TAYLOR MADE
by Spoonmaster - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest

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It was supposed to have been a nice, romantic evening. It was the beginning of
her sophomore year, and she had just spent the whole summer at home. It had
been nearly two and a half months since Taylor Babcock had seen her boyfriend,
Trent Harrison. She had thought, since they'd spent so much time apart, that
Trent would be at his most charming, just like when they first met, at the
beginning of last year. Apparently, that was too much to have wished for,
because far from charming, Trent was acting like the sexist jackass that he
had become by the end of the year.

It started off as a nice date, they always started nice. It didn't hurt that
he was gorgeous. Taylor still couldn't believe a man could be so beautiful!
Just looking at him sent her heart aflutter and filled her loins with desire.
Not only was he absolutely gorgeous, but the man knew how to dress. He had
clearly come from money, those labels weren't cheap. Plus, he was a starting
his second year of grad school, and Taylor had a thing for older men.

Sure, that all made her sound quite shallow, but screw it! Taylor was a
19-year-old college student, and a damn sexy one at that. She was allowed to
be a little shallow. Hell, she wasn't looking for a soulmate! She was looking
for a rich, handsome, boy toy who was eager to have fun with a sexy,
promiscuous coed. For a while, she had gotten just that.

For Trent, that was just part of the game. He had always been the total
package, and as such could be picky about the women he dated. Every fall, he
scouted out the incoming talent. The second he saw Taylor; he knew he had a
winner. He'd never even seen a chick as smoking hot as Taylor, and in his four
years of college, he'd dated more than a few babes. But Taylor Babcock was on
a completely different level. The chick was built like a fucking Barbie Doll;
with a tiny waist, long legs, and a gigantic fucking rack. She had a gorgeous
face and long blonde hair. It was like she was pulled right from his
fantasies. And she was slutty. When she was in the mood she dressed like a
hooker, was a shameless flirt, and liked a good, hard fuck.

So Trent had wooed her. He knew how to be charming. His looks were usually
enough, but for such a unique specimen as Taylor, he wasn't taking any
chances. For months he laid it on thick, treating her like a fucking princess;
and like the stupid fucking teenager she was, she ate it up, hook, line and
sinker.

Dating Trent was everything Taylor had been looking for. It was like living
through a Nora Roberts novel ... at least at first. Then, subtly, things began
to change. At first, Taylor didn't really notice. Sure they did more of what
he wanted to do than what she wanted to do, but he did pay for everything.
However, the more she let him have his way, the more he expected to get his
way until eventually, they never did anything she wanted. Sure, he always
promised "next time" they'd do what she wanted, but "next time" never seemed
to come.

By then, they had been together for so long that Taylor had just accepted that
was the way it was going to be. But it was worth it, at least mostly. The man
was so damned dreamy, and absolutely dynamite in the sack; at least when he
stayed up long enough to finish her. Most of the time, he came first.
Sometimes he'd take care of her, other times he'd just roll over and fall
asleep, complaining of exhaustion. Taylor would wind up having to finish
herself or remain unsatisfied. Sure, he was a grad student, and had a much
heavier workload than an undergrad, but still ...

It had gotten so bad, that by the end of her freshman year, she was ready to
break up with him, but she had a hard time actually pulling the trigger ... he
was soooo sexy! Eventually her freshman year ended, and she was going back
home, which was far enough away that she wouldn't see Trent at all. She
decided she'd stay with him, and hope a summer apart would bring back the
romance that she had originally enjoyed.

Boy was she disappointed. The first thing he did when he saw her was take a
good long look at her breasts. Sure she was wearing a tight, low cut top that
bared plenty of cleavage, she'd certainly turned more than a few heads on the
way over, but still ... He gave her a nice big hug, which felt so good, but
then he let go quickly so that he could grab a handful of her breasts. He'd
barely said two words to her, and he was already fondling her ... on the
sidewalk in front of his house! With people walking by! It did feel good to be
touched though. She hadn't been with a man all summer long, not for a lack of
offers, but Taylor wasn't the kind of girl to cheat on her man, besides Trent
knew just where to touch her. Still, it would have been nice for at least a
little "how have you been" first.

Of course, she wore shirts like that to draw attention to her tits, so she
couldn't exactly be mad at him having the reaction she was looking for. She
let him play for a few moments before pulling his hands off. Assumingly, it
had been months since he'd been with a girl; maybe he was just eager after a
summer of abstinence. She heard a snicker in the back of her head at the
thought of Trent's fidelity. That should have been a warning sign, and it
probably would have been, if she hadn't been so entranced by his hypnotic
eyes.

He took her to dinner at Flor Del Rio, a place she hated but he loved. That
should have been another sign, but she was determined to give him the benefit
of the doubt. Besides, mommy needed some bad!

He spent most of dinner talking about his summer, while asking her practically
nothing about hers, which was fine. He hadn't bothered to call her over the
summer and never picked up the phone when she tried to call him, so she was
genuinely interested in his summer. When he did ask about her summer, he just
stared longingly at her cleavage, not paying an ounce of attention to what she
was saying.

Trent had already had a couple of beers. Taylor wasn't much of a drinker. Not
that she couldn't get served if she wanted, despite her age. Their server was
a guy who couldn't keep his eyes off of her breasts. She doubted she'd even
have to flirt with him to get whatever drink she asked for ... well, she'd
probably flirt anyway, just a little. It wouldn't be as much fun without a
little flirting. It was all a moot point, because Taylor was just not that
much of a drinker, especially beer. She'd been turning into quite the health
nut and beer was just a glass of empty calories that she could do without.

Dinner was over and both of them needed to use the restroom before they left.
Both rooms were occupied, so Trent took the opportunity to take advantage of
the secluded hallway. He put his hands on her arms and bent down to give her a
little peck on the cheek.

That feels nice, she thought. Maybe there was a little bit of romance left in
him after all. She reached up to tenderly touch his chest, and was stunned
when he quickly pulled his hands from her arms like he just got shocked.

"Blah!" Trent blurted out. "What the hell was that?!"

Taylor looked down to see what he was talking about, but didn't notice
anything out of the ordinary. "What was what?"

"Something pressed against my hands when you touched my chest." He wiped his
hands on his shirt like he was trying to clean them.

"You mean like a bug?" That made Taylor dart from the wall. She hated bugs,
they were gross!

"No it wasn't a bug, it was bigger than that. Like a baseball or something."

A baseball? What the hell is he talking about? She put her hand on her arm to
see if she could feel anything. Nope, nothing. All she felt was her ... ahhhh.
She smiled as she realized what happened. "I think you're talking about this?"
Taylor lifted her arm and flexed her bicep. A fist sized mound rose up from
her well-toned arm. It honestly wasn't all that big, but it did look pretty
impressive on her 5'6", 135lb frame. She proudly displayed her muscle for her
stunned boyfriend.

It must have been a bit of a surprise for him. When she first met Trent, she
didn't have much in the way of muscle. In fact, she'd never worked out a day
in her life before she came to college. Elliot Roby had changed all that.

Elliot was the stud linebacker and star football player at her high school. He
was a big strong guy, highly recruited by all the big colleges, and the most
popular boy at school. It was only fitting he dated the hottest girl at
school, which Taylor was by a country mile.

She loved dating the big, strong football player. Guys were so much more well
behaved around her. Ever since she had grown her impressive bust, there had
been certain men who believed that the very fact that she had huge tits meant
that she wanted them to be touched. Taylor enjoyed being beautiful and
desirable, and had allowed a certain bit of playful touching, but every now
and then a guy would take it too far. She had never been raped per se, but she
had endured some rather uncomfortable encounters throughout her years in high
school.

That all changed once Elliot came into her life. Elliot was not the kind of
guy anyone wanted to fuck with, and suddenly, no one would dare touch her, in
fact, some kids were down right scared of her. It was a little disappointing.
Taylor had developed a well-earned reputation for being a bit of a flirt, and
she loved the attention for the most part, but there was something about
having people respect you, and even fear you, that was thrilling in its own
right.

In the end, Elliot got accepted to a college in Florida, while Taylor got into
college in California. Neither of them were all that broken up over it. Elliot
was okay for the time, but she didn't have any feelings for the guy that went
beyond physical attraction, and she doubted he had any for her. On the flip
side, she'd suddenly lost that level of protection that she had grown so
accustomed to.

Her first impulse, when she got to college, was to find another large,
muscular man to scare off any would be gropers. Unfortunately, she met Trent
first, and he was way too pretty to pass up. For all of his physical
attributes, and he had many, being physically intimidating was not one of
them. Sure he was in good shape, but he was nowhere near as strong as Elliot.

One night, after coming to the attention of a drunken jackass, who was the
first guy to grope her unbidden since before she dated Elliot, she bemoaned
the loss of her "muscleman protector" to her roommate. Her roommate pointed
out that she shouldn't have any trouble finding a new muscleman. When Taylor
responded that she was already seeing someone and she wasn't willing to get
rid of him, her roommate suggested she get her own muscles. The comment was
made in jest, and sounded ridiculous on its face. Taylor was a petite blonde,
not some amazonian muscle chick, and she dismissed the comment almost
immediately. But then, as fate would have it, the very next day, Taylor met
Jenna Sorkin.

Taylor had never seen a woman like Jenna before. She was so big and buff. The
girl was taller than any woman she had ever met and had muscles that were
every bit as big as any of the guys she had known from the football team! Her
roommate had pointed her out in the dining hall, laughing at the coincidence.
Taylor had a completely different reaction. She thought the woman was
gorgeous, or at least she could have been. Her hair was unkempt like she just
rolled out of bed and she wore frumpy clothes that did nothing to accentuate
the figure she had obviously worked so hard to achieve. She kept herself
slouched over as though hiding her true form, and didn't wear a hint of
makeup.

Taylor saw through the façade and was certain it wouldn't take much to make
the woman devastatingly beautiful. Taylor introduced herself and the two
quickly became friends. Taylor helped Jenna "doll up", and in very little time
had transformed the amazon into one of the sexiest girls on campus. With
Jenna's new look came a newfound confidence, and suddenly she was getting hit
on by guys who wouldn't have given her the time of day. In return, Jenna
became Taylor's personal trainer and helped Taylor gain the strength she would
need to properly take care of herself.

It took Taylor much longer to change that it had for Jenna. Jenna's changes
were mostly cosmetic, while Taylor's body went through a much deeper
metamorphosis. Yet as surely as Taylor had turned Jenna into an alluring sex
kitten, Jenna had helped Taylor develop enough strength to take care of
herself ... and then some.

While Taylor wasn't interested in building a huge, muscular physique like
Jenna's, (she loved the way she looked and who could blame her; everyone loved
the way she looked), a little muscle was inevitable, especially considering
just how strong Taylor was becoming. Her muscles hadn't really started
becoming noticeable until the summer, after she had already gone home. Which
was why they were so new to Trent.

One of the reasons she'd gained so much size over the summer was that she had
much more time to devote to working out. She didn't get a summer job, wasn't
taking any classes, and didn't have a boyfriend to occupy her time, so she was
able to spend all of her time, hours and hours every day, sculpting a perfect,
powerful body. She loved her new found strength, as well as the muscles that
came with it. She thought her new muscles accentuated her already insane
curves and made her look even better!

Unfortunately, not everyone agreed. Trent wore a look of disgust as she
flexed. He didn't seem impressed at all with her well-toned, nicely peaked
bicep. Taylor had no idea what his problem was, she thought it was the perfect
size and shape for her build. "If you had been paying attention to me, you
would have heard me telling you that I spent practically all summer working
out. I don't see what the big deal is. I've been working out since we met."

Trent sneered, and snapped at her in an angry voice. "Yeah, but last year you
didn't look like a freak!!"

Taylor felt her face redden. She couldn't believe he called her a freak! And
right as the people were coming out of the restroom! Part of her wanted to
scream at him for being such an asshole, but instead, she decided to be the
bigger person and try to diffuse the situation. "Oh, come on, it's just a
little muscle ... "

"A little muscle! You look like a fucking man!" His voice was loud enough that
other people turned to stare.

A man! She was so mad, she wanted to scream! How dare he! She was the sexiest
woman Trent or anyone else had ever met! And her new muscles only made her
sexier! Had she wanted to, she could have left the restaurant with any man she
wanted, be they single, dating, or married. A man!! Other women dreamed of
looking like her!

She wanted to yell right back at him, but they were in a public place, and she
was not the kind of person to make a scene; unlike some people she knew.
Fuming, she turned on her heels and stalked out of the restaurant.

Just great. Trent thought, rolling his eyes. He wasn't the one who was ruining
his body, yet somehow, he was the bad guy! God, the woman could be such a
bitch. It was so tiring, having to put up with her shit all the time. He had
half a mind to just let her go. It wasn't like he'd have any trouble filling
his bed. The entire summer had been one big revolving door of hotties begging
for a ride on the Trent Train. Of course, none of them could hold a candle to
Taylor in the sack. Damn, she was a good lay, and she could suck the chrome
off a bumper! He'd only gotten passable blow jobs since she left, and was
really looking forward to having his dick sucked. Or better yet, to slip his
cock between her incredible tits. Taylor had the best rack he'd ever seen, so
big and firm, and her skin was so smooth. Just thinking about her tits was
getting him hard, despite her disgusting muscles. Ah hell ... He scurried out
of the restaurant after her. There was no way he was going to miss a chance to
get her in the sack. He'd have to find a way to fix this.

God, she was moving fast, and in heels at that! He actually had to jog just to
catch up to her. "Taylor, wait!" She didn't stop, or look at him, but she did
slow down a little. It wasn't much, but it was something. "Look sweetie, I'm
sorry I yelled at you. You just ... caught me off guard, is all. It's just ...
you've got such an amazing body; I don't know why you'd want to mess it up
with a bunch of muscles."

Mess it up! She wanted to smack him! Still ... he at least tried to apologize.
And it had been more than two months since she'd gotten laid. Sure, she could
easily find another guy to fuck her tonight. What wouldn't be so easy would be
finding anyone half as good in bed as Trent. As much of a dick as he was, he
was by far the best lay she'd had in her young life. And also ... two months!
"You really don't like them at all? I think they make me look better."

"Well, they're not that bad." Whatever, anything to get you in the sack. He
gently put his arm around her shoulder. When she didn't push it off, he gave
her a little squeeze and gave her his best smile. "I just don't see why you'd
want to mess with perfection." That wasn't even really a line. Taylor's
unbelievable hourglass figure was so perfect, and was exactly what he
deserved. Luckily, like so many other women he'd known, all it took was a
couple of compliments, and she got all goggly eyed. Women were so easy.

She blushed ever so slightly at the compliment, got up on her toes, and gave
Trent a kiss on the cheek. "It's okay sweetie, I forgive you."

Like I did anything wrong, you stupid cunt, Trent thought. But what the hell,
he was back on track to getting his dick sucked. He led her to his house,
whispering sweet nothings into her ear, telling her how much he missed her,
blah, blah, blah. Mostly, he was just staring down her low cut shirt at her
incredible cleavage. He'd put up with a lot if it meant he got to play with
those delightful fun bags. When he finally got her into his house, she was
shooting him those seductive little looks she used when she was in the mood.
Game on! He grabbed a bottle of her favorite wine to help seal the deal, and
poured two glasses. He toasted her and took a quick gulp. He let his eyes
wander up and down her body, admiring the view. "You know, it's strange, when
you're not flexing, you really don't look all that muscular."

"Well, if it upsets you that much, then I'll be sure not to flex around you."

"It doesn't upset me, I just think it's strange." Trent took another gulp.
Maybe if he drank enough alcohol, he wouldn't care how big her arms were.

"Besides, you want your girl to keep in tip top shape, don't you?" Taylor
playfully teased, taking her own gulp. Maybe if she drank enough wine, she'd
forget what a dickhead he was. "This nice, flat tummy makes my breasts look so
much bigger, wouldn't you say?" She took a deep breath, pushing her breasts
out until they strained against the fabric of her shirt. "And who doesn't like
a girl with toned, sexy legs." She took a step closer to and rubbed her silky
smooth thighs against his hairy legs, which made him shiver. God, men were so
easy. Show a little skin, tease them a little, and she could make a man do
whatever she wanted. And what she wanted tonight was his dick inside of her.
She grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts. "Plus, you want your
girl to have a lot of stamina so she can take care of her man all night long."
She leaned in even closer so that she could nibble lightly on his earlobe. She
let out a low moan as Trent gently kneaded her tits. "Mmmm, that feels so
good." He had such a delicate touch for such an abrasive man. She reached down
and ran her hand along the length of his huge cock, which was already as stiff
as a board. "I'm gonna take good care of you baby. Soon you'll forget all
about having a girlfriend who's stronger than you."

God, her hand felt so good on his cock. He almost didn't hear her ridiculous
drivel ... almost. "Humph! That'd be the day!"

Taylor closed her eyes as Trent started to peck at her neck with his lips.
"What would be the day?" Mmmm, his lips were so soft.

Trent pulled back from Taylor and gave her a condescending smile. "Like you
could ever be stronger than me."

Taylor heaved an exasperated sigh and brushed his hands off her tits. "Excuse
me?" Was he serious?!

"Oh come on babe. I'm taller than you, I'm bigger than you, and I'm not
exactly a weakling." Trent flexed his arms. A decent sized muscle appeared,
though it didn't look that much bigger than Taylor's, and it was nowhere near
as toned and defined. "Besides, there ain't no way a chick is stronger than
me."

Taylor rolled her eyes. No one could kill a mood like Trent. It was one thing
to think that he was stronger than she was because he was bigger, but to think
he was stronger than she was because she was a girl! Taylor hated that macho
crap. She felt her lust evaporate as her irritation grew. She gently pushed
him out to arm's length and levelled him with a flat stare. "So you're saying
that I'm weaker than you are because I'm a girl? Perhaps you missed the part
where I said I worked out hours and hours every single day I was on vacation
just to get as strong as possible!"

"Psht!" God, the woman never let anything go! "Working out for a few months
doesn't make you Wonder Woman."

She fixed him with a scowl. "I've been working out for a year; you know that.
I've also been trying not to get too big, however when you get as strong as
I've become, a little muscle is simply an unavoidable by-product."

It was Trent's turn to roll his eyes. "A couple months, a couple years, it
doesn't matter. A girl can't be stronger than a guy if she worked out her
entire life! Unless the guy's a complete pussy."

She raised her eyebrow at that comment. "Really? How about putting your
strong, manly muscles where your big, loud mouth is?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, how about you and I have a little strength competition! We can
arm-wrestle. That's what guys do to see who's stronger, isn't it? Then we'll
just see how strong a girl can be!"

Trent leaned into Taylor and put his arms around her waist. He had to get her
mind off this stupid strength shit. "I got a better idea, how about a little
competition to see who can take their clothes off the fastest. Then you'll see
just how amazing a man can be in the sack." He said as he started nibbling on
her neck just so.

God, that feels good. And if it were a few minutes ago, Taylor would be
tearing his clothes off. But it wasn't a few minutes ago. It was a few minutes
after Trent started being a sexiest pig who needed to be taught a little
lesson. She gently pushed Trent away once more and put down her glass of wine.
"No, I'm serious. I'm going to prove that I'm stronger than you."

Trent heaved an exasperated sigh. Just when he thought he was getting lucky,
she had to go on and on about this stupid strength crap! He was never gonna
get laid ... or was he? A light went off inside his head. Maybe there was a
way he could get laid tonight. "All right, you're on. But first, how about we
make things a little more interesting."

Taylor cocked an eyebrow. "What do you have in mind?"

"When I beat you, you have to pleasure me, however I want, all night long." A
constant rotation of titty fucks and blow jobs until he passed out was just
the way to start his final year in school.

Taylor liked where this was going. "And if I win?" She asked in her best phone
sex voice.

Trent shrugged. Did it matter? It's not like she had a snowball's chance in
hell. "If by some fluke, you somehow manage to beat me ... then yes, I'll
pleasure you."

"However I want?"

"However you want."

"All night long?"

"Yes, yes, all night long. Do we have a deal?"

Taylor looked him up and down. He probably had 50-60lbs on her, and he was in
pretty good shape. Most guys his size wouldn't have much trouble overpowering
most girls her size at all.

But most girls didn't have Jenna Sorkin as a personal trainer. Jenna was
stronger than anyone Taylor had ever met, even Elliot, and it wasn't even
close. And while Taylor had been working out for only a year, and had made
sure not to get too big, she also seemed to have an endless capacity for
gaining strength that even Jenna had a hard time believing. Her strength had
been growing by leaps and bounds all year long, especially over the summer
when all she did was workout. Trent had no idea what he was getting himself
into.

In a way, it was fitting. Taylor had started working out in an effort to get
strong enough that guys would treat her with respect, and not just like a
piece of meat. Now here she was, challenging a guy who in all likelihood
didn't see her as anything other than a piece of meat. It was a fitting place
to start showing people that Taylor Babcock wasn't someone you fucked with.
This was going to be fun! "You're on!"

She walked over to his kitchen table, sat down, and put her right arm up in
the classic arm-wrestling pose. She put her left arm under her breasts and
leaned forward slightly, causing her huge tits to push further out of her low
cut top. She didn't want to just beat him, which she was confident she could
do, she wanted to completely humiliate him, and she wanted to make sure he
knew it was a girl going it! "Let's see what you got, big boy."

If she was trying to turn him on, it was working. He sat down across from her,
anxious to get this over with as quickly as possible so he could get to the
business of playing with those magnificent melons. He was practically
salivating looking down her shirt, but he tried to blow it off. "Believe me,
that's a nice try, but it's gonna take more than you flaunting your cleavage
to beat me."

Taylor giggled. "Oh Trent, with these tits, I could get any man to do anything
I want them to." She lifted her arm and flexed her bicep. Her muscle grew even
bigger than it had been in the restaurant; a perfectly shaped, rock solid peak
that was more than up to the task. "But tonight, all I'm gonna use is this and
believe me, it's more than enough to make you do whatever I want." She put her
elbow back down on the table and offered him her hand.

Trent snickered at the ridiculousness of the whole thing as he got in
position, his eyes barely left her incredible cleavage. "Yeah, right. The day
you can so much as budge my arm is the day I bow down and kiss your feet."

Taylor arched her eyebrow, and then wrapped her fingers around Trent's hand.
This night just keeps getting better. "You wanna say go, or should I?"

Trent was so entranced by her tits, he hardly heard her. "What? Oh, whatever,
you can say go."

Taylor could feel herself getting excited. This was it, the moment of truth!
"All right, ready? One ... Two ... Three ... Go!" She gave his arm a slight
push and was delighted to feel his arm give way to hers. She wasn't sure if he
was pushing his hardest or not, but she was sure it wouldn't matter either
way. She had gotten very strong over the past year, certainly stronger than
Trent could ever hope to be. She glanced at him with a sly smile. "There,
budged your arm. Now, do you wanna stop to kiss my feet now, or would you like
to keep going and kiss my feet later?"

Trent's eyes bulged in surprise! Sure, he wasn't giving it his all, but he was
using what he assumed would be enough force to hold off a girl who was only
2/3 his size! Yet his arm had been pushed a few inches, and she still had that
grin on her face! And when she spoke, it was in an even, relaxed voice, not
the voice of a person that was exerting herself. "What the fuck!"

Taylor giggled. This was going to be fun. She continued pushing against his
arm until she felt his hand bump into the table. The whole time she maintained
a pleasant smile and calm demeanor. She held his hand securely against the
table for several moments before finally letting go. "There, not only did I
budge your hand, but I beat you; quite easily I must add. Now, would you like
to kiss my foot first? If not, that's okay. I'm fine with you getting right to
pleasing me all ... night ... long."

"What?!" Trent was stunned and confused. What the hell had just happened!

"You said if I budged your arm you'd kiss my feet. And you said if I beat you
then you'd pleasure me all night long, however I wanted. Well, I just beat you
like a drum, so it's time to make good on your bets, sweetie pie."

Trent was red faced with anger. "No, no, no! No way you beat me! You ... you
cheated! You had to have cheated! You started early ... before I was ready! It
wasn't fair!"

Taylor rolled her eyes once more. "God, you can be such a baby. It's a wonder
you were able to land such a hot chick for your girlfriend. Well, I don't want
you thinking the only reason I beat you was because I cheated. Not when I can
beat you so easily any which way from Sunday. So we'll have a rematch." Taylor
put her arm up once more. "This time you get to say go. And this time, if you
can make my arm budge, I'll plunge your cock so deep into my cleavage, they'll
have to send a search party to find it." She leaned forward even further, and
pulled her shirt down slightly with her free hand, making her tits pop out of
her shirt even more!

Well, that got his dander up. He grabbed her hand, nearly panting, his eyes
had a wild, animalistic look to them. Boys, they're so predictable.

Trent let himself get a good long look at Taylor's amazing cleavage. God, he'd
never seen such incredible breasts! So big, so firm, so silky smooth. He shook
his head and brought his attention back to the task at hand. She'd already
beaten him once by distracting him, God knows he'd probably never hear the end
of that! But he certainly wasn't going to let her beat him twice! Besides,
after he pinned her arm down, those tits were gonna be his in every way
imaginable, and he had quite the imagination. Now it was time to focus. He
grabbed her hand, and sneered at her. "You're going down this time! Ready ...
Set, Go!" He said "Go" quickly, trying to catch her off guard.

It seemed to work ... well, it partially worked. He did start pushing against
her arm before she started pushing against his, just as he planned. However,
her arm didn't budge! Not even a fraction of an inch! What the fuck! He looked
at her face and was stunned to see her sitting there, calmly looking at him
with a shit eating grin. She still didn't seem to be expending any energy, yet
she was somehow stopping him from making her arm so much as twitch. How the
hell was she doing this!

"Have you started yet?" She asked sarcastically. "Because I want to make sure
you have every chance to push my arm down before I beat you again. So go
ahead, take all the time you want. Just let me know when you're ready to
lose." She said it all so calmly, like she wasn't even aware he was pushing.

In fact, she hardly was aware. Sure, she could feel pressure on her arm, but
the pressure was negligible. In fact, she was a little surprised at just how
negligible it was. Sure she knew she was stronger than he was, she knew she
was a lot stronger, but Trent wasn't exactly a wimp. She must have been even
stronger than she realized.

Since she knew there was no way he could beat her, she decided to humiliate
him further. She lifted her wine glass and took a long sip, ignoring Trent
completely. Then she put the glass down and started twirling her hair with her
free fingers. Then she let out a big, theatrical yawn. The whole time, she
easily held her arm as still as a stone pillar. Trent wasn't moving that arm
one bit, not even if ... Her smile deepened as she got a great idea.

"My God, Trent, I can't believe how weak you are. I mean, I can see you trying
with all of your might. Unfortunately, your 'might' is pretty pathetic. So
I'll tell you what. Since your one arm is waaaaayyyyy too weak to make me try
even a little, I'm gonna let you use two arms. Same deal, same amazing titty
fuck if you can so much as budge me."

Trent needed no more prodding. He quickly brought his other arm up to aid in
his struggle. As he did, Taylor's grin got even bigger. She could feel the
added pressure as he added the strength of his other arm, but it wasn't any
harder to resist than when he used one arm! She couldn't believe it. She was
beating an older, bigger man at arm-wrestling with ease, and he was using two
hands against her one! She had never felt so sexy in her entire life!

Trent was stunned! He had thought she was joking when she said he could use
both arms, but he wasn't about to let the opportunity pass him by. Except
using two arms made absolutely no difference at all! She was somehow holding
him at bay with the strength of just one arm! How was that possible! Even
worse, Taylor was smiling excitedly. She actually seemed to be enjoying
herself!

"Oh honey. Let's finish this before you pop a blood vessel in your head." Her
arm started to move, but instead of being pushed down, it was her arm that was
pushing down his two! He renewed his efforts, pushing against her arm with all
of his might. There was no way he could let her beat him using just one arm!
And yet, it was becoming increasingly obvious that there was simply nothing he
could do to stop her. Slowly, but steadily, Taylor pushed Trent down to the
table.

"There! I'd challenge you again, but I don't think you have any more hands to
help you out." She chided as she stood up and moved around the table. She
rubbed her crotch with one hand while biting her lip in anticipation. "Now,
completely dominating you has made me horny as hell. Why don't you get your
tongue down here and show me why putting up with all of your bullshit is so
damned worth it."

Taylor had no delusion that Trent would make good on his bet. He'd never admit
to being bested at anything, especially by a girl. He'd find some lame excuse.
Trent liked things Trent's way. They were always going to his restaurants,
hanging out with his friends, watching what he wanted to watch, doing what he
wanted to do. He never even asked her what she wanted to do. She doubted he
even cared. He thought it was all about him because he was a grad student and
she was just a sophomore, he was a man and she was just a girl. He was bigger,
he was stronger, and he thought that gave him the right to do whatever he
wanted.

When they met a little over a year ago, Trent was stronger; but that was
before Taylor started working out, before she fell in love with weight
lifting. While Trent ate fried food, she ate only healthy food, staying mostly
away from the sweets that she normally craved. While he was lying around on
the couch watching TV or playing video games, she was out running, lifting, or
any number of physical activities. While he might pick up his home weights two
or three times a week and run half-heartedly through some sets, she was at the
gym every single day for hours at a time, putting all her effort into her
gruelling workouts. They had just seen the results. He might be in decent
shape and decently strong for a guy his size, but she was in phenomenal shape,
and incredibly strong for someone twice her size. His muscles might have been
a little bigger, but hers were much harder, much better toned, and as she'd
just proven, much, much stronger.

And she loved it! Humiliating Trent made her feel good. She had never felt
so... powerful! She liked the feeling, and relished the opportunity to goad
him into another "challenge". She regarded her boyfriend with a questioning
glance. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Taylor might have been having a great time, but Trent was most certainly not.
He had never been so humiliated in his life! Losing to a girl! At
arm-wrestling! There was just no way! She had to have been pulling some shit
on him. "This is bullshit. You cheated. They must have taught you some kind of
bullshit trick at your gym, cause there's no fucking way you're that strong!"

Taylor sighed. Normally an outburst like that would get her dander up, but her
feeling of power was making her euphoric. "Well, there's no doubt there is
technique in arm-wrestling, but you couldn't even make my arm twitch! That's
not technique, that's just pure strength. Hell, I let you use two hands and
you still couldn't make my arm move a millimeter! That's the dictionary
definition of stronger. Now if you really think that I cheated, that's fine,
we'll just have another little contest. You choose, whatever you want, and
we'll see whether or not it was a fluke."

Trent was thrown off his game. That she beat him at all, cheating or not, (she
had to be cheating) really pissed him off. Normally he made himself feel
better by pissing her off, but that didn't seem to be working either. She was
just standing there with that stupid grin on her face, and then she had the
nerve to taunt him! Fucking bitch! Fortunately, he'd learned long ago that the
best way to deal with Taylor when she was acting like this was to simply
ignore her, then she'd eventually just leave.

"No thanks. I don't feel like playing your stupid games." He grabbed his wine
and plopped down on the couch. He switched on the TV and flipped through
channels until he found a baseball game.

What a baby! But she didn't let his attitude get to her, she was expecting it.
This was Trent's game, but today they weren't playing Trent's game. Taylor
knew she was in control, and there was no way she was giving it back. This was
going to be a long night for Trent Harrison! She would see to that! He thought
he knew her buttons, he did know her buttons, and he just loved to push them.
But she knew a couple buttons of her own. If he didn't want to challenge her,
then she'd challenge him!

She grabbed up her glass of wine and walked over to sit next to Trent, who
studiously ignored her. Time to give him a nudge in the right direction. Quick
as a cat, she snatched the remote up off of the couch and changed the channel.

"What the hell are you doing? I was watching that!" Trent grabbed for the
remote, but Taylor was too quick and moved it from his reach. She adjusted her
hand to hold the remote in a tight grip and then held it out to Trent.

"I'm sorry, here you go." Taylor said in a playful voice.

Trent tried to snatch the remote from her grip, but to his surprise, his hand
simply slid off the remote. Thinking he just got a bad grip, he grabbed the
remote again, this time making sure his grip was tight, and tried to pull
again, but still nothing happened. Not only was he unable to pry the remote
from her hand, but her arm didn't move one iota. It was like trying to tug on
an iron pole.

"What's a matter? Is the big, strong man having a little problem?" Taylor
teased as she took a small sip of her wine.

Starting to get really pissed off, Trent grabbed the remote with both hands,
and pulled with all of his might! Nothing! The remote didn't even budge, and
he was using two hands! There's no way she could be this strong! Yet she sat
there with that shit eating grin, sipping her wine, looking for all the world
like they were just holding hands. God damned bitch!

Trent let go of the remote, not wanting to give Taylor the satisfaction of
beating him again. He was starting to get a little worried that she really was
as strong as she seemed, but there was no way he was going to let her know
that. "Fine, we'll watch your stupid program!" Trent sat down with a huff and
started pouting. Son of a bitch! It was a God damned cooking show!

Unfortunately for Trent, Taylor was far from done. She had overpowered him
with one hand again! Sure, she knew she was stronger than he was, a lot
stronger, but she had never directly tested her strength against a man this
way, and she was really loving it. She loved the feeling of power she had over
Trent, especially given what an asshole he was. She should have done this a
long time ago. Well, she'd just have to make up for lost time.

She put down the remote and her glass of wine and grabbed the hem of her
shirt. Then, using very exaggerated movements, she slowly and sensuously
pulled the shirt up over her head. That certainly got Trent's attention.

There were many things that had attracted Trent to Taylor when they had first
met. She had beautifully flowing, naturally blonde hair; smooth, tanned skin
and a face that could make her a cover model of any magazine in the world. But
the thing that had attracted Trent the most was Taylor's huge, amazingly firm,
perfect breasts. As worried and angry as he was becoming over Taylor's
seemingly superior strength, the sight of her bra clad, perfectly shaped,
humongous tits, was enough to send Trent into an animalistic lust.

She tossed her shirt casually over her shoulder and turned on the couch to
face Trent. His eyes were glued to her boobs, as she knew they would be. She
loved that her big breasts gave her such power over men, and she was never shy
to use them to get her way. Of course, now she knew her strength gave her a
different kind of power over men. It was time to combine the two.

She grabbed the remote once more and pushed it down into the chasm between her
two massive mammories until only the top half of it was sticking out of her
cleavage. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, pushing her breasts out
even further. "Clearly my arms are just too strong for you, so let's try to
level the playing field a bit. Now all you have to do is overpower these big,
beautiful boobies of mine. If you can, I'll be all yours." She leaned forward
towards Trent, pointing the remote at him. "Come and get it, big boy!"

Despite all the embarrassment he'd been put through, Trent still found himself
in an unbelievable state of ecstasy! He wanted to ravish her right there and
then, but he couldn't just yet. She was in control, and he couldn't allow
that. The more he let her have her way, the more she'd expect to keep getting
her way. He had to regain control of this relationship to put things back how
they belonged, and to do that, he had to win this ultimate battle of the
sexes: his manly muscles, against her soft, feminine breasts. He lunged
forward with an unmatched ferocity and grabbed at the remote. There was just
barely enough of it sticking out for him to get his hands around. Getting a
firm grip, he leaned back, and pulled with all his might.

Taylor braced against the onslaught. She flexed her chest until she felt the
remote start to buckle under the immense pressure of her mighty mammories. She
backed off a bit, trying to flex just hard enough to keep the remote safely
stuck without crushing it. She judged it perfectly. Just as before, Trent's
hands slid right off the remote. It didn't even budge an inch! It was as
though the remote was encased in concrete instead of her delectable bosom.
Taylor was beaming! I can't believe it! I am so ... fucking ... strong!

Trent was getting deflated at his lack of progress and looked like he was
about to let go, but Taylor wasn't ready to let him off the hook yet. She
relaxed her breasts enough so that the next time Trent pulled, he was finally
able move it. Bit by bit the remote started to slide out of her cleavage.
Truth be told, she was surprised at how relaxed she had to make her breasts
before he was able to overcome them. She really didn't know her own strength!
Well, that was something she'd have to remedy tonight!

Trent was starting to gain confidence. He was shocked at how difficult it was
to pull the remote from Taylor's breasts, but he chalked that up to a poor
grip. Now that the remote was further out from her cleavage, it seemed to be
moving more easily. He was finally beating her! And as the thrill of victory
filled him, he felt the need to gloat. "So ... hmph ... you thought you were
some kind of ... urgh ... supergirl, huh. Well this ... . grrrr ... should
teach you to respect the stronger sex! And if it doesn't ... argh ... maybe me
shoving my dick in your mouth will!"

The stronger sex, huh? We'll see about that! Of course, even if he was
"winning", he was still using all of his might against just her breasts! She
wasn't so sure she'd be bragging about that. Still, lulling him into a false
sense of security was part of the plan. It would make it just that much
sweeter when she finally crushed him. "Oh you poor, delusional man. Do you
honestly think you'd be able to budge this remote an inch if I wasn't letting
you?" She let the remote slide out until only the smallest portion was still
in her cleavage, then she clamped back down. The remote stopped as if it was
stuck in a vice. The look on Trent's face when the remote stopped was
priceless. Not so strong now, are you?

"Having a little problem, He-Man?" She teased in a sexy voice. She made sure
to keep all the effort out of her voice. It wasn't hard to do; she wasn't
using much at all.

Trent felt a knot growing in the pit of his stomach as his progress was
completely halted. Had she really been letting him win? There was no way she
was that strong! Yet even as the thought left his head he noticed her casual
look and sly smile, as if she really wasn't trying. No way! He leapt off the
couch, reestablished his grip, and pulled with all the might and leverage he
could muster. Still nothing! He put his foot on her leg to add its strength to
the fray. The remote still didn't budge! Not only that, but his foot pressing
against her thigh didn't cause her leg to depress at all! It was like stepping
on a stone!

Taylor was exuberant! She was resisting all of his might with just her tits!
And she was barely trying! Time to show him what these tits can really do! She
took a deep breath and then flexed her breasts as hard as she could. The cheap
plastic remote never stood a chance. She heard a crack coming from her chest,
and then felt her breasts slam together as the device shattered under the
weight of her mighty tits!

The part Trent was holding separated from the rest of the device and he lost
his balance, falling backward onto his ass. As he stood back up, he wore a
look of triumph on his face, thinking that he'd won, until he held up what
remained of his now ruined remote. All color drained from his face as what
just happened started to sink in.

Taylor stood and spread her breasts apart, allowing shattered chunks of
plastic fall to the ground. Once she cleaned all the remains from her chest,
she put her hands on her hips, puffed out her chest, and looked up at the man
before her. "Now, I believe it's time for you to pleasure the true, stronger
sex!"

Trent was getting nervous. He had thought Taylor must be using some kind of
trick to make it seem like she was stronger than he was, but as she beat him
time after time after time, he was getting less and less certain that it was a
trick. Maybe she really was stronger than him! Well if she was, it was time to
get her out of here. He was done playing games!

"I'm done with you! You're some kind of God damned freak! And there's no way
I'm dating a freak. Now get the hell out of my house!"

Taylor just laughed. Trent's budding fear merely fuelled her feeling of power!
Each victory over him made her feel stronger and stronger. "Sorry babe, but
I'm not going anywhere. At least not until I collect on our little bet." She
reached down, slid her shorts slowly down her legs, and then stood back up
proudly in her bra and panties. "So you either get over here and use that
talented little tongue of yours, or you come over here and try to throw me
out."

Trent's anger and fear was mixing with lust. Watching her strip was making him
horny as hell. She really did have an awesome body. If she'd just lose the
muscle she'd be perfect. But she'd humiliated him enough for one night.
Throwing her out of his house and making her walk all the way home in her bra
and panties should just about even the score. He charged toward Taylor and
grabbed her by the shoulders to push her towards the door.

Taylor was a little stunned by Trent's attack, both that he still thought he
had any chance of doing anything to her and by how slowly he moved. Was he
always this slow? She could have easily moved out of the way, or batted away
his hands, but she decided to let him grab her and try to resist him. She put
one leg behind the other and braced herself. She needn't have bothered. Her
legs and shoulders were easily able to absorb his push. She didn't move an
inch! Trent leaned into her, trying to use his legs to help push her back, but
it was useless. He was totally powerless against her. He pushed with all of
his might until finally tiring himself out, having not moved her an inch. He
stood, gasping for breath, his face downtrodden at his impotence.

"Aw, don't feel bad. You were just doing it wrong. Here let me show you." She
gently placed her hands on his chest. "First, you put your hands on your
opponent's chest, then you just give him a light shove." She gave him what she
thought was a light push, and was actually a little surprised when his body
left the floor and sailed through the air a few feet before landing and
skidding across the ground.

Trent shook his head in amazement along with a little pain. How the hell was
she doing this?! He was a grown man for God's sake, both taller and heavier
than she was, yet she was treating him like he was child! It was impossible!

He scrambled up to his feet, surprised that he did so unmolested. He twirled
to face her, finding her standing there casually with her hands on her hips
and that shit eating grin on her face. She stuck out her right leg and flexed.
As big as her arms were, her legs were much bigger, and like her arms, they
expanded a good bit more than he would have ever thought possible.

"Sorry babe," she teased as she continued to flex "but if you couldn't handle
my arms then you have no chance against these legs. I guess I'm just a little
too much woman for you." She totally ignored Trent, concentrating solely on
flexing her leg.

Trent was reluctantly forced to admit that she was somehow stronger than he
was, a lot stronger, and his present tactics were getting him nowhere. But he
wasn't about to give up yet! Before coming to college, he was a member of the
varsity wrestling team at his high school. He wasn't a great wrestler, but he
won as much as he lost, and he knew that in the absence of strength, leverage
usually did the trick.

He slowly snuck up behind her, which wasn't much of a feat since she was
totally ignoring him, and then thrust his arms under hers and then reached up
behind her neck, grasping his hands together. He pushed against her head with
all his might. He was mildly surprised to that he was able to push her head
down, maybe she wasn't as strong as she seemed. Now, finally in control of her
body, he attempted to pull her toward the door.

Of course, the only reason he was able to move her was because she was letting
him. Hell, she could have stopped him from getting her into the hold in the
first place, he was just so slow. And she could have stopped him from moving
her head. Her neck muscles were plenty strong enough to resist his pitiful
strength, but she chose to let him do those things to her. She wanted to give
him as much of an advantage as she could, that way, when she finally did break
from his hold, it would be even more humiliating. She even let him move her a
couple steps, until she heard him make some stupid, satisfied sound. That
idiot will never learn!

Taylor braced her legs, stopping his progress. For some reason, even after all
that had happened, he was still surprised that she halted him. He tugged and
tugged at her for a few moments, but now that Taylor was bracing against him,
he'd have had an easier time moving the house from around her than moving her
out of the house. Finally, he gave up on trying to move her, and instead
powered down on his full nelson, hoping to cause her enough pain to make her
give up. Unfortunately for Trent, his "power" was nothing compared to hers.
She slowly started to straighten her body. Trent pushed with all of his might,
but it was like trying to resist a hydraulic press. In moments, she was fully
erect. Then, she slowly, casually, lowered her arms. All of his strength and
leverage was no match for her overwhelming power. She kept lowering her arms
until she got her hands back on her hips, breaking his hold in the process.
She looked over her shoulder, winked and blew him a kiss.

"Damn it!" Trent shouted. He really thought he had her. He thought of
reapplying the hold, but then decided on something different. She still had
her back to him, and he wasn't about to give her a chance to try something to
him. He wrapped his arms around her chest, pinning her arms to her side. He
clasped his arms together in front of her tits, a little surprised at how hard
it was to completely reach around her. Was she always this big? It didn't
matter. He squeezed her with all of his might; and again tried to pull her
toward the door.

Again?! Taylor let him get her in the hold and again she let him drag her a
few paces before once more bracing herself against him. When will he learn?
She hoped it wasn't any time soon, she was having a blast! She could have
pulled his arms off of her with ease, but first, she wanted to try something
that would be even more humiliating! Her breasts had bested him once, time to
let them try it again. She arched her back slightly and then took a slow, deep
breath.

Trent was stunned as he felt his hands start to pull apart as her chest
expanded under his grip! This is impossible! He tried to tighten his hold, but
it didn't seem to have any effect. His arms were being slowly separated by the
force of her expanding chest. Soon, he was just barely able to hold three
fingers of his one hand with his other. Then, finally even that hold was
broken as Taylor's chest swelled larger than he could reach. He found instead,
that his hands were resting on Taylor's unbelievable tits.

This ... is ... awesome! She couldn't believe how effortlessly she was able to
overpower him! She looked down at his hands on her breasts and shook her head.
"Men!" She said with false disdain. She grabbed his wrists and pulled his
hands from her tits with an irresistible force. "You haven't earned that yet.
In fact, I believe I know a much more suitable position for you." She lifted
his arms up over her head, moved them so they were over her right shoulder and
gave them a sharp tug.

Trent felt his feet leave the ground. The whole world went topsy turvy as she
flipped him over her shoulder. He landed on the floor with a loud THUD and the
wind was knocked out of him. "There," she said, standing over him with an air
of dominance, "at my feet is a much more suitable position."

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