Diane stood in the middle of the great pantheon, surrounded by hundreds of her beloved sisters, awaiting their judgement. Though her position was somewhat humiliating—her wrists tied by her own Lasso of Honesty—she had the tranquility of the gods on her side. It was wonderful, in fact, to stand near so many beautiful women. Diane was, above anything, a free spirit who reveled in the beauty of whatever person she saw, be them male or female, and those hundreds of ladies were the finest female specimens the whole world had to offer.
«I can’t say I’m not aroused by this.» The powerful princess thought, crossing her legs and squeezing her pussy with her phenomenal thighs. The arousal was not one-sided, though: those hundreds of women—powerful warriors of her race of Amazons—couldn’t help but to be hugely attracted by the beautiful demigoddess standing before them. She was the mightiest of their kind, and though they should have been angered by the transgressions committed, they couldn’t help but to fall deeper in love every time they looked at her.
Diane was the daughter of Zeus, and it showed. The Amazon’s staggering height of 7’5 feet was complemented by an impeccable body forged in iron. Though she had never worked out to be so buff and muscular, her genes inevitably made her a goddess of muscles: every time she moved, her body trembled loudly with her muscles rippling under her skin. Her legs were like two Greek columns made of steel, thick and potent limbs that could kick like a mare, and her hips were immensely wide thanks to the humongous rear they supported.
Her ass was perfect. No more accurate description can be given to it: perfect! They were almost pure muscles: perfectly round glutes so hard they almost stood upright even when relaxed.
The goddess turned around, making those beauties jump and loudly flex, and many gasps came from the Amazons, who felt uneasy even when they were, each of them, the sexiest, fittest superwomen on the planet.
«Who do these whores think they are to judge me? Me?» The goddess flexed her arms, feeling the pressure and resistance of her lasso in her hips. Her biceps bulged loudly, making the sound of a thick tire being stretched to its limits, and then she relaxed those guns, picking the many gasps and faint moans coming from the audience. «They are aroused by my sight.» Turning her ears, she could even detect the dripping of the excessive moisture from many pairs of legs. «Who am I kidding? I am aroused by myself too!»
The Amazon spread her legs, drawing more admiring gasps from the audience as her marvelous thighs flexed and rippled. Thin threads of thick, transparent nectar dripped from her vagina, which was tightly pressed by the red-and-blue spandex of her uniform. The gooey threads flowed down her legs, forming two small patches of creamy goo between her feet.
The goddess smiled, looking defiantly to the many sisters who were supposed to judge her. Flexing her arms again, she tested their resilience, flaunting her obscenely shredded arms. «God, I’m so perfect!» The goddess delighted on her superior genes, flexing her abs and feeling her uniform cave into her body. Every muscle in her was perfectly highlighted by her tight spandex, which happened to make her even more arousing than if she were outright naked.
Her biceps swelled, and many veins spread all over it, feeding her muscular guns with gallons of blood. She could feel the power flowing in her veins, throbbing loudly in her arteries as she took deeper breaths and channeled more energy into her abs. Her breasts, however, throbbed before she could even pop the ten magnificent muscles of her belly. «Goddamn!!» She felt on fire, with her breasts testing the strength of her uniform.
Her nipples were so hard they flashed though the cloth. That uniform was designed specifically to prevent incidents such as these, but its designer probably didn’t take into account the power and hardness of an Amazon goddess. Even when Diane stood perfectly still, her breasts were wobbling and bouncing on their own. «It’s the milk,» she pondered, shaking her chest just a little, feeling the sloshing of the thick liquid inside her bosom.
Her mammalian glands were full. Really full! She always felt an intense pressure in those breasts, but almost always managed to get by. Almost. The situation only grew uncomfortable in the heat of a battle, and it wasn’t uncommon for the goddess to be punched in the stomach and unwittingly squirt gallons of milk in an enemy’s face.
“Isn’t there anything I can do about this?” She had asked one of those very same sisters one day, when she was still in good standing with the Amazons. The sister she sook help with was a massive, dark-skinned beauty who nonetheless could barely speak straight when seeing (and touching!) Diane’s exposed breasts. Still, she did her best to remain professional.
“Diane, look at you.” She pointed to the goddess’s body. “You’re leagues ahead anything anyone of us could ever ask for.” She bowed before her princess, humbled and infatuated. “My goddess, you are a thousand times more woman than we’re ever going to be. Your massive bosom, also lush and full of milk, is a blessing you will need to get used to.” Diane couldn’t help but to catch her friend’s desirous biting of her lips. “You’re the absolute female. The perfect woman. I’m am all but honored to serve you…” Her words almost dissipated in the air, “and get the honor of seeing your full, mm, beauty so up-close.”
Diane had her torso completely naked to that friend, and a tight skirt and two bracelets were her only uniform for that check-up. Her massive legs were crossed, which made them look ever more obscene then they were when separated. Diane saw how her friend’s eyes wandered between her tits and her abs, then her abs and her legs all the time, never knowing where to focus. All of her was just too irresistible for even that big, experienced Amazon to keep her cool.
The princess put her arms on the stone bed she was sitting and leaned back gently. The ten powerful muscles of her abs rippled like leather straps, and the friend audibly shivered as she saw them get much more ripped, bloated, and prominent than her own had ever been. “My g-goddess,” she looked up to the princess with a little bit of despair. “Why do you show off like that.”
Diane was legitimately puzzled. “Show off? What do you mean?” She looked down and made an effort to see her belly, but she couldn’t manage it; her massive bosom stood in the way. “Am I being immodest?”
The older Amazon no longer knew what was fun and what was flirtation. “You know you are, my queen.” Still, seeing the honestly confused expression of her princess, the Amazon continued: “even though you know you are beautiful, you have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”
Diane gave a perky smile. “I have some idea.” Then flexed her abs harder, and for the first time the other Amazon almost lost control of her body, whimpering loudly, putting both hands on the bed, and almost falling over the princess with the desire to lick her and eat her pussy raw.
“By Zeus!!” Diane shouted. “Do I look this good?”
She couldn’t see it, but her abs had swelled to an absolute muscular perfection: ten throbbing, bulging muscles so insanely toned that a new pair was almost showing near her hips. Some thick veins had covered her belly, throbbing as faint layers of steam rose from her skin.
Her Amazon admirer had her tongue out when she almost fell over the princess. The sight of those perfect muscles aroused her particularly hard, for she was the one in charge of training the girls to their maximum physical prowess.
“My queen…!” She bit her lips, almost as if trying to restrain her raging attraction. Diane saw her muscles throbbing and her skin sweating. From her pussy, she could hear the juices sloshing, then splashing into her thighs as their dripped on the floor and flowed down her legs like rivers of pure arousal. The Amazon’s arms too were bulging, and though they were thinner and less veiny than Diane’s own guns, they were still absolute muscular marvels she craved to lick and run her tongue all over!
The older Amazon got a better hold on herself and looked the princess in the eyes. “How many times a week to you exercise, my lady?”
“Exercise?” The princess lazily stretched on the bed, making the display of muscles and veins grow even more obscene. “You mean, pull weights and throw darts like you do?”
“Y-y-yes.” All she could see at the moment were the princess giant, almost rock-hard breasts. “T-that’s right.”
“Oh, oh!” Diane stretched again. “Three times a week, I guess.” She yawned, making her biceps grow and throb so lively before her admirer. “A few hours a day, if that’s what you mean.” She gave her a feline, sensuous smile. “I don’t do a lot of exercise, to be honest. It bores me out of my mind!”
“Fucking…!” The older Amazon bit her tongue, squinting her eyes so as to restrain the growing fire in her loins.
Diane was worried: “are you alright?”
Her friend could barely get her answer out: “yes, yes, princess, I am, but… god!… damn it!!” When she looked up again, her eyes were tearing up! “You are so! Fucking! Perfect!”
The demigoddess stretched on the stone bed again, just compounding the insanity of muscles that so dazzled her admirer. “Oh, please!” Even when she least realized, she made one of her biceps throb so big and hard that it literally slapped her in the face! “I guess I am beautiful, but I’m not that…”
“Oh, shut up!!” The older Amazon covered her own mouth in terror, trying to gauge her princess’s reaction. Diane was amused, and finally realizing just how immense was her sexual attraction. “Do I really look this good? Good enough that I make you speak so disrespectfully to your queen and goddess?” Her friend nodded, and then Diane completely forgot about the ailments that had brought her to that place.
Instead, she wanted to gauge how intense was her control over her friend. «I’ve had many women before.» She pondered, knowing very well how excellent a lover she could be. «Many hard, delicious bodies under my own, quivering and shouting under my touch.» The screams and the jets of lube in her face were the absolute proof of her mastery in lovemaking. «I know I am attractive, but am I really attractive to make her—the Head Instructress of Amazons!—fall for me?»
The Head Instructress of Themyscira sure was a catch. Of all women in the islands, only her and the Queen of Amazons could be compared to Diane in height and muscle mass—the Queen was undeniably the bigger woman, standing at 7’8 feet and flaunting over 600 pounds of unbelievably hard, bulging muscles. Of all women in the world, in fact, the Amazon Queen was the only one able to give Diane a good beating—even many years later, as she was about to be judged.
The Head Instructress was much less intimidating, but still a force to be feared if ever angered. At 7’3 feet, the tall hulking warrior was a real tank of a woman. Though shorter than Diane, she was considerably bulkier, sporting nearly 525 pounds of muscle versus the princess’ more “modest” 500 pounds. This was translated into her thicker, “brickier” silhouette, which didn’t by any means make her any less of an attractive woman. To Diane, in fact, she was the paramount of female beauty.
The princess tried to control her own arousal as she saw the Instructress fawning so clearly over her. The massive woman was wider and thicker than she was, built as hard as a mountain, though still lady-like in her proportions: her waist a thin and her ass was massive. Her breasts, though somewhat smaller than Diane’s, were still such round, perfect muscle-bound knockers that the bustiest of mortals would feel inadequate standing next to.
They two were luscious, fertile beasts: Diane could hear the milk shaking inside them, and it was almost as copious as the milk she held on her own knockers. «This bitch! She talks as if I was cursed with big breasts, but her own also look like always one squeeze away from gushing gallons!» She lowered her head and licked her lips, signaling her obvious attraction for the Instructress.
The woman was wider than Diane in almost every aspect: thicker legs, bigger ass, more solid muscles, and an eight-pack that was just as big as Diane’s ten-pack, each muscle covering a much larger area of her belly. Her shoulders were a true spectacle; wide and sturdy walls any woman (or man) could quickly rely on. The Instructress was such a paramount of virility that she could literally take arrows to her body, only for the projectiles to shatter in contact with her muscles.
Her bulging arms were scary! Beautiful, of course, and not “monstrous” or “freakish” by any stretch of the definition, by they were clearly arms that could wrestle a raging bull to the ground. Diane vividly remembered the instances when that Instructress, showing off her prowess to her students and the Queen herself, tamed two wild stallions by literally bear-hugging their throats and body-slamming then both like paper bags.
She had literally flipped bears and cracked the skulls of lions with nothing but those mighty arms. In fact, in all the fights and displays of power she had ever done, not a single beast had managed to land a blow anywhere close to her torso or abs. Once the assailant was in reach of her arms, *boom!*, one punch and it was game over!
Only the Queen stood firmly over that mare, having wrestled her into submission a few times in front of other elite Amazons, teaching the woman her proper place in Themyscira. Still, the Queen herself admitted that “as I get old, this bitch only gets stronger!” Therefore, the Queen of the Amazons obsessed with training every single day to keep her muscles sharp and her senses sharper, always trying to maintain the edge over her fearsome rival. “One day she might actually beat me, and when this day comes, I will be hard-pressed to justify my crown!”
All of that intimidated Diane a little, but the Princess of the Amazons knew very well her place in the sexual and physical pantheon of the island—and her
place was, even as early as her eighteen years of age, at the very top! Everyone knew it was just a matter of months, if not days, for the daughter of Zeus to take her rightful place as Queen of the Amazons. It was inevitable! The only incognito question was when the fateful battle between her and the Queen would finally happen, after which she would take—peacefully or not—the crown from her matriarch’s head.
This gave Diane a sense of confidence unparalleled in any Amazon. Women always had the biological curse of being “a little shy, a little weaker, a little more vulnerable” than their male pears, but the Amazons (for the most part) escaped that curse, and Diane escaped it completely: she was as cocky as any Alpha male, and in matters of love and sex she always enjoyed taking the dominant role—be it on a date or on a violent wrestling match.
The young Amazon thus looked temptingly to her superior, who was all but unravelling completely next to the youth’s beauty. How long had the Instructress been coveting her body? How hard had her attraction grown between her hips, and how hot burned the flames of a passion she never had the opportunity to consummate… until that day? The princess would find out.
“What part of my body attracts you the most?” She asked, and before the Instructress could even look up to her again, the princess flexed her entire body, making her musculature beam before the woman’s eyes.
The bed cracked, and at first Diane thought it was her muscles that had damaged her stone. As she looked to her sides, however, she saw the Instructress’s hands cracking the edges of the bed, turning it to dust under her mighty grip. Her own muscles were swelling and hardening, with veins popping in her forehead as she could barely withstand the divine sight of her princess’s body.
“D-Diane!” She looked to her goddess, who was smiling back at her.
“Don’t be shy.” Diane uncrossed her legs, striking the instructress with the heat of her cunt. She raised her leg besides the Instructress’s body, feeling her massive, scary muscles on her foot. “You know… I’ve always been attracted to your body.” The Instructress gulped as Diane foot-massaged her massive glutes. “Your ass… by Zeus, you are a thick woman!” Her eyes glistered with sincere admiration. “These legs belong to mares, not to humans!”
The Instructress gained more confidence, as shown by the sensual rumbling of her muscles. She took her hands off the table and stood upright, letting dust and pebbles fall from her wrists. “I am nothing compared to you, my princess, but I…” A cocky smiled was drawn in her lips. “Well, I do take care of myself.” She struck a pose with her body, displaying to Diane her massive, tree-trunk-like arms. “Do you like my muscles, princess? Are they well-trained and hard enough for a woman in my position?”
Diane spread her legs and flexed her abs. The Amazon’s body seemed to have been hit with the bursts of power emanating from the princess, for she vacillated and stepped back a little, her poise and her focus all but broken. “Don’t you run away, Head Instructress, or try to avoid my question: I asked…” She flexed her muscles again, breasts bouncing as her physique rippled and bulged, “which part of my body is more appetizing to you?” Her eyes wandered on the Amazon’s thick bod. “Oh, I love your hips, and all that comes with them.” She loudly licked her lips. “Your thighs and your ass, so hard and ripe!” Her gaze was like a predator’s. “I always wondered what was like feeling those powerful slabs of meat on my hands… and my lips… and my tongue.”
She stuck her tongue out and slowly, oh, very slowly licked her upper lip. Her red, hot tongue highlighted the fullness of her lip, making it glisten with her saliva before she caressed her lower lip, very carefully massaging her meat before the Amazon’s thirsty eyes. She could feel her friend’s arousal by her coarse, rumbling breath; it was like the breath of a bull in heat, ready to charge at a fertile mate. Diane would be scared shitless of that woman, indeed, if she didn’t know she could very well hold her ground against her.
The Instructress cleared her throat and spread her legs and arms apart, in a pose very similar to her infamous fighting stances. “My princess,” she said, “this is a useless question. There is no part I covet more than any other in your body.” Both mighty women looked at each other in silence, soon broken by the Amazon’s deeper, silkier voice: “all of you is equally attractive. All of you… is deeply arousing.” Her hands glided near her own hips for an instant, briefly betraying her all-consuming desire. “Your abs. Your arms. The muscles of your back. The powerful slabs of your shoulders. Your mighty legs, your outstanding rear, your ripped, hard cunt, and your face worthy of Aphrodite.” He bowed very slightly, as if the gesture was her duty. “Everything in you is equally supreme, and to choose one would be to insult the others.”
Diane smiled, knowing there was a lot of truth in her words. “You are a charmer, Head Instructress.” The princess kept her arms half-flexed, feeling the veins slowly climbing over her biceps. “But I’m afraid I’m not all that when compared to our mighty Queen, right?” She stared deeply at the Instructress, who looked at her with candor. “Right?”
The Amazon closed her eyes, pondered for a while, and then replied: “our Queen truly is something else, but she’s also something quite bad that you’ll gladly take a long time to become.”
The princess was puzzled. “What?”
The Amazon smirked. “Old.”
Diane laughed, becoming a little bit vulnerable, which prompted the Instructress to do the unthinkable.
*Crack!* The princess was startled as the older Amazon sank her foot in the altar around the bed, cracking the stone while sinking a few inches into ground. Diane held her jaw low for a while, praising the Amazon’s strength: “fuck! If that’s what you do by accident,” she squirmed, “I shiver just to think about what you can do when you unleash your full power.”
This time, it was Diane’s turn to be shaken by the Amazon’s muscles: the Instructress flexed her arms and her upper torso, making her brick-like width grow even wider, more like a literal wall of muscles before the princess. Both women knew that, in terms of power and fighting skills, they stood roughly at the same level, and they also knew dozens of temples would have to be destroyed until one of them could emerge victorious from a hypothetical fight.
Both of them knew that, but none of them wanted to find out who was the strongest—yet. The tension between their massive, hard bodies conjured up a different, smoother sensation. The temple stood at a dead silence, with nobody else present on that island but the two beauties. In a way, admitting it or not, the Head Instructress had arranged for them to be alone in that paradise, and now she had the princess precisely where she wanted: in her grasp.
A ferocious, animalistic feeling took over her breast as she flexed her abs and made her eight obscene muscles bulge, drawing excited claps from her princess. “Yes, yes!” Diane bit her lower lip, casting a most intense gaze upon her superior. “Is this the hardest you can go?”
The Instructress smiled back, loving the taste of a new challenge. “Petulant heir. Despite your lineage, you haven’t yet known the true power of a female!” The Instructress drew a deeper breath, then flexed her belly so hard she made the altar shake. Diane’s eyes bulged almost as hard as her friend’s muscles, seeing that massive eight-pack be covered with veins, the muscles growing almost as big as a man’s biceps.
The Instructress crossed her arms over her head and channeled all her strength in her abs, which rippled so loudly they sounded like rubber tires exploding. “Wow.” The princess was sincerely humbled as those massive muscles slowly outgrew her own, covered in thick, scorching veins while all other muscles also seemed to harden and swell.
The Instructress opened her eyes, managing to speak very clearly while keeping the immense pressure in her physique. “What about I show you what a woman truly looks like, heh, child?” Closing her eyes again, the Amazon conjured up so much strength to her abs that her neck swelled and her arms throbbed like two giant drums.
The ground was shaking hard enough so that even the columns nearby began to crack, and the ripples of energy in that giantess’s body were so intense that she couldn’t hold back her scream for much longer: “rooooaarrr!!!” With a massive outburst of energy, the ground exploded around her, cracking the stone table in the middle and making the princess instinctively backflip, landing on her feet behind the bed.
“Holy shit!!” As the Amazon kept hulking up, the altar kept sinking under its many, growing cracks. A giant fissure had been opened in the middle of the temple, cutting it from edge to edge, and more cracks were growing all over it like a web from where the Instructress was standing. She was probably ignorant of all that, however, as the power inside her was so great she could no longer afford to lose her focus.
“FUUUCK!!” The Instructress moved her arms in front of her body and stroke a “C” pose, making her shoulder swell and her abs violently bulge. “OOOH, FUUUCK!!!” There was a thin pain in her scream, like all the veins that covered her, as thick as iron chain, could explode in a bloody mess at any moment. “FUCK!!” The Amazon straightened up, then leaned forward again, always alternating between motions to expertly channel the energy wherever she wanted. “FEEL IT, PRINCESS!!” As the Instructress opened her eyes, Diane saw them red with blood… and fury. “FEEL THE POWER!!!”
With another massive, calculated flex, the aura bursting from that Amazon giantess pushed the princess back, throwing her off the altar and down on the temple’s floor. «Fuck!!» Diane could only think as her back hit the ground, having only felt a similar power when she allowed the other Amazons to hit her abs with sledgehammers in order to test her strength. “Holy Hares, this…!” Her hair was a mess. “This is amazing!!”
The Amazon had grown not only harder, but much taller! Her body had now sunk a whole foot in the alter as her muscles have compounded atop of each other. She was a vascular, muscular portrait of power as she relaxed her muscles and shook her arms and legs to disperse the intense energy still flowing around them, releasing dense clouds of steam through her skin.
Diane’s amazement couldn’t be understated: “you’re fucking shredded!” She covered her mouth in dismay. “Oh, my god, you…!” The words almost got stuck in the throat. “You’ve grown two more muscles in your abs!”
Indeed, the Amazon now sported a new pair of hyper ripped abdominals, matching the princess in number and far outweighing her in mass. “Then we’re even, princess. You’re not the only arrogant lady with a marvelous, glistening ten-pack, anymore.” She flexed her arms, seeing the veins popping along her bulging biceps and swelling triceps. “Though, to be fair, you do look a little wimpy, now that I’ve grown.” She flexed her thighs, and the rock around her feet cracked a little further, like her weight was increasing at every motion. “Look at these huge, bulging legs, huh? I bet they are as big as your entire waist, don’t you think?”
“Ha, ha! Don’t you get cocky.” The princess stood on her feet, facing the Instructress with daunting confidence. “What you just did, I too can do.”
The Instructress could barely hide her shock: “how?” Her mind was racing much faster than her mouth: «we have never taught this arrogant woman the secrets of muscle growth! Is she really such a prodigy that she learned them… on her own?» She gulped, trying to hide her insecurities as she saw the princess stepping closer, climbing over the wrecked steps of the altar while never breaking eye-contact.
“I discovered it a few years ago, when I was making love to one of your students.” The arrogant little slut stretched, flexing her muscles like it was no big deal. “They are amazing, powerful mares, I must admit.” She crossed her arms behind her head and flexed them, creating a wall of hardened muscles from her forearms to her shoulders and up to her deltoids and rhomboids. “Their stamina is incredible. It’s nice being able to last, uh, I dunno, longer than a couple of hours, don’t you think?”
She relaxed her muscles, then stretched her left arm in front of her body, pulling it back with her right arm while the pressure made her tits throb. Her arms were under her breasts, but the pressure was still great enough to stir the milk in them and… make it burst! *squiiiish!!* The Instructress covered her mouth and averted her gaze as the cream bubbled out from Diane’s nipples, shooting in jets strong enough to land a couple of feet away from the princess.
Diane no longer seemed concerned by her “chest problem” as she confidently strolled up the altar, flexing her muscles in preparation for her big reveal. “One of your girls—Magdalena, I think it was her name—gave me a real challenge. You see, I usually made your warriors pass out after ten or twenty minutes of fingering. I love giving them pleasure, don’t get me wrong, but it was often frustrating to make a woman pass out before I can even taste her with my tongue,” she wiggled her butt. “and other parts.”
The Instructress’s heart was beating much stronger and louder than she hoped as the cocky princess climbed the last step and made her way towards the cracked bed. The little girl had the arrogance of Hades in her smirk while flaunting her sexual prowess to her superior. “Magdalena was different, however. She was the first woman I felt I really needed to step up my game with if I wanted to stand victorious.” She flexed her arms, making her shoulders swell and her breasts squirt milk on the table. “I beat her like I did all the others, but it took me two hours and all the muscles of my body until she was screaming my name in bliss and tapping out in the forest.” She smirked, looking like an Alpha male very proud of her (well, his) giant dick. “She was a great student. I must congratulate you on how well you trained her.”
The princess finally stopped, standing in front of the table between them. Milked dripped from her tits and nectar dripped from the Instructress’s cunt as she looked to the now-shorter princess, wondering just how strong she truly was. “W-why are you telling me this?” Diane bit her lips and struck an offensive pose on the ground, cracking the stone with her feet, readying her muscles for a hulking performance.
“Because that’s when I learned to tap into my full power. To channel the blood of Zeus within me and make myself into the giantess I am—truly am, you see.” She looked to her superior—who wouldn’t be her superior for much longer. “I had to learn it on the spot, in fact, otherwise I wouldn’t have beaten your student, even after two hours of fucking.”
The Amazon gulped, now sweating coldly through her forehead. “You discovered the Power of the Swole… while fucking?”
Diane laughed, taking progressively deeper breaths as she focused on her muscular explosion.
“Well, I wouldn’t say ‘fucking,’ as I was just fingering her, but… yeah. It’s in the moments of greatest need when we discover our greatest strengths.” Her eyes beamed. “Now, my elder, watch as I humiliate your body by growing into my truest, purest form.” Her breath was turning into deep, rumbling grunts; her words, indistinguishable from roars: “watch me as I become… the True Queen of the Amazons!”
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