I did as I was
told. And she reached down, and took hold of one of the bed legs, and up I
went. The bed stayed perfectly level, the bed leg didn't snap off under the
stress, and I felt as if I were as stable as if I were sitting on the ground.
She lowered me, and I hopped up off the bed.

"Um?"

"Yeeessss?" she smiled. And here, I made one of those mistakes that men have
been making, when talking to women, since the beginning of time. I asked a
question to which I did not already know the answer.

"Not to bring up the unhappy past...but...when you squeezed me that time on
the pool deck...um...well it sort of broke me...a little."

The sound effect would have been a needle scratching across a record. Janey
looked as if I'd struck her. She dropped her gaze to my feet, and, clearly
feeling terrible, and trying really hard to hold back tears, whispered, "I can
turn it off."

It took a minute, and then I understood. I sat back down on the bed and tried
to focus. A minute passed, and I came to a decision. It might get me beaten to
death; but what the hell. "Janey. Come here."

She squeaked out a little sob but didn't move.

"Janey...I said...come...here." She stayed.

"Listen." And I stood up and set myself across from her. "I am yours...I
belong to you...as sinister as that may be; in the New Paradigm it is what it
is, and we'll deal with that going forward...but...despite the fact that if
you decided to, you could crush my skull with your little finger...and I
really hope that you don't ... whether you know it or not..." And, I took a
deep, deep breath. "You...are...mine. And. You belong to me...too." I took
another deep breath. "Look at where we are. Look at what we're doing. How we
got here doesn't matter...only that we're here."

And the emotion of what I was about to say took me, and I had to pause to get
myself under control. "Janey...please...you don't know how unbelievably sad I
was for all those months...because I thought I'd lost you...because I thought
you didn't love me any more...please...I don't care about anything as long as
we're us again...please...you're my Janey. Please..."

She shuffled over. Eyes down. I took her hands and, sitting back on to the
bed, pulled her on to my lap. She put her arms around me and pulled my head
down to her chest. Her head was above mine, her cheek resting against the top
of my head, above my ear. And she began to weep.

I hugged her as hard as I could, and just hoped that she could feel it. She
cried for like ten minutes. I rocked her, and petted her, and made sympathy
noises. And when she was finished crying, she wouldn't let go of me. She clung
to me and kissed me all over my face and neck. She ran her fingers through my
hair and started rubbing my shoulders and back. And then she kissed me very,
very deeply.

And she looked deep into my eyes, and said, "I'm going to take you now...and
not because of any New Paradigm bullshit aggressiveness or whatever...not
because you belong to me...I'm going to take you because if I don't have
you...right now...I think I might die. You are everything to me...but the best
part of my life is...I am everything to you." And she stood up off of my lap,
and, facing me, worked her panties over her hips, and let them fall to the
floor.

Our eyes met for exactly one beat; and she was on me so fast I couldn't even
follow her movements. I was flat on my back, and inside of her faster than I
could blink. And the first thing she did was wrap that muscle she has inside
around the base of my cock, so I couldn't cum no matter how hard I tried. And
then...she fucked me...and there is no other word for it...she fucked
me...until she was satisfied and satiated. And it took quite a while.

She'd wrapped me up in her arms, pinning mine to my sides. She had straddled
me so that my legs were inside of hers. I was completely immobile as her hips
hammered up and down on me, and her massive breasts pulverized my chest. It
was unimaginably wonderful.

It was unimaginably wonderful to be that desired by another human being. It
was unimaginably wonderful that that human being was my Janey.

Finally, after she'd caught her breath following her third orgasm, she
released me, and I came like it was my job. She waited for my breathing to
return to normal. She was stretched out on top of me. I was still hard inside
of her. She lifted herself up off of me and helped me up off the bed.

She reached her arms out, and I took her in. Her face was in my neck again;
and we just stayed that way for about five minutes, until she broke away, and
put her panties back on.

"That was good," she stated in the same tone she would have used to say: "the
sky is blue." And then after a pause during which she brought a finger up to
her lips, and swung her hips around sexily, "So... Do you want to see the next
one?"

"Sure."

"Okay. I'm going to show you this one now...because I think it'll make you
happy."

And with no further prelude; she leaped into my arms; into a bridal carry. I
caught her out of instinct, all the while knowing I wouldn't be able to hold
her. But I could. In fact, I held her easily. She couldn't have weighed more
than she weighed before she enhanced, a buck thirty, maybe thirty-five. It
sunk in. I twirled her around. "How is this possible?" She made to climb out
of my arms, but I didn't want to put her down. So, she let me hold her for a
few more minutes.

And then it hit me, and I put her down. "Janey?"

She looked at me coyly.

"Can you...can you...fly?"

She chuckled. And we sort of eyed each other. And she didn't deny it.

"Okay. Here's how it works. Because of the Testostrogen, my strength exists on
a cellular level. My cells are independently strong. Every cell of my body,
billions and trillions of them, are strong. I mean, it's a new kind of
physics. It's how a 319-pound girl...and by the way that's the last time we
will ever speak in specifics about my weight...could lift an ocean liner out
of its berth. So, if I really concentrate...my cells...they kind of can grab
on to the stuff in the air, the dust, the pollen...the air molecules
themselves. Basically, I am so strong that I can climb the air. So,
theoretically, I could climb through the air, which would be sort of flying,
but it takes a lot of concentration. Floating, with you helping out, is much
easier. So next time," and she pecked me on the cheek, "you can carry me
through the doorway, or lay me down into our bed...and it'll be just how you
always imagined it...and... I love you...and..."

And I kissed her. And I pulled back and looked into her eyes. And I lifted her
a little higher and put my lips on her breasts. "Hey, hey, you're wrecking my
concentration. Be careful, or I'll get really heavy, really fast."

We actually kissed for a couple of minutes, because apparently it doesn't take
that much concentration, she was just kidding, and then we broke, and she
stepped back, and made to remove her bra. I made to dive in, but she held up a
finger.

"Hang on there, Romeo. It's another enhancement. Put your hands flat on my
torso, underneath my breasts."

I did as I was told.

And it became pretty clear, pretty quickly that her breasts were holding my
hands in place.

"Try as hard as you want."

I braced myself and tried to pull away. No chance. They were really soft on
the back of my hands, but they were holding me down like cement. "I can move
them independently. And, of course, mine just happen to be big enough
that...here..."

She sat down on the bed and motioned me over. I stood in front of her. She put
her hands on my hips and lifted me on to her tits. It was weird. I could feel
their softness, but they supported my weight with no problem. And, of course
my penis was pretty much laying on her face. She licked me a couple of times,
then stood up with her hands by her sides. And up I went, seated nicely and
with absolute stability; on her boobs. She walked around the room just to show
off a bit, and then she lifted me off and put me back on my feet.

As she re-strapped up into her bra, she explained, "So in addition to all of
this my senses are really amped up, so, as you know, my sense of smell is
pretty sharp, and my hearing too. And I can see in almost total darkness. The
best, though, is my reaction times, and how quick I am. If we wrestled, you'd
never lay a hand on me. Your quickest movement is like slow motion. And my
fastest movement...you probably couldn't even see it."

So, I waited a beat or two, and with no warning, I shot for her legs. And true
to her word, she wasn't there. And before I could turn around, she'd climbed
on my back, and brought her full weight to bear. I was flat under her on my
stomach. She gathered in my arms and pinned them against my sides with her
legs. She just sat there for almost a full minute. "Okay, Janey, I get it."

She sort of tickle-scratched my back for a few minutes; and it really felt
good. Then she popped up and flipped me over to my back; so fast that it was a
few seconds before I even registered that she'd done it. She again gathered in
my arms, and again pinned them against my sides with her legs. I gazed up at
her over the shelf of her breasts.

She looked down at me. "You know...if you weren't just so adorable."

I shrugged. "Well...you are very fast....and you are very strong...and you are
very, very beautiful. And, man, do you have great tits."

"Do you want to see the rest of the enhancements?

"They're very big...I mean that goes without saying...but they're also almost
perfectly round."

"A.J."

"But, you know, while perfectly round is important, it is definitely your size
that sets you apart."

"A.J."

"Janey?"

"A.J., in about one second, I'm going to use my great big tits to suffocate
you to death."

"I have a better idea. Let my hands out."

She smiled. "Are you gonna feel me up?

"Yup"

She giggled, and she let my hands out. And I felt her up. Over top of the bra.
And she purred a bit. And then we got back to it.

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