PROMISES, PROMISES  Part 1 
by Spoonmaster - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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A promise is a sacred thing. A man is only as good as his word, so it's
important to keep your word as best you can, especially to those closest to
you, like friends and family. It's not always easy to keep a promise, which is
why I always think twice before making one.

Of course not every promise is binding. For example, if someone forces you to
make a promise, or tricks you into making a promise, then it could be quite
easily argued that the promise is not entirely binding. It was that kind of
promise my wife Jennifer got me to make; it was that kind of promise that I
was trying to wiggle out of.

Things had been going good for Jen and me. We had met in college and had
gotten married soon after graduation. For a long time we were the epitome of
an average American couple. We both had nine to five jobs that we worked more
for the paycheck than anything else. We lived paycheck-to-paycheck, saving
little and thinking even less about the future. Not that I was completely
mindless of the future. I had a plan for our long-term security that was only
slightly less crazy than counting on winning the lottery. I was writing a
book, and when I was done, I'd sell it, and then watch the money flow in. I
know, it's a ridiculous notion, and not the kind of thing you can plan your
life around, except that in my case it actually worked ... well, mostly.

The first book I wrote didn't really get that much publicity, but it made
people aware that I existed. It was the second book that really got people's
attention. I didn't earn a ton, but it was enough that I could quit my job and
start writing full-time. By the time the third book came out, I was making a
little bit of a name for myself, and reaping a fairly handsome reward. Now I
wasn't becoming JK Rowling rich, not even close, but I was making enough that
Jen and I could live quite comfortably on just my writing income, and so it
was with great joy that Jen put in her two weeks and left her dead end job.

Now the difference between Jen and me, well one of the differences, is that
while I had always dreamed of being a writer, she never had any such grand
design. For a year she dabbled in this and that, never really finding anything
that held her attention for more than a few weeks. She was getting
discouraged, and I did my husbandly duty in assuring her that there was
something out there for her. Little did I know how right I was.

It was an afternoon in early fall. I had just returned from a round of golf,
something I was getting quite good at, when I found a large group of women
sitting in my living room. Most of the women were neighbors, or Jen's close
friends, but there was one women chatting with my wife that I had never seen
before. Jen looked excited, which was good, it had been awhile since I'd seen
her so excited about anything. Then she fixed me with the look she gave me
when she was going to ask me for something she knew I'd say no to. Not that
she had to ask my permission to do anything, but we respected each other's
wishes as often as possible.

She was right to think I'd balk at her request. The woman I didn't recognize
was Gina Davidson, and Gina was opening a new gym in the neighborhood, a
woman's only gym, and all the gathered women, including Jen, seemed quite
excited to join. Initially, I had no problem with that. What guy didn't want
his wife to sport a nice, tight body? Jen had been a cheerleader in high
school and a dancer in college, so I knew just how good she looked with a
tight, toned body. Unfortunately, she had slipped into a sedentary lifestyle
over the past couple of years, and while she wasn't fat by any means, she
could certainly stand to lose a few pounds. Not that I was one to talk. I
played high school football, and was in great shape when Jen met me, though a
pair of concussions got me thinking twice about football as profession. So I
got into writing, which is quite a sedentary lifestyle itself, and I'd packed
on more than just a few pounds over the last couple of years.

What I did have a problem with was the price. I couldn't believe it was that
expensive! I still went to the gym a couple times a week, and the price Gina
was asking for a month was almost as much as my gym membership was for an
entire year! It's not that we couldn't afford it, the membership was within
our new budget, but we weren't going to stay wealthy by wasting money on what
obviously sounded like a scam.

And boy did it ever sound like a scam. Gina claimed to have developed an
exercise method that would greatly increase the strength and stamina in any
woman, and, if the woman was of just the right genetic make-up, then the
increase could potentially climb to superhuman levels. Naturally, most of the
women gather at our house, including Jen, just happened to have the "optimal"
genetic make-up, and could wind up being some of the strongest people ever. Of
course they did, I thought sarcastically, how convenient. It was like watching
an infomercial live.

Apparently though, Gina knew her target audience, because she had Jen and all
the other women hook, line, and sinker. She must have given them some kind of
pitch. I could practically see the images of bending steel bars dancing
through their head, especially my wife. You see, Jen had grown up in a house
full of comic book readers, and as such had gotten hooked on Supergirl comics.
She had told me on more than one occasion that she fantasized about being
super strong, which was one of the reasons she had gotten into athletics as a
kid. She dressed up as Supergirl for Halloween once and had bought all kinds
of fake weights and props that she could use to pretend to be strong.

Honestly, I had absolutely no problem with that. Truth was, I also fantasized
about women with super strength; the thought of meeting a strong, powerful
woman is one of the things that drove me to the gym in the first place, and it
was Jen's athleticism that initially attracted me to her. Sure, Jen was
nowhere near as strong as I was, but the thought of my wife being super strong
was a constant fantasy of mine. Our shared interest, and Jen's Supergirl set
up, had led to some pretty awesome roleplaying.

Of course what Gina was offering was simply impossible. There was no such
thing as super strength. It was all just fantasy. Jen was smart, and I was a
little surprised that she fell for such an obvious ruse. I was about to open
my mouth to say as much, but Gina cut me off.

"Perhaps you need a little demonstration of what a membership to my gym could
do for your wife and her friends." Gina said as she rose to her feet. Before I
could object, this woman, a complete stranger, stripped down to her underwear
right in the middle of my living room and everyone! That was shocking enough,
but the body she was hiding under her clothes was even more shocking!

First off, Gina was tall for a woman. She was tall enough to look me in the
eye, and she wasn't even wearing heels. The second thing was, the lady was
huge! And I don't mean fat; I mean her body was packed full of muscle from
head to toe; big, defined muscles. Her arms and legs were as big as mine,
though much, much better defined.

Gina launched into a posing routine. As big as her muscles looked relaxed,
they were even bigger flexed! I could only stare open mouthed at the stunning
display of size and muscularity.

"You want to look like that?" I asked Jen under my breath. In all the times
she told me her fantasies about being super strong, she had never mentioned a
desire to be muscular.

Every woman in the room was staring at Gina, every bit as entranced as I was.
"The muscle is nice, but it's what she can do with them that I'm really
interested in."

I was dumb enough to ask, "And just what can she do with them."

What followed was something I had a hard time believing, even though I saw it
with my own two eyes. Gina motioned to the only guy in the entire room besides
me, someone named Troy, who was had an average build, though he looked puny
next to Gina. He was wearing shorts and a tee shirt, and some kind of harness
with a bunch of handles sewn into it. Gina must have had 70 or 80lbs on him,
70 or 80lbs of solid muscle. She looked a lot stronger than he was and she
spent the next several minutes proving just how much stronger she was. The two
of them wrestled, though it was about as one-sided an affair as you could ever
imagine. Troy was completely powerless to do anything to her. His every attack
was fended off with the greatest of ease, when she even bothered blocking his
attacks. Most of the time she just stood there and let him beat on her. Even
his strongest attacks had no more effect on her than a gnat would.

On the other hand, when Gina went on the offensive, it was like a mountain
fighting a pebble. She got him into any hold she wanted to, controlling his
body like he was a puppet. She tossed him around the room like he was a
balloon, lifting him every way imaginable. I had never seen such a display of
power. The strongest football player I'd ever met would have trouble
duplicating what I saw. For her grand finale, she slipped the pinky of one
hand through one of the handles of the specialized harness the guy was wearing
and lifted him off the ground using just her single digit. It had to be the
most incredible display of power I had ever witnessed by man or woman.

The women loved it. They all hooted, hollered and clapped in delight as Gina
put on her dominating display. They pointed and commented on different holds
and lifts, remarking how they couldn't wait until they could do that to their
significant other. Jen giggled in delight, amazed and transfixed by the
display

As impressive as it was, I had a hard time believing it was actually
happening, even though I was watching it with my own two eyes. Sure, the guy
could have been faking it when he couldn't budge her, and he could have let
her get him into holds, but you can't help someone lift you over their head.
Well, he was a lot smaller than she was.

When I voiced that opinion, the ladies were all over me, shouting out requests
to see Gina square off against me. I was a lot bigger than the random guy Gina
brought with her, and clearly much stronger, but that didn't seem to faze
Gina. She seemed anxious for the challenge and practically licked her lips in
anticipation.

There was no way I was fighting her though, and certainly not in front of all
these women. First of all, if the Gina was stronger than me, which wasn't
completely out of the realm of possibility judging by her size, then it would
be pretty humiliating to be beaten up in front of all of these women. Second
of all, strong powerful women turned me on. In fact, I was feeling an
uncomfortable tightness in my pants just from watching Gina completely
overpower Troy. If she did that to me ... well it might be humiliating to get
overpowered in front of all these women, but it would be downright horrifying
if she made me cum while doing it ... especially in front of my wife.

Fortunately, Jen knew my fantasies too, and loved me way too much to see me
publicly embarrassed. So she politely, but firmly informed all the women
gathered that I was off limits, though she did let everyone know, "If anyone
is going to toss my husband around the room like a big ole stuffed animal,
it's going to be me." Which earned her a fair amount of laughter, though
blessedly closed the discussion.

Finally, the display over, Gina whipped some contracts out of her bag. Every
single woman assembled eagerly signed up and wrote out large checks to the
large woman. They all walked out the door smiling, sharing dreams of what
they'd do when they got as strong as Gina.

When we were finally alone, I gave Jen a nice big hug. "Honey, thank you so
much for saving me. That would have been mortifying if Gina would have
manhandled me the way she did that other guy."

Jen fixed me with a sly smile. "Oh, I'm sure you would have been embarrassed,
but I'm also sure embarrassment wouldn't have been your only emotion." To
emphasize her point, she let her hand brush up against my cock. I was still a
little hard from the incredible display!

I was pretty sure I was heading for trouble. "Honey, it's not like that. You
know you're the only woman who ... "

She placed a finger on my lips to shush me. "It's okay, Sean. I know you love
me, and for all the right reasons. But I also know that my body doesn't turn
you on as much as it used to."

I felt my cheeks redden at the comment. It was true, but it wasn't the kind of
thing a guy wanted to admit to his wife. "Jen, you know ... "

"It's okay, sweetie. I know you. I knew what your reaction was going to be
once you saw what Gina could do. In a way, I'm glad that you did react that
way."

"Really?" That certainly wasn't what I expected to hear.

Another sly smile. "Of course. Now I know for sure it's how you'll react when
I'm able to do the same things."

I couldn't help but to sigh. "You know it's a scam, don't you? That what she's
promising you is impossible." Now to be clear, I'm not chauvinistic, I don't
believe guys are strong and girls are weak, especially after what I just
witnessed. The thing was, Jen couldn't have been more different than Gina.
While Gina was just as tall as me, Jen was almost a full foot shorter, and
while Gina had the thick limbs and the broad torso needed to support the
muscle she carried, Jen had a slight build and was thin limbed. Even a little
overweight as she was now, she still couldn't have weighed more than 140lbs,
which was more than a hundred pounds less than the 265lbs that I weighed.

Not that I was solid muscle or anything, and I was certainly nowhere near as
strong as I was when I was in my prime, but I still worked out a couple times
a week, and I was still strong enough to bench press my body weight a few
times. As much as I dreamed about it, I'd never met a woman at my gym who
could lift as much as I could. The only women who came anywhere close were
much closer to Gina's size than Jen's.

Yet for all that, Jen looked up at me with a confident smile. "Are you saying
you don't think your little, petite wife could get strong enough to lift you
all the way up over her head, and toss you around like a pillow?"

God, even listening to her talk about it was making me hard as a rock. I
didn't know what to say, but Jen filled the silence.

"Do you really mean to tell me that you wouldn't love it if I was strong
enough to put my little pinky right here?" She dropped one of her hands down
to my crotch, felt the bulge she must have known was there, and ran her little
pinky up and down my engorged member, "and lift you right up into the air like
you were a feather?"

My cocked throbbed at the mere thought. "I'm not saying I wouldn't love it.
I'm just saying it's not possible."

She gave me a sultry smile. "We'll see. You may not believe it, but one day
we're gonna wrestle, and I'll overpower you even easier than Gina overpowered
that little wimp."

I made an uncomfortable sound.

She looked up at me and cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

"I don't know, Jen. I mean, don't get me wrong, I think it would be amazing if
you ever did get that strong, though it is impossible. But there's no chance
I'd ever wrestle you."

"Why not?" She looked surprised.

"Cause look at us." I motioned to the huge discrepancy between our two bodies.
"Even if you put on some muscle, I'd still be nearly twice your size. If I
tried to do some of the things what's-his-face did to Gina, I could seriously
hurt you, and I'd never do anything to hurt you."

She patted my chest like I was a good puppy that just did a trick. "Awwww,
that's sweet. But I assure you, when I'm ready, you wouldn't be able to hurt
me with a sledgehammer."

"Yeah right ... " Man, she really fell for Gina's scheme.

"Oh come on, Sean, I know your fantasies. I know you'd love to watch your fist
bounce off of my abs without leaving a mark. I know you'd love to put me in a
hold and watch me break out of it with ease. I know you'd love to feel the
power of this body first hand, and experience my strength with every inch of
your body. I saw how you reacted when Gina was woman-handling Troy. Tell me it
won't be a thousand times better when it was your wife overpowering you!"

God, she was really getting me going. She undid my pants and dropped my
boxers. My cock sprang up to attention. She reached down, grabbed my cock and
started stroking it. "Look at how turned on you are by me just talking about
it. Imagine how you'll feel when I'm actually lifting you like a pillow!
You'll be shooting rivers of cum everywhere! All I'll need to do is lift you
up over my head with these little arms and your cock will erupt in an orgasmic
explosion that you could only dream of."

I was almost there right now! Her teasing, along with the fantastic hand job
she was giving me, was working its magic. She had me right on the cusp of
ejaculating ... and then suddenly, she let go!

"What are you doing!?" I shouted in exasperation.

She had the fakest shocked expression on her face. "What's wrong, sweetie? Is
there something that you need from me?" She pulled her shirt up over her head
and removed her bra. One of the great things about Jen's sedentary lifestyle
was that a good bit of her extra weight went right to her tits. She'd always
been pretty big up top, but over the last couple of months, she gotten even
bigger! She put her hands on either side of her full DDs and squeezed them
together. "You can have it. I'll wrap these big ole boobies of mine right
around that pulsating cock of yours and give you the sweet release that you're
longing for." She moved her tits up and down mimicking the titty fuck she was
promising. "All you have to do is promise me that when I'm ready, and when I
ask you, you'll wrestle me."

Oh my God! I was in Paradise by the Dashboard Light! And just like Meat Loaf
before me, I couldn't take it any longer. My libido was so amped up it was
making me crazy! So I did the only thing any sane man would do. "Yes, yes,
yes, yes! I promise, I swear, I'll wrestle you, I'll fight you, I'll hit you
with a sledgehammer, jackhammer or whatever the hell you want. Just please,
please, please finish me!"

Jen giggled in delight. "There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" She dropped down
to her knees and wrapped her two gigantic tits around my member. "This,
however, is just hard enough." She started sliding her tits up and down the
length of my cock.

God did that feel good. Jen was fantastic at titty fucking. She applied just
the right amount of pressure and just the right amount of friction with her
silky smooth ta tas. She was so amazing; she could normally bring me to orgasm
in minutes, even if I was completely flaccid. As it was, I was so close
already, she had me spewing in seconds.

"Oooo, I know how much you love that." She cooed as my seed filled up her
cleavage. "Just wait until I can do that to you while holding you off the
ground." The mere thought of that made my cock lurch between her breasts,
which made her giggle in delight.

I pulled my cock from its sheath and fixed Jen with a stern look. "You know,
that wasn't very nice." I said, a little more petulantly than I meant to.

She arched an eyebrow up at me. "Oh really?" She stood back up and pulled her
breasts apart, showing me the copious amounts of semen smeared all over her
chest. "I think I got a couple hundred million of your friends who would
disagree."

"You know what I mean." That was even more petulant.

She tsked. "Sweetie, you're looking at this all wrong. Don't you fantasize
about me being stronger than you are?"

"You know I do."

"Then what's the problem?"

"The problem is that when you don't become Supergirl, but for some reason
think you are, when we wrestle, I'll accidently hurt you and I'll have to live
the rest of my life knowing I'm a wife beater."

Another tsk. "Sweetie, you're being silly."

"I am not." Oh, God, I sounded like a three year old.

Jen stared at me for a few moments, her stubborn look made it clear she wasn't
backing down. Suddenly her face lit up. "I have an idea, how about I sweeten
the pot for you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I promise, that I won't ask you to wrestle me, until I'm absolutely, 100%
sure that I can not only beat you, but completely and thoroughly overpower and
dominate you. If I can't, if at any point during our wrestle I give you even
the slightest hint of being so much as a tiny bit uncomfortable, or if you can
escape just one of my holds, then we'll stop immediately." She squeezed her
breasts together again. "If that happens, then I promise to wrap these tits
around your cock and give you one of my legendary titty fucks whenever you
ask, no questions asked, and nothing expected in return, for a full month."

That actually made me blink and come out of my stupor. Titty fucks on demand
for a solid month. That sounded like it should be a lottery prize! "And if you
can ... uh ... overpower me?"

She leaned into me, putting a delicate hand on my chest and running it softly
through my chest hair. "If I can, then I'll be fulfilling both of our
fantasies and we'll be able to do things much more amazing than a simple titty
fuck. So you see, for you, it's a win, win scenario."

I thought about it for a few moments. When she put it that way, it was really
hard to say no. "I get to decide whether or not you're in any discomfort?"

"Of course."

"And if I say we're done, then we're done, no questions asked?"

Her face was lighting up. She knew she had me. "Absolutely."

I sighed. Really, what did I have to loose. "OK, then under those conditions,
when you ask me to wrestle you, I promise that I will."

And there it was, my promise. Sure it was extorted out of me, but that didn't
really matter, because it was never going to happen. Jen was getting played.
All this talk of super strength was nonsense. Gina would string Jen along for
as long as she could with continued promises of what was right around the
corner until Jen finally gave up. By then Gina would have made her money,
probably off of more women than just the few my wife knew, and would move on
to some other town to scam some other chumps. Really it was one of those
promises that wasn't really a promise at all.

So Jen started going to the gym, five days a week, for hours a day. I was sure
she would quit before too long. She kept coming home from the gym sore and
exhausted, complaining about all her aches and the new diet they put her on.
More than once over the first couple of weeks, I was sure she finally had it,
but she showed a persistence that surprised me. Every morning, no matter how
grumpy she was the night before, she hauled herself out of bed and forced
herself to go to the gym.

Just when I was sure she had enough, things started to change. After a couple
of weeks, she wasn't so sore after her workouts; she grew used to her new
diet, and actually wound up with more energy after her workouts. Suddenly,
going to the gym wasn't such a chore. Eventually, she bounded out of bed with
excitement every morning, and raced off to the gym with a spring in her step.

The changes in her body came just as quickly. Whatever extra weight she
carried began to melt away, almost overnight. The only place she didn't lose
weight was in her chest. Her big breasts seemed to retain every inch of their
amazing girth. In fact, they seemed even bigger in on her leaner physique.
Once the fat was gone, what was left started to get toned. By the end of her
second month working out, every inch of her body was well toned with little,
feminine muscles that she flexed playfully from time to time.

For a brief moment, I found myself thinking this was actually going to happen!
I started to believe that this Gina really had figured a way to turn my wife
into a muscular Supergirl. I started picturing what Jen would look like with
the same big bulging muscles that Gina had. I had dreams of my short, muscular
wife lifting me and tossing me around like I was a balloon.

Jen was happy to perpetuate my beliefs. She never engaged me in any direct
physical contests, but sometimes I'd get home after a trip to the store to get
some heavy groceries or heavy bags for the garden. I'd go in to use the
bathroom before unloading the car, only to come out and find all the bags
already unloaded, far quicker than I would ever be able to do it. I never saw
her lift a 100lb bag of fertilizer myself, and part of me was sure she was
playing some trick on me, but another part of me wasn't so sure.

One day, I came home to find our weight room in the basement had been
restocked and filled with thousands of pounds of weights. Sometimes I'd hear
her lifting in the basement, which she always did behind a locked door. When
she'd finally come up to take a shower, I'd sneak downstairs to find a barbell
sitting on the weight bench, fully loaded with hundred pound discs. There was
no way she was lifting something so heavy, I doubted anyone could lift
something so heavy. A quick check of the internet showed me I was right. She
had to be changing the weight before she came up to tease me.

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