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LaPorte Caves – Chapter 2

Written by circes_cup :: [Monday, 29 June 2015 03:47] Last updated by :: [Monday, 29 June 2015 09:38]

SYNOPSIS UP TO THIS POINT

Julia and Howard took a wrong turn in a Kentucky cave and tumbled out into a world of amazon women. The family that found them has volunteered to take them in: Ruth, the mother; Mindy, her daughter; a husband; and a son.

DISCLAIMER

This story contains adult sexual content. If you are not of age to read this stuff, don’t. No resemblance between these characters and real people on Earth is implied or intended.


The mother of the family cut into her 36-ounce steak as she spoke. “I hear that the caves are like that,” Ruth said. “They’re famous for blind passages, circular routes, steep drop-offs, and worse.”

Ruth was still in her office attire, Julia observed: the ivory linen bolero jacket paired with a matching pants and top. The top was midriff-baring: hemmed just below the breasts, it left her baseball-sized abdominals on full display. The top also featured a v-shaped neckline-, providing a very small window in the majesty of the woman’s enormous bust. To Julia, the outfit bared so much skin that it seemed more a parody of formal attire than formality itself.

“You’re staring,” Ruth pointed out, her voice gentle.

“Sorry,” Julia replied. “Where Howard and I come from, office attire is much more … conservative. Almost everything is covered.”

Ruth considered that. “I can’t see why. Respectable office attire should always put some part of our body on display. Some of my outfits show off the abdominals, as this suit does. But I have other suits that bare my arms or my legs. I also have a few that are skintight in certain areas.”

“But if you don’t mind my asking, why?”

“I’ve never really thought about it,” Ruth admitted. “But without something revealing, I’d feel that I was somehow diminishing myself, undercutting my authority. The more muscle I show off, the more men tend to be … agreeable.”

“You use the threat of physical force to make men more agreeable around the office?”

The husband of the family made an inquiring glance at Ruth. She nodded approval. He spoke up for the first time. “No, it’s not like that. It’s more a matter of symbolism. When I see my boss wear something like Ruth is wearing now, it’s a reminder. Each of Ruth’s abs is stronger than every muscle in my body – combined. Seeing all six of them on display like that is a reminder of her overall superiority – her superior memory, her superior sensory awareness, superior stamina, superior leadership abilities, and most of all, superior intelligence.”

“Women are viewed as more intelligent than men?” Howard asked.

“Duh!”, a10-year-old girl at the replied, disgusted at the ignorance of their adult guests. “Boys have to go to school like five days a WEEK, and they STILL don’t learn anything.”

“We do too!” her brother objected.

“You spend five days a week in school but you only learned, like, a TENTH of what I learned this year! And I’m younger!”

“How many days a week to girls go to school?” Julia asked.

“One. We have fun activities the other days.”

Julia discreetly put her utensils down. She was starting to feel full, or overwhelmed. She wasn’t quite sure. Mindy, meanwhile, served herself a second massive steak – a large as a hubcap – and heaped a commensurate mountain of mashed potatoes alongside. She dove into the gluttonous portions easily, consuming in a few moments what any woman back home would consider several meals – any fatty ones at that.

“Mindy, why don’t you get some more Nourishment from the fridge and offer it to our guest? And please get some PN for Becky, too.”

Mindy stood, bringing the sculpted steel expanse of her abdomen to the level of Julia’s eye. Where does all that fatty food go, Julia lamented to herself?

The room darkened slightly as the teenaged girl, all seven feet of her, passed the picture window on the way to the kitchen. Julia observed the dimensions of the girl as she walked away. Her shoulders were massive, perhaps twice the width of Julia’s. Her neck was a pyramid of muscle, its powerful base extending across her shoulder blades. Her upper arms must have been twenty inches around. Her thighs were absurdly thick – perhaps the width of Howard’s torso – and all muscle. Even minor muscles – ones that Julia never knew existed – were immensely developed. That’s disgusting, Julia told herself. She’s built like some kind of wild animal. But Julia found that she couldn’t stop staring.

The kitchen contained two refrigerators. Julia had seen food emerge from one. Mindy opened the other.

When she returned to the dining room, the teenager had two bottles in her hands. One was about a foot long, pink with unicorns and teddy bears on it. That bottle was labeled “Pre-Nourishment (PN)” and its contents were being poured into the little sister’s glass.

“Before they’re eighteen,” Ruth explained, “girls drink Pre-Nourishment only. At that age, they’re not mature enough to handle the amount of raw power that comes with adult Nourishment. PN offers a reduced potency. It gives them a chance to practice. They can practice being stronger than men, practice having greater speed, practice tasks that require greater balance. It’s like training wheels.”

“I hate being on baby food,” Becky objected, taking the glass in both hands. “When can I drink grown-up stuff?”

“You have to wait another eight whole years,” Mindy taunted.

“That’s FOREVER. Mom, it’s not FAIR. I can lift only baby weights.”

Ruth put her fork down. “Honey, two hundred pounds is not baby weights. It’s a lot more than some men can do.”

“I put ALL the discs on my barbell downstairs and it feels light. I want to lift REAL weights, Mom!”

“Not until you’re older. I’ll get some extra fifty pound discs this weekend. Conversation over.”

“But

“I said, conversation over.”

Becky crossed her arms and glowered at her food. Meanwhile, Mindy’s considerable mass circled the dining room table, the four-foot-long adult Nourishment bottle in her hands. She held it over Julia’s glass.

“No … no thanks.”

Mindy looked confused. “Why?”

“Because on my home world … women don’t look like … I’d be a freak.”

“Well then your home world is fucked up.”

“MINDY!” Ruth slammed her palm down on the table – a sound like a gunshot. “Becky is only ten years old and doesn’t need to hear those words. And our guests have had a long day. I told you to offer it to her, not harass her.”

“Sorry,” the girl mumbled, refilling her tankard-sized glass and placing the massive bottle on the floor.

As Mindy poured, the aroma of the fruit drink tickled Julia’s nose and sent a deep shudder of need through her. The doctor said it was addictive, didn’t she?

“We’re very pleased to have you two stay with us and I hope you’ll forgive some of our rough edges.” Ruth glared at Mindy.

Howard cleared his throat. “And we’re very thankful for your taking us in. But tomorrow, we need to go back to the caves, we need to find a way home.”

Ruth gave Howard a perplexed look, and then turned to Julia. “Men in your world always speak out of turn, don’t they?”

That made Julia giggle. It was a new experience to be regarded as the head of a household. “We do our best to teach them. But Howard is right. We need to get back home.” Away, Julia thought – away from these monstrous women with their monstrous strength.

Ruth’s massive shoulders slumped slightly in resignation. “I wish we could have hosted you a little bit longer. But you want to leave, of course you can.”

-----

The summer sun lingered long in the sky that evening, and the family soon found itself outside enjoying daylight’s last rays. Julia sat with Howard on the grass of the back yard, letting the green blades curl between her fingers. The back yard, like the rest of the house, was palatial in scale – perhaps fifty yards from the residence to the back fence-line.

They watched Mindy toss a frisbee back and forth with her father. Although she was far younger than him, she loomed larger than him in both height and breadth. The girl’s form, moreover, wasn’t just size for the sake of itself. She was pure power.

“These women are scary to me,” Julia whispered to her boyfriend. “All those muscles make her look frightening, don’t they?”

Howard nodded in agreement. “The girl frankly scares the crap out of me.”

Julia watched the father toss the frisbee back to his daughter. He had a pretty good throwing arm, Julia realized. But the game, although not competitive, was lopsided. A strong toss from him might send her running, but she was very fast and a strong jumper. She was always able to haul the disc in after a few strides. But on the return throw, if she put even the least bit of wrist into it, the disc would sail far over the man’s head, and he wasn’t fast enough to compensate. The girl clearly grew bored.

“Come on you, let’s play another game!” she laughed, charging him. Before he could get a away, she had closed the distance and hoisted him off his feet. “Mom, catch!” Mindy’s massive arm muscles flexed and shot the man into the air. He chuckled with mock surprise as he rose ten, fifteen feet into the air, tumbling head over heels. Ruth put her glass of lemonade down gingerly and was under him in a flash, arresting his fall.

Ruth tossed her husband a few feet into the air and extended her arms in front of her. The man landed with one foot in each palm. Even with forearms horizontal to the ground, the full weight of his body on her palms seemed to create no strain for her. “Back at you!” Ruth shouted, tossing him back into the air.

“Totally bizarre,” Julia whispered. “Look at him. His wife and his daughter are playing with him like a toy, and there is nothing he can do about it. What man would want to live that way?”

“I don’t know,” Howard agreed.

“And besides,” Julia found herself saying, “those muscles. What man would want to be married to a woman that looked so manly?”

“Maybe men here find it attractive because they grew up around it,” Howard replied. “But one thing I can say for these women: they don’t have veins and leathery skin like bodybuilders back home. In fact, their skin looks really good. And their faces are actually pretty. Apart from all the bulges, they look very feminine. And even their bulges have an elegance to them that makes them … I don’t know … easy on the eye.”

She crossed her arms defensively. Julia remembered the night they spent deep in the woods, when the fruit had enhanced her figure somewhat and allowed her to attract his attention to a degree she never had before. And now, his attention was drifting somewhere else. “Are you saying you think Ruth and Mindy are beautiful?”

“Well, their faces certainly are. Their bodies are just … intimidating.”

“And what about those tits?” Julia laughed, fixing her gaze on the buoyant massiveness of Ruth’s chest. “Do you fantasize about me being stacked like that?”

Howard didn’t reply.

“Hey Mindy!” Julia shouted. “I think Howard here needs a toss.”

-----

The evening air filled with the sound of crickets. Two moons slowly crossed the heavens: one pale and large, the other smaller and redder. The family’s younger daughter, Becky, had already been sent to bed. The father busied himself tidying up the patio for the night.

“I’m going to take a bath before going to bed,” Mindy announced. “I feel gross.”

Ruth nodded, and turned to her guests. “Have you two had a bath at all since you arrived here?”

“Not a proper one,” Julia admitted. “Just streams and ponds in the wilderness.”

“How rude of us,” Ruth replied. “If I was a better host, I would have already offered. Mindy, please take them along with you.”

The bath turned out to be an outdoor spa – about twelve feet across, lined with sandstone and limestone. It was canopied by leafy trellises, and small fountains on each end spilled hot and cold water into the pool. It could easily have been mistaken for something that belonged in a Roman villa.

The pool itself was circular. It was capped by two slabs, each covering half the pool. Hot vapor billowed out of the junction between the two slaps. “We cover it to conserve energy,” Mindy explained.

Each slab had a large iron handle on it, and each handle was marked by a plaque: “WARNING. 800 lbs. Not intended to be lifted by men.”

Mindy bent at the waist and grabbed the handle with both hands. Julia had expected her to take a deep breath, count to three, maybe spread or bend her legs. Instead, she hoisted the slab up in a single disinterested motion, as if it were a tarpaulin rather than a six-inch-thick layer of rock.

Underneath, the pool was already full, steam billowing off its surface. This doesn’t seem very private, Julia thought as she glanced around. The trellises provided some privacy from the houses, but there was only one pool …

Without warning, Mindy unbuttoned her beige cargo shorts and guided them over her generous hips. Her legs and thighs were magnificent: sculpted ridges, deep clefts between the muscles. And that ass – its roundedness exuded more than just sexuality. It was firm as a rock, Julia could tell. It exuded power.

Howard shuffled his feet. “We’re taking a bath … together?”

“They do it differently in your world?” Without ceremony, she began to untie the knot holding her flannel shirt together. The floodlights of the pool accentuated the fullness of her chest. The panels of the shirt separated to reveal a deep chasm of cleavage-- so pronounced that only shadows graced its inner depths. Oblivious to Julia’s stare, Mindy released the know in the shirt. Her breasts sprang out and up, separating the shirt’s panels wide. The girl’s breasts were astonishing – unreal in their firmness, and made even more pronounced by the large slabs of pectoral muscle that undergirded them.

“How …” Julia blushed. Despite the size Mindy’s bust, it showed not the least bit of sagging. “What size bra do you wear?”

Confusion riddled Mindy’’s perfect face. “What’s a bra?” Her confused state made her look all the … hotter.

Mindy thoughtlessly shrugged out of the sleeves of the flannel, spilling it to the ground. Julia’s eyes roamed the expanse of exposed skin. Creamy, smooth, free of veins and scars – it was the way bodies looked in paintings, not in real life. And there was not an ounce of fat to be found, anywhere.

Even though Julia was still fully clothed, she crossed her arms defensively over herself. Next to her, Julia realized, I am deeply inadequate.

“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” the amazon asked with innocence.

“That’s not how women bathe in my world. We like to get our clothes wet,” Julia lied.

Howard shot her a confused expression.

Mindy descended into the warm water, her powerful curves slowly spreading its surface apart. “Come here, I need you to suds up my backside.”

With soapy hands, Julia explored the writhing musculature of the girl’s back. Mindy casually raised her arms above her head, causing her lats to explode outward. Julia explored their contours with increasing fascination.

Then, her hands crept lower on the girl’s body. Her midsection was like a tree trunk made of steel. Lower still her hands scrubbed, until she found herself tracing the curvature of the girl’s fantastic glutes.

“Do you like those?” Mindy asked.

Julia tried to think of an answer, but nothing came out.

“Well, your boyfriend does,” Mindy observed.

Howard’s boxer shorts had tented into a raging erection. Julia felt her face redden with anger. How dare he react to her in this way, Julia fumed to herself!

“Come here, Howard. I need your help as well.”

Howard limped toward her. He couldn’t even walk normally, Julia realized, so hard was his erection! Julia realized that his reaction to Mindy was something more than Julia had ever been able to solicit from him. Even in the woods, when Julia looked her best, she had never done this to him.

“I remember the thrill I got when I first Nourished. I had been pretty as a teenager, but I had never been this.” Mindy raised her thick, lean arms over her head, forcing her mammoth breasts forward and up. Each was easily larger than Howard’s head. His eyes went wide. “Now, men get hard as steel just at the sight of me.”

“This isn’t appropri-” Julia couldn’t even finish her sentence.

“Howard, I have a task you’ll enjoy” Mindy pulled him closer to her. “While Julia finishes up my back, you need to help with my front. Specifically, these,” she said, cupping her massive mammaries. “I can’t see under them.”

“We all have our problems,” Julia agreed. When she first saw these women, Julia had critiqued them as looking manly. But maybe they were the opposite. Mindy’s tits were huge and exuberant, her hourglass figure elegant and sumptuous. She had the femininity of ten women put together.

His eyes wide, Howard lifted her left breast with one hand and scrubbed with the other. Howard’s arm actually shook a bit. “How … how much do they weigh?” he asked.

“About twenty pounds a piece.”

Julia tried to imagine holding a twenty-pound dumbbell over her head for more than a minute or two, and she could understand why Howard was struggling.

Howard eyes grew vacant, mesmerized. His soapy hands coursed over her bust with reverence.

Mindy laughed. “That’s totally awesome. I’m used to men being turned on. But your boy toy is, like, stunned. Like he’s never seen a proper pair of tits before.”

Jealousy raged inside Julia. Only the blind could have believed that Julia’s looks could hold a candle to Mindy’s.

“You boyfriend is so entranced,” Mindy rasped, “it’s actually turning me on.” And indeed, her nipples – already larger than Julia had ever seen – stiffened and thickened further.

“Howard, are you in there?” Julia asked.

He didn’t seem to hear her. His eyes had glazed over. He seemed overpowered by her presence.

Julia looked at the confident smile on the amazon’s face. Her body screamed abundance and vitality. Every single one of her muscles was larger, sleeker, more powerful in its appearance than anything she had ever seen on a man. Her curves were so pronounced as to be self-indulgent. Even her nipples were huge – larger, easily, than the head of Howard’s cock. Julia shuddered at the thought. Even his most manly body part, Julia realized, had been outmatched by this girl. Everything about this girl was that way – larger, stronger, greater.

The un-Nourished woman felt herself backing away from the radiance of the Nourished one, even as Howard was increasingly transfixed.

“You can suck them if you want, Howard.” Mindy placed an inviting hand on the back of his head and drew him toward her.

“This is not … “ Julia’s words failed her. “Howard, no …”

Howard braced an arm against the girl’s ribcage and pushed away. But Mindy had already closed her eyes, and seemed oblivious. Her powerful arms continued to draw him toward her. The resistance in his arms disappeared, and he collapsed into her.

“Howard?” Julia pleaded.

The amazon girl slid back into the water and rested her back against the lip. Mindy closed her eyes and tilted her shoulders back, causing her mammaries to breach the surface of the water and point skyward. Howard stood there momentarily, gazing at the display in front of him. His manhood had found the fly of his boxers and was now straining, flagpole-straight, into the open air. Then, he was on her, caressing, sucking, those extraordinary monuments to her femininity.

“HOWARD!” Julia finally yelled. She dipped a foot in the water and splashed him. “That’s enough, you jerk. I’m standing right here!” She watched him tear his eyes away from Mindy and turn to her, confused. I’m his girlfriend of three years, Julia lamented, and he looks at me as if I’m a stranger. Julia took him by the hand and pulled.

“Oh,” Mindy said, now with open eyes and sincere concern in her voice. “Julia, you’re unhappy with me?”

“You’re damn right, you bitch,” Julia spat. With Howard in tow, she lurched, humiliated, away from the pool.

-----

When she woke the next morning, Julia’s eyes were still red from sobbing. She and Howard had returned to the guest room that night in silence, and Julia had maintained the silence even after they were behind closed doors. She had been afraid that she would say something that she would later regret. Mad – yes, she was mad. But she didn’t want to lose him either.

With the morning now upon them, she could hold her tongue no longer. She turned her head on the pillow and appraised him. “Did you even try to stop her?”

“Julia, you saw me try to push away from her. But she’s so strong. She picked up an 800 pound slab like it was a book bag!”

“Did you tell her that you were in a committed relationship?”

“No, not really.”

“So then, you think it’s OK, when your in a committed relationship, to go around sucking other girls’ tits?”

“No, it wasn’t like that. I didn’t want to be untrue to you. But she was … persuasive.”

“What do you mean, persuasive?”

“There was something about her – not just her dimensions, but some other type of allure, almost magical … I’m sorry Julia.”

“There’s no magic to thinking with your dick. You should be ashamed!”

Howard was silent. She felt his hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, honey. There was nothing I could do.”

That only made her sob harder. “I hate myself. And I hate this awful place. I didn’t like it even BEFORE that nineteen-year-old slut pulled you into her epic cleavage. Now I hate it even more. I can’t wait to get out of here. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.”

-----

Julia hauled herself up the rock face at an unrelenting pace, her eyes squarely on the cave entrance. Her arms shook and ached, but the pain was welcome. It was better than turning back --- back to that awful land with the oversized women and their undersized respect for her relationship with Howard.

Julia could see that Mindy was watching them from below. The amazon girl had given them a ride in that ridiculous borrowed orange car.

“Can I follow you?” Mindy shouted. “Mom made me promise to get you home safely.”

“No, you can’t!” Julia shouted back. “I’d rather die than see you again.”

“Can I pretend to stay here, and then follow you at a distance without you knowing?”

“No. That’s not funny.”

The shelves that were Mindy’s shoulders slumped in resignation. “I don’t know what I did wrong. All I did was let him pleasure me.”

“That’s all, huh? And you have no idea why I hate you?” Julia shouted down. “That fact that you don’t know is exactly what’s wrong …” She watched Mindy’s features twist in confusion. Stew on that for a while, bitch.

“But …”

“No,” Julia retorted. “Don’t you dare say another word to me.”

The girl didn’t.

Once inside the cave, Julia’s eyes took forever to adjust to the darkness. Her mind, too, struggled to adjust. Was she really again returning to these cold, claustrophobic passages – and their dangers? But when she pictured Mindy in her mind, the reluctance disappeared. That girl’s immense tits had been on full display today, sheathed only in a high-necked, stretchy maroon top that did little to hide the shape of her assets. If the male libido found sustenance in female breast flesh, then that girl was more than sustenance. She was the whole fucking buffet.

Howard, always the fearless athlete, led the way into the cave’s darkness. After about one hundred yards, Julia turned to see the last of the foreign world’s daylight. But silhouetted in the remaining clump of light was Mindy’s immense form, watching them. She had climbed as far as the cave entrance, apparently. What the fuck was the girl up to?

The cave was cold. Julia’s skin broke out into goosebumps. The chill began to penetrate deeper into her flesh as well. Sweat, soon clammy and chilling, clung to her arms and sapped her warmth. The salt of her perspiration gnawed painfully at her scrapes and cuts.

The sounds of their feet produced lonesome echoes in the passageways. The air became heavy. Darkness seems to be more than just black. It had a smothering quality.

“Are you sure we’re going to be ok?” Julia asked as the passages took them down, and down further. “When we came the opposite direction, I don’t remember the passages looking like this.”

THUD. It was distant, but very distinct. Almost like a footfall.

THUD. There was the sound again. Definitely a footfall.

The two exchanged glances. “Is that something we should be concerned about?” she asked.

Howard didn’t answer. That was a bad sign. That meant yes.

The couple moved faster now, jogging where they could, stepping briskly where they could not. The sounds behind them grew slightly louder, and began coming more frequently. Whoever it was, they were gaining.

The passageway dipped sharply downward now, but Howard barely slowed his pace. Pebbles and sand littered the surface. Julia slipped, recovered, slipped again. Further down the passage, Howard was doing the same thing.

Julia extended her hands to both walls, to feel the reassurance of their solidity. Howard, with his better motor skills, kept his hands at his sides.

The wall to Julia’s right disappeared, leaving Julia’s hand to grasp only at open space. She turned her headlamp into the blackness, but it remained only blackness. “Howard, be caref----”

“Aiiieee!” Howard screamed as his feet went out from under him. She saw him slam down on the floor of the passageway, before slipping away to the right – into the void.

OOF – BOOM – THUNK – OOF – THUNK. Julia could only listen to the tumbling of his body as he went over a lip and out of view.

“Howard!” Julia screamed. “Honey!”

RUMBLE. Howard’s tumble down the passages dislodged something, or rather, many somethings. Rocks the size of beach balls went rolling after Howard, dipping out of sight as they went over the lip and then send up a BOOM when they hit the cavern floor. After the rockslide, there was only silence.

The silence was worse than the calamity. “Howard!”

Nothing.

“Howard?”

“I’m here,” came a distant groan. “But these rocks – they fell – I’m pinned.”

“Are you OK? I can’t see you.”

“I think my headlamp cracked. I can’t reach my backup.”

“Wait down there. I’ll come and help you get free.” She started down.

“Julia …”

“What?”

“It’s not like that. These rocks – you won’t be able to move them.”

Julia scrambled down to him. It was a torturously slow process. So steep was the slope, she had to set up a rope belay in order to get down there. When she got there, he was barely visible under the pile of rubble.

“Are you ok? Is anything crushed?”

“Nothing is crushed,” the pile of rubble replied. “But I’m trapped. I can’t move at all.”

“I’ll get you out of there, baby.”

But Howard was right about the rocks. She braced herself against the smallest of the boulders – the size of a basketball – and shoved. The rough surface of the rock dug into her palms as she exerted. It budged by a millimeter. She tried harder. It settled back into place. She tried again, harder still. The rock dug further into her palms, and she could feel them beginning to bleed. But it went nowhere.

Julia reached through a gap in the boulders and ran an affectionate hand over her boyfriend’s cheek. She had to curl her fingers to keep the blood off of him. She wanted to remember his face like this, perfect and serene, not smeared with the crimson of her failure.

In the distance, the THUD THUD of footsteps sounded again.

Julia scrambled up the slope again, using her rope belay for purchase. At the top, she slipped and felt a searing pain as her head crashed into the rock. Her light – the last one in the chamber – made a clattering noise when it hit the floor.

It was pitch black now. The air suddenly felt stale and suffocating. Julia groped with her hands where the head lamp had fallen. Lamp, three batteries, compartment cover – she recovered them all. Her fingers were numbed with cold and slick with blood. She tried in vain to re-assemble the lamp by feel alone.

The THUDs continued.

Julia faced down the passage to the direction of the THUD’s and cupped one hand over her mouth. “Mindy, is that you? We need help!”

There was no reply.

“Mindy! I know we had our differences. But Howard-- he’s stuck under a ton of rocks.”

No response.

Please let that be Mindy, Julia whispered to herself. Or Ruth or a Kentucky Park Ranger or anyone who would help us and not hurt us, not leave us here to die.

The blackness interrupted by a faint, soft blue from down the tunnel. The THUDing grew louder. Julia squinted.

Something was there, in the tunnel, with her.

“But if you don’t mind my asking, why?”

“I’ve never really thought about it,” Ruth admitted. “But without something revealing, I’d feel that I was somehow diminishing myself, undercutting my authority. The more muscle I show off, the more men tend to be … agreeable.”

“You use the threat of physical force to make men more agreeable around the office?”

The husband of the family made an inquiring glance at Ruth. She nodded approval. He spoke up for the first time. “No, it’s not like that. It’s more a matter of symbolism. When I see my boss wear something like Ruth is wearing now, it’s a reminder. Each of Ruth’s abs is stronger than every muscle in my body – combined. Seeing all six of them on display like that is a reminder of her overall superiority – her superior memory, her superior sensory awareness, superior stamina, superior leadership abilities, and most of all, superior intelligence.”

“Women are viewed as more intelligent than men?” Howard asked.

“Duh!”, a10-year-old girl at the replied, disgusted at the ignorance of their adult guests. “Boys have to go to school like five days a WEEK, and they STILL don’t learn anything.”

“We do too!” her brother objected.

“You spend five days a week in school but you only learned, like, a TENTH of what I learned this year! And I’m younger!”

“How many days a week to girls go to school?” Julia asked.

“One. We have fun activities the other days.”

Julia discreetly put her utensils down. She was starting to feel full, or overwhelmed. She wasn’t quite sure. Mindy, meanwhile, served herself a second massive steak – a large as a hubcap – and heaped a commensurate mountain of mashed potatoes alongside. She dove into the gluttonous portions easily, consuming in a few moments what any woman back home would consider several meals – any fatty ones at that.

“Mindy, why don’t you get some more Nourishment from the fridge and offer it to our guest? And please get some PN for Becky, too.”

Mindy stood, bringing the sculpted steel expanse of her abdomen to the level of Julia’s eye. Where does all that fatty food go, Julia lamented to herself?

The room darkened slightly as the teenaged girl, all seven feet of her, passed the picture window on the way to the kitchen. Julia observed the dimensions of the girl as she walked away. Her shoulders were massive, perhaps twice the width of Julia’s. Her neck was a pyramid of muscle, its powerful base extending across her shoulder blades. Her upper arms must have been twenty inches around. Her thighs were absurdly thick – perhaps the width of Howard’s torso – and all muscle. Even minor muscles – ones that Julia never knew existed – were immensely developed. That’s disgusting, Julia told herself. She’s built like some kind of wild animal. But Julia found that she couldn’t stop staring.

The kitchen contained two refrigerators. Julia had seen food emerge from one. Mindy opened the other.

When she returned to the dining room, the teenager had two bottles in her hands. One was about a foot long, pink with unicorns and teddy bears on it. That bottle was labeled “Pre-Nourishment (PN)” and its contents were being poured into the little sister’s glass.

“Before they’re eighteen,” Ruth explained, “girls drink Pre-Nourishment only. At that age, they’re not mature enough to handle the amount of raw power that comes with adult Nourishment. PN offers a reduced potency. It gives them a chance to practice. They can practice being stronger than men, practice having greater speed, practice tasks that require greater balance. It’s like training wheels.”

“I hate being on baby food,” Becky objected, taking the glass in both hands. “When can I drink grown-up stuff?”

“You have to wait another eight whole years,” Mindy taunted.

“That’s FOREVER. Mom, it’s not FAIR. I can lift only baby weights.”

Ruth put her fork down. “Honey, two hundred pounds is not baby weights. It’s a lot more than some men can do.”

“I put ALL the discs on my barbell downstairs and it feels light. I want to lift REAL weights, Mom!”

“Not until you’re older. I’ll get some extra fifty pound discs this weekend. Conversation over.”

“But

“I said, conversation over.”

Becky crossed her arms and glowered at her food. Meanwhile, Mindy’s considerable mass circled the dining room table, the four-foot-long adult Nourishment bottle in her hands. She held it over Julia’s glass.

“No … no thanks.”

Mindy looked confused. “Why?”

“Because on my home world … women don’t look like … I’d be a freak.”

“Well then your home world is fucked up.”

“MINDY!” Ruth slammed her palm down on the table – a sound like a gunshot. “Becky is only ten years old and doesn’t need to hear those words. And our guests have had a long day. I told you to offer it to her, not harass her.”

“Sorry,” the girl mumbled, refilling her tankard-sized glass and placing the massive bottle on the floor.

As Mindy poured, the aroma of the fruit drink tickled Julia’s nose and sent a deep shudder of need through her. The doctor said it was addictive, didn’t she?

“We’re very pleased to have you two stay with us and I hope you’ll forgive some of our rough edges.” Ruth glared at Mindy.

Howard cleared his throat. “And we’re very thankful for your taking us in. But tomorrow, we need to go back to the caves, we need to find a way home.”

Ruth gave Howard a perplexed look, and then turned to Julia. “Men in your world always speak out of turn, don’t they?”

That made Julia giggle. It was a new experience to be regarded as the head of a household. “We do our best to teach them. But Howard is right. We need to get back home.” Away, Julia thought – away from these monstrous women with their monstrous strength.

Ruth’s massive shoulders slumped slightly in resignation. “I wish we could have hosted you a little bit longer. But you want to leave, of course you can.”

-----

The summer sun lingered long in the sky that evening, and the family soon found itself outside enjoying daylight’s last rays. Julia sat with Howard on the grass of the back yard, letting the green blades curl between her fingers. The back yard, like the rest of the house, was palatial in scale – perhaps fifty yards from the residence to the back fence-line.

They watched Mindy toss a frisbee back and forth with her father. Although she was far younger than him, she loomed larger than him in both height and breadth. The girl’s form, moreover, wasn’t just size for the sake of itself. She was pure power.

“These women are scary to me,” Julia whispered to her boyfriend. “All those muscles make her look frightening, don’t they?”

Howard nodded in agreement. “The girl frankly scares the crap out of me.”

Julia watched the father toss the frisbee back to his daughter. He had a pretty good throwing arm, Julia realized. But the game, although not competitive, was lopsided. A strong toss from him might send her running, but she was very fast and a strong jumper. She was always able to haul the disc in after a few strides. But on the return throw, if she put even the least bit of wrist into it, the disc would sail far over the man’s head, and he wasn’t fast enough to compensate. The girl clearly grew bored.

“Come on you, let’s play another game!” she laughed, charging him. Before he could get a away, she had closed the distance and hoisted him off his feet. “Mom, catch!” Mindy’s massive arm muscles flexed and shot the man into the air. He chuckled with mock surprise as he rose ten, fifteen feet into the air, tumbling head over heels. Ruth put her glass of lemonade down gingerly and was under him in a flash, arresting his fall.

Ruth tossed her husband a few feet into the air and extended her arms in front of her. The man landed with one foot in each palm. Even with forearms horizontal to the ground, the full weight of his body on her palms seemed to create no strain for her. “Back at you!” Ruth shouted, tossing him back into the air.

“Totally bizarre,” Julia whispered. “Look at him. His wife and his daughter are playing with him like a toy, and there is nothing he can do about it. What man would want to live that way?”

“I don’t know,” Howard agreed.

“And besides,” Julia found herself saying, “those muscles. What man would want to be married to a woman that looked so manly?”

“Maybe men here find it attractive because they grew up around it,” Howard replied. “But one thing I can say for these women: they don’t have veins and leathery skin like bodybuilders back home. In fact, their skin looks really good. And their faces are actually pretty. Apart from all the bulges, they look very feminine. And even their bulges have an elegance to them that makes them … I don’t know … easy on the eye.”

She crossed her arms defensively. Julia remembered the night they spent deep in the woods, when the fruit had enhanced her figure somewhat and allowed her to attract his attention to a degree she never had before. And now, his attention was drifting somewhere else. “Are you saying you think Ruth and Mindy are beautiful?”

“Well, their faces certainly are. Their bodies are just … intimidating.”

“And what about those tits?” Julia laughed, fixing her gaze on the buoyant massiveness of Ruth’s chest. “Do you fantasize about me being stacked like that?”

Howard didn’t reply.

“Hey Mindy!” Julia shouted. “I think Howard here needs a toss.”

-----

The evening air filled with the sound of crickets. Two moons slowly crossed the heavens: one pale and large, the other smaller and redder. The family’s younger daughter, Becky, had already been sent to bed. The father busied himself tidying up the patio for the night.

“I’m going to take a bath before going to bed,” Mindy announced. “I feel gross.”

Ruth nodded, and turned to her guests. “Have you two had a bath at all since you arrived here?”

“Not a proper one,” Julia admitted. “Just streams and ponds in the wilderness.”

“How rude of us,” Ruth replied. “If I was a better host, I would have already offered. Mindy, please take them along with you.”

The bath turned out to be an outdoor spa – about twelve feet across, lined with sandstone and limestone. It was canopied by leafy trellises, and small fountains on each end spilled hot and cold water into the pool. It could easily have been mistaken for something that belonged in a Roman villa.

The pool itself was circular. It was capped by two slabs, each covering half the pool. Hot vapor billowed out of the junction between the two slaps. “We cover it to conserve energy,” Mindy explained.

Each slab had a large iron handle on it, and each handle was marked by a plaque: “WARNING. 800 lbs. Not intended to be lifted by men.”

Mindy bent at the waist and grabbed the handle with both hands. Julia had expected her to take a deep breath, count to three, maybe spread or bend her legs. Instead, she hoisted the slab up in a single disinterested motion, as if it were a tarpaulin rather than a six-inch-thick layer of rock.

Underneath, the pool was already full, steam billowing off its surface. This doesn’t seem very private, Julia thought as she glanced around. The trellises provided some privacy from the houses, but there was only one pool …

Without warning, Mindy unbuttoned her beige cargo shorts and guided them over her generous hips. Her legs and thighs were magnificent: sculpted ridges, deep clefts between the muscles. And that ass – its roundness exuded more than just sexuality. It was firm as a rock, Julia could tell. It exuded power.

Howard shuffled his feet. “We’re taking a bath … together?”

“They do it differently in your world?” Without ceremony, she began to untie the knot holding her flannel shirt together. The floodlights of the pool accentuated the fullness of her chest. The panels of the shirt separated to reveal a deep chasm of cleavage-- so pronounced that only shadows graced its inner depths. Oblivious to Julia’s stare, Mindy released the know in the shirt. Her breasts sprang out and up, separating the shirt’s panels wide. The girl’s breasts were astonishing – unreal in their firmness, and made even more pronounced by the large slabs of pectoral muscle that undergirded them.

“How …” Julia blushed. Despite the size Mindy’s bust, it showed not the least bit of sagging. “What size bra do you wear?”

Confusion riddled Mindy’’s perfect face. “What’s a bra?” Her confused state made her look all the … hotter.

Mindy thoughtlessly shrugged out of the sleeves of the flannel, spilling it to the ground. Julia’s eyes roamed the expanse of exposed skin. Creamy, smooth, free of veins and scars – it was the way bodies looked in paintings, not in real life. And there was not an ounce of fat to be found, anywhere.

Even though Julia was still fully clothed, she crossed her arms defensively over herself. Next to her, Julia realized, I am deeply inadequate.

“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” the amazon asked with innocence.

“That’s not how women bathe in my world. We like to get our clothes wet,” Julia lied.

Howard shot her a confused expression.

Mindy descended into the warm water, her powerful curves slowly spreading its surface apart. “Come here, I need you to suds up my backside.”

With soapy hands, Julia explored the writhing musculature of the girl’s back. Mindy casually raised her arms above her head, causing her lats to explode outward. Julia explored their contours with increasing fascination.

Then, her hands crept lower on the girl’s body. Her midsection was like a tree trunk made of steel. Lower still her hands scrubbed, until she found herself tracing the curvature of the girl’s fantastic glutes.

“Do you like those?” Mindy asked.

Julia tried to think of an answer, but nothing came out.

“Well, your boyfriend does,” Mindy observed.

Howard’s boxer shorts had tented into a raging erection. Julia felt her face redden with anger. How dare he react to her in this way, Julia fumed to herself!

“Come here, Howard. I need your help as well.”

Howard limped toward her. He couldn’t even walk normally, Julia realized, so hard was his erection! Julia realized that his reaction to Mindy was something more than Julia had ever been able to solicit from him. Even in the woods, when Julia looked her best, she had never done this to him.

“I remember the thrill I got when I first Nourished. I had been pretty as a teenager, but I had never been this.” Mindy raised her thick, lean arms over her head, forcing her mammoth breasts forward and up. Each was easily larger than Howard’s head. His eyes went wide. “Now, men get hard as steel just at the sight of me.”

“This isn’t appropri” Julia couldn’t even finish her sentence.

“Howard, I have a task you’ll enjoy” Mindy pulled him closer to her. “While Julia finishes up my back, you need to help with my front. Specifically, these,” she said, cupping her massive mammaries. “I can’t see under them.”

“We all have our problems,” Julia agreed. When she first saw these women, Julia had critiqued them as looking manly. But maybe they were the opposite. Mindy’s tits were huge and exuberant, her hourglass figure elegant and sumptuous. She had the femininity of ten women put together.

His eyes wide, Howard lifted her left breast with one hand and scrubbed with the other. Howard’s arm actually shook a bit. “How … how much do they weigh?” he asked.

“About twenty pounds a piece.”

Julia tried to imagine holding a twenty-pound dumbbell over her head for more than a minute or two, and she could understand why Howard was struggling.

Howard eyes grew vacant, mesmerized. His soapy hands coursed over her bust with reverence.

Mindy laughed. “That’s totally awesome. I’m used to men being turned on. But your boy toy is, like, stunned. Like he’s never seen a proper pair of tits before.”

Jealousy raged inside Julia. Only the blind could have believed that Julia’s looks could hold a candle to Mindy’s.

“You boyfriend is so entranced,” Mindy rasped, “it’s actually turning me on.” And indeed, her nipples – already larger than Julia had ever seen – stiffened and thickened further.

“Howard, are you in there?” Julia asked.

He didn’t seem to hear her. His eyes had glazed over. He seemed overpowered by her presence.

Julia looked at the confident smile on the amazon’s face. Her body screamed abundance and vitality. Every single one of her muscles was larger, sleeker, more powerful in its appearance than anything she had ever seen on a man. Her curves were so pronounced as to be self-indulgent. Even her nipples were huge – larger, easily, than the head of Howard’s cock. Julia shuddered at the thought. Even his most manly body part, Julia realized, had been outmatched by this girl. Everything about this girl was that way – larger, stronger, greater.

The un-Nourished woman felt herself backing away from the radiance of the Nourished one, even as Howard was increasingly transfixed.

“You can suck them if you want, Howard.” Mindy placed an inviting hand on the back of his head and drew him toward her.

“This is not … “ Julia’s words failed her. “Howard, no …”

Howard braced an arm against the girl’s ribcage and pushed away. But Mindy had already closed her eyes, and seemed oblivious. Her powerful arms continued to draw him toward her. The resistance in his arms disappeared, and he collapsed into her.

“Howard?” Julia pleaded.

The amazon girl slid back into the water and rested her back against the lip. Mindy closed her eyes and tilted her shoulders back, causing her mammaries to breach the surface of the water and point skyward. Howard stood there momentarily, gazing at the display in front of him. His manhood had found the fly of his boxers and was now straining, flagpole-straight, into the open air. Then, he was on her, caressing, sucking, those extraordinary monuments to her femininity.

“HOWARD!” Julia finally yelled. She dipped a foot in the water and splashed him. “That’s enough, you jerk. I’m standing right here!” She watched him tear his eyes away from Mindy and turn to her, confused. I’m his girlfriend of three years, Julia lamented, and he looks at me as if I’m a stranger. Julia took him by the hand and pulled.

“Oh,” Mindy said, now with open eyes and sincere concern in her voice. “Julia, you’re unhappy with me?”

“You’re damn right, you bitch,” Julia spat. With Howard in tow, she lurched, humiliated, away from the pool.

-----

When she woke the next morning, Julia’s eyes were still red from sobbing. She and Howard had returned to the guest room that night in silence, and Julia had maintained the silence even after they were behind closed doors. She had been afraid that she would say something that she would later regret. Mad – yes, she was mad. But she didn’t want to lose him either.

With the morning now upon them, she could hold her tongue no longer. She turned her head on the pillow and appraised him. “Did you even try to stop her?”

“Julia, you saw me try to push away from her. But she’s so strong. She picked up an 800 pound slab like it was a book bag!”

“Did you tell her that you were in a committed relationship?”

“No, not really.”

“So then, you think it’s OK, when your in a committed relationship, to go around sucking other girls’ tits?”

“No, it wasn’t like that. I didn’t want to be untrue to you. But she was … persuasive.”

“What do you mean, persuasive?”

“There was something about her – not just her dimensions, but some other type of allure, almost magical … I’m sorry Julia.”

“There’s no magic to thinking with your dick. You should be ashamed!”

Howard was silent. She felt his hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, honey. There was nothing I could do.”

That only made her sob harder. “I hate myself. And I hate this awful place. I didn’t like it even BEFORE that nineteen-year-old slut pulled you into her epic cleavage. Now I hate it even more. I can’t wait to get out of here. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.”

-----

Julia hauled herself up the rock face at an unrelenting pace, her eyes squarely on the cave entrance. Her arms shook and ached, but the pain was welcome. It was better than turning back --- back to that awful land with the oversized women and their undersized respect for her relationship with Howard.

Julia could see that Mindy was watching them from below. The amazon girl had given them a ride in that ridiculous borrowed orange car.

“Can I follow you?” Mindy shouted. “Mom made me promise to get you home safely.”

“No, you can’t!” Julia shouted back. “I’d rather die than see you again.”

“Can I pretend to stay here, and then follow you at a distance without you knowing?”

“No. That’s not funny.”

The shelves that were Mindy’s shoulders slumped in resignation. “I don’t know what I did wrong. All I did was let him pleasure me.”

“That’s all, huh? And you have no idea why I hate you?” Julia shouted down. “That fact that you don’t know is exactly what’s wrong …” She watched Mindy’s features twist in confusion. Stew on that for a while, bitch.

“But …”

“No,” Julia retorted. “Don’t you dare say another word to me.”

The girl didn’t.

Once inside the cave, Julia’s eyes took forever to adjust to the darkness. Her mind, too, struggled to adjust. Was she really again returning to these cold, claustrophobic passages – and their dangers? But when she pictured Mindy in her mind, the reluctance disappeared. That girl’s immense tits had been on full display today, sheathed only in a high-necked, stretchy maroon top that did little to hide the shape of her assets. If the male libido found sustenance in female breast flesh, then that girl was more than sustenance. She was the whole fucking buffet.

Howard, always the fearless athlete, led the way into the cave’s darkness. After about one hundred yards, Julia turned to see the last of the foreign world’s daylight. But silhouetted in the remaining clump of light was Mindy’s immense form, watching them. She had climbed as far as the cave entrance, apparently. What the fuck was the girl up to?

The cave was cold. Julia’s skin broke out into goosebumps. The chill began to penetrate deeper into her flesh as well. Sweat, soon clammy and chilling, clung to her arms and sapped her warmth. The salt of her perspiration gnawed painfully at her scrapes and cuts.

The sounds of their feet produced lonesome echoes in the passageways. The air became heavy. Darkness seems to be more than just black. It had a smothering quality.

“Are you sure we’re going to be ok?” Julia asked as the passages took them down, and down further. “When we came the opposite direction, I don’t remember the passages looking like this.”

THUD. It was distant, but very distinct. Almost like a footfall.

THUD. There was the sound again. Definitely a footfall.

The two exchanged glances. “Is that something we should be concerned about?” she asked.

Howard didn’t answer. That was a bad sign. That meant yes.

The couple moved faster now, jogging where they could, stepping briskly where they could not. The sounds behind them grew slightly louder, and began coming more frequently. Whoever it was, they were gaining.

The passageway dipped sharply downward now, but Howard barely slowed his pace. Pebbles and sand littered the surface. Julia slipped, recovered, slipped again. Further down the passage, Howard was doing the same thing.

Julia extended her hands to both walls, to feel the reassurance of their solidity. Howard, with his better motor skills, kept his hands at his sides.

The wall to Julia’s right disappeared, leaving Julia’s hand to grasp only at open space. She turned her headlamp into the blackness, but it remained only blackness. “Howard, be caref

“Aiiieee!” Howard screamed as his feet went out from under him. She saw him slam down on the floor of the passageway, before slipping away to the right – into the void.

OOF – BOOM – THUNK – OOF – THUNK. Julia could only listen to the tumbling of his body as he went over a lip and out of view.

“Howard!” Julia screamed. “Honey!”

RUMBLE. Howard’s tumble down the passages dislodged something, or rather, many somethings. Rocks the size of beach balls went rolling after Howard, dipping out of sight as they went over the lip and then send up a BOOM when they hit the cavern floor. After the rockslide, there was only silence.

The silence was worse than the calamity. “Howard!”

Nothing.

“Howard?”

“I’m here,” came a distant groan. “But these rocks – they fell – I’m pinned.”

“Are you OK? I can’t see you.”

“I think my headlamp cracked. I can’t reach my backup.”

“Wait down there. I’ll come and help you get free.” She started down.

“Julia …”

“What?”

“It’s not like that. These rocks – you won’t be able to move them.”

Julia scrambled down to him. It was a tortuously slow process. So steep was the slope, she had to set up a rope belay in order to get down there. When she got there, he was barely visible under the pile of rubble.

“Are you ok? Is anything crushed?”

“Nothing is crushed,” the pile of rubble replied. “But I’m trapped. I can’t move at all.”

“I’ll get you out of there, baby.”

But Howard was right about the rocks. She braced herself against the smallest of the boulders – the size of a basketball – and shoved. The rough surface of the rock dug into her palms as she exerted. It budged by a millimeter. She tried harder. It settled back into place. She tried again, harder still. The rock dug further into her palms, and she could feel them beginning to bleed. But it went nowhere.

Julia reached through a gap in the boulders and ran an affectionate hand over her boyfriend’s cheek. She had to curl her fingers to keep the blood off of him. She wanted to remember his face like this, perfect and serene, not smeared with the crimson of her failure.

In the distance, the THUD THUD of footsteps sounded again.

Julia scrambled up the slope again, using her rope belay for purchase. At the top, she slipped and felt a searing pain as her head crashed into the rock. Her light – the last one in the chamber – made a clattering noise when it hit the floor.

It was pitch black now. The air suddenly felt stale and suffocating. Julia groped with her hands where the head lamp had fallen. Lamp, three batteries, compartment cover – she recovered them all. Her fingers were numbed with cold and slick with blood. She tried in vain to re-assemble the lamp by feel alone.

The THUDs continued.

Julia faced down the passage to the direction of the THUD’s and cupped one hand over her mouth. “Mindy, is that you? We need help!”

There was no reply.

“Mindy! I know we had our differences. But Howard-- he’s stuck under a ton of rocks.”

No response.

Please let that be Mindy, Julia whispered to herself. Or Ruth or a Kentucky Park Ranger or anyone who would help us and not hurt us, not leave us here to die.

The blackness interrupted by a faint, soft blue from down the tunnel. The THUDing grew louder. Julia squinted.

Something was there, in the tunnel, with her.

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