The Caliph's wife: prologue   
   
  This is the chronicle of the last few months of my life. I never thought   
that I would one day write about it but this is without taking account of   
what happened to me and Andrea - that's my wife - over the last several   
months. We have changed, especially her. She changed so much that her   
changes soon dictated our lives. My changes, to my great pleasure at first   
turned out to be a prison I cannot now evade. Is this story worth telling?   
I'll let you be the judge but I'm sure that at least I will have given you   
a reason to hate of love, worship or despise Andrea. What about myself?   
Well, she's simultaneously the goddess of my prayers and the guardian of my   
fears. I cannot escape what she has become and I'm not certain that I would   
like to do so. Like so many contexts and circumstances in our lives that we   
are afraid to change, Andrea scares me more than you can imagine but my   
addiction to her is even greater. One day, perhaps she'll do away with me   
and then only will I be able to tell is she was predominantly the origin of   
my pleasures and desires or the source of my torments.   
   
The Caliph's wife   
   
  Andrea and I met a few years ago. Physically speaking, she was   
unbelievable. When I looked at her for the first time, I thought my heart   
was to explode. She had short blond hair, turquoise eyes and a smile that   
made my knee trembled. Below her lovely face was the most exquisite body   
that I had ever seen live. She was short, tanned, fit and projected the   
physical attraction that only youth can convey. Andrea was very athletic   
and her body was covered by tanned muscles that gave the impression that   
she was chiselled in some kind of smooth marble. Her legs were long and   
fine but with the definition of a gymnast. Yes, that's the best comparison:   
a gymnast.   
  Her small breasts were of pure pleasure to contemplate and - as I was to   
discover later on - to caress. Her stomach was dense with muscle and her   
waist was so narrow that her licra short, although snugly fit on her round   
ass and marvellous thighs, was too large around her waist. God, how many   
times did I dream about slowly pulling down these shorts along her glorious   
legs in expose this magnificent ass of hers.   
  Her shoulders and arms were to me, of even greater perfection. Doing   
pull-downs at the gym, her small chiselled muscles gave to her upper-body   
the pretension to perfection. Her small lats would spread remarkably   
widening her back in such a way that her waist looked almost to small. From   
behind, she looked so delicate yet so strong. She was everything I wanted.   
She was perfection incarnated and I had to possess her.   
  Funnily enough, I first spoke to Andrea at a concert; a blues concert in   
a smoky bar downtown a few blocks away from my place. She told me later   
that she didn't recognise me from the gym; she simply said hello as she   
thought she new me but couldn't put a name on my face. As I was about to   
light up a cigarette (I occasionally smoke during those occasions) she came   
up to me and pulled the cigarette out of my mouth: "I never kiss a   
smoker.". Many things happened simultaneously in me. First my brain   
disconnected, second my basic instincts took control of my lower body and   
my voice disappeared.   
  "Where do I know you from?" was her next sentence. I could not say   
anything and was completely subjugated by her beauty and sexiness. The way   
she dressed, the way she smiled and laughed, the way she talked and look at   
you completely annihilated me. I became in a matter of minutes her greatest   
worshipper; she was my temple and I had no choice but to become her high   
priest.   
  Andrea and I quickly became inseparable. How can I say? She had, in a   
matter of days, became the centre of my life. One night away from her was   
one night wasted. Our lovemaking sessions were not hot, great or fantastic   
their were undescribable. She gave herself to sex as if it was going to be   
the last time every time. Sometimes, in the minutes proceeding her   
climaxes, she was in a transe-like state and became almost violent. Her   
body would start shaking and all her muscle would tense. She was small but   
curiously strong. Her leg around my waist would tighten so hard that it was   
almost impossible for me to move. Instead she would thrust her hips on mine   
with a frightening force, pushing and pulling me as deep as she could   
inside of her holding on to my arms with a painful grip. Her face would   
deform as if she was in pain and a strange growl would come out of her   
throat. Most of the time, I could wait for her orgasm to hit her before I'd   
loose control of myself. In the rare occasions when I could not, her   
frustration was extreme and she would mysteriously cry. On one occasion,   
where my poor body could not sustain her powers, she pushed me away   
violently and curled up next to me sobbing and kept on repeating the most   
intriguing words: "This is not me, this is not me!". I questioned her at   
length about this but she never answered. All I could do - after the   
adequate pause - was to fuck her as hard as I could this time to her   
satisfaction. I should have realised then, that this episode meant   
something of the utter importance.   
   
  Andrea played hard and lived life to the maximum. She was in many ways my   
exact opposite. I enjoy the beach, the sun and I'm a firm believer in the   
saying "Hasten slowly". I often wondered why Andrea was so attracted to me.   
I think overall I made her happy. In bed, I'm sure I did and she has always   
been very flattering. But was it really me? Still today I have the   
impression that any other man, with a decent technique and a large penis   
(she likes that very much) could satisfy her just as well. That in a way   
defines Andrea: she's instantaneous. She lives now. What yesterday? It's   
gone and tomorrow is still to come. I was with her and that was the full   
story. If I made her laugh, if I satisfy her in bed, if she could count on   
me, that is for her the full story. And as far as I was concerned, looking   
down at her in bed moaning and screaming as she orgasmed, why would I think   
about anything else but the present. These were the best days of my life.   
  One day she came back home with a pile a magazines that she dropped in   
front of me on the coffee table. She sat next to me and decreed that she   
wanted to be a bodybuilder. "Have a look at this!" she said. She showed me   
pictures of the most muscular women I had ever seen. To my surprise, I was   
quite turned on by some of them. "Look at this one, she fantastic! Look at   
her arms and ass, look at her stomach. I thought mine was ripped!".   
Flicking through the magazines, Andrea talked incessantly. I her eyes I   
could see the excitement and the pure lust that these pictures induced in   
her and my physical desire for Andrea was unbearable. Still looking at the   
magazine, she slid one hand between my crotch to feel my huge rigid   
erection and while massaging it violently she kept on turning the pages.   
"Babe, these turn you on as well I can feel it. I will be just that. I'll   
beat them all and I will fulfil my fantasies.". This was too much for me   
and I came into my pants but I was so excited by her state of mind that we   
made love for many hours afterwards.   
  "Andrea, what's this new fantasy?" I said lazily turning the pages of one   
of the magazine. "These women look great but to my eyes, you're perfect.".   
This put her into a state that is hard to describe. She was out of control   
she spoke incessantly for long minutes "I want to be strong. I want to be   
looked at. I want that power. I want your finger to feel how hard I am."   
were amongst the things populating her dreams. I must say that it was a   
turn on for me as well and I certainly not to say anything if our future   
sex life with my Andrea plus muscle was anything like what I just had   
experienced.   
   
  So began her pursuit of the perfect physique. She went to the gym   
religiously - sometimes with me - and worked out just like she has sex:   
hard. Later she told me that she used to go twice as often as she admitted.   
I could not follow her. I'd normally arrive in the last hour of her workout   
when she'd be covered with sweat. She looked great. Within a few month she   
put on quite a bit of muscle. I guess she would have qualified in a   
bodybuilding lightweight class. But with her frame and metabolism it was   
quite obvious to me that she would never be massive. She was very strong   
though - for her size that is. She liked to arm-wrestle me and she was   
tough to beat but I had to tell her "Babe, I'm 30 kgs heavier than you are   
and THAT's the reason.". Teasingly she'd say "One day, I'll kick your   
butt!" but I had the strange impression that there was some resentment   
behind it all.   
  Those first month of rapid progress were followed by a stagnation phase.   
I kept telling her that this was to be expected but she soon became   
irritable. I tried my best to convince her that she had to be realistic and   
obey the law of nature. "You're a small girl with a small frame. You look   
great like you are. Our sex life if fantastic." Those were the lines I used   
and that failed. For many weeks, she was in a sombre move. My desire for   
her was stronger than ever; her new, even firmer and stronger body, was   
impossibly attractive but she profoundly frustrated by the situation. For   
days - and believe it, for me it seemed like months - Andrea said no to any   
of my advances. She didn't try to cover it by giving excuses, she was   
simply frustrated and just pushed me away gently saying that she was sorry   
but she could not make love in her present state of mind.   
   
  I kept thinking about the whole thing. One day it had to stop and I had   
to realised it was out of my hands. She had to solve the problem not me.   
When you have made love with Andrea, masturbation was a pale placebo and   
the day she burst home with a bright smile on her face and a glitter in her   
eyes, I briefly thought that our problems were over. "Babe, I can do it   
now!" she said to me. "What do you mean?" I asked with curiosity. She   
explained to me that this old, middle-east looking woman came up to her and   
said with an exotic accent "I can see in your eyes the desire to be someone   
else. Alas, we are what we are. If you want to change, I can help you   
change. I am old and poor and I need to eat.". She then pulled out of her   
bag a bottle of oil and said "This oil contains an old secret that stayed   
in my family for generations. This secret is the key to youth and strength.   
But beware it cannot be controlled.".   
  "Andrea, your so gullible! How much did you pay for that?". That was the   
first serious argument we ever had. Considering the amount of money she had   
spent on the stuff, I had all the reasons to believe she got totally   
screwed. "Are you insane, Andrea? Two months salary for this! Look at the   
label, it's entirely in Arabic!". She swore that the old woman was   
trustworthy but I would have none of it. "Look, since you paid for the   
stuff, you might as well use it but did you ask yourself why, if it was the   
'key to youth and strength', she didn't use it on herself?". She didn't   
reply. This left me in a furious mood.   
   
  That evening, as I was reading in bed, Andrea stood in front of the   
bedroom mirror, opened up one the bottle of oil, and sensuously started by   
rub her legs, spreading a fine coating all the way up. Bending slightly   
forward to show me her incredibly round ass, she oiled her backside slowly   
and then proceeded to run her hands on her torso pushing her small breasts   
together. My heart was pounding and my penis was aching under the blood   
pressure. I dropped my book and started to pump on my member as she poured   
out more oil from the bottle and covered her arms, shoulders and neck with   
it. It had been many days since we had made love and my anticipation was so   
great that when she turned around, facing me with her incredible body   
glistening under the tamed lights, I explode releasing more semen than I   
ever thought possible. Andrea, looked at me with a devilish smile and   
bending down to swallow my penis she said "And this is only the   
beginning.".   
  The next morning Andrea got up early and immediately dressed up for the   
gym after a huge breakfast. She said to me that she was going to train like   
never before. Well, if that's all it took for Andrea to be happy and for   
our sex life to blossomed, two months salary was a fairly good price. How   
ridiculous though. As if this oil could do anything for her I remember   
thinking toying with bottle. "Arabic..." I said to myself, "I wondered   
what's on these labels?". Probably some bullshit; probably it's just a   
packet of Arabic symbols put together without any meaning in some suburb of   
New-York, L.A. or Paris.   
  A few days went past and the oiling ritual kept on coming back every   
night to my great pleasure. Andrea was incredibly sexy and - to my great   
pleasure - horny. She felt stronger as well; somewhat bigger. Sitting on   
top of me, raping my poor body to a state of complete exhaustion I   
marvelled at the perfection of her upper body while my manhood appreciated   
her inner strength.   
   
  "You see Babe, it works!" she said pointing at the balance "I've put on   
two kilos since last week.". I tried to be polite and state as gently as I   
could: "This wouldn't have anything to do with your spending 4 hours a day   
in the gym, would it?". She was adamant that it was the oil. "So be it!" I   
thought.   
  I must say that over the following days her progress was quite rapid. She   
was developing muscle faster than normal; in fact, her arms became rapidly   
quite impressive. Not in size but in hardness and definition. Once, in bed   
in another one of our love making sessions, Andrea lying on her back me on   
top of her, I was completely entranced by her body and just about to lose   
control, she grabbed my hands and put them on her biceps and flexed "Feel   
these, Babe, their are incredible.". Two samll balls of stone hard muscle   
expanded under my hands. I put all my weight on them but their didn't give   
in. "Fuck me harder, Babe." she said. I don't know quite what happened   
after that. I was furiously thrusting my hips against hers while feeling   
Andrea's amazing arms when and immense orgasm hit me.   
  Many hours later I woke up. It was 2 or 3 o'clock in the night. Andrea   
was not in bed. I saw, on the desk, under the small lamp the bottle of oil   
opened. I got up and went to the living room. To my surprise Andrea was   
there on a gym mat with an assortments of dumbbells and weights. "What are   
you doing, Andrea? It's the middle of the night!". She didn't answered   
immediately but rather finished her shoulder press. Standing up, her back   
to me, her body was completely covered with oil and gave to her an unreal   
glow. "My God, she's really bigger!" is what went through my head. She was   
wider, taller and so ripped that for a second I thought it was somebody   
else. When she finally turn around I realised that my attraction to her   
could not be controlled anymore. She walked up to me and fondling my huge   
erection, she said "I wasn't tired and I thought that a little working out   
could do me good.". "How long have you been training for?" I asked trying   
not to ejaculate in her hand. "Oh, 2 or 3 hours? My body is responding so   
well and I feel so incredibly strong. Do you have any objections Babe?".   
She said that looking at me straight in the eyes, pumping harder and harder   
on me. I tried to say something but I was riveted to her eyes. They were   
defiant and almost mean; her smile almost a rictus. My knees were   
trembling, my mouth dried up; I had become a toy in her hands. "Babe, you   
like what you see and feel, don't you?" and as she reached up to kiss me, I   
exploded in her hand while her tongue was pushing on mine so hard that I   
couldn't breath for long seconds. She moved her head away abruptly and,   
slowly spreading my sperm on my chest and abs, she said "And this is only   
the beginning!".   
  I think Andrea spent a few more hours working out while I went back to   
the bedroom. I couldn't sleep for a long while. I had to find out what were   
in that bottle, where it came from, what they were for. Andrea came back   
after a shower and decreed she was tired; so was I.   
   
  "Saed, could you translated this for me?". Saed was an old friend I met   
years ago; he was originally from Algeria but had a long family history in   
the middle east. He had a quick look at the bottle I stole from Andrea   
while she was out. "Well, my Arabic is a bit rusty. Let me check this   
out.". After a few minutes he finally said "This is old Arabic. There's too   
many words I don't understand for me to translate. Where did you find this   
anyway?". I had to invent some shaky story but I did manage to convince him   
to help. "Leave it with me for a few days and I'll see what I can do.". I   
could not leave the bottle behind and Saed did a quick copy.   
  Saed rang me back a week later. "Come over, I've found what you needed.".   
I rushed to his place as fast as I could. He was quite excited and spoke   
rapidly. "The only thing that was clear on the writing was the name Ben Ali   
Arrehd. That somehow reminded me of someone." he said dropping a large book   
in front of me on the table. It was entitled "Mythes et fantasmes sexuels   
du moyen-orient".   
- "Saed, you know I don't speak French: translation please.".   
- "This is an old book dating from the French colonial period in northern   
Africa. It's been with my family for two generations: Middle east sexual   
myths and fantasies. I used to read it as a teenager; I found it more   
exciting than 'One Thousand and One Nights' if you see what I mean...   
Anyway, look at page 83.". I flicked through the book and opened it at page   
83 and I read: 'Le harem du calife Ben Ali Arrehd'.   
- "So? Translation please.".   
- "You're hopeless," Saed said "Caliph Ben Ali Arrehd's harem, that's what   
it says. I'll spare you the details and get to the point. The Caliph Ben   
Ali Arrehd had a fixation on huge women. He spent the greater part of his   
fortune sending his people away to bring back the tallest and strongest   
women to populate his harem. He had African giantess from the deep south,   
blonds of Amazonian proportions from the Nordic countries. He was totally   
abscessed. He commanded that the tallest people of his Caliphate should get   
married to produce the strongest, biggest offsprings. But that wasn't   
enough; he needed more, his sexual appetite was insatiable. One day, a very   
tall old man with blue eyes and black skin appeared before him and offered   
him to fulfil his wildest dreams. He would give him the recipe for an   
ointment that would transform the scrawniest being into a goliath. The   
price to pay was mysterious: 'Free your harem but keep the one you desire   
most.'.   
  "The Caliph, freed his harem and kept a black giantess who was his most   
precious lover. 'Old man, I did what you asked me to. So I consider us to   
be even. Now you must understand that you must die for I shall be the sole   
possessor of your ointments.'.   
  She was a mad beast with hands and feet of awesome size and who towered   
above the Caliph by one full head. Ben, prepared the ointments as the   
traveller told him to. It took him months to gathered all the ingredient   
and he had to wage a war that split the Muslim words forever to finalise   
his recipe. He gave the ointment to his lover and little by little she grew   
into an inhuman muscular colossus. Her presence in the palace scared even   
the biggest guards. Little by little, her power over the Caliph grew. In a   
matter of months, she was the master of the palace and decided that she   
needed more than one pathetic man to satisfy her gigantic appetite. She   
started to build her own harem made of equal number of male and female and   
one day the Caliph Ben Ali Arrehd frustrated of being a pawn on the sex   
board, entered her room while five athletic men were making love to her,   
and said 'Enough if this! I am the Caliph and I decide who lives and and   
who dies and your time has come.'. The ebony giantess, pushed away her   
lovers, got up and replied: 'The traveller you killed was my father; he   
came to free me but he could not foresee that it was me you would keep. Now   
that I am what you always desired and that I possess all that you possess,   
indeed my time has come and yours has ended.". She then wrapped her massive   
body around him and slowly and excruciatingly she crushed every bone in his   
body. When she dropped him, he fell on the floor like a shapeless bag of   
skin and meat. She then returned to his lovers and raped them one after the   
other.".   
  This story disturbed me to the highest point. Was Andrea's oil really   
that created centuries before by Caliph Ben Ali Arrehd? Could she become   
such a giantess that would dominate me? Although quite upsetting, this   
story was also strangely exciting. The idea of Andrea become inhumanly   
large and strong generated in me a sexual tension that is difficult to   
describe. I kept the whole thing a secret and decided to let some time pass   
and see what was the future to bring. This after all was only a myth and my   
rational told me that it was simply and purely impossible.   
   
  Andrea soon insisted to build her own private gym in the basement of the   
house. She insisted with such vigour that I finally agreed. Soon enough we   
had everything we needed for training. Actually it was good fun. I'd train   
with her in the evenings after work and I found it very stimulating to see   
her incredible body developing and growing week after week. At this point,   
I could not tell if her development was due to her extreme exercise   
schedule or to this oil she was using. It was purely a psychological   
effect: I was extremely pleased with the events and my mind simply shut out   
any forthcoming problems. After the most amazing physical encounters who   
cares about tomorrow? I slept like a baby and I was looking forward to   
return to my improved Andrea every day after work, period.   
  As is happen ever so often, my job called me away for a full two weeks. I   
love my job but the thought of leaving Andrea for such a long period was a   
real downer. "I'll be back as soon as I can Andrea, if I can I'll cut it   
short.". I had the strange impression that she was almost pleased that I   
was leaving but then she added "Come back to me when you can and I'll have   
a surprise for you.". Little did I know that the minute I left, she took   
two weeks of vacation and organised every single minute of her days around   
weight training, aerobics and flexibility classes. She had became obsessed   
and she had decided to go to the limit of her physical abilities.   
  The two weeks went by second by second. On the way home, I bought some   
flowers and jumping out of the taxi, I was so excited that I had trouble   
pulling the notes out of my wallet to pay for the taxi. All I could think   
about was Andrea my sex goddess. The thought of caressing her blessed body   
obsessed me so much the my whole body was shaking. I rushed to the door,   
knocked, put the flowers at arm's length in front of me and waited. The   
door opened and my whole world capsized.   
  Andrea, or was it her, stood in front of me in the sexiest, tightest   
dress I ever seen. She was looking at me almost eye to eye with a perverse   
smile on her mouth and evil glow in her eyes. I quickly look down to   
confirm the confuse thought that flashed in my mind: no, she wasn't wearing   
high-heels! My eyes, animated by their own will, moved up slowly along her   
incredibly long legs. Andrea's thin ankles tapered up slowly at first to   
then form the strongest calves I've ever seen on any athlete. They were   
protruding on either side with such ferocity that her stocking were visibly   
stretched. My heart was pounding. Her thighs that used to be so fine and   
athletic had become two pillars covered by slabs of striated muscles. Her   
black licra dress, moulded to her hips, and barely thicker than her   
stockings, was enhancing her tiny waist and the deeply grooved abdominal   
muscles forming a frightening shell. Still further up, her two small   
breasts were flattened by the tension in her dress on a deep and striated   
chest forming an unreal cleavage. In fact her small round breasts seemed   
lost on the vast area that had become her torso enhanced by huge, thick   
lats. Her shoulders, protruding from her dress had become two powerful   
balls of thick and shiny muscles completed by beautifully sculptured arms   
pushed away from her body by the large V of her lats. Long and thick veins   
were running along her ripped forearms and on top of her thick and shiny   
biceps to disappear in her glorious shoulders.   
  Andrea stood before me motionless until I had completed my survey and   
then with a narcissic admiration glow in her eyes, raised an arm and,   
turning her head towards it to admire her upper arm, flexed the biggest,   
most beautiful biceps that I ever seen on a woman. She kept it flexed for   
long seconds, herself being hypnotised by it, her smile revealing her   
contentment and her eyes her worship for this creature she had created and   
that lived on her arm. She then said: "Not bad for two weeks work.". I   
couldn't move and while I stood there like an imbecile, she bent down to   
pick up the flowers that I had dropped and said "Are these for me? Babe,   
what a nice thought. Hmm, they smell good," she added as she turned around   
continuing "come on in we've got so sex to catch up with.".   
  "Fucking hell!", I thought, "this is unbelievable. This oil is really   
working.". My head was spinning and I was dizzy. She had become a goddess   
in two weeks. What was to happen next? She was almost my height now and   
probably as heavy as I was. What were our friends to say? To be honest, I   
was afraid of the future and Saed's story was spinning in my head; I   
certainly didn't want to be the Caliph of her world. My penis was hurting   
from the giant erection that was trying to blow it apart and when Andrea   
came back wondering why I was still outside ("What's wrong Babe, aren't you   
please to see me?") she immediately realised the huge pulsating bulge: "Let   
me handle this Babe, I promise not to hurt it with my new muscles...".   
   
  "Yeah, I didn't really realised I had grown so much.". She was standing   
in front of the bedroom mirror in front of me. She was a few centimetres   
shorter than me still but she looked so muscular and strong that I said   
"And how much do you weigh now?". "Let's check it out!" she replied turning   
around and picking me up with little effort, her shiny biceps bulging   
violently in the process. She stepped on the balance that indicated 173 kg.   
A quick calculation gave me the answer I wanted. She was about 5 kilos   
lighter than me. "Wow, Andrea the amount of muscle you put on is amazing!".   
She was radiant and proud; she put me down and said "And I'm pretty damn   
strong as well! This is so great, Babe. You know, I think I'm stronger than   
you are now. I fact, I think I could rape you.". She said that in a cheeky   
way that her eyes belied. "How would you like that, Babe?". She moved   
slowly towards me cornering me in the process. She raised a hand and put a   
finger on my chest pushing me gently against the wall. I hadn't notice how   
huge her hands had become; they were like two powerful large beasts with   
long, strong muscular legs. Running her finger down my chest and along my   
abs, she said "Raped, would you like that, Babe?" as she engulfed my   
manhood into her powerful muscular hand. "What's wrong, Babe, no erection?   
Are you scared?" she said with a wicked smile. For long seconds, we stared   
at each other, my heart was thumping but this time, if was from fear. Raw   
fear. Finally I managed to say "Yes, I'm scared of you Andrea.".   
  Suddenly she transformed from the scariest character into a little   
teenage girl who had pulled a good joke on you. She was jumping up and down   
giggling and smiling "Babe, I really got you on this one. You were scared,   
you were scared, you big dummy. Do you think I'd hurt my own private orgasm   
generator?'. That was Andrea for you; always playing hard and to the limit.   
I must say that after this little incident, my love for her grew to new   
heights and when she said "But let me show you how strong I am." I was in a   
good mood for the arm wrestling contest she had in mind. We both sat down   
facing each other, locked hands ("God, they are so large!") and Andrea said   
"Go!". I put in everything I had and I'm no weakling but two seconds after   
it started I knew I had no chance. Andrea arm erupted with muscle covered   
by almost translucid skin and large veins the size of my little fingers   
appeared around her biceps and along her forearm. Slowly but inexorably she   
brought my arm down onto the table, released it and softly said "Babe, you   
loose.".   
  As if I hadn't realised it.   
   
  
  
   
  Things started to evolve quite rapidly. We had to move. Andrea's   
metamorphosis had become so obvious, so disturbing that we decided to   
change town. Luckily, I'm quite well off and the company I work for could   
relocate me snappily. In fact, I was even able to chose were we went. We   
agreed on a large city on the ocean under a climate that suited both of us.   
Andrea, had never been to the see and was thrilled by the thought of the   
beach and the surf.   
  Andrea kept on evolving and she was working at it harder and harder. Soon   
she became heavier than me and it became more and more difficult for her to   
dress up in a inconspicuous way. Buying close became a headache. She was   
now tall for a woman and her impossibly long, muscular legs, each one the   
size of her waist were impossible to clad in anything but tights. Her   
small, round breasts on her large torso tapering down in an impressive V,   
were a puzzle without solutions as far as bras were concerned. Soon she   
became known on the beach near our house as she used to sunbathe regularly.   
This was not to my liking as people started to question her about her   
incredible physique.   
  "Babe, come over here.". This was a Sunday morning. Andrea was just back   
from an early swim. She looked fantastic and I was horny. "Babe," she said   
"you need to build up. Your a bit skinny.". "Me skinny? by whose   
standards?". Of course, this was a bad reply. She was standing a good 5   
centimetres above me, with a body that would have put to shame any   
heavyweight female bodybuilder. "Well, Babe, turn around and look.". She   
stood right behind me and, in the bedroom mirror, I saw what she meant.   
Behind me, she raised on tiptoes, legs wide apart and, her hands on her   
hips, hit a lats spread so wide that it dwarfted me and made my penis snap   
to life. "See what I mean?" she said as she moved to the side table to get   
the bottle of oil. I immediately backed away and said "No Andrea, I'm not   
touching this stuff.". She didn't even listen to me. She poured some oil in   
her hands and walked to me rubbing them together. She simply and   
effortlessly overpowered me slammed me into the bed face first and spread   
the oil on my back, ass and legs and then flipped me over to finish the   
job. She reached for some more oil and holding me down with one powerful   
hand, massaged my rock hard throbbing penis and balls until I ejaculated   
wildly. She then proceeded to remove her swimming suit revealing her   
glorious muscular body and as she straddled me she said "And you will   
become my personal stallion.".   
  Andrea kept me on the oil for a few weeks and I rapidly put a fair amount   
of muscle on. I guess you could say now that I'm somewhat muscular and she   
was very please with it. In fact, I was quite please myself especially by   
the definition I had acquired but what was truly amazing was the size of my   
genitals. Andrea had been very, very attentionate with them and it had   
paid. The size of my erections were truly amazing and Andrea's hunger for   
them kept on me the happiest man on earth for weeks.   
  But if I had made progress that was nothing compared with Andrea's and   
soon we had to move again. This time it was a bit more difficult but it had   
to be done and I had so much energy that everything seemed possible at the   
time. Soon we found a new house with a large basement for Andrea's gym in a   
leafy suburb as distant as possible from our previous location.   
   
  Andrea became more and more obsessed with her body, size and power. She   
now was a full head taller than me with shoulders that would barely go   
through door frames. I tried once to tell her that she might be on the   
'big' size. She came up to me and pulling her muscle shirt up revealing her   
torso while looking down at me she said "Don't you like me like this,   
Babe?". The only answer she needed was the instant reaction she induced in   
my trousers. "You ain't seen nothing yet." she mumbled as she went away   
back to the gym.   
  Around that time, Andrea met a rich woman named Patricia (that's not her   
real name) from the local gym. They had met at the aerobics class and soon   
became good friend. I quite liked Patricia. She was petite, sexy and   
classy. She was a good 15 years older than me and Andrea and had made her   
fortune in book trading. It was obvious to me that Patricia was totally   
obsessed by Andrea's body and I suspected these two to have an affair quite   
early on. But what was I to do? Threaten Andrea? Besides I found it quite   
stimulating. One evening I got down into the gym. Andrea was doing barbell   
curls with Patricia facing her. "Come on, Andrea one more, you can do it!".   
Andrea's face was totally deformed by the effort and her high cut top could   
barely contain herself. On either side of her, huge thick arms,   
crisscrossed with large bulging veins were pumping up what appeared to be a   
ton of steel. I had a raging erection. When Andrea finished her reps,   
Patricia with lust in her eyes, started to run her tiny hand on Andrea's   
arms saying "They are truly amazing!" and in response, Andrea flexed one of   
them for her little friend who put her hand on the gigantic shiny   
cantaloupe size ball of muscle that had become her biceps. Andrea still   
grasping for air was smiling and was obviously proud of the reaction of   
Patricia. That's when I came in: "Hi girls, still having fun.". Andrea   
turned quickly towards me and said "Babe, having a training partner is so   
great!". Patricia, looked at me with a sexy smile: "Yeah, she's   
unbelievable!" and looking down between my legs, she saw my inhuman bulge   
and added "But I guess you know that already.". She came to me and said out   
loud while rubbing my erection "Andrea, can I have a piece of this   
monster?". I was about to cream my pants when Andrea moved in, pushed away   
Patricia, and said "Babe, why do you come down here to tempt us? I haven't   
finished my workout yet and please hide this." she said squeezing my member   
with such strength, that I thought I would pass out. She then turned   
towards Patricia and explained "That's my Babe, he can barely satisfy me   
Patricia, so there's no way I'm sharing it, errr..., I mean him.". As I   
walked up the stairs, Patricia winked at me and ran her tongue along her   
lips. I had to go to the bathroom to jerk off.   
   
  "Ok Babe, are you ready?". Was I ever. Andrea and Patricia had been   
muscling up like obcessive-compulsive maniacs over the previous months and   
Andrea decided that she had reached the size she always wanted: monstruous.   
The last week or so had been dedicated to get shredded and ripe like top   
ranking competitors. In the process, Andrea decided to cut down on sex and   
I was left to my imagination for the last few days. I was as horny as hell   
and she new that well. "Babe, I know it's tough but I'll be grateful to you   
when it will be over and I'll be quite a day for you I promise.". With   
promises like that, a man can wait.   
  So there I was sitting in the sofa stark naked as Andrea ordered. She   
said, the time had come to show me her finished product, her final version   
of what she had become. I was so excited that my legs were trembling and if   
I didn't have an erection it was simply because I was too anxious. A soft   
jazzy music was filling the air and I could feel my pulse racing at an   
infernal pace.   
  Andrea entered the room perched on black scaled high heel shoes that   
forced her to bend down as she went through the door frame. She had draped   
around her shoulders a black cape lined with red satin that was covering   
her whole body. Each step would reveal, as the cape opened, her giant   
calves muscles bunched up, ready to explode. She stopped right in front of   
me legs wide apart, her immense stature dominating me. "Babe, be prepared   
for the time of you life.". As she said that, she fluently turned around   
and dropped that cape that fell at her feet. I could not believe my eyes!   
There, a meter away from me stood the most muscular human being that ever   
walked on this earth. She was perfection incarnated. I instantly fell dizzy   
as my blood rushed into my penis to create a mammoth erection dedicated to   
the power and beauty of Andrea. I never felt something like this. The huge   
purple head of my member, blood-filled to the point of bursting, was pushed   
ferociously against my abs by its giant pillar. Huge, thick veins were   
running along it length like living canals to feed the head.   
  Andrea body was wrapped in a dress that left nothing to the imagination.   
It covered nothing of her glorious legs and enhanced the roundness of her   
powerful and large ass. Andrea always had long legs and a short torso. Now   
it seemed that these proportions were pushed to an extreme by the width of   
her upper back that the dress could not possibly contained. How could it   
contain shoulder the size of pumpkins with grooves to match and trapeze   
muscles that formed two perfectly symmetric mountains on either side of her   
powerful neck. How could it cover Andrea's massive arms propped away from   
her body by her gigantic striated lats. When she said "Satisfied so far?",   
I knew more was to come.   
  The static Andrea that I just described for you started to move. Each   
movement made large slabs of muscle to shift and dance under her skin. She   
raised both arms symmetrically and started to flex her biceps while   
breathing in and expanding her rib cage. The dress just couldn't resist it   
and ripped apart leaving only her ass hidden from my eyes. When she finally   
reached her double bicep pause, I had completely lost control of myself. I   
could take my eyes off Andrea but yet I felt as if a nuclear explosion had   
happened at the tip of my oversized rod. Flows of semen were gushing out of   
my member and flooded my stomach that was seized by violent muscular   
contraction. I had never come so intensely but yet I was still as hard as a   
rock when Andrea swiftly turned around to face me. From behind, I didn't   
realised that she has the tiniest bikini top under her dress. Andrea's   
breast were small compared with the rest of her and were like two round   
cups sitting on her voluminous pecs. The top was almost transparent and   
covered and area barely larger that Andrea's fully erect nipples.   
  "So Babe, suffering from incontinence?" she said pulling what was left of   
her dress along her infinite legs and looking at my sperm covered genitals.   
She through me the dress and suggested to clean myself with it. As I was   
cleaning my throbbing member with it, she stepped forward and raised a leg   
above my head and put her feet high on the wall behind me. My mouth was   
inches away from her cunt and my vision was blocked by the most powerful   
set of abs that ever covered any stomach. Andrea knew that and contracted   
them slowly making them bulge insanely as thick veins were shifting on the   
surface her bellybutton disappearing in the process. The tension in my   
penis had built to new heights. I knew I was to ejaculate again soon.   
  Andrea, was toying with me and, pretending a cold detachment, she was   
caressing with satisfaction the leg she had put up above me: "Feel my   
muscle," she said "feel how delirious they are.". I started to caress her   
thigh and felt its incredible volume and warmth when she started to   
contract it. My fingers were running along huge strands of vibrating, steel   
hard muscle that ran from her small knee up to her large, powerful hips. My   
hole hand seemed minuscule on Andrea's leg and this disproportion in size   
was creating in me the most incredible sexual tension. I extended my reach   
and, in passing caressing her hidden genitals, I reach for her ass and her   
two unbelievable globes of pure female muscle. Everywhere I touched seemed   
to expand under Andrea's control. This was too much and I was beating on my   
penis to reach another climax when Andrea stopped me cold grabbing my   
wrist. "Hold on Babe, let me do this.". Straddling me with her giant body,   
Andrea slowly went down on me stopping along the way and pushing my face   
against her incredible stomach muscles. The skin was soft and the the   
contact with her supple and ample muscles was driving me mad. Ever so   
slowly, she contract her abs into a frozen see of undescribable power that   
somehow managed to increase ten-fold my desire for her. As she kept moving   
down, my giant member soon became in contact with her cunt, its way blocked   
by her g-string. Gently rolling her hips, she was massaging my member   
raging swelled head. My heart was beating so hard that I was afraid it   
would explode but instead, it was pumping blood furiously into my manhood   
that was begging for release. Andrea reached for her panty and pulling it   
on one side, she uncovered her moist genitals and as she stated to engulf   
my living sceptre, she swore that I would never forget what was to come. At   
first, Andrea, using small up and down undulations, swallowed every   
centimetres of my penis and as her sexual tension built up, she started to   
pump harder and harder. Soon she was pounding my body with her phenomenal   
weight and the sofa legs soon collapsed under her siege. I had lost control   
over my body and Andrea was even deeper into her sexual insanity. She was   
orgasming wildly and the rhythm has became so disorderly and frantic that I   
came once more inside the hottest vagina ever wrapped around one man's   
dick. As the explosion of pleasure expanded into my lower body I was trying   
to derive as much pleasure from my eyes and hands. I reached for Andrea's   
breast and pressed them against her giant pectoral muscles ripping her   
bikini top in the process. I pinched her erect nipples with rage to trigger   
waves of pleasure mixed with pain that transformed into staggering muscle   
contractions in her pecs, shoulder and arms.   
  Andrea was climaxing with furore above me and my own pleasure was now   
declining slowly when I understood fully that I was condemned to be this   
woman's toy for as long as she wanted. This precise thought, as well as the   
incredible climaxes that proceeded it, made that moment of my life   
unforgettable; just as Andrea had predicted but perhaps not for exactly the   
same reasons.   
   
  You might wonder why I take the time to tell this story. Although   
Andrea's transformation would be more than enough to justify a whole book,   
what was to follow is truly extraordinary. Like some kind of time warp, the   
Caliph's story came back to haunt me.   
  Andrea became to love more and more her body and started to like all the   
attention she was getting. She wore the most outrageous dress in public, at   
the beach, she was showing her body as much as she could and there was   
nothing that she enjoyed more than to see men's jaws dropped and penis to   
snap erect as she was undressing or coming back from the surf the water   
making her skin glow with power. Even the prettiest and fittest woman on   
the beach were green with envy as Andrea would walk pass them dominating   
them like children from the height of her muscular endless legs.   
  One night we decided to go dancing in one of the many night clubs   
skirting the beach. Andrea wanted me to look sexy that night: "And after   
the dancing, I'll rape you Babe, you'll see, you'll like it.". She told me   
to wear a tight pair of Lewis with a simple white snug t-shirt highlighting   
my newly decvelopped muscularity. As I was contemplating with a reasonnable   
satisfaction my figure in the mirror saying to myself that very few men   
could compete with this and that perhaps that night I could seduce a young   
slim girl like Andrea use to be, Andrea pulled my out of my reverie by   
saying: "What do you think, Babe?". I turned around and had to tilt my head   
back to look at her face. She was amazing! I had to take a step backward in   
order to have a complete look at her.   
  She was wearing white very high-heels shoes that made her impossibly   
tall. Every square centimetre of her body was covered by a glistening one   
piece jay black licra suit. The effect was striking. The colour attenuated   
the wild grooves and bulges of her muscles but enhanced her overall volume.   
She looked enormous. I walked up to her, my head reaching just above her   
shoulders. I put my hands on her round thick shoulders and slowly sliding   
them down across her chest, feeling her soft small breasts along the was I   
said "Andrea, you are amazing.". I feel on my knee and buried my face in   
her crotch grabbing her mammoth thighs to feel their power. She swiftly put   
me back up on my feet replying "After the dancing, Babe, not before." and   
she turned around leaving the room. I remember thinking that she had the   
most glorious ass ever given to a woman. Cladded like she was, she looked   
like and ebony goddess.   
   
  We arrived at Patricia's place at around 11 o'clock and parked the car in   
the driveway of her sumptuous house. We walked through lush rambling   
gardens before reaching the house and Andrea directed me to the backyard   
door since, like so often in those huge houses, the front door is only   
reserved for important occasions. We entered the house through the kitchen   
when Andrea said "Babe, shut up! Listen!". There was a lot of noise coming   
from one of the rooms. Lots of people laughing and in the middle of all   
this, we could hear Andrea's frightened voice begging "Stop, please stop!".   
We both stepped outside and went round the house to peek through the widow.   
Patricia was naked on the sofa her hands tied behind her back and we could   
see the back of a man who had dropped his trousers playing with a   
jack-knife. "Fuck! There's six of them!" and said to Andrea. I was waiting   
for her reply that came very late. "Babe, you take off and get the police,   
I'll go in and try to put an end to this.". "No way, I stay with you. I can   
be of some help.". Andrea looked at me. Something was wrong. She was   
grinning! She said "Yeah, stay and we might have some fun afterwards.". We   
both came back into the house and Andrea went for the gang raping room. As   
we approached, she said "Stay here, and take Patricia on the second   
floor.". What did she mean? How was she to release her? I didn't have time   
to ask any question before Andrea stepped into the door frame.   
  "Why don't you bastard take on somebody your own size?". Time stopped for   
a second and laughter stopped. I can only imagined what happened. They   
probably all looked with amazement at Andrea; her body blocking most of the   
doorway. Patricia must have been forced to do a head job on one of the guys   
because Andrea said "And you, dick man, I suggest you pulled it out of my   
friend mouth immediately.". Andrea stepped into the room and I could not   
resisted and looked in discretely.   
  "Yo, Ben, look at the size of this fucking bitch!" said one of them   
looking at a dark skin middle-east looking guy casually sitting on the arm   
of a sofa. One of the guys, a slim looking latino type with tattoos   
covering his scrawny chest, approached Andrea from one side saying "Hey   
guys, let's drop the rich bitch. This one seems like much more fun. I've   
always wanted to fuck one of those bodybuilders in the ass.". Unfortunately   
for him, he got too close and shifting her weight at an incredible speed   
Andrea's foot connected with his head. With an explosion of blood, his body   
was projected violently against the wall and fell like a bag of meat on the   
parquet floor. The angle between his head and neck left no doubt about his   
death. Andrea's kept her massive leg up in the air for a few long seconds   
before bringing it back down. The silence in the room was impressive.   
  Every man's face reflected amazement except for the one they refered to   
as Ben. "Not bad," he said "but Carlos has always been such a wimp.". He   
got up and grabbed Patricia by one arm and brought her to her feet. He then   
pulled a knife and freed her hands. He then pushed her brutally on Andrea.   
"She can go but only if you stay." he said defiantly.   
  This is not looking good I thought. Andrea said "Just get out of here   
Patricia, I'll deal with these assholes." and pushed her out of the room. I   
grabbed her arm and pulled her to one side with one finger on my mouth to   
tell her to keep silent. "Patricia, lets call the cops." I said softly in   
her hear. "Follow me.". We went upstairs. The house was a total mess, these   
guys had ransacked it completely. A wide mezzanine offered us a view on the   
large living room of the first floor where Andrea was confronting the five   
men left. They were too busy to notice us. Patricia, stopped to watch the   
action. "Patricia, for Christ's sake, let's get to the phone!" I said but   
she replied "I want to see this. Just go in through the first door on the   
right.". I left her in a state of panic. The room was upside down and I   
couldn't find the phone amongst the scattered pieces of furniture and the   
contents of the drawers that had been spread around. I took me a long time   
to find it; I dialled the emergency number and put the handle set on my   
hear to realise that it wasn't working: the cord had been pulled out of the   
wall. Then I heard a huge muffled sound that shook the walls followed by an   
inhuman cry of pain and fear. I rushed back to the mezzanine fearing the   
worst. When I got next to Patricia, she kept repeating "unbelievable,   
unbelievable.". When I look down, Andrea was standing in the middle of the   
room. Dangling at the end of her left arm was the inert body of one of the   
men and on the other side, lying on the ground in an awkward position was   
yet another body. The huge dent in the wall, at about shoulder height, must   
have been the landing spot of this poor guy's last second of existence.   
  Andrea moved towards one of the three men left alive. She looked   
frightening. I could see fear and horror in this guy's eyes. He was backing   
as fast as Andrea was moving towards him. When he reached the back wall, in   
a state of panic, he pulled out a jackknife out of his jacket and trembling   
like a old man he threatened Andrea "You fucking bitch, one more step and   
I'll rip your heart out!". Andrea didn't even slowed down and at an   
inconceivable speed her hand locked onto the man's wrist. A horrible noise   
of broken bones filled the room as Andrea pitilessly twisted his wrist. As   
the man was barking his pain, Andrea lifted him up by his broken wrist   
until his feet left the ground and with a voice that was deformed by   
hatred, she said "Shut the fuck up!" and jabbed him violently three times   
in the face. The first jab broke his nose, the second dislocated his jaw   
and the third rocked his head with such violence that I think he died   
instantly. Well I sure hoped he did because Andrea drove her knee in his   
groin with such force that his body jerked up a meter and doing so she   
released his wrist so that he fell in front of Andrea like a cow at the   
abatoirs.   
   
  Down in the living room, Andrea was facing the last two men. Ben said to   
the other "Ok, Mo, teach her a lesson now that those fags failed.". Mo was   
a huge black guy who was just about Andrea's height and was vaguely   
reminiscent of Mike Tyson only bigger. Andrea face was covered by a large   
evil grin. "Yeah, Mo, show me what you can do! and remember these will be   
the last you will ever see." said Andrea striking an narcissic double bicep   
pause that created two mountains of muscle on either side of her head. But   
Mo used the opening created by Andrea self-obsession to attack. Before she   
could react, he tackled her and the both landed on a table that immediately   
collapsed under their joined weights. Straddling her chest, Mo hit her hard   
twice in the face before she could push him aside. She was bleeding. They   
both got up on their feet at fast as they could but Mo was the first one to   
attack. He drove in fist into Andrea stomach putting all his weight behind   
it but to his amazement she didn't budge. When he looked up at her face,   
the evil grin was back but stained with blood and her eyes looked like she   
was totally mad. "Come on, Mo, harder!" and Mo drove another fist into her   
but she was like a stone wall. She started to laugh loudly for long seconds   
and stopped abruptly. She then head-butted Mo who lost his balance and   
Andrea moved on him drilling his body with her giant fists until his back   
was to the wall. She kept on punching him, cracking his ribs, vaporising   
his abs and disfiguring him. His legs were not supporting him anymore;   
Andrea's fists were keeping him from falling and only when she stopped did   
Mo's giant body fell to the floor. Wiping the blood from the corner of her   
mouth, Andrea said "And last but not least, Ben my friend, are you ready   
for some rock & roll?".   
   
  Patricia and I were speechless. God she was going to kill them all! A   
deep fear was slowly sinking in me. After all, this was the woman I was   
living with and she was taking an intense pleasure in destroying these men   
one after the other. I was totally disgusted at myself when I noticed   
intertwined with fear a sexual tension that I had never experienced with   
such intensity. Patricia then said "Fuck, this is such a turn on!" and then   
looked at me. "Wow, you're gonna burst your trousers! Let me handle this!".   
She unbuttoned my pants and my oversized cock sprang to life   
instantaneously projecting it purple head inside my t-shirt. "This is the   
biggest fucking cock I've ever seen!". Patrice was running her hands along   
my rock hard member and was totally hypnotised by it. Pulling my t-shirt up   
and going down on me she added "Andrea won't like this but I've got to do   
it." and swallowed as much as she could.   
  It impossible to describe the state of mind I was in. Fear, lust and   
terror were walzing in my head and I had no control on the music. Andrea   
would kill me (and she proved she could) if she new about this but I was   
incapable of doing anything and Patricia was giving me the most incredible   
blow job of my life.   
   
  Unexplicably, Ben was still smiling, sitting quietly in an armchair:   
"Very impressive, Ms Hulk, but the way I look at it, you loose." and he got   
up. In his left hand was a revolver. I saw Andrea's face change and for the   
first time; she looked worried. I had to do something but Patricia was   
paralysing my body with her incredible talents. I felt helpless. Ben,   
slowly walked around Andrea: "Fucking rich bitches is fun, but what you   
have done is even better. All these assholes diserved what they got. After   
all, they just rapists, aren't they?". Patricia was sucking and stroking my   
penis harder and harder as she had no idea of what was going on. "I think,   
that I'll first shoot you and then find your little friend and give her   
what she deserves. You know, these rich older bitches, they always dream   
about cocks but they never can get one down their throat when they want it.   
I'll supply the meat for her fantasies." and he started to laugh loudly as   
he took aim at Andrea. At that precise point, Patricia's blow job had   
driven me insame and my last action before ejaculating was to pull Patricia   
head off me by the hair. The semen explosion that followed projected a long   
strand a steamy hot fluid high in the air that landed right on Ben's   
forearm and revolver. He immediately stopped laughing and it took a second   
or two for him to realise what the substance was. When he did, it was too   
late. Andrea's hand was locked on his revolver. He shot twice but into the   
ceiling, Andrea controling his aim.   
   
  From the Mezzanine, I realised that history had repeated itself if only   
in a sick, twisted way and I new then what was going to happened. My giant   
wife, cladded in black, her back to me and Patricia, looked exactly like   
what I imagined the Caliph's wife to look like. She was inhumanly large. If   
she had raped her male lovers after crushing the Caliph to death, here   
tonight, history decided to invert its flow and the Caliph was to die last.   
Patricia and I, looked with horror as Andrea hugged Ben and slowly started   
to crush his ribcage, arms and spine into a grip that made her back widened   
and bulge with power. Frightening sounds started to fill the room as Andrea   
was applying more and more pressure to the point where her body suit ripped   
right down her spine liberating areas of muscles that seemed like ivory   
next to the darkness of the ripped material. I felt almost sick and I   
nearly vomited when Andrea let go of the rapist. For a minute that seemed   
like an eternity, Andrea stood motionless above Ben's crushed body, her   
back still facing us. When she finally spoke, it was to say:   
   
  "Babe, don't ever do that again.".   
   
Phylogynia   
April 1996