Promises, Promises  Part 2 
by Spoonmaster - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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She clapped in delight. "I thought I'd be able to make you cum around." She
giggled at herself. She was pulling out all the one liners. "Now before we
begin, I want you to put something on." She skipped over to the corner of the
gym where she had a gym bag lying on the ground. She reached in, pulled out
some clothes and then yelled, "ah hah!" She pulled out a similar harness to
the one the guy wore that Gina wrestled all those months ago. She held it up
to me. "Now why don't you put this on? It will make it a little easier for me
to lift you without hurting you. Come here, I'll help you."

There was a waistband, two leg loops, and straps that crossed over my chest
and went over my shoulders. The whole thing was light and quite comfortable.
It fit me well, and was a perfect size for my build. There were handles
everywhere. One up near each shoulder, another in the center of my chest, one
in the center and one on either side of the waistband, and one on the front
and back of each leg.

Jen made sure everything was nice and secure, and then stood back to admire
her handiwork. "Mmmm you look adorable. I can't wait to see how you look
dangling over my head. Let's get started before I lose control of myself and
ravage you right here." That didn't exactly sound like a bad thing.

The middle of the room was already cleared, clearly she had anticipated this
moment and had arranged the room accordingly. She moved to the center of the
room, put her hands on her hips like she was some kind of Supergirl, and then
said, "All right, come and get me." She looked so excited, she was practically
jumping up and down with joy.

I looked her up and down. I was slowly coming to terms with the fact that she
was somehow stronger than me, maybe even a lot stronger. I was no longer
worried about her handling me, but was becoming more worried about how I'd
handle her. The situation was made even worse by the fact that I hadn't the
first damn clue how to wrestle.

I had watched some wrestling on TV a few years back. I didn't much care for it
and didn't watch much. Hopefully I knew enough to get by. The matches usually
started with the combatants grabbing each other's shoulders and pushing each
other around the ring. Good a place to start as any.

I put my arms up the way I thought a wrestler would and slowly advanced toward
Jen. She didn't move, she just stood there, hands resting comfortably on her
hips, regarding me with amusement. I thought she would ready herself against
my attack, but she contented herself to simply watch. Finally I was within
reach. I gave her one more chance to ready herself. When it was clear she
wasn't going to, I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed.

I was struck by how solid her shoulders felt. I'd never really thought about
the hardness of her body before, but as I placed my hands on her shoulders and
gave them a little squeeze, I could feel how rock solid the muscle was beneath
my hands. Further evidence that she was indeed stronger than she looked.

The other thing that struck me was the fact that my push didn't move her an
inch. Oh God, not this again. I set my feet and pushed even harder, but once
more got nowhere. This was starting to get ridiculous. I was twice her size
for crying out loud! The size difference should have counted for something,
right? Yet it was like pushing against a tree for all the effect I was having.
I widened my stance and really leaned into her, pushing with all of my might.
Still nothing. She wasn't even budging, she just stood there with a giant
smile on her face.

Then I finally did move, except it wasn't forwards, it was backwards! Jen had
taken a step, and her single, casual step, had enough power to force me back,
even though I was still pushing against her with all of my might. She took
another step, and my feet skidded once more along the ground. With a delighted
giggle, my petite wife took step after casual step, pushing me back as easily
as if I wasn't offering any resistance at all!

Finally my backward motion stopped, but only because I bumped into the wall.
Jen pushed me until my back was pressed firmly against the wall, and then
stuck her hands behind her back and thrust her chest out, pressing her breasts
against my stomach. "Try to get out." She said in a throaty voice.

What the hell did she think I was trying to do! Pushing against her had no
effect, so I tried to slide out sideways. Unbelievably, her breasts were
pushing into me so hard, I couldn't even budge sideways. This was impossible!
She was pinning me to the wall with her tits! How the hell was she doing this?
In a last ditch effort, I tried lifting my feet off the ground, so that I'd
slide down the wall, but the way she was pressed against me made it difficult
to do. I was well and truly stuck.

Jen was watching the whole thing with undisguised amusement. "Are you trying
to get your feet up off the ground?" She reached up and slowly wrapped her
hands around the handles up near my shoulders, her eyes never left mine. "You
look like you're having a little trouble. Here, let me help." Here it was. For
as long as I could remember I had fantasized about a woman strong enough to
lift me off the ground. I had gotten so huge that I had given up on the
notion, and yet here was my wife, my tiny little wife, looking like she was
about to make my dream come true.

For a moment, I was sure this was some kind of farce. That she had finally
reached the moment where she'd reveal that she was just teasing me. But
instead, she pushed up on the handles. For the briefest second I was sure she
wouldn't be able to do the impossible ... then I felt my heels leave the
ground. I looked down at Jen in shock, could she really ... She looked up at
me, blew me a kiss, and then continued to lift. My toes joined my heels, and I
suddenly found my entire body sliding up the wall. I was lifted higher and
higher and higher, until Jen held my entire body up at the length of her arms.
It wasn't that high up, I was almost a foot taller than she was and she had to
reach up just to grab the handles, but I was definitely completely off the
ground, being supported solely by Jen's two arms. And she was still smiling!
Like she wasn't even trying! Holy shit!

"What do you think of that, sweetie?" She asked without a hint of strain in
her voice.

My mind was spinning. Now I was the kid in the candy store. This fantasy that
I'd had forever, that I was so sure was beyond the realm of possibility, was
actually happening. And it was happening with my wife, my best friend, the one
person I cared about more than any other person in the world. It was
everything I'd ever dreamed of and more. "Wow, this is amazing! It feels so
incredible, like I'm weightless."

She giggled. "You certainly are weightless to me. I knew you'd love this. In
all of our roleplaying, we'd never been able to simulate this, though I knew
it was one of the things you've longed for most of all. But now we don't have
to roleplay any more. It's all real. Everything you've ever dreamed I could
do, I can, and so much more. Now I can turn you on like never before, make you
feel things you never knew you could feel. And not just you. You have no idea
how sexy being this strong makes me feel. To be able to lift a man who's so
much bigger than me, and to do so with such ease ... it makes me feel so damn
sexy. God I love this!"

She pulled me away from the wall. Now I was completely suspended in the air by
her two arms. She strolled around the gym, holding me off the ground like it
was no big thing. She made her way over to the couch on the far side of the
gym. Once we got close, she gave me a little shove, tossing me the last couple
feet onto the couch. Then she stood before me, hands on her hips like she was
Supergirl, it was a pose she certainly had every right to.

"Jesus, Jen, what do they give you at that gym, spinach?"

Jen giggled. She lifted her arms and flexed her small, yet defined biceps. I
couldn't believe she generated so much power from such little limbs. It was
becoming more and more apparent that she was much, much, much stronger than
she looked.

She moved back to the center of the room and beckoned me with her fingers. I
moved slowly, trying to think of what to do.

"Why don't you try to get me in some kind of hold?" She offered helpfully.

I was sure if she was offering, then she knew how to counter any hold I could
get her in, or perhaps with her strength, simply power out of it. I was
surprised that my initial reluctance was starting to melt away. It was being
replaced by a burning desire to see just what she was capable of.

I really didn't know a whole lot of wrestling holds, but I remembered a
couple. I decided on the full nelson, a simple enough hold that anyone could
do. I walked behind her. She didn't move, allowing me to get in whatever
position I wanted to. She just stood there, hands on hips, brimming with
confidence. When I was sure she wasn't going to make a sudden move, I slipped
my hands through her arms and tried to reach up to her neck to lock in the
hold. The only problem was, her arms weren't budging, not even an inch, and I
couldn't reach her neck with her hands still on her hips. I'd have to try to
move them.

Releasing the hold, I grabbed one of her arms and tugged at it. Predictably,
the thing didn't budge, so I grabbed it with both of my arms. Damn, still not
so much as a quiver! I put my foot up on her perfectly toned, and beautifully
tanned leg, and heaved with all the strength I could muster. It was no
contest, her arm didn't move an iota.

I let go, panting with exhaustion. "Jesus. I can't even budge one of your
arms!"

Jen was having the time of her life. "Well, maybe you need to soften me up a
bit so that you can more easily bend me to your will."

"And just how am I supposed to 'soften you up'"

She lifted the hand I was trying to pry off her hip and patted her tummy. "Why
don't you give me one, right here in the ole breadbasket?"

Even after all that I'd seen her do so far today, I couldn't believe what she
was saying. "You're kidding! You want me to hit you?"

Jen was still all smiles. "Oh, come on. You don't really think you can hurt
me, do you? You know you want to. You know this is one of the things you've
dreamed about for so long, to have a girlfriend that's invincible. Well
believe me, there is nothing that you can do to hurt me, and I'm gonna prove
it right now. And don't forget, if you can make me flinch, even in the
slightest, then I'll wrap these big ole titties around that throbbing cock you
got there on command, for a whole month!" She reached up and put her hands on
either side of her breasts, mashing them together, forming the cleavage that
my cock yearned for. "Isn't that incentive enough?"

For a second I balked. Not that the thought of my cock between her tits wasn't
reason enough to do anything at all, but she was asking me to hit her. In a
million years I'd never do anything to harm even a hair on Jen's head. Thing
was, at the moment, I was starting to think that if I did hit her, I'd have a
greater chance of hurting my own hand than I'd have of hurting her.

In the end, it came down to the simple fact that I was sure that she wouldn't
make the offer if she couldn't take it. And I was secretly dying to see what
would happen. So I stood in front of her, pulled back my fist, and launched it
toward her tummy.

Now, I've never punched a person in my life, so I might not have been getting
the most force I could have gotten behind the punch, but regardless of
technique, I was still twice her size, and that alone should have been enough
to at least make her flinch, but sure enough, my fist bounced off Jen's abs
like I was hitting a brick wall, with the only effect being her laughing at
the dubious expression on my face.

"Care to try that again?"

What the hell? I hit her again, and again, and again. Not only did I not hurt
her, I was just causing her to laugh even harder at my impotence. What was
even more incredible was that my fist actually was starting to hurt! I
couldn't believe it! I was hitting her, and I was the one getting hurt!

Jen was delighted. "Aw, sweetie, is Jenny's tummy too hard for your little
fist?" She teased in a little girl voice. "Tell you what, let's see if we can
find something to help you out with." She made a big show of looking all
around the room. "Let's see, what do we have that can help you? Ah, here we
go." She reached down, and picked up a mid-sized barbell.

My eyes practically popped out of their sockets. "You want me to hit you with
that! Are you crazy?!"

"Oh sweetie, when will you learn, you can't hurt me with a sledgehammer. But,
since we don't have a sledgehammer, this solid steel metal bar will just have
to do." She thrust it out to me.

I tentatively grabbed it from her. Hitting her with my fist was one thing, but
this was insane! Yet the look on her face was one of total confidence. I
couldn't believe this was actually happening. Could she really be this
powerful?

Despite her confidence, and my curiosity, I was unable to hit her with more
than just a tap. Only when it was clear that she felt no discomfort whatsoever
did I swing a little harder, and then a little harder. Not only did the shots
not seem to hurt, but she barked out a laugh with every blow, completely
amused with her dominance.

I kept swinging harder and harder, until I finally swung the bar so hard that
her unyielding stomach sent vibrations along the length of the bar, which
stung my hand, causing me to drop the bar. This made Jen laugh loudest of all.

"Tell me that wasn't the sexiest thing you ever saw. I am invincible! Well,
maybe not bullet proof, but this little thing is nothing." She picked up the
bar and pointed one of the ends towards her stomach. With a huge grin, she
started pressing the bar into her abs. I watched in open mouthed amazement as
the solid steel bar collapsed against the unyielding power of her stomach. It
twisted around her abs like it was soft serve ice cream being poured onto a
cone. When she was finally done, she lifted the bar. The once straight metal
bar was now a mangled heap, destroyed by the power of her invincible stomach!
My God, it was like a dream.

She dropped the lump of metal to the ground and strode over to a towel covered
heap in one of the corners of the room. She lifted the towel. Buried beneath
was a fairly large boulder. "Now," she told me, "I'd never dream of harming a
hair on your head, but I wanted to give you a little demonstration of my
punching power." Without another word, she twirled, and launched her fist into
the sizable stone. The reaction was instant. Her fist slammed into the rock,
shattering it to pieces; some the size of my fist, while others no bigger than
a speck dust. I felt my jaw drop at this newest show of unfathomable strength.

She picked up a hand sized chunk and held it up to me. "Feel." She commanded.

Who was I to deny her? I grabbed the rock and gave it a squeeze. Sure enough,
it was a solid as any rock you'll ever find. She let me prod at the thing for
a couple moments before taking it back into her hand. She took a moment to
establish a grip, and then I could see the muscles of her forearms flex as she
squeezed. In moments, the rock disintegrated in her hand, completely
pulverized.

She picked up another rock, this one a little smaller. "Now, just in case you
think that perhaps there are parts of this body that aren't invincible." She
slipped the rock between her breasts, her gigantic tits swallowing the thing
whole. "Now, you know how soft and smooth these tits of mine can be, and
believe me, that hasn't changed, but now, if I flex hard enough, they can get
every bit as hard as the rest of me."

I watched in amazement as her breasts seemed to grow bigger, rounder and
fuller, until I finally heard a muffled poof. She pulled her sports bra down,
exposing the entirety of her incredible tits. They were still flexed up, big,
round and perfectly formed. Then she relaxed them. As her tits retracted back
to their normal size, tiny particles of rock began to fall from her cleavage.
She grabbed her tits and pulled them apart. Pulverized rock bits spilled from
between her breasts. She took a few moments to wipe the dust away, before
putting her breasts back into her bra.

"Like I said, every inch of this body is made of impervious, solid steel
muscles, which are oh so much stronger than you could ever dream of." She
grabbed the handle at my chest, and the one on my waist, and then pulled me up
off the ground until I was laying sideways on top of her chest. It wasn't has
impressive as it would have been just a few moments ago, but the sensation of
being lifted was still amazing, especially when she pressed my body all the
way up over her head. By now, I knew how light my 265lbs was to her. I was
starting to wonder just how strong she was.

She pressed me up and down a few times, kissing my stomach when she lowered
me. The whole sensation was so arousing, my cock was getting harder and harder
to the point of bursting.

"Uh, uh. It's not time for that yet. I'm not done showing off." With that she
threw my body, hurling my entire 265lbs through the air like I was a
beachball. I flew across the room, terrified that I was about to crash into
the ground, but my fears were unfounded. I landed right on our couch with
enough force that I almost tipped it over, but not quite.

I looked over at Jen. She was standing 15' away! Damn, she was amazing.

Jen gave me a few moments to soak in her amazing, powerful visage. Finally,
she said, "So, we know you can't move me, you can't get me in a hold, and you
can't hurt me. Now let's see if you can pin me. Don't worry, I'll make this as
easy as I can."

She laid down on the ground, flat on her back. "All right, here's what we're
going to do." She rolled her right shoulder about an inch off the ground. "All
you have to do, is get my one shoulder down, for just a split second, and you
win."

I'd given up hope that I'd be able to do anything to this super powerful
woman, though I went and sat gently down on her stomach anyhow. I was excited
to see what she had planned. I took a deep breath. "You ready?" I asked her.

She nodded, the perpetual smile, stuck on her face. "Whenever you are, babe."

Okay then. I leaned forward, letting my hands playfully brush over her jutting
breasts, which made her giggle, and then placed both of my hands on her single
shoulder. I again marveled at how smooth and solid it felt, like silk covered
marble. With my hands in place, there was nothing else to do but push, so I
pushed.

Predictably, nothing happened. Again she was able to fend off my attack with
ridiculous ease. I leaned all the way forward, bringing my full 265lbs
pressing directly down on her one shoulder. She just looked up at me with a
calm, adoring face. "You are so adorable." She told me in such a relaxed voice
you'd think she was lounging by the pool.

My mind was once more reeling at the incredible power she displayed. How could
someone so tiny be so damned strong. I kept my weight right over her shoulder
for a solid minute, thinking that she'd eventually tire, but she didn't. She
just laid there with a pleasant smile on her face, enjoying watching me
struggle, not moving one iota. I leaned back a bit, and then lurched forward,
trying to add some momentum to my weight... nothing. Then I put all my weight
back over her shoulder and bounced up and down... still nothing. Finally
defeated, I plopped back on her stomach, once more soundly beaten by my
suddenly invincible wife.

Jen was having the time of her life. "Aw, you done already?" She asked. "You
couldn't even move my one delicate shoulder an inch? Don't feel bad sweetie.
It's not that you're weak... well, not for a man at any rate, its just that
I'm just way too strong."

With that, she reached her hands behind her head, her palms flat against the
ground. Before I could ask what she was doing, I felt my body once more being
lifted. She arched her back, thrusting her belly into the air, until she was
supported on her hands and feet in a perfect bridge... with me still sitting
on her stomach! Holy shit! Was there nothing she couldn't do! I bounced up and
down a couple times, which of course had no effect. I'd have an easier time
knocking down the Golden Gate Bridge than my petite, powerful wife.

She held the pose for a couple of moments and then surprisingly pushed up with
her legs. I started sliding down her torso toward her breasts, not an all
together unpleasant destination, but stopped before I got more than a foot. In
a dazzling display of speed, she shot her feet up under my arms and stopped my
decent. Then I once more felt my body being lifted skyward. It took me a
moment to realize what was going on, but then I saw, to my amazement, that Jen
was up in a handstand, her feet shoved up into my armpits, holding my body
completely off the ground. Oh my God! She was not only supporting both my
weight and hers with the strength of just her arms, but she was executing a
perfectly balanced handstand, despite my bodyweight dangling from her feet. It
wasn't just her strength, but her speed and balance that were also off the
charts.

"You doing okay up there?" She casually asked from under me. Again, there
wasn't an ounce of strain in her voice.

I tried to lean over to look at her, but found that I couldn't budge. Not only
were her feet supporting me, but her legs were squeezing me tightly enough to
keep me firmly in place. I wiggled back and forth a few times, but to no
avail. I was well and truly stuck. "I'm fine, I guess. How the hell are you
doing this!"

She giggled below me. "Oh sweetie, this is easy as pie for me. Now, you
couldn't pin me, its time for me to try and pin you."

I had little doubt that she would wind up doing just that, the only question
was how.

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