The sky was laden with gold when Diane opened her eyes and felt her body stiff with orgasms. At first, there was no breath at all. She felt like suffocating, and the sound of the waves crashing on a nearby bank somehow only added to her despair. The air slowly entered her lungs as she slowly regained control of her muscles. She was burning from the inside, and faint layers of steam rose from her every pore.
Diane felt the gentle and authoritative touch of her master. The dark-skinned fingers played with each of her fourteen abdominal muscles, squeezing them, pinching them, feeling their hardness, then running along the crevices and feeling just how tight all of them were. Diane was a 11’4ft-tall giantess, yet she was immobilized under that simple touch of her woman. Once she looked to her right, she saw the gorgeous face of the Head Instructress.
“Afternoon, my love.” The mighty woman closed for a kiss. Her dark, thick lips moistened Diane’s. The daring giantess didn’t stop there, laying further kisses on Diane’s face, treating the princess of the Amazons like just one of her hundreds of mistresses. “We’ve made quite a mess.” Her hands explored Diane’s muscular physique. “Your hard, powerful body cracked this island in half!” She gave her lover a powerful slap in the thighs, and Diane flexed her muscles reflexively. “Ada, girl!”
Diane was at first angry, then just plain humorous. She couldn’t help but to smile next to that giantess whose confidence amused her so much. Her teenage arms were as thick as tree-trunks, with biceps so powerful she could bend and crush a column of titanium with a single hug or tear an iron plaque in half with her hands, yet they were still, frozen, paralyzed by a powerful numbing feeling. As the Amazon caressed her face with further kisses, the princess whimpered: “w-where are we?”
“Still in the same island, my love—or at least one half of it. Quite a bit some time passed, though.”
Diane finally managed to lift her right hand. The Head Instructress had grown: after her first muscle transformation, the powerful woman had gone from 7ft3in feet to 7ft8in, yet now she stood at about 8ft5in-tall. She could see that by comparing the older woman’s face to her own palm—which still nonetheless could hold that head and squash it like a fruit.
Diane turned around a bit, feeling much more in control of her body. The Head Instructress very subtly showed fear and hesitation next to her. It was impossible, of course, not to feel intimidated by the princess of power: her body was like a horse’s, powerful muscles everywhere, every pore of her bursting with virility—the full potential of which the Head Instructress hadn’t yet tapped into.
Diane wrapped her fingers on the Instructress’s neck, squeezing it slightly as she fondled the face of that beautiful, thick woman with her other hand. “What have you done to me?”
The Instructress smiled, fondling the princess’s arms back. She could feel Diane’s powerful muscle fibers at the tip of her fingers. «Power! This is true power, if I ever felt one!» The older vixen gulped.
“I have destroyed your pussy, my princess, and made you beg for mercy for hours on end.” The Instructress laid her hands on Diane’s body: with her left hand, she squeezed the woman’s massive breast while feasting on her abs, her thighs, and her ass with the right hand. Sloshing and splashing sounds were heard as thick, creamy milk erupted from the princess’s tits. “This pussy here, my princess.” Her right fingers danced over the royal’s cunt. “I claimed it like this!” She sunk her fingers inside the princess, and Diane’s face froze. There it was: the pleasure! The paralyzing pleasure she had just felt! It was so precise, yet so all-encompassing! Every single fiber of her body tensed, making her jolt on the ground and shake the entire island with her tension.
Gigi Potemkin 