The Table (Part 1)  
  
  This story contains explicit sex scenes. If you are under the age of  
consent in your country or if such topics offend you, please do not read  
on.  
  

  
  "Let me just check... Ok, your with... Isabelle. Hmm, good luck!"  
  
  That was the first time I heard her name. Isabelle. This was years ago  
during the period when I started rock climbing. In those days, life was  
quite different and sometimes I wish things were back the way they were  
although I'm not so sure. If I'm writing this down, it's probably to fill  
my spare time; my life consists mainly of spare time and waiting. Don't  
misunderstand me; I'm not complaining: I've got an amazing wife, money and  
all the sex I can handle. No, I simply feel someone has to know my story.  
So here it is - for free - on the net no strings attached and of course  
completely true in all its details. But I digress.  
  
  "What do you mean?" I said.  
  "I'll let you discover it for yourself."  
was the reply of the cute and charming young lady behind the counter. "Too  
young for me." I thought contemplating her smooth skin, firm small breasts  
and ivory smile. "Come on! Tell me!" I insisted but to no avail: "Friday,  
17:00 o'clock sharp, first class, be there and enjoy!".  
  
  On the Friday night, I showed up for my first climbing class. It was a  
class of 8 or 10. I must admit that climbing what somewhat an excuse to  
meet people. Secretly, I had hoped to meet a nice athletic slim young  
woman. I was disappointed to see that none of the girls in the class  
tickled my fantasy. While chatting with my new classmates, I was wondering  
who this Isabelle might be when she entered the gym. All in a sudden a  
thick blanket of bemused silence fell on us. All the men's jaw dropped one  
inch at that precise moment. I can't tell what the women felt like but they  
were just as silent as we were and had I had the reflex to look at them -  
obviously I could not look anywhere else - I'm sure their faces would have  
reflected the same reverential astonishment that was on ours.  
  Out teacher, Isabelle,  turned out to be a 2.05 m giantess of  
undescribable beauty. Walking towards the climbing wall where we all stood,  
we had the privilege to see her walk down the length of a volleyball court  
on her unbelievably long, firm and slim legs. She had very short jay black  
hair - boyish style - and was looking directly at us with a rakish smile  
and piercing eyes. She was gracious but yet extremely athletic with very  
long limbs covered with long and delicate muscles. Her shoulders were very  
broad yet finely sculpted and her stomach seemed carved in stone. She was  
wearing a tight crop-top that was moulding her small round breasts to  
perfection and that subtly revealed her nipples. Around her large feminine  
hips hung her climbing harness and gear on top of grey skin tight cotton  
shorts. When she got close to us, dominating everyone by a head or more, I  
noticed that she winked at the cutest girl a gave a sexy smile to one of  
the good looking teenagers - Daniel was his name - whose erection was so  
prominent that he had to pull his t-shirt out of his shorts to drape it.  
She went on, ignoring the rest of us and jumped on the wall. Like an agile  
giant spider she effortlessly climbed to the top with quick and precise  
movements. She had very strong hands and feet; her finger were incredible  
long and strong. At times, using only one of two fingers, she would hike  
her whole body up in an amazing display of strength. In the few seconds it  
took her to climb the wall, we were all transfixed by her extraordinary  
figure, Her perfectly round and feminine ass, her long and defined legs,  
her delicately muscled back were for everyone present and imperishable  
memory.  
  Once at the top, she clipped herself on one of the ropes hanging from the  
ceiling and slid down casually to finally touch the ground like a feather.  
The silence was numbing. She unclipped herself and with a radiant smile  
said: "This is what climbing is all about.". Who was thinking about  
climbing anyway? "I'm Isabelle, you're my class and we are going to have a  
lot of fun, believe me!".  
  
  Later on, I was to learn that Isabelle had a Scandinavian father and a  
black mother. She was one of those babies that did not inherit a mixture of  
her parent's skin colour: she was white. In fact she was of this golden  
colour that Scandinavians possess after the briefest moment spent under the  
sun. Her physique on the other hand was more like a black female athlete  
with a very round ass and detailed muscle layout. Her face was remarkable:  
she had the thick lips, large smile and dark brown eyes of her mother. Yet  
her nose and cheek bones were definitely Caucasian. The net effect was  
striking: she was beauty. Fortunately, she didn't speak to me on that first  
class. It would have been a catastrophe; I know I could not have uttered a  
single word.  
  Isabelle, was not only the best rock climbing machine ever devised but  
she was also a good teacher and an outrageous flirt. She started to operate  
on one of the girls.  Helping her with her grip and moves, she would  
sometimes caress her ass or the inner part of her thighs. Isabelle was  
irresistible. I'm sure this poor girl was already obsessed with Isabelle,  
if not in love. When the class ended, I was not surprised to see these two  
leaving together; Isabelle large hand on her lower back showing her the way  
to her bedroom...  
  You might think that this is my male twisted obsessive mind that  
fantasised all this but - knowing Isabelle much better now - I am sure that  
the giantess licked her little friend to ecstasy on that very night. That  
night I came home incredibly frustrated; in bed, closing my eyes, all I  
could see was her heavenly body and me on top of her, loosing myself into  
her. That night was wet.  
  To go through Isabelle conquest would be tedious. Just let me tell you  
that a few weeks later, I had the first confirmation of my foresight. I had  
become good friend with Daniel, one of the youngest in the class. He was  
one of the most gifted climber and although quite short, he had the  
physique of a young Apollo. One evening after the class, I invited him for  
a bear. "What do you think of Isabelle?" he asked me. Tring to hide my  
total obsession for her body, I explained that she was a great teacher and  
obviously a good flirt too. Being quite impulsive Daniel replied back "Man,  
she's more than a flirt! she fucked my brains out last night. I don't know  
how many times she came but it was frightening. She made me come in three  
seconds flat and after having me lick her for an eternity, she rode me like  
a tigress in need of an exorcist! I'll tell you, I'm staying away from her  
and so should you.".  
  When Daniel left, I was even more confused. This was driving me insane.  
My lust for that woman grew to new heights. But I had to be realistic: she  
was out of my league. Oh, I'm in good condition, educated and all that but  
she was way way out of my league. Anyway, I could dream about it, couldn't  
I?  
  
  If the is something working for me, it's my sense of humour. I know it  
sounds a bit presumptuous but it is a fact. Over the following weeks I had  
managed to become the centre of the group: I organised diners, outings.  
Often, evenings would end at my place around a beer or a scotch. Sometimes  
Isabelle would join in and little by little she started to notice me. I  
loved to see her smile and laugh and tried my best to achieve just that.  
  One night, she stayed after the last student left. She was a little tipsy  
and incredibly beautiful. She was wearing faded Lewis shorts that moulded  
her ass to perfection together with a linen singlet that was floating on  
her skin like a caress. I was in a good mood. As I went to the bar to get  
her another tequila, she said "How old are you?". Pouring the liquid I  
replied "34, why?". Getting up and walking towards me to get her drink she  
answered "I was just thinking, you are quite well preserved..." and I  
finished her sentence "...for an old man?". She smiled and simply ignored  
my reply. "You are quite muscular." and running a long finger along my arm  
she added "Why?".  
  This was very awkward: this giant woman was towering over me and I was in  
a state of near panic. Her finger was sending shivers down my spine and  
sweat was running down my neck. Not to mention an erection that was beating  
as fast as my heart i.e. very fast. I gave her her drink and answered "6  
years of on and off training... Quite muscular is quite an overstatement.".  
She took the glass from my hand. Simultaneously, she took a long sip and  
firmly grab my penis with her free hand. With the sexiest smile and most  
rapacious eyes I've ever seen she said "It looks good to me.". She had to  
lean down in order to kiss me. During this encounter I ran my hands over  
the  firmest body you could imagine. She was rock hard, everywhere. I  
started to unbutton her shorts while she stripped me from my t-shirt. Soon  
we were both naked facing each other. Her breasts were literally at mouth's  
height and their softness was only contrasting her muscle tone. I pulled  
her towards the bar and sat on a stool. Standing in front of me, still  
sucking on her breasts, I widened her legs to feel her lips. She was  
moaning and incredibly wet. I pulled her closer to me until my erection  
touched her wet genitals: God she had long legs! "Nice cock, let me try  
it." and she sat on me slowly, excruciatingly slowly. Then, fully around  
me, our pubis in contact, she started to rock her hips gently; she was  
already breathing heavily and to my great surprise, climaxed immediately.  
Her orgasm lasted for long seconds; all that time I could admire the most  
amazing torso, chest and shoulders you can imagine. With her head tilted  
back and her back arched, every single muscle on her chest and abs were  
stretched forming fine striations seldom seen on a woman and perhaps only  
on female bodybuilders.  
  When she came back to reality, still straddling my rigid penis, she said  
"God, this was good!". "I've done nothing!" I replied half-jokingly. "Just  
give me a chance!". She smiled briefly but then her expression change  
abruptly and she became serious. Looking down at herself, she rang her  
large hands from her hips up along her stomach to her breasts and asked me  
"Do you like all these muscle?". I didn't know how to say that I was in  
total admiration. Using this hesitation on my part, she raised an arm and  
flexed a surprisingly large bicep that was cut like a diamond: "Look at  
these, I love them! I'd like them to be bigger, huge!". I simply licked and  
kissed her bicep instead of using futile words and simply added "And now,  
make me come, Isabelle.".  
  
  This is how Isabelle and I met. Well, at least that's the Isabelle of  
those days. Now she's changed and I not too sure that giantess is the  
appropriate word anymore. But I'm anticipating. Isabelle and I had a very  
satisfying relationship. We never lived together but we were a couple. Of  
course, she didn't change overnight and sex is still the motor of her life;  
sex, psychology and rock climbing, in that order. She told me from the  
start that one man was not enough for her, besides, she was bi. That was ok  
with me; after all I wasn't doing badly. I was the official boyfriend of  
this incredible woman and I'm not of the jealous kind. She never told me  
with who, where or when she had affairs: I didn't want to know anyway. All  
I cared for was the time I spent with her. This is the price you pay for  
being with a woman who's out of your league...  
  Of course this is not the end of the story. As exceptional as it is,  
Isabelle's story would not be worth writing about if it was not of her  
impossible transformation.  
  She is now a freak.  
  Her self-admiration for her muscle has become a reality that defies  
fiction. Isabelle's body is beyond human genetics and - as you shall read  
later on - on par only with her imagination. Let me be clear about this.  
She is now my ONLY sexual fantasy, she is more than any woman I've ever met  
or will ever meet; everyday I worship her temple. Every night I spend away  
from her is marked by pain and longing but still I have to say she's a  
freak.  
  Isabelle is now over 200 kg of mind boggling female muscle. Every part of  
her body is buried below slabs of muscle of gigantic size and strength.  
Every 205 cm of it. When Isabelle walks in our house dressed solely with  
her tiny white cotton underwear and loose blouse, every move reveals  
bulging muscles of undescribable sensuality. Her back is like a cliff, her  
chest like a canyon. Her supple breasts are so large and heavy that no bra  
can hold them. Her stomach is a wall of muscle covered by the thinnest  
golden skin you can imagine. Her legs are impossibly thick with calves the  
size of coconuts and angles so sharp that they seem carved out of stone.  
God! how many times I have licked her while caressing her monstrous thighs  
asking her to flex them to feel their hardness and volume. How many times  
have I come in her hot and tight pussy trying to get my hands around her  
giant biceps. Isabelle loved the fear in my eyes as she flexed them while I  
was loosing control into her. How many times did I ejaculate - beating  
myself - while she was posing for me and herself in front of a mirror:  
"Look at me, babe!" she would say looking at herself while getting on  
tiptoe and flexing her legs. How could I not be entranced by the orgy of  
muscle on display; her calves exploding under the tension and her quads  
hardening to reach a state of inhuman complexity with grooves and veins  
enhancing the pure beauty of the curves and angles. How could I not beg her  
for sex when pressing her breasts together with her powerful hands, she  
would flex her biceps to reveal two other mountains of pure female  
attraction. And taking her from behind, how many times did I lose control  
when she would do a lat spread - my hands gripping on her enormous  
shoulders - that transformed her back into two gigantic raging sees of  
muscle separated by the deep and striated groove of her spine?  
  Of course, Isabelle physical transformation was accompanied by a  
psychological one. If she used to be sex obsessed, now she simple live for  
it. Rapidly, she stopped hiding her desires for other human beings. I say  
human being since I do believe now that she is from another race. She would  
trap them like flies using her giant body as a spider uses its web.  
Attracted by my giant wife's sexuality, they would be used, exploited,  
harnessed until Isabelle would not gain anything out of them. Isabelle  
would prey on the beach, in bars, saunas, pools, at her office, around the  
neighbourhood, in planes, cinemas, theatres; in short everywhere. She would  
devours young males, humiliate pedantic macho men, initiate young virgins  
and deflower teenagers of both sexes. Her techniques were cunning and  
stunning. Few could resist her especially young naive couples; they were  
her favourite. Isabelle says that she is introducing them to 'real' life as  
if there was something real about her. Once she invited home a young  
teenage couple. They must have been 15 or 16. Good background, good  
looking, bright smiles and golden skin. It was a hot afternoon and she used  
the heat as an excuse to strip down to her micro-bikini that barely covered  
her nipples and pubis. The young girl could not believe her eyes. She was  
very short and, looking at Estelle, all she could see were to giant breasts  
well above her head. Both of them were totally hypnotised by Isabelle  
muscles. Isabelle stripped the young woman and lifting her up like a  
feather, she delicately sat her down on the sofa with open legs and licked  
her. The boyfriend - who had never seen his girlfriend naked - was close to  
sexual overdose. He approached his girlfriend and started to kiss her.  
Isabelle told him to get naked and to sit down. His penis was pulsating  
like and engine. Isabelle then lifted the young woman in her incredible  
arms - still licking and eating her - only to impale her slowly on the  
teenager's rigid penis so that both were facing Isabelle. Both were moaning  
and close to ecstasy when Isabelle said "And this is for you!". She then  
hit a 'most massive' pause that transformed her body into a complex mass of  
bulges, veins and grooves topped by her angelic face and slightly sadistic  
smile. They both orgasmed in a state of bewilderment, fear and lust.  
Isabelle then raped me! This is what Isabelle's life is like now.  
  Obviously, you are curious to know how Isabelle became to be what she is  
now. Please believe the rest of this story as every detail is true. Only  
the location has been changed to protect humanity from a disaster.  
  
  
  This story contains explicit sex scenes. If you are under the age of  
consent in your country or if such topics offend you, please do not read  
on.  
  
The Table (Part 2)  
  
  It all started in the mountains somewhere in the Northern part of  
Australia. Isabelle's passion brought us to a desertic region where some of  
the best rock faces in the world are located. Isabelle had taken a few  
weeks vacation as this is a very remote area. Even though I was nowhere  
near her level she insisted in bringing me with her: "Think about making it  
under the Southern Cross alone in the desert.". Ok, so there we were,  
gripped to a rock face, tied to each other Isabelle opening the way. The  
climb was very difficult but all I had to do was to follow her using the  
clips she had installed. "This is more difficult that I thought." she said  
after a long pause for a rest. "Hold on, babe, I'll have to do a jump  
grip.". I paled with fear when I realised that she barely got hold of a  
small grip; her long body hanging above more than 200 meters of frightening  
void. She look at me with an incongruous smile and said "That was close,  
babe, got scared?". She didn't have time to wait for my answer before a  
long slab on stone detached itself from the rock face. Isabelle's body,  
still attached to me, fell with the slab and hit the cliff violently before  
the rope stopped her. She was unconscious and - as I was able to tell later  
- she had broken an arm and one of her thigh was badly cut open. For long  
seconds, I didn't know what to do. Her body weight was totally supported by  
a clip a meter above me. Looking up I realised a whole cave had been opened  
by Isabelle's fall. I unclipped myself, tied a second rope to the first and  
managed to reach the cave.  
  Coming from the bright Australian sun, it took a few seconds before I  
realised the cave was actually lit! "What the fuck?...". In the middle of  
the cave stood a huge enigmatic solid glass table. The walls were partially  
covered by large steel panels with a mat aluminium-like finish. The high  
ceiling of the cave was behind a row of parallel metallic bars piercing the  
cave's wall flawlessly. The cave's was somehow illuminated by a dull grey  
light but the source was unclear to me. Anyway, I didn't have to take a  
closer look and I started to hoist Isabelle up. With great care I managed  
to pull Isabelle onto the cave's floor. She was still unconscious. I  
removed her small backpack, picked her up in my harm - the adrenalin was  
pumping so hard she felt like a feather - and lied her down on the table. I  
had a look at her arm and leg. The cut was very deep and she was bleeding  
profusely. The large bruises on her left shoulder and arm didn't worry me  
as much.  
  Isabelle, still groggy, came back to reality in a matter of seconds:  
"It's me Isabelle! You're alive!" It took a few seconds before she realised  
what had happened. She tried to move but her face became a rictus of pain,  
paralysed by a spasm. "My bag, Babe, get it from my bag...". I couldn't  
tell exactly what she wanted but I figured she must have had a first aid  
kit or something approaching.  
  As I was foraging to find what Isabelle wanted, something became wrong.  
The grey penumbra surrounding me was rapidly fading conceding its place to  
a greenish, milkish light. "What's happening?" I thought. I quickly turned  
around to realise that the glass table was glowing softly. Strange, slowly  
evolving patterns were slowly undulating inside. In fact, what a moment  
earlier looked like solid glass, now had the appearance of a compound of  
immiscible liquids forming intricate convection patterns. The outside was  
still glossy and hard. It was as if the inside was melting under the  
influence of a unknown but powerful energy source.  
  Isabelle, at the edge of consciousness, could barely realised what was  
happening. "Babe, what's happening?" she managed to say before closing her  
eyes and passing out. I was scared but at the same time fascinated by this  
extraordinary phenomena. As I slowly approached the table, the top surface  
started to evolve. It quickly lost its glossy appearance as small ripples  
started to drift around. The whole surface, with Isabelle at the centre,  
was oscillating and concentric waves emanated from Isabelle body contour  
towards the edge of the living table to disappear through an imaginary  
transparent boundary.  
  "What on earth is this?". Slowly and reverently I approached the table.  
As I reached it, the undulations became of a different nature and the  
colour of the top was now a deep red mixed with black. Slow, large waves  
were moving from one edge to the other; in the process moving Isabelle's  
body up and down as they were travelling along. One curious fact was not  
all the waves were travelling at the same speed all the time. As if they  
were osculating Isabelle, the waves would move, raising her hips and  
shoulders for a few seconds before going on to finally disappear at one of  
the edges. Isabelle was now unconscious and her face expressionless.  
Somehow her passing out got rid of the mask of pain she wore just a few  
minutes earlier.  
  My heat was beating like a sledge hammer as I extended a hand to feel the  
table top. Trembling, my fingers finally reached this seemingly living  
surface. It was now warm to the touch but yet it had the hardness of steel.  
Bizarrely, the contact locally disturbed the pattern of waves. Small  
ripples were created that travelled rapidly through the whole table.  
  I was hypnotised by this phenomenon when an impossibly bright light fell  
on the table. I had to cover my eyes and I abruptly moved away from the  
table. My heart nearly exploded out of raw fear. After long seconds only, I  
dared to remove my fingers from my eyes and all I could see was Isabelle's  
body in the middle of a cage of light. The luminosity was such that it took  
many seconds for me to understand what was happening. I was walking around  
the table, examining every possible angle, before reaching this impossible  
conclusion:  
  I could not tell were the table started and ended. The shifting interior  
patterns were still there but the interface between the table and the light  
saturated air was totally blurred. Isabelle's body was seemingly floating  
above the slowly undulating table surface. I say this because her arms had  
drifted away from her body, her legs had parted and were bent at the knees.  
Her head was tilted back and her hair was floating with grace as if  
immersed in water.  
  Under different circumstances, the sight of this giant woman partially  
naked, drenched by this saturating light in a quasi-erotic stance would  
have turned me on immediately. But as I'm sure you understand, this was not  
the case. I noticed that her mouth was now slowly agape revealing her  
perfect teeth. The expression on her face had subtly changed as well.  
Curiously, she looked perfectly peaceful. I approached the table to get a  
better look at her face when she started to moan. Isabelle's body jerked up  
violently for a brief second. She arched her back, projecting her small  
breasts high in the air towards the light source at the same time breathing  
deeply as to absorb more of this blinding light. That's when I realised  
that the massive bruises on her shoulders started to fade away.  It was  
exactly like the famous film of a blooming flower played backward. Soon the  
bruises disappeared leaving nothing but pristine golden skin. The ugly  
scraping on her left side also disappeared and the large and deep cut in  
her thigh was also healing at speed that defied understanding. In a matter  
of seconds Isabelle's body was back to her glorious state. Her long fine  
muscle covering her arms, legs and stomach never looked so perfect to me  
and once more I felt the profound desire to worship my goddess.  
  But this was only the beginning. Isabelle's eyes suddenly opened up. Her  
head still tilted back, she was looking at me upside down and I could not  
decipher her facial expression when said "Look at me, Babe!". I was totally  
surprised and did not answer immediately. "Aren't I everything you desire?"  
she added. "What do you mean, Isa?" I replied. "I'll give you more than any  
woman." she said in a low voice that I never heard her before. "Come and  
please yourself in me.". It was pretty clear by then that she was not  
speaking to me directly. She was in some sort of a trance. Isabelle then  
spread her legs widely and pulled her knees towards her as if to receive  
the offer of an imaginary lover. "What the fuck is going on?" I muttered to  
myself as I realised what was happening.  
  Between Isabelle's legs the table started to reshape itself and soon an  
outgrowth became visible. It raised slowly between her legs like a giant  
snake. Isabelle, contracting her stomach muscle - but her head still back -  
and reaching with both hands between her legs grabbed the sexual extension  
of the living table. Her hands around this enormous penis, she massaged it  
while violent current of red and black lava-like substance intermixed and  
she said: "You are beautiful, you are enormous. This is what my giant body  
disserves.". Pulling on the table outgrowth with such strength that her  
muscular arms bulged like I had never seen before, and thrusting her hips  
up, she inserted the raging member into her wet vagina.  
  Watching this inhuman copulating act was turning me on like never before.  
My hard on was almost painful but this spectacle was too mesmerising for me  
to do anything about it. Soon Isabelle was on the verge of an orgasm. She  
was violently thrusting her hips against the top of the glass penis  
engulfing more and more of it as time progressed. "Fuck me harder, harder."  
she shouted just before reaching an orgasm that I could never have  
generated.  
  Her legs wide apart, her knees almost touching her chest, the giant  
member was plunging into her and, like blood flow under the microscope,  
large amount of red and black semen flowed from the table into Isabelle.  
Completely hysteric, Isabelle was convulsing periodically, each time the  
table seemed like injecting something into her.  
  That is when I started noticing that her body had changed. She was  
bigger, more muscular. I quickly went around the table to confirm that. The  
light was so strong that I had to squint but there was no doubt. Isabelle  
fine legs were clearly more voluminous especially at the thigh and her  
calves were rounder and more defined. She was breathing deeply and heavily  
each time expanding her ribcage covered by strong and powerful muscles that  
she didn't possess a minute ago. Her stomach was now covered with densely  
striated obdominals that glowed like billard balls stacked together. She  
was magnificient.  
  Still impaled by the table, she started to move her legs and arms. "That  
was good Babe, but you can do better. Look at me! Do you like what you see?  
Give my giant body what it deserves.". She was still unconscious and all  
her fantasies were coming right through.  
  Caressing her sides and stomach, feeling her way up to her now large  
breasts, Isabelle started to move her hips around the table's member. The  
muscle around her arms were bulging under her skin as she was pressing hard  
on her breasts. Quickly, she drove herself on the verge of a new orgasm but  
this time she did not come immediately.  
  In between her legs, the giant member had turned bright red with its core  
glowing white. Isabelle's breathing had become irregular and traces of pain  
could be read on her face. "Yes, deeper, harder, more." she shouted and the  
table's penis circumference inflated even more as if controlled by  
Isabelle's will and desires. As Isabelle climaxed, her hips were projected  
high into the air by a sudden contraction of the table. Again melted glass  
of dark red colour seemed to flow from the table into Isabelle. This time  
transforming her body completely.  
  Contraction after contraction, her body became fuller and fuller. Large  
veins spreaded around her pubis rapidly covering her stomach and chest.  
Each area reached seemed to grow without limit. Down her legs, the veins  
rapidly reached her ankles leaving behing them large slabs of muscle and  
grooves of depth unkown to any man or woman.  
  Her ribcage was expanding even faster. Soon she became frighteningly  
thick and wide her lats pushing her arms further and further away from her  
body. As if this was not enough, her breasts had become of giant proportion  
even on her muscle bound body. Two nipples fully erect were throning on top  
of these mountains. Her arms, like two tree trunk, were flanking her body.  
Large veins were covering her biceps disappearing into her shoulders more  
striated than pumpkins and so hard that the veins meandering on them seemed  
barely attached.  
  Every part of her body irradiated an inhuman power. Isabelle's large  
hands seemed even more disproportionate and strong. These two large beasts  
were attached to two small wrists tapering violently up to form forearms  
that seemed bigger than my biceps. Along the silky skin ran smooth and  
large veins that fed in blood the army of muscle living underneath them.  
  Isabelle's mutation happened in a matter of minutes. She had gone from  
being an exceptional woman to an extraordinary creature. She was now so  
muscular and terrifying that I was filled with some kind of reverential  
respect mixed with fear. I kept walking around the table soon realising  
that the transformation had ended. The shifting pattern were getting tamer  
and tamer and in a matter of seconds - but in the smoothest possible manner  
- the table retracted from within Isabelle's inner parts and returned to  
its hard glass-like state. Simultaneously, the light dimmed and Isabelle  
powerful new body was left bare on the table. All in a sudden it all looked  
like a dream. Of course, Isabelle's  fantastic transformation was probably  
200 kg of rock hard proof that I could not deny...  
  
I approached the table carefully looking constantly at Isabelle's peaceful  
and radiant face. I didn't notice that her hair had grown both in length  
and thickness. Isabelle's thick chest was moving up and down as her  
breathing dictated. I extended a hand towards her shoulder uncertain about  
how the contact would feel. Isabelle's skin was warm to the touch. I ran a  
finger down along her arm feeling its volume along its length. Even resting  
her biceps were prodigious. It was like touching the thigh of an athlete  
and I could feel the blood flow in the large veins the size of my thumbs  
that covered them.  
  I had the largest, strongest hard on; I also felt dizzy. The sight of  
this female orgy of muscle was almost too strong to bear. I was fantasising  
about making love to this mountain of power and for a moment I feared  
premature ejaculation. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I regained  
control of myself before pushing my exploration any further. My fingers  
moved along her stomach. Stretched like she was on the table her stomach  
muscles were like the skin of a drum tightly attached to its rim. There  
wasn't a single gram of fat there and pushing softly on her abs - my hand  
flat and my finger fanned out - gave me the impression that they were  
impenetrable. Again, large veins the size of my fingers were visible near  
her pubis: they seem to converge toward her black bushy sexual organ  
pointing the way in an irresistible manner to the centre of her sexual  
being. Large beads of sweat were running down my neck and I started to  
tremble shaken by the strenght of my desire for Isabelle new body. I could  
feel my penis getting harder and harder and I new that in a few seconds I  
would ejaculate incontrolably.  
  At that precise moment, Isabelle woke up abruptly and her whole body  
jerked on its side. This surprised me so much that I jumped backward and  
lost what I thought a second before to be unavoidable. Isabelle, leaning on  
her elbow, was blinking her eyes trying to get a grip on reality. She  
looked at me and, rubbing her eyes with her gigantic hands, said "Wow! I  
had this crazy dream about you and I making love in some kind of a cave.".  
She paused and then added "Hmm, it was good too!". As I could not utter a  
word, she finally looked at me and realised that I was in my climbing gear  
standing up in some kind of a cave. "What the fuck!..." she muttered to  
herself remembering in a few seconds the circumstances of her being there.  
She shifted her enormous body with a grace I would not have thought  
possible. She was now sitting up we she said "What's happened, Babe?". As  
if my eyes were mirrors, she new that she looked different; the expression  
of fear, reveration and lust that she found in my eyes told her she had  
better have a look at herself. I can only imagine what she saw when she  
looked down upon herself. First a giant striated chest with pecs so thick  
and wide that even her mammoth breasts with her giant nipples could not  
hide them. She probably saw her legs hanging off the table with muscle  
bulging insanely around her knees before exploding into slabs of muscle  
upon slabs of muscle so thick that they softly hung from either side of her  
thighs like peaceful resting beasts.  
  "Incredible!" she said extending an arm in front of herself. "This is  
just like in my dream, Babe, just like it...". Isabelle huge limb suddenly  
changed morphology as she tensed her muscles. Her biceps and triceps  
literally erupted into enormous mountains of muscle. Smooth and voluminous  
at certain points, her arm was finely detailed by grooves and striations at  
others.  
  Only when she did step down from the table did I fully realised the  
madness of her body. She was still the 2.05 m Isabelle that I knew but now  
she was bigger than any man or woman that ever walked on this planet.  
Totally ignoring me - and looking over my head - she then found one of the  
metallic panels that would be big enough to give her a full reflection of  
herself. When she did, she simply walked through me as if I hadn't existed;  
I had to step aside for fear of being knocked over like a bowling pin.  
  She stood in front of the mirror for long seconds before making any  
movements, simply hypnotised by her reflection, indulging in this sick  
narcissism over her newly acquired powers. Slowly, but in a cold and  
frightening manner, she started to laugh her head tilted back and looking  
at the ceiling. She laughed for so long that she had to breathe in and out  
many times. When she stopped, she turned around and looked at me. My  
erection was so obvious in my licra shorts that I became acutely aware of  
it. Ignoring my embarrassment she said. "And you have seen nothing yet!".  
Looking up towards the bars covering the ceiling, she bent her knees and  
with her glorious massive thighs, she jumped prodigiously high and grabbed  
two widely spaced bars. Her feet were hanging at my chest's height and her  
arms were forming a muscular V above her massive torso and rock-hard  
stomach. She started to pull up the whole 200 kg that she now weighted  
towards the ceiling. In doing so, her lats widened violently to form an  
orgy of bulges and her biceps became like shining bowling balls. Strongly  
arching her back, she pulled her enormous chest on the steel bars.  and  
slowly released herself down. Each round trip was making her bigger and  
bigger. She was beyond massive. Her neck disappeared completely into her  
shoulder muscles and her head, surrounded by her giant arms looked  
disproportionally small.  After many pull-ups, she started to strain. Sweat  
started to flow on her arms, lats, chest and abs. The beads were following  
the grooves and the large veins that had appeared during the exercise. When  
she finally could not lift herself up anymore, she dropped herself back  
onto the cave floor her quads easily absorbing the impact.  
  "Look at me, Babe, just look at me!" she said hitting a double bicep  
pause that defied comprehension. The size of of arms easily dwarfted her  
head and putting as much intensity as she could, the streched the skin  
beyond their apparent point of rupture. There is no words to describe how  
enormous she had become and this was too much for me to contemplate and I  
lost control of myself releasing my semen into my shorts. Again, I was  
still as hard as stone when she lowered her arms.  Her back was so wide  
that her arms stood out at 45 degrees on either side. This pause, together  
with the mountains of muscle around her neck and shoulders was a truly  
terrifying sight.  
  She moved towards me and, putting her giant hands on my hips, she  
effortlessly brought me up to her level and buried her tongue into my mouth  
while pressing my pubis on her stomach thus masturbating me on the bulges  
of her triumphant muscles. She then put me back on my feet and while  
ripping my clothes off, she said "and this is only a sample of what I can  
do to please you; watch this now.". Pulling me up again by the hips, this  
time she brought my stiff hard on to the level of her mouth. Looking down  
onto Isabelle, my hand resting on her biceps, she opened her mouth to  
release a tongue that was at least the length of my fully erect penis that  
she wrapped around it. Again a feeling of intense fear penetrated me but  
was soon overwhelmed by the intense pleasure she was giving me. Again, I  
came furiously into her mouth and she avidly swallowed and licked every  
drop.  
  
  We were both looking at the table. "What do you think this is for?," she  
asked me "And where does it come from?".  To me, of course, this was a  
mystery. I don't think we'll ever know the origin of this object nor the  
genesis of this cave. As for the purpose, it was pretty clear to me it was  
some highly advanced medical tool with some beneficial side effects.  
Isabelle was caressing the table top with one of her long fingers. "Hmm, I  
wonder what kind of effects it would have on you, Babe.". She was looking  
at me with a big grin and a face I did not like at all. "Isabelle, if you  
think I will agree to lie down on this table, you are out of your mind!".  
"Who says something about agreeing? Considering you are now a puny dwarf  
compared to me, there is very little you can say about the whole thing."  
and she grabbed me by the neck - at an inconceivable speed - a lifted me up  
off the ground. "Look, you are going to lie on this table and to fantasised  
like you never did before or else I might use this on you.". Raising an  
arm, she flexed a bicep that immediately filled most of my view. What could  
I do? She then lied me down on the table. She then stepped aside and  
waited. Long seconds passed by without anything happening. "I wonder hew  
this table operates..." she said "What did you do to start it?".  
  There are few moments in a man's life that determine his destiny. This  
was one of them. What I said then changed my life completely. I was to  
become Isabelle's slave for the rest of my living days but - of course - I  
did not realise it. How could I have foreseen the implications of what I  
was to say? Often when I go to bed I think of that precise moment when I  
answer her: "Can't you see this is a healing machine? Some kind of miracle  
cure for injuries? It won't work on me Isabelle!".  
  In a fraction of a second, I realised my mistake.  Isabelle's eyes were  
the perfect window on her soul and the bright blinding light of a twisted  
mind came shining through. "Stand up, Babe." she commanded. Filled with  
fear, I got on my feet and stood in front of my giant partner. Putting  
casually both hands on her hips, she breathed in deeply causing her ribcage  
to grow dangerously and projecting her enormous breasts forward, her nipple  
fully erect, she said "Hit me.". I drove my fist as hard as I could into  
her stomach with the vague hope of escaping rapidly after the blow. I hit  
her supple and thick abs with violence. Isabelle didn't even contract them;  
it was like a toddler hitting a lumberjack.  Isabelle laughed loudly while  
looking down at me. When she stopped it was to say "Again!". This time she  
flexed her abs slowly. Deep groves and insane bulges started to appear.  
Large veins started to run under her golden skin irradiating from her pubis  
disappearing randomly into this wall of flesh. "Hit me!" she commanded but  
his time I could not do it. I extended my hand to caress my mistress  
stomach, to touch the living marble she had created for me.  
  For the sake of my pride, I will not tell you what Isabelle did to me.  
Using her giant body and enormous strength, she humiliated me, crushed me  
and beat me to a pulp. I do not remember exactly the sequence of tortures  
she imposed on me and - in a sense - it's not important. What I can  
remember is waking up on the table in a state of well being I had never  
experienced. I felt like a new man. Isabelle was sitting next to me towing  
with a strand of climbing rope, pulling on it and watching her own biceps  
move and swell. She casually said to me "I'm very disappointed by your  
fantasies.". I got up and went to one of the metallic panel. God, I looked  
like the perfect athlete. Slim yet muscular and defined. My whole body was  
toned and youthful with a grace I never had. I was absorbed by my  
reflection when Isabelle's image appeared behind mine, dwarfing me both in  
height and width. She was beautiful. Looking directly into my eyes through  
my reflection, she said "I thought you could do better, Babe, much  
better...". I was overwhelmed by an indescribable physical desire. I turned  
around and, looking down at my manhood paying its homage to her, she then  
said "Hmm, this is not as bad as I thought, in fact, this is not bad at  
all.".  
  
Philogynia  
June-July 1996