Alt.univ.  part 3
by Marknew  marknew742@aol.com 



I don't do summaries. You can read the first two parts at
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/marknew/altuniv.txt and
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/marknew/altuniv2.txt

14

A couple of hours later Debbie was shaking me awake. "How COULD you! I could
KILL you!"

"Wha' hey? What is it?" I said groggily.

"Did you think you could HIDE it? Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

"Find ... oh."

"'Oh!' he says. 'Oh'. Were you going to tell me at ALL?"

"You mean uh Chloe?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Don't try to use THAT kind of trick with ME, Tom! I'm the
one with the TRAINING here. Why don't you just tell me everything yourself and
just so you know, everything you say WILL be held against you, and so will
everything you DON'T say!"

I was half-awake and tumbling into the abyss. "I -- Debbie, things are very
different here. I'm trying to adapt." She glared at me. "It's very hard."

"Oh, I think you're doing VERY well adapting here. How long did it take you?
Two hours? Three?"

"You don't understand."

"What I don't understand is the marriage I thought I had. I thought we were
different. Different from my parents, from my parents' friends, from my
brother and his wife! I feel like such a fool! To think I trusted you! To
think I thought you were honest with me!"

"Debbie don't. It's not like that. I -- the first night I was here I thought
Chloe was coming on to me ... I got away ... but then the second ... it made
her so upset when I pushed her away. She expected me to and --

"And so you sucked on her breasts? You had sex with her?

I had no choice. "It wasn't sex Debbie. She masturbated me."

"She's fifteen years old!"

"I know. I wasn't looking for it, Debbie. It just happened. She's stronger
than I am."

"You're not telling me she raped you."

"No, of course not. But ... I felt helpless. I couldn't say no."

"You could have, but you didn't want to."

"I didn't think it was right."

Her eyes opened like saucers. "Are you SERIOUS?"

"Not here, I mean. Her expectations were different. Everyone's expectations
are different. Do you know that at work --

"The expectations for men are very low here, and obviously they're not low
enough!"

"Debbie, please! I love you!"

She reached back to slap me, and then held herself back. "Oooooooh! Don't you
DARE use that word! You don't know what the word means!"

"Why do you think we're here, if it's not because of how I love you!"

"I thought I knew why, but now I don't. A lot has surprised me tonight,
including your reaction to my body. I was thrilled last night, but now I think
this is what you wanted all along. It seems this whole world is set up for
men's sexual gratification. That's what you really wanted, wasn't it?"

"Of course not! You have to believe me!"

"I'm not ready to do any such thing! How much -- how much did you know about
what this would be like?"

"Nothing. Except that you'd be stronger and at some point in these 'travels'
I'd find you healthy again. Debbie, don't be angry, please."

"How can you think I'd ever -- you don't want me, do you? You want the Debbie
from here! The Debbie that would send her niece to keep you satisfied while
I'm on the road."

"Never!"

"You've probably been a muscle lover in secret all your life! Just like Larry
and his breasts! And this is your sexual paradise. If you like other women
here so much, maybe you would like them even bigger. I can move us too, you
know."

"Debbie, I love YOU. Please understand."

"Oh I DO understand. Being in this world has given me a different perspective,
and I LIKE that perspective."

"Well, I don't. It's very painful for me."

"Oh sure! Well, from my perspective you've certainly fallen into the roles
here pretty easily."

"I don't have a choice, do I?"

"I had a choice in the world where we started out! I didn't become Little Miss
Homemaker. I swam against the tide."

"Well, I'm trying."

"Oh, right. Sure you are."

"You're not being at all fair! Aren't you forgetting that the rest of it is
that men have no power at all? That I've lost my company, my whole career?!
I'm a complete second class citizen here. You wouldn't believe the sexism
here, the way men are treated."

"They don't seem to be rebelling."

"There's a malist movement, you know."

"Do you know anything about it? I asked some of my colleagues. There are about
fifty of them, Tom. They make a lot of noise, but it's not a movement. I think
men are totally satisfied with the arrangements here."

"Well, I'm not. Except that I have you again."

"Oh please!" She stared at me. "You're trying to change the subject. You're
not telling me everything. I knew you wouldn't! So I'll have to drag it out of
you? Are you going to tell me about Ann Olsen, and why you're so eager to go
work for her? Did she make you a strong business proposition? Or was it
another kind of proposition? I'll tell you why you're running off with
'Mistress' Olsen to become her little secretary. All she had to do was rub you
the right way."

"Debbie!"

"Did she give you a little 'thank you' Tom? A little taste of things to come?
Did you like her breasts too? Are they bigger than mine? Tastier?"

"NO!"

"You're LYING!! I've got it all down, Tom. All in the little report Chloe sent
me. I know all about how she 'takes care' of you while I was gone." She
started crying again. "I couldn't believe my eyes! I thought, this isn't MY
Tom. This is the other one -- from before WE got here. And then, when she was
writing about what happened two nights ago, she said you were acting funny and
she was worried, and I was THRILLED, until I got to the part -- oh this KILLED
me -- where she said," Debbie's eyes went to the ceiling then recited from
memory in a voice that made me shiver, "and when he came home he seemed a
little bashful, embarrassed sort of, but then I realized it was because he'd
gotten a 'thank you' from Mistress Olsen at work. He must have been so good to
her, because he told me she even gave him her breasts! We really should be
proud of him! So maybe he was just feeling a little sick or tired the night
before, because he was even sweeter than usual the LAST night. The way he was
clinging to me and putting his mouth on my breasts, and so gently too, I just
knew he must miss you so VERY much, so I was really glad I was there to help
out."

I looked at her mournfully. "Debbie, please understand that I --

"And what about Janice? The way she described you looking at Janice was ...."
She got up and walked to the computer and read from the email. "Then Janice
came by and told us you'd be coming home. Poor Uncle Tom! Janice was being
really sexy and got him hot all over again, especially when she was doing her
flexing! It's really amazing how she knows just how to drive Uncle Tom wild!
Maybe it was a little mean of her to turn him on like that, with you not
coming home until the next day, but we wanted to make sure he was good and
ready for you when you came home. I hope he was!"

"I didn't do anything with her."

"Not last night? Well, what about other nights? What about in our world?"

I put my hands out to her. "Debbie. Once, years and years ago and ..." Her
mouth dropped open. "And once ... in another world ... when -- I was MOURNING
for you Debbie, missing you so much and I didn't know if --

She collapsed on the floor crying. "You ... you bastard! So it WASN'T only
here! You made love to Janice just a couple of days ago while you CLAIM you
were MOURNING for me? I can't believe this! You're ... you're just NOT who I
thought you were."

"Debbie, please!" I went up to her, laid my arm on her back and she shoved it
off. "Debbie, listen to me. These past few weeks have been so crazy ... I
...." My voice trailed off. I couldn't believe how this was turning out.
"Darling, I love you."

She turned around and glared at me, her eyes red. "Don't you DARE say that!"
she yelled, grabbing me at the waist with her immensely powerful hands and
shaking me, her hands crushing something inside me, and then she pushed me
away from her. I was shuddering from the stabbing pain where she'd grabbed me
and then found myself hurtling across the room. I crashed into the wall head
first and then fell to the floor in blinding pain. I tried to stand, but I
couldn't make my legs move. They just twitched uncontrollably. I tried to call
for help, but my throat could only make gurgling sounds.

"Oh no!" she yelled and I heard her approach. "Tom! TOM!! OH NO! WHAT HAVE I
--"

I couldn't move and her voice was slowly receding as a tornado seemed to
surround me. All I could see was a dark whirl and a buzzing in my ears grew
louder and louder. I saw flashes of color then a bright light and then
nothing, just a blackness.

I don't know how much time had passed when suddenly there was a short, harsh
ring, and I heard it, as if from far away. I slowly swam to consciousness. I
was in another place completely, in bed, my body intact, the room dark and
quiet except for the sound of dripping water outside. I felt around and found
a light by the bed and switched it on. It was a small, simple bedroom with
plain white walls, a little cold. I was on a twin-sized bed. I got out of the
covers and called out for Debbie, but there was no answer, so I went outside
into a living room, similarly bare. A door at the other side led to a kitchen
and next to the kitchen was another door, with chains on it, which obviously
led outside. So, I was in another world, again, alone in a small one bedroom
apartment.

There was another ring and I found a telephone and picked it up.

"Tom?"

"Debbie! Where ARE you. Where are WE?"

"Tom. Thank God. I thought I'd killed you."

"Yeah, well --

"I called an ambulance. We went to the hospital, but you weren't going to make
it. You weren't -- so I ... I moved us to another one."

I looked around me. "Yeah, I assumed that's what happened. Listen Debbie I'm
so sorry. I --

"Stop! I don't want to hear that right now. I'm relieved that I've found you,
but I'm still furious, hurt, and confused, Tom. I don't know what I want to do
about us, but I surely didn't want to kill you. You know that, right? I'm ...
I'm sorry."

I looked around the apartment. "Yeah, me too. This, uh, this doesn't look like
such a good world, at least from where I am. Are you on a business trip?"

"No, I'm at home."

"I think I'm in my apartment, although this place would make a college
dormitory room look luxurious." I turned on the living room light. "I must be
very poor here. There's practically nothing in this room except -- let's see
-- beer, playing cards, a TV, hah, a porn magazine, um, a lot of porn
magazines. Wait a minute. There's a picture of you, Debbie. Wow!" She didn't
say anything. "I don't get it. I have a picture of you in my apartment, but
why aren't we together? Are we divorced? Separated? But Larry --

"Hold on." She put down the phone and I heard low voices in the background.
"I'm looking at my appointment diary. It seems you're scheduled to visit me
three days a week -- on Thursday, Friday and on Sunday. I, uh, I'm busy on
other days."

"Busy? Busy with what?"

There was another pause. "Uh, with other men. I, um, have three husbands Tom.
One of them is here every day, one visits four days a week and you're
scheduled to be here three days."

"What?!"

She was flipping pages. "I used to have four. The accident on the bridge a
couple of weeks ago killed one of them."

"Sorry to hear it," I said sarcastically.

"Uh, not now," I heard Debbie say to someone.

"Excuse me?" I said.

"That was Charles -- he's my everyday husband, it seems. He just wanted to
know if I needed anything." Debbie sighed. "Listen, Tom. I just wanted to call
to make sure you were alive in this world. I'm really not in the mood to talk
to you. We're supposed to see each other tomorrow, Thursday. Maybe I'll have
calmed down by then. You'll come here I guess and --

"But Debbie! I --

"Another time, ok? Goodbye, Tom." She hung up. I put down the phone and looked
around for her number to call back but couldn't find it, then noticed that the
phone didn't even have a dial! I picked up the receiver and there was a buzz,
so I hit the button quickly, again and again, to make an operator pick up but
no one did. So, I had a phone that could receive calls but not make them! This
was crazy! I looked around the apartment more. There was a little food in the
kitchen -- some frozen dinners, some beer and some candy. There was a calendar
on the wall with pictures of hugely muscular women tennis players with a few
names written in but with each Thursday, Friday and Sunday crossed out, and a
poster of another muscular woman dressed in shiny black leather. The living
room had a small television on a table and an easy chair, but not much else.
It was midnight, and I could have easily gone back to bed but I didn't want
to. I turned it on. The picture came on slowly -- it was an old-fashioned
vacuum tube set. There was no remote; I even had to turn the channels with a
knob. The first channel had a test pattern. The second was just static. The
third was another test pattern. Then more static. Then some kind of movie. I
turned the station, looking for some news or other information, but the
station with the movie was the only one broadcasting a program so I went back
to it.

The set was a luxurious bedroom, with thick pillows and warm carpeting, each
lavish with color and detail. A man is looking up at a large woman. "So, it
really is time, isn't it?" he asks, almost trembling, as though he was unable
to believe his luck.

She looks down at him and gives a quick smile. "Yes Cedric. This is your
night. I always look forward to your night." She unbuttons her blouse slowly
pausing to let her large breasts push through the opening. The camera focuses
on them, leaving Cedric out of the picture.

"Your breasts are so lovely Caroline," he says. She smiles. The camera pulls
back so that we see Cedric's adoring eyes then zooms in again on Caroline.

"Why, thank you Cedric." She continues undressing, revealing her full muscular
chest and thick, though uncut arms. She flexes her biceps several times and we
hear Cedric breathe loudly each time she does. She gives a satisfied smile.
The camera zooms in on her right arm and shows her biceps bulging larger and
larger.

"Caroline, you're so beautiful!" Cedric says, off screen.

Caroline nods and then looks into the camera. "Now boys, if tonight isn't your
night but tomorrow is, turn this off now and go to sleep. Remember: it is your
duty to save yourself for your day with your wife. But if you have two or more
nights until your next visit, or you don't have a wife and you need some help,
then do stay tuned to Channel M as long as you need to." There was a pause.
"No cheating boys," she said with a condescending smile and a wink. "You and I
both know that she will ALWAYS know!"

"Should I help you get ready darling?" Cedric asked.

"Now Cedric, you KNOW I'm ALWAYS ready for you, because you're my favorite!
But let me make sure YOU'RE ready." She leans backward, displaying her large
breasts and then, contracting her pectoral muscles, makes then stand out
further and jiggle back and forth. Cedric, now seemingly relegated to a
permanent off-screen role, gasps and sighs loudly. Caroline turns back to the
screen, gives a winning smile and then runs her hand over her breasts and then
down her arm, pausing frequently to caress herself and sigh as Cedric groans
louder and louder. "You certainly look ready to me, dear," she says finally
and holds out her arms to him. The picture fades away only to be replaced by
another program, entitled, "Tennis."

The camera showed a man and two women approaching a tennis court. The man
carries a small chair and a can of tennis balls, while each woman carries on
her shoulder a case with a tennis racquet. One women is blond and the other a
brunette, and each is about 8" taller than the man, who walks between them
looking excitedly at each them in turn while struggling a bit with the tennis
balls, which look somewhat larger than the tennis balls in our world. On
reflection so do the tennis racquets. The women are wearing tight-fitting polo
shirts, open at the neck, and shorts. The outlines of their large unbound
breasts, undulating slowly as they walk, are very clear against their shirts,
and their large, softball-sized biceps flex and relax as they speak and move
their hands.

"'Winner takes John' was a good idea Sally. I don't know how we would ever
have worked this out otherwise."

"Thanks Shana. John is so indecisive. We've known each other since I was
eleven and he was fourteen. You'd think he would have known what he wanted to
do when I proposed."

"I know. I would just let you have him, except that his mother and mine are
very good friends and she thinks he would contribute a lot to our family.

"Well, she's right. The women in his family are very tall and strong, and the
men are usually reliable and loyal -- for men!"

Both women laugh. "Hey Carl, do you need a little help with those balls?" the
blond asks sympathetically.

"No Sally, thanks. I can manage," he replies, his face red from embarrassment
at his weakness.

"He does have a good attitude, Shana," Sally remarks.

"Oh absolutely," Shana replies, taking the can of balls from the tiring Carl,
"but he's got to learn his limits."

"I suppose. He IS a man. And such a CUTE one too!" She stops and runs her hand
along the side of his torso and across his stomach. "He really is well-toned
and firm."

Shana raises an eyebrow and looks him in the eye. "He is a good worker and
dependable." She bends down and touches his crotch, rubbing him through his
shorts. "And he responds reliably to stimulation -- see?"

Sally bends over and lets her breasts hang inches away from John's face.
"Hmmmm. I think he's responding to ME!"

Shana growls. "Think what you like, Sal! We'll settle this on the court!" Her
muscles tense and bulge.

Sally flexes her pectorals, pushing out her 48" chest. "We sure will, unless
you'd like to settle it right here!" She drops her racquet and tightens her
large hands into fists. Her 25" biceps bulge into hard globes of power.

John looks helplessly up at each woman. "Ladies, I --

They ignore him. Shana drops the balls and her racquet and pulls at Sally's
shirt, ripping it in two. Sally's breasts pop out. John stares at them. "Oh
my, Sally! I never realized they were so big and --

Sally turns red with anger and tears Shana's shirt in two, revealing her
slightly smaller, but rounder and firmer breasts, and her tightly muscular
abdomen. "Oh Shana!" he gasps.

The two women grab at each other, while John's head, in between them, is
covered by their breasts.

"Wait, Sally! Before we go on, shouldn't we warn them?"

"You're right, Shana. We should. Why don't you begin?"

Shana smiles. "Now boys, if tonight isn't your night but tomorrow is, turn
this off now and go to sleep. Remember: it is your duty to save yourself for
your day with your wife."

Sally winks. "But if you have two or more nights until your next visit, or you
don't have a wife and you need some help, then do stay tuned to Channel M as
long as you need to."

There is a pause and the two girls recite together. "No cheating boys!" they
say, wagging their fingers at the camera and then winking. "You and I both
know that she will ALWAYS know!"

Shana turns to Sally. "Well, we've taken care of them."

Sally replies. "Yes, and now it's time to take care of you!" She picks Shana
off the ground and throws her into a mud puddle, then jumps in after her. The
camera focuses on their mud-covered skin, their heaving bosoms and splendid
biceps for several minutes until the picture fades out to be replaced by
another program entitled, "Boxing Boy."

I pulled my chair up closer to the small screen.

A young woman, I guessed about 19 years old, is looking sternly at a man in
his twenties. He is dressed in a t-shirt and blue jeans, while she is wearing
a tight, bright yellow sleeveless top, cut low in the bodice with a four inch
strip of metallic sequins across her top and a tight, leather micro-miniskirt.
Her flaming red hair is pulled back off her face and is tightly bound in back
of her head with a diamond-studded comb. She has a powerful chest and large
bust, perhaps a 46-E, and her arms bulge with power, while he has a normal
man's build.

"I'm VERY cross with you Arnold. VERY!" She crosses her arms. "He was a cute
boy, and you broke his nose and got him all bloody!"

He trembles, more than a bit intimidated, and whines, "But Suzy, I didn't like
the way he was looking at you or talking to you. He was coming on to you."

"So? What's that to YOU?" she replies, thrusting her arm at him and pointing
her finger. The muscular ridges of her forearms show in stark relief.

"I'm your husband," he answers, his voice trembling, hoping that the point
will be obvious to her.

"Yes, my FIRST husband," she sneers. "I see I have a husband who has a LOT to
learn."

His jaw drops. "But Suzy. When you married me last month, you said you would
only marry once!"

"DID I? Why, I don't remember that at all!" She brings her hand to her cheek,
as if she's trying to remember, the motion causing her biceps to bulge
obscenely. Arnold's eyes are riveted to them, and the camera steadily zooms in
on that massive ball of power. "But I DO remember you're telling me you
weren't the kind of boy who goes about fighting all the time."

(The camera cuts back to a full view of the two of them.) "Yeah, well --

"I really didn't KNOW you liked to fight." The hand on her cheek tightens into
a fist, making her biceps grow even more. "You know I was boxing champ at my
high school?"

"Of course I know that," he replies, trying to propitiate her. "You're so
powerful!"

"Since I graduated I really haven't taken the time to keep it up. I'm worried
I'll be out of practice when I start college this fall. It's good to know
you're such a good fighter. Now I'll be able to get some practice in right at
home." She hits her fist against the palm of her hand, and it makes a loud
pop.

"But Suzy! You're so much bigger and stronger than I am! You might kill me!"
he says, fearfully.

"Yes, I know," she says, sighing contentedly as she tenses her large biceps
and feels it. "Wouldn't that be a shame. Maybe we should just see how MUCH
bigger and stronger I AM!" She pulls his arm out. "Come on, husband, flex that
muscle for me!" He looks up at her, swallows and produces a slightly larger
than average male muscle. "Mmmmm, very nice. I'm sure you're very proud of
it." She grins and hold her arm next to his. Even unflexed, her biceps are
twice as large. She slowly tightens her muscle and the camera zooms in to show
the two arms side-by-side, her muscle steadily rising higher and higher above
his, like a hill in back of a speed bump, growing steeper and steeper until it
looks impassable. "What do you think, honey? I'd say it's over twice the
circumference of yours. Does that mean I'm twice as strong as you are?"

"Why, no Suzy. Of course not."

"Oh?" she says, pretending to be puzzled. "Why not?"

"Suzy! You know!" She gives him a look. "Well, mathematically, it's the
cross-sectional area of muscle, not the circumference that's important, and
the relevant cross-section of your biceps is more than four times my own."

She raises her eyes to the ceiling. "Enough with that boring math of yours.
So, you think I'm four times as strong as you are? Is that all?" She plays
with her biceps, flexing it under Arnold's chin and laughing as her explosive
muscle pushes his head backwards.

He rubs his chin. "N-no. It's not just size that matters. It's ..." (he
strains to explain) "your muscles are just so much harder than mine are. They
do more than mine do."

"Yes, that's right, Arnold. Because they're a WOMAN'S muscles and I've had the
Hardening, thanks to you." She clicks her tongue. "Too bad you weren't up for
the full SHE."

"Suzy! I just couldn't --

"Hey, I got two out of three, and that'll do. We all know that nature has made
women different than boys. Inch for inch our muscles are denser, tougher and
stronger than yours AND we have more of those 'inches', don't we?" She stands
in front of him, cocking her hip to one side and bending her torso to the
other while flexing both biceps. "Women are in much better 'shape' than men
are. Don't you agree, Arnold?" (The camera briefly cuts to Arnold face, lost
in lust for Suzy and then back to her.) She laughs. "I think you do!" She puts
her hands on her hips now, her chest thrust out provocatively at him and the
camera. She raises her eyebrows.

"Oh Suzy. You KNOW I agree. I love you!"

"How sweet of you. But I'm still peeved at you! I don't think you entirely
understand our relative positions in our marriage and how lucky you are to be
married at your age."

"Oh I DO Suzy! Really!" he says, begging.

"Do you? There are so many boys, and it's always easy to find another one if
they break." She pulls him to her and plants her large fist in front of his
stomach. "And they do break so easily. What do you think would happen if I hit
you there, just once, with just half of my strength?"

Just thinking about it makes him bring his hands in front of his stomach in
fear. "Suzy! You wouldn't!"

"You think not? What's to stop me? What else am I supposed to do when my
husband misbehaves? Or maybe we should try it the other way? What would happen
if you took your little fist," she takes his wrist and roughly pulls it in
front of her stomach, "and hit me there as hard as you could?"

He swallows. "N-nothing."

"Nothing? Is that what YOU think? Maybe you DO have a few more things to
learn. Why don't we see?"

She looks into the camera. "Would YOU like to see too? I know how you just
love to see what a woman's body can do." She raises her eyebrows suggestively.
"But remember boys, if tonight isn't your night but tomorrow is, turn this off
now and go to sleep. Remember: it is your duty to save yourself for your day
with your wife. But if you have two or more nights until your next visit, or
you don't have a wife and you need some help, then do stay tuned to Channel M
as long as you need to and see what happens." There is a pause her face turns
very dark and angry. "No cheating, boys!" she says, wagging her finger at the
camera and then balling her hands into fists, flexing all of the muscles of
her upper body at the same time and bursting through her top. "You and I both
know that she will ALWAYS know!"

She waits several seconds, glaring at the camera, and then turns back to
Arnold, her hands again on her hips. The camera slowly pans her magnificent
body. Her broad shoulders. The bulging biceps. The round breasts. The trim but
powerfully muscled abdomen. The thick, corded thighs. And then back to her
abdomen, with its well-defined lattice of muscle. "So, Arnold, hit me there as
hard as you can. You need to understand at first hand the difference between a
woman and a boy."

"But Suzy --

"Do it. Or I'll have to do it to you! It's your choice."

His reply is a frightened wail. "All right! I will do what you say," he says,
his voice trembling. "You know I always will!" He reaches back uncertainly,
tensing his well-developed frame, pauses and then reluctantly punches hard at
Suzy's bare abdomen, which she does not even tense for the blow. Nevertheless,
Arnold screams out in pain as his wrist and elbow crack loudly, shattered by
the dense muscle of her abdomen.

Suzy regards him coldly. "I think we've all learned something today, haven't
we?" He whimpers and then, taking a little pity on him for a moment she kisses
him on the cheek and rubs her large breasts gently around his face. "Poor dear
boy. I'm so sorry this must be such a painful experience for you, but we both
know this is the only way boys learn. I'm sure you'll never forget your
lesson, will you?" He shakes his head, still whimpering. She stands taller and
speaks more firmly to him. "We'll take you to a doctor now to see if she can
do anything for you. Do you think that boy you hit earlier will be there too?
You'll be much friendlier to him won't you? Especially because he has two good
arms now and you have just one." Arnold nods. He might want to get you back,
but I won't have any boy-fighting around me, right? He nods again. "Good."
Suzy takes Arnold's good arm in her hand, and he looks up to her gratefully.
She sighs and squeezes his biceps while flexing her own, the camera focusing
one last time on that magnificent bulge in her arm, and they walk off together
as the picture fades.

I groaned as I came. I hadn't even realized I'd been masturbating. I leaned
back in my uncomfortable wooden chair, suddenly exhausted, then turned off the
set before the next video, "Breast Buddies," started and went to bed.

15

I awoke abruptly to a loud alarm. An authoritative female voice blared out of
my radio, "Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes. Transport in twenty minutes." It
was six-thirty and loud music was now coming from my radio. There was no way
to turn it off so I got up and showered. After five minutes the water shut
off. "Twelve minutes. Twelve minutes. Transport in twelve minutes." What was
going on? I dried myself, shaved and dressed quickly. "Five minutes. Five
minutes. Transport in five minutes. Assemble now." What was going on? It
sounded like a prison. There was a loud buzzing and the lock on my door
opened. "Assemble now." I hurried outside, freed from my room at least, and
walked down a dingy corridor.

Another man had left a different apartment and walked ten feet ahead of me.
"Hey, wait!" I called. He turned, frowned and kept walking ahead of me.

I followed him to the front of a building, where a bus was waiting. "Wachsens
board now," the driver said. He was an older man and he barked out his
instructions. The other man boarded but I stood there, confused. "What are you
waiting for?" he growled at me. I realized that my name must be Wachsen here
-- Debbie's name! I hurried on. "Let's go, let's go. I got a schedule, you
know. Don't think you're special just because it's your day!"

"All right! I'm here!" I barked back, taking my seat. The street was pleasant
looking enough. In fact, looking back at my building I was surprised to see it
was a very attractive one, with a nice yard and large picture windows. Why was
my place in it so ugly?

I could almost recognize the Westchester landscape. The houses were all large,
and every two blocks the bus stopped and several men boarded. At one office
center, half a dozen men got off. I noticed several cars on the road. They
were quite large and all the drivers were women. None had any male passengers.
At one of the stops no one got on or off, until the driver barked out.
"Wachsen, you asleep? This is your stop." I jumped up. This must be where I
worked. I got off eagerly, curious. It was a stone building, not unattractive,
and there was the familiar sign, "New York Building Associates." Well, there
seemed to be more than one constant in the various worlds I visited.

I walked in tentatively. Dave Barnes, looking ten years older than his 45, was
at the reception desk. "Hi Dave," I said in a friendly tone.

"Hi Tom," he said dully. He looked at me. "Nice day. It's your day, isn't it?"

"Uh I don't know," I replied. I looked around and said quietly. "My day for
what, Dave?"

He looked confused. "You're playing a trick, aren't you?" he asked, with all
the paltry animation Dave could muster. "Uh, you're uh, still a Wachsen,
aren't you Tom?" I nodded. "Well then." He looked satisfied with himself.

"Uh, right. Where do --

A large woman came out. It was Annie! I swallowed and looked upward at her
seven foot tall frame. "Do you have a late pass, Wachsen?" she said, not
harshly, but with authority.

"Uh, no ma'am." I replied submissively. I had seen the women of this world on
the television, but it was very different to be staring up at an Annie with a
50 inch chest, biceps that were over 25" and legs that were thicker than my
waist.

"Well, then, shouldn't you get started?" I followed her inside to a room where
about ten other men sat on stools hunched over poorly lit desks with large
papers in front of them containing rows of figures. She handed me a report.
"You'll need to check the original too. Kleinmann did it and there were too
many errors." She shook her head. "Collins sacked him, even though he'd worked
here for six years, so you better not make ANY mistakes. I'll be back later if
you have questions."

"Uh, ma'am, can I call you?"

She looked at my quizzically. "How would you do that?"

"Uh, on the phone?" I asked.

"Since when do you have a telephone, Wachsen?" she replied impatiently. She
shook her head. "Don't tell me you're going to start asking for special
privileges, Wachsen. Mistress Collins has no toleration for that kind of
behavior. We all know that men would only use a phone to gossip and get
yourselves excited talking about women's measurements." She let her figures
trace around her large bust. "Dream on, men," she said, teasingly and then,
firmly and coldly again. "Remember, there are ten men out there begging for
this job for each one of here. So get to work, unless you want to go back to
the usual men's work." She walked away and left through a heavy door that
locked after she went through.

I looked around me. The men silently settling back to their work, steadily
doing calculations, writing down rows of figures, calculating formulas and
then writing them into boxes in their reports. I cleared my throat. "Don't you
think they should get computers here to do this work?"

There was a ripple of laughter. "What do you think YOU are, Wachsen?" one of
the men said.

The answer was slowly dawning on me, but I couldn't stop myself. "I mean, the
electronic kind. You know, a desktop computer."

One of the men grinned and sat on his desk. "Hey Wachsen, look at me, I'm a
desktop computer."

"Watch it Martens. One more warning and you're out of here!" another said.

"If Olsdottir threw me out, it would almost be worth it," he replied, jumping
back to work.

One of the guys looked at me insistently. "What are you DOING, Wachsen," he
said, in barely more than a whisper. "Do you REALLY want to be assigned to
digging mud or cleaning floors?"

I shook my head and looked at my work. It wasn't difficult, but it was
mind-numbing, and the others could do the calculations much more quickly than
I could -- I hadn't had to do them in my head or on paper since middle school.
Ignoring the thick clouds of smoke from the ten out of fourteen men in the
room who were heavy smokers, I focused my mind and eventually got into the
rhythm and finished my stack of pages not too long after the others. One of
the older men was responsible for collecting them. Once he took mine, clicking
his tongue in disapproval at my slowness, he rang a bell.

"So, will it be Collins or Olsdottir or --

"Colleen!"

The first man rolled his eyes. "What IS it with you. She's such a dog!"

"Better than Collins!"

"But nothing like Olsdottir. I mean, her biceps are only like 25". She's got
nothing!"

The door opened and Annie walked in. The two men froze and stared at her. She
had taken off her jacket and was wearing a red cotton shirt, her huge chest
creating deep stress marks on the material. And I couldn't get my eyes off the
way her bulging biceps pushed more curves out of her sleeves.

"What's the matter, Wachsen? Never seen a woman before?" she laughed roughly.

The one who had warned me before cleared his throat said hesitantly, "It's his
day today, Ms. Olsdottir. Maybe he just can't help --

"Then he should keep his eyes in his head!" she said, imperiously. She walked
over to my desk and looked down. Her bust stuck out so far from her chest that
I could hardly see her face, just the movement of her breasts as she breathed.
No one said a word. "You should know by now not to look at a woman like that
if you don't want to follow it through, Waschen." She took my head in her big
hand and pulled me up to stand. I was barely as tall as her bust. "I do think
you're cute, you know. Maybe I should have a talk with Debbie. After all, we
send a lot of work to her firm. She might not be in a position to object. And
you're just her number three, right?" She licked her lips and pulled my head
closer so that it rested between her missile silo breasts. "I bet you have
strong lips, don't you Wachsen?" I tried to pull my head backwards, but I was
no match for her strength. "How cute!" she said. "I LIKE that -- a man who
struggles a little. I could teach you a lot. You know, you're not too old to
learn a few new tricks. I have some very particular tastes." She looked me
over and then let go. She walked away, half-leering at me, and then took the
papers from the older man and looked through them, nodding, then handed
another set to him. "Looks ok. You can take your ten minutes before you do the
next batch. Keep the room clean, boys!" She looked me over again, laughed and
then walked out.

"Shit Wachsen. You're really in trouble now. What's your wife going to say?"

"Yeah, if Olsdottir talks to her, there might not be much left of you after
your wife gets through with you."

"It was a misunderstanding," I protested. "I didn't mean anything by it!"

"You're even dumber than I thought, Wachsen. You're acting like you were born
yesterday."

Well, that was an observant comment, I thought. I just bit my lip and walked
to the other end of the room. The friendly man followed me. "What's wrong
today, Tom? You don't seem like yourself."

"Yeah, I ... I didn't sleep too well."

He snorted. "Yeah, happens to us all. You wait and wait for your day, and then
you're so excited that it keeps you awake. Then you're exhausted. We men can
be pretty stupid, you know?" I nodded. "You ought to try to get some rest
during lunch break. Depending on what Olsdottir does you may need to be as
sharp as you've ever been, not to mention making sure the rest of you rises to
her call if that's what she wants."

I nodded. "Debbie might not exactly understand my side of the story."

"You're telling me! I can count the times on one hand that MY wife has taken
my word over that of a woman. I mean, she's great, of course. But you have to
be so careful. One mistake and they can turn on you. And then I don't know
what's worse. Being beaten to death or being thrown out, especially when
you're still needing them. You got married early, but I can tell you, a week
or two living at a Men's House and you'd be desperate to crawl back to ANY
woman, I don't care how ugly or mean she is. And, you know, once they kiss you
a few times it doesn't really matter."

"Things with Debbie haven't been so great lately," I said.

"Really? I didn't know. This is really the LAST thing you need, then. Can I
give you a little advice?" He edged closer to me. "I know you try to keep your
pride around her, but you have to be realistic. Once a woman is married for
awhile she starts to lose interest and you can't get away with as much. Based
on Debbie's number one and two you can tell that in the end she likes the
submissive types. Well, now's no time to be different. When you see her
tonight, just surrender completely. Bow down to her, kiss her feet, whatever
it takes. Just make sure she knows that in your mind her will is the only one
that matters."

"But won't it be obvious to her that it's just an act?"

"Oh, I don't know. I mean, it isn't REALLY an act, is it? You know, the way
they make us need them. But we all know that it's what you're willing to do to
make her keep you that's important to her."

My friend had a point. I seemed to have no independent status in this society,
not even my own name. I took my friend's advice about napping through lunch
and got through the rest of the day without incident, keeping my head down
when Colleen collected our work the next two times. Although I was aware she
was looking me over at one point I followed the lead of the other men and kept
my eyes down.

At six o'clock our foreman rang his bell and we put our pencils down and left,
just as though we were in grade school. I had no idea what to do next and
hurried over to my friend. "Uh, this may sound stupid, but do you think I
should dress any different tonight? I mean, to follow your advice."

"What am I going to do with you Wachsen? Listen, go home, take a shower and
shave. Put her favorite lotion on and your usual gown, and when she calls you,
just go down to her rooms, like usual. When you're there, go right for her
feet and kiss every toe. Believe me, she'll be impressed. She'll know
something's up, but she'll still like it." He clapped me on the shoulder.
"Hey, good luck, guy."

I nodded. OK. I'll go home. I hoped it would be obvious where to go from
there. But I realized Debbie would know how to get me. She was a lot quicker
than I was in figuring out what to do. I found my bus and made it back to the
house and stood around the door with the other men until a buzzer sounded, the
door opened and we all went inside, each to his own room. My door opened
easily, but as it closed after me it locked me inside. I pushed it for a few
moments, then resigned myself to my prison room. I showered to get the smoke
out of my hair and then put on some fresh clothes -- the best of the drab
collection in my small closet -- and sat down to wait. Almost immediately the
phone rang. I jumped up to get it.

"Debbie! That was good timing!"

"Uh, yeah, well ...." she said a bit distantly. "Why don't you come now?"

"Sure. But where?"

There was a brief pause. "You'll find it. I'm just down the hall." There was
another pause. "You're in my house, you know." I was speechless. I heard a
click at the door. "I've unlocked it. You're welcome to come any time, but uh
... I know it's 'your day' and all here, but don't expect too much from me,
ok?" She hung up the phone. I felt a chill down my spine, but I got up anyway
and left the room to find her. The dim, bare corridor was empty. I walked to
the outer door, but it was locked so I went the other way, rounding a corner.
At the end of the hall there was a thick, mahogany door, unlike the worn
pressboard door to my room. With some effort I turned the handle, pushed it
open and went through.

It was like entering another world. I almost tripped over the plush, purple
carpet. The walls were painted in a delicate pink swirl, and the furniture was
finer than anything Debbie and I had bought during our marriage -- even nicer
than what her parents owned. The room was large, with double windows nearly
the height of the walls. I walked through it toward Debbie's voice but had to
pass through another large room, a drawing room, a hallway furnished with
artwork, tables, a handsome grandfather clock and oriental rugs. I recognized
Debbie's taste and attention to detail, amplified by resources far beyond what
we had in our original world.

A man was dusting a table and looked at me with interest, then went back to
his work, and I heard several male voices and the clatter of kitchen work off
to one side. "Debbie?" I called out. "Where are you?"

"Just keep walking. I'm here," she called out, the sound of her voice coming
from further down the hall and at right angles to the kitchen noises. I
hurried along, almost bumping into an older man who looked at me with some
hostility and then continued back toward the kitchen. "Almost there," she said
after I passed yet another two rooms. Finally I saw her, sitting at a large
dining room table sumptuously arranged with silver, fine china and platters of
steaming food. She was in her lawyer clothes, a suit, a white blouse and a
scarf, all very stylish and well made. She didn't get up to greet me. I stood
at the entrance to the room and stared at her, suddenly feeling a great
longing for her. I could almost taste her. I tried to put it aside, but
somehow my emotion made my words stronger than I had intended.

"Wh-who is all food for? I thought we would --

"Calm down Tom. No own else is sitting down with us. I told Charles -- you
might have seen him on your way here -- he had to eat in the kitchen tonight,
and he was not pleased, but," she tossed her head, "he obeyed, of course." She
smiled, but it was not a friendly smile.

"Who is Charles?" I asked hotly.

"Charles, my everyday husband. I told you last night. Maybe you weren't
listening."

I stepped closer. You mean that old guy? With the thin nose and the pinched
lips?"

"He's not that old. He's forty," she said evenly. She looked me in the eyes.
"I understand he's very good with his tongue, although I haven't had the
pleasure. Why don't you sit down? You're probably hungry. You don't get food
like this, do you?" She looked away from me and at the array of dishes. "It's
a bit embarrassing," she admitted.

"This world is unbelievable. You have no idea how men are treated!" I
exploded. I was standing above her now. I could smell her, almost taste her
presence and I put my hand on her large and very solid shoulder. I wanted her
so much.

"Don't raise your voice," she said, quietly but firmly, her eyes flashing,
"and take your hand off me," she went on even more quietly. "Sit down and eat,
and we'll talk."

There were hurried footsteps. Charles looked in. "Great Deborah. I heard his
impudence. I will escort him away."

"No Charles. I will discipline him myself. You may go."

He glared at me, bowed and left with a heavy tread.

"Now," she said, taking a deep breath. "If you keep your voice down we won't
be disturbed. First, I want to apologize, again, for hitting you. I was beside
myself, but that's no excuse. I have to learn to control my strength. You may
have guessed, though, that it isn't a crime here for a female to injure or
kill a male, although if he's married one might have to pay some small
compensation to the wife."

"Really?" I said, controlling my temper and trying to control my desire.
"That's fascinating."

"It is," she affirmed. "Of course, you could have had me arrested for assault
in the other world, if you had wanted to ... and if we were still there."

"Why are we talking about this?" I said, sitting down with difficulty. I
obviously missed her more than I'd known. I didn't want to eat -- it seemed
weak to do so -- but after the cheap junk I'd eaten at lunch I was famished
and I knew there was nothing else back in my apartment.

"Small talk, I guess. Because the things we should be talking about are more
difficult. Is the food good?" she asked, taking a large portion of roasted
meat from the platter. "You should be serving me first, of course, but no one
has to know."

"DEBBIE!" I said, then lowered my voice. "Stop it. We're not from here. We
don't act like this."

She nodded. "Yes. Although it's hard to resist, isn't it. It's hard to know
how much of my actions and feelings are truly me and how much just come
naturally from the situation I'm in. I think that sometimes it takes a change
of scenery to understand who we really are." She cut a large piece and chewed
it carefully. "You, for example. I'm sure you've always found Chloe
attractive. What man wouldn't? In our world you knew she was off limits. For
some reason, in the last world, you decided she wasn't."

"She was stronger than I was. She had all the power!"

"Just about EVERY man was stronger and more powerful than I was where we came
from, Tom. Somehow I held them in check, even though you can be sure they and
I had numerous opportunities. You remember the problems I had when I was
working as a summer clerk during law school. I had a senior partner come by
almost every day, promising me an offer of a permanent position if I slept
with him. I know all about power, believe me." She filled her plate again.

I needed to get her off that track, to bring her back to me. "You're saying I
should have resisted. I agree, of course! It took me by surprise Debbie. I
didn't really know what was happening."

She shook her head. "No, Tom. I'm sorry. You knew what was happening and you
chose to let it happen. Your feelings for her were more important to you at
those moments than our wedding vows. More important than continuing to be the
person you are, or at least the person I thought you were. And even worse, you
KNEW that and said NOTHING until I confronted you with the evidence. How can I
trust you? I've seen a side of you I could never have believed was there." She
sighed. "I had thought you were different. I was a fool, obviously."

"Don't say that, Debbie. I know I did the wrong thing. It won't happen again,
I promise." I was almost begging her now. No, I WAS begging.

She shook her head. "No Tom. I'm sorry. It wouldn't be the same, and I can't
find the desire in me to try again. Maybe it would have been better if you
hadn't saved me this way. You could have had remembered our life together as
happy and then gone and married someone else -- Janice, perhaps, or Annie. Or
maybe you would have waited until Chloe was old enough," she added with an
edge.

I could not believe this was happening. "You have to give me another chance.
We're so good together. How can you just throw it all away like this?"

"I'm not the one who threw it away," she answered heatedly. She took a deep
breath. "I won't throw you out. I don't want to send you to a Men's House." I
looked at her blankly. "That's where unmarried men live. Charles told me about
them. They're like workhouses or prisons. But once you go in there, it's
you're at the mercy of any woman who gets you out. So, you'll stay here, in
that room, until you find someone else to marry you. I ... won't object, of
course." Her voice caught. "We'll see each other once a week, to stay in touch
and so you can get a decent meal, but I won't sleep with you." Her jaw
stiffened. "Channel M seems to be good enough for you anyway!"

"What!"

Debbie looked away from me. "Everything in your room is monitored. Charles
gave me a full report, with all the details, down to the scene that made you
come." She looked at me again. "He was very offended that you ignored the
warnings about not masturbating. He doesn't understand why I still wanted to
see you tonight. I'm afraid he finds the 'new' Debbie to be a real challenge,
but he's adapting already. He's well-trained."

"Is that what you want? A subservient monkey like him?" I cried in disbelief.

Debbie's eyes filled with tears. "Of course not! What I want is the man I
thought I married --

"Debbie --" I said and pushed out of my chair and went to her, putting my hand
on the back of her neck. "If you'd only --

"I TOLD you not to touch me!" she said. Her eyes flashed and she pushed my
hand off. I looked down at her imploringly and her face went hard. She slowly
stood up ... and up. I stepped backward and looked up as she reached her full
height, a full head taller than me. Only now did I see the full breadth of her
shoulders, the depth of her chest, which had been disguised by her suit and
the thickness of her arms. In my head I wasn't afraid of her. She wouldn't hit
me again I was sure. But I felt ... dwarfed by her. Her eyes burned my skin
and then I felt waves of fear coursing through my body -- it had to be some
kind of instinct of self-preservation from the Tom who lived this life. I
couldn't face her and took another step away then only belatedly remembered
the advice from my friend at work. I dropped to the floor and, too frightened
to remove her shoes, kissed the tops of them. She gasped in amazement and then
stepped away. "It's over -- don't you understand? J-just go, Tom. OK?" she
said in a quivering voice, barely able to keep from crying again. "Go now!" I
looked up at her but she turned away. I knew, for now, there was nothing more
I could do and I retraced my steps through the house.

Charles was standing in the hallway and watched smugly as I walked past.
"Boxing Boy is on again in half an hour, Tom. I know it's your favorite," he
smirked. As the heavy door closed behind me and locked I wondered whether
Debbie had heard his body fall onto the thick carpet.

I felt bereft, more than I could have imagined, but as I sat down I slowly
regained my equilibrium and pondered my situation. Debbie was so determined to
keep me at a distance, and it was never easy to change her mind. And my life
in this world was bad for sure. But moving to another world wouldn't change
Debbie's mind, and the thought of facing women who were even more powerful was
horrific. On the other hand, the idea of marrying a woman from THIS world, one
who would expect complete subservience from a husband was equally horrible.

There was nothing in the room to distract me, and the thought that Charles or
someone could be spying on me as I watched Channel M was enough of a cold
shower to foreclose that option for me. I just went to bed.

16

At our first break the next day at work, my friend asked me how my day had
gone.

"Not well. She wants me to find another wife," I confided quietly.

"You're kidding! I had no idea! I thought you were really in there solid, I
mean, for a number three."

"Me too!"

"How much time do you have? Is she sending you right out? Collins won't let
you work here if you're in a Men's House."

"She's not throwing me out. She's giving me time to, uh, find another wife."

"Wow! She's unusual." He shook his head. "So are you going to let Olsdottir
know? It would be a bit of a come-down for you from where you are now, but
she's still young. I think she's going places. Of course, she can be a bit
harsh. You'd really have to stay in line."

"I'll have to think about it. I'm sort of in a state of shock."

"I bet, with you're still being bonded to Debbie. Well, you should make sure
Olsdottir knows. After what happened yesterday she'll be offended if you don't
tell her. You just have to hope she doesn't move too quickly. I know! Act
really shy and embarrassed around her and then I'll let it slip right at the
end of the day, when it's too late. She'll think it's cute but she won't do
anything right away. And then you probably won't see her until Monday --
unless you see her if go out. Do you think Debbie will let you have weekend
privileges?"

"I don't know."

"She really should. I mean, it's the best way for you to find someone else.
There's a tennis tournament in town Saturday. We could go together. I don't
think Olsdottir plays but there might be some others there looking for another
husband. I mean it's so painful being bonded to a woman who won't let you have
her. They really have no idea, you know? You've got to get another woman to
replace her."

"I'm not sure I'm ready for someone else."

"Of course you're not, but a man doesn't really have a choice, you know?"

I didn't really understand what he was saying, but I couldn't disagree about
the way I was feeling. I'd never been the type who used one woman to forget
another, but I was so dependent on Debbie financially that I could see the
logic of what he said. And I certainly didn't want to stay in my room alone
all weekend. "That would be fun. Any chance of our playing a few sets?"

He laughed. "Oh sure! All I need is a woman's muscles to swing the ten pound
tennis racquet around and I'm set! Maybe we can get into a baseball game. But
you really ought to work on finding yourself another --

Our foreman rang the bell. It was time to get back to work.

"We'll meet at the arena Saturday, if you can get your privileges. I'll look
for you."

"Thanks. OK!"

I got out of work that day without even seeing Annie -- she might have been
out of the office -- and I listlessly ate a few pieces of cold meat someone
had put in my refrigerator. It looked like leftovers from Debbie's kitchen and
I forced myself to eat and drink some beer. I had just settled back to see
what was on television when the phone rang. I jumped up to get it.

"Hello?"

"Tom, can you come by for dinner? I want to talk."

"I just -- I'll be right there!"

"Don't get excited. I haven't changed my mind. I was thinking about last
night. I just think we should clear the air so that we can both move forward,
ok?" I didn't say anything. "Charles won't be here. You put him in the
hospital, Tom," she added, disapprovingly. "But ... I thought it would be
easier if we had some privacy. I've sent everyone to their rooms."

"Really? Well, good. I'll see you soon."

I heard her exhale and hang up. After a short delay she unlocked the door and
I went over, not bothering to dress this time. She was in the same room, but
dressed very informally. I could see her bulging muscles clearly through her
cotton shirt and her large, firm breasts too, unbound by a bra. Was she
sending me a slightly different message? Or was she telling me that she didn't
care? She had already started eating when I arrived.

"Sorry. I was hungry. This body needs a lot of food."

I wanted her all over again. This was so painful -- being with her, but so
separate. "I can see where the protein goes," I said, pointing at her biceps.
"You look good."

"Thanks." She could see I was staring at her breasts. "If you find this too
distracting I can change."

"I don't want you to change." She raised her eyebrows, but said nothing and
continued eating and motioned for me to do the same. I half-heartedly put some
food on my fork but my eyes never left her. "Debbie, come on now. This is
ridiculous. Three husbands, keeping me out of your part of the house. We
should be in your bedroom, making love right now."

She shook her head. "No, Tom."

This was so frustrating. "I can't believe you're serious about a divorce. Jeez
Debbie. One mistake and that's it?"

She finished chewing and put her fork down. "It wasn't ONE mistake, Tom. You
don't get it. You're not the person I thought you were."

"Damnit, Debbie. I can't believe you're not going to give me another chance.
Don't you care about our marriage?"

Her face reddened, and I thought I could see her stomach and chest muscles
tighten. My god, those muscles were frightening ... and thrilling too. I
always thought Debbie was sexy when she got angry and I wanted her even more
now. But her mind was going in a different direction completely. "Y-you have
no idea ... how HARD is it for me! But I am SO hurt, Tom. I do care about our
marriage. I still love my Tom, but I don't know who YOU ARE, not anymore." She
covered her head with her hands and started crying and as her sobs racked her
body her biceps pulsed to an enormous size. I got up to comfort her, but the
moment I touched her she shouted "DON'T!" and I backed away. "You just don't
understand. None of that matters anymore. I don't know who you are, who I am.
This is all new, it's all different. Our old life is gone, our marriage is
gone. Nothing is the same here anyway. I don't even know why you bother
trying. How do you know I'm really me?"

"I know it's you Debbie," I said in an even voice, trying to calm her down. "I
just do."

She stood up and loomed over me, her massive chest heaving with emotion, her
voice suddenly much louder. "DO YOU? Are you SURE? I don't look like me. I
don't act like me. Is this what you think I'm like?"

I tried to hold my ground, to look her in the eye, but despite myself I
started trembling. My knees felt weak and all I wanted to do was throw myself
at her feet and beg for mercy. I tried to speak but my throat was closed and
her arms, which moments ago seemed exciting and sensual, now were nothing but
dangerous and unstoppable weapons. "D-d-deb-b-b-ie!" I squeaked, falling to my
knees in front of her.

"Look at you! You're not my Tom!" she boomed with contempt.

"I-I am. I-I c-c-an't h-help this!" I stuttered. I tried to stand but my legs
were so unsteady that I would have fallen over if Debbie had not grabbed my
arm, lifting me to my feet with frightening ease and filling me with another
wave of panic, which must have so overloaded my system that I passed out.

The next thing I knew I was on a sofa in another room of the house, alone. I
stood up carefully. She was sitting in a corner of the room, reading.

"You came to and then fell asleep," she said. "I don't think I ever saw you
faint before."

"Once, when I was very young. My mother told me about it. Apparently I had
broken some heirloom from my father's family. He got very angry and started
shouting at me. I just fainted dead away. My mother almost killed him, so she
told me."

"Did she try?"

"Of course not! And I was fine afterwards." I looked at her skeptical face. "I
guess men here don't survive angry women as often as they do where we came
from." She nodded. "So, is that it?" She looked at me, not saying anything.
"Is there nothing I can do to change your mind?"

"I've got a case coming up in California. I may be away for a couple of
weeks." She took out an envelope. "Usually these are handled directly between
the women, but that ... would be difficult for me. This is an 'R&R,' your
release and recommendation. It's supposed to be an honest appraisal of your
value as a husband, and as I understand it with the R&R I've written you'll
have no problem getting a new wife. It would be good if you did it before I
got back. There's another form in there that allows you on the streets on
weekends, so you can meet someone new that way if that's what you want, and I
filed a copy with the police. I don't really care who it is. The people here
are all strangers to me, no matter who they're supposed to be. I just would
rather you not be here, living in my house." There were tears in her eyes.
"It's up to you whether you move us again. I know you don't like this world.
It's a hard one for men in a lot of ways. Of course, we don't know what the
next one would be like. I don't really care. It ... it would have been better
if you'd let me die, Tom. I'm sorry, but that's how I feel."

"You're just depressed, Debbie. If you'd only give it some time, you'll change
your mind."

She looked down at the carpet. "Tom, you should know me well enough to tell
when I'm serious about something. I've thought about nothing else for three
days, and the more time goes by, the more certain I feel."

"You can't make me do this Debbie."

Her voice grew colder. "Actually I can, and if you don't do something, I
will." I looked at her in shock. "I said I'm not sending you to a Men's House,
but if we were back in our world I would have either made you leave our house
or I would have left myself. I don't want you anymore, Tom. I want you out.
That's it. Now I can see you don't have a problem seeing a woman with a
muscular body as attractive. You've been eyeing me since you got here."

"Is THAT why you dressed like that?"

"I had to know. You will find someone else Tom. If not here then you'll move
us to another world and find someone there."

"You don't know that. I ... it won't be the same without you."

She blinked hard again to keep from crying. "Get out of here, will you? I
can't take any more of this! And if you don't do something about getting out
of here, I will!" She curled up into a ball and started sobbing louder. I
waited a few minutes, then left.

I felt pretty bereft myself. I looked for something to take my mind off what
had just happened, but there was nothing to tax my mind. I tried to escape
through sleep, but after dozing for a couple of hours I felt restless and got
up. I tried my door but it was locked tight -- obviously my pass didn't extend
to the freedom to go out at night. I leafed through the pornography in my
apartment, all cheaply printed with an endless series of large breasted
muscular women. They all looked the same and did nothing for me. I turned on
the television, to the one channel my set received. A man and a woman were in
a gym, the man in a t-shirt and trunks, the woman in a brightly covered bikini
that leaves most of her considerable cleavage exposed. Her large biceps and
shoulders dwarfed his.

"What ARE you doing here, Martin?"

He gasps, "Christine! I, er, I wanted to exercise, improve myself for you!
Ever since you married Robbie, I've felt, you know, inadequate."

"You mean because he's got bigger muscles that you do?" She laughs. "That's
sweet, but when will you learn, Martin? The size of a man's muscles mean
nothing to me! It's what he does with them that's important." Martin looks
unconvinced. "Women aren't like men, Martin. I know it's hard for you to
understand, because a woman's measurements and her size are so important to a
man. But as a woman I value your loyalty, your obedience and your attention to
my needs. As long as you keep yourself healthy and clean and you save yourself
for me on the days before your day, I'll be happy."

"Well, then I want to keep myself healthy!"

"Oh you do, do you?" she says with a grin. "And you think working out with my
weights is the way to do it? Come here, Martin. Take this curling weight here
and see what you can do with it." He walks to a small handheld weight. "Come
on, lift it." He bends down and tries to pick it up with both hands but can't
get it off the ground.

"Tsk, tsk Martin, that's my one-handed warm-up weight. It's just three
hundred." She reaches down and puts her large hands over his, fastening him to
the weight, and lifts him and the weights off the ground so that he dangles in
the air in front of her. "It's really too light for me to use with both arms,
even with your weight." She takes his wrist and holds it tightly with her
thumb, and then takes the weight with three other fingers around the bar and
starts lifting him up and down, extending her arm out. "That's more like it. I
can really feel the tension in my arm now." The camera focuses on her triceps
flexing and tightening as she lifts the weight and Martin up and down in a
smooth easy motion which also lifts and accentuates her breasts. He stares at
them.

"Christine! You're so strong!"

"You like my strength, don't you Martin?" He nods, looking first at her biceps
and then at her breasts, his mouth slightly open. Christine turns to the
camera. "And you like it too, don't you? Remember boys, if but tomorrow is
your day, turn this off now and go to sleep. Remember: it is your duty to save
yourself for your day with your wife. But if you have two or more nights until
your next visit, or you don't have a wife and you need some help, then do stay
tuned to Channel M as long as you need to and see what happens." There is a
pause and her face turns serious. "No cheating, boys," she says, smiling. "You
and I both know that she will ALWAYS know!"

She turns back to Martin. "Do you understand now Martin how I feel about you
using my gym?"

"Yes I do. I'm really sorry. But may I please stay to watch you do your
exercises?"

"Yes, you may Martin." She puts him down. "I'm getting a little hot. Will you
take my top off for me?" He eagerly runs in back of her, off camera, and
quickly her top snaps off, letting her firm, pink breasts spring outward. She
turns slightly back and forth, letting them swing a bit. "Whew! That's better.
Now you just sit there and watch."

With that, she takes the weight that Martin struggled with and a second one in
her other hand and begins doing curls in slow, perfect form, alternating each
arm. The camera slowly zooms on her bulging muscles, which rise and fall as
she lifts the weights twenty times with each arm. "Ah, that's a good warm-up!"
she says brightly and puts the weights down. "Now for the real stuff. She
walks over to a large barbell, with two rings on each side, each labeled 750.
She takes a deep breath and then slowly lifts the bar to her waist and begins
to curl them two-handed. Her biceps burst from her upper arms as she lifts the
bar slowly with perfect form, her back straight, her shoulders immobile, a
look of focused concentration on her face as she seeks her "zone." With each
curl her muscles emerge harder, more defined until the fifteenth, which she
holds at mid-curl, her larger than softball-size muscles pulsing and --

The phone rang. I jumped up, turned off the television and picked up the
receiver.

"Can't you keep that godamned program off?" Debbie barked. Before I could say
anything she went on, "I'm sending someone over to see you and turning off the
camera." There was a brief pause. "Do what you like. I don't care!" She hung
up quickly and the door unlocked.

Heavy steps marched down the hall and the door opened. "So, you're not going
to be my Uncle Tom anymore, are you?"

Chloe!

17

She walked in and almost recoiled with disdain while looking around my
apartment. "THIS is where you LIVE?" she said, wrinkling her nose. "I'd never
SEEN a husband's apartment before. I don't think I could ever STAND it! It's
so small and ... dull!" She walked to the center of the room and put her hands
on her hips, looking down at me.

And I looked up at her. Up and up.

She was more than a foot taller than I was and so much broader and more
muscular that even though her waist was slender in relation to her hips and
shoulders, it was no smaller than mine. She wore a halter-type top that barely
covered half of her enormous bust, with threads of gold and silver running
through it so that it sparkled and glittered as each breath shook her breasts.
Her stomach rippled with muscle and her bare arms were so well-developed that
I could only stare at them in wonder. Then my eyes scrolled down to her legs,
which themselves rose just below my chest and looked strong enough to kick in
a door -- at least my door.

She reached out and put her large hand on my neck, her strong fingers
massaging my back, penetrating deep into my muscles. It felt good, but I
pulled away. She frowned. "I'm sorry. Was I being rude about your apartment? I
mean, it's not your fault. I know all this is what Aunt Deborah gave you." She
sighed. "Poor uncle! I can't believe that you would do something to make Aunt
Deborah so ANGRY with you?!" She waved her other hand. "Not that I really NEED
to know exactly what you did or why -- although I AM curious, you know. But
Mother says women can never understand what makes a boy do what he does. Their
minds just don't work the same way ours do and so we shouldn't hold you
responsible. You're just driven by your hormones and your needs and your
dependencies. And, I mean, of course I know all about how boys bond to women
but still ...." She shrugged and looked a little nervous.

"Why are you here?" I asked quietly.

She smiled broadly. "Well, uh, you know! I'm fifteen you know, and the doctor
says it's the right time for me to have a boy. Aunt Deborah spoke with Mother
this evening, and Mother thought it was a good idea. She had her first at
thirteen, but of course, things are a little different now. We're more
advanced."

Did Debbie actually send Chloe here to have sex with me?! I tried to keep my
cool. "Oh we are?"

"Well, yeah!" She smiled. "And, well, Mother's raised me a little differently
than her Mother did." She took a deep breath. "Aunt Deborah said it was fine
with her. She told me she gave you your R&R, so it would be all legal. I mean,
between Mother and Aunt Deborah you'd think it WOULD be. Honestly, Uncle Tom,
what else are you going to do now? Hope you get picked up by someone you
hardly KNOW? Once a boy is married, he sort of has some protection, you know?
And you'd be my first, at least for now, so you wouldn't work outside, and you
wouldn't have to spend all your time in a husband's room. And you KNOW I'm a
lot sexier than those Channel M women. Aunt Deborah told me you like them. I'm
always amazed they use such SMALL women for those movies, I guess so you boys
don't get unrealistic expectations. Well, I'm a LOT bigger than they are, and
I'm still GROWing." She held her arm out and slowly flexed her bicep. I
watched, transfixed, as it grew and grew until it looked as though there was a
football under her soft skin. She grinned "I have a lot of potential. Just
think how it will be after the hardening on my first night. I'm going to be so
strong!"

What was she talking about? Even though she was by no means "cut" she already
put any bodybuilder in my world to shame. "It's, uh, a very big muscle." I was
already primed from the TV show I'd watched, and I had to shift position to
try to stay comfortable.

"You KNOW it is! Hey, I understand it doesn't feel right to you just yet.
You're still bonded to Aunt Deborah, but if you just let me have your R&R I'll
take care of everything and then you can come home with me. We can do it all
tonight."

She wasn't even blushing, but I sure was. "I, uh, don't think so Chloe."

She looked disappointed but she didn't let up. "Uncle Tom, you're REALLY
making a mistake here. I'm like doing you SUCH a favor!"

"I don't feel right about it Chloe. I'm really very grateful but --

"Of course you don't feel right ... yet. It's natural. I know how it is with
boys, especially because you've had Aunt Deborah for so long. But kiss me a
few times and you'll feel differently. You know the bond'll be a lot stronger
with a new wife, and you'll enjoy that."

"I really don't think that would make anything different, Chloe. It still
wouldn't be right."

"Oh come on! Of course it will! I'm old enough. I mean, it's obvious I am."
She put her hands under her breasts and lifted them. "See? I'm tall, mature,
strong. Everything a boy needs, I have. And we have enough money too! Why
don't we start and you just see what happens? If you're right and nothing
happens, then I'll give you back your R&R and you can let someone else marry
you. I won't say another word about it. What do you have to lose? You know
it's really dangerous for you, having your own R&R like this. What if another
woman finds about it and just decides she wants you. She could just take you
and you'd be completely helpless. It could be just ANYONE, you know?"

She wasn't giving up. This was a seduction? Well, it was obvious what I had to
do. I shook my head. "No, Chloe. I'm sorry. That's my final answer."

She looked thunderstruck. "Are you serious?" She stood there, staring at me.
"But I ... I told all my friends ... right after Aunt Deborah told me what
happened. They'll say ...." She shook her head. "No! You ARE going to marry
me."

"Chloe. I think you'd better go," I said as firmly as I could.

She bit her lip and looked away. "You just don't know your own mind. Or you're
afraid of the change. You've been with Debbie for a long time. You're just
afraid. You're going to have to do it soon enough. You may as well do it with
me."

"Chloe, I'm not afraid, but I don't feel right about it."

"Well, I ... I'm just going to do it ... and if you're unhappy I'll ... I'll
just give you another R&R. That's what I'll do!"

"Chloe, stop. I don't understand what you're doing but you have to --

"See? That's what I mean. You don't understand. You're kind of out of it.
You're not thinking clearly. I owe this to you, to our family, to take care of
you. Otherwise who knows what you'll do or where you'll end up. I can't let
that happen. I can't let you do that to yourself." I backed away, but there
was no place to go and she took me by the shoulders and lifted me in the air
so we were face to face, her hands both holding me up and pinning my arms to
my sides. I twisted and turned but short of kicking her in the shins there was
nothing I could do. I was like a child in her hands. "If you tell me
afterwards that you still don't want to marry me, then ... well I'll take care
of it. I will. I promise. But you have to try ... at least for awhile." She
was calming down. "Yes. It's the right thing for me to do and it's best for
you. You just don't know it yet."

Was she kidnapping me? Unilaterally marrying me? Was this possible here?
"Chloe! Before you --

She wrapped one arm behind me, pinning my head against her lips with her
biceps and then planted her lips on me, forcing my mouth open and her tongue
inside. The first taste of her was awful and sent a wave of nausea and pain
right through me, as though my blood were on fire. Each beat of my heart
spread the pain further, all the way to my fingers and toes. I shuddered and
tried to back away from her lips but there was no place for me to go and
before long the nausea drained all the strength and resistance out of me.
Slowly the pain ebbed away and I felt a great blankness, like I was
disconnected from my own body. She broke off the kiss and held me to her,
pressing me against her great breasts as the feeling slowly returned to my
body.

"That's good, Tom, real good. Can't you see it's working? It's almost done,
right? And that was the hardest part. The bond is broken, and now it gets
better." She held me close and then kissed me again, more gently this time. I
felt another fire go through me, but this one warmed me, sent an electric
tingle through my body and despite myself I felt myself clinging to her more
and more tightly. My senses were coming alive to her. Her skin was softer than
the softest fabric, and as warm and sheltering as a meal after a day of
fasting. Her scent was pure ambrosia. Her strength was my comfort. I couldn't
hold her tightly enough and kissed her back with increasing enthusiasm, my own
tongue now actively seeking hers while she accepted my desire for her. I felt
her laughing happily and then she pulled away. "You see! You see!"

"Oh Chloe! Chloe!" I exclaimed, beside myself pushing my body into hers,
desperately wanting to nestle against her breasts, to rest my skin against
hers. "What was I saying? I'm sorry, so so sorry. I want no one but you,
forever. Oh please take me. Keep me. Hold me, always!" I was muttering
gibberish, but I couldn't help myself. I needed her more than a hungry,
frightened baby needs his mother. It was like the feeling I had when I saw
Debbie earlier this evening, but ten times stronger.

"There, there, Tom. I'm right here. Now you're bonded to me. Aren't you happy?
You just give me your R&R and we'll go home now, to my room, together. Wife
and husband. You're happy, right?" I nodded. "Of course you are!" She put me
down but I still clung to her. "Don't worry, Tom. I can call you Tom now,
you're not my Uncle anymore. Now have my name -- you're Tom Stark! And you'll
call me Great Chloe, right, like a good husband?"

"Yes. Great Chloe. But don't leave me." In the back of my mind there was a
voice calling out -- what are you doing? -- but I shoved that voice away. I
needed Chloe. Great Chloe.

"I won't. I know you need me right now, and I'm here for you. Just give me
your R&R, ok?"

I looked around for it, eager to please her, and handed it to her. She opened
the envelope and glanced at it, then signed it, smiled happily and folded it
and put it in a pocket. "Take off your clothes and we can go."

"My clothes?" I looked around. "What about my clothes?"

"They're not yours anymore. They belong to Aunt Deborah. I'll get you new
clothes." She walked to the door -- with me following her, unwilling to be
more than a couple of feet apart from her -- and picked up a small bag. "Put
these on for now. Come, let's go."

I undressed and dressed quickly in a new t-shirt and blue jeans and then took
Great Chloe's hand and walked outside with her. She had a large bicycle
outside and lifted me onto the bar then pushed off and pedaled rapidly, as
quickly as the cars driving down the street. I'd never ridden so fast on a
bicycle and begged her to slow down, but she just laughed and pedaled harder.
"Don't look then!" she shouted, taking one hand off the handlebars and pulling
my head down to rest on her breast. I closed my eyes and leaned on her strong
encircling arms, my mouth kissing and sucking her, my tongue exploring the
taste of her skin while my hands explored the thick, powerful muscles of my
new wife while she screamed in pleasure and rode even harder and faster,
taking us to her home.

I don't know how long we rode. Was it twenty minutes? Forty? I wasn't really
aware of the passage of time but I felt her lift me off the bicycle and then I
looked at the large house as she carried me inside. She touched my face
directed my eyes to hers and spoke to me, her voice filling me with pleasure.
"First we have to see Mother. You'll address her as Great Mother Elaine of
course. You will be respectful to her. If she asks you any questions, just
answer 'Yes' or 'No' and then 'Great Mother Elaine.' I want you to make a good
impression. Will you remember that?"

"Yes, Great Chloe," I answered immediately. It was so easy to say that. There
was nothing greater than Chloe.

She looked at me a bit uncertainly and I felt unnerved. Had I done something
to displease her. I felt frightened.

"She probably won't ask, but if she wants to know if you agreed freely to be
my husband what will you say?"

"I, uh, I will say that I could do nothing but be your husband. Is that
right?" I said, cautiously.

"Uh, it's just that ... it should be fine. I think. I'll put you down now. Be
patient. I won't let her delay us too long." She dropped me gently and I felt
my smallness, my insignificance next to her. We walked together through the
large, richly furnished house. I barely took notice of the rooms we passed
through, feeling lost and afraid, taking comfort only in her closeness and the
promise of being held again soon. Finally we stopped at a large door. Great
Chloe took a deep breath and then went in, pulling me with her.

"Mother, I'm home. And I have my husband with me, my first!"

A rich contralto voice filled the room. "Oh? So he consented? Well! Bring him
to me." Great Chloe took me through the room. It was hard to imagine any woman
being larger than Great Chloe, but Great Mother Elaine towered above her
daughter. My head barely reached her abdomen and her mighty chest looked as if
it could push me across the room with one great breath. I looked up at her in
awe and felt a faint echo of the desire and need Great Chloe inspired in me
and without thinking I dropped to my knees and put my mouth on her shoe. She
chuckled. "I didn't know he was so well-trained. Was this your idea Chloe?"

"No Mother."

"I'm impressed. You've chosen well, dear. He obviously sensed the power of our
family even before the bonding. You may take him for the opening.
Congratulations, dear." Her large hand grasped me under my arm and lifted me.
"So, you have never been a first before?"

"He was Aunt Deborah's third, Mother and --

"I asked him, darling. I want to hear how he speaks." She looked at me.

"No I haven't, Great Mother Elaine."

She nodded. "This is an important day for my daughter, one she will always
remember. The first time always brings pain. You will not let that keep you
from your task?"

Although Debbie had not been a virgin on our first night together, I clearly
remembered a difficult and bloody experience with a girl in high school during
one of the interludes that I was not seeing Janice. I nodded, then said, "I
won't, Great Mother Elaine."

"Good. You will need your strength. It is your duty to please my daughter, and
give her as much or as little as she demands."

"I will, Great Mother Elaine."

"And the petty turmoil that enslaves the heart of the male and so limits your
fate, you will keep it far from my daughter's eyes, so that she takes from you
only what completes her, and not the male bile you must expel."

"I will, Great Mother Elaine."

"You may go. I will make no other demands on you. You are for my daughter
alone. You will see me only if you displease her. Pray that you do not see me
again. A male who angers me once will not survive."

"Yes Great Mother Elaine. Thank you."

She nodded, kissed her daughter and then returned to her law books and her
writing.

Chloe took my hand and pulled me away so quickly I could hardly stay on my
feet. "You did GREAT!" she said excitedly in a hoarse whisper. "This is the
house. I'll show you my part in a minute, 'cause that's where you'll be
staying." She paused in front of a door. "These are the men's quarters. Mother
has five husbands now. They live here, and so does my brother. I've never been
in there," she looked at me significantly, "and I hope you don't ever live
there either!"

I looked around at the luxurious house and clutched tightly onto Great Chloe's
muscular arm. "Me too. What about your father?"

"Oh, he's in there too."

"You've never seen him in his room?" I asked, surprised.

She looked confused. "Why would I see him there? Sometimes I see him around
the house, when it's his day. He only gets one now. He's usually pretty nice
to me although he has sort of a funny way about him -- he's always picking
arguments about the silliest things -- if he were a woman he'd probably have
been a lawyer, but he's a boy so it's really pretty pointless. They get that
way a lot, and it's just kind of annoying, that's all. I think that's why Mom
made him number five. She probably won't keep him after I leave house. C'mon."
We walked up a grand staircase to a suite of six rooms. "This is my part of
the house. I decorated it last year. I love pink. I guess that's obvious. It's
a lot nicer than your little room at Aunt Deborah's isn't it?

I nodded and stared at the silk wallpaper, the carved wood along the walls,
the heavy doors and the plush carpet. One room had a piano and harp. Another
was lined with leatherbound books, with a leather covered writing table and
brass fittings. There was also a large living room, with a television, a
primitive stereo and a large sitting area with two sofas and several plush
chairs.

"That's where I study, and this is where I hang out with my friends. I can't
wait to show you to them! Tomorrow's going to be so much fun." She pulled me
along to another large room with a king size four poster bed. "And here's my
room. We'll spend a lot time together here. Your room is just off to the side.
I know it's small but you'll mostly be able to use the rest of my suite.
Except when I need some privacy or I want to be alone with my friends. And
you'll be able to watch any channel you want on the television, not just
Channel M." She looked at me with curiosity. "Do you watch that channel a lot?
You know, as the first, you're not allowed to do yourself. You have to be
ready for me whenever I want you. You know that, right?"

"Uh, yes. Oh yes, Great Chloe!" Right then, I couldn't imagine doing anything
without Chloe. The mere mention that she might spend some time with her
friends and without me pierced my heart, my pain was relieved only by the
pleasure of her voice and the presence of her body next to mine, which I still
clung to with all my strength.

"Good. Well," she said nervously, "I'm ready now. Are you?" I nodded. "I'm
sure you're nervous too. Listen, I will really try to be gentle with you, ok?
I'm very strong, and I might get a little out of control, you know. But I
don't want to injure you. It'll be easier after the first time."

"Of course it will. I'll try to be gentle too, Great Chloe."

She laughed. "What do you MEAN? You have to be as strong as you can!"

"Well, sure. It's just, since it's your first time. I don't want to hurt you
when I push through your, you know, your hymen."

She shook her head. "Oh Tom! You are so innocent! Where do you get information
like that! It's not gonna hurt ME!"

"No? But your mother -- I mean, Great Mother Elaine --

"You can call her mother when we're alone together."

"Ok. But she said the first time would hurt."

"Oh Tom. Poor Tom. You don't know, do you? Funny, I thought all boys talked
about it." She picked me up and carried me to her bed. "It hurts you Tom. At
the 'opening' you have to push through my hymen with your penis. It can be
very tough, and sometimes the boy gets injured, depending on how enthusiastic
the woman is and how considerate. Some women like to be very rough with their
first. They think it shows they're grown up, but I'll be very careful with you
because I want you to be ready for me a lot! Now get undressed and clean
yourself so you smell good. There's a sink in your room. Come in as soon as
you're ready. Don't keep me waiting!"

"I won't, Great Chloe," I said and went into my room, feeling forlorn as soon
as I left her presence. I quickly undressed and washed myself from the sink
with a cloth and put on some fragrant lotion she had left in the room. I was
nearly done when I felt like a fog lifted around me. What was I doing?! I was
"MARRIED" to Chloe, calling her "Great Chloe"? Was I really about to deflower
her? Was I completely crazy? How could I escape? There was a small window in
my room -- I'd have to be half my size to fit through it. The only way out was
to get past Chloe. How would I ever do that?

"Tom! Is there a problem?" It was that spoiled teenage girl voice I knew from
my own world. "Did I frighten you or something? I TOLD you I'd be gentle. Come
ON!" She walked in. "What are you staring at out there?"

A wave of desire washed through me. I turned and looked at her ... and nearly
melted into the floor. She wore a hot pink silk negligee, supported entirely
by her breasts and completely open below her waist. "Oh-h-h Great Chloe!" I
moaned, falling to my knees. I tried to rise but my legs were like jelly and
instead I crawled to her, wrapping my arms around her powerful legs.

"I thought you were feeling shy suddenly, but I guess not!" she giggled. She
lifted me up and ran her hand down my chest and stomach and then between my
legs. "You boys have such funny bodies! So small and hairy. Completely
straight, without any curves except for those little muscle bulges here and
there, and then this funny penis that sticks straight out!" She giggled and
pulled it. "Oh look how it jumps! My very own little penis! And look at that
little sack under your penis! It's so cute! I've thought about this day for so
long, and now it's finally here!" She carried me into her room and laid me on
her bed. "Now, you try first. I'll let you go on top, to see if you can do it
without my help, all right?" I could smell the scent of her sex and it blotted
out all other thoughts in my mind. I only wanted to be close to her. I wrapped
my arms around her body and fastened myself to her as tightly as I could. She
laughed. "That's so cute, Tom! But that's not what I want you to do just now.
You're supposed to open me, remember?" She opened her legs and pushed me down
further so that we lined up properly. "You know what to do, don't you Tom?" My
heart was pounding. I pushed into her and then stopped. "Uh-huh. I think
you're there. Come on, Tom. You can do it!" I pushed harder, but it was
starting to hurt. "Yeah, Tom. Harder. Don't stop now." She put her hands on my
ass, urging me along. "You can do it." I felt the walls of her vagina closing
on me, squeezing me and then massaging me.

"Unghhh!" she cried. "That ... feels so GOOD! But you've got PUSH Tom. PUSH!"

I wanted to push harder, to please her, but it was hurting so much, the
pleasure mixing with the pain but the pain getting greater all the time. I
wanted the pleasure. I wanted to please her, but I was scared. She pulled
harder. "Oww!" I said. OWW!

"O-o-ohh. Mmmmm! I felt that! Deeper Tom. I need you deeper." She pulled
harder, and I felt her muscles drawing in me in.

"Ch-chlo -- Gr-gr-gr-great! Chloe! It hurts!" I cried out.

"O-h-h yes! Almost!!" she cried. "Almost there! Almost ... a ... woman!!" She
lifted her legs and pulled me hard.

"AAAGH!" I cried out, pushing through.

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed. "OOOOOOOHHHHH YYYEEESSS!" Now she held me,
her arms around my back crushing me to her. I felt nothing but pain in my dick
up to my crotch but her vaginal muscles gripped me so tightly that I couldn't
move, even if she had not been holding me to her. "You did it! Oh Tom!" she
crowed enthusiastically. "Now finish it! Finish it!!" I could barely feel
anything but the rolling waves of contractions onto my dick as she rippled her
vaginal muscles. "Now, Tom, now! Aren't you ready yet?!"

"Sorry ... hurts me ... gentler ... please!" I groaned.

She was breathing hard. "I need it NOW, Tom. I want it NOW! Come ON! Can't you
DO it?!"

"Please ... just ... give me ... chance ... to --

"Come ON, Tom, come ON!!" she said impatiently. She breathed deeply,
frustrated. I looked up at her, and all I saw were her enormous, heaving
breasts, rising, falling and bouncing as she breathed, and then I felt it
starting.

"Oh! I think I'm going to come!" I groaned.

"Oh YES, Tom. That's right. You can DO it. Let me have it. Let me have ALL of
it!!" she cried as I came inside her. She milked me now, her vaginal muscles
drawing me and I spurted into her and collapsed onto her in exhaustion. She
pulled me up to her face, my stomach resting on her huge breasts. "Oh Tom, I
can feel it. From you!" She grabbed my hands and pulled them to her biceps.
"Feel them, Tom! Feel them!" She was flexing them and my hands struggled to
stay on them, the force of the rise in her muscles pushing them away. "Don't
you think they're harder Tom? Harder already?!"

"I ... I ...." Something was happening. I felt her body below me shifting
slightly, her skin firmer somehow.

"Squeeze them!" she said. "Hard as you can!" I tried to grip her biceps as she
asked, but my hands kept slipping off them, the peak making it harder to grip
them. "Harder!" she laughed. "I can hardly feel your hands!"

"I'm TRYING, Great Chloe! I'm trying but I can't. I'm sorry but ...."

"Oh you silly BOY! Of course you can't! It's the hardening, don't you get it?!
See?" She pushed me up off her body and then flexed her arm for me, and her
biceps, which had previously rose gently from her arm with the curve of a
football, now rose like a round ball with a high peak, even larger than
before. "You DID it. I knew you could do it. Oh it's beautiful. Wait until I
show Sandee. She'll be so jealous!" She rolled off the bed toward her study
where her telephone was. "I have to call her!"

"Great Chloe!" I called. Where was she going? I needed her. I got up and ran
to her, holding her.

"Tom! Get back in the room. You can't come out like that!" she said sharply. I
stopped in my tracks and must have looked crushed. "I'll be back soon. Just
wait for me."

She walked away and I heard her voice softly. I hung on every word I could
hear. "frightened ... had to help ... well, YEAH! you wouldn't believe ...
VERY cute ... my Mother ... not in the slightest ... I was really gentle ...
you'll see when you ..." And then, like before, the fog lifted. The ache in my
crotch returned. I groaned softly. What was happening to me? My head slowly
cleared. I heard the droning whine of her voice. "... it is NOT ... I just CAN
... NO! ... you gotta tell me ... I can't believe she SAID that ... and then
what ...." Moments ago that sound was more beautiful to me than the greatest
music composed. It was like a drug. And then it clicked. It was a drug. The
"bonding" was a drug. Something in her kiss. I had been bonded to Debbie.
Somehow it wasn't as strong, perhaps because of the long gap between my "day"
with her, but I'd definitely felt switched on to her in her presence. And then
kissing Chloe, something in her saliva had broken that. I'd been through a
kind of withdrawal and then "bonded" to her. And now, around her, I could
think of nothing but her. It was like she possessed me. But I had to fight it.
I couldn't let her take over my will this way. I bristled at the thought of
that voice, that self-centered, lying, bully, dominating me this way. "... so
then I said ... well of COURSE it is ... you know what SHE's like ... oh ...
hey, you gotta see ... I know ... yeah, I'll bring him ... well so what ...
'kay bye!"

I steeled myself. I wouldn't lose control. I would ... she was coming! SHE was
coming!!

"Miss me?"

I beamed at her. I wanted to bow down on the floor and kiss her glorious toes.
And I did.

"Oh I LOVE being a wife! And now your wife is a real woman, Tom. Look at me!"
She lifted my head and then pulled me to my feet and put my hand on her ribbed
abdomen, then rolled her hips around and flexed her abs from bottom to top and
then to the bottom again, her powerful muscles rippling in waves. I stared at
her open-mouthed. "And look what ELSE I can do now!" She flipped onto a
handstand and then balanced herself on one hand, then pushed herself a foot
and a half off the ground and landed perfectly on her feet. "I've always had
good balance, but already I'm so much stronger! Cornelia's going to be so
jealous when she sees, because she already had her opening, but she didn't get
this strong. It runs in our family, you know. But it's thanks to you too!
Don't you like it?" I started to answer. "Oh I KNOW you do. You can't help it,
I guess. But I still LOVE the way you look at me. It makes me feel so special,
like you were made for me. 'Cause, in a way, you were! I made you love me the
way you do. It's just wonderful the way boys were made for women. You give us
pleasure and strength and in return we give you purpose and security."

I gazed up at her, devouring each sentence, treasuring each utterance of hers
like a pearl.

"Come here, you!" She pulled me onto the bed. "This is so cosy, lying here
with my own little boy!" I was staring at her breasts, which were now even
more prominent. "Oh, go on, you can suck on them. I LIKE it. Mmmm. What was I
thinking? Oh yeah. About women and boys. It's so funny. We're so different,
even though we're like part of the same species. Do you ever think about that?
I mean, boys are so weak, so fragile. They have these cute little muscles --
like yours! -- but they're so weak they can hardly do anything for
themselves." She ran her hand up my body, probing and feeling my muscles and
bones, sometimes gently, sometimes so painfully that I winced. "Oop! Sorry.
It's just kind of new and exciting for me to have my own boy to play with."
She massaged my biceps, pressing the muscle between her thumb and forefinger,
which hurt only a little, but I smiled at her, appreciating the attention.
"You have very nice muscles, you know, for a boy. Cornelia's husband's are a
lot softer. She let me touch them the other day, and I couldn't believe it.
You know, she has to open ALL the doors for him? They're too heavy for him.
He's just so helpless. Why do you think he's so weak?"

She was waiting for me to reply. "Uh, well, maybe, Great Chloe, maybe he
doesn't exercise enough?"

"Yeah, I know. You really almost never SEE boys exercise after they grow up.
Maybe they just think, you know, what's the point? They can never be as strong
as we are anyway, and it's not like they really use their muscles for very
much, unless they play boys' sports. Do YOU exercise?"

I didn't know what THIS Tom did, but I said, "Uh-huh. And I play a lot of
tennis."

Chloe laughed. "Oh SURE you do!" Then she frowned looked severely at me.
"Don't lie to me, Tom, ever! I mean it!"

I froze with fear at the harsh tone of her voice and started trembling, even
worse than I had with Debbie. "I -- I didn't --

"Tom!"

I couldn't stop myself from shaking and began to sob. "P-p-lease. Great Chloe.
Don't be -- I'm sorry if --

She shook her head. "Really, Tom. Since when do men play tennis? Unless you
mean TABLE tennis." I looked up at her mutely. "That's a TOTALLY different
game. You don't get much exercise from that, Tom. It's not like REAL tennis,
where you play outdoors and all. Boys could never play THAT game. The racquets
are too heavy, for one thing." She looked at my sympathetically. "That's what
you meant, isn't it? Poor Tom. Did I really scare you that much?" She patted
my head. "Come back here, you little dope."

I was still shaking. "I -- I didn't know. I was just --

"Of course you were. I know you want to please me. I like that. And I really
understand that it's hard for boys to get real exercise. I know you mostly
have to stay indoors -- for your own protection -- and especially as my first
you'll never go out without me. And the kinds of exercise you can do indoors
are pretty boring I guess. Did Aunt Deborah give you exercise stuff? Maybe you
could use mine -- except they'll be way too heavy for you. Silly me! I'll just
have to be sure to find some good exercises for you, so you stay healthy. I
mean, I want you to be as strong as you can be. Hey, want to see something?"
She rolled her body into a handstand on the bed and started bending her arms
and straightening them, bounding up and down in a kind of "push-up" I'd never
seen, or even imagined. I couldn't believe how she was keeping her balance on
the bouncing bed, but her muscular control was incredible, her back, abdomen
and legs remaining perfectly straight as she adjusted her balance with slight
movements of her arms. "Heh! This is so easy for me now -- after the
hardening!" Her face lit up. "I wonder ...." She let go with one arm and now
was doing the push-ups with just one arm, slowly at first, getting used to the
different movements, but then picking up the pace. "Look at this! I never
could do these on my bed before!" she said happily. I stared at her body,
awash in desire. "Let me see you do push-ups -- not like these of course. You
know, the boys' way. She flipped over and lay on the bed, and pushed up a few
times with her arms.

"Sure, I can do that," I replied eagerly. I lay next to her and did five
push-ups and would have kept going but she put her hand on my back and stopped
me from rising.

She giggled. "Sorry! I couldn't resist. But you were really good! You should
do a lot of those, and running too. You can run on my treadmill at least.
That'll give you more endurance. Will you do that?" I nodded vigorously,
desperate to please her, to keep her happy with me.

She looked at me carefully. It felt like her eyes were drilling into my soul
and it was thrilling to have her attention like that. I was so hard that I
felt I could push through concrete, but I didn't dare break her concentration.
"It's so funny, you know, this relationship with a husband. It's so different
from anything else. You know what I mean? No, of course you couldn't. I mean,
in a way, it's easier for a boy. You're just totally at one with your wife --
there's nothing really to think about, no decisions to make, once you agree to
get married. I'm the one who has to think for both of us." She looked away for
a minute, maybe feeling a twinge of guilt. "I wonder what it would be like
without the bonding. You hear about such things, you know. Some women can't
'bond' with a boy. It's sort of like a genetic defect in them, like they're
handicapped or something. So they can't get married, of course, the only
'relationship' they have is like what it was with us before the bonding. I
mean, I KNOW you were attracted to me, even though you couldn't do anything
about it while you were bonded to Aunt Deborah. But that attraction was
nothing like the way you are with me now. I wonder what that would be like.
Can you tell me what the difference is, for you I mean, between the way you
feel about me now and before?"

I was torn. A small part of me, deep down, wanted to be honest and tell her
how I hated and resented her, but there was no way that could ever come to the
surface, not with her next to me. All I felt was adoration, love, intoxication
... and a little bit of fear. I wasn't sure if, even at a distance, I would
have the strength to tell her. But not here, not like this. "I -- I LOVE you
so much, Great Chloe. It's ... almost impossible for me to imagine feeling
another way." I looked at her adoringly.

She smiled and touched my erection lightly. "Oh! Look at that! For me?" She
laughed. "I heard that all a wife had to do was look at her husband the right
way and he'd be ready again, and I guess that's right! Well, you're going to
have to wait," she said, looking down at it. "I want you to build up a big
supply, so that my second hardening is another good one!"

Second? I thought.

She was still looking at me closely. "But you know, as I was saying, I really
wonder what it's like for those other women. I mean, having practically no
control over the boy you're having sex with, knowing that at any moment,
another woman could bond with him so easily, without even having to break the
old bond or having the R&R, and then just like that she'd mean absolutely
nothing to him. It must be so hard not being able really to have your own boy,
like I have you. On the other hand, if you couldn't make a boy bond with you,
and he still wanted you, there would be something really special in that too,
you know? Like, being loved just for yourself, without the influence of the
bonding hormones. Do you know what I mean?"

My heart was pounding. I couldn't say anything ... anything that might change
her feelings for me.

"What I wonder is ... I mean ... is there another Tom beneath what I see? Do
you have ... other feelings when I'm not around? What if I hadn't, you know,
kissed you then? I mean, I know you were attracted to me but you weren't sure
about being my husband. What if ... I mean ... what if I was, you know,
impotent, like those women with the handicap? Would you still want me? Would
you love me?"

I needed her so much. "I ... I don't know. I can't imagine ... NOT loving
you," I said helplessly.

She made a short laugh. "Well ... that's good! I guess that's as good as it
gets. We all learn that men aren't very good at knowing their feelings or
expressing them." I felt upset. Had I failed her? "No, no, it's not your
fault. It's just the way men are. I'm VERY happy with you Tom. You're being a
great husband, and now there's more for you to do."

"Thank you. Thank you so much, Great Chloe. I'm ... I'm sorry if I seem a
little stupid to you. It's so wonderful for me ... to just be here and ... to
listen to you. Would you ... tell me ... explain to me ... you said, the
second hardening?"

She smiled broadly and raised her eyes to the ceiling. "There's REALLY a lot
you don't know, isn't there! I KNOW boys' schools aren't like what we get put
through but ... well, on a woman's first night, she's supposed to have sex at
least three times. I remember when we first learned about it, when I was, like
eight, they gave us the word "SHE" to remember. Size, hardness and
extressence. It's all about becoming a real woman."

"Extressence?" I said, repeating the unfamiliar word. I was still confused.
"But you are a real woman, Great Chloe. You said before -- before we were
married."

She sighed. "You really don't understand, do you. Let me make it simpler for
you. There are some chemicals in the boys' semen -- that's the word for the
fluid you spurt out -- you know THAT don't you? You know what hormones are,
right? And that males and females have different mixes of hormones because our
glands are different?" I nodded -- of course I knew it, but somehow it sounded
new and so very interesting to hear it from Chloe. "You have testes -- you
probably think of them as your 'balls' -- and I have ovaries. When a boy
matures he produces a lot of testosterone, which is, we all know, kind of a
bad hormone. It's what makes boys so jumpy and aggressive. It's why they don't
have the patience to study and stay in school. They also produce some muscle,
and cause him to grow hair in all sorts of inconvenient places. They also
interfere with the action of the small amounts of female hormones in a boy's
system and therefore stop him from developing the kind of muscle that we
develop, stop him from growing long before we stop, limit his ability to fight
disease as effectively as a woman and all sorts of other things that kind of
limit his development -- at least compared with a woman. It's kind of sad, I
guess, and unfair, but, you know, we're all made differently, and boys have an
important role to play too. Right?" I nodded and she smiled. "Yeah, I mean,
you like your life, I'm sure. And you like being with me?"

I beamed at her. I couldn't help myself. Her presence, her attention meant so
much to me.

"Yeah, well should I go on?" I stared at her in rapt attention. Well, our
hormones also produce the effect we call the bonding, for instance. When the
hormones in my saliva get absorbed into your system, they 'bond' you to me,
triggering certain responses in your body so that some chemicals in my
perspiration -- they're called pheromones -- trigger a very strong reaction in
yours, and you get dependent on them. I mean, it's a pleasurable reaction for
you, right?"

I nodded. Dimly I remembered thinking something like that earlier, but it was
hard to be sure -- with all the feelings I was having about her. Even knowing
that it was all chemical didn't change my reaction. Her voice sent chills of
pleasure up and down my spine. I couldn't help beaming at her.

"So it's a good thing for boys. Now, we women generally don't react much to
your male hormones -- I guess it's part of our being stronger -- but when we
come into contact with the hormones in a boy's semen for that first time some
of them activate certain hormones in our bodies that trigger a key phase in
our development. How much depends on a lot of things -- some combinations of
women and boys work better than others -- I guess someday scientists will be
able to tell us who our first husbands ought to be, and at what age we should
marry. Luckily for me the Stark women seem to react well to just about
everyone. It's heredity -- like having an AB blood type and being universal
recipients. What am I saying? Boys don't learn about that stuff, do they?" I
nodded, not wanting to contradict her. I wanted her to go on and on.

"Right. Well, the first reaction, the "H", makes our muscles get much firmer
and stronger, the second, the "S", makes them grow a whole lot, and for a few
lucky women the third one gives them extressence. It has to be three different
times, within about three hours, and unless the woman and the boy have just
the right compatibility she won't get the extressence. Some don't even get the
Sizing." She giggled. "But I kind of have a feeling about you and me! So do
you kind of understand what I mean?"

I nodded, moving as close as I could to her, drinking up her wonderful
pheromones. "But, uh, what is extressence? I don't know what --

She looked a little awkward and looked away. "Maybe we, uh -- hey, I think we
should, you know."

What did I say? "Oh, Great Chloe. Is something wrong?" I wanted to her look at
me again. What if she was offended? Did I ask too many questions?

"I think we ... it's getting late. I mean, do you understand?"

"I think so. Oh, thank you so MUCH, Great Chloe. You explain things so well.
It's so ... wonderful to learn from you."

She bit her lip. Oh that lip! I wanted it in my mouth so much. It was so big,
so red so ... Chloe! She watched me gaze at her and her smile came back, which
made me even happier.

"It's sort of funny, isn't it? And a little sad I guess for boys. I mean, the
gap between us just grows and then I'll be ...." She trailed off. "So! the
hardening came first -- that's why after the 'opening' it's called the
'hardening.' Next comes size and then extressence -- if I'm lucky. Aren't you
excited? It all happens tonight. I'll have to leave you, Tom, for my first
night feast with Mother after the Sizing. But I'll be back later, and we'll be
doing a lot together -- whenever I have time for you!"

"Oh yes! Yes!" I couldn't help but shout with joy.

She giggled. "Ssshh!" she said and put her big hand over my mouth, and then
pulled me onto her lap. Oh heaven!

"Oh, thank you, Great Chloe."

She giggled. "Say that again. I LOVE the way it sounds."

"Oh, thank you, Great Chloe, thank you, Great Chloe, thank you, Great Chloe,
thank you, Great Chloe." I said earnestly.

She laughed. "Ok, you can stop now, you silly boy! I think you're ready now.
Come on, climb on top of me! Make me a woman!" I eagerly complied. We were
both ready and I quickly pushed inside her. I could already feel the new tone
in her muscles. Beneath her soft skin there was a denseness to her that hadn't
been there before. I couldn't imagine any change in Chloe making me want her
more, but her added tone was now sending my passion through the roof. I
planted myself on her, pushing into her and immediately her vaginal muscles
grabbed me, massaged me. I wanted to cry out in pain, but somehow she sensed
my discomfort and eased up slightly. She seemed to have more control now and I
relaxed, trusting her more, and felt almost dizzy with desire. I wanted to be
closer to her, to be part of her, and I pressed into her skin, into her body,
as much as I could. In response she held me closer, her body so much harder
but still accepting me. And then, before I knew it, I was coming, ejecting my
semen into her while she came too as the same time, screaming, "Yes! Yes! Oh
yes! Oh, I can feel it already!"

I felt it too. Her hardened muscle started pressing on me, her breasts rising
as new slabs of muscle formed in her chest and her shoulders seemed to push
outwards. I put my arms around her great torso, holding her as tightly as I
could, feeling her muscles expand against me, and feeling her excitement as
though it were my own. She was already so large, so powerful, and now Great
Chloe was becoming even Greater. "Oh Great Chloe!" I cried, unable to contain
myself. "You're so powerful! So wonderful! I'm so happy to be your husband!"

She grinned. "You're such a good little husband, Tom! I can't wait to -- hey,
put your hands on my biceps now. See how much they've grown!"

I quickly did as she asked, enjoying the feel of the large, firm muscle. It
made me feel so warm and safe, having such a large and strong wife, and
knowing that I helped her become so strong. "They're so beautiful, Great
Chloe. So ... massive ... and firm! She smiled happily and then I felt them
rise and harden even more. It was like holding an animal that was sleeping and
was awakening, an animal so much more powerful than I was that it shook off my
grasp without even a thought. But it wasn't an angry animal. It was the huge
muscle of my own wife, who would love and protect me. "Oh Great Chloe! I had
no idea!"

She lifted me off her, as I would playfully lift a three year old if I had
one. "You're so sweet. I have to go for my feast, but I'll be back soon." She
looked at me sternly. "Now, don't touch yourself."

"Oh I wouldn't, Great Chloe. Never!" I swore. How could she not know I would
always obey her every word. When she talked to me like that I simply had no
will of my own.

"It's VERY important." Her eyes sliced through me. I felt faint with fear but
there was no place I could hide. "All right then." She winked and the world
was right again. She got up and put me on her bed and pulled a white dress,
like a confirmation dress except that it was sleeveless, out of her closet.
"Mother will be very pleased with me. And with you too!" she said excitedly.
She leaned over to kiss me. "Now, into your room! Prepare yourself and rest.
All you need to do is think of me!!"

How could I not think of her? Feeling despondent at her departure I obediently
went into my little room. I was nothing without her. I felt so fortunate when
I was with her, but now ... and then the fog lifted. I sank to my knees,
disgusted at my groveling submissiveness. Where was my will, my character? Was
I so weak that this child could reduce me to this fawning subservience? I
wanted to choke myself, smash my head against my little sink, stab myself. The
wave of self-hatred subsided. But still, less emotionally, I wondered what was
left of me, the me I knew, or at least thought I knew? I stared at the wall,
my heart black with despair. I had no idea how much time passed. Then a
thought took hold of me. I would escape. No physical escape was possible, at
least not tonight. But she had to let me out sometime. I had to run away and
stay out of range of her pheromones. Otherwise I would have no choice but to
jump again to another world. But that might be even worse than this one. But
could anything be worse than treating Chloe -- CHLOE! -- as a goddess?

Here, now, I had to do something, SOMETHING, to rebel. To show her -- and
myself -- that she was NOT in control of me. I left my room but as I crossed
the threshold into hers a wave of desire and fear washed over me. Great Chloe!
It was as if she were in the room. How could I even think of acting against
her? Tears filled my eyes and I felt ashamed for my pathetic disloyalty to
her. I staggered backwards into my room and closed the door. As I wept on my
bed my head cleared. It was her pheromones I realized, her scent lingering
from her exercise and our lovemaking. Not only was I physically trapped, but
my very sense of self -- my own will -- was shrinking away, unable to assert
itself beyond the confines of my room, and unable to do very much there
either. Was I that weak? That powerless? I pounded the bed with my fist and
then started hitting the wall. What was I? A two year old, having a tantrum? I
tried to calm down and sat on the side of the bed, my head in my hands. What
could I do? What could I DO? I looked down at my body. This was all that was
mine now. My clothes, my room, even my will belonged to Chloe. "'Great'
Chloe," I said to myself, sarcastically. The thought of her quickly made me
hard, my body responding even as my mind was filled with hatred. Well, if I
couldn't run away, at least I could defy her. I'd already made her even larger
and stronger. The least I could do was to prevent her from gaining this
"extressence," whatever it was. I started pulling on my dick. It was MY dick,
wasn't it? Who was she to tell me what do to with it? I felt daring,
rebellious, even naughty, then a wave of doubt hit me, and I felt guilty and
frightened. What would she say? What would she do to me? I felt myself
wilting, softening. No! I've got to finish myself off! I can't let her win
again.

And then it hit me. SHE was coming back! I was so frightened. I'd disobeyed
her. She'd know, and then she'd punish me. She wouldn't love me anymore. How
could I be so stupid? She would divorce me, send me to a Men's House or even
kill me with her bare hands.

"Tom. I'm ready for you!"

How could I face her? I had no place to hide, no place to get away. I had no
choice. I was weeping, and I crawled slowly into her room, sobbing all the
way. "Gr-gr-great Ch-ch-chloe. I - I'm so a-shamed. I

"Tom. What is it?" she asked, gently but firmly.

"I - I dis-disobeyed you. I t-t-touched myself." I had thrown myself at her
feet, kissing her toes.

"You WHAT?!" she exclaimed. She grabbed me by the shoulder and lifted me in
the air like I was a toy. Her face was angry, and I fully expected a bolt of
lightning to shoot from her eyes and dissolve me in the next instant. "Did you
cum, Tom?! DID YOU?!"

"N-n-n-no. I c-c-couldn't. Thinking of y-y-you. Y-y-you would b-b-be s-s-so
angry at me!"

"Well, I AM angry. I ask you one little thing." I was trembling like a leaf.
She fixed her eyes at me, then laughed. "Well, you ARE a boy. You can't really
help yourself, can you. The important thing is: you didn't. Or, maybe you
couldn't." She smiled -- to herself, not at me. I wasn't worthy of her smile.
"I suppose that's why the bonding is so important. How could a wife EVER
expect her husband to behave properly otherwise?" Her eyes narrowed. "It was
silly of me to treat you like a woman -- I expected too much of you, didn't I?
Poor Tom. Well, don't you worry. I know better now. And if I get extressence
.... Come on, let's try!"

She pulled a string on her dress and it fell to the floor. I gazed in wonder
at the beauty of my wife. She looked magnificent, her body was like the great
ocean, the bulges of her great breasts, wide hips and round ass in perfect
harmony with the small, but much more numerous bulges of her amazing muscles.
"C'mon little boy. Give me what's mine." I was already naked and I stared at
her, completely lost in lust. She pointed her finger at my penis and then
moved her finger upwards. On command my penis rose too. "Good boy!" she
laughed. "At least He knows how to listen." She motioned with her finger for
me to come closer and I followed. She folded me in her arms and pulled me
inside her for the third time. "Do you love me?" she asked confidently.

"Oh yes, Great Chloe. I would do anything for you."

"Well, you don't have to DO anything, Tommy. You're in me now." I lay my head
on her chest and put my hands on her biceps, now far to large for me to grasp,
as she flexed her vaginal muscles and moved me in and out slightly. I was so
turned on I was readily to come almost immediately. "Don't hold back. I want
it now!" she said. I sighed, my cheek resting against her breast and with a
little groan released myself into her. She didn't come, but I felt her take a
sharp breath of anticipation and she uttered a little cry of excitement. "Oh
God! Please!" she said.

He silently joined her in her wish. "May my love have what she desires," I
said to myself, repeating it twice more and staring at her, searching her body
for whatever change might come, but I saw nothing. She was so magnificent
already. How could she improve in any way? Her large breast, caressed my face,
the wondrous pink nipple extending outwards. Her scent. Her scent was
irresistible. I breathed deeply, taking more of it in. I wanted more of her.
How could I ever think of leaving her. I pressed closer to her, to my goddess.

"Tom?" she said. "Tom, are you all right?"

"Great Chloe," I said dreamily.

"Oh Tom!" she said excitedly. "Do you notice anything different?"

I looked at her. My whole being yearned for her, even our intimacy not enough
to satisfy my longing for her. My skin sought hers, wanting to feel her size
and strength against me. "Great Chloe," I repeated. "Greatest Chloe," I said
for emphasis. "You ... are ...." I was left mute, searching for the words.

"Yes but ..." she looked at me impatiently. "Can you tell if, I mean, do you
find me any MORE attractive now?"

Had I said the wrong thing? "I - I ..." I shook with fear. "P-p-please. If ...
if I ...."

She beamed. The sun burst from the clouds. She laughed happily, and trumpets
and cymbals of heaven sounded. "No, no. You little dear! I've got it!" I
clutched her more tightly and felt my erection return. I wanted her so much. I
wanted only her. "You little devil! Again?" She giggled. "But you can't help
yourself, can you?" Her eyes gleamed. "I just have to see." She lifted me to
her face and I stared into her crystal blue eyes. It was beauty itself that I
saw. "Forgive me," she said, and then without hesitating further she pulled my
lips to hers and touched my tongue with hers. I felt a warmth like nothing
I've ever known spreading from my mouth to my lips and quickly through the
rest of my body. My dick shot to full size and I came in an instant, shooting
all over Great Chloe. I felt embarrassed, but it passed so quickly, lost in my
wave of pleasure and complete fulfilment. Then our lips separated. I wanted
more, needed more, but she held my face a few inches from hers and looked at
me carefully. "Tom," she said. "Tom!" I stared at her, hearing the words,
feeling the symphony of her voice. What could I say to her? How could I answer
such perfection? "Did you hear me?"

She wanted me to speak. I struggled to move my lips. "Yesss," I rasped, my own
voice sounding so ugly, so clumsy after the perfect music of hers. I wanted
only to look at her. Her eyes shone with perfect light.

"Is it hard for you to talk?" she asked, her eyebrows raised.

Oh, the godlike concern she was showing for me! "I ... no ... I"

She laughed again. "Sssh! Don't even try! Oh I have to tell Mother! She won't
believe it!"

I looked at her in confusion. How could Great Mother Elaine not believe Great
Chloe, who could do nothing but speak words of wisdom and beauty.

"It's the extressence, you see! I've got it! One out of a million, and I've
got it! I'll be one of the Hundred! I'll be so famous and important! Sandee
will just DIE!"

She was explaining something to me about numbers, her life and how a friend of
hers would die, but the concepts were too difficult for my overtaxed mind. How
could I do anything other than adore and desire her, with all of my being?
There was nothing left after that.

She got out of the bed and bounced to the door. No! She was leaving me! I
wailed in sorrow and loss. She stopped for a moment. "Oh yeah. I'll need to
make you a 'Me Doll' now!" She looked around her room and pulled a cloth out
of her drawer, put one side of it over her mouth, then ran the rest of the
cloth under her arm and down her body. "This should work for awhile. I promise
I'll get you a real Me Doll tomorrow so you can always have me with you.
Imagine, a grown boy, needing a doll, but I know it's my responsibility now.
Don't worry, I'll take good care of you Tom." She handed it to me and then
left. The sun left the sky. I was abandoned. I clutched the cloth she gave me.
Oh wondrous miracle! The power of my goddess! It was like it was alive, a part
of Chloe!! I raised it to my face! Oh JOY!! She had left a light behind, for
me! I lay back on the bed, the cloth covering my face. It wasn't heaven, but
the scent of heaven. My beneficent goddess had not abandoned me after all! I
drifted in ecstasy. Time had no meaning. And then I sensed her presence again,
nearby. It was her voice. She was not speaking to me, but that sound
surrounded me like a cloud, again filling me with pleasure. The sound of her
voice!! What bliss!!!

"Uh huh. It was, like, one kiss and he was completely lost. It's so much
stronger than the bonding. He can't even put two words together now. It's
kinda sad. Well, duh! Hey, of course I'll still be your friend. Don't get all
THAT way with me, just because I'll be one of the Hundred. Yeah, Mother is
calling them now. She's excited too. She got very emotional, which she NEVER
does. We haven't had one in the clan for four hundred years, she said. Well, I
probably shouldn't! They have to test me and then I'm not supposed to even be
NEAR any males until I've gotten some kind of special training -- except my
husband of course. Yeah, like I could break their bondings just by getting
close to them, and then bond them to me for life with, like, a tiny droplet of
my spit! I know it's not a law. Well, SURE I want to, but ... why don't you
just come here. Yeah, sure you can, although he really acts pretty goofy now.
Don't SAY that -- it's not like it's his fault. Yeah, I know. That's just how
they are."

I lay on HER bed, surrounded by HER sheets, HER pillows, HER walls. A Great
Chloe Me Doll on my face, her scent penetrating me more deeply than the
shallow penetration a man could ever accomplish with his penis. I felt a
pleasure, a contentment, an ecstasy more powerful than any I could imagine. My
arousal was constant, but it rose and ebbed in waves as her voice buffeted me,
the heavenly vibrations of her speech moved me to tears. Was it only hours ago
that I even questioned her decision to take me as her husband?! I felt
ashamed, and yet in her wisdom she still married me. She was perfectly wise,
perfectly good, and her beauty ....

"I was just thinking the SAME THING!! That would be so FUNNY! And, like, what
could she DO! I mean, one sniff of me and ... but I wouldn't! But I was
thinking, that guy Sharon likes? Yeah, THAT one. I was thinking of him for my
second. I can't yet, but like in a couple of months maybe, once, you know,
Tom's gone. Then I can have whoever I want. I mean, it's part of this thing.
Yeah, I know. That's sad but, like, they just wear out, needing me so much. I
can't do anything about it and neither can they. At least they're, like, happy
'til then. I mean, it's supposed to the ultimate pleasure -- like nothing WE
experience or anything. You'll see what he's like when you come over. OK.
Bye!"

It was quiet again, but then the intensity of her scent started to build. I
opened my eyes. There she was! She was looking at me!

"Oh Tom! Poor Tom." She came closer and stood above me. "Look at you! All
ready for me again." She slipped off her gown and climbed on top of me,
enveloping my penis within her. I shook with pleasure. "You can touch me, Tom.
I know you want to. You don't have to be afraid of me." I could have come in
an instant, but her great muscles tensed and stopped me. I slowly lifted my
hand and held it against her perfect body, and then buried my head against her
breast. "Ssshh. There, there Tom. Great Chloe is here." Her wisdom and power
were infinite. I was nothing, a mere bug. She could do anything with me and I
would her grateful slave, thankful only for her attention and her presence.
Her muscles clenched, using me for her pleasure, and it filled me with such
joy to be of use to her. I had never known such happiness, such fulfilment.
Her body shook and then she relaxed and I came almost immediately and then
felt limp, exhausted. I drifted toward sleep as she put me down on her bed.
"You sleep Tom. We'll sleep together tonight." And that was the last thing I
remembered until morning.

18

I had never dreamed before the way I dreamed that night. I was in a continual
state of arousal. Endless desire that spiraled back, again and again, to Great
Chloe. Her hair, her eyes, her lips and smile. Her voice, the turn of her
head, her firm round breasts, her hard round muscles, the smell of her skin,
her laugh, her breath, the easy confidence of her walk. All of these became
the objects of my sexual desire, the triggers for at least a dozen wet dreams
-- the first I'd had since my adolescence, but even then, in the peak of my
sexual prowess, I had never had more than one in a night. But there was no end
to my desire, and I awoke with yet another erection and a powerful yearning
for Great Chloe. My eyes opened but she was already gone from our bed and I
was clutching to my face the Me Doll she had given me. I tried to call out to
her, but my voice was weak. I felt groggy. I forced myself to get up, to find
my goddess. I was so weary I could hardly stand and I staggered around her
suite, looking for her.

"Oh Tom! Hello!" She looked down at me with an amused smile and I, wildly
happy, grinned at her and stumbled over to her. She caught me and held me in
her so powerful arms. "I was just going to have lunch and then Sandee's coming
over. You must be hungry too."

The truth was I hadn't eaten anything in almost a day, but I wasn't conscious
of being hungry. I just wanted more of Great Chloe. "N-n-no ... I" I pressed
against her, desperate for her flesh and on the verge of tears at the thought
of sharing her attention with anyone else.

"Silly. You must be. You should still have an appetite." She pulled me to a
small room where a breakfast table was set with large bowls of berries,
yoghurt, pastries and juice. "Get a chair. You can share some of mine. They
should have given you some place to sit too, but I'll remind them later. The
servants haven't figured out that you can eat! They're so stupid sometimes." I
stood there, looking at her with dreamy adoration. "Do I have to feed you
myself? Come on!"

It took awhile before her command registered but once it did I tried to obey
as quickly as I could. I went to the chair she'd indicated and tried to lift
it up and bring it to the table but I couldn't. Great Chloe watched me and
then sighed. "I forgot I have women's furniture -- far too heavy for you to
move, right?" I nodded. She stood up, picked it up with one hand and set it
down next to her at the table. "All right? Now eat. You need to be finished
and dressed before Sandee gets here." I stared at the food but I had no desire
to eat it. In fact, it slightly disgusted me. "Come ON, Tom. What are you
waiting for?" I steeled myself and lifted a few raspberries to my mouth. They
were as fresh and red as any I'd seen, but somehow the taste didn't appeal to
me. How could they compare with Her? I chewed them mechanically and swallowed
them and took a few more to please Great Chloe, who was rapidly downing a
large bowl herself, and then drinking down the yoghurt like a milk shake. She
was so beautiful. She glowed with health; and as she ate I could imagine each
red berry happily giving itself to her, surrendering its own simple existence
to join her magnificent body, ending in a micro-burst of energy that firmed a
patch of skin, enlivened her eyes, expanded an already overpowering muscle. It
seemed a crime to eat them myself, to deprive her of their power.

"Well, if that's all you're hungry for, I guess I'll just finish them. Really,
Tom. Already you're eating just like a bird."

She had read my mind! Her power and wisdom were boundless! I looked at her
gratefully, feeling new surges of arousal as I saw each last berry enter the
portal of her body. I envied them, how they could join her, become a part of
her, while I could only enter and leave. But then I remembered that I had
helped her through the SHE. It was my semen that gave her size, hardness and
extressence -- whatever that was -- and I felt fulfilment and contentment.
Perhaps one day she could have other husbands, but none of them could ever
give her what I did. My pride knew no limit. It was shameful to imagine that I
ever doubted that I should be married to her. How stupid I was to question her
decision to take me. But it didn't matter now.

"You should get dressed, at least a little. Sandee's coming over, so you'll
meet her, and then I'll ask her to come over every day to see how you are.
I'll give her a fresh Me Doll every day to keep you happy, ok?" I beamed at
her. "Oh, you poor thing. I have to start my training today so I won't see you
for a couple of weeks, until just before the ceremony."

My heart sank. "Ya-ya-won't be --" I blubbered.

She took me into her arms. "I know! Poor, poor Tom. But that's just the way it
is. There's a lot I have to learn, and the Court of the Hundred isn't a place
for men. But I'll make them send up good food for you, and Sandee will be
here. I want you to be there at the ceremony, ok? You ought to be there!
You'll make it, won't you?" I nodded. "Good Tom! And I'll do what I can for
you. I mean, after all, I do owe it to you. You've done everything a boy can
do! You should be very proud of yourself. Oh! There's Sandee and you're not
dressed. And I'm not even packed. Oh, the other servants can do that for me. I
won't ask you to. That wouldn't be fair. And you probably wouldn't do a very
good job. I bet you'd just bury your face in the first blouse you picked up,
wouldn't you? Nothing would get done." She put me down and ran down the
hallway. I stood unsteadily and tried to follow but my legs weren't working
very well.

"Chlo!"

"Sans!"

I heard a lot of laughing and giggling, the masterful, lush tones of my wife
and the pathetic shrieks of her friend.

"Look at you! You look amazing!"

"I know! It's like so awesome."

"I can't believe my best friend is going to be one of the Hundred!"

"Me neither!"

"You look soooo different already!"

"Oh c'mon!"

"I MEAN it!"

They walked in, holding hands. It pained me to see Her touch someone else.
"THIS is your husband?"

"Uh huh."

"But he's, like, already so --

"Sssh! San-dee!

"You mean -- ow!"

"Sorry, but --" Chloe looked sharply at her friend.

"Yes, Chloe. He's, uh, beautiful."

She looked me up and down and I turned to Great Chloe and only then realized I
wasn't wearing any clothes and I covered my crotch with my hands. Great Chloe
looked at me and then back at her friend. "You will make SURE he's ok while
I'm away."

"Yes, of course. If you want. What part are they going to give you?"

I don't know yet. Most of the Hundred start out in awful places, like the
Midwest. But because of our connections I might get lucky and get a warm part,
like the Southwest."

"But that's so far away!"

"I know. But I'll be able to get a plane for you to visit anytime. And when
you graduate you can be one of my aides."

"Oh thanks!"

"But you have to do what I say, starting with Tom."

"I SAID I would, already!"

I was shocked at her disrespect. "Gr-gr --

"He's trying to speak!" Sandee squealed and laughed.

"Sandee!" Sandee looked abashed and seemed to shrink a couple of inches. Great
Chloe lifted me over Sandee and held me. "What is it Tom?"

"I-I"

"Why are you babying him?! He's, like worse than a CHILD!"

"It's not his fault. He wasn't like this yesterday. It's because of --"

"Chloe! Don't act like it's YOUR fault. It's the way men ARE. You're like, so
sentimental!"

"Well, he's my first, and if it wasn't for him --

"Someone else could've done it too. I mean, it could just be YOU! You and all
your daughters, and if they find out how and why, then maybe we'll all --

"I know. But still, I sort of feel ... and even if I shouldn't, I still want
to honor him."

Sandee rolled her eyes. "I'll do what you ask, oh Great One!"

They both giggled. "Now say hi to Mother, and I'll be right down." Sandee left
and Great Chloe looked into my eyes. I had a terrible feeling and I started to
tremble. Was I about to lose her?

"Dear Tom. Hold yourself together while I'm gone, will you? Be sure to eat and
take care of yourself, ok?" I nodded, letting her wisdom imprint itself upon
my being. Her love was almost too great to bear. She pressed me to her and I
drifted into heaven, coming yet again.

"Oh look what you've -- never mind. I can change." I felt myself falling off
to sleep and when I woke up she was gone.

19

Days went by but I had no sense of how many. I slept in the small room next to
Great Chloe's, getting up only to go to the toilet every so often and to try
to eat, but I ate so little that I rarely had to get up and as time passed it
was becoming harder and harder to climb out of bed. Sandee came by once a day
and tried to make me eat. The food tasted like paper to me, but I remembered
what Great Chloe had told me, and I did my best to eat as she told me. Sandee
seemed repulsive to me, her smell made me sick and even her form was hard to
look at even though, objectively, I could imagine that once I would have
thought her attractive. But she was nothing compared with Great Chloe. Still I
was grateful that she did as Great Chloe had asked. She seemed concerned about
me and I forced myself to smile at her, although it was obvious that my
greatest enthusiasm was for the fresh Me Doll she always brought me.

One day she looked at me in an odd way and then bent over me. I realized she
was going to try to kiss me. I tried to resist, but she easily swept my arms
away with one hand. "I'm doing this for your own good, you know," she said. I
was so angry, but with the lack of food I was growing weaker and weaker all
the time, and anyway, even with my full strength I would have been no match
for a teenage girl in this world. She looked me over and then fastened her
lips on me, just as Great Chloe had done before we were married. I was
frightened at first that what she was doing would take me away from Great
Chloe, but I felt nothing at all.

"Damn her!" Sandee said as she got up. "She really does have it." She frowned
at me. "What are you smirking at, you little dicklet! You'll be dead in less
than a month you know. If it'd worked I would have saved you, but you're
finished."

I looked up at her, my eyes questioning, until I saw the new Great Chloe Me
Doll on the table opposite the bed. "M-m-m" was all I could say, my eyes
locked onto it.

Sandee shook her head and closed her eyes. "Here's your precious doll," she
said, reaching back and handing it to me. I held it against my face, lost in
the ecstasy of my Wife's scent.

After that day I was unable to get up to the toilet. I was slightly
embarrassed that I had to wear a diaper now, but I accepted my fate. True I
was becoming weaker and weaker, but each day brought me closer to the
ceremony. I was determined to hold myself together, as Great Chloe had asked.
I was awake for shorter and shorter intervals now. Sandee fed me through a
straw and then with a baby bottle. I felt no shame. I was doing as She had
asked me. I waited patiently for Her.

And one day, while I was dreaming again of Her, I sensed a sweetening of the
air and the birds erupted in a singsong that was the music only the gods could
dream of in its beauty. I was rising in the air, safe, warm and loved. It was
Her Voice in my dream, more vivid and powerful than ever. I opened my eyes and
looked into Hers.

"I told you he was almost gone!" It was Sandee's coarse voice.

"There, there my little husband. Great Chloe is back. It's my day. Our day."

I beamed at Her in grateful thanks. She was dressed in a low cut gown of
glimmering gold thread and, even though it was hard to believe it was
possible, She felt even more muscular and harder than before. I would have
prostrated myself at Her feet in joy if I had the power, but She held me and I
could only look down at Her powerful bosom. I was dizzy with joy, surrounded
by Her. I clung to Her with my meager strength, exulting in the touch of Her
heavenly skin, drunk on Her scent. I shuddered as I orgasmed for the first
time since the day after She'd left, thankful my diaper had kept her clean
from my emissions.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was in a car,
strapped in to the seat and clutching a new Me Doll. She was in the front seat
with Great Mother Elaine, while Her father and I sat in back. Her voice filled
me with such happiness. I emptied my mind, letting the sounds fill me. Time
was nothing and the car stopped. Great Chloe Herself took me in Her arm and
carried me inside, placing me in the first row of men. Although I was far from
the stage She showed me where she would sit, and I could see her seat clearly.
It was her ceremony, honoring her as one of the Hundred. There were many
speeches from other members of that group but their words washed over me.
Great Chloe was too far away for me to sense Her, but I held my Me Doll and
looked at Her from afar. At one time a light shined on me and I heard applause
-- for me! I smiled, proud to be recognized for my role in making Her one of
the elite. But She was far more than they were. I knew that, and that gave me
even greater pleasure. Who could be greater than Great Chloe?

The light left me. There were more words. I started to get sleepy. And then I
felt a hand on me. I knew at once it wasn't Her hand. My eyes snapped open.

"Tom! Tom!! What's happened to you?"

I tried to focus my eyes. It was Debbie. My first wife. I frowned.

"Tom, did you hear me?"

"I -- I --

"You look like -- Oh Shit! You must have -- Oh no!"

Why was she getting so excited?

"You're her husband. You're the one who -- This is the extressence, isn't it?
When was the last time you ate?"

She was in my way. I couldn't see Great Chloe! I tried to move my head. "Ga wa

"What? You can't even speak!?"

Everyone was standing now, applauding. Debbie looked around, then lifted me
out of my chair and carried me out through a nearby door. What was she doing?!
The halls of the center were empty. Everyone was watching Great Chloe. I heard
a great cheer and another great round of applause. What was happening? I heard
the voice of Great Chloe. SHE was speaking now!!! I strained to hear Her
voice. Debbie pushed open some big doors. We were outside now. I could hear
nothing.

"Wa-wa-wa"

"What's WRONG with you? Oh God! How could I have left you like that! No matter
WHAT you did. If I'd only known!" She was running now, taking me further and
further away from Great Chloe!

"Nuh-nuh"

She was putting me into a car, strapping me in. "Oh you can't even hold your
head up! We're going to have to make another jump, I know it! But what if ...
oh, why can't you even talk to me?! I'm such an idiot!"

She was driving now. "Where can we go? We have to get out of town. They'll be
looking for you, won't they? She'll make them. She's like a Queen now. My
stupid niece is one of the rulers of the world. Oh what a world this is." I
heard a siren. There was a police car behind us. "What! Already?!" She turned
the corner and the police car turned too. It was gaining on us. They'd catch
her and return me to Great Chloe!! I thrilled inside. I was going back to HER!

"They're not going to let us get away, Tom. I can't let you die like this, in
thrall to my insipid niece. There's no other option. Mrumbi crah --

"N-n-no! N-n-o-t th-"

--een!"