"We're finished here, Mervyn," she said firmly, her hand on his shoulder. "Time to go." She pushed him to the side and he didn't have the strength to resist her enhanced power. Very quickly they were several yards away from the machine.
"But Breah, Breah! Stop. Hey!" he protested to no avail. He decided to try rational argument. "Look, when we entered, I was stronger than you were. I paid $40 out of our joint account and the increase in our strength should have been either an equal amount of an equal percentage increase, leaving me still stronger than you. Obviously the machine malfunctioned. We paid the required fee, and should have enjoyed proper results. You must agree that this is an injustice that should be corrected, and if not we should report the company to the regulatory authorities and shut it down."
"No, Mervyn. I don't agree at all, because you have misunderstand the situation entirely." She breathed deeply, enjoying the way the further expansion in his chest so easily distracted Mervyn from interrupting her to resume his argument. "You're assuming that justice in this case is simply the perpetuation of existing power structures. I am incredibly disappointed that you would adopt a counter-revolutionary approach! Clearly this machine has been programmed to further a progressivist agenda. How can you you be so selfish that you failed to see the significance of an event where the female has been recognized as the member of an oppressed class and has been empowered!" Breah flexed her sizable biceps for emphasis and tightened her grip on Mervyn's shoulder.
Mervyn looked confused. "But ... I have always treated you as an equal. I thought we were equal."
"Within the context our relationship we did enjoy a matrix of equality, Mervyn. But you are of course aware that we do not exist apart from social norms and expectations. As a member of the oppressor class, you have properly adopted the subjective attitude of equality. You 'treated' me as equal. However, even your language acknowledges the fact that the objective conditions of equality did not exist. Your treatment of me as equal was voluntary, a gift, and in fact was further evidence of your status as a gender oppressor; you retained the option at any time to assert the power bestowed upon you by the objective conditions." Breah put her hand on Mervyn's other shoulder and held him still more firmly.
"You're hurting me," he complained.
"I know. It's so easy. The difference in our strength is amazing!," she said. "Much more so than when you were stronger." She lifted him in the air. "You're as light as a child!"
"I ... can see you are enjoying experimenting with your strength, but you'll have to learn to be careful with it so that you don't hurt me. We are still equal, you know."
"Well ... yes, Mervyn. That is our ultimate goal, but once again your understanding of the situation is flawed. The objective societal conditions of inequality and oppression have not changed, even though, within the narrower context of our relationship I am now objectively superior."
"Stronger, Breah, not superior."
"Superior, Mervyn. Indisputably, unanswerably, and incontestably superior. Don't you feel it? The Green Machine has given me absolutely incredible strength, so much more than it gave you! I haven't even begun to test it! I could crush your weak body, Mervyn, crush you like a bug!" She put more pressure on his shoulders and tensed her biceps even more to show off their amazing size.
"Breah, please! You're really hurting me. I never used my strength against you!" he said, almost whining now.
"Quite properly, Mervyn. It was completely in keeping with our progressive ideology for you to decline to use your greater strength and for us instead to create a matrix of equality that subverted the oppressive social conditions around us. How much more subversive now it will be for me, a powerful female, to oppress and dominate you, Mervyn, a member of the oppressive male caste!"
"But I don't want to be dominated," he whined.
Breah grinned. "That is even better," she said, feeling a wave of sexual desire far greater than ever before.
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