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[FREEBIE] An older, experienced warrior Amazon shows her muscular demigoddess what she’s capable of!

The princess of the Amazons stepped up on the altar, cracking the steps of stone with her feet. Her muscular legs swelled and bloated as she moved, and her whole body made a sinuous dance that got the Head Instructress completely dazed and hypnotized! The mighty Amazon couldn’t believe her own eyes! The arrogant princess was only eighteen years old, yet she already carried herself with a confidence to rival the Queen of the Amazons herself!

Of course, when one had such a body, confidence came in quite naturally. The Head Instructress admired the princess and her armor of iron-hard muscles; her body crafted to perfection to impress and arouse—as well as crush the bones and tear the limbs of her enemies in the heat of the battle. Diane was a mighty muscle mare, standing at 7’5-feet and straining whatever surface she stood on with her 500-pound weight—almost all of it pure muscles.

The Head Instructress, who had forged her own body through intense daily exercises, had grown bigger and taller than the princess, but even her massive muscle transformation could still only barely rival the Amazon heir: she stood now at 7’6ft-tall (one hair taller than the princess) and 550 pounds. Princess Diane, in her natural form, was already almost as big as that thick, mighty woman after an earth-shattering transformation. «Did I take it too easy?» The Instructress asked herself, insecurity taking hold of her mind.

She looked around the temple and realized that, no, she couldn’t have grown any bigger than that. Her transformation had cracked the temple in the middle and all but ruined the altar they were standing on, with the stone bed between her and the princess cracked and caved in the middle. Her muscles still burned with the after-shocks of her transformation, and her whole body emitted a sensuous coat of steam. She had gone as far as she could without straining herself—yet her farthest was still the princess’s average. She gulped and quivered, imagining what such a powerful child could do to her.

Diane was the daughter of Zeus. She was fated to take the throne of Themyscira and lead the Amazons into a new, glorious era. Her body betrayed her divine origins; her muscles gave anyone a glimpse of the tremendous power that she carried within.

For a long time, Diane didn’t even bother wrestling with the other girls. Even the biggest, sturdiest of them were kicked and flipped on the arena like ragdolls, with the arrogant child even yawning at her trainers as she used very simple, amateur blows to deal with her opponents quickly and effortlessly.

The mightiest warriors left the arena trampled and humiliated, thrown around like pieces of flesh by a girl half their age. Only the Head Instructress was left to fight with her on (mostly) equal terms, and the memory of their sweaty bodies thrusting, pressing, squashing each other on the dusty arena, throwing sand and water and sweat everywhere, still brought the Instructress many wet dreams in the solitude of her chamber.

Now that she saw Diane standing before her, so tall and muscular, she wondered whether the cocky bastard was taking easy on her. She wouldn’t have to wait long until the truth was revealed: Diane spread her legs and assumed a fighting stance on the altar, cracking the stone when her feet landed on the ground.

Loud cracks and rumbles echoed in the temple, and the Head Instructress stepped back as she the altar became wobblier and more unstable. Diane’s simple gesture had further atomized those stones into pebbles. «Fuck! In the name of Hera, what is this child?!» Her heart beat loudly as she was met by Diane’s cocky, almost devilish gaze. That girl had confidence to spare! The cockiest, biggest-dicked Alpha males wouldn’t match one hair of her head in terms of reliance and self-assurance. The Head Instructress had to fight against her urge to either flee or submit to that little youth, reminding herself constantly that—at least in paper—she was still Diane’s superior.

Well, not for too long. The Princess of the Amazons arched her arms in front of her body, flexing her mighty muscles just a little, yet already hard enough for her biceps to grow like boulders covered with thick veins. “Do you want to see power, Head Instructress?” The teenager asked, and the Amazon was left in silence, not realizing she was supposed to answer.

After clearing her throat, she mumbled some clumsy words followed by a nod of the head and a wimpy: “huh.” Diane bit her lower lip, taking deep breaths and feeling her body heat up. “Alright. This is power!”

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