He looked at his enormous girlfriend, seeing in her expression a side of her he had never detected. She had always been so submissive, so eager to find out what he wanted and then to do it, in fact usually going even further than he had ever expected.

And then it struck him. That was just what she was doing now -- going further than he had planned. What if, all along, it wasn’t his desires she had been following, but her own!

After all, she was well aware of her body. She always dressed to give maximum exposure to her two greatest features. She knew the effect she had on him. True, she always tolerated his going after other girls too, but she knew what a sucker he was for her spectacular breasts, and that he always came back to hers.

So what if her behaviour all along hadn’t been submission to his desires? What if it was, instead, confidence that he would succumb to hers? And now that she was the stronger one, the one clearly in control, what was she going to do?

He looked up at her. She was now over a foot taller than he was. Her biceps far outclassed his, flexing up to at least half again as large, perhaps twice as large, as his. She was no doubt stronger than he was by at least as much as he used to be compared to her, and very likely more. There was no doubt that she knew it, and that it was adding to her confidence.

Jess looked down at him, smiling possessively. She held the gun out of his reach by extending one arm in the air and held him next to her with the other, pulling his head against her enormous, firm breast. It wasn’t an uncomfortable position. Her breast was soft and cool against his cheek. But the fact that he had no choice in the matter made him feel uneasy. And it was clear that he had no choice at all.

“Ooooh, Robert. Isn’t this cosy? Dot you feel safe and warm like this, your darling head leaning on my big breast?” she said in her usual sweet voice, moving her chest against his face. Still keeping a tight grip on him, she moved her hand over to his upper arm, just as she was doing less than an hour ago. But this time her hand easily encircled it. “What a nice muscle you have. I’ve always liked to touch it, but it feels different to me now. It feels ... smaller!”

“Jess!”

“Oh, I know it’s bigger. But it FEELS smaller to me.”

“Yeah, well that’s because you’re --

She squeezed it slightly. “And, somehow, not as hard.”

“Hey, but I’m stronger than I --

“Oh? ARE you?” She squeezed it harder, her powerful fingers easily compressing Robert’s enhanced biceps.

“Owww!” he cried out, unable to help himself.

“I think it’s kind of squishy,” she said, releasing his biceps but wrapping her arm around his body, trapping both his arms inside hers. “Squishy, still cute, but there’s just one thing ....