Adam's Story - Chance Encounter
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 1


The following story is a work of fiction; part science fiction, fantasy,
muscle worship and violence. If you the reader's care to comment, please email
at the above address.

Let me give you a little background information before I get to the 'meat of
the matter.' My name is Bob Johnson and I'm in my early thirties. I'm
physically fit and have always harbored a love of muscular women. I work out
regularly and take pride in my body.

I recently ended a relationship because my girlfriend did not understand this
'love affair' with muscular women as well as not wanting to spend the
countless hours in the gym with me.

That said here's my story ...

I had left the gym after doing 45-minutes worth of warm up and an hour in the
weight room. I was about a mile into my run this warm summer night, when I saw
a form ahead of me. Street lights were far and few between in this
neighborhood.

I had changed my normal jogging route and found myself in a semi-industrial
part of town. Traffic was at a minimum which made jogging ideal and pedestrian
traffic was non-existent. Anyway, it took me several seconds to tell whether
that person I saw ahead of me was coming towards me or going in the same
direction as me. As luck would have it (if it was indeed luck), they were
coming towards me. The nearer they got the larger they looked.

At a hundred yards and closing fast, my brain told me, 'This is a big guy,
taller than you and definitely heavier.' Then I had a second thought, 'Should
I be worried?' In hindsight, the answer to that question was, 'Yes!'

I moved to the right on the sidewalk, but as the figure approached, I could
see that I needed to be sideways to let them pass. In an instant, I saw that
it was a woman. Not just a woman, but a behemoth of a woman. I tried to get
out of her way, but she brushed by me, seemingly unaware of my presence. I
went down in a heap and when I looked up; she had slowed and was coming back
towards me.

From my vantage point at sidewalk level, this Amazon looked even larger than
when she plowed into me. When she reached me, she said loudly, "Adam!" I was
about to correct her thinking she had mistaken me for someone named Adam, when
a man appeared out of the shadows.

The man was my age, well-built, wearing black Spandex shorts which did nothing
to hide the large bulge contained within. He had on a tight tank top that was
grey in color. The woman was clad similarly. 'Must be her husband,' I thought.

"Adam, where the hell have you been," she said, not even breathing hard,
"You're supposed to keep these people out of my way." "Yes, mistress," Adam
muttered. 'Wow,' I thought, this guy is pussy whipped.' Little did I know.

"You know the penalty for disobeying me," she said. "Yes, mistress," Adam
repeated and I got the sense he was going to cry. "There, there," she said,
and stepped closer to Adam, and then wrapped her arms around him. It appeared
she was going to comfort him.

Adam was my height, six-foot, and now that this woman was embracing him I
could tell she was about 6'-7". 'Wow,' I thought, 'my muscle dream girl.' My
thought of a muscle dream girl was short lived because I heard this muffled
crack, and then a second, fainter, crack. Only then did I realize it was
coming from Adam.

The woman's muscular arms that held Adam were constricting him against her
massive body and chest. A faint moan escaped his lips and the woman again
repeated, "There, there, baby, everything is all right." 'Well, it isn't all
right for Adam,' I thought, 'this she-hulk is crushing him to death.' No
sooner had I thought that than a faint trickle of blood seeped from his mouth.

The woman shifted her stance and wrapped her thighs around Adams pelvis. She
tightened her huge quads and I could see the outline of each muscle through
the sheer Spandex material. With a sickeningly loud snap, the man's pelvis
split. I had to look away.

The woman laughed and I looked up from where I sat on the sidewalk. She was
looking down at me; Adam was pinned to one massive breast by her huge arm. I
would have thought her bicep was 'photoshoped' had this not been real life.
"What's the matter, little man, can't stand to see this human destroyed?"

I think I was still too stunned to process what was happening in front of
(well, actually above) me to even comprehend what she said. "You crushed him
to death," I said, pointing out the obvious. She continued to laugh, and then
said, "Yes, I crushed him; he was to keep the sidewalk clear while I jogged."
"So, let me see if I have this straight, you killed him because you bumped
into me?" I asked. "Yes," she said, "Besides I was tired of him anyway, I had
had him too long." She said that like she had just tossed out a pair of
cross-trainers that had been sitting in her closet.

"Get up," she said. 'No 'please', no 'are you OK', just get up, a real people
person,' I thought. Slowly I stood. As I did, she looked at me from head to
foot and back again. With her free arm, she reached forward and cupped my
penis and balls. I backed away and she laughed again. "You humans are so
timid," she said. "What do you mean, 'we humans'?" I asked.

"I'm not from here," she said, "it doesn't matter where I came from, you
wouldn't know it anyway, but I find you humans strangely funny." "And Adam,
what did you find Adam," I asked. "Useful," she said, "He served his purpose
and now, well, he's done." "What are you going to do with him," I asked. "I'll
dispose of him," she said, "but you don't have to worry about that. Right now
you have a decision to make."

'Yeah, whether to run like hell and hope to out run her,' I thought, 'or reach
in the pocket of my sweatpants and dial 911 on my cell.' "What decision is
that?" I asked.

"You must decide whether to take Adam's place as my slave, or whether you
continue with your jog," she said. "Aren't you afraid I'll call the cops?" I
asked. "I'm not afraid of anything, but you won't remember any of this, I'd
erase your memory before you run off, little man," she said. "What's to
prevent me from meeting the same fate as Adam there?" I asked. "You," she
said, "Serve me well, and you live; screw up, as you humans say, and you die."
"Just like that," I said. "Just like that," she repeated.

"And what's this memory erase thing you said?" I asked. "I would erase your
memory; you won't remember a thing," she said, "not your name, not your
childhood, not your wife, nothing." "Whoa, that sounds like a good option,
NOT!" I said. Again she laughed, "You're funny, that's good, but you must
choose." "OK," I said, "I'll take Adam's place," and to myself thought, 'You
better play along until you can get away from this woman.' "Good decision,"
she said.

I don't know how she did what she did next, but the tank top and shorts she
was wearing literally dissolved and with her free hand, placed it on the back
of my head and drew me to her left breast. "Drink," she said, as she held me
fast to her tit. I sucked and was rewarded with sweet, warm, milk. "This will
energize you," she said. After several moments, she pulled me from her breast
and said, "Don't be so greedy," and laughed again.

She released her grip and I stood there looking at her. The tank top and
Spandex shorts were back. "You will be called Adam," she said, "and you will
notice some changes. These changes are more for me than for you, but I think
you will be happy, most humans are." I had no idea what she was talking about.
I felt the same, but I looked down and saw that I was now wearing Spandex
shorts and a grey tank top. They matched what she had on. Also I noticed that
I had a huge bulge in my shorts, perhaps bigger than Adam's. 'Wait,' I
thought, 'she said I was Adam.'

"What is your name, what shall I call you?" I asked. "I'm Eve, but you may
call me mistress or goddess. Follow me, Adam, and keep up, I've given you
energy." She tossed the lifeless body of Adam over one shoulder as if he was a
jacket, turned and ran in the direction she had been heading. I fell in behind
her and after a mile, my lungs felt like they were on fire as well as my
thighs, her giving me 'energy' or not.

We had left the majority of the homes a half mile ago and now all I could see
by the light of the stars and moon was an occasional home, all of which had
their lights out. "How much further," I managed to wheeze, trailing Eve by
several yards. "Not much further," she said, not sounding winded at all. She
still carried the body of Adam on her shoulder, and I noticed as she ran that
she ran like a man rather than a woman.

We ran another fifteen minutes and I was near exhaustion. As we neared the end
of a dirt road, a large ranch style home appeared off to our left. Eve ran up
the drive stopping and walking the last 100-yards or so. 'Wow,' I thought,
'this is quite the house.'

"Wait here," she said just outside the front door. She disappeared through a
side door to what looked like the garage, returning a minute later without
Adam and no longer wearing the Spandex shorts or tank top, simply her running
shoes. 'She's magnificent,' I thought.

She opened the front door and we entered. I looked around the spacious
interior. "Do you live here alone, mistress," I asked. "No, there are others;
a housekeeper, cook, gardener, and you, of course," she said. "Me, mistress,
but I live ... " I started to say, but was cut off when she put a finger to my
lips and said, "Shh, you live here now, Adam, you may sell wherever it was you
lived before and keep the profits, but you will live here now. You're mine."
While my body had slowed down, my mind was racing.

"Come," she said, and I followed her to a large bedroom. King-size bed, flat
screen TV, large walk-in closet and a private bathroom. "You can get rid of
whatever you want and bring whatever you have from where you use to live," she
said, "You'll meet the others tomorrow. Good night."

She left, pulling the door shut behind her. As I turned back to the room, I
saw my reflection in the mirror and I was naked. 'What the hell?' I thought,
'what happened to that outfit I was wearing?' Then I noticed my penis, my
'johnson', my 'pecker', "Shit!" I said aloud, I was huge. I walked to the
dresser and watching myself in the mirror, lifted my penis. I wasn't even
erect and it must have been a foot long and a couple of inches in diameter. 'I
could do some serious damage with 'little Adam' here,' I thought.

I ran a shower and toweled off, finding soap, shampoo and body lotion from the
former Adam. I looked in the drawers and closet and found a well-stocked
wardrobe. Everything looked like it would fit, even the shoes.

It was now nearly 11:00 and fatigue was setting in. I turned out the lights
and crawled between the sheets. I lay awake for a little while thinking about
the last two-hours.  I'm sure it hadn't been more than two-hours.  I thought
of how I had literally run into Eve, her complete destruction of Adam and me
winding up here at her house.  It all seemed surreal.  'I'll tell her tomorrow
that I've got a job, a condo, a life', I thought, 'I'll sell the story, after
all, that's what I do, sales.' 

I had visions of Eve running naked through a meadow, me in hot pursuit. I was
within an arm's reach of catching her when my eyes slowly opened. The room was
bathed in sunlight, the dream of Eve and the meadow a distant past.

Somewhere beyond my bedroom door I heard the sound of a vacuum cleaner. 'My
bedroom door,' how strange that that popped into my mind. I got out of bed and
used the bathroom. I found a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and put those on,
inspecting myself in the bathroom mirror. 'Time to meet the rest of the
staff', I thought.

I opened the bedroom door and turned left, then turned around and looked back
towards the sound of the vacuum cleaner. 'Which way had we come in last
night,' I thought. I started walking and turned a corner. Another 15-yards and
I found myself in the family room, a woman was vacuuming the carpet and had
her back to me. She appeared to be naked.

I didn't want to startle her, so I waited a minute admiring the view then
walked around so that she would see me out of the corner of her eye. As she
caught sight of me, she turned off the vacuum. "Hello, you must be Adam," she
said with a slight accent that I was unfamiliar with. She was blonde with two
braided pigtails, large perky breasts and a figure that most women would spend
a fortune for. I felt myself getting hard and said, "Yes, I'm Adam, and who
are you?" "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Inga," and held out her hand. Her grip was firm
and I noticed that she had well defined biceps and legs and an olive
complexion.

"Are you Eve's sister?" I asked, and she laughed to a point that I thought she
would choke. "No, I'm the housekeeper," she said, "Come, I'll introduce you to
the rest of the staff."

I followed her to the kitchen and a sultry brunette was behind the island
counter cutting a bell pepper. "Olivia," Inga said, "This is Adam, Adam, this
is Olivia, our cook. And trust me when I say, she's really a chef." Olivia
chuckled and extended her hand. Olivia wore an apron that came to mid-chest,
but as I moved around the kitchen island to shake her hand, I noticed that she
was naked beneath the apron. "Good to meet you," I said, taking the hand. Her
grip was as firm as Inga's.

A door opened and closed and I turned to see a man with a dark complexion.
"Oh, good, Urbano, this is Adam, Adam, this is Urbano, the groundskeeper,"
Inga said. Urbano was obviously Hispanic, with intense dark eyes and white
teeth. He had well defined muscles and nearly crushed my hand when he shook
it. He wore a long leather apron and rubberized boots, but was otherwise naked
like the two women. "Good to meet you, Adam," he said in flawless English
without a hint of an accent. "Likewise," I said, rubbing my right hand where
he had squeezed it.

I looked at Inga, "So is this the entire staff?" I asked. "Yes," she said,
"just the four of us and Mistress Eve." "It's such a large house for so few
people," I pointed out.

Inga and I walked back to the living room where she had been cleaning.  "Let
me ask you, Inga," I said, "how long have you been with Eve?"  "Mistress Eve,"
she corrected, "I've been here two years, I think, but I'm not really sure,"
she said.  "Not really sure?" I asked, "What do you mean?"  "Well, I'm not
sure how to explain it, but time just slips by.  I have certain duties, I have
time off and of course, we pleasure Mistress Eve.  Time just runs together. 
But you'll find out, we'll have our weekly staff meeting later, or whenever
the mistress wants."

'This is a lot to process,' I thought.  "Where is Mistress Eve now?" I asked. 
"Who knows," Inga said, "sometimes she's here and sometimes she's gone for
days or weeks at a time.  She'll appear sooner or later."  'Strange choice of
words, appear', so I asked, "What do you mean, 'appear'?"  "She just shows up
out of thin air," Inga said, "I've seen it several times."  'Wow,' I thought,
'that would be a great illusion; I wonder what the trick is?' 

"I noticed that everyone is naked, except for aprons, why is that?" I asked. 
Inga's eyes got wider.  "Let me answer that," a voice said from behind me, "My
staff is naked because I want them that way," Eve said, "I like to see if
their bodies need adjustments, it allows me to pleasure myself instantly and
it does away with insecurities.  So, that said, Adam, take your clothes off. 
You will only need them when you leave the house or run an errand."

I opened my mouth to ask a question, but Eve held up a hand with her palm
facing me.  "I don't tell my subjects twice," she said.  I had forgotten what
I was going to say anyway, so I removed what I had on.  Inga took the shorts
and shirt from my hand.  "You have many questions," Eve said, and chuckled
deeply, "all my new subjects have many questions. Inga may answer some, but I
will answer others."  She stood there a moment looking at my body, then smiled
and said, "Good, very good, but you will need to remove the hair from your
genitals, I demand my subjects be free of pubic hair.  Inga, please prepare
the wax."  'I remember a former girlfriend of mine that had a wax job done
once and she said how painful it was,' I thought.  "Perhaps I can just shave
myself," I said.  "The wax Inga will be using will permanently remove the
hair," Eve said, and that appeared to be the end of the conversation, for Eve
turned and padded into the kitchen.

I turned back to Inga, "Come," she said, and I followed her to a windowless
room that had a large massage table in the center.  "This is Mistress Eve's
massage room," Inga said, "lay down on the table."  I sat on the edge and
said, "Inga, I'm going to leave, so if you don't mind, give me back my clothes
and I'll just get out of here."  She looked at me and said, "No, you can't. 
You can't leave, Mistress Eve would kill you and me, or she would remove our
memory at the very least."  "You don't seriously believe that, do you?" I
said.  "Yes.  Yes, I do," she said, "I've seen her do it." 

I thought back to last night and how she had crushed Adam.  "She crushed Adam
last night," I said, "Have you seen her destroy other people?"  "Yes, I have,"
she said, and pushed gently on my chest, so that I would lie down.  She turned
back to a table against the wall and when she came back to the table I was on
she had a small bowl in her hand.  She applied the wax or whatever it was
around my genitals, with a tongue depressor.  The warmth of the wax was
soothing.  'So far, so good,' I thought.

Inga then applied a strip of cloth and pulled quickly.  I had an odd sensation
in my pelvic area, but it wasn't pain, more like warmth or a glow.  She
repeated this several times, then stopped and inspected her work, even lifting
my penis to look at my scrotum.  "Very nice," she said.  "I haven't had any
woman complain yet," I said, and she looked at me and smiled.  "You're making
a joke.  I was referring to my work at removing your hair," she said.  "Oh," I
said, and she handed me a hand mirror.  I used it to look at myself.  'I don't
think I've been this hairless since I was born,' I thought.  "Yes, very nice,"
I said.  "We must get back, Mistress Eve will want to look at you," Inga
said.  'Just a piece of meat,' I thought.  "OK, let's go," I said.

We found Eve in the kitchen talking to Olivia. The two were speaking in
Spanish or perhaps Italian, I couldn't be sure, but  they stopped when we came
in. Eve turned and beckoned me forward.  I looked up into her ice blue eyes. 
She held my stare for a moment, and then looked down at my penis.  Grasping it
in one large hand, she lifted it and then cupped my scrotum with her other
hand, gently squeezing my testicles.

"Very nice, Inga," Eve said, turning to look at the housekeeper, "you did
well, but Adam needs to be serviced." She looked down into my eyes and
released her grip on my scrotum, but guided my penis to her labia. I stole a
glance in the direction of Inga, but Eve said, "Do not concern yourself,
Adam," and began to gently stroke my shaft, "you will have sex with Inga and
Olivia in due time." 'What has happened to me,' I thought as I felt myself
stiffen.

The head of my penis was poised at Eve's labia and without foreplay, her
vaginal muscles constricted, holding my cock firmly in place. I felt like my
mind was filled with bright lights, a glow came over me as her muscles milked
my cock. I found myself panting as I erupted.

Spent, she stepped away and turned back to Olivia who, without being told,
sunk to her knees and began to tongue Mistress Eve's pussy. I caught a glimpse
of a droplet of my cum trickle down her chin before she brushed it with her
finger, putting the finger in her mouth. 'Erotic,' I thought.

Eve turned back to me, "You will learn to pleasure your mistress," she said,
"but that was for you and not me. Here, this is a realtor, call him and list
your house," and she handed me a business card. I had no idea where the card
had come from, but I took it from her fingers. I looked at the card and said,
"Mistress, I was going to talk to ... ", but she put a finger to my lips and
said, "Shh, go now and pack what few belongings you need. Call and list your
house."

"Inga, go with Adam and help him pack," Eve said. "Yes, mistress," Inga
replied. Eve again looked at me then smiled and walked out of the room.

"Come," Inga said, "get dressed and I'll meet you in the living room in a few
minutes."