Hippolyta's Girdle
Original author unidentified; new version by Marknew
The Dangers of Amazonian Lingerie 


Note: For some reason I've always liked this story. When it first came out, I
added a few details, as I sometimes do. Then last year I decided to expand it
more. Somehow I got a kick about keeping it in the original style, which
accounts for the strange paragraphs and the somewhat odd tone. It pleased me,
and I hope it pleases you.

I've appended the original version to the end of the story.

"Vanessa, did you get the ice cream? I told you we're all out," Steve bellowed
as soon as his wife came in with the groceries.

"I got it. But did we really need two gallons?" Vanessa said, as she walked
into the room. "It's all sugar and fat, you know."

"Hey, let me worry about what I eat. It's not like I'm unhealthy, you know,"
he said confidently flexing his large biceps and pinching his wife's butt.
"Heh, heh, we both know who's the one with the soft stuff around here."

Vanessa put down the heavy bags and slapped his hand away. She sighed. If he's
the stronger one why is she always the one carrying the heavy grocery bags?

Steve sat at the table reading the newspaper while Vanessa put the food away.

"Oh, hey, a package came for you while you were gone. It's from that crazy
sister of yours." He pointed at it, sitting next to him on top of the rest of
the mail and then picked it up in his large, meaty hand.

"Stop talking about Valerie that way. You know how much it ticks me off,"
Vanessa said, annoyed.

"Yeah, yeah. Well, I wonder what it is," he mused as he turned the rectangular
box on all sides and then shook it. "She's not exactly big on sending us
presents."

"Stop messing with it," Vanessa said, grabbing it from him. "It could be
fragile. And anyway, it's not addressed to you. It's for me, right? She's my
sister."

"She sure is, and if I were you I wouldn't be so loud to claim her. I'm sorry,
but you gotta admit, she can be really off the wall."

"Oooohh Steve! Sometimes ...." was her reply. She sat down with it on the sofa
and caught her breath.

Although Steve didn't care for Valerie, he was interested in what she had
sent.

After all, the return address was in Turkey.

'What is that crazy bitch doing in Turkey?', he wondered.

He watched Vanessa carefully unwrap the package.

['She always takes forever trying to preserve the wrapping paper', he thought.
‘And for what? Women!']

Finally she got it open and took the box out.

To his dismay she began to read the card rather than open the box right away.
It's not as if her sister were there watching her.

He walked over and peeked over her shoulder as she read it.

‘Sis,

I know it has been awhile since you have heard from me, but I need your help.

The package I have sent you contains a garment.

It's not just any garment, but a very rare and valuable piece and very old,
although I haven't been able to determine its true age.

The government here is holding me, and will not let me leave.

They suspect I found it, but they cannot prove it.

Ha ha, that's because I sent it to you immediately as an ordinary gift!

I'm convinced that this garment came from Hippolyta's Girdle!

Remember when we used to tell stories about her and the Amazons?

Anyway, I haven't been able to do my tests on it, but if I am right it has
VERY SPECIAL properties.

You must keep it safe and don't let it leave your house.

You can wear it if you want, but (ha ha) don't let Steve!

Love,

Valerie

P.S.

Don't worry. My lawyer says they will have to let me out soon and then I'll
come right home. See you then.'

Steve stifled a chuckle, then snickered, then laughed aloud.

"Who the hell is Hippolyta, and what does her underwear have to do with
anything," he said through guffaws. "As if I'd wear some old Turkish
nightgown!"

"Don't you dare laugh at my sister," Vanessa said, clearly irritated. "She's a
well-respected anthropologist. I swear, Steve, for a college-educated man, you
can be so dense."

"Well-respected or not," Steve replied, "even in her field she's way out
there."

"What are you saying?" she said, though she understood his meaning fully.

"I'm saying," he straightened himself, "that she's so far out of the
mainstream

she's not even in the same body of water."

Anger flashed in her eyes, but instead of replying she turned her attention to
the box.

She opened the end and took a cream-colored garment into her hands.

She let it unfold onto her lap and examined it.

It looked just like a piece of lingerie, even sexier than anything she had,
except that it was very large for a female. The shoulder straps were far
enough apart to accommodate an average man.

When she held it up for a better look, she could see it reflected many colors
of light in all directions.

"Look at this, Steve," she said, momentarily forgetting her anger. "It's
beautiful."

"I am looking," he replied. "Sheesh, this could sell for millions on EBAY."

It seemed to shine with an energy all its own, like the aurora borealis, he
thought.

He had thoughts of seeing Vanessa in it, 'hmmmmmm yummy'. Lust began to rise
in him rapidly.

"Honey," he began, do you think.......ummmmmmm, would you....ahh....."

"Try it on?" she interrupted him, cocking her head to the side in a feminine
manner and smiling. She drew her arms back and displayed her imposing bust.

"Uhhhh.......yeah," he said.

['Dammit, I hate the way she can do that', he thought, but he couldn't help
his reaction.]

Steve controlled every aspect of their lives. He considered himself a "man's
man," at 6'3" and a fit and muscular 245lbs. A successful executive at a
prestigious electrical engineering firm, he was a natural leader of men.

Of men, however, not women. In bed Vanessa always had control. At 5'2" 105
lbs., with 34D cup breasts on a petite shapely frame and shoulder length
blonde hair, she was in spite of her small size a knock-out, and whenever she
used her 'feminine wiles' he responded instantly. He couldn't help himself.

He should be demanding that she wear it, but he knew from experience that
would get him nowhere, so all he could do was ask.

Vanessa took the garment by the shoulders and shook it out in front of her.

It reached down just past her knees.

"Uhhhh, but I don't think this is going to fit," she said.

She was right, it was nearly twice as wide as she was.

"C'mon hun," he pleaded, "the thought of you in that really starts my motor."

"It is lovely, but look at the size," she said, "I'd feel like a little girl
playing in a grownup's clothes!"

"What's wrong with that?," he said "Besides," he said with a grin, "you're the
size of a little girl. Hey, didn't anyone ever tell you it was ‘dangerous' to
play with the big boys?" He was hoping she'd play that game but he had
misjudged her mood of annoyance -- from carrying in the groceries and his
unfriendly remark about Valerie.

She glared up at him and her eyes flashed anger, "Why don't YOU wear it if it
turns you on so much!"

She slammed the garment into his chest and went back to the sofa to sit down.

The lights sparkled.

She plopped down roughly and folded her arms in front of her, hiding her
breasts from his view.

['Arrrghh', she thought, 'why does the big oaf have to ruin everything! I wish
that he knew what a pain it was to be so small and weak. It's no joke.']

For years Vanessa had worked out regularly in an effort to make herself
stronger, but although she kept a firm, toned body and ate well, no matter how
hard she worked she never gained any real strength. He was so much stronger
than she was even though she was so disciplined while he exercised irregularly
and was always eating junk food.

Lately, she had taken to using his bench press and weights.

He never liked this, having to bring them way back to where he needed them
after she used them.

The last time he had said to her, "Why don't you work out with the aerobic
weights I bought especially for you? It's not going to do you any good to
bench press. You're too small to put on much muscle; and anyway we all know
your feminine hormones won't let you build them up like mine. Isn't that just
part of being a girl? Not that I'm complaining. Being small and soft and sexy
is exactly what I love about you."

'GRRRRR', she thought. She hated the way he was so condescending about his
strength. She knew she didn't need big muscles, but she desperately wished she
were stronger. Even just to surprise him every now and then. To keep him on
his toes. To make him just a little bit less ‘cocky'.

2.

Steve knew full well she was sensitive about her stature.

He also knew he had just stepped on the other side of the invisible line women
were always drawing to suit themselves. As if any man could EVER know exactly
where it was!

He put a hand on her shoulder in a last attempt, "I'm really sorry, Vanessa,"
he started. "It was just an idea for a game. Look... you can be the little
girl playing in big sis's clothes and I can come home to catch you.......and
administer some punishment" he said, and smiled again. "But it wouldn't really
hurt. I promise."

"I'm not going to be your little girl," she said and shrugged his hand away.

['Damn' he thought.]

He had a lot of sexual tension built up now.

"Oh well, whatever," he said curtly, "I'm going to go 'WORK OUT' then."

He tossed the garment towards her and it landed over her head.

"Don't you mean go whack off?" she yelled after him, jerking the garment from
her head.

"You might as well, that's all you're going to get today, buster."

After he left she looked again at the garment.

Running her fingers lightly over it, she felt how soft it was.

'It does make me feel sexy. No wonder he wanted me to try it on,' she thought
sympathetically.

A grin spread across her face, as a tingly sensation worked its way around her

thighs and up to her breasts.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," a moan escaped her lips.

She took the garment and headed upstairs for her bedroom.

Laying it on the bed she stripped off her shorts, her top and her bra.

She picked it up and stood before the full length mirror.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she ran the garment over her naked body.

Meanwhile, Steve walked into the workout room and found his weights.

'Damn', they only had one barbell on each side, 'she's been at it again'.

As he added weight to the barbells, his mind kept straying to that garment.

All those colors, the soft feel, the way it seemed to draw him towards it.

He once again started thinking about Vanessa wearing it.

A warmth started building in his groin, so that by the time he had the
required weights all set up, he didn't want to work out anymore.

"Screw this," he said, leaving the barbell on the floor for later, and turned
to head back to the living room to try again with Vanessa, but she wasn't
there.

['Hmmmm' he thought. ‘Maybe she changed her mind.']

He headed upstairs.

He was almost to the door of their bedroom when he heard his wife sigh.

He peeked around the door slyly and came up short.

There was his wife, naked, standing in front of the mirror, moaning and
rubbing

the garment all over her curvy body.

She rubbed it around her thighs then through her legs slowly and gently.

Then she brought it up higher and wrapped it around her large breasts, moaning
softly as she did.

Steve put his own hand over his groin and began to massage his manhood, which
was already pulsating.

He watched, fascinated, as Vanessa brought the garment up to her head and
began to put it on.

He had to fight an urge to ravish her there and then, but he watched on,
hypnotized.

She brought the garment over her head and let it fall to its full length,
below her knees. She was swimming in it, as though it were made for someone
twice her size.

Another, louder, moan of pleasure came from her lips.

Then, as he watched, the garment began to glow, dimly at first, then more
brightly.

Then it seemed to be shrinking, molding itself to Vanessa's body, until it fit
like it was made just for her. As the glow from the garment died out, she
looked at him through the mirror's reflection but it was as if she didn't
recognize him as her husband, only as a man. A man whom she needed right now.

Something in that look made him feel he should run away, but his urge to have
sex with her was much stronger.

She turned around and looked directly at him, hands on her hips. Her eyes were
searching his body. And then she was Vanessa again.

"Steve. Make love to me. Now. Right now."

"Vanessa, sure. Yes. But what just happened to that garment?" he stammered.

Her eyes were dreamy and soft as if she was in a trance. "It's perfect, isn't
it Steve. I want you so much. Come to me," she said. "Come right now," she
went on, holding her thin arms out to him. "I can't wait another second." She
slowly moved her hands back to her body and pressed them against her breasts,
pushing them out the top of the garment.

An animal passion erupted in Steve.

He covered the distance between them in a flash and swept her up in his arms,
throwing her onto the bed.

He took his shorts off and started to take his t-shirt off, but before he
could

Vanessa grabbed him by it, and pulled him down next to her on the bed.

"Whoa" he cried, startled by the eager force of her grip.

He was flat on his back and she crawled on top of him slowly, giving him a
long look at her breasts dangling inside the garment.

She practically attacked him, alternating licking, kissing and biting. Her
hands ranged all over, greedily touching his well-developed biceps and pecs,
grabbing at his muscled thighs and his tight butt.

He tried to remove the garment to touch her skin, but she shook her head
fiercely.

It didn't matter. He could feel the warmth and softness of her breasts right
through it, and its texture made him tingle with desire.

And anyway, most importantly, it was open at the bottom.

And she was ready, warm and very, very wet. She reached down and pulled his
tool into position and then impaled herself on him, drawing him into her small
body as far as he could go. He was further in than ever before.

Once he had entered her, she began to buck like a wild mustang. She came
almost immediately but made it clear she wanted more and he should wait.
Quickly she built up another head of steam. Soon she had come four times on
top, each time more passionately. She almost hurting him, coming down hard on
his groin with all her weight to push him deeper and deeper inside her.

He reached up to her hips to slow her down so that he could find his own
rhythm and finally come too, but she shook her head insistently, wanting to
keep control. He desperately needed to come, but he knew better than to use
his strength to fight back, knowing she was liable to fly off the handle again
and leave him unsatisfied. But then she started tensing her muscles so
passionately and clenching at him inside so hard that there was nothing either
of them could do to stop him coming. He pushed into her with enough strength
to lift her into the air as she pressed into him all the more, her legs
perhaps hooked around him or the bed. His orgasm was an explosion, and as his
juices poured into her his head began to spin, and then ... it all went black.

3.

When he awoke he saw Vanessa had taken off the garment and was putting on her
spandex shorts. He sat up slowly. He was groggy and a little dizzy.

She noticed he was awake and walked to the bed. She stood over him and placed
a hand on his head.

"Hey," she said gently, "Are you ok? I really knocked you out big guy, didn't
I?"

"Hey yourself," he replied weakly, trying to get up. His body felt heavy. "I
feel kind of drained. What happened?"

"Drained is right!" she said, satisfied and happy. "You filled me up, baby,
like never before. I feel great! But I hope I didn't ... hurt you, did I?" she
smiled playfully. "I hope I wasn't too rough with my baby."

"That'd be the day" he lied. His arms felt sore when he pushed himself up.
"C'mon. You know I'm ready for another round. Any time, any place."

She grabbed at his now limp tool and laughed. "Sure you are! Just look at your
rod of steel."

He eyed her. "Very funny."

She stretched and started walking away.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know. I feel energized. I think I'm going to work out. You can join
me -- if you feel up to it!"

"Ha ha!" he replied. "Give me a few minutes to stretch my legs and I'll see
you downstairs. Just let me work out with the barbell first and then I'll
lower the weights for you."

Vanessa stepped into the workout room. She looked at the bar and barbells
Steve had loaded on for himself and then wistfully at her slender arms.

They were smooth and feminine, with just the smallest trace of a biceps even
when she flexed them as hard as she could.

She loved her female shape and the power it gave her, especially over Steve.
She didn't exactly want bulging muscles, but she so wished that she were
stronger.

She hated having to wait for her husband to change the weights. It made her
feel like she wasn't really fully grown up. That she was too dependent on him.

['It's not fair that MY arms will never be able to lift that kind of weight,
no matter how hard I work and how energetic I feel' she thought with some
resentment. ‘Maybe it's not exactly his fault that he's stronger than me, but
he so enjoys being stronger and always makes sure I know it. And THAT'S his
fault. Hmmmph!']

She knew that she was being at least slightly illogical but her thoughts made
her feel at least part way vindicated in her feelings.

She stepped over behind the bench and looked again at the bar laying there.

['Wouldn't it just be great to be able to reach down', she thought as she
reached down and encircled the bar with her slender fingers, 'and lift it
right up the way he does'?]

She pulled on the bar just to try the weight, and to her surprise it came
right up with her.

She was so surprised that she dropped it to the floor with a loud thud that
shook the floor. In fact, it shook the whole house.

Steve heard the noise and knew immediately what had happened.

He got up and started to run down the hall, but it felt like he was running
through molasses. His legs seemed heavier than usual, and his arms more
cumbersome.

He actually had to push himself to keep running down the stairs.

He kept going and arrived at the workout room slightly out of breath.

He burst in and saw Vanessa standing with a shocked look on her face, still
looking down at the bar.

He ran over and grabbed her by the shoulder, "Are you all right?" he asked
excitedly.

When she didn't answer he gripped harder to get her attention.

She seemed very stiff, like she was in a trance and holding her body very
rigid.

He shook her but had a hard time moving her. He tried harder, very hard it
seemed to him, and yelled, "Vanessa! Are you all right?"

She seemed to come out of it and looked up at him.

"Wha what.........oh yeah...Steve...I-I....it ... it slipped."

"Well yeah! I guess it would" he said agitated. "You could have been seriously
hurt! What the hell were you thinking?"

"I don't really know......it just slipped."

"Good lord, Vanessa, you should know better than to mess with that much
weight,

that's how much I use for my workout," he said. Actually, he was shouting.

"It's far too much for you to move. Don't you know that?!"

She looked at him blankly.

He rolled his eyes. [‘Women!']

Steve bent down to pick the barbell up off the floor and put it back. He
grasped the bar and lifted.

It didn't move.

He lifted again, pulling harder -- harder than he should have to.

Again the bar refused to come off the floor.

He glanced towards Vanessa.

She was eyeing him suspiciously, like she was wondering what kind of game he
was playing this time.

[‘Was he, like, pretending to be her, pretending he was too weak to lift the
barbell? It would be just like him!' she thought, annoyed at him all over
again.]

He straightened out and centered himself on the bar, bent down and tried
again.

For a third time the bar failed to do what it was supposed to do.

He checked the disks to make sure Vanessa hadn't played a trick on him and
doubled the weight. Satisfied, he grit his teeth and pulled with all his
might.

Still the bar did not move.

With a roar he attacked the barbell, grunting and groaning, pulling and
moaning.

Determination showed on his red face as he strained every muscle.

Vanessa watched him closely. His arms and his muscles looked normal,
responding the way they usually did when he worked out, his triceps bunching
up, growing much larger, with the cute dimple in the back of his arm showing.

But still he couldn't manage to move the bar even a fraction of an inch off
the floor. When he stood up his face was all red and he was breathing heavily.

[‘He's not faking.' she decided. ‘He's not making fun. He can't lift it. He
really can't lift it.']

A thought struck her.

['I lifted that bar with ease like Steve usually does, and yet Steve can't
budge it, just like me. Just like me ... before.' ]

A thrill ran through her like an electric shock, all at once making her giddy
and light-headed with excitement.

[‘That old story! But no! It couldn't be!' she thought.]

She played over in her mind the scene of Steve struggling to lift the barbell.

['But I wonder if it could be......']

She had to know.

What's more, she had to show him.

"Hey, Steve, what's going on? Why can't you lift it?"

"I dunno," he replied, "I guess maybe I'm still kind of tired. Or maybe sick."

She moved forward and placed one hand on his right arm, and one on his
forehead.

"I don't think know about that. You don't feel hot," she said, "not at all."

She squeezed his biceps slightly. They were as big as ever, but they felt
different.

['Soft, pliant', she thought. ‘Mushy and squishy' followed, and then 'like a
girl's' she concluded, mischievously.]

"Hey," Steve jumped, "not so hard." He tried to pull away from her, but she
still held his arm in her hand.

She let go. A smile crossed her face and then her expression she grew serious.

"Hmmmmmmm, but we have to move that barbell. It's dangerous lying there on the
floor where one of us could trip on it. I better try myself."

She moved towards the barbell.

Steve stepped in front of her.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.

"I'm going to put the bar back on the stand, honey, so no one trips on it.
Just tidying up, you know, doing the things we little girls like to do."

With that, she grasped his shoulders firmly and pushed him aside, gently and
easily, just as she would move a small child standing in the way.

He stared at her incredulously.

She flipped her hair and wiggled her butt.

"Yup. If the boys can't manage to put their things away, then it has to be us
girls," she said, as if to herself.

She bent down and grasped the bar, then with a little bitty grunt stood up
with the bar in her hands.

She looked at her husband's face and saw the shock it registered; if his lower

jaw wasn't attached, it would be on the ground.

Still holding it, she shrugged at him. She calmly and smoothly placed it on
the bench.

She brushed off her hands, looked around the room and turned to face him,
hands on her hips, with a tight, satisfied smile.

"There! All neat and tidy! It makes me feel much better!"

[‘And how!' she thought. ‘Mustn't show Steve just how good I feel!']

"Wha...........how did you.........but you can't.........what the hell is
going on here?"

She watched him calmly and let him speak. She was in no hurry.

"What kind of ... must be a trick..... you can't ......how in the world did
you lift that?"

She looked up at him calmly and blinked a few times. This was fun. Now she
wasn't really minding being smaller than him. He can have his big ol' muscles
too!

"You're the expert on lifting weights, right Steve? You tell me."

He shook his head, mystified.

He went over to the bench and looked at the bar and the weights carefully but
everything looked completely normal.

"Could it be my training is finally paying off, hmmmmmmmm"? she asked
playfully while he bent down and examined the equipment.

"Or maybe you're thinking, ‘No one improves like that. Not that fast.'"

"How about, ‘no one can lift that much without showing some more muscle than
this.' Hmmmmm?" She flexed her tiny biceps.

Steve looked up at her, realizing she was mocking him. "Well of course they
can't!" Steve exploded. "So how could you lift it when I couldn't manage it
just now, not even using all my strength!" Steve exclaimed.

"Indeed! Not that it should take all your strength to do it, right? I mean,
you should be able to do it pretty easily. After all, you used to."

"That's just what I'm saying!" he said, his frustration showing. "It just
doesn't make sense."

"Oh, I don't know about that. Actually it makes perfect sense......if you
think about it a teeny-weeny bit more," Vanessa said.

Steve was screwing up his eyes, looking at her as though she were crazy.

"You're just not thinking clearly......or hard enough. Maybe you just need to
use some ‘out of the box' thinking. Like this." She mimed opening the box from
Valerie, held out her hands above her head like she was putting on a garment
and shimmied her body like she was sliding it on. She lowered her hands to
blow on her nails, polished them against her spandex top and then looked at
him, her eyebrows raised. "Hmmmmm?"

He stared at her.

"Awww, honey. Don't you remember? My 'crazy' sister? Her 'off the wall' ideas?
Hippolyta's Girdle? The old story about the Amazons?" She watched him, waiting
for it to sink in.

"Hmmmmmmmm?"

His eyes were still screwed up, like he was struggling.

"Is it sinking in yet?" She held out her thin arm, blew on her biceps and
admired it. She twisted her wrist back and forth.

"You're saying ... it's ... the fucking girdle?" he sputtered. "The
girdle??!!"

"Oh yes! It's the girdle," she said, mimicking him, repeating his words.

"You think some supposed artifact your crazy sister sent you in the mail from
Turkey made you strong enough to lift that bar????" Steve said.

"Yes! To lift ... that ... bar," she repeated, pointing at it, putting her
hands down and then pretending to lift.

"Mmmmmm hmmmmmm. Yes. I do. I certainly do," she added, letting the thought
ricochet around in his head.

He was shaking his head. "And you think, you actually think, that thing took
away my strength, that a piece of cloth made me weaker?"

"Weaker," she repeated, nodding, pointing at him. "Yes. Made you weaker." She
pointed at herself. "Made me stronger too." She brushed her hands together.
"Yes. That's it. Exactly."

[‘Oh, I AM being obnoxious. So obnoxious' she thought. ‘What fun!']

"And the next thing you'll tell me is my name is Samson and yours is Delilah
and you cut my hair while I was sleeping!" he said sarcastically.

"While you were sleeping," Vanessa said. She looked at him appraisingly and
made a cutting motion with two fingers. "You are looking a bit shaggy, Steve."

"But no, sweetie." She pounded her chest, gently. "Me Vanessa. Me not
Delilah."

"But," speaking in her normal tone of voice, "to be precise, I think the
girdle swapped our strength." She pointed to his arm with her forefinger, then
to hers and then back to his. She moved her index finger, like she was firing
a gun. "Bang!" she said.

He frowned. "Come on Vanessa, you can't have my strength."

She grinned. "Why? ‘Cause I didn't say please?"

He rolled his eyes, ignoring her stupid joke. "Because it's impossible."

She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Says you. I bet my sister would
beg to differ. And actually, knowing her, she wouldn't beg."

"Come on! Look at us. I'm more than a foot taller than you, and I weigh more
than twice as much as you."

"Oh, I know that, honey! You're very big."

He was flexing his arm. The muscle rose up, but it didn't feel quite right to
him. He was shocked at how soft it felt, how undefined it looked. Something
was wrong, he knew. But what Vanessa was saying was totally absurd.
Ridiculous!

"What's the matter, honey? Having trouble finding your strength?" she teased.

She rolled up the sleeve on her top. "You should be looking for it over here?"
she said. "Right here," pointing at her tiny muscle.

He thought it glowed slightly, like the girdle, but it must be his imagination
playing tricks on him. The power of suggestion. "You can't seriously think
that your little muscle is stronger than mine? That you're stronger than me?
Can you?" Steve said, his voice rising in exasperated disbelief. It wasn't a
question.

"Welllll," she said and looked over at the bar.

Vanessa pointed at her small, thin arm again. It appeared to be as soft and
smooth as ever. She flexed it and her tiny muscles rose slightly. Something
about them seemed different. Was there now a blue outline of a vein, a tiny,
feminine cousin of the vein that used to be visible on his arm? Or was there a
faint iridescent glow? She touched the muscle with the tip of her finger and
couldn't help but raise her eyebrow. That tiny little muscle of hers was hard!
Hard like steel!

[‘This would give him a bit of a shock,' she thought smugly.]

"Why don't you come over her and feel it, hunnypoo?" Vanessa said, wiggling
her hips.

Steve wouldn't bite. "C'mon Vanessa. I'm not into squeezing your little
biceps."

She batted her eyes and looked up to him. "C'mon babes! Don't you want to feel
what kind of muscle it takes to lift those weights?"

He rolled his eyes. "Will you give me a break! That was a fluke. No way you're
stronger than me" he said.

Vanessa pouted. "OK. How about a little test then?" she said playfully. "A
contest. Why don't we .... wrestle!"

"Oh, no! I don't want to hurt you, babe. Forget it," he retorted.

"Ohhhhhhh I don't think we need to worry about that. Not anymore," she smiled.

She put one hand on her hip and pushed it to the side in a very feminine pose.
"But I promise to try not to hurt you." She shifted her hip back and forth. "I
prom-m-mise!" she added in as sexy a voice as she could.

Steve couldn't believe his ears. She was going way too far.

"You really want to wrestle me?" he asked.

She nodded. She put her hands on both hips and stuck out her chest, like a
tough girl. "Yeah!"

He stared at her. The sexy pose was getting to him. How could he resist
getting his hands on that!

"Ok, you asked for it. But no crying when I spank your ass."

She pursed her lips into a kiss and turned her backside to him, wagging it
from side to side.

"Oooooo woooo wooooo! Dooooo be gentle with me, big boy."

"C'mon, let's get on with it," he said and moved to the middle of the room. "I
don't understand what's gotten into you tonight."

"But I know exactly what's gotten into me," she replied, "and you're about to
find out!"

She walked over next to him, giving her hips an exaggerated feminine sway.

"Ready?" he asked when she got there.

"Yup," she replied. "This bad little girl's ready for her lesson."

He sprang at her right away, bent down, grabbed both her legs, and tried to
lift and topple her.

To his amazement, he couldn't move her. It felt to him like she weighed 500
pounds.

She stifled a giggle and put her hand on his head to tousle his hair.

He tried again, using all of his leg and arm strength -- to no avail.

"Don't you remember, Steve?," she said sweetly, without any sound of strain in
her voice, as he struggled to lift her or knock her off-balance, "The most I
could ever lift was 40 pounds or so. And you know about how much I weigh,
maybe 105?"

He grunted, continuing to try.

"Hey babes, didn't you hear me? I'm more than twice as much woman as you can
handle, wrestling-wise. This little girl is way out of your weight-class now."

Steve grunted again, putting aside the temptation to respond to her taunting.

Still, he decided to change tactics.

Instead of trying to lift her he pushed forward with all his might, trying to
knock her off balance.

He nearly succeeded.

His sudden shift in attack caught Vanessa by surprise and she moved backwards
a step.

[‘At last,' he thought. ‘He was driving her back. This will show her!']

She stuck her leg behind her to brace herself.

In a moment, she stopped him cold.

They were both surprised at how quickly she did it and how easy it was for
her.

She looked down at him pushing on her, using all his diminished strength while
she was still hardly trying.

"My, my Steven!" she again teased, "you sure WERE a LOT stronger than me!" she
laughed. "Tell me, is this how you always felt with ME? Was I really THAT much
of a pushover for you?"

She pushed off with her back foot a little harder and he lost the step he'd
gained. She took another step forward and he lost more ground.

"I'm just taking a little walk," she said, calmly, "with my sweetie pushover."

['What is wrong with me, I can't let this happen', he thought.]

He was getting frantic. All his muscles were straining and his face was red.

Vanessa started to giggle when she saw his feet slipping on the carpet as he
tried to push her back again.

"AWWWWW, can't get a grip, honey? I really admire your spirit. Don't give up.
You just keep on trying like you're doing, Steve, 'cause it's soooooo cute."

She started walking again, pushing him across the room at will.

Poor Steve was doing his best. His feet were searching for something to grip
on

the floor when they hit the wall.

At last with an anchor, he pushed one last time with all his might.

But instead of moving her back again, he felt a strong grip on his shoulders
and he was pushed upright, and then back against the wall and
then.............

pinned against it.

Vanessa grabbed him by the shoulders and applied some of her strength.

She was amazed at how easy it was to push him into the wall, how little
resistance he put up.

He put his hands on her shoulders in an unsuccessful attempt to fend her off,
but he couldn't move her at all.

She moved her hands down slightly, from his shoulders to his arms, pinning
them to the wall too.

She played with his biceps. Her fingers probed and prodded.

"Ooooh, so soft and squishy, huns. I think it's time you hit those weights
harder!"

His eyes burned.

"This...has...nothing...to...do...with...my...workouts!" he grunted, his lungs
heaving. "You...KNOW....that!"

"Do I really? What IS it, then? It couldn't be my sister's girdle. Could it be
maybe your unhealthy eating habits? Missing your regular gym dates?"

He said nothing, still straining to free himself.

"You're not going anywhere, darling. I want to know what you think."

"You know damn well what I think, Vanessa!" he said, grimacing. "Let me go!"

"You look so cute when you get angry! But what's on your mind? Is it something
to do with my sister? My darling, lovely sister? The one who sends me such
lovely presents?"

He mumbled something she couldn't hear.

"What was that?" she said. She took his wrists and crossed his arms against
his chest and pushed, not to hurt him, but making it a bit harder for him to
breathe.

"Let ... go," he managed.

"Say, ‘please'," she said, thrilled at her absolute control over his body.

When he didn't respond she pushed harder still.

Steve was a game competitor and didn't give up easily, but eventually his need
to breathe overrode his pride.

"Please," he gasped with the last bits of air left to him.

"Ok," Vanessa said. She let go and stepped aside.

"That was all you needed to say," she quipped, and smiled up at him in a
kindly way.

He was breathing hard, regaining his oxygen, relieved that the strange battle
was over. But he wasn't looking at Vanessa.

Just as he had nearly recovered his breath she reached up to his shoulders
again and started pulling. Almost immediately he bent over, unable to resist.
She stuck her leg out and pulled him over it, tripping him and toppling him to
the ground.

He looked up at her incredulously and started to get up, but she dropped onto
one knee, placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back down, holding him in
place with one hand.

"Now ... do you ‘give'?"

He looked furious. He grabbed her wrist with both hands to pull it off.

She could see his muscles were fully pumped. It was weird that as large as
they were there was so little strength in them.

And so much strength in hers.

She couldn't resist teasing. "Come ON, honey. Why don't you put some real
muscle into it?"

She climbed over and straddled him, just as she had done earlier when they
were making love.

But this was different. This was a fight, not sex.

Instead of letting him feel her up, she took his wrists in her hands.

He knew what she intended to do next and started thrashing and bucking, trying
to throw her off, but he couldn't lift her weight. He didn't have the
strength.

He was completely trapped.

She smiled at him and steadily pushed his arms down to the floor and pinned
them too.

"My, my, see how the 'mighty' have fallen," she teased.

She bent down and licked his face and peppered it with little kisses.

"It's so much easier being strong -- doing just what I like with your lovely
body whenever I want to. Remember, sweetie?"

Steve looked stricken. "Vanessa, please let me up, you're hurting me, and ...
and I can't do anything to stop you. It feels ... it feels like you're ...."

His voice trailed off. He couldn't say it.

Vanessa saw his complete humiliation.

Her heart melted in her chest, and she got off him and helped him to his feet.

"I'm really sorry, Steve," she said sincerely, "I didn't mean to hurt you like
this."

She hugged him gently and buried her head in his chest. She was crying.

She hadn't meant to break him, as a man. She hoped she hadn't.

She stayed there for quite a while.

"Vanessa, what are we going to do........what if this is permanent........what
if we can't switch our strengths back.........We can't go through life this
way," he finally said, his voice breaking emotionally.

Vanessa was sympathetic. She didn't want him to be broken, but still, she
liked the way things were now. She wanted to help him, but she was clear in
her mind that this was his problem, not theirs and not hers. He had to accept
that.

"'We' can't? Speak for yourself," she murmured under her breath.

"What?" he said, "What did you say?"

He was shocked, offended, at what he thought he heard.

She looked up to him.

"I said ... never mind. I'm sorry you've lost your strength but.....I'm not
sorry I'm strong."

"Vanessa! I'm a man, and I'm as weak as a woman. I can't live like that! "

"I don't know about that. Why not? We women seem to survive ok as 'weaklings'.
Surely it's not so hard that a man can't do it?"

"But Vanessa!" he said heatedly. "It's also ... you're being so strong... the
way it happened. It's not ... it's not ... natural!"

Vanessa made a little smile and held out her slender arm. "Now, now. It looks
natural, 100% natural, to me. Nothing artificial. Not at all!"

His muscles tensed with rage. "But this isn't fair. You now it's my strength.
You stole it from me!"

She stared up at him with a slight smile. Although he had never hit her, his
anger still used to frighten her. Now it didn't intimidate her at all.

[‘This is nice. Really, really nice,' she thought feeling totally safe and in
control.]

"Oh no I didn't. It's not ‘stealing' if it's an accident. I wasn't out to take
your strength away from you. It just happened. It's not my fault that you
couldn't resist me when I wore Hippolyta's girdle," she said with a wink.

She pulled him closer and fondled his chest with one hand and his crotch with
the other and then leaned back, showing off the way her bust pushed out her
spandex top.

"You still can't resist me, can you!"

He couldn't help looking, to her evident satisfaction, and he started getting
harder.

Vanessa stood so close she was touching him. Knowing she was so much stronger
and could not only seduce him but ‘have her way' with him was a bit
frightening, but it was also, he had to admit, incredibly arousing. And his

[‘But no! This is no good!' he thought.]

[‘Oh wow! I could just eat him up,' she thought, reveling in all the different
meanings that phrase gave their current situation.]

He tried a different tack. "Vanessa, please! This is important. How can you
joke about it?"

"I'm not joking," she said, squeezing his butt. "Does it feel like I'm
joking?"

"You should stop getting so emotional," she said evenly. "Relax. Enjoy."

Steve stared at her. He tried to pull back, but couldn't resist the pressure
of her hand on his butt.

Still, his whole body stiffened in resistance. "What did you just say?!"

Maybe she was going too far. At least for now. She eased the pressure, and
touched him more gently.

"OK. I'm sorry. I'm just really hot for you right now. But I guess you're not
in the mood."

"I'm, uh, a little preoccupied."

[‘Could've fooled me,' she thought, reluctantly.]

"Well, look, Steve, don't waste your brainpower. Let's not pretend we don't
know what happened. Obviously the girdle caused it. There's no other
explanation, right?"

Admitting it, at last, Steve said, "OK. Yeah."

"And there's nothing we can do about it. Neither of us knows how it works. I
think it would be too dangerous to experiment with it further."

She knew her logic was flawless. She had his strength. And she was going to
keep it.

Then she delivered the coup de grace. "The only person who might be able to
help you is my sister, Valerie."

It was a hammer blow. Steve well knew that with her views, and knowing what
Steve thought of her, Valerie would be the last person on Earth to help him
take his strength away from her own sister.

Steve's only chance was if Vanessa asked Valerie to do it. And it sure seemed
clear that she wouldn't.

"We have to do something," he stated, deciding for both of them.

Vanessa was silent.

Steve repeated his position. "We can't just stand here and do nothing."

"Sure we can, Steve" she said flatly, "Valerie is the only one who knows

anything about this, and she's halfway across the world. Until she gets
here...we just have to go on as best we can."

"That's easy for you to say. You can do all the things you usually do ... and
more."

He cut himself short, not wanting to play up all the advantages she had now.

"So can you, Steve. You can go to work every day, run your projects, send your
emails, boss your secretary around and go to meetings. Just how much physical
strength do you need to do that?"

"But you're overlooking all the little things! What are people at work going
to say when I shake hands with no grip at all, like a girl ... or worse?
Look!"

He grasped Vanessa's hand and squeezed. Vanessa watched his biceps bunch as he
increased the pressure.

"That's fine," she said, eventually satisfied. "You see? You can cope. Just
remember to squeeze as hard as you can. You're not supposed to break people's
fingers anyway. Just remember not to grit your teeth."

[Although she thought, ‘I bet a lot of the women he works with have a firmer
grip than that!']

Steve complained, "But that was really hard, Vanessa. Maybe you didn't
notice.......

[‘Oh yes I did,' she thought.]

."..but it took nearly all my strength to do that. I wouldn't be able to shake
hands like that with more than a couple of people an hour."

She shrugged. "You'll adapt. So you won't shake hands as much. Big deal!"

"But it's a lot more than that. You saw how you pushed me around before."

[‘Yeah, that was fun,' she thought.]

"I'm going to get knocked down every time somebody bumps into me!"

"Hey! Welcome to my world!" She tapped on his chest for emphasis. "So you'll
have to walk carefully and watch where you're going, big guy. Big men like you
should be doing that anyway. At least, unlike your wife here, you're big
enough that they'll see you coming. And you won't be walking on heels like
me!"

"Yeah, well, what about my weekly golf game? Can you just see me at the tee?
Driving the ball 40 yards? I'll be the laughing stock!"

Vanessa looked at him, trying to keep a straight face while she played in her
head, over and over, a vision of him swinging the driver with all his strength
and producing a little chip shot.

"And bowling with Fred and Nate? With only your strength I'd be using 8 pound
bowling balls!"

Now she was envisioning him with the bright pink balls she always had to use
when they went together.

She had to try very hard to suppress a giggle. She had to say something. She
couldn't take much more of this without laughing out loud.

"There are other sports," was all she could manage but couldn't think of any
offhand, since with her strength and his big body, he'd be pretty clumsy and
slow. "And other hobbies," she added.

"Yeah, hobbies. Like reading? Sewing? Cooking?"

[‘Yum' she thought. ‘Not to mention cleaning house.']

"And what about you? How long are you going to be happy with a man who's half
as strong as you are?"

Vanessa looked up, staring deeply into Steve's eyes. "Oh, Steve! How could you
even think that!"

[‘On the contrary, I feel like jumping you again right now'!' she thought,
‘You delicious piece of
not-even-half-as-strong-as-I-am-piece-of-putty-in-my-hands.']

She put one hand on his arm and fingered his chest lightly with the other.

"Steve, nothing that happened today makes me love or want you any less. You'll
just have to bear with it for now. It won't be as bad as you're imagining. I'm
sure of it."

He wasn't mollified one bit.

He turned away and put on his determined face.

"I'm sorry, but I can't look at it that way," he said.

"You think this is all fun and games, but it's not. I have to do something to
get my strength back. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go look at that
garment more closely."

She pulled back from him and shook her head. "Great hon, have it your way,
then. Go see what you can figure out by yourself."

"But if you're going to do that, then I'm going to go off and have some fun
and games myself -- I think I'll see just how much weight this little
powergirl can pump. That should be fun!"

"Yeah, you enjoy it. But don't forget. It's my strength," he said, as he
turned to go.

[She thought, 'Oh no it's not. Not anymore!']

But instead, teasing him, she said "Oh babes, you know I'm always very good
when I use your things. So don't worry. I'll take good care and be sure not to
lose it!"

Steve stormed out of the room and towards the stairs.

['How can she be so flip! Doesn't she see what damage this could do to our
life? She can't have a husband who's so weak. I'll be a laughing stock with
all our friends!']

He ascended the stairs, his legs struggling with his weight, his shoulders
still sore from pushing so hard in his wrestling match with Vanessa.

The very idea of Vanessa being the stronger one made him feel all creepy. It
was sick, unnatural!

['It's not fair', he thought as he rounded the hallway towards their bedroom.
'I've never hurt her, never taken advantage of her. Not once.'

‘Well, just wait till things are back to normal, then I'll show her!']

He stormed into the room and picked up the garment.

['Damn this thing', he thought.]

He examined the garment closely.

There were bronze colored fibers woven into it at irregular intervals, with
tiny lights coming from the fibers, which seemed to capture the light in the
room, cast it back in marvelous tints and hues.

Other than that there was absolutely nothing special about it.

For twenty minutes he looked the garment over, front and back, upside down and
inside out. He checked the box and read through Valerie's letter several
times.

He found nothing to help him. No writings, no instructions, no moving parts.

He heard Vanessa come up after her workout and go into the bathroom to shower.

And to sing.

"Damn YOU!" he cried out, shaking the girdle. "Because of you I'm a total
weakling and my wife has all my strength."

Then an idea struck him.

[‘If Vanessa wearing the girdle took my strength away and gave it to
her...........why wouldn't my wearing it give it back?'

'She was wearing it and she got my strength and I got hers,' he reasoned.

'So if I put it on and we have sex again, it ought to do the same for me. It's
only logical'.

‘I may look silly wearing it, but she can't possibly say no. If she did, then
she'd have to admit herself that she's a thief after all.'

‘She'd never do that!'

His cleverness thrilled him. He may not be a scientist or archaeologist. But
he was an engineer. A practical man solving practical problems. And now he had
solved this one.

Sure he didn't like the idea of wearing women's underwear, but in this
instance, it was a tool, not a garment. A tool he needed to use. As an
engineer he had no trouble with that. None at all!

5.

He looked at the garment in his hand and shrugged his shoulders.

['What the hell', he thought.]

He started to put it on, then paused to turn the light off first, not wanting
Vanessa to see him wearing it when she came in.

He had trouble at first getting it beyond his head and shoulders. It was still
Vanessa's size.

He pushed and pulled and squeezed his bulk into the silky garment.

Even though he barely fit inside, it felt incredibly soft against his body and
his shaft immediately became erect. He started tingling all over. It sent
goose bumps through his limbs and torso and electric tingling through his
shaft all the way up his spine to his neck as the fabric rubbed against his
skin.

[Wearing women's clothes does NOT turn me on,' he affirmed to himself. ‘I'm
sure it's because there is something unique about this garment!']

He worried it would rip, which might affect it, but it was amazingly
resilient.

[‘I probably couldn't rip it if I tried,' he then thought. ‘Especially now,'
he added grimly.]

He looked down at the garment and even in the dark it was glowing faintly,
then a little brighter.

Suddenly he felt a warm sensation throughout his body. He tingled all over.
And despite his greatest efforts, even though he was not even touching
himself, he found himself coming, spurting right into the girdle!

Steve felt terribly embarrassed and looked down at the front of it for the
expected wet stain, but it seemed to have absorbed his cum without any change
in color. It wasn't even wet.

A numbness crept over his arms, legs, and chest.

['It's working already!' he thought. ‘I didn't think it would be this easy.']

The garment was changing its shape.

['It's working! It's growing to my size, just like it shrunk to Vanessa's!']

Unexpectedly the garment continued to expand until it became too large.

It lengthened down his legs. He felt the soft material growing and expanding
around his body.

Then it stopped growing.

The glow dimmed and died out.

The sensual feelings stopped as well.

So, he realized, had the water in the shower.

And Vanessa's singing.

The shower door opened. Steve heard a bump.

Vanessa was talking loudly to herself in the bathroom but he couldn't hear the
words.

He looked down at the garment on his body, it reached just past his knees.

He pulled on the sides of the garment.

It was nearly twice as wide as he was.

['Now that's strange', he thought, 'why would it grow so big?']

It was certainly strange, and he didn't understand it.

[‘I guess there is something after all to what Vanessa's crazy sister studies.
I wish I knew what she knows.']

Things still didn't seem quite right, but he couldn't put his finger on what
had happened.

Nothing obvious was wrong.

He moved his arms and thought they might be a little easier to raise than
before but he couldn't be sure.

He did feel less sluggish.

[‘I must be stronger now.'

‘Yes, it must have worked.'

‘That's why Vanessa was talking to herself, why she came out of the shower!'

‘She must be grumpy because she just lost her strength.'

‘HIS strength.'

‘Because things were back to normal!'

‘Back to the way they should be!']

"All right, Vanessa," he said aloud to himself, "now it's time to finish our
little wrestling match."

"And then it'll be time for your little spanking, my little pet."

"Yes, my darling, little, Miss Vanessa. There's one little girl who's in BIG
trouble now!"

The bedroom lights clicked on.

"Exactly WHAT kind of 'big' trouble am I in?" a voice said from behind him.

And above him.

He spun around and was greeted by two breasts right at his line of vision.
Familiar breasts, but larger than he'd ever seen them.

['What the.......']

He looked up slowly, knowing already that he didn't want to see what he feared
he was about to see.

* A gold heart-shaped pendant Vanessa always wore just above her cleavage but
sitting much higher.

* Wet, golden blonde hair, matted around a pair of broad, muscular shoulders.

* Large red lips, pursed in an ironic smile.

* Flawless skin.

* Blue eyes.

* Arched eyebrows.

Those blue eyes, calm, amused, confident and steady, looked down at him.

While he looked up, up and up, straight up, craning his neck to look up into
the face of his Amazonian wife.

Something had gone wrong..........horribly wrong.

"Well, well, well. It looks from the expression on your face that you got it
all figured out just the way you wanted it, eh Steve?"

"I...I"

"You knew just what to do, huh?"

"No. I...well maybe I should have waited... until....."

"Maybe?"

He looked down. He couldn't bear to be looking up to her like this.

"You wouldn't listen to me," she lectured. "You couldn't wait. You had to be
such a know-it-all like always."

What could he say in his defense?

"And now look what you've done!"

But she wasn't angry at him. She burst out laughing, the gales of her laughter
resounded throughout the house in a loud, resonant voice.

He could have accepted blame. But derision?

"Vanessa, stop! It's not funny!" he insisted.

"But it is! It is SO funny!" She laughed harder. Her full breasts danced
inches from his eyes.

"You never listen to my opinions. You always think you know better. You
insisted on tinkering with something without knowing what you were doing.
Something you knew nothing about."

"I mean, how many times have you gotten down on me for doing that with your
computer or your weights?"

"And now you've made it so much worse for yourself than before!"

"What ARE you going to do now?"

"I...I don't know."

He looked down at the floor at their feet. His were so much smaller than hers.

They'd be considered dainty -- if they weren't so hairy and his toenails
weren't such a mess.

And their legs! Hers were so long and muscular -- even at her old height her
legs were proportionately long -- but still smooth and feminine. While his
were short, thin and, again, hairy.

She still had all of her curves. They were just bigger. Curvier. And somehow
firmer, stronger. Her calves were rounder and fuller. Her thighs were deeper,
with no jiggle or give. Her ass was still round, but sat higher, as more of a
bubble butt. Her hips were wider and now slanted in even more sharply to her
narrow waist -- but now her abs had a distinctive sixpack. His sixpack!

He didn't want to look higher but he forced himself to.

He had always thought her breasts were closer to perfection than any others he
had touched.

And if you excluded breasts that had been ‘manufactured', than any he had
seen.

But now he could hardly keep his eyes in his head.

Everything else about her was larger and her breasts were no exception.

And they sat on strong, well-developed pectoral muscles, which pushed them up
higher and out further than ever before.

It was hard to look beyond her breasts, but he just had to. He had to see the
rest of her.

And sure enough, to the side of each breast was a superbly muscled arm with
biceps that bulged out even when relaxed.

They were muscles that he would be proud of if they were his.

A light clicked inside his brain, and he felt a wave of weakness pass through
him.

['If those muscles were there......on Vanessa.....then what about....his? No.
No! NO!!']

He must have been lost in thought staring for awhile, because Vanessa's voice
startled him.

"Awww, Steve. Poor Steve."

His eyes snapped to her face. His neck hurt looking up.

"I mean, the way it was before, being a little careful and with a bit of play
acting we could have kept it pretty much to ourselves. But now ...."

He looked at her sharply.

"Now what?!"

"Now there's no pretending that you're kind of...........well,. now you look
like little boy Stevie who's been playing in his big sister's clothes," she
said trying to hold her smile back with a stern face.

Getting into the idea, she went on.........

"Naughty, naughty! Oh yes, and now she's come home and caught him...........I
guess she'll have to...... administer some punishment for doing what he knew
was wrong. And after all, didn't I just hear......... Somebody's ass was
supposed to be spanked before?"

He couldn't allow this!

He started to flee but her hand shot out and grabbed his arm at the biceps.

Her fingers encircled his upper arm completely...............with plenty of
room to spare.

"Oh my god," she giggled, "look at your arm........it.......it's
so.........small. My hand completely engulfs your cute little muscle, look,"
she brought his arm across his chest so he could see.

A wicked grin grew on her face. She bent down to look him in the eyes.

He actually felt scared of her. He tried to get away, but her iron grip of her
fingers around his upper arm held him fast.

"Now, I think I'll take this garment off you," she said condescendingly. "It's
not yours, and you know you shouldn't be wearing it. Besides, big sis wants to
get a good look at the bad little boy! She thinks he hasn't been eating
properly."

She took hold of it on either side and tugged down, the garment slipped easily
past his shoulders, being way too big for him, and landed in a heap on the
floor.

She reached up and placed it safely on a high shelf, far above his reach.

Then her hand flew to her mouth as she began to giggle uncontrollably.

"Oh my, my! It's clear little Stevie hasn't been eating his spinach!"

Steve looked down at himself.

"Oh no," he exclaimed.

Gone was his manly chest; now it was narrow and bony, with no visible pectoral
muscles.

Gone were his muscular arms and legs, now they were thin, small and completely
soft.

"You see? That's what happens when you eat that junk food, Steve, when you
don't do your exercises right and most importantly when you don't listen to
your darling, sweet, adorable, clever and now hugely powerful wife!"

"My...WHAT?!" he said.

"Yes, my little boy, what happens is you get small, weak and soft, with arms
the size of a little girl's ," she said, voicing the thoughts he was trying to
suppress. "Am I right?"

"And just HOW small?" she continued, placing her hand on top of his head and
bringing it over to her to the top of her chest, just at the height of her
breasts, "I'd say you were just about........ 5'2."

"I know how you like numbers."

"Tell me, does THAT number sound a little bit familiar?"

He stared up at her dumbly. He well knew the number.

"You're really enjoying this aren't you," he said. "Go ahead and laugh. The
tables have turned, so just laugh all you want.....today."

"I was more than a foot taller than you, now I'm that much smaller."

"You're as strong as I used to be and I'm as strong as you used to be--

"Mmmmmm hmmmmmm, really? Are you?" she interrupted, in a gay, singsong voice.
"I don't think so, darling."

He hated that voice, which she occasionally used to tease him, and she knew
it. Normally he would react by holding her down until she stopped what she was
doing, which sometimes she did only when he started tickling her.

But he couldn't do that to her now, and she knew it.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked as politely as he could, holding his
temper.

"Well," she began, "remember the way it was just before YOU put on Hippolyta's
Girdle? You were 6'3" but you were only as strong as I used to be."

He stared up at her.

"You were 6'3" and you had your old muscles but they weren't exactly as strong
as they used to be."

"Now they're the size mine used to be, while mine are the size yours used to
be."

"Yeah. So?" he said.

Steve eyed her arms. At his current size, they looked enormous, and the bulges
of muscles looked quite ... intimidating. He swallowed. So this is how he used
to look to her? He had to be careful.

"OK. OK. I know what I did didn't work. So now I'm smaller. And my muscles are
smaller. Anyone can see that. And anyone can see that as well as being bigger
than me you're going to be stronger than I am. That's obvious. So?"

"Uh huh. Except, sweetie, your little ones aren't exactly like mine used to
be. And my big ones aren't exactly like yours were."

"You see, Steve ......" She stretched it out, reveling in the moment, deciding
how best to put it.

"Remember how strong I was just before, as strong as you used to be? Even with
my teeny tiny little girl muscles?"

He looked back at her, saying nothing, but she knew he was acknowledging
inside what she had said.

"Didn't you wonder how that was possible? How my little bitty girlie muscles
could be so strong?"

"And how your big manly muscles could be ever so weak?"

His engineer mind couldn't help calculating and figuring.

She was ready to go on.

"Well, Steve, now my muscles are much bigger than they used to be, but they're
just as strong as they were just before, you know, inch for inch, pound for
pound, as they say. And unless I'm mistaken ...."

[‘Which I'm not,' she thought triumphantly.]

"You mean," he said in a small voice.........

"Uh huh," she said, "Those muscles of yours don't pack much power. So with
much smaller muscles than you had before, you'll have even less strength now.
You won't be nearly as strong as I used to be."

"I probably have all the strength of a 10 year old girl." Steve moaned. He
groaned again and brought his hands to his head.

['If that' Vanessa thought. I'm sure he hasn't focused on the other side of
the equation ... yet.]

[‘But that would come soon enough, once he saw what a casual twist of her hand
had done to the faucet in the shower.']

She reached out and took both his hands in hers, they seemed so small now.

"Let's try something," she said and brought both of his hands together in
front of him.

She then encircled both his wrists with her left, weaker hand.

"Try and get free..........if you can," she said.

He pulled on his arms.......but couldn't budge them.

He tried to separate them.

Nothing

Then an attempt to spread her fingers.

He tried pushing on the left, while pulling on the right, and vice versa (how
apt).

She let go with her hand, using just her thumb and forefinger to hold his
wrists.

He pulled as hard as he could.

Nothing worked.

It was clear to both of them.

She had more strength in two fingers than he did in both arms.

"Just think," Vanessa said, "two hours ago you could have easily overpowered
me."

"You could have done anything to me you wanted, and other than screaming for
help, there was nothing I could do."

"Now, I could pick you up, turn you over my knee and spank your bottom."

"And what would you do? What could you do"

A look of horror crossed his face.

Vanessa laughed.

"Don't worry hun, I won't spank you.......so long as you're a good little boy,
that is."

"But I might just.............tickle you," she said and ran her fingers over
his ribs.

"Stop it," he laughed, "quit it," he fought with her but she was sooooo much
stronger.

Then the phone rang.........

"Pshew, pshew, pshew, pshew" he gasped as she went to answer it.

"Hello.....VALERIE?"

"They let you out? Wonderful!"

"Yes it did. Well....yes. Steve. Yeah, really."

"No, for sure. He's not at all ... Uh huh.

"What's she saying?" Steve asked, impatiently, standing close by. "Find out
how to undo it!"

Vanessa waved her hand to quiet him and then held him at arm's length. "Keep
quiet, Steve! I can't hear her!"

"Yes, Valerie. He was making a lot of noise. You know what he's like
sometimes."

Steve glared up at her.

"You were saying?"

"What do you mean, in the right order?"

She nodded. "Uh huh. Uh huh. Yeah. Well, I guess I did. Yeah, well what do you
think? Yeah, I sure am!"

"Is it .... Uh huh. Uh huh."

"Oh, he won't like that! Nope, not at all!"

"Yeah, I will."

"Oh, it'll be so great to see you and find out more about your trip. I can't
wait!"

"Love you! Bye!"

She hung up the phone and turned to Steve.

"Valerie's free! She'll be here tomorrow evening" she said happily.

"Oh, that's great" Steve said, rolling his eyes.

"Well, at least we'll get things back to normal."

"She'll tell us how to switch our size and strength back to how they're
supposed to be."

Valerie looked at him, her muscular arms crossed in front of her massive
chest.

"Right?"

She walked over to him and picked him up off the floor.

"Ummm, no, Steve. That's not going to happen."

"No," she said, shaking her head.

"No way."

"What??!" he exclaimed, pushing against her.

She held him against her hip and started downstairs, ignoring him. He was
really quite feeble!

"Are you crazy, Vanessa?"

She was heading to the weight room.

"You can't do this to me!"

"You can't carry me around like this!"

"You can't keep my strength."

"Oh, I can't?"

"Says who, honey?"

She let him go gently and he slid down her leg to the floor so he was standing
next to the barbell, still sitting on the rack, loaded with Steve's weights,
where Vanessa had left it.

"Would you get that for me, hon?"

He looked down at it. "You know well that I can't lift it!" he said crossly.

She stood in front of it, reached down with one hand and lifted it easily into
the air above her head.

"Really? Gosh! This is really light, you know?"

She held it out in front of her, straight-armed.

"I don't see the point. It's too easy!"

Then she started twirling it like a baton, faster and faster, like in her
cheerleading days, until the weights were just a blur.

"So, Steve, is this the strength you want 'back'?" she said, still twirling.

"This is how strong you 'used' to be, right?"

She stopped suddenly. But the weights' momentum continued applying force to
the bar, pushing into an "S" shape.

"Ooops! That won't do!" she exclaimed.

"Mustn't break my darling husband's exercise equipment!"

"He'll be so angry. Who knows what he'll do!"

"I'd better fix it right away, before he punishes me!"

She put her other hand on the bar and twisted it back into a straight line.
Then she replaced it on the rack

"That's better," she said and put her hands on her hips with an exaggerated
sigh.

"Neat and tidy."

"Tidy and neat."

She leaned over, letting her breasts dangle in front of his eyes.

"So, honey? Is there anything else you have to say?"

"Anything you want to tell me I can't do?"

"Or have to do?"

"Hmmmm?"

She picked up two of her two pound old aerobic weights.

Holding one end of each in each palm she crushed them into the shape of a
ball.

She closed her hand into a fist and rested it on her thumb and then flipped it
into the air and caught it.

She handed it to Steve.

He took it in one hand and nearly dropped it.

It took him both hands just to hold it.

Even then his arms trembled under the strain.

Finally he dropped it, just pushing it far enough so that it missed his foot.

"Vanessa! I can't live like this!" he said.

"Surely you can see that."

He was pleading with her now.

She took pity on him.

"Aw, honey. I'm sorry. I really am."

"I was just playing with you before."

"I'd really like to make you stronger."

"Not cause I'd love you more......I love you just the way you are.....but
because I know you're unhappy this way."

"Really, I would.....but I can't."

"This is Hippolyta's Girdle, not Hercules'."

"It doesn't make men stronger."

"As you can see."

"It makes women strong, really strong."

"It makes men weak, as you well know."

"There no 'switch' on it."

"There's no way to make it work differently."

"That's what Valerie told me on the phone just now."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask her yourself tomorrow when you see her."

"But honey, I have to tell you."

"You'd better ask her nicely."

"She's small too, like me, but now she'll be much stronger than you are."

"She knows it too."

"She won't be shy about it. Less so than I am."

"And, you know, it won't be long before .... before she uses the girdle too."

"And she knows how to use it."

"Who to use it with."

"Someone very, very strong, I'm sure."

"She knows that the greater the difference between the man and woman in
strength, the greater the difference in their size, the larger the girdle's
effect."

"I'm sure you can figure that out.....that the change will be even greater for
her than for me."

"So honey, please be nice."

"It's something you're going to have to learn to do."

"From now on."

"If you want to get in the world."

"If you want people not to take advantage of you."

"You understand that, right?"

Steve looked shell-shocked. He couldn't say anything.

She picked him up and held him against her.

His tool pressed against her solid abs.

She tightened them and flexed hard against him.

Over and over.

It felt like a human washboard, rolling against his most sensitive parts.

He was hard in no time at all.

"Ooooh, honey, I know you're feeling down about this."

"But something's looking up."

"It's not all bad, right?"

"I think we should see just what these bodies can still do together!"

"And what I think counts for a lot now."

"Right?"

THE END

Hippolyta's Girdle (Original Version)

The Dangers of Amazonian Lingerie

"Vanessa, a package came for you", Steve bellowed, "It's from that crazy

sister of yours",he said quieter.

"Stop tallking about Valerie that way, you know it ticks me off", Vanessa

said, as she walked into the room.

She was closer than he thought.

"I wonder what it is", he mused aloud as he examined the rectangular box

on all sides.

"Just shut up and give me the package" Vanessa quiped, grabbing it from him.

"Hey, I'm sorry, but you gotta admit, some of her ideas are off the wall".

"Humph", was her reply, as she sat down on the sofa and began to unwrap

the package.

Although he didnt really care much for Vallerie, he was interested in

what she had sent.

The return adress was in Asia Minor.

'What is that crazy witch doing in Asia Minor', he thought.

He watched her gingerly unwrap the package, 'she always takes for ever

trying to preserve the wrapping paper', he thought to himself.

Finally she got it opened and took the box out.

To his dismay she began to read the card rather than open the box right

away, he peeked over her shoulder as she read it.

Sis,

I know it has been awhile since you have heard from me, but I need your help.

The package I have sent you contains a garment.

Not just any garment, but a very rare and valuble piece.

It is very old, although we have yet to determin its true age.

The government here is holding me, and will not let me leave.

They know I have found it, but cannot prove it.

Ha ha, thats because I sent this to you immediately.

There are rich metal fibers woven among the cloth.

There is good evidence that the fibers in this garment came from the girdle of
Hypolyta.

Remember when we used to tell stories about her and the amazons.

Anyway, it has VERY SPECIAL properties, you must keep it a secret and safe
guard it.

Vallerie

P.S.

Dont worry about me, they cannot hold me indefinitely, and the american
embassy

say's I will be released soon, See you then.

Steve stifled a chuckle, then snickered, then laughed aloud.

"Who the hell is hypolyta, and what does her underwear have to do with

anything", he said through guffaws.

"Don't you dare laugh at my sister", Vanessa said, clearly iratated'"

she's a well respected anthropologist, I swear, for a collage educated man,

somtimes you can be dense".

"Well respected or not", Steve enjoined, "she's way out in left field".

"What are you saying", she said, understanding his meaning fully.

"I'm saying", he straightened himself, "that she's so far left of center,

she's not even on the road anymore.

Anger flashed in her eyes, instead of saying anything she turned her

attention the the box she was holding.

Releasing the ends, she dumped a cream colored garment into her hands.

She examined it as she let it unfold onto her lap.

It looked just like a piece of lingerie, even sexy,

When she held it up for a better look, she could see many colors of light
refracted in all directions.

"Look at this Steve", she said, momentarily forgetting her anger,

"I am", he repied, "sheesh, this could sell millions to the MTV crowd".

It appeared to be a normal full slip, such as the type that women wear under a
buisiness suit.

Except that it was very large, larger than anything he had seen made for a
female.

The shoulder straps were far enough appart to accomodate an average man.

It seemed to shine with an energy all its own, 'like aurora borealis', he
thought.

He had thoughts of seeing Vanessa in it, 'hmmmmmm yummy', lust began to rise
in him rapidly.

"Honey",he began, do you think.......ummmmmmm, would you....ahh....."

"Try it on", she interupted him, cocking her head to the side in a feminine
manner and smiling.

"Uhhhh.......yeah", he said.

'Damnit, I hate that', he thought, but he couldnt help his reaction.

Steve controled every aspect of thier lives,............every aspect,

that is, but sexually, in that area Vanessa always had control, so he felt he
had to ask.

He considered himself somewhat of a "mans man", at 6'3", a trim and

toned 245, successful executive at a prestigous electrical engineering

firm, he was a natural leader of men.

He should be demanding that she wear it, but that would get him nowhere,

so he would do what she asked.

He could'nt help himself, at 5'2" 105 lbs., 34c cup breasts, shoulder length

blond hair, she was, in spite of her small size, a knock out, and whenever

she used her 'feminine wiles' he responded.

Vanessa took the slip by the shoulders and shook it out in front of her.

It reached down just passed her knees.

"Uhhhh, I dont think this is going to fit", she said.

And she was right, it was nearly twice as wide as she was.

"C'mon hun", he pleaded, "the thought of you in that really starts my motor".

"Would you look at the size of this thing", she mused, "I'd feel like a little

girl trying to play in her mommy's clothes".

"Whats wrong with that", he said, "besides", he grinned, "your almost the size
of a little girl".

She glared up at him and her eyes flashed anger, "you wear it if it turns you
on so much".

With that, she slammed the garment into his chest and went to the couch to sit
down.

She plopped down roughly and folded her arms in front of her.

'Arrrghh', she thought, 'why did the big oaf have to ruin everything'.

'God I wish that for just one time he knew what it was like to be small and
slim'.

She tried to work out, to make herself strong, but no matter how hard she
tried,

she just never gained any strength.

Steve had bought her some arobic hand weights to work out with, but she had
taken

to using his bench press and weights.

He never liked this much, having to bring it back to 200 lbs. from 40 lbs.

The last time he had said to her, "why dont you use the weights I bought you
to

work out, its not going to do you a bit of good bench press, your to slender
to put on much muscle".

'GRRRRR', she didn't want to put on a bunch of muscles, she really didnt want

to get bigger, just stronger.

2.

Now Steve knew full well she was very sensitive about her stature.

He knew he just stepped on the other side of an invisible line.

He put a hand on her shoulder in a last attempt, "sorry Vanessa", he started.

"Look,... you can be the little girl playing in mommy's clothes and daddy can

come home to catch you,.......and administer some punishment" he said, and
smiled again.

"I'm not going to be your little girl", she said and shrugged his hand away.

'Damn', he thought, he had alot of tension built up by this time.

"Oh well, whatever", he said curtly, "I'm going to go 'WORK OUT' then".

He tossed the slip towards her and it landed over her head.

"Dont you mean whack off", she yelled after him jerking the slip from her
head,

"You might as well, thats all your going to get buster".

After he left she looked again at the slip she held.

Running her fingers lightly over it, she felt how soft it was.

'It does make me feel sexy, no wonder he wanted me to try it on'.

A grin spread across her face, as a tingly sensation worked its way around her

thighs and up to her breasts.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm", an audible moan escaped her lips.

She took the garment and headed for her bedroom.

Laying it on the bed she stripped off her shorts and top.

Picking it up, she went and stood before the full length mirror.

A soft sigh escaped her lips, as she ran the slip over her naked body.

Steve walked into the workout room and spied his weights.

'Damn', they only had one barbell on each side, 'she's been at it again'.

As he added the barbells, his mind kept straying to that slip.

All those colors, the soft feel, the way it seemed to draw him towards it.

He once again started thinking about Vanessa wearing it.

A warmth started building in his groin, so that by the time he had the
required

weight, he didnt want to workout anymore.

"Screw this", he said, and turned to head back to the livingroom and find his
wife.

When he arrived he saw she was gone, 'humm' he thought as he headed upstairs.

He was almost to the door of their bedroom when he heard his wife sigh.

He peeked around the door slyly and came up short.

There was his wife, naked, standing in front of the mirror, moaning and
rubbing

the slip all over her lithe body.

She rubbed it around her thighs then through her legs slowly and gently.

Then brought it up and cupped both her breasts with it, moaning softly as she
did.

Steve put his own hand over his groin and began to massage his manhood, which
was already raging.

He watched, facinated, as Vanessa brought the slip up to her head and began to
put it on.

He had to fight an urge to ravish her there and then, but he watched on,
hypnotized.

She brought the slip over her head and let it fall to its full length,
another,

louder, moan came from her lips.

Then, as he watched, the slip began to glow, dimly, then brighter.

Then it started shrinking, molding itself to Vanessa's body, until it looked
like it was made for her.

As soon as the light of the slip died out, her reflection in the mirror looked
right at him.

For some reason he had the urge to run, later he would wish he had.

She turned and looked directly at him, hands on her hips.

"Wha, what just happened", he stammered.

She just looked at him, "the garment fits now..........come to me", she said
dreamily.

An animal passion erupted in Steve.

He covered the distance between them in a flash and swept her up, throwing her
on the bed.

He took his shorts off and started to take his t-shirt off, but before he
could,

Vanessa grabbed him by it, and pulled him onto the bed.

"Whoa" he cried, startled by the force with which she pulled him down.

He lay flat on his back as she crawled on top of him slowly.

Then she grabbed the front of his t-shirt with both hands, and seperated them.

To his suprise, she had half his shirt in each hand.

She tossed it aside and lay prone on him, aternately licking,kissing, and
biting him.

She reached down and pulled his tool upright, then impaled herself on him.

Once he had entered her, she began to buck like a wild mustang.

They made love 3 times right there, each with her on top.

During the 3rd session, she had actually begun to hurt him, coming down on his
groin

fully with all her weight.

'Boy she must really be putting on some weight', he thought.

He reached his hands up to just above her hips, to slow her down.

She growled and took his wrist, and to his surprise slammed them down on the
bed beside his head.

Then his head began to spin, then blackness.

3.

When he awoke he saw his wife had taken off the slip and was putting on her
spandex shorts.

She noticed he was awake and walked to the bed.

"Hey", she said gently, "how do you feel", she placed a hand on his head to
guage his body temp.

"Hey yourself", he replied weakly, "I feel drained, what happened".

"I dont know, she replied, one minute we were having a good time, the next you

just went limp, I didnt hurt you......did I", she smiled playfully.

"Not likely" he lied, feeling the soreness around his hips, "whats up, where
are you going".

"I'm going to workout for awhile, why dont you join me........if you feel up
to it",

she laughed and started out of the room.

"Funny you", he called after her, "I changed the weight back, so be careful
changing the barbells".

Vanessa stepped into the workout room and looked at the bench.

She walked over to it and looked at the bar and barbells.

Then she looked at her slender arms wistfully, 'to bad they will never be able
to

lift that kind of weight', she thought.

Her arms were smooth and feminine, with just the smallest trace of a female
bicep.

Although she like her female shape and didnt want bulging muscles, she wished
that she was stronger.

She stepped over behind the bench and looked again at the bar laying there.

'Wouldnt it just be great to be able to reach down', she reached down and
encircled

the bar with her slender hands, 'and lift this right up'.

She lifted on the bar experimentally, and to her surprised joy, it came right
up with her hands.

She was so surprised and shocked, that she dropped the bar to the floor with a
thud.

Steve heard a resounding thud coming from the workout room and knew
immediately what had happened.

He got up and started to run down the hall, but it seemed to take alot more
effort than he remembered.

His legs seemed heavier, and his arms more cumbersome.

He found himself actually having to push himself to keep running.

But he pushed foward and arrived at the door slightly out of breath.

He burst in and saw Vanessa standing there with a shocked look on her face.

He ran over and grabbed her by the shoulder, "Are you alright", he asked
excitedly.

When she didnt answer he gripped harder,'hard enough', he thought, 'to get her
attention.

But she seemed stiff, and he was having a hard time moving her.

He shook her, very hard it seemed to him, and yelled, "Vanessa are you
alright".

She seemed to come out of a trance and looked up at him.

"Wha what.........oh yea.......it slipped".

"Well I guess it would" he said agitated, "you could have been seriously hurt,

what in the hell were you thinking".

"I dont really know......it just slipped".

"Good lord Vanessa, you should know better than to mess with that much weight,

thats how much I workout with, far to much for you to move".

Steve bent down to pick the barbell up off the floor, he encircled the bar and

lifted with enough strength to pick it up.

It didnt move.

He lifted again............and again the bar refused to come off the floor.

He glanced towards Vanessa and saw she was eying him suspiciously.

He straightened out and centered himself on the bar, bent down and tried
again.

The bar didnt cooperate for a third time

He gritted his teeth and lifted with all his might.

Still the bar did not move.

A large breath escaped as he stopped and stood up.

With a growl he attacked the barbell, grunting, and groaning, and moaning.

Determination showed on his face as he strained.

Vanessa watched him strain, she looked at his arms, his muscles didnt seem to
be responding,

they looked like he was relaxing in front of the tv.

When Steve gave up again and stood, he had only managed to move the bar a few
inches on the floor.

She looked at him and a sudden realization dawned on her.

'I lifted that bar with what seemed like ease, and Steve can't budge it'.

'I wonder', She thought, then said, "whats wrong Steve, cant you lift it"

"I dunno", he replied, "I guess I'm sicker than I thought".

She moved foward and placed a hand on his right arm, and one on his forehead.

"You dont really feel hot", she said.

Then she sqeezed his bicep slightly, it was as big as ever, but felt 'soft,
pliant', she thought.

"Hey", Steve jumped, "not so hard", he tried to pull away from her, but for

some reason, she still had his arm in her hand.

She suddenly let go and a smile crossed her face.

"Hmmmmmmm, not feeling up to the job huh?, let me have a try.

She moved towards the barbell.

Steve stepped in front of her, "what do you think your doing"? he asked.

"I'm going to put the bar back on the stand honey".

With that, she grasped him firmly by the shoulders, and moved him aside.

She stepped in front of the bar, looked at her husband, flipped her hair.

"Watch this", she bent down and grasped it, then with a small grunt stood up
with the bar in her hands.

She looked at her husbands face and saw the shock it registered, if his lower

jaw wasnt attached, it would be on the ground.

She shrugged at him and placed it on the bench, took a towel and wiped her
hands off.

She turned to face him, hands on hips, and said, "what do you think of that
honey".

"Wha...........how did you.........but you cant.........what the hell is going
on here".

Her face was full of confidence.

"It must be some kind of trick...........how did you lift that".

"Oh its no trick, I think my training is paying off, dont you"? she asked
playfully.

"This just doesn't make sense, how could you lift it when I couldnt", Steve
wondered aloud.

"Oh it makes perfect sense, if you think about it", Vanessa said, "remember my

crazy sister and her off the wall ideas, is it sinking in yet".

"The girdle" they each spoke in unison.

"You think it made me weaker, and made you stronger", Steve said.

"Yep, and not only that, I believe that it swapped our strength".

"Come on Vanessa, I'm more than a foot taller, and weigh more than twice as
much as you".

He flexed his arm, but it did not respond, he felt it, and was shocked at how
soft it felt.

"Whats wrong hun, having trouble finding your strength", she teased, "why I've
got it right here".

She flexed her arm and it seemed as soft and smooth as ever.

"You cant seriously think that your stronger than me", Steve said, it wasnt a
question.

"Welllll", she said and looked over towards the bar.

"Cmon Vanessa, that was a fluke, there is no way your stronger than me" he
said.

"How about a little test then", she said playfully, "a contest in
fact...........lets wrestle".

"I dont want to hurt you babe, better forget that", he retorted.

"Ohhhhhhh I dont think we need to worry about that", she smiled, "but I'll try
not to hurt you".

"You really want to wrestle me", she nodded, "ok.....but i dont want to

hear you cry when when I spank your ass for you".

She pursed her lips into a kiss and exposed her backside to him,
"oooooooooo....do be gentle daddy".

"C'mon", he said as he moved to the middle of the room, "lets get this over
with".

"OK" she replied, and walked to the center of the room, giving her hips an
exaggerated feminine sway.

"Are you ready" he asked when she got there.

"Yup", she replied.

He sprang on her right away, bent down, grabbed both legs, and tried to lift
her.

She stifled a giggle and crossed her arms in front of her when he tried again.

"Don't you remember Steve", she said sweetly, as he struggled to lift her, "I
could never lift more

than 70 to 80 pounds, and I must weigh, what,.........a heavy 105, Thats well
out of your range now babe".

Steve grunted and pushed foward with all his might, trying to knock her off

balance,...... he nearly succeded.

His sudden attack took Vanessa by surprise and she stumbled backwards.

She quickly uncrossed her arms and grabbed him by the shoulders.

He was driving her back, but she got a leg out and applied some power.

They were both surprised at how easily she stopped his progress.

She looked down at him pushing on her, using all his diminished strength while
she was barely trying.

"My my Steven", she again teased, "you sure were alot stronger than
me..........WERE", she laughed.

She started to push a little harder and he lost a step, she pushed again and
he lost 2.

'What is wrong with me, I cant let this happen', he thought, and redoubled his
effort.

Vanessa started giggling when she saw his feet start slipping on the carpet as
he tried to push her back.

"AWWWWW, your really trying hard arn't you, well I admire your spirit, you
keep trying Steve".

She began to push him back farther now, farther still.

Poor Steve was trying his best, his feet were searching for something to grip
on

the floor when they found the wall.

He pushed one last time with all his might, but he was pushed upright, and
then

back against the wall.............pinned.

Vanessa planted her small body against his larger one and pushed him into the
wall.

He put his hands on her shoulders in a vain attempt to fend her off, but he
was to weak.

"Tsk tsk", she said, "I guess you dont get to 'spank my ass today' hmmmmm
Steve".

"What was that", she said and pushed with her legs, making it harder for him
to breathe

"Let me go", he managed.

"Say please", she said.

When he didn't respond she pushed harder still.

Steve was a game fighter and didnt give up easily, but eventually his need to
breathe overroad his pride.

"Please", he gasped after a few moments.

"Ok", Vanessa said, and suddenly stepped aside.

Steve launched himself off the wall and landed on the floor.

"That was all you needed to say", she quiped, and smiled down at him.

He rolled over and started to rise, but suddenly she dropped to her knees,
placed a hand

on his chest and pushed him back down.

She straddled his chest and grabbed his wrists in her hands.

He knew what she intended and started thrashing and bucking, trying to throw

her off, but he couldnt seem to lift her.

She smiled at him as she slowly pinned his arms down to the floor.

"My, how the mighty do tumble", she teased, and bent down and licked his face.

"Vanessa, please let me up, you hurt me".

She looked in his eyes and saw his complete humiliatiom.

Her heart melted in her chest, and she got off him and helped him to his feet.

"I'm really sorry Steve", she said truly, "I didnt mean to hurt you".

She hugged him gently.

4.

"Vanessa, what are we going to do........what if this is permenant........what
if I

cant get my strength back.........We cant go through life this way", he cried
excitedly.

"Speak for yourself", she murmered under her breath.

"What" he said, " how can you joke now".

"Relax", she said evenly, "I'm sure the girdle caused this, there doesn't seem
to

be anything we can do about it for now".

"But we have to do somthing", he said, "we cant just sit here and do nothing".

"What are we gonna do Steve" she said flatly, "Vallerie is the only one who
knows

anything about this thing, and she's being detained for now in asia minor of
all

places, so until she gets here...we just have to get by the best we can".

"I'm going to go check that slip out better". He said.

"Great hun, you go see what you can figure out", she replied, "I'm going to
have some

fun with the weights".

"With my strength", he said, as he turned to go.

"Not anymore", she laughed to herself.

Steve stormed out of the room and towards the stairs.

'How can she be so flippant about this, doesn't she see what damage this could
do to

their life as they know it'.

He ascended the stairs, still sore and winded from his wrestling match with
Vanessa.

He felt his ribs, still tender from her crushing him against the wall.

'It's not fair', he thought as he rounded the hallway towards their bedroom,
'I've

never hurt her, just wait till things are back to normal, then I'll show her'.

He stormed into the room and picked up the slip, 'damn this thing', he
thought.

He examined the garment closly.

There were bronze colored fibers woven into it at irregular intervals.

He saw tiny light coming from these fibers.

They seemed to capture the light, and cast it back in marvelous tints and
hues.

Other than that there was absolutly nothing special about it.

For twenty more minutes he looked the garment over, front and back, upside
down and inside out.

He could find nothing to help him.

He heard Vanessa in the bathroom taking a shower.

"Damnit, because of this damn thing she has all my strength".

Then an idea struck him.

If the girdle took his strength away...........why couldnt it bring it back.

'She was wearing it and she got my strength and I got hers', he reasoned,

'so if I put it on, maybe it will reverse'.

It was a longshot, he had to admit, and he didnt like the idea of wearing
womens

underwear, but at this point he was desperate enough to try anything.

5.

He looked at the slip in his hand, shrugged his shoulders, 'what the hell',
and began to put it on.

It was Vanessa's size, and he had trouble at first getting it beyond his head
and shoulders.

He pushed and pulled and squeezed his bulk into the flimsy garment.

It felt incredibly soft against his body.

He hoped it wouldnt rip out, but it seemed amazingly resilient.

Suddenly he felt a warm sensation throughout his body.

He looked down at the slip and it was glowing faintly, then a little brighter.

'I think its working', he thought as a numbness crept over his arms, leggs,
and chest.

Then he noticed that the slip seemed to altering shape.

'It is working.........its growing to my size, just like it shrunk to
Vanessa's size'.

Then somthing unexpected happened.

The slip continued to expand beyond what would be his size.

He watched it lengthen down his his legs, he could feel the soft material
growing and

expanding around his body, it was more than a little pleasurable, sending
goosebumps

through his limbs and torso.

Then the glow dimmed, and died off, and the process stopped.

He looked down at the slip on his body, it had stopped just passed his knee's.

He pulled on the sides of the garment and it was nearly twice as wide as him.

'Now thats strange', he thought, 'but it is a strange garment, why would it
grow so big'.

Somthing didnt seem quite right, but he couldnt put his finger on it.

'Oh well.........no matter'.

He move his arms...........'they certainly were easier to raise than before,
it must have worked'.

"Well little miss Vanessa", he said aloud, "your in BIG trouble now".

"And just what kind of 'BIG' trouble am I in little boy", a voice came from
behind and above him.

He spun around and was greeted by a set of breasts, just above his line of
vision.

He looked up slowly, not sure he wanted to see what he thought he was going
to.

Nope..............he didnt want to see that.

He looked straight up into the face of his amazonian wife.

"Well well, Looks like a little boy is playing in his mommy's clothes", she
said with a stern face,

"and mommy's come home and caught him...........I guess mommy will have
to......

'administer some punishment'.

He started to flee but her hand shot out and grabbed his arm at the bicep.

Her fingers completely encircled his bicep...............with room to spare.

"Oh my god", she giggled, "look at your arm........it.......it looks so
small.......my hand completely

engulfs your little muscle, look", she brought his arm across his chest so he
could see.

A wicked grin grew on her face and she bent down to look him in the eyes.

"Lets take this slip off you", she said condescendingly, "mommy wants to get a
good

look at her little boy"

She took it on either side and tugged down, it slipped easily around his
shoulders,

being way to big for him now, and landed in a heap on the floor.

Her hand flew to her mouth as she began to giggle uncontrolably.

Steve looked down at himself, "Oh no", he moaned.

Gone was his manly chest, now he had a thin hairless chest with no pectorial
muscle,

and an embarrassing pink tint.

Gone were his muscular arms and legs, now they were thin, smooth and
small,........."

like a little boys arms", she spoke his thoughts.

"And so short", she continued, placing her hand on top of his head and
bringing it to her chest.

Her hand landed just below her breasts, "I'd say you were no taller
than........ 4'1".

"Hey", she said amusingly, "you used to be 6'3", 13 inches taller than
me,........now

your 4'1", 13 inches SMALLER than me.........WILD", she shook her head amazed.

The irony was not lost on Steve.

"Your really enjoying this arent you", he said, "go ahead and laugh it
up......

I was this much bigger than you, now I'm this much smaller,.........your as
strong as

I used to be and I'm as strong as you used to be..........."

"I doubt that", she interupted.

"What do you mean", he asked.

"Well", she began, "you were as strong as I was when you were 6'3", at
4'1"......she seemed

to be calculating in her mind,......"I was 10 years old the last time I was
4'1".

"You mean", he said in a small voice.........

"Yep" she said, "you have the strength of a 10 year old girl".

He groaned again and brought his hands to his head.

Vanessa reached out and took both his hands in hers, they seemed so small now.

"Lets try somthing", she said and brought both of his hands together in front
of him.

She then encircled both his wrists with her left hand,(her weaker hand).

"Try and get away from me..........if you can", she grinned.

He pulled on his arms.......but couldnt budge them.

he tried to separate them in an attempt to spread her fingers.

He tried pushing on the left, while pulling on the right, and vica versa(how
apt).

Nothing worked, he really was as weak as a 10 year old girl.

"Just think", Vanessa said, "2 hours ago you could have easily overpowered me,
but now,

I could turn you over my knee and spank your bottom.

A worried look crossed his face and Vanessa laughed.

"Dont worry hun, I wont spank you.......so long as your a good little boy,
that is".

Relief swept over him and he relaxed a little.

"But I might just.............tickle you", she said and suddenly released his
arms

and ran her fingers over his ribs.

"Stop it", he laughed, "quit it", he fought with her but she was sooooo much
stronger.

Then the phone rang........."shew" he gasped as she went to answer it.

"Hello.........yes this is her...........She did, thats wonderful
news.........when........so

I dont have to pick her up then.............ok then..........thank you so
much, good bye".

She hung up the phone and turned to Steve.

"That was Mr. Weaselike with the state department, they got Vallerie released,
she'll

be here somtime tomorrow evening" she said happily.

"Great" Steve said, "maybe we can get things back to normal then".

She walked over to him and pick him right up off the floor.

"Perhaps" she grinned, and carried him over to the bed, "til then, be a good
boy

and come sit on mommy's lap".

(to be cont.)

Watch for..........Hypolyta's Girdle 2 (Return of the Amazon).

[This is the end of the Original Version. I've never seen a part 2 -- MN]