By Charon
"...with her muscle bulging pythons. Then Sydney put him in a bearhug, squeezing him 'til he passed out. "Later, dude," she said, fixing her pony tails. The End."
'Another tale of female dominance by Mr. Meister,' thought Adam, double clicking his AOL icon. In a few short minutes, he was sending his text flying around the world to a million different news readers. "The easy way to get published," he said to his monitor.
Scrolling through the most recent news, he spotted a thread of articles with his name on them. "My public," he told his keyboard, excitedly clicking on the last file in the cascade, where the good stuff usually is. He read:
From - Mon Feb 14 22:26:17 1998
Path: news.server.mode1
From: edhead@fortents.net
Newsgroups: alt.amazon-women.admirers
Subject: Re: READ MY LIPS
Date: 20 Aug 1997 00:54:46 GMT
Organization: news.org
Lines: 31
> >
> >
> >
> > Dear Whassup, -
> > For once we agree. I wouldn't wrap spam
> > in this crap. Unless this person is new to
> > the concept of communication, Mr. M has
> > NO excuse.
> >
> > PJ
>
I think we all agree with this.
>
> All of you boys should be grateful someone has taken his time to
> write stories at all. If it wasn't for Mr. M, and others like him,
> this NG would only be people bickering about who should have won such
> and such a contest. Be grateful, or face the wrath of the Goddess.
>
> Athena The Goddess
> Athena@.The.Goddess.comThere is a catch, though, Athena. You have to write something
readable, or it is a bane, not a boon to the NG. I used to think
the way you did, but after reading Mr. Meister's last 'piece', I
have to throw my hat in with PJ and just about everybody else.Sorry,
Ed
Adam sat back, crushed. All the time he had spent, trying to please his virtual friends, his comrades in the trenches of Amazonia, had all been a waste. Irked, he put the email addresses of his detractors on the list to receive "Important News About Prostate Cancer", and shut off his computer.
He turned on the TV, flipping through the channels a couple of times before that tired him. With a sigh, he put on his shoes, and went outside for a stroll.
At a snail's pace, he sauntered down the street, looking up through the trees at the stars, and sighing periodically. A particularly bright star, far off in the eastern sky seemed to wink at him for just a moment. 'Maybe Athena just blessed me,' he laughed to himself sadly.
It took him awhile, but he finally reached Main Street, where he hoped the crowded sidewalks would pick up his spirit. The lights along the street made the ground into golden disks, which touched at only one point between them, and for a couple of blocks Adam amused himself by only walking in the circles of light. Even fate was against him tonight; the usually crowded sidewalks were as lonely as his desk at home.
His mind was elsewhere as he neared his favorite restaurant. He hoped Rosanna was working tonight, so he might catch a glimpse of his favorite calves. Rosanna was a sweet girl, he thought, with her short blonde hair and her big, black, high- soled shoes. He wouldn't mind seeing her this evening at all.
He casually looked in the window, pretending to eye the pastries in the glass case at the register. Stealing glances around, he searched for Rosanna in the aisles of tables. 'Must be off,' he thought, starting to turn before seeing her blonde locks sitting down near the kitchen. Business that night was slow, and without any customers, she had decided to take a load off.
Adam wasn't that hungry, but on the other hand, he didn't feel quite like going home to his empty house. With the lure of getting to see his favorite waitress, Adam decided to have one of those pastries after all.
He entered the restaurant, turning the heads of the three people on duty that night- Rosanna, Lydia the manager, and Julianne the cook. Rosanna watched as he slid into his favorite booth and haltingly picked up the menu he knew by heart. She finished her drink and got up, smoothing her apron. Adam pretended not to notice. He didn't look up until she came to his table, with her usual pleasant salutation to him.
"Hey, buddy," she said. "Usual again, I bet." Adam didn't really want the Superburger with fries and a Coke, but he hated to change his order, since it was nice to be recognized. Adam nodded his consent, then pretended to busy himself with thought. Rosanna yelled back the order to Julianne, who leaned across the counter to say hi to him. Adam waved back, smiling, then pulled his notepad from his chest pocket, and scribbled with his dull pencil.
It wasn't like he didn't try to write good stories; he spent hours thinking about how to make his tales dramatic and interesting. It wasn't even like he couldn't write; he had been a reporter for his school newspaper in college, and had sent poems to literary magazines- three of which had been published so far. But Adam had to embrace the reality that he couldn't find female muscle and power stories inside of him.
He had always admired powerful women. The growth of the internet showed him that he wasn't alone. So, to be part of the gang, he started writing stories about muscular women. The problem was, they just never came out right. They were too loaded with narrative, or burdened by themes and tone to ever be really fun reading. So, he had hit the wall. He couldn't decide whether or not to stop writing. His scribbles took the shape they always made, not entirely by design. They looked, just a little, like a very big girl.
Rosanna approached with his food, so he quickly put away his notebook, and picked up his napkin. She set down his plate, and pleasantly asked if he needed anything else, although she knew he didn't. He thanked her, and started to eat as she turned to leave.
It wasn't quite on the first bite that he noticed it. It wasn't quite on the second bite either. But by and by, he began to sense a taste that wasn't quite right with his burger. He kept eating, almost out of curiosity, becoming more sure that his burger was bad. After he had eaten about half, he knew he'd have to say something. You just couldn't be too careful with all the mad cow disease these days.
"Rosanna," Adam called. Rosanna looked over the back of her booth seat at Adam. He began to explain that his burger wasn't quite right when he noticed something even odder. Rosanna didn't seem to be wearing her blouse. Adam stared at her, trying to stammer along his explanation of what was wrong. Rosanna looked back, as innocently as ever, waiting for Adam to make himself understood.
Julianne leaned out the kitchen window again, this time to see what was up in the dining room. She asked Rosanna what Adam was saying; the best answer Rosanna could give was that his burger was weird.
Adam was composing himself, and telling Rosanna that everything was all right for fear she might come from behind her seat and expose herself. Julianne, however, came out of the kitchen, and walked toward Adam's table. "What's wrong, Adam honey," Julianne said. Adam was shocked, both because he had never seen Julianne come out of the kitchen, and also because he didn't know she knew his name.
"Is something wrong with your food?" she asked Adam pleasantly. "It might taste
a little more tender tonight than normal. I put a little more muscle into the
meat tonight." So saying, Julianne extended her thin, bare arm and held it out
for just a moment.
Then smiling and winking at Adam she flexed. And boy, did
she ever flex. Julianne's arm looked ready to burst- a giant bicep as big as
Adam had ever seen swelled under Julianne's skin. Her forearm and tricep had
gotten enormous too, exceeding even Adam's wild imagination.
Adam began choking on a french fry at the sight of Julianne's growing arm. Rosanna heard him wheezing, and rose to see what was wrong. Adam had been right about her not wearing her shirt; in fact, she wasn't wearing any clothes. She was, however wearing something. That something was a brand new body of muscles. Her bare breasts eclipsed Adams vision, but only for a moment. Then he caught sight of her legs, vibrating as she walked from the action of her flexing thighs. Her calves jutted out to the sides of her lower legs, which she accentuated by walking on her tip-toes.
Adam managed to clear his throat with a sip of Coke, but just because he wasn't choking, didn't mean he could find anything to say. There, in front of him, was the ultimate female body. That body was Rosanna's. The only problem was, she didn't have it a minute before.
"If you think Julianne is worth gagging for," she said, staring deeply into Adam's
eyes, "wait 'til you see these calves." Rosanna rotated on the balls of her feet,
giving Adam a view he never thought he'd see. Rosanna's massive breasts, which
belonged on a woman at least twice her size swayed from in front of her, but Adam
didn't notice. All he could see were her stone calves, flexed tightly underneath
her thick knees.
Adam's mind was racing, but it quickly focused on the reality of the present situation. He was in a public place, and a muscular, naked woman was showing him every wonderful part of her body- a body of fantastic proportions. Adam knew what to do: what any other man would be compelled to do in that situation- he started to run.
Adam broke for the front door, shaking his head to clear it. As he neared the front
of the store, he saw the manager, Lydia, sitting with her head down behind the cash
register. He slowed down, needing to ask her what was going on, needing to find some
port of sanity in this storm of fiction. As he was about to ask her what the hell was
happening, she looked up, lifting her arms. "Where are you off to, sweety?" she asked,
flexing.
Lydia, too, was naked, and twice as huge as Julianne or
Rosanna. Adam shrank back, not so much in horror, as disbelief. "Things are just now
getting fun," Lydia said, making for Adam with lust in her eyes, and muscles filling her
frame.
Adam burst through the door of the diner, searching for a policeman, or better yet, a priest. He turned to look back into the diner, and saw all three of the women coming out, arm in arm. Julianne had now grown, just like the other two, and all three of them seemed intent on catching their little friend Adam. Adam stumbled down the street, looking for anyone now, to try and find out what was going on.
At the corner, he bolted into the street, nearly getting hit by an oncoming car. Adam fell to the ground, covering his eyes, but the car managed to stop in time. Adam just lay there, quivering with adrenaline, as the click of heels came up behind him. "Oh, you poor man, let me help you up," said the light female voice. Adam felt himself being picked up by the arm, and being led to the curb. "Thanks," he said by reflex, just then turning to see who had helped him.
"Oh its no trouble for these arms," said the pretty young girl with freckles, who then
flexed her bicep into Adam's face.
He was overcome by her muscles,
a sight which only recently was beginning to terrify him. "Is my big guy okay?" she
said, brushing the dust off Adam's shirt and curling her thick arms around Adam's back.
As she started to squeeze, Adam wriggled away, pushing off on the girl's muscle-thickened
chest. "That's all right, honey, you
aren't getting away tonight," the girl yelled after him, as Adam broke for home.
The streets were just as barren as Adam ran, panting back to his house. Adam was tired and nervous, sweating for both reasons, while he fumbled for his keys. He got inside as quickly as he could, slammed the door behind him, and made for the phone. He reached for the receiver, and dialed the police, then slammed the phone back down. What could he tell them? What would they say? For all the bizarre things that had happened, there was certainly no crime for him to report. Even if there was, he'd seem like a kook if he did report it. Worse yet, what if the police had all become huge muscle women? Then they'd just come to his house. And then what?
Adam sat back against the wall, hoping his head would clear, and a rational explanation would materialize there. He needed to settle down before he could do anything, so he just tried to focus his mind. The sound of his computer fan slowly worked into his consciousness, whirring from the other room. He got up to check it out; he was pretty sure he had turned off his computer when he left.
He looked in at his computer from the living room, fully expecting to see anything but just the computer, but that was all there was. He gingerly made his way over, and moved the mouse, deactivating the screen saver. He noticed that his word processor was running, and a two word phrase was on the page, centered and in a tiny, tiny font. He bent down to see what the words were; he didn't remember writing anything in that font.
TURN AROUND
Adam whirled around, knocking his keyboard off the table. "Oh," came a concerned exclamation from a hulking women who was emerging from the shadows of the kitchen. "You'd better not break that, you'll need it."
Adam dashed out of the study, only to run smack into an absolute giantess. He was utterly shocked into paralysis looking at a body so big, it baffled his sensibilities. The woman reached out, and put her hands on Adam's shoulders.
"Adam," she cooed, looking down affectionately. Adam was so petrified, he was even unable to look up at her, much less answer. She slowly swayed Adam in her grip. "Adam," she said, louder but with the same, calm tones. Adam still was swimming in a state between ecstasy and insanity, and was far removed from the ability to speak.
The giantess picked Adam up, carrying him to the sofa where she took a seat, holding Adam tightly against her. She began to caress his shoulders, and at the same time, motioned to the women standing in the study. The two entered, and stood before Adam and the woman clutching him.
"Adam, Monique would like to show you something," Adam's captor said, whereupon she turned
Adam's head toward the dark-haired woman before them. 
Monique began a slow, sensual dance, at first to some inaudible rhythm. As she danced, though, Adam's head became filled with a thick, pulsing beat. It was slow, and heavy, and matched the body of the woman on display. Monique flexed her legs, in long, measured motions, putting her foot out carefully in front of her, then hardening her muscles by pointing her toes and locking her knee. She gyrated as she changed legs, tensing her abs, which she traced out with her fingers. She exuded power and sexuality, and Adam had no choice but to go to her. He felt her near, and he shivered as they touched, her skin like electricity. She pushed herself against him, surrounded him with her body, and flexed again...
At the very edge of his primal state of consciousness, he heard the voice of the giant woman echoing...
"Feel her power...
She is everything to you...
She is incredible...
Touch her, Adam...
Adam felt himself, almost in the distance, reaching forward and feeling along the hard softness of Monique's body. His hands ran along her sides, and hers coiled around Adam picking him up, embracing him. He explored her muscle, one strand at a time and each one flexed into steel under his touch...
"Touch her, Adam...
Feel her surround you...
She is your fantasy...
You love her Adam...
Kiss her deeply...
Adam obeyed. His lips found hers, her shocking embrace filling his world. Her tongue toyed with his. Adam felt himself give, his body hers to have, to control. Adam's eyes closed, he couldn't see anything with them. His mind became his eyes, and she filled his vision. Adam stopped breathing, and she breathed life into him. Her muscle closed more fully around him, engulfing him in delicious strength...
"She is your life...
She is your dream...
She is your world...
...She is Angela's girlfriend...
Adam's ecstasy became agony, as he instantly fell to earth, and into the grip of the massive Angela. She grabbed him, wrapping her arms tightly around his chest. She paused and sneered at him, then let him have a blast of her thick arms. Adam felt his body give in to her, yielding within her grasp. Angela eased up, then squeezed again, harder, feeling Adam's ribs bending.
"You disgusting, little man," she growled easing up again. She tilted her angry head back, finding Adam's rolling eyes. "So you like hugs and kisses, huh?" Adam tried to blurt out a no, but Angela had him gripped too tightly. "Try one of my hugs," she said with another deep grunt and the horrible throbbing pressure of her bearhug. "I feel you dying," she taunted, the strength of her arms growing and Adam's body buckling. "This is what I think is fun," she said, pulling Adam tighter yet against her. She bent down, and thrust her tongue against his, filling his gasping mouth with hers. She kissed him as roughly as she squeezed, with her bearhug intensifying in jolts.
Angela finished her kiss, then tilted back and sighed to herself, "Here we go, ribs."
With that, she screamed as she flexed so hard and so long, that Adam's chest crumpled in
her grip. Her scream turned to a laugh as dropped him to the ground and stepped up,
resting her legs against his sides. Her heels came together, and Adam's crushed ribs
found themselves caught inside her huge, relentless calves. 
She bounced on her toes, taking rollicking joy in her power, while her muscled lower
legs tortured Adam's body.
As quickly as she had mangled him, Angela was gone, and Adam, disoriented and hurting, felt his body stretch out. Then his hands and feet were pulled harder, doubling the pain on his ribs, and working over his legs. He tried to move, but he couldn't. His hands and feet were caught fast. He felt the warm hardness against him, as his body was stretched out yet again. Adam cried with pain, and pulled harder on his hands and legs, despite the agony it caused his ribs.
"So how do you like my little back, Adam?" came the familiar voice, not from any direction,
but from everywhere at once.
"Who are you, and why are you doing this?" Adam yelled, tugging at his limbs, which were being pulled ever tighter.
"Why I'm helping you. You wished to be able to write better stories," replied the voice. "Good writing takes experience," the voice said, as sweet and smooth as ever.
"But you're killing me!" Adam screamed, the pressure ferocious now on his body.
"I can pull you apart Adam. My power is awesome. My strength is beyond belief," the woman taunted. "Tell me, tell me what I want to hear."
"You win, you're the best. You're too much. Please let go, you're too strong. I can't take you," Adam blurted out, on the edge of being ripped apart.
"And..." the voice demanded.
"And I understand..." Adam shrieked.
Adam awoke in the middle of the living room with a start. He immediately checked his ribs. They seemed to be fine. Adam spun on his back, looking off to the corners of the room. The glow on the walls was faintly eerie. Adam checked the clock. It was 8:00 a.m. He stood up, slowly, and looked around blinking. He hadn't seen a morning in so long, he had forgotten how the sun lit his room early in the day. Adam passed into the kitchen, feeling strangely refreshed, and poured himself a glass of orange juice. He then toasted a bagel, and ate it slowly. He looked at the paper on the stoop outside, but didn't feel like reading it. He had a feeling of leaving something unfinished, he just didn't know what. That dream was fucked up he thought, going into the study.
He noticed his computer was still on, so he moved the mouse to shut it down. On the screen, his word processor sat with a blank page. Hovering above that was the dialog box for a New Document. Adam thought for a second, then selected Text Document. He sat tentatively for a moment, then typed:
The Night of the Goddess by Mr. Meister
