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Goddess
🕑 Added 2025-05-13 15:20:57 +0000 UTC“Would you come in here and help me with this?” my wife called from the bedroom. I was in the middle of cleaning the bathrooms – something she had asked me to do that day – so I took off my rubber gloves, put down the sponge and shouted, “Sure, one sec.”
I was still wearing a cleaning apron as I walked down the hallway towards our bedroom but was taken aback by the vision in front of me.
Joanne was standing next to our bed in half-silhouette so I could see the curve of her hips, the front of her large breasts and her back. She was topless but wearing yoga pants and was about to put on her sports bra. My mouth dropped at the image of her combined strength and sexiness. Her breasts had always been large DDs, but with her newfound musculature they now stood higher and firmer on her chest, making her chest look particularly strong but also feminine and erotic. Her ass, likewise, had always been round and attractive but now it had a new firm strength, from all the time in the gym, that made it stick out even more with a round hardness. Her arms were defined in ways that I’d never noticed before, contours of muscle highlighted her biceps and thick shoulders. And her back was broader than before and layered with hard, thick muscle. Her black hair hung down slightly across her back in a sexy, erotic way – she had a wild look and I inadvertently licked my lips and stared at this goddess before me.
“Wow… you look… amazing.”
She turned to me and smiled, her large breasts moving slightly against her firm, flat stomach.
“Thanks, honey. But I can’t get this sports bra on. Can you help?”
Not so long ago, Joanne had started going to the gym not to lose weight but to gain strength. She wanted to ‘let loose my inner strength’ and she had definitely done that. She had taken to weight training and crossfit and had gone from being a good looking, fit woman to something resembling an amazonian warrior. People noticed it when we walked around, I saw men’s and women’s eyes linger on her new firmness, the svelte arms, the broader shoulders. She detected it too and she carried herself with a new confidence that suggested her power was affecting how she saw the others. There was a certain assertiveness in her new persona that I liked.
She turned away from me and handed me the bra as I walked up behind her.
There was something intoxicating about being this close to her while she stood naked in front of me. It was like her body was electric with new power and I was drawn to it. I also felt the contrast between us – I was standing there in my cleaning apron, feeling dowdy and small while she was an image of amazonian strength and sensuality.
I moved behind her and felt the size difference even more acutely: she had always been taller than me and her 4” height advantage felt especially pronounced given her new muscularity. I stood a reasonable, if slightly short, 5’7 while she was just shy of 6’. It had never bothered her before and she had often jokingly referred to me as her ‘little man’ but only in a gentle, teasing way. Standing behind her now I felt much smaller than my muscular wife.
We had first met in a night class and she had ended up sitting beside me, borrowed a pen, and we got to talking during the break. Back then she was certainly attractive, and had a great figure, skinny, fit, with large breasts, but nothing like the amazon she had become. We hit it off right away – she had a big personality and I was eager to listen, take everything in, and let her do more of the talking. It wasn’t until after the class, when we both stood up, that we realized the height difference between us. I assumed it would be a deal breaker for her, but it didn’t seem to bother her one bit and when I struck up the nerve to ask her out, she said yes. Joanne was amazing and always said that she never minded being taller than me.
She had taken the lead in our romantic life, bringing me to new restaurants, introducing me to her friends, and showing me parts of the city I had never seen before. Our sex life was good, if not great – I never lasted all that long but she never seemed to mind. Finally, about a year into our dating, she looked at me and asked ‘Are you ever going to ask me to marry me?’ A week later, I did and she said yes. We’ve been happy ever since.
I came out of my reverie and watched as she put her arms over her head -- I had to tiptoe to pull the bra over her arms. I then attempted to slide it over her shoulders while she adjusted it at the front but it was too tight. It just wouldn’t stretch over her broad shoulders.
Where before our height difference didn’t seem like such a big deal, now I felt smaller, more diminutive, more submissive in her presence. It was like her new muscles added to her height to make her seem like far more of a force. The evidence of the changes in her body was right in front of me as she tried to force this new body into her old clothing. There was something powerfully erotic in trying to watch her fit into a sports bra that had fit her once.
I thought about our early years together – she always had an amazing body that I worshipped. She would comment on how happy I was to put her pleasure first as I handled her large breasts and her sex. We would start in different positions but the sex would always end with her on top, riding my cock or my face until she came. I was more than happy watching her bounce those giant tits as she rode me.
It was almost a year ago that her irregular gym visits turned into something far more serious and intense. She started weight training and found it intoxicating. I remember her posing in front of the mirror about 6 months ago, flexing one of her biceps. It was significant and she smiled at me as the muscle popped from her arm. “What do you think?”
I reached up to stroke it and said, “Wow….” -- this led to some of our most intense lovemaking, with her riding my cock with a new intensity and ferocity.
But that Joanne was nothing compared to the woman who stood in front of me today. Weight training went from one day a week, to 5 days a week, and she was lifting more, and heavier weights. Small biceps became large, defined arms, her shoulders got larger, her calves were like diamonds when she walked, and her body in general was layered with a new hardness. In a manner of no time she’d transformed herself into an amazonian goddess. I hadn’t brought myself to say anything yet but she was sexier than she’d ever been.
It had affected our sex life too. Now when she would climb on top of me and pound on my dick, I’d look up at her body, see the chiseled abs topped by her large breasts, her arms up in her arm reveling in the pleasure, and her biceps, the size of grapefruits, popping. I’d see the thick veins in her arms and feel completely overwhelmed with desire. I would cum so quickly looking up at her – I couldn’t help myself.
“Even these yoga pants are getting tight,” she said, bringing me out of my daydream as she shimmied out of them, using her hands to push them down her legs. Her ass and legs were both incredible and I began get hard as I looked at her body. My eyes moved down from her shoulders to her back and the layers of muscle. I was feeling so aroused looking at her, almost intoxicated with her strength, I involuntarily reached out and touched her back muscles.
She stopped and turned around to look at me, her large breasts hanging just under my mouth. She looked at me with a smile and then looked down, noticing that I had an erection. All the reminiscing of how she had got this way, plus seeing her new body in the flesh had turned me on immensely.
“Oh, you like to see me naked, sweetie?”
I realized then that my heart was pounding and my face had gone red with desire.
“Joanne…you’re … incredible. You’re like something out of my fantasies.”
She smiled at the compliment and pressed her arms against her side to show off the combination of muscular power and feminine curves.
“Sometimes, I have a hard time remembering the old me,” she said, looking down at her body.
“I just love being strong, having these hard abs, these thick muscles, and this powerful body.” She took a second to feel her strong core.
“Some men couldn’t handle it, but I know you can. You’ve always been there for me, supporting me, helping me to be the best version of myself. That’s one thing I love about you.”
I repeated myself, “You look… amazing… Joanne.”
She smiled at me with kindness and said, “A little lost for words eh?”
She stepped towards me and said, “Let me show you my appreciation,” and put her an arm behind my back, and pulled me into her, “I do look amazing, don’t I?”
I was trapped in her embrace, not that I wanted to escape it, but I couldn’t have even if I’d wanted to. She kissed me full on the lips while squeezing my ass with one hand. I melted into her powerful body. Her large breasts were pressed against me, just below my chin and I could feel her firm abs against my soft tummy, her powerful legs pressed up against me. Her body felt like warm, curvaceous steel.
She pulled me with more force against her and jammed one of her thick thighs between my legs. I could feel the taut muscles of her legs, the heat of her body pressing against my own soft, yielding flesh. I was tempted to just sit on it, to ride the muscles of her powerful thigh until I came. I looked up at her with weak, yearning desire.
“You like that, don’t you little man? You like to feel my strong leg between your soft thighs.”
“Oh, yes, Joanne. You’re so hot, so strong. You look…”
“How do I look, sweetie?” she asked, as she grabbed my dick with her hand. Her hand was strong and hot and she was pulling me to a full erection with a few strokes. I was so turned on I could’ve cum right there.
I whispered, “You look incredible…”
“Like what?”
I thought for a second, “Like an amazon…”
“An amazon?”
“An amazon goddess…” I replied with heavy breath.
“I like that sweetie. I like you to think of me as your goddess.” She was running her tongue along my ear and biting it with a little force. Her thick leg was still positioned between mine and I could feel my hard cock pressing against her powerful thigh.
“Do you want me to be your goddess?”
“Yes, Joanne, yes.”
She flexed her bicep in front of me and it absolutely exploded, a small bowling ball of female muscle. I lunged forward and put my lips on her powerful arm and began to kiss her strength.
“Yes, worship your goddess.”
“You see how strong I’m getting little man?”
“Mmmm… yes, you’re amazing.”
“It feels so good to be strong, to be powerful. Do you like me like this?”
“Yes, Joanne. You’re incredible. I’m so lucky.”
“Yes, you are. Call me goddess.”
“Mmmm,.. yes goddess.”
“I love the looks people give me, the way I see them tracing the muscles in my body. I love how they lust after me.”
“Because you’re so amazing, Joanne. You’re so strong and sexy.”
“Yes, I know little one.”
“I’ve always felt this part of your personality, this desire to have me lead, but maybe this is a new chapter for us? Maybe you can worship me like a goddess. Would you like that?”
I was drowning in the waves of sex and desire and could only mutter, “Mmmm, yes.”
She brought her arm down to her side. I could see, from her heavy breathing and her hard nipples, how aroused she was. This was new territory for the both of us and we clearly were loving it.
“Why don’t you get on your knees and show your goddess your devotion?”
I followed her instructions and sank to my knees in front of her. It felt right to look up to her with eyes of worship and devotion.
She placed her hands on the wall in front of me, putting me at eye level with her wet pussy and engorged clit. I knew what to do and brought my face to her pussy and began to lick eagerly. She moaned with desire as I did so.
“Good boy. You understand.”
“I feel so powerful and desired with you on your knees. That’s where you belong, isn’t it little man?”
“MmmmmHmmmm,” I replied, with her clit in my mouth.
“I’ll become your real goddess and you can worship me as proof of your devotion, your service and submission to me. Will you do that?”
“MmmmmHmmmm,” I said again.
She groaned a deep guttural sound as I took her clit in my mouth.
“Ohhhh yes… you’re so good at that. That’s where you belong, little man.”
“Even when you tried to fuck me, sweetie, you wouldn’t last long. I know why too…” she paused. It was true – ever since she had gotten stronger I would cum so quickly when we fucked. “It’s because your brain knows that you’re a beta who somehow gets to fuck an alpha, someone bigger, stronger, your superior, your goddess. Your brain knows that you better spill your seed quickly before I realize how weak you are and decide to make you stop. And then you realize you can’t please me with your dick like you want to and so I’m more likely to make you stop.”
I was licking furiously as she spoke. I reached for me dick, listening to her words that were equally humiliating and arousing. I felt so turned on by her body, her words, her power. We’d never explored this aspect of our relationship before but it appealed to me on a deep level – her words were so hot and so true.
“I think I’ve just gotten so strong and powerful that you can’t do anything than worship me. Isn’t that right little man?”
“Ohhhh yes, Joanne.”
“Say, yes, goddess.”
“Yes goddess,” I said, licking furiously, pulling my dick out of my pants.
I was about to pull my masturbate but Joanne wrapped one of her strong, thick legs around my head and squeezed my head, pulling it into her crotch.
“Don’t touch your dick. Focus on me.”
I followed her instruction and raised both hands towards her breasts, playing with her nipples as I sucked at her sex.
I could feel her getting wetter and wetter as I licked her but suddenly she stepped back from me and looked down at me. She looked like a statue of female power, carved out of granite, her clit engorged, almost throbbing, with desire.
“Tell me.”
My heart was pounding and I was so aroused but was following her instruction not to touch myself. I considered what she was asking and then said, “Tell you … what?”
“Tell me how you feel. Worshipping me.”
The words came out of me in a flood. “I feel so small next to you. You’re so powerful, so tall. Everything you said is true. I feel like your subservient beta, here to serve you, to worship your strength and every desire. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to get to lick your pussy. I want to bury my face in your sex and drink your cum.”
I could see her chest heaving and she started fingering herself as I spoke.
“You will… You’re so weak next to me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, goddess.”
“You worship my muscles, my strength, my dominance.”
“Yes, goddess.”
“Are you even a man compared to me?”
“No goddess. I’m not a man, I’m a servant, a weak boy who lives to please you.”
She smiled at me, gave me a wicked look, and jammed her crotch back in my face. “Suck.”
I followed her instructions, taking her clit in my mouth as my hands ran up and down her powerful legs. I dug my fingers into the steel of her muscle and it didn’t budge but I could feel her flex to ensure I felt just how strong she was.
My dick was as hard as a rock, standing at attention in front of me, but I didn’t touch it.
In no time, I felt her body begin to gyrate and pulsate with sexual release and she came in a powerful orgasm. Her strong hands jammed my mouth against her sex and she rubbed her clit against my face. I felt like less of a participant and more like a human sex toy – in a moment she screamed in orgasm and my mouth was filled with her cum.
I licked and slurped, worshipping at her sex until she pulled away. I then looked up at her and slid my raging hard cock out of my pants and began to masturbate myself. I was so turned on, it wouldn’t take me long…
“Wait,” she said, kneeling on the floor with me.
I stopped and she took my cock in her strong hand. Even kneeling, she was taller than me and I was bursting with desire as my eyes traced the contours of her powerful body. My cock throbbed with every heartbeat -- I was so incredibly aroused.
I waited for her to masturbate me, but she just held it in her warm, strong grip.
She looked at me intensely and deep into my eyes, “Worshippers of ancient goddesses would sacrifice something as a testament of their devotion.” She squeezed my cock firmly.
“Yass…” I said as I longed for her to just provide the necessary friction that would send me over the edge of my orgasm.
“I want you,” she paused, “to be celibate. To not cum. To show me an act of self-sacrifice and devotion to your goddess.”
My mind was spinning with desire and it took me a second to realize what she was asking.
“I need… I need to cum…” I panted.
“Yes, I know little man.” She squeezed again. I was right on the edge.
“But if you don’t cum. Sacrifice your own needs, closet your masculinity, and show your devotion to me, it will show me that you really do see me as your goddess.”
She released my cock, it stood erect between us.
“If you don’t cum, I’ll know that you really do worship me, that I really am your goddess.”
“I…” I was breathless, panting, sweating with desire. I just wanted one more stroke.
“Can you do that sweetie?”
I looked into her eyes, her knowing, wise eyes and thought of our life together and how much she had brought me. I really did worship her. She really was my goddess.
“Yeh….Yes…” I said.
She smiled, a radiant conquering smile of the goddess I saw her as.
“Good boy.” She lay down and pulled me to her. Was she relenting?
“Nurse from me,” and she pulled my head into her breast. I licked and licked, yearning for more contact and for her to touch my cock once more. My hand rested against her hard, flat stomach, feeling the muscles beneath
“It’s so hot to see you be celibate for me, to deny your own pleasure and focus on mine. It shows your capacity to worship and be devoted. Thank you, my sweet little man.”
She was rubbing her clit once again and continued, “I love the way you worship my sex and my muscles. Your eyes tell me everything when they look at my powerful body – how much you want me take you, to conquer you.”
“Yassss…” I moaned, with her nipple in my mouth. In no time she was in the throes of orgasm, pressing my head against her swollen breast. I licked and sucked, all the time, my cock throbbing with no release.
She came again and we lay on the floor. My cock was pounding in my pants but I knew what she expected: total devotion.
“Thank you for sacrificing for me. It is such a turn on and a commitment to your worship. I’ll repay your gift by becoming a goddess worthy of your worship. I’ll grow my muscles even more and you’ll continue to worship me like the good little man you are.”
I looked up at her and smiled, knowing that she knew best.
“When can I cum, Joanne?”
“Oh you’ll cum my sweet, but I’ll direct you, control you, teach you how to cum in new ways.”
My throbbing cock screamed, touch me, pull me, be a man and cum but my new identity knew that I must obey. So I simply nodded, and smiled, resting my head on her breast.
Goddess knows best.
