The Supefem Chronicles, Greg and Megan's Story
By Helplesscase
Part 3


This series is taken from the setting of Little Baby Daddy II, written by
Puppetman. I didn't use any of the characters from the story, just the setting
as a launching point for some ideas I had.

PART III

Ms. Sandy stopped the car in front of a house and escorted Greg to the front
door. "I want to see you standing here at 6:30 am Monday through Friday." She
stated firmly. "Don't leave me waiting. Understand small fry?"

"Yes."

She rang the doorbell. A minute later the door opened, and a small man stood
in the doorway. His hair was thinning, and his face was a little aged, but
Greg was sure he knew him from somewhere. Wait, is that ... "Johnny?!"

The man didn't seem to acknowledge him at first. He reached out with a piece
of paper that Greg's case agent took and reviewed briefly.

"6:30 AM Gilligan." As she walked away he could hear her saying "She loves me.
She loves me not."

The man suddenly turned his focus to Greg for the first time. "Greg, it's been
a long time."

"Johnny! I thought it was you!"

They sat down in the living room, and suddenly had nothing to say to each
other at first.

Greg started first. "So, is this your place?"

"Yes. Well, it belongs to my wife Kathleen and I."

"How did I end up here?"

"My mother has some connections. I should tell you up front that she had a lot
to do with the end of SNOW Island. But sending my old best friend to stay with
me was the least she could do."

"Why did they take me away from my wife and kids!?"

Defensively Johnny put up his hands. "Look buddy. It was not my decision. I
had no say. They just thought it would be best for both of you to stay apart
for a little while." After a few moments of silence he continued. "At least I
get a chance to catch up with you." They both broke into smiles.

Greg couldn't really feel any more confused or upset then he already did. He
knew he should be grateful to have an old friend to talk to. "So what the hell
is going on in this backwards world Johnny?"

"I'll tell you anything you want to know that I can answer. Come with me into
the kitchen though. Kathleen will be home any time and I don't have things
ready for her."

As we left the room a chime rang through the house. "Shit! That's her already!
She's pulling into the garage. Come on and help me." Greg followed him into
the kitchen and watched the man run frantically about, setting the table. Greg
tried to help, but wasn't sure what to do.

"Johnny, are you okay? Are you afraid of your wife or something?" Greg asked,
feeling concerned.

Johnny let out a nervous laugh. "Oh, of course not. I just like to have the
house a certain way when Kathleen comes home. It's just a habit. She really
sweet, you'll see."

They heard the door open, and a female voice called out. "Bunnykins?"

"Yes Mamma-bear. I'm coming." He trotted out to meet her and I followed
behind. The woman's back was turned as she was hanging a tailored jacked onto
a hanger in a closet. Greg watched shoulders the size of soccer balls shrug as
she hung the garment. Johnny walked up behind her and waited for her to turn.

"There's my little precious." She said with a casual tone and reached around
him with one arm as she strode toward Greg. Her black and silver hair was
pinned back into a thick bun. Her dark eyes seemed almost obscured by her
large beak-shaped nose. Her thick dark lips spread apart to reveal a large gap
between her front teeth. These features only briefly took his attention away
from the large black mole on her cheek. She reached out with her giant hand
and Greg hoped he didn't hesitate noticeably as tried to take in her
strikingly unappealing features.

"Welcome Gregory. I am Kathleen." She held his hand in her larger one for a
few seconds then let it go. Her sweaty palms left his hand sticky. "I know you
are an old friend of Jonathan's. That is very touching. She paused to smile
down at her husband. "I'm sure Jonathan will show you around and explain the
house rules to you." That was virtually the last thing she said to Greg that
night. He felt nearly invisible to her the rest of the night.

Greg offered to wash the dishes after dinner, and the couple retired to the
living room. Greg needed time to sort his thoughts. How had he gotten there?
Did his Megan know where he was? Where was she? How long would he be there?
Did he really have no choice to stay where he wanted? His head swam, but he
knew he needed time to think. And some time to talk to Johnny tomorrow would
certainly help. Greg sighed and went into the living room.

Greg sat down and took in the surreal couple sharing a recliner. The woman
must have been at least in her mid forties, maybe even early fifties, judging
by the wisps of gray in her hair. Despite her height, her body was robust to
say the least. She wasn't ripped like his hulking case worker Sandy, but she
was even bigger in overall size. Each of her round arms filled her white silk
blouse sleeves completely. One of them may even have been as thick has
Johnny's narrow waist. Johnny hadn't grown an inch since Greg had last seen
him in high school. Sitting on his gigantic plump wife's lap, he looked to
Greg just like a small wooden puppet. Nearly half of Johnny's body was
obscured from view by the woman's large belly and her massive breasts, which
were like large watermelons on her chest. Johnny was resting against the soft
flesh like the back of a recliner. Sizing the two up, Greg wasn't sure if
little Johnny could even reach her shoulders, hugging her from the front. He
noticed her huge hand was resting on Johnny's lap, and that her long index
finger appeared to be lightly scratching the man's crotch through his pants.
Greg averted his eyes right away and focused on the television instead.

Greg hadn't watched a television since he was a small boy. After all, they
didn't have them on the island. It looked like they were watching some sort of
catalog show. At the bottom of the screen was ordering information. A female
announcer was describing an outfit that a male model was wearing. It appeared
to be matching pajamas with race cars pictured all over them.

"You would look cute in that Bunnikins. Would you like me to get those for
you?"

"If you want to Mamma-bear."

"You could wear them when we visit my sister. That would be so adorable." The
woman hugged him into herself and he completely disappeared from Greg's view
except for his legs. "Get my purse for me would you sweetie?" She let Johnny
go and he slid off her lap. He glanced briefly in Greg's direction, but
avoided making eye contact.

Greg took the opportunity to ask where he should sleep. She called out to
'Bunnikins' to show me, which he did. Johnny promised to wake him up in time
to meet Sandy.

The next day Johnny did wake him up, but with only 30 minutes to get ready. He
apologized, but explained that Kathleen was getting ready for work and she had
only just left. Greg was outside with about 2 minutes to spare. The familiar
sedan drove up and Greg got in. There were three other men in the vehicle
already. Nobody said a word to each other.

She drove them into a commercial district. There were some tall office
buildings, and various shops. Greg noticed that even though it was early there
were a lot of women out and about. He only saw a few men. They drove up to a
nice looking hotel, and Sandy told them to get out and meet her at 3:30 pm at
that same spot.

Later that afternoon Sandy dropped Greg off back in front of Johnny's house.
He was exhausted. He had been changing beds and scrubbing toilets non-stop. He
had only gotten one small break all day. He walked into the house and Johnny
greeted him cheerfully. At least now he could ask his friend some questions.

He started right away. "Johnny, am I under house arrest here?" The man
chuckled but answered seriously.

"No buddy. You're not under arrest."

"Then why don't I have any choice about where I live, and why can't I see my
kids."

"Well Greg, you're in a male foster care program. You aren't allowed to have
your kids with you because it's against the law.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, single men are not allowed to have kids under their care."

"What? Why not?"

"A whole bunch of things have changed in the last 10 years or so. The
government has created a whole series of laws known as the Male Constitution.
Now that girls carry Superfem traits in their genes, things have become much
more complicated. When the Superfem program first started, applicants were
screened and underwent psychological evaluations before they could join. Now
women are born into Superfem.

It sort of started when the news reported this particular case about a
teenaged girl living in a single father home. Apparently she found her father
embarrassing to have around when her friends came over. You know how teenage
girls can be. So she decided to force him to stay in his room when her friends
were over. Well eventually, it got to the point where she had her friends over
every day. And then they were staying over every night. And this girl's poor
father was still in the way as far as she was concerned. One day a mother of
the girl's friend made a surprise visit, looking for her daughter. She
wandered in and found her dad in a dog kennel in the laundry room. All he had
was a blanket, a bowl of water, and a can to go to pee in. When the woman
tried taking him out, he got so afraid he started bawling uncontrollably. He
begged to be put back in before his daughter found him outside of it. The
woman happened to be a news reporter on TV so it got a whole bunch of
attention. I think she even won some award for her good work. All of the
adults in the community who new this girl were in shock. Apparently, she was
an honor role student and class president, well liked by all the teachers.

Anyway, the government started doing investigations into single father homes
and was finding all sorts of problems. Most of the time it was nothing like
the dad in the kennel. But through anonymous interviews with fathers and
brothers in single homes, they found verbal and some physical abuse going on
in almost half of the homes. So the government started assigning case workers
to track single father families and counsel them. They also tried a beefed up
Big Sister program. But it was expensive for taxpayers, and case workers
couldn't be with these families enough to guarantee anything. So called
experts were saying it would take billions more in programs to raise awareness
among young women, and that it would only reduce the problem. So lawmakers
decided more or less that it made more sense to focus more on the men and
boys. The logic was that even if a young woman in a household had exemplary
behavior at home, there were too many external dangers for the family as well.
They sited cases of 'dead beat' women who basically looked for these single
men, moved into their homes and took them over. And there wasn't much the
government could do to stop this either.

For the these reasons, curfew laws, driving laws and special labor laws were
all added as well for men. They are meant to protect men, but they make it
difficult for single guys to function on their own. That is why the government
gives men the right to let themselves be placed into this male foster home
program. You are in a protective program for your own good right now. You
could leave anytime you'd like, but there would be no job guarantee for you
like you have now. And believe me it isn't easy to start from scratch.

"But why can't I see my kids?" Greg lamented.

"That's up to your wife. She has custody over them when you are not together."

"But it's not like we're divorcing or something. I can't even get a hold of
her on the phone."

"I don't know what to tell you about that Greg. I'm sure she will call you
when she's ready. I'm sure this is all tough for her too."

"FOR HER?!" Greg stormed off to his room and slammed the door. After a few
hours he emerged to apologize. He knew Johnny was only helping him. Kathleen
was already home and they were talking at the dinner table. Johnny looked
upset to Greg.

Kathleen looked up from her large plate. "Hello Greg. I was just giving Bun -
Johnny some news. My company wants me to take a two week trip to Europe to
handle a few things. Johnny's sister has agreed to look after him, but I think
it would be best for you to stay at the care center until I get back. I leave
tomorrow, so I already called Sandy. She'll be here in a few hours to pick you
up. I'm sorry about the short notice. You're welcome to come back when I am
back from my trip."

Johnny helped Greg pack, and apologized. Greg could tell he was upset about
this. Don't worry Johnny, I'll be fine. Can we stay in touch?" He left the
room and came back with an address jotted down on paper.

"You can write to me. I won't really have a way to call you."

"Alright buddy. Thanks for everything."

Sandy took Greg to a dorm-like building on a government owned complex. Inside
the building there was a long hallway with doors along each side. The doors
were normal sized (to Greg). She took him to one of the doors and gave him a
key. He walked into the small cinderblock room which contained a desk and
single bed. Sandy stood in the doorway. Her bulk filled the space. "Okay, make
yourself at home Gilligan. Lights out at 10:00 pm. I sleep just down the hall.
So if I hear so much as a peep or a spring squeak after ten I will come down
here and help you to be quiet. Understand?" She smiled at him and winked as he
stood numbly in his new quarters. Why did she seem to hate him so much? She
blew him a kiss, pursing her lips into an exaggerated pucker and shut the
door.

An hour later there was a heavy knock at the door. "You have a call Gilligan."
Greg recognized Sandy's commanding voice from the other side. He opened the
door and followed her down the hall to a phone which was mounted to the wall.
Sandy crossed her arms and leaned against the wall next to him. He could see
he wasn't about to get any privacy.

"Hello?"

"Greg?"

"Megan?"

"Yes, its me honey." Her voice sounded relieved.

"Where are you?"

"I'm at Connie's. I'm doing fine. The kids are doing fine too. Its nice to
hear your voice."

"It's been three days! Why haven't you called me?"

"I decided it would be for the best for you to get used to your new temporary
home and settle down first."

"HOME?! You call this a home?" He looked over at Sandy who was glaring at him,
and took a deep breath. He regained his composure. "Honey, why did you send me
here?" Greg had read the document Jill had given him. It was a release form,
authorized by his wife.

"I did it for you Greg. I did it for us. It's only temporary honey."

"How long?"

"It depends on how things go."

"What things?"

"Greg, I can't get into a bunch of questions right now. Just know that I love
you. I will keep in contact with you. The kids and I miss you. Take care of
yourself, and we'll be together again soon. Remember that I love you." With
that she hung up.

Greg walked back to his room, numb. Over the previous three days he had plenty
of time to think. Cleaning rooms all day and lying awake in the dark all night
gave him lots of time to think. During that time, he had thought of various
scenarios to explain why his wife had done this too him. His favorite hope was
that she was somehow forced. Now, he had to face the reality that she did this
to him willingly. But certainly they must have tricked her somehow.

That night, Greg decided to write a quick note to Johnny. Something light to
cheer himself up.

Johnny,

How goes? How is your sister? Things are fine here, don't worry. I'm sure I
would rather be staying with you and your sister though. Can you tell me what
a guy does for fun these day?

Your old buddy,,

Greg

Megan lay back against the pillows of her bed. She had baby Clara nestled
comfortably in her arms. Megan had just gotten back from the workout center
with Connie and she tingled all over. Part of it was fatigue, part of it was
the rush of being there, and part of it was something else. Was it the
Superfem formula working? She didn't really care where the feeling came from,
she was just enjoying that it was there. It had been about 3 weeks since she
joined the program, and something was definitely changing inside her. The
first few days she felt like gravity had doubled its effects on her. The
workouts left her completely exhausted all day. But for the past week she had
left the gym feeling calm and focused. Almost refreshed as if she had just
meditated. She hadn't really been tracking progress with the weights but they
were definitely feeling lighter.

Megan looked down at her beautiful baby sucking steadily at her bosom. Her
breasts seemed to be swelling more then ever with milk today. She thought
about her husband, and how much he might appreciate the new size of them. He
would also appreciate the fact that her stomach was almost as flat as before
she was pregnant with Clara. She missed Greg sometimes, but she had been so
busy. She didn't really think about him nearly as much as she thought she
would. In someway she felt like she was taking a vacation from him. It
occurred to her that she should probably write him another letter. She sighed
and decided she would definitely write him tomorrow.

The next morning she sat down with a pen a paper and started writing. She had
decided not to call him on the phone again for a while. It wasn't productive.
All he wanted to talk about was why things weren't the way they used to be.
Megan sighed as she signed the bottom of the page. She thought once she
started writing she would have more then one page of news. There was so much
going on with her and the kids, but in the end it was too much to bother
explaining. She wrote that Ryan had started school and was doing well. This
was basically true. He cried every morning when she walked him to school, but
Megan knew he would adjust soon enough. And the school was taking steps to
help him get used to his new environment. Megan didn't see any need to include
that in her letter. She wrote that her job was going well. She wrote about how
they let her keep baby Clara in a room right next to her office, where she
could drop in and tend to her whenever she wanted. The firm she was working at
was so accommodating to her baby. She didn't know if Greg would be happy for
her, but she doubted it. She didn't mention anything else about her job,
because she knew he wouldn't take it well. But she loved her job so much.
Connie had connections with a great firm and had given her a glowing
recommendation. Even though she had no experience, they gave her a great
starting position. She wrote that she loved him and promised to write again
soon. She looked at the calendar. Had it already been 5 days since she called
him? She had really procrastinated on this letter. But if she sent it out
today it would reach him exactly a week from her call. That wouldn't be too
bad she supposed.

Johnny stood downstairs in his mother's workout room. This was where he had
spent so many hours with stepsister Jessica over the years, watching her grow
each day. His mother was a strong believer in what she called, Dedication
Time. Mother said it was his most important chore, to spend time each day
demonstrating what she called admiration for the ladies in his household. She
had said that helping his sister grow into a woman was the best way to show
his appreciation for her. He had been her workout partner from her 6th
birthday up until he left the house three years ago, after marrying Kathleen.
That added up to about ten years, he figured. Ten years of tracking her
progress, filling out her workout chart every single day for every single
exercise. How many plates did she do? How many reps? Then of course there were
the weekly measurements; her weight, height, chest, waist, thighs, calves,
biceps, and forearms. This had always been her favorite part of the week. When
she was younger she would make him compare his measurements to hers. From day
one she was ahead of him in every measurement except for height. And she
passed him in that department after a few months. Having been smaller then him
in every category only a year beforehand, it must have been pretty exciting
for her. But by the time she was a teenager measurement day had evolved and
grown into quite a ritual. It had become far more then just wrapping a tape
measure around different areas. First he had to feel each muscle while she
flexed it over and over, until he was sure it was at full peak. Use both hands
Johnny. I'm not a scrawny little girl 9-year-old anymore. Then they had
detailed discussion about each muscle. Johnny never would have thought that
this was possible, but he had gotten to know each of her body parts like,
well, the back of his hand. How's the shape of it? How much has it grown this
month? Should we focus more on the peak of it? He had even started a log book
of notes for each measurement. He had actually begun to take pride in her body
as time had gone on. As it took on each new curve and definition, he felt he
had played a small part in the process. She had grown into quite a beautiful,
powerful young woman. Johnny wouldn't guess she was flattered by his
attention, but she definitely enjoyed it. Very much. Maybe too much.

Johnny's mind flashed back to that day. He remembered every detail, except the
reason he was crying in the first place. It had been something she said, but
he couldn't remember what.

"Shh, its alright ... It'll be alright ... " She whispered in his ear. He had
been bawling for quite some time. He was not sure how long. She pulled him
against her and held him tightly. Johnny felt his face press deeply into her
firm large bosom. He was sitting on her lap. It felt good to be held like
that, and he slowly stopped crying. His face was wet, and he had completely
soaked the material of her thin tank top where his face was pressed. He became
vaguely aware that one of her nipples was pushing firmly against my cheek. It
felt so good to be held that he nuzzled the softness luxuriously, despite
twinges of guilt. His lips came very close to touching her nipple. He turned
his head and felt his lips press against it. It felt so large. Johnny had been
struck by how large it felt. Sometimes they looked very large under the tight
clothes she wore, but feeling it was another thing. He found himself putting
his lips around it. He tested its size with his lips in some sort of
unconscious curiosity. This had been one of the few parts of her body that
didn't have a heading in his journal, although his thoughts about them could
have filled several. He touched the tip of it with his tongue, tasting the
salt from his tears. This taste suddenly made him more self-aware and he
withdrew his lips. Guilt swept over him. What was I doing? She's my sister.
Then he felt her hand on the back of my head, holding it steady. She took a
deeper breath. The nipple rose toward his mouth and he gave in to the
temptation. Step sister, a voice in his head corrected. He put his lips around
it and sucked on it. It responded immediately. It got even thicker, and even
longer, pushing into his mouth. He started sucking it right through her
T-shirt. She gasped and pulled his head away. For a split second he thought he
might be in trouble, but she only peeled her shirt up over her head. Her
breasts sprung loose and hung there, huge and firm. He looked at her nearest
breast. It looked nearly as wide as his entire chest to him. The areole was
easily as large as his palm. Her erect super-sized nipple pointed up at him
enticingly. He pressed his face back into her softness and felt it grow larger
yet between his lips. It felt as if it was filling his entire mouth. He sucked
really hard. She gasped again. Her breathing became deeper, and she started
whispering. "That's a good baby. That's right ... Mmmm." He suckled on both of
her breasts for several minutes, forgetting himself completely. Suddenly she
pulled his head away, kissed his forehead and set him off her lap. Her face
looked flush, and she was breathing through her mouth. Her lips looked full
and inviting. She didn't say anything else. She just put her top back on and
went upstairs.

Johnny went straight to his room and didn't come out. That whole night he lied
awake, thinking about what he had done. How could he let himself do something
so stupid? This was wrong. Eventually he concluded that Jessica certainly
realized this as well, and they would both feel better the next day when they
talked it out.

The next day, he was already waiting for Jessica in the weight room when she
came down. He had been quite relieved to see that she was wearing a large
sweatshirt. He took her unusual modest attire as resulting from the previous
afternoon. "Jessica, we need to talk about yesterday."

"I know."

He didn't really know how to start. His step sister stood in front of him and
looked down into his face attentively. "Umm ... my emotions really got out of
control yesterday. I'm very sorry." A smile crossed Jessica's face. She came
over and sat next to him on the bench without saying anything. She rubbed his
shoulder gently. Since she didn't speak he kept going. "I'm practically an old
man compared to you."

"Totally." She smiled. Johnny relaxed a bit more. This was going very well.

"Good. Then we're on the same page. I was up the whole night thinking about
what happened."

"Me too." She smiled at me and for the first time I thought I saw her blush. I
smiled back, feeling much relief.

"Listen." She paused. Her eyes fluttered upward and she pressed her tongue
against the side of her cheek, as she chose her next words. "How do I, like,
explain this?" While she asked the question to herself, she decided to make
herself more comfortable by pulled her sweatshirt off. The hot pink bikini top
barely covered the pinkish round flesh he had suckled so greedily the day
before. So much for my modesty theory. She threw the shirt into the corner of
the room and turned back toward him. This series of actions made her breasts
bounce enticingly. He looked up from her chest, and a smirk crept across her
face. He stirred uneasily under her bold penetrating look. "I know I made you
feel better yesterday after you started crying. I really liked helping you."

"Thanks bu-"

"I said listen!" Her blond eyebrows furled sternly and he stopped in mid
sentence. Her face relaxed and she went back to what she was trying to say.
"The boys at school are so immature and stupid. I hate them." She looked down
at me and smiled. "You're a lot older and more mature though." She smiled
shyly for a second and then continued. "But you're still totally just a weak
helpless man. A very small helpless man." The tone of his stepsister's voice
made him feel light headed. She paused again for a few seconds. "Today when I
was in study hall I was like, so bored. I just kept thinking about us, and
what happened yesterday. I was so bored, I yawned and stretched my arms up in
the air." She demonstrated, arching her back as she looked at the ceiling. He
watched the way her chest seemed to expand all around the constraints of her
bikini. "When I looked back down, this boy across the table from me was like,
totally gawking right at my boobs."

I suddenly looked up from her chest again, a feeling of guilt washing over me
once again. She noticed me looking again but kept telling her story. Was she
making a point?

"He had the dumbest smile on his ugly little face. Gawd, I just knew the
little pervert was fantasizing about touching them and you probably know what
else." She smiled for a second but thne continued. Greg felt the familiar
guilt wash over him again. "I got so mad! I like, wanted to poke his eyes out
or something." Was this her way of telling him she was angry at him as well?
"He's such a useless little geek. I looked around, and all the boys looked
just like him. All cowering, gawking, disrespectful little geeks." She sighed
in disgust. "Some girls like them because they think they're funny. I think
they're just stupid. Maybe it's because I'm more mature then most of the
girls." Now this he felt he could argue against, but he wasn't about to.
"After all, most of the girls are like, still small compared to me." She
stopped and took a deep breath. Glancing down at her chest and her big
rippling arms. "Anyway, all through study hall I was thinking about all this
stuff. And about how you were so different." He felt physically dizzy from
what she was saying. Did she want him to be her boyfriend somehow? What was
going on? "So anyway, just for fun, I grabbed the little worm that was gawking
at me and snuck him right into the girl's bathroom with me. You know how when
we were younger I used to give you those wedgies? Well, I took the back of his
little undees and like, yanked them all the way up to his head! He probably
didn't even know why!" She threw her head back with laughter. Johnny felt
himself breaking into a sweat. She stopped laughing and tried to look serious.
"I guess I didn't need to tell you that last part." She looked down at her
feet. "It wasn't really that big of a deal. He had it coming for other reasons
too."

"Jessica, are saying you want me to be your boyfriend?"

"Gawd, no! You, my boyfriend?!" She said it with conviction but Johnny could
see she had something on her mind. Then she shocked him with her next
sentence. She sat up a little straighter and turned to face him squarely.
"I've decided that you're going to call me Mommy for now on during Dedication
Time." Johnny paused, waiting for her to start laughing but she didn't. Her
voice was serious. His stomach felt like it flipped upside down

"What! Why? No way I'm-"

"Call me Mommy." She said firmly. Her full young lips were pursed in
determination and her deep blue eyes were fixed on him.

"There's no way I'm calling you that! You're only 16! You're just a little
girl." Jessica raised her eyebrows and cocked her head. She stood up in front
of him and placed her hands on her hips. His eyes scaled her defined
brick-like 6 pack stomach, then her booming curves, and finally her graceful,
powerful neck to her frowning face. He felt fear wash over him. "I may be 16,
but I'm no little girl! I'm a woman, and you're going to do what I say!" In
less then a second she put one foot on the bench, snatched him up and draped
him over her leg.

"Wha-what are you doing!?"

"Teaching you lesson!" Her hand spanked him 3 times before he even felt the
first one, but he was kicking and hollering through the next 3. She stopped
and he just draped over her leg, crying. She let him cry for a few minutes. He
couldn't believe how much it burned. It felt like someone used a 2x4. She
eventually set him back on his feet. "Do you need to go freshen up for a
minute?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes ... Mommy."

Jessica stooped over and crushed him in a hug. "There, that wasn't so hard to
say now was it? Now hurry up so you can get back and help Mommy get bigger and
stronger. I'm not done growing you know." She smiled at him, letting the
situation sink in for a minute.

He had to play along with Jessica's game. He was become her toy to play with
every afternoon. Well, maybe he always had been, but now she wanted to play a
new game. He didn't dare say anything to anyone, due to the humiliation and
wrath that he was sure to receive. He thought for sure she would get tired of
it, but she didn't. She would talk to him like he was a young child through
her entire workout, and she required him to talk like he was one too.

Even 2 months later she still enforced their roles. It was clearly arousing
for her. Maybe she just didn't think it mattered that he was her stepbrother
whom she had grown up with since she was four. Maybe it was because he was her
stepbrother.

"Does baby want me to lift this heavy bar for him?" Jessica's valley-girl
accent was usually completely replaced by her mother-to-baby voice.

"Yes." I answered as I knew she wanted.

"Then baby has to ask."

"Mommy, will you raise that heavy bar for me?" She smiled in approval.

"Okay babycakes. Mommy will lift if for you." She grunted and huffed as she
curled the bar to her chest. Each side of the bar stacked with several plates.
He had secretly tried to pick up one of those plates before and couldn't even
budge it. Jessica dropped the weight onto the mat with a thud that made his
feet leave the floor for a nanosecond. She turned to him with her chest
heaving, and her arms resting by her sides. Her biceps reminded him of bread
loaves when they were pumped and relaxed like that.

He gave her water and waited while she drank it down. "Did I do good baby?"

"Yes Mommy."

"Why don't you give Mommy's muscle a big hug then." She relaxed her arm and
looked down at it. He walked up and wrapped his arms around her upper arm.
Jessica had put on obvious mass during the previous two months. "Squeeze it
tight as you can." She said softly. "Come on, give Mommy's muscle a big bear
hug." He did squeeze as hard as he could. He even locked his hands around his
elbows for leverage. "Ooh, Mommy likes to feel you're little arms try so
hard." Then she bent her elbow and the hot cannon ball of muscle easily broke
his hold. Keeping her arm bent, she brought her elbow up level with her
shoulder. His feet left the ground. He wanted to let go, but he was caught
dangling with his left arm sandwiched between her biceps and forearm.

"Jessica, I'm caught! Let me down!" She opened her arm and he dropped to his
feet.

Jessica giggled. "Oopsy. Are you alright pumpkin?" She pulled him into her
chest. "Mmm, Mommy likes to get stronger for Baby."

"Jawneey." His sister called as she walked downstairs behind him. Her voice
had snapped him out of memory lane. "There you are. I'm surprised to find you
down here. What were you up to?"

"Oh, just thinking."

"About the good old days?" She smiled, and he looked down at his feet. "I
found what I was looking for. Come on, let's go."

Jessica was not wearing her workout clothes today. She was wearing a sundress
and dark sunglasses. She had her hair hanging loosely around her shoulders
instead of tied back, and she had a large duffel bag. "I have a surprise for
you. I'm taking Baby out today for a date." She looked excited. Johnny felt
his chest collapse at her words.

"A date?"

"Umm ... well ... it'll be like a Mommy-Baby date!" She curled her fingers,
beckoning him to follow her.

She drove a couple of miles away to a large park. She led him to a public
restroom and took him into the ladies room, which was empty, luckily. She
fished through the duffel bag and started pulling out some funny looking
clothes. "I found these at a special store. I bought them for Kathleen for
Christmas, but I couldn't resist the chance to try them on you myself first.
It'll be our little secret, okay Johnny?" Her eyebrow arched behind her
glasses and Johnny nodded in agreement. She told him to take his clothes off.

"Don't you think we're getting a little too old for these childish games
Jessica?" She crossed her thick, forearms and stared down at him through her
dark sunglasses. Her toes started tapping, sending echoes through the empty
concrete room. He couldn't see her eyes, but he knew he had better move.

She started putting this strange outfit on him. While she worked the pants
over his waist she couldn't help but noticed his erection. He felt dizzy with
embarrassment.

"Is this for me?" She giggled. "This is why you make such a good dolly." She
watched his face droop. "Aww, you know Kathleen didn't marry you for that
little thing. She married you because she likes dressing you up almost as much
as I probably do."

"Its okay if Baby gets excited about trying on his new outfit for Mommy." She
continued relentlessly. "Or, maybe Baby just likes to be held by Mommy." She
giggled at my embarrassment. "It's okay pumpkin. It happens to lots of little
boys when your Mommy is around. I know you can't help it. But that little
thing makes big messes that Mommy doesn't like cleaning up. Sorry."

She finished dressing him. The strange suit was long sleeved, skin tight, and
close to skin color. It was way too thick to be summer attire, and as he
quickly found out, they were very heavy. It was like the entire outfit was
lined with lead or some other very heavy material. When the strange suit was
on, she pulled more clothes out that she put on over the strange suit. When
she was finished she stood back for a minute to observe her work, and a huge
grin was pasted on her face. Her blue eyes were lit with excitement. "You look
perfect!" She held out her hand for me to take it, which he did with some
awkwardness because of the weight of my sleeves. His body felt like gravity
had just tripled. She led me to a mirror and I saw that I looked almost like a
chubby person with a T-shirt and shorts on. He noticed that my t-shirt had
teddy bears and hearts all over it. Jessica saw me looking down at my shirt.
"Do you like it? Grandma bought me that when I was 8. You look a lot cuter in
it then I did."

She led him into the back of the park. She had to walk slowly because he kept
stumbling in his awkward suit. She spread a blanket on the grass near the edge
of some woods. Then she reached into her bag and started rummaging around
again. She was on her hands and knees next to him. Despite how upset he was,
he couldn't help but admire how she looked. Her hair was so shiny and silky.
It bounced with vitality as she moved, just like every other feature on her
body. Her soft tan skin in combination with the clingy sundress enhanced her
physique perfectly.

Jessica pulled out a colorful plastic bag and turned to show it to him, but he
wasn't sure what it was. She blew into it a few times with her powerful lungs
and quickly it inflated into a beach ball. She showed it to him again with a
bright smile. Her childlike joy rubbed off on him despite himself and he
smiled. "Lets play some catch." Jessica walked about 10 feet away and sat
facing him with her legs spread apart. She threw the ball to him, and it
bounced off his hands. He was extremely uncoordinated with his heavy clothes
on. He tried to throw the ball to her but he tried too hard and threw himself
right to the ground. They tossed it back and forth a few times. He was getting
very frustrated and tired quickly. The suit was wearing him down fast. The
ball kept bouncing off his hands, and he fell when he lunged for it. After a
little while he crawled to the ball to save energy since he would probably
only fall again anyway.

Finally one time Jessica threw it to him and he couldn't get his hands up fast
enough. It hit me in the face and he fell backwards on his butt again. It
didn't hurt anything except the tiny bit of ego he had left. He was so angry
and frustrated that he started crying. He just couldn't play along any more.

"Ut-oh, Baby is getting tired." Jessica scooped him up and sat with him on the
blanket. "Shh Pumpkin, its alright." She cooed to him. He was really angry and
for all intensive purposes, having a full-blown tantrum. He kicked at her and
swung his arms at her while he writhed on her lap, red faced. He was trying
his absolute best to get away from her. He raked his fingernails down her arm
and tried to squirm loose. "Ooh, baby is really upset!" She easily gathered
both of his wrists into one of her hands. She hooked her other arm around his
legs and gathered them in. He pushed against her arm with all of his might but
she easily brought her arm in around him, forcing his knees right up against
his chest. At that point he tried to scream bloody murder. She squeezed him
against her chest and all of the air rushed from his lungs. He was squished
into a tight ball. "Shh baby, it's alright, quiet down now." She whispered.
She held tight, and he took small fast breaths, which was all he could muster.

For some reason, in that moment, crushed in his sister's arms, he thought
about his old friend Greg. Maybe because he had written him a letter, wishing
he could be with Johnny and his sister instead of at the men's home. Johnny
looked up into his step sister's pretty face. Her lips pursed as she made
kissing sounds and cooed down at him.

Johnny was glad his wife had sent him to the home.

Sandy sat down at the cafeteria table across from Greg and put a large bite of
steak into her mouth. She chewed slowly and watched him pick at his plate. She
knew he didn't want to look up, but he would have to eventually and she could
be patient. She had given Greg plenty of space for the past two days. She was
in no hurry to play with him again right away. The anticipation was really
half the fun.

He reminded her so much of her high school crush, Rick. God, how every girl in
school wanted to be with Rick back then. He was the typical star quarterback;
arrogant, athletic, and great looking. She should have known he was just
playing a trick on her when he asked her to the dance. Nobody had ever asked
her before, let alone the most popular guy in school. Sandy was a typical farm
girl growing up. Even before Superfem she could probably beat more then half
the boys in her class at arm wrestling. If that didn't scare the boys off, her
smelly farm clothes probably did. On top of that, she really had nothing going
for her in the looks department, as many of the popular girls had reminded her
many times. That night at the dance when she and the other victims found
themselves suddenly alone on the dance floor and announced as the "Heffer
Club" over the loud speakers, she had never been more humiliated. Everyone was
laughing at them. That first Monday morning, walking down the hallway to the
sounds of mooing and squeals at school was something she would never forget.

Fortunately, with the introduction of Superfem to teen girls the next summer,
Sandy found she didn't have to rely on her looks anymore. By her senior year,
she was easily the strongest girl in school. Suddenly she found herself quite
popular. When she decided to pick Rick as her boyfriend, all the girls thought
they would be a great match. All of her girlfriends got a big kick out of Rick
wearing a cowbell around his neck for a week. But that wasn't enough for her.
Every time she saw him smile, it still reminded her of that night.

Sandy knew that no matter how much Rick claimed that he had grown to love her,
or that he had been shown the errors of his ways, she could never be
guaranteed he was telling the truth. However, there was one emotion she could
guarantee was genuine when they were together: Rick's fear of her. And the
amazing thing was that Sandy got more satisfaction from that emotion then she
would have gotten from his love anyway. A part of her wondered what was wrong
with her, but when it came down to it, she didn't really care.

Rick had given Sandy her first orgasm completely out of the blue. Her parents
had just left them alone to study together while they went to a movie. She
sent Rick into the kitchen to get a glass of milk. She had been in a foul mood
up until that point. She didn't understand the material, and Rick was no help.
She needed to pass that test. She snapped at Rick to hurry up. He walked in
briskly and tried to set the milk in front of her. But he was acting so
clumsily that he spilled it all over her book. She looked up at him and didn't
say a word. She unconsciously made a fist with her hand and several knuckles
crackled. Then something caught her eye. It was a darkening in the crotch area
of his jeans. When she realized he was pissing himself, she felt wetness flood
her own crotch for a different reason. She took him straight to her room and
had the most fun of her young life to that point. Eventually Rick became
boring. But there had been plenty of other guys since him. And right now she
had little Gilligan.

Greg had sobbed so well for her Saturday night. Her only regret was that it
came so easily. After all, the hall was nearly empty, and it was her night
off. Nobody would have dared interrupt them, they had all night. He had been
trembling like a leaf next to her on her couch in her room. But it was the
mention of his wife that started the waterworks. Men were such helpless babies
these days. She had thought he might be different. She didn't waste the
opportunity though. She cuddled him into her and wrung every drip from him.
Sorrow wasn't as good as fear, but she would take it. She wouldn't have
thought much more of him after that night. But it was something he said that
made her melt inside. "Please don't tell my wife you held me like this." It
made her feel so naughty. She didn't say anything back to him, but she
carefully closed her arms a little tighter. It worked. He squealed and she
moaned.