Jackie
By Warren J. Vehec



A petite blonde woman ran down the hallway, screaming. She skidded to a halt
and made a sharp turn into the bathroom. "You can't hide from me, slut!" she
heard her husband, Hank yelled.

The even five feet tall Jackie threw the foxbar in place in time when a 315
pounds of pure muscle slammed into the door. The door shuddered a few more
times, until she yelled, "I'm gonna call the cops, if you don't leave me
alone!"

"Go ahead and try, bitch! No one's gonna save you this time!"

Her blue eyes widen in fear. She snatched the telephone from the hook and
listened to the earpiece. There was no dial tone. She clicked the cradle a
couple of times, but still no tone. There was an evil chuckle from the other
side of the door.

Fear swelled up in her chest as she looked for something to use to defend
herself against her abusive husband. The bathroom was bare, since she packed
everything away in her car. The only thing remained was her purse which lay on
the floor in the corner. She had planned to leave early in the morning to her
cousin, Mara's house. However, unpredictably, Hank came home early due to
being thrown out of the bar for brawling.

The small thin woman did not even remember why she married him in the first
place. At first, the 6'5" man was gentle. Very rarely had she seen him get
angry. He had growled at her and pushed her around roughly. Later he had
explained that he was only playing. Jackie would forgive him for his rough
housing. After they had gotten married, Hank had completely changed over from
the gentle Dr. Jeckle to Mr. Hyde. Before their marriage passed a week, he had
raped her. She begged him to get some help, but he would not listen. His
abusiveness got worse along with his drinking.

The neighbors called the police after they heard her screaming for help about
a month ago. He started beating her and she screamed rape. The judged put a
restraining order on him and required him to seek professional help, but he
ignored the orders. It got to the point that a friend of Jackie took pity on
her and offered her a place to stay until she could find a place of her own.
So forth, she was in the process of packing until Hank came home.

Hank's voice muffled, "Think you can stop me with that bar? You wait right
there, and I'll be right back!" She heard the main door slam. Her instinct
told her to make a break for it, but she learned from the previous experience.
The last time, he tricked her into thinking that he did leave.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Jackie knew that she wasn't drop dead
gorgeous, but she was passable for pretty. Wearing only a bathrobe, she could
see her white A cup bra and matching panties. She looked more like a stick
than a woman. She complained often enough to herself why she wasn't blessed
with a real woman's body? She'd dreamed of having huge breast and long curvy
legs, like the women in the nude magazine that she had seen in Hank's
collection. She felt that no man would want her. Only Hank did, in his
inebriated state.

The 5 foot tall woman tried going to the gym. Comparing herself to the other
women in the gym, she began to feel very self conscious of her body and the
differences between hers and theirs. That made her push harder than her body
could endure. In result, she would end up in bed for a week with pulled
muscles.

Her husband, on the other hand, had worked to keep his body in shape. He said
he had done so since high school. Religiously, he'd workout daily. For a time,
he did take steroids to increase his mass, but had to stop due to an emotional
instability. He was proud of his 6'3", 315 pound of pure hard rock muscles.

Jackie snapped out of her thought when the main door slammed. "Shit! He did go
out!" she though to herself.

Something heavy crashed to the floor outside the door. Then the doorknob
rattled and she heard him chuckled, "You should have left when had the chance.
Now, you're gonna pay bitch!"

The blonde woman bit her lower lip in frustration. She scanned the bathroom
for the second time. Her eyes fell on the purse she had left on the floor
while she cleaned the bathroom out of her possession. Her purse was filled to
the max with her cosmetic products.

As in remembering something, Jackie gasped and snatched the purse from the
floor. She dumped out the contents. Her small hands extracted three vials and
a medical syringe. The items were obtained from her place of employment. She
worked as an assistant secretary in a medical research facility. Part of her
job, she was required to purge top secret documents from the computer and the
files. In doing so, she came across several documents that spoke of a serum
that enhances muscular growth, but the formula was defective and the project
was abandoned. The serum has been injected into a pair of chimpanzees. The
results were instants, but it only worked on one test subject. She couldn't
find the result file and the final analysis report.

It took her better part of a day to locate the lab where the serum was kept
for further study in the future. Through sheath and cunnings, she was able to
acquire 3 of the vials and a needle. It took a lot of nerve on her part to
sneak the serum past the guards, but she did it.

After she inserted the needle into the vials, she wasn't quite sure how much
to draw. There were no notes on how much was given to the monkeys for the
testing.

Suddenly, a high pitch whine of the saw. Hank yelled, "Ready or not, here I
come!"

The small blonde woman turned and saw a spray of sawdust fly as it bit the
door. She quickly made up her mind. If the chemical killed her, either way it
wouldn't matter. Hank surely would beat her for defying him.

She looked up and saw the blade cutting around the door hinge. For better or
worse, she closed her eyes and pushed the sharp needle hard into her forearm.
She bit back a scream as she injected the liquid into her body.

The fluid rushed through her system, setting her body aflame with pain. Jackie
screamed uncontrollably as her muscles spasms and contorted under her pale
skin. Through her pain, she dimly heard her husband laughing, "Scream all you
want, baby! No one's going to hear you this time!"

Slowly, her screams faded away as her body stopped convulsing. She saw herself
in the mirror and gasped. A stranger stared at back at her. Within the folds
of her silky torn bathrobe, her 'A' cup bra was pushed to the limits and was
ripping down the center. Two fleshy orbs pushed its way past the confine of
the thin white bra. Strangely, she didn't feel the wire cutting into her skin.

She heard fabric ripping. She looked down and saw the sleeves of the robe
slowly giving away to her bulging biceps. The sleeves tore apart as her
shoulders and back widen.

In seconds, her favorite robe was shredded in ribbons. The newly amazonic
woman watched the last piece fall to the tile floor of the bathroom. The small
white bra also fell. The only piece that remains semi intact was her lacy
underwear. The sides were ripped up the to the elastic band and the center
piece of her crotch was barely holding together. Another growth spurt, nothing
would have been left of her clothing.

The tall woman bumped her head into the ceiling as she stood to her full
height. She reacted by jerking her head away, but there was no pain. She
looked up and saw a crack in the plaster where her head bumped into. She stood
in shock staring at the mirror which only came up to her new found breast.

She smiled as she ran her hands over her breast. To her estimate, they had to
be at least a 'DDD' size. She looked down past her mountainous breast. Her
tummy, no longer soft, looked hard as a rock, with cobble stone shape of a six
pack. Her legs were something of a marvel. Pistons of pure raw power of her
thighs. She could feel the energy of her new legs that promised her that she
could run to the edge of the earth and back.

Suddenly the electric saw stopped. The towering woman looked at the door and
saw that all three of the hinges have been cut.

"Stop screaming, huh? Well, you'll start screaming soon enough when I get in
there," her husband grunted.

The foxbar was the only thing that was holding the door up, but it would not
be enough to stop Hank from coming in. The blond woman smiled and braced her
hands against the door. She tensed herself and waited for the impact. But none
came. Something cracked against the door. She expected her 6'3" husband to
come through. She waited some more and soon two more cracks followed. The door
never budged.

"That fucking bar's not gonna keep you safe! I'm coming in there one way or
another!" he shouted from the other side.

The 9 feet tall muscular woman stooped down and peeked through the crack made
by the saw. Hank's muscular body headed away from the door towards the living
room.

She chuckled, "Aw, what's the matter, big man? Can't get through the door?
Maybe you're not man enough to get through with your bare hands?"

"Fuck you bitch! Why don't you come out and face me like a real slut!" he
roared.

"Are you sure you want me to come out?"

He appeared to be taken back by the response, "Yeah, sure! Why not? Just for
that I promise I won't hurt you," he sneered.

"Ok, here I come," she called out.

As she started to move the door, she paused and grinned. She crouched down.
With the palm of her right hand, she used all her strength and palmed the
door.

There was a horrific explosion. The door shattered into several pieces,
including taking out the door frame. She gasped at the incredible power she
has. She stepped through the hole she created. She could see that Hank was
startled and took a step back. Her husband looked so much smaller. He looked
more like a little boy to her. She mused that she must looked like the female
version of the Incredible Hulk, but without the green hue.

The 6'3" man stammered, "Who the fuck are you?"

"Don't you recognize me? I'm your little wife ... weell, maybe not so little
any more," she chuckled.

"Now, we need to talk about this attitude of yours," she took a step towards
him. His brown eyes widen in fear. He took another step back. He glanced at an
object and bolted in to the living room.

"Hank! Don't make me chase you! We really need to sit down and talk!" she
strode into the room . Her blue eyes scanned the room and didn't find him
anywhere. The front door was open. Jackie smiled. She liked the predatorial
feeling. It was a new sensation for her. She never stalked anyone before. It
was a strange and powerful feeling.

As she headed for the doorway, her husband jumped out of a nearby closet,
brandishing a crowbar as a weapon. He swung the bar with all his might. The
giant woman never had the chance to react. The iron bar bounced off her
abdominal. Surprisingly, she didn't feel any impact.

Hank, who only stood just below her chest, stared up at his towering wife. He
stood in shock. After giving her his Babe Ruth special, she didn't even flinch.
She smiled down at him.

He growled, "Fuckin' bitch!" He made another swing at her. Only this time
towards her face.

To his astonishment again, his wife stopped the bar mere inches from her face.
She casually flipped the bar, which threw his 315 lbs. body into the air to
the far side of the room. Hank made an impression on the wall before he fell
to the carpet.

"That wasn't very smart, Hank", she said calmly as she looked the crowbar over
in her hands. He slowly climbed to his feet. His body shook as if he was using
all of his energy to stand.

"I mean if you manage to hit my face with that bar, you could have made me
mad. I mean really mad," she took the bar and slowly twisted into a pretzel.
He stared at her dumbfounded at her feat.

"See what I mean?" She raised her eyebrows, stated her point.

For a second there, she thought he was afraid of her. But true to his male
ego, he became very angry. His face was a mask of fury. "Shut up cunt! Wait
until my friends get here! Then we'll see who's calling the shots!" he
snatched up the phone and his little black book of addresses and phone
numbers.

"Hank, put down the phone! I'm warning you!" Jackie put an edge on her voice,
showing him that she means business. He continued to dial the number. She
placed the iron bar into her mouth and slowly bit off a small piece. She
concentrated for a second and spitted the iron piece out.

Like a bullet, it pierced the cordless phone. There was a loud thump on the
wall. Hank turned and stared at the projectile imbedded into the wall and the
hole in the phone. The phone sputtered and died.

The muscular man dropped the phone and leaped over the counter into the
kitchen. Jackie smiled as she heard him grunt from twisting his ankle, which
meant she has a few more seconds to catch him. She heard him get up and hobble
towards the side doorway which will lead him to the backdoor.

The nine foot tall blonde sighed and walked over to the couch. With her right
foot on the arm, she shoved it into the hallway which leads directly to the
backdoor. The solid oak furniture flew over the carpet and into the hallway.
The wood ripped the plaster off the wall on both sides. The couch kept on
sliding down the wall until it crashed into the backdoor.

Hank stopped in time when the couch flew by him. He turned and saw her
smiling. Terror had him by the throat as he ran to the couch. Much as he
tried, he couldn't budge the couch.

"Forget about it, little man! Even if the walls weren't there, you still
wouldn't be able to move it. It took three of your friends and you to bring it
in," she stopped to chuckle, "and it only took me to move it. Some man you
are!"

He continued to struggle to move the furniture. Suddenly, a shadow fell over
him. He turned and stared right into her naked ripped stomach. Her muscles
rippled as she shifted her feet. The top of his head barely reached the bottom
of her massive breast.

"So ... How does it feel to small and weak compare to me?" she grinned.

"Fu""erk!" he started to say, but her powerful hand gripped his throat. His
feet left the carpet as she hoisted him up to her face.

Jackie was annoyed, "I'm getting real tired of you using profanity. If I hear
one more word from you, I'm gonna treat you like a little boy that you are.
What happens to little boys that uses dirty words? They get their mouth washed
out with soap and a spanking! Would you like me to do that to you?"

With little movement he had, he shook his head no. Little bead of sweat ran
down the side of his face. His brown eyes were dilated with fear.

The blonde amazon laughed, "You're really ARE afraid of me, aren't you? Don't
lie to me! I know you are! God! What a rush! I feel like a Goddess! And you,
little man, are my vermin!" Her hands tighten around his neck and he began to
gag. The trapped 6'3" husband fought to free himself from his wife. He tried
to wedge his hands between her fingers and his neck, but it was a futile
effort.

Jackie roared with laughter, "Am I too much for you? Tell me, Hank, does it
turn you on to see me helpless against you? Tell me Hank!"

With the little remaining strength he had, he shook his head no. "Liar!" she
screamed. She propelled his body higher and smashed his head against the
ceiling. Using her freehand, she ripped his pants and underwear off. His
semi-erect cock was exposed to her view.

"Want to tell me why you were fucking me? ... No, scratch that.. It wasn't
fucking you were doing ... You raped me. Didn't you?" she sneered at him, "You
know, when we started having sex, your 10 inch cock use to excite me. A lot.
But after we got married, when you started forcing yourself on me. It became
rape. I got really scared of it. Now? I'm so damn huge, I don't know if you
have the equipment to handle me! How about it? Want to give it a shot? Want to
see if you can handle me? How bad do you really want to fuck me, little man?"

His brown eyes were full of fear as he violently shook his head no. the
powerhouse woman slammed her husband against the wall, "You're a fucking liar!
You know you want to touch me! You're gonna start worshipping me. You're gonna
worship my body like a temple!" She threw his body down the hall. Back into
the living room.

Hank coughed as he breathed some fresh air back into his lungs. He tried
massaging his throat which was covered with black and blue bruises. His
muscles quivered as he tried to stand up. He watched his wife who walked
slowly into the living room.

"Did I tell you to stand up, little vermin? No, I did not! So get back down on
the floor and start kissing my feet!" she gave him a hard shove to the carpet,
which promptly slammed him into it.

"Now, kiss my feet!" she growled.

The nine feet tall woman smiled as she felt his lips touch her feet. "That's a
good little man! Keep kissing my feet. Show me how much you want me," she
cooed.

A few minutes later, she murmured, "Very good, little man. Now start massaging
my calves." Immediately his hands touched her wide calves. But her muscles
were so dense that he couldn't make an impression into her skin.

"Hank! What are you doing? Seem to me, that you're not even doing what I
want," she put a bit of a growl into her voice.

"I'm trying, Jackie! But your legs are like steel!" he grunted. His fingers
were hurting from trying to apply pressure into her lower limbs.

"Steel, huh? I'll show you steel!" The amazon woman pointed her foot and
flexed her calf. Her husband's hands are larger than most men's, now couldn't
even encircle her leg. He stared at the muscle. In all his life, Hank had
never seen calves at the size of hers. Her thick blue veins ran through her
calf.

"If you think that's something. Check my arms out! Stand up little man!" she
gloated and struck a double biceps pose that she had seen men do on ESPN
Bodybuilding contest.

He slowly stood up, expecting her to change her mind at the last minute and
knock him back down. It was one of his favorite ploys. He'd pretend to finish
with her and when she least expected, he'd knock her down for another session
of intercourse.

But she didn't. Jackie was still in the same pose and waited for him to look.
He stared in pure astonishment of the size of her arms. In her relaxed
stature, her arms didn't appear all that big. But the moment she flexed her
arms, they exploded. It was easily bigger than his thighs. The girth of her
biceps was covered with thick worm-like blue veins. This broke all the rules
of what was possible and not possible.

"Go ahead, Hank. Touch my arms. I know you want to feel them," she urged him.

The towering nine feet tall woman flexed her arms at shoulder level which was
out of his reach. The 6'3" man stood on his toes, straining to reach her arms,
but his fingers would just barely touch the underside of her massive arm.

"What's the matter, Hank? Am I too tall for you? Or is it that you're too
small?" She laughed.

She dropped down to one knee, which brought the top of her head to his chin.
She smiled at him, "Ok, little man. Try feeling my arms now."

The blonde woman flexed her arms again and presented them to him. Both of his
hands couldn't hope to encircle her biceps. The peak of her muscle was the
side of a softball. Much as he tried to, his fingers couldn't penetrate her
hard skin. "God damn," he muttered.

"Ok, little man. Now, it's your turn! Show me your muscles," the amazonic
woman purred.

He tentatively brought his arms up for a pose. He looked worried.

"C'mon! Make a muscle for me!" she urged again.

His arms still half way up, but he still didn't flex. Tired of waiting for
him, the huge woman cupped his naked genital with one hand. A gentle squeeze
caused him to jerk involuntarily away from her, but her grip on him was firm.

"Show me your muscles and I'll make it worth your while," she breathed
huskily. Her fingers expertly squeezed his crotch. The massage sent erotic
signals up to his brain. The semi erect cock slowly began to lengthen in the
palm of her hand. With her free hand, she ripped his shirt off. The shirt tore
like tissue paper, leaving him totally exposed. He shivered as her wet lips
caressed his shoulder and chest. He yelped at the sensation of her teeth
dragging against his skin. With a deep voice, she murmured, "Show me your
muscle, little man!"

Aflame with desire and lust, he obeyed her. The husband brought up his arms
and proudly displayed his 20 inch guns. Jackie smiled with the expression
Just-as-I-wanted. "Good boy," she cooed as she placed a hand on each arm. Her
hand couldn't totally encircle his biceps, but it was more than what he could
do to hers.

She squeezed his arms gently feeling the hardness of his hard earned muscles.
"Nice little muscles you have there," she chuckled, "I wonder what would
happen if I squeezed them really hard?"

He started to scram "No," but it ended in a gurgle of pain. His arms felt like
they were going to explode from the sheer pressure of her vise-like grip.
Jackie released his limbs and watched him fall to the floor. Like a wounded
animal, he moaned as he tried to move his arms. Red welts of her hand print
marked his biceps. His arms quivered as it tried to function.

The blonde woman grinned at her handiwork. "Wow! That must really hurt! I wish
I had a camera to take a picture of your face!" she chortled.

Suddenly, her eyes fluttered and she let out a moan of pleasure. She reached
down between her legs and fingered her crotch. Her fingers came away coated
with white sticky substance. "Omigod! You don't know how wet you made me!" she
showed him her fingers.

"Get up! I want you to suck my tits! Get up now!" she growled hungrily.

Hank looked up at her. The 6'3" tall man struggled to get up without the use
of his arms. His legs buckled under each time he got up.

"I said get up, damnit!" she screamed at him.

"I can't! I can't get my arms to work!" he whined.

"You're such a baby! A little pinch and you cry!" she grasped her husband by
the back of his neck and hauled him up to her breast. The injured man winced.
He half way expected her to smack him with her huge milky white flesh. His
face felt small as she pressed him against them. Jackie slipped her hand under
his ass, so he wouldn't fall back down.

Forgetting about the pain at the moment, he sucked eagerly around her massive
breast. The powerful woman guided her man around the sensitive spots of her
breast before allowing him to suck her nipple. The nine feet tall woman became
more and more aroused. The juice could be felt trickling down her long legs.
She brought her hand around and began to stroke Hank's cock into a full
erection. Jackie wanted him inside her. Almost instantly, his cock sprang to
its full 10 inches. But in her hand, it felt a little better than 5 inches.

Passion overwhelmed her as she fought to keep her sense. Her eyes were
continuously trying to roll back. She fought to keep her breath, but it came
short as she tried to inhale. Jackie gave up and laid back on the carpet.
"Rape me, you little vermin!" she pushed him down between her muscular thighs.
She was coherent enough to grab his shaft and guide him inside.

The super woman felt odd when she felt the cock slide inside her. It wasn't
Hank's 10 inches she was feeling, but a little boy's. She opened her eyes and
watched her husband struggling to keep his balance without the use of his
arms. The feeling of power surged through her body.

"Fuck me, you piece of shit!" she snarled. She got tired of waiting for him to
move, so she helped him. She grabbed his ass and pulled him in. Her vagina
tightens around the shaft. From her memories, she expected something bigger.
Not this cocktail wiener. A small amount of pleasure surged through her
muscular body. She watched his face turn red as if he were exerting himself at
something. He grunted in pain.

"What's the matter, Hank?" she demanded.

"You're holding my dick too tight! I can't pull it out!" he gasped.

Jackie felt really stupid. The muscular maiden was expecting something big and
powerful. She planned for an erotic rush by gripping his member too tight. She
over estimated her strength and instead held him captive.

"What's the matter little man? Am I too much woman for you to handle?" she let
out a laugh to hide her embarrassment. She opened her legs a bit. The cock
began to slide out and then back in.

"C'mon! Fuck me! Fuck me really hard!" she encouraged him. The words spilled
out of her mouth as she urged him to pump her hard.

Hank, not being able to use his arms for leverage, set in motion his hips as
best he could. Within minutes, he began to tire. Sweat ran down his face.
Despite his physical condition, he huffed and puffed, trying to keep the
motion going. Eventually his pace began to slow down.

His wife seemed to sense his slowing down. She growled and grabbed his ass
with both of her huge hands and began to ram him in and out of her rock hard
body. He was suddenly thrown on tops of hers. He struggled to get back up but
without the use of his arms, he couldn't. Jackie, on the other hand, had no
problem in keeping the motion going. Her hands easily held on to his buttocks
due to the size of her hands. His ass was the size of a grapefruit to her.

She grunted as she pulled and slammed her husband into her. The pulling and
slamming began to get very painful to him. He cried out in pain, "Ow! Jackie!
Ow! You're hurting.. Ow! Me!" She ignored him.

As best he could, he began to fight against her by disrupting the rhythm of
her motion. But she easily kept control of his body. However, his constant
crying began to disturb her concentration.

The blonde superwoman snarled, "You're worthless, Hank!" Without disengaging
from him, she flipped him over her head and instantly she was sitting stride
his lower limbs.

"What the ... " he was startled by her sudden acrobatic moves.

"Shut up, little man! Just enjoy the ride!" she continued her stroke without
missing a beat. Her massive body rose up and slammed down on his smaller body.
He yelped in pain.

"Jackie! You're too fucking hea-" her hand smashed into the side of his face.

"I told you, dip shit, don't swear at me!"

The side of his face turned into an ugly dark color where she had struck him.
The titian woman paused as if she were waiting for something. He said nothing.

"Well?" she prompted.

Still he said nothing.

Not satisfied with his silence, she slammed her pelvis down hard on him, which
caused him to wince. Several more times, he began to scream in pain, but he
said nothing.

Finally fed up with his stupidity. "Say you're sorry, you dumb ass!" she clued
him.

"Ow! What for? Ow!"

"For swearing at me! Or do you want me to fuck you so damn hard that you won't
be able to walk or pee without hurting yourself?"

With a timid voice, he responded, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to swear at you!"

"There! That wasn't so bad, now. Was it? If you're good, I'll let you suck my
tits after I've climaxed," she purred.

The huge blonde woman settled into an easy smooth stroke as she leaned
forward. Jackie loved the feeling of the small man under her. It thrilled her
to have him utterly under her control. She shivered as she felt her body
building up into a climax. She closed her eyes in anticipation of a powerful
finale.

Suddenly, something hot and wet splurged inside her body. Hank's cock rapidly
deflated. There was no making mistake on Hank's face. She knew that he had
shot his load inside her.

She screamed, "You little prick! You weren't supposed to cum! I'll fix you!"

He smirked up at her, "What's the matter honey? Not satisfied yet? Better luck
next time!"

"Oh no! I'm not letting you off that easy! I'm going to cum and you're going
to help me out! You can bet on that!"

With her powerful arms, she easily shoved him down until his face was even
with her crotch. Her blonde pubic hair covered most of his face. Only his
brown eyes could be seen under her. Hank violently shook his head no, but her
python thighs clamped down on his head tightly, causing him extreme pain. His
brown eyes widen in pain.

She coolly said, "Do I need to convince you otherwise? No? Good! Now, get
busy!"

His head was released from her crushing legs. She could feel her clitoris
being rubbed, but he made no move to touch it. She scowled. Her fingers placed
about his forehead. Gently she began to apply pressure to his skull, until he
began to scream in pain.

She cooed, "Wonder how much pressure it takes to crack a numbskull?"

He shouted, "Stop! Please stop! No more! I'll do it!"

"Then get busy! You know what to do. You insist on playing these games. Tell
you what. I can play games too! Now get your tongue busy! Or do you want
another game to play?"

Jackie felt a jolt of pleasure rush up her spine to her head and back down.
His tongue probed at the most sensitive spots around her clit. Her hands ached
to grab a hold of something while she "rode" his face. Her juice flowed down
the tunnel onto his face. She could feel her husband struggling to breathe.
She allowed very little air to reach him.

Her muscular body began to vibrate as she felt the second build up of her
climax. Like a water rocket that's been pumped up to it's limits. Her body
screamed for its release. It took her by surprise as it came all at once,
releasing her from the pressure.

A smile spread across her face as she slumped forward, exhausted from a
powerful climax. She raised her rump to give her abusive husband oxygen that
he desperately needed. Jackie bit back a giggle when she saw his face. His
face was totally drenched with her juice.

After resting for a period, she stood up and headed for the bedroom. Hank
whimpered, "Help me to the bed, please!"

"The bed's mine! You're sleeping on the couch. That is if you can make it!"
she laughed.

Her husband scowled at her, "Fucking bitch!" But softly, so she couldn't hear
him. His arms still refused to move and his hip and thighs were so battered
from her banging on him with her immense weight. He curled into a fetal
position that hopefully didn't hurt so much. Never has he felt so weak and
helpless against a woman. He swore to himself that he would get back at her.
No matter the cost!

Morning came, Hank woke up out of habit. With some minor pain, he found that
he could move his limbs again. He scanned the living room. Everything was
where it was from the previous night. The couch was still stuck in the hallway
which meant his wife was still in bed. He softly treaded down the hallway
towards the bathroom. He walked around the pieces of the bathroom door as he
made his way to the bathroom for his morning toiletry.

The bathroom was unusually empty without his wife's cosmetic and things. He
jumped when something stabbed into his bare feet. The 6'3" man glanced down
and saw the empty hypodermic needle.

Puzzled, he picked up the object. Three vials sat on the sink counter. One of
them was empty. Hope surged through him as he snatched the two remaining
vials. There was no doubt in his mind, that whatever was in those vials, was
the cause of his wife's mysterious growth. Jackie was going to pay dearly for
his humiliation last night!

After carefully filling the needle with the serum, he chuckled thinking what
he was going to do to her. Since he was already tall and muscular, he should
be even more intimidating with the clear fluid.

Quietly, he padded to the bedroom where she laid sleeping. He wanted to see
her face when he starts his transformation. Nothing will give him the greater
satisfaction of seeing fear on her face. He could imagine himself getting
bigger and bigger in front of her. The very thought of her cowering in fear
and begging for mercy set his cock hard.

He quietly opened the door and saw his wife's huge form sleeping under the
blanket. Grinning evilly, he slowly stole to the bed. He used the heel of his
foot and kicked her ass. "Get up slut! Time to pay the piper!" he shouted and
hopped far enough back to out of her reach.

Slowly, the blonde giantess sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Her
hair was in an array of tangles as she looked around the for the source of her
intrusion. Her blue eyes blinked several times before she could see her
husband.

Hank held up the needle for her to see, "Remember this?"

A shock of recognition came over her face. "Oh shit!" she managed to say.

"You got that right! Pay back time, bitch!" he jammed the needle into his
forearm.

Just as Hank predicted, his wife made a lunge out of bed to stop him. Her hand
fell a short of reaching him as she fell to the floor from her legs tangling
with the bed sheet. With no effort, her legs easily ripped the fabric as she
made an another attempt to stop him. Her husband easily sidestepped her second
lunge. By then, the last of the chemical has already entered his body.

He grinned evilly as he waited for his body to undergo the growth change. The
6'3" husband screamed in pain. Waves of pain washed over his nerves as he
fought to stay upright. He closed his eyes against the pain. The room seemed
too bright as he fought the urge to vomit. His body felt as if it were falling
in. He didn't feel as if he were getting stronger, but weaker. Incredibly
weak. Even the effort of screaming was too much. The room spun as he tried to
keep his balance, but his legs barely seem to have enough strength to hold him
up right.

Then slowly the pain ebbed away. The room no longer spun. He slowly
straightens up to his new full height. However, he still felt weak. There was
no sense of power in his body.

Someone in the room was chuckling. This person had a deep voice. Sounded like
it belonged to a male. Far as he knew, there wasn't anyone else in the room
when he entered. The chuckling rolled into a raucous laughter.

He opened his eyes and found himself staring straight into a blonde triangular
furry patch. His eyes rose higher and higher pas the massive cobblestone
stomach to the underside of a pair of huge tits. The giantess face was high
above out of sight. The upper torso leaned over him as he stepped back to see
who it is.

The face looked down at him, smiling. It was his wife, Jackie! Her blonde hair
spilled over her broad shoulders. She looked like she was 18 feet tall!

She placed her hands on her hips and grinned down at him, "Who's going to pay
the piper, runt?" Her deep voice giggled then broke into a booming laughter.

Hank looked down at himself. He could not find a hint of muscle anywhere on
his body. He flexed his skinny arms and found it too much of an effort to lift
his arms. From the mirror at the far wall, he saw a strickly looking man next
to a powerful looking amazon. He was nothing but skin and bones. His wife
practically doubles his height. Was this how he was going to look to others?

Couldn't bear the though of being a sick joke to the female race. He turned
and ran to the door. With both hands he grasped the doorknob that was at
shoulder level. He grunted as he tried to turn the knob. With all the strength
that he has, he couldn't do simple task of opening the door.

Suddenly the skinny man was hoisted into the air and spun about. He looked at
the face of his wife. "Going somewhere, Hank?" she had an evil grin on her
face. A face he knew too well from the previous night.

"Let me go! I won't bother you anymore! Please!" he begged.

"You got that right, but I'm not going to let you go ... Mmm ... I'm
definitely going to have some fun with you! Do you remember Mara, my cousin?
The one you teased about six months ago about her being too fat? Well, she's
coming over to visit us today. I think you better be on your best behavior and
be especially nice to her!"

"No! Please! Don't do this to me!" he feebly tried to push away from her, but
his strength was a gnat compare to hers. She took no notice of his attempt as
she laid his tiny body on the bed. The bed cracked and creaked from the
immense weight of her muscular body as she crawled over him. With one hand,
she held him prisoner until she positioned her crotch over his terrified face.

"Now, since you were stupid enough to inject yourself with the serum, your
cock will never be enough to satisfy me. Nevertheless, I think your mouth will
do nicely. So get busy lil' man!"

Her husband screamed as he tried to push her descending pussy, but he was
nothing but a toy to her now. Jackie chuckled, knowing she was going to be the
one terrorizing him from then on! Life will be so good for her!