Billie Hits the Weights - Hooking Up with the Ex Part 2
by Pac  pac 
More fun with Billie and John


Several weeks passed since I saw Billie.

After our crazy "date", we got together almost every day for the next month:
having intense sex, with her continually demonstrating her vast superiority to
my body.. Her huge body would overpower me in every way possible, with the
insane one-handed lifts, pressing me over her head like I was a feather, and
every other form of domination she could think of. She definitely tested the
limits of my endurance.

She was very non-violent, though, to the point where she would stop if she
thought I was in the slightest pain from one of her holds or lifts. After that
first day, she took it easy on me ... as much as she could. There were several
times when I would just bounce off her rock hard body, causing me some pain,
but of course not her. She would pick me up off the floor, apologizing, and we
would commence anew.

So, I was all bruised and battered, but it was more from incidental contact
than from anything intentional on her part. I went to the store and bought
myself plenty of painkillers, a heating pad, and all of those other repair
items one normally gets when recovering from a train wreck. They got nightly
use as I prepared for the next day's grueling events.

It was definitely worth the pain, though. This woman did things to me that
quite frankly I thought were not humanly possible. When we weren't having sex,
we would "recover" by us getting steaming hot showers, her mighty arm holding
me against the side of the shower while the other arm would soap me up, paying
extra attention to her favorite parts of my anatomy. I would likewise soap her
incredible frame up, paying attention to my favorite parts, her huge breasts,
and those unbelievable arms ... practicing my own form of worship at the altar
of Billie. She also gave the most incredible massages, those super strong
hands kneading my softer body, working away the aches and pains. I tried
returning the favor, but it was like massaging a statue, her unbelievable hard
body barely denting anywhere except her huge boobs.

The one thing we didn't share were her workouts, which she did daily. She
would always part company from me in the morning, earlier than I would
typically get up, and the few times I had hinted I'd love to see her lift, she
would not respond.

Then, abruptly, she stopped calling or coming to visit. I was beginning to get
worried that she had become bored with my weaker body, and sought out someone
more on par with her own incredible strength, like one of those World's
Strongest competition guys.

Frankly, I wouldn't blame her. I knew she got off on domming me, but I
wondered how long that kind of thing would last.

Then, out of the blue, I got a text message from her, mid-afternoon as I sat
at my computer, trying to finish some tricky code:

Billie - Hey, we need to get together. I want you to come over first thing
tomorrow morning ... are you free?

John - Absolutely! I was worried something happened to you.

Billie - Well, something has been happening, and I think you'll like it. See
you tomorrow.

Needless to say, thoughts of work evaporated. I didn't even try to finish up,
just saved where I was, my mind spinning in anticipation. I went through the
motions that afternoon, getting ready for the next day. On a whim, I went out
and bought some flowers, a big bouquet of multicolored roses, that I knew she
liked from our past engagement.

The next morning, before it was light, I got up and got ready. I put on a very
sturdy shirt, knowing her passion for grabbing me by them, and as heavy a pair
of jeans as I owned. I was curious to see if she could destroy them as easily
as she did the last half dozen I wore over there. I made it a point to take
extra clothes, as the stuff I usually wore almost invariably didn't survive.

I hopped in the car, parked in the building's lot, and tipped the attendant,
his knowing smile telling me he knew exactly what I was in for ...

I got to her floor, went down the hall, and knocked. No response. I knocked
once more, and the door opened on an incredible sight: Billie was decked out
in her workout gear: her little cropped tank top struggling to contain her
unbelievable musculature, and her spandex shorts swelling with the huge bulk
of her thighs and big bubble ass.

"You're just in time. I just finished breakfast, and I wanted to show you what
I've been working on the past few weeks," she said, as she swept me into a
hug.

I went into her big condo, walking through the well-appointed living room. I
found out over the last month that she made quite a bit of money from her
body, not through competition, but from personal training and exercise videos,
which she sold directly only to very high end weight lifters and bodybuilders.
The whole thing was solely from word of mouth, not from any magazine publicity
or advertisement. It seems she was quite the celebrity in the muscular crowd,
though I had never heard of her before she got back in touch, even though I
frequently perused the blogs and websites. For some reason, when she sold one
of her routines, she also made people sign a waiver stating they would not
share any details or publicize her in any way, and apparently the few who
tried were both cut of from further access to her techniques, and physically
dissuaded, and she didn't seem to have any repeat offenders.

We went down a long hallway and into the biggest weight room I had ever seen
designed for one person. She had huge fixed-weight machines and tons of free
weights, those everything was on a massive scale. Most of the Nautilus-type
equipment had weight stacks that went three and four times anything I had ever
seen in gyms, and the free weights had plates that were just gigantic. I don't
think I saw any plates in her collection smaller than 25 pounds.

The only equipment that I thought I was be capable of handling was a little
set of free weights off in the corner ... my own from when we were still
engaged. They looked well used, and it almost looked like they had a place of
honor in her weight room.

After we made our way into the middle of the room, she turned to me.

"Welcome to my favorite room. The place you helped make possible, John," she
said, sweeping me up into a big hug.

"I wasn't quite ready to share it with you earlier, and I don't really know
why. I guess I just wanted to make absolutely sure I 'felt' ready. It's kind
of weird. I know I was the one who gave you reason to leave me, but for the
longest time, I had this desire to show you that just what you gave up, and it
fueled my sculpting of my body. At first I just focused on getting stronger
and stronger, and I thought about finding you again and making you pay for
breaking my heart. But later, as I realized just how much potential this body
had, I looked through the fitness and bodybuilding magazines, and I realized
that I got as big as those people without supplements or trainers or any of
the gimmicks I saw sold in them. I guess I'm just genetically predisposed to
being big and strong. But I knew I could make a living out of showing these
'professionals' how to really get big, so started putting this room together."
She walked through the room as she shared her thoughts with me, walking past
the machines, which I noticed didn't have brand names or any kind of writing
on them, other than the weights.

"I started out with the name equipment, but I maxxed them out pretty fast, so
I had to get this stuff custom-made, with heavier frames and higher weight
loads," she said, stopping at a fixed weight bench unit and sliding into the
seat. She grabbed the handles of the machine and smoothly pushed up the stack,
which I noticed was set to 350 pounds! She did a couple more quick reps, and
slid back out, a faint smile on her face at my awed look.

"I went to one of the local gyms one day, and looked for the biggest guys
there, and watched their routines, and I saw that I could figure out why they
weren't getting my mass and strength, just from the way they altered their
sets or how they varied their routines ... I just had a knack for seeing how I
could optimize their workouts, so I started doing one-on-one sessions with
some of the local guys and got them pretty ripped, and it just took off from
there."

She made her way over to a push-press rack, and grabbed the bar and did a few
more quick reps, and I noticed it was also 350 pounds, and my head started
swimming. I had seen her hoist me up like I weighed nothing, but seeing her
throw those heavy weights up just started affecting me, and reinforced just
how much stronger she was than me.

"So the last few weeks I cancelled all of my appointments and just came in
here every day, pushing myself almost to the breaking point, to show you just
what I am capable of. I know you like how much stronger I am, but I wanted to
push it to the limit. I wanted to absolutely blow you away, and show you that
I am the woman of your dreams," she said, and I thought for a second I saw her
eyes get a little misty.

"Billie, I had no idea you were doing all of this for me. I thought when you
cheated on me you had had enough of us, which is why I left. Well, that, and I
was really hurt." I said, walking over to her as she finished her last rep. I
think she may have done about 20 by the time she finished talking to me, no
sign of strain on her features. She truly was superhuman!

"I think I did it because I was frustrated that our lives were so stuck in
place. It was pretty much a one night stand." She said, wandering through her
gym. "I gave in to my ex's custody battle, and let him have them for a while,
and he did exactly what I thought he would. He treated the kids like shit. I
got him back, though. I hired a private investigator, and he got irrefutable
evidence, and I was able to get full custody and child support. I got him for
alimony, too, and then built up my business. After a while, I didn't need it,
so I dropped all the claims, but I was able to move out of the state and take
the kids. I have my other place here in town where we all live. Maybe you can
come by again, now that we are back together." She headed over toward a dip
bar, and hopped up, pounding out twenty dips in seconds, her own body weight
way too light to even give her a pump. She seemed nervous as she shared all of
this with me, so she was just wandering around, hitting random pieced of
equipment, amazing me, of course, but just distracting her body, I guess.

She suddenly stopped and turned toward me.

"I think I really wanted to show you how much you mean to me by bringing you
here and blowing your mind," she said, picking me up in a tight hug, "so I
wanted to get ready for the last few weeks, and ... I don't know, just get
ready to commit again. It's been so long since I had been dating or anything
like that, just raising the kids on my own. I just wanted to make sure
everything was perfect." She was crying by this time, unconsciously squeezing
me tighter and tighter as she poured her heart out, to the point I was having
trouble breathing. I had to tap out on her shoulder for her to realize. She
loosened up, and I responded by planting a passionate kiss on her lips.

"I am honored for you to do this for me, and I am totally ready for you to
knock my socks off, Billie." I said, "I had always wished that things had
turned out differently back then, and I guess I'm getting my wish after all."

She curled her arms around me in one last hug, then brought her hands to my
armpits, raising me easily over her head.

"Well, then let's get started, John," she said, with a dazzling smile, eyes
still a little teary.

She brought me back down to earth slowly, kissing my body on the way down, and
planted one on my lips when I touched the floor, her head tilting up into
mine. Her massive arms tightened around me again, and we held that way for
some time. She then broke lightly away, and went toward the heavy bench off to
one side of the room.

"I worked legs yesterday, so let's start with upper body," she said, "Would
you like to spot for me?" She winked at me as she said that, knowing full well
I had no chance of spotting any of the gigantic weights she was capable of
pushing up.

I went along with it anyway, standing at the top of the bench as she slid in,
her huge chest rising majestically as she eased under the bar.

I noticed the bench was packed with three hundred pound plate on either side,
and the bar looked like at was heavier than the regular 45 pounder.

"Jesus ... what is this 700 pounds?" I asked her, breathless.

"Yeah, this is my warm-up on bench," she said, her face getting a serious look
of concentration.

She eased the bar off and brought it down to her chest. She pushed up three
easy reps, and looked up at me.

"Do me a favor, and lean over the bar, could you?" she asked.

"Okay Billie," I replied, and laid my body across hers, the bar in between.

She slowly pushed the bar off her huge chest, taking me with it. The bar
pushed into my waist just above the hips, her arms set in a wide grip,
isolating her chest. I felt my feet leave the ground at the top of the
extension, and heard her breath as she straightened her arms out. She dropped
the bar slowly and lifted it nine more times, my body rising and falling with
each lift. So that was an 870 pound warm up set.

She cradled the bar, and I stood back up. She sat up and worked her huge
shoulders around in a circle, slowly working her arms around, loosening up,
and the shook out her big arms. The veins were standing up on her arms and her
upper body was swollen slightly with the warm up, but her breathing was even,
and she looked fresh. I had no doubt that this was just the beginning of
things to come.

She popped up off the bench, and came over toward me, planting a kiss on me.

"Would you like to help me REALLY max out today?" she asked as our lips
parted.

I could only smile in reponse.

"That's what I like to see," she said, smiling herself, and took the locking
collars off the bar on the bench. She then put two more one hundred pound
plates on, one on each side! She actually pulled the collars off with one
hand, and hoisted the plates up with the other, not breaking a sweat ...

Talk about a step up! I continued to be amazed by Billie's incredible new
figure when I saw stuff like that ... I would be struggling with that 100 lb
plate and she just casually put it on the bar like it was a ten pounder or
something. I was beginning to think my estimate of her being five times
stronger than me was an underestimation.

She glanced over at me after she finished, eyes quickly darting down to my
crotch, and she looked back up to my eyes, smiling faintly.

"Do you want to see the bench, or do you want to see something else?" she
asked, as she stepped away from the bench.

"I think the thing that stunned me the most when we met again was the fact you
were picking me up with one arm. I want to see you max out your one handed
presses," I said quickly, unable to hide my excitement at that prospect.

"Okay. Your wish is my command," she said, walking toward her freeweights.

So tell me, John, what is your guess at my max?" she asked, her back to me.

I couldn't help but watch that incredible ass sway as she made her way to the
rack of dumbbells that lined the one wall. The sizes were simply astounding. I
think the lightest was a 100 pounder, but it was the 300 pound one that caught
my eye.

She saw my eyes bulge as I passed that one, and she stopped.

"Does that impress you?" she said.

"You can heave 300 pounds around with one arm?" I asked, mouth dry. "Can you
actually put THAT over your head?"

She smiled.

"Come here. You can help me," she said, and walked over to it.

"You didn't answer my question ... what do you think my max is for one armed
pushes."

"I'm afraid to even guess," I said, eyeing the huge dumbbell, "350?"

"Okay, let's test that out," she said. "I'm not going to ask you to hand it to
me, but I do want your help stabilizing it."

She heaved the massive weight off the rack, showing some strain. She then (OH
MY FUCKING GOD) curled the damn thing to her shoulder!

" ... " I stood there, mouth hanging open. She just fucking curled 300 pounds.

"Okay, come here and hang on to this thing and I'll see if I can put it over
my head," she said, as I walked toward her, the huge weight between us. "How
about a kiss for luck?"

I carefully moved around the dumbbell, which she was able to shift out of the
way a little for me to get close, and kissed her with all the passion I could
muster, praying she could actually put that much up, but doubting in my heart
she could. It was the heaviest, so maybe that's what she's training up to, I
thought.

I moved back, and put my hands on the weighted ends, ready to keep the weight
steady.

"No, hold onto the middle, where my hand is. If I drop this thing, I don't
want either of us near it," she said, a smile on her face.

I did as she said, and she started lifting it up, slowly, looking like she was
straining mightily. Then, amazingly, her look of strain eased off her face,
and she pushed the huge thing up the rest of the way ...

"Hang onto it, baby," she said, and I picked up my legs, and my body rose
right along with the dumbbell. 470 pounds! Are you kidding me, my mind
screamed as I felt her arm steady at the apex of her lift.

"Here's where I blow your mind, baby," she whispered sexily, and dropped the
weight back down to her shoulder. I got ready to put my feet down, but she
shook her head, smiling a triumphant smile, and pushed the weight, and me,
back up with little strain.

She did that eight more times!

"I ... I don't believe it," I stammered, shocked beyond belief.

"Honey, I have only begun," she said. "Do you think you can pull yourself up
there?"

She finished her set of ten, and left her arm at full extension. I pulled
myself up onto the top of the dumbbell, and she began another set of ten,
really pushing this time, so my body actually left its seat on the top of the
weight, bouncing up a couple of inches. She looked up at me the whole time
with a serene smile, waited until I caught my balance, then dropped the weight
down, and thrust it back up, harder this time. I went a few inches higher then
before, crashing back down onto the weight, trying my best to not get punched
in the nuts by her powerful fist wrapped around the grip of the dumbbell. We
did the last eight reps like this, until on number ten, she thrust up so hard,
I left my seat entirely, flying up about four feet! I heard a bang as I was
airborne, and then fell into her waiting arms. She had set the weight down
abruptly to react in time to catch me, and I noticed it rolling away from her,
leaving a trail in the thick rubberized padding of her weight room floor.

She set me back down, then retrieved the dumbbell in her other arm. She held
it out to me to climb aboard, this time at waist height, then she curled the
dumbbell with me on it (470 pound curl, I thought, my mind in a dizzying spin)
She pumped the weight up with little effort with me on it, chuckling at my
stunned expression.

"Would you believe that I can press three times your body weight over my head
with either arm, for more reps than you could care to count?" she asked, a
sexy look on her face. "I've been working on upping my presses to impress you
the last few weeks, going only for weight. I've bumped up twice since I
started."

She took a small pause to duplicate the break she took when I climbed up onto
the dumbbell over her head, then pounded out the last ten reps without any
strain. She didn't push them up hard like the other arm, just clean and
smooth, with perfect form.

I resisted the urge to just jump down onto her right there and then!

My mind started doing the math ... this woman could put over 1000 pounds up
with both arms, at high reps ... who the hell can do that ... I've never even
heard of anything like this from a human, let alone a woman ... and how many
men could actually do that, Olympic, professional or otherwise? None, my mind
barked back at me. This could quite possibly be the strongest person on the
planet!

"It's so funny to see your face. I've never really showed off like this for
anyone before, so your reaction is VERY appreciated." She said, cradling me
into her arms as she brought the weight down to sit on the floor.

"I'll do one more thing to blow your mind ... then we can take a little
break," she said.

I just couldn't imagine what else my poor mind could handle. I already seemed
at the tipping point into insanity ... but of course, Billie would test those
boundaries, as she tested her own ... or was she?

She picked my body up higher in her cradle, rolling me onto my stomach in the
process, and laid my body across her huge tits, then took her arms away! I was
now sprawled across her huge boobs, with her leaning back slightly. She put
her hands on her hips, and said in her cheekiest voice, "Look ma, no hands!"

She then let out a big laugh, and shook my body like a ragdoll across her big
tits. I was just ... well, speechless, and turned on like a light switch!

She flexed her massive pecs a few times, and I rose and fell in time, her
boobs still supporting all 170 pounds of me!

"I told you my boobs were stronger than your little body," she said, looking
over at me.

My mouth hung open at this latest unbelievable feat, and she laughed again,
setting me bouncing anew.

"You're going me make me drop you, honey ... stop making me laugh!" she said,
her huge tits (and me) still quivering.

"I'm not trying on purpose, but HOLY HELL!" I said, finally able to form
coherent speech. She lifted me up off her huge tits again, and I couldn't help
but run my hands over those incredible mounds of womanhood, so big, so ripe,
so ... strong!

"Oooh, you can do THAT for a while ... yeah, honey, that's right. Feel my big
boobs. I love your hands on them ... try to lift one up to your mouth." she
said in a purr.

She moved my body over until I was facing her boob, the nipple hardened to a
thick, steely point that sat slightly below my mouth. I took the huge orb in
both hands, and heaved. They were so incredibly heavy ... they must have
weighed twenty pounds each! I ran the big fat nipple over my face, feeling the
smooth fabric of her tank top straining to hold the amazing mass of her tits.
I mouthed her turgid nipple through her shirt, feeling it further harder by my
stimulation. Damn, how big are these going to get? I've already seen them many
times, but I swear between her exertion and her getting off on toying with my
body, they must have grown another half inch in length!

I kept up my attention on her massive breast and nipple, but my arm was
starting to feel the fatigue from hefting that big tit in the awkward position
I was in, and it started dipping down, despite my shaking right arm trying
like hell to hold it up. She laughed a little and flexed her pec, and the big
nipple jumped up higher than the height of my mouth!

"Then you're just going to have to go get it ... " she laughed, and I raised
up my head to reach it.

"Why don't you pull my top up, and give the girls some real attention?" she
cooed, and lowered me a little so I could reach the bottom of her shirt, which
was tucked way under the curve of her breasts.

I grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt and heaved, but it was so tight, I
really had to struggle to get that reinforced fabric hem to lift up over her
huge tits. They were so big I had to pull the hem a good foot off her body to
start sliding it up, and I was terrified to let it go and snap the taut band
on her tits or stomach.

"There you go, you can do it, baby ... pull! Okay, you're almost there ...
you've got it ... " she encouraged me on as I fought with her shirt. After she
said that, though, she started puffing her chest out, drawing in her breath,
expanding those already massive globes to the point where the shirt was almost
transparent, her big nipples starting to actually be visible through the
fabric! I could hear the overtaxed fabric in her shirt starting to tear at the
seams ... I'll bet if she flexed up her massive body, it would explode off her
huge chest like a bomb.

I wasn't making any headway against her newly enlarged chest, and she could
feel my arms starting to shake from the exertion, so she blew the air back out
of her lungs, with a laugh, and let me finish my task ... her nipples ached
more for attention than she wanted to show her dominance, I guess.

After some struggle, I finally was able to roll the extremely tight shirt over
the slopes of her boobs, and her big fat nipples popped out, slapping down at
my face, her left breast thumping heavily onto my chest. It felt like I got
hit by a sand bag.

I held that huge tit in both hands, and went crazy on her engorged nipple,
licking and sucking with all my might ... extra careful not to bite it. Billie
was appreciating my ministrations, because I could feel her legs shaking as
her climax mounted. I squeezed and kneaded the huge mass of breast that
dwarfed my head, shoving my face into its bulk as far as it would go, her big
tit engulfing my entire face in its soft fleshy embrace.

I could feel her getting close, and, without warning, she tossed my body
upward, putting a spin on me so that I ended up landing with my face in front
of her other huge tit.

"You have to give them both some love, baby ... this one is getting jealous,"
she said, shaking her big boob at me with a flex of her pec for emphasis. She
let out a big "Ahhhhh" as I went at that one with equal fervor.

"Ohhh, John, suck it harder, baby ... . Keep going, that's it, that's ... .."
she squealed as her orgasm hit her with a force greater than my poor body
could muster against her. Hell, even her orgasms were stronger than me! She
shook like crazy, keeping her feet, but her boobs were both slamming into me
as her body convulsed in the throes of her climax, hitting me like two soft,
fleshy medicine balls, their sheer weight battering me almost senseless. I was
able to latch back onto one of her big nipples, and she suddenly heaved me
body up over her head to keep me my lips from touching its super-sensitive
tip. Those huge things looked like they grew ANOTHER inch in length, swelling
up to massive proportions, just like the rest of her. Appropriate, I thought.

She started coming down, and so did I. She stopped my descent with me again
facing her huge tits, and gave my body a big hug, squeezing me against her
huge tits. Their big masses squashed against my body, pushing up over my head,
and practically wrapping around my torso from the pressure she was putting on
me.

She recovered for a minute, and realized I was now struggling futilely against
her huge breasts, which were smothering the life out of me. She pulled me away
from the, holding me at arms length, then rolled me back over until I was
facing her again, her big boobs now pushing into my side. With a will of their
own, my hands still reached for them. I ran my hands over the huge masses,
reveling in their sheer monstrous mass and weight.

I tried lifting one again to my mouth, but my arms were too weak with fatigue
to do it, so I settled for kissing the upper slope that I could reach, pushing
my face into it as far as it would go. She tilted her head back, enjoying my
continued attention on them for a minute, but then she got that naughty gleam
in her eye ... .

"Hey lover ... want to see something else?" she asked, and, not waiting for an
answer, launched my body into the air, with her arms only, about eight feet!

I felt like I was airborne for a half hour, but I'm sure it was a second or so
until I landed back in her arms.

She caught me lightly, without any sign of strain ...

"I can't even imagine ... " I trailed off ...

"Well, you don't have to. I'm the real deal, John. I have way more muscle than
you can handle, but I'll be gentle with you, baby ... if you want me to." she
smiled at me, giving me another kiss. As she lifted me up to her lips, her
huge breasts squashed into me. "And if you don't want me to, I'll throw you up
so high you can touch the ceiling next time ... "

"Really?" I said, not thinking, "you can go higher?"

Of course, I realized she would SHOW, not TELL, me a split second after I said
that, and braced myself.

Up I went again, this time actually hitting the ceiling, with a bit more force
than I was expecting. I then fell, stunned, back down the fifteen feet into
Billie's waiting arms.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry! I think I got a little carried away." She said, wiping
at my brow. I saw a little blood on her one finger from where she ran it along
my hairline. "Let's get you cleaned up."

Billie carried me into the bathroom, and opened up the medicine cabinet,
holding me in her strong right arm, finally getting out the antibiotic and a
band-aid. She sat down on the side of her bathtub, grabbing some tissues.

"Here, let me clean my big man up," she said, placing me on her lap. She then
proceeded to wipe away the little bit of blood on my forehead, applying
antibiotic cream, and slapping a bandage over the wound. She was very gentle,
almost maternal.

"How's that, baby?" she said, standing up with me in her arms.

"Good as new, Billie," I said, "but that will teach me to task you with feats
of strength."

She laughed, "Yeah, I love a challenge, even if that wasn't really much of
one."

"I'm starting to wonder if there isn't anything you can't do? You can lift 500
pounds with one arm! There are probably a handful of people on the entire
planet that can do that, and all of them of a lot bigger than you. And I can't
think of a single time I ever heard of anyone doing that kind of weight for
reps at all, let alone the crazy amount you can do ... I just can't believe
how strong you are!" I said, in awe of her all over again.

"I think you like that, though, don't you? You're not scared or intimidated,
just turned on," she said, giving my pants a squeeze. "I think I found your
weakness ... " and as she said it, she lifted my body up in her strong right
arm, her hand on my ass, and perched me on her left arm, my ass sitting on her
big bicep. She held my leg with her hand, and flexed, and I felt my body rise
in time with her pump. She turned toward the mirror, and stepped back, so I
could see the entire picture.

"There, baby ... you like what you see?" she said, not needing a response.

I was just blown away by her apparently limitless strength. This woman was
four inches shorter and weighed ten pounds less than me, but I was like a toy
to her! How is this possible?

She bounced me on her big bicep a couple of times, then moved her arm,
catching me back in her arms.

"I have one more workout routine I'd like to do that will make you lose your
mind ... " she said, and backed out of the bathroom into the hallway.

She grabbed the front of my pants where a belt buckle would rest and her hand
tightened hard on the denim, pulling almost painfully tight against my waist.
She gave me a little shake to test how sturdy her grip was, then just let go
with the right hand. I was hanging from her wondrous arm at arm's length, her
palm facing upward. She swung her arm out until it was fully at her side,
still at arm's length, and my body just swung around like I was hanging from a
crane. She then started jut curling my entire body with her arm at full
extension, bringing forearm up and over in an arc, and my body with it. She
was doing standing curls with my body and not breaking a sweat, after all the
incredible things she's already done! Maybe her incredible body DOESN'T max, I
started thinking, my mind unable to comprehend any more of the data it was
getting as my body went through more feats of Amazonic acrobatics.

She finished a single set with her left arm, then switched me over to the
right, and repeated the set.

"I think I like 'live weights' over dead weights any day," she said with a
wink, giving my crotch a playful squeeze that about made me blow my load in my
pants. I didn't know if I could take much more of this muscle play ... .

"Would you like to take a little ... break?" she said when she had me with her
forearm at a ninety degree angle to her upper arm. She just held me in
mid-air, suspended above her superhuman body and rotated her wrist, swinging
my entire body in her grip so my head was above hers. She tilted my body down
a little to kiss me by angling her wrist only, as her face rose up to meet
mine, her other hand gently played with my cock through my pants ... .

I just couldn't take any more if this effortless manipulation of my body. I
shuddered and came in my pants, my body jerking with the sheer overwhelming
domination I was experiencing. I slumped down into her, spent, fatigued in
mind and body.

She smiled up at me, and I just slumped into her big shoulders. She lowered me
down to her arms, then walked into the bathroom and started up the shower. I
knew I was in for more effortless manipulation, and my mind reeled further at
the thought.

She set me down on the side of the tub, peeled off my now-sticky pants, and
removed my shirt. Then she took her own clothes off, slowly peeling them off
her magnificent body, giving my mind even more information overload as her
incredible body came into view. As her shirt lifted up, her perfect upper body
came into view, breasts bouncing, and then she slowly peeled down the shorts
from her huge thighs, the massive muscles moving like tectonic plates against
each other as she slid them down and off her legs.

She picked me back up and carried me into the shower, with me slumped against
her big shoulder. Her massive boobs pressed into me, squashing against my body
as I lay curled almost fetal position in her super powered arms.

She started to move me around, my feet never touching the ground, and soaped
my body up with one arm, holding me in her other palm, or raising up her
massive thigh for me to sit upon; I had to spread my legs wide to accept this
gigantic thigh between my legs, which was probably four times the
circumference of my own.

At one point, she just soaped up her huge boobs and rubbed me around on them,
sliding my body over, around, under their huge forms. Then she held me out in
front of them and rubbed them gently across my body by swaying her shoulders
from side to side.

She rubbed me slowly and sensuously, going over every inch of my body, pausing
to suck my nipple, or nibble at my ear, lifting and lowering me as if I was
weightless, no sign of fatigue ever evident. She must have had me in there for
an hour, resting wearily against her. It was heaven.

The shower itself was a huge tub/shower affair, with glass doors, marble
walls, and a big square basin that looked more like a jucuzzi than a bathtub.
It was big enough for both of us to move around, with water jets coming from
front and back, and smaller nozzles on the sides as well. It was incredibly
relaxing and was great for getting our energy back (as if Billie was ever at
any deficit all day ... )

Finally our sensual shower was done, and she turned off the water and
retrieved our towels. Toweling me off with the same slow, sensual care, taking
maybe an a half hour, kisses and fondling thrown in. As she finished, she
threw the big towel up over the shower stall and held me in front of her.

"I know you didn't get to soap me up, but I am not done with my workout today,
so I figure we'll do this again later, but I knew you needed to break," she
said, cradling me tightly against her big chest.

After a few minutes of her holding me tight, she set me on my feet, facing
her, and held out her own towel for me.

"Would you like to towel me off, baby?" she asked, and I reached out without
hesitation and took the towel from her hands.

I duplicated her efforts (minus the endless lifting), toweling her body
slowly, rubbing over every delicious inch of her amazing body. I went through
her beautiful auburn hair, and gently over her face, planting a kiss on her
full lips as I took the towel away, which she returned with some passion. I
worked around her back to her big shoulders, toweling down that big V shaped
back until I got to her glutes, which I lovingly toweled, planting kisses and
rubbing my hands and face over them repeatedly. But, of course spent a lot of
extra time on her huge arms. I rubbed them with the towel and she flexed them
up, planting kisses and rubbing of my face against her huge biceps and
triceps, garnering some soft moans and little chuckles from Billie. After an
excessive amount of time on them, she finally chuckled and moved me with those
big arms to stand in front of her.

"Keep going, baby, there's a lot more area to cover," she finally prodded with
a laugh.

I now stood in front of her to face her awesome breasts and incredible
muscular torso. Of course, I spent a huge amount of time on her massive tits,
rubbing them, kissing them, squeezing them in between my towel-covered hands,
then reluctantly moving away and down her incredible torso, running my hands
over the deep striations of her abs and obliques, feeling each intercostal
ridge standing off her chest, harder than any other body than I had ever felt.

I worked quickly over her pubic region (because I wanted to save that for
last), and worked down her massive thighs, running my hands over each of her
clearly separated quadriceps , moving both hands down a thigh that was broader
than my entire torso, then over to the other, kissing and rubbing my face over
each of them, teasingly rubbing against her crotch as I moved from one to the
other, to her apparent delight.

I finally worked down to her calves, those gigantic, rock hard calves, feeling
every curve, every separation of muscle groups, then over her feet.

"Mmmm, lover, that was great, but didn't you ... " she began, and,
anticipating her question, I quickly worked my way up her incredible lower
limbs until I was face to face with her beautiful puffy pussy lips, diving in
and grasping her huge hips in my hands as I went at her with a mad passion.

She fell back toward the back of the shower at this unexpected move, gasping,
her body leaning against the wall, her hands moving down to my head to hold me
in place, muscles tensing in her hips and her massive thighs blowing up so
much they actually pushed my body back a few inches, even though I was holding
onto her hips as hard as I could.

"OH ... . MY ... . GOD," she breathed, pushing my face into her pussy
hungrily, the force against the back of my head incredible as she used but a
fraction of her awesome power.

I worked that juicy pussy for about ten minutes, when I was rewarded with her
shuddering orgasm, massive muscles flexing and unflexing, throwing my body
around down there like a rag doll, her hands crushing my face into her crotch.

After a few more minutes of her shaking, moaning climax, her big body visibly
relaxed, and she let herself slide down the back of the shower stall until she
was face to face with me, her big thighs on either side of me. She took my
face, still in her powerful hands and drew me to her mouth for a long,
passionate kiss.

We finally recovered our wits, and got out, me going to my overnight bag for
my backup clothes, and her putting on the same awesome super tight workout
gear she had on previously.

"Are you ready to keep going, or do you want to play some more?" she asked,
with a naughty wink.

"Can we do both?" I asked, a smile on my face.

"Why not? I think I can handle that today." She said, and picking me up in a
cradle carry, took me back into her weight room.

"Oh, yuck, look at that!" she said, looking up as we entered the room, "I
think you need to get that!"

I followed her eyes up to the ceiling, where there was a tiny spot where my
head had contacted the ceiling. I had left a little blood up there when I hit
it.

I thought about what she just said, and my eyes got wide.

"You're not going to throw me back up there are you?" I said, concerned.

"How the hell can you get it like that?" she laughed, and put me down.

"Okay, do you have a ladder? I didn't mean to smash my face against your
ceiling and bleed all over it, but I will clean it up, since you asked
nicely," I said as a joke, but I don't think her face looked like she took it
that way.

"Wait here ... I have an idea," she said, looking unhappy at that last
comment. Uh-oh.

She walked over to the closet in the hallway we just came from, and pulled out
a six foot metal rod with a device on the end for unscrewing light bulbs in
one hand, and a big metal hook in the other. She unscrewed the light bulb
remover, screwed in the hook, and extended the telescoping metal pole to its
full twelve foot length.

"Oh my God," I muttered under my breath.

"Well, you made it; you get to clean it!" she said, "Since you made such a
nice offer to clean that, go get the cleaning stuff out of the kitchen. I'll
wait. Be quick." She sounded a bit pissed, so I scrambled to the kitchen and
looked under the sink, where most people keep their cleaning products. I found
some 409 cleaner and some cleaning cloths, and raced back to the weight room,
more than a little frightened at this newest feat of strength I was about to
endure. Those ceilings were a long way to fall, even if Uber-Billie was below
to possibly catch me.

"Um, Billie, are you sure about this?" I asked, the fear starting to creep
into my voice.

"Tell you what. If you fall and I don't catch you I'll pay the doctor bill. If
you refuse to do this ... I WON'T. Now turn around." She stood there, her face
neutral, but looking suddenly imposing and frightening, her massively muscled
body making her that much more fearsome.

"Okay, no need to be hostile," I said quickly, turning around. I felt the hook
loop into the double belt loop at the back of my pants, and up I went, a
little more rapidly than I would have liked. I nearly dropped the cleaning
stuff, but fear of the reprisal for that gave me a deathlike grip on the
bottle and rag. I heard an evil little chuckle from below.

"Was that too fast? You looked like you were turning a little green," she
teased.

I had to look down, and was treated by the sight: Billie stood below me, pole
in hand (ONE HAND), guiding my body at the end of a twelve foot pole like I
was a fishing lure.

She stopped moving me around when I was about five inches from the splotch of
blood on the ceiling. I went to work, spraying it and wiping it off.
Thankfully it was a fresh spot, because it came right off, and I felt myself
lowering back down, arcing back toward the floor.

I suddenly stopped, my feet hovering a few inches above the ground, and turned
to see Billie, pole in both hands now, holding me off the floor with a big
smile on her face.

"I think I might have you do all of my ceilings like that. You were so cute up
there!" she said, jiggling my body on the end of the pole like a kid dangling
a toy in front of a cat. It was a bit humiliating just hanging there at her
mercy, but I have to admit that the way her entire upper body flared into
massive relief from the exertion was a real turn-on.

"I want you to something else for me!" she said, back in a playful mood.
"Pretend like you're jumping up and down ... crunch up your body, then stretch
it out."

With a sigh, I did as she asked (commanded). As I tucked my legs in to mimic
jumping, she lowered my body to within a few inches, then as I let my legs
out, she shot my body up, until I was a foot or so from the ceiling. She would
lower me back down excruciatingly slowly, and then we repeated the whole
thing. She would give a little laugh as I shot up, saying things like "Look
how high you can jump ... that must have been a ten footer!" or "You look like
a little bunny!" and other denigrating things. I was starting to not enjoy the
teasing, but I still couldn't get past the inhuman strength she must be
exerting to fling me upward at the end of a twelve foot pole! I wondered how
many times that multiplied my weight, but physics was never my strong subject,
so I gave up even attempting to fathom the power coming from her massively
pumped upper body.

She did about few more "jumps", then held me up at the height of her ceiling.
Her weight room had little windows around the rim of the ceiling that let
natural light into the room. I hung there, looking out them onto the roof of
her high rise. A bird landed, pecked around for a few seconds, and flew off as
it realized I was peering out at it, giving an angry squawk as if flew away.

"How do those windows look up there ... dirty?" she teased, lowering me slowly
back down. That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Hey, I don't do windows!" I said, back, pissed at being treated like this.

"Hmmm... I'll tell you what ... " she said, and my body raced back up toward
the ceiling, "You can take a look up there and get all the cobwebs you see for
your backtalk, Mr. Smartass!" I cringed as the ceiling sped toward me, only to
be stopped about two feet short, the speed so rapid I was afraid I was going
to fly right off the hook and hit the ceiling like a reverse meteor. As it
turned out, she held tight with those super strong muscles and I stopped short
of the ceiling, doing a full rotation around as the hook rotated with my
momentum, eventually hanging again, shaking in abject fear at the unfathomable
strength being displayed to me now in anger. I started to realize I needed to
tread a bit more lightly in this relationship, or run like hell if I got the
chance! I think I was too afraid to risk Option 2, so I meekly complied with
Billie's whims.

So for the next ten minutes, I hung like a limp dishrag from the hook, while
she walked the perimeter of the big room, me hunting and wiping up the cobwebs
I found or whatever else she told me to do up there. I was half-expecting her
to make me go get window cleaner and rise back up to actually do the windows,
but that didn't happen. I think she knew she got her point across.

Finally I lowered back down to the ground, and this time, my feet did touch
the floor.

"Nicely done, my little baby," she said, walking up to me, "I think we have an
understanding now."

"Yes, Billie," I said, defeated.

"Don't look so glum, John," she said, her face softening upon seeing my
expression, "I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. I'd be afraid to lay a hand
on you, as strong as I am."

"You realize we will have disagreements, right?" She took my face gently in
her hands, and brought my eyes up to meet hers. "I'm sorry, John. I'll try my
best to not force you to see my point of view, but I'm not perfect, okay? Let
me make it up to you."

With those words, she grabbed the back of my pants, exactly where the hook had
been, and lifted my body until I was about four feet off the floor. She
switched me over to her other hand, cupped under my ass, and undid my fly. She
then pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees (wow, she didn't destroy
them, I thought, I guess she's really trying to be gentle!) and started
playing with my cock, which was at a state of semi-arousal ever since I was
first being dangled from a twelve foot pole and walked around the room.

"You're upset at me, and afraid, but you're still aroused? You really DO like
these muscles, don't you?" she smiled up at me, shooting a big single bicep
pose with her free arm. She watched my gaze roam lustily over that massive
arm, and pivoted her hand, isolating each muscle group through her arm, each
incredible striation playing across her limb in a dance of power. She kept up
her tease, straightening and pumping her arm, coaxing every last millimeter of
mass out of that already pumped monster, exulting in my reaction. I heard her
softly moan, and she decided to treat me to a little more, flexing her pecs,
her arms swaying my body slightly as she did, her huge boobs bouncing like
someone was lifting them from below. I think I started to salivate, and she
gave a little laugh, chest shaking. Then her mouth descended upon my cock.

Words cannot describe a heart-rendingly beautiful, super musclar woman holding
you in the palm of her hand at shoulder height, giving you a blowjob, knees
pressing into those huge breasts, body gently swaying back and forth as that
incredibly strong arm moves you bodily in and out of her hot mouth.

The feeling of weightlessness, of powerlessness, was as euphoric as the sex
act itself, and I arched my back at the incredible sensation, legs jerking
into her huge boobs, hands clenching in mid-air. It was quite simply the most
awesome sexual experience I had ever had. Billie had certainly topped herself
today, and I didn't think it was possible after the last month and a half.

I felt her draw my length from her mouth, the suction incredible, until my
cock came out with a loud POP, and she smiled up at me.

"Wow, I think I'm onto something ... this looks like a special reward for my
good boy! Should I continue?" she teased, holding me out at arm's length.

"Oh ... fuck ... YES ... PLEASE," I gasped, my entire body suffering from her
pause.

She laughed, and held me there a few excruciating moments longer, then drew me
back in, no arm quivering, no fatigue, just this superior look on her face
(and why not?), that knowing smile as her lips slid back over my penis telling
me that I was hers to do with as she pleased. If ever there was a clear image
of dominance of one being over another, this was it. And you know what? I was
okay with that.

I endured about five more minutes of that mouth, the incredible sensation of
being held aloft so easily, the gentle motion of being moved back and forth
with no more effort than brushing her teeth, and the thought of her power hit
me like a fist as I came, my whole body bucking backward uncontrollably as I
fired a gigantic blast of come down Billie's mouth.

I think I caught her by surprise, because for the first time since we got back
together, I overcame her (pardon the pun), and the amount and force of my
ejaculation overflowed her mouth, squirting some of the sticky substance from
the corners of her mouth.

Maybe it was the act of her having to balance me so I didn't fall from my
precarious seat that allowed that little bit to escape, or the fact that she
now had three of her fingers jammed up her and was having a little orgasm of
her own, but I started shaking as her whole body reacted to her orgasm, and I
felt my might seat, the solid powerful arm that three of me couldn't budge,
falter.

I fell the four feet to the ground, and her knees buckled, with us both ending
up in a heap on the floor, a tangle of arms and legs, some super-powered,
others not so much.

"Billie ... " I croaked, when I could finally draw breath to speak.

"Yeah, honey," she drawled, her voice sounding far away.

"I think that just made up for you getting angry, for cheating and for the
fucking Holocaust," I said, my arms reaching out to entwine her.

I felt her immense arms encircle my body as well, and I was pulled into her
gigantic tits, my head moved down to rest on those huge fleshy pillows.

"I swear, John, I'll never be mean to you again, if you agree to do that with
me for the rest of your life," she said.

And with that impromptu proposal, we became engaged for the second time.