This choice: At her mercy in a cabin in the woods. • Go Back...Chapter #4At her mercy in a cabin in the woods. by: Marknew   Greta snapped the picture, and the next moment they were in a large, well-furnished lodge in the woods. Heaping trays of candy lay all around the room: M&Ms, Reese’s Pieces, jellybeans, Snicker’s Bars and Milky Way bars. Chocolate pies and chocolate cakes and pitchers of frothy chocolate milkshakes and sugary frosties were laid out densely on a table, and the air was thick with the scent of sugar cookies baking.
“Where am I?” Dennis asked, looking out at an impenetrable forest. Greta stood across the room with her arms crossed in front of her chest. The camera was next to her, its strap tucked inside her arm. “Hey! Give me back my camera!”
She walked toward him and tightened her arms around the strap, making her biceps bulge. “No! You were going to use it make me fat again! How could you do that?! I hated being fat!”
Dennis bit his lip. How could she know what he was going to do? Why didn’t the camera work on her?
“You want your camera? Come here, then. Try to take it away from me.”
Dennis looked at the camera strap resting against the curve of her bicep. Yes, her muscle was large, but maybe, it was all for show. Maybe underneath she was still Fatty Gretatty, as he heard the kids from her high school tease her. He walked up boldly and pulled on her wrist to break her grip. Her arm was immovable. Her muscles were real.
“Ha ha! Are you kidding? I’m so much stronger than you. I was always big, but having big muscles is much better than just being big and heavy! And watch this!” She grabbed a handful of M&Ms and ate three blue ones. In less than ten seconds she grew six inches, making her an inch taller than Dennis. She ate another blue and grew another two inches. “Now you look so ’little’, Dennis!” she exclaimed. She walked to a bookcase that was filled with brimming candy trays rather than books and extended her arm to the top, where she put the camera out of his reach. “You can forget about getting the camera back. It won’t work on me anyway. We’re all alone here. We can just play with no one to disturb us.”
Dennis shook his head and backed away.
“Where are you going?”
He looked around. The room had no door.
Greta came closer. Dennis put his hands up to block her. She giggled. “You can’t stop me. You’re totally at my mercy. Just look at these arms, Dennis; look at yours. See the difference?”
Dennis could well see the difference. He was in the best shape of his life, but her upper arms were at least twice the size of his. No question he liked the female muscle look, but not on her. He couldn't shake the image of her as “Fatty Gretatty.” The idea of that Greta doing whatever she wanted with him was so awful he couldn't just give in. But what could he do? Her arms had been large before, but now wherever there had been fat there was now twice as much muscle.
She put her hands around his torso and pulled him against her. “Kiss me, Dennis. Feel me up, feel how big and hard my muscles are.” She flexed and her muscles pushed into Dennis’s body. He felt his bones shift and he struggled even to expand his chest to breathe. She pushed her lips onto his and kissed him hard, her tongue trying unsuccessfully to force its way inside. He squirmed to try to slip out of her hold and get away, but her grip was too tight.
“Please .... Can't ... breathe!” he croaked.
She relaxed her hold slightly. “Oooh, you are so mean! I didn't know that but you really are!” She pushed him away and watched him hurtle across the room and hit the opposite wall hard, right next to the camera, which was jolted by Dennis’s impact against the wall and moved to the edge of the bookshelf. He jumped but could not reach it. Greta laughed.
“You have no right to do this,” Dennis complained as he recovered his breath. “What have I ever done to you? I need to get back to my homework at the library, and you need to give me back my camera!”
This wasn't at all what Greta had planned. She had just wanted to feel good for a change. She didn't even like him that much, and now she liked him less. She needed to be even bigger. That would impress him. She scooped up a handful of black jellybeans and swallowed them while Dennis watched. She felt a wave of energy run through her. The strength of her muscles multiplied five times. Then she took more blues and swallowed them, growing beyond seven feet. Now Dennis's eyes would stare straight into her huge chest. He’d be just like a toy to her. She walked toward him, lifting a large wooden table that stood between them with one hand and throwing it against a side wall, smashing it into toothpicks. She picked up an iron floor lamp and twisted the pole into a U shape. “You could've been nice. Now I’m really mad at you!”
Dennis backed into the wall. What could he do? His camera wasn't working on Greta. What he wanted was to take a picture of himself, imagining that he was far away, but he couldn't even reach it.
Another bowl of M&Ms was next to him. If it worked for her .... He grabbed a handful , stuffed them into his mouth and chewed and swallowed them as quickly as he could.
Greta stopped for a moment to watch. “They won't make him stronger, bigger or more muscular,” she thought.
“Ok,” the ring said.
“Yeah, they’ll just make him hard, you know. Turned on, wanting it really badly, like I always felt. He’ll be bigger and harder down there than ever before, but he can’t come until I do first. He’ll just want it more and more and more and more.”
Dennis stood with his fists clenched, waiting for the effect to kick in. A wave of energy passed through him. It all seemed to settle in one place, not at all where he expected. His pants felt painfully tight.
“I bet you thought you were being smart, huh, eating my candy?”
She was in front of him now. He looked up but couldn't see her face; the bottom of the massive shelf of her bust blocked it from his view. The thought of the huge breasts inside created another wave of discomfort. It didn't matter that they were Greta’s. It was just that they looked so large, so round, so firm. He had to unbutton his pants, and then his fly, and then pull them down to give himself more room. What sprang out was something he didn't recognize.
“What ARE you doing, Dennis?” Greta asked sarcastically. She lifted him up again and turned him slightly so that his massive erection rested on the side of her torso, just below her bust, instead of pushing against it.
“Greta, I ...” he started. He couldn’t bring himself to say it, but he wanted her so badly suddenly. Not her particularly, but he needed a girl right now, any girl.
“Somebody’s being kind of rude! Tsk. Tsk!” she teased. “And I thought you didn't like me! I thought I didn't turn you on.” She turned him so his shaft pushed against her breast and he groaned with pleasure. In response she pulled him closer and let him press himself more tightly. He began to breathe raggedly. “You want it so bad, don't you. You can keep doing that, but it's not going to work, not until you make ME come first!”
“Wha-?” he said, barely stopping. “Whadyomean?” He could barely talk, much less think.
“You ate MY candy. So you won’t come until I come first, and I won't come until you turn me on by showing me that you ...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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