Amazon Planet

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Let me set... in Brazil, where the american puritanism could be charmingly challenged. Let's say that this land in the future becomes an amazon's society (some chemical reaction between sunlight and a lotion sounds like an interesting FMG motif, women could choose where to grow and spend hours in the sun practically naked). Maybe also Venezuela. Add MILFs to lolitas, CEOs, a girl from a favela. they are seducing gringos for fun, for money, or to just be mean, after all these guys are looking for girls in the Amazon Planet and it has to mean trouble. add cultural and language barriers, the clash of a new hyper matriarchal society and it would be something fun to write. Maybe add an amazon coup and some americans locked in here...
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A M A Z O N PLANET
In Brasilia, a modern metropolis in the middle of a desert, the federal district of Brazil, an amazon strode over the busy corridors of the giant bureaucracy, most men avoided to be in her path. Wearing a simple military jacket and skirt, most of them could see by her seven foot tall frame and her bright red hair who she was. The new elastic military skirt gave her long legs freedom of movement, which she used and marched to the higher office of the Brazilian forces. No soldier would dare to stop her. They all knew the reason of why she was fuming over.
Her name is Captain Juliana Dutra and she entered the minister’s office without knocking: “I cannot believe you signed it!” Going over his giant mahogany desk, the female captain hit the table with the new amendment. The submarine amazon captain gazed into his eyes waiting for a response. Even in duty, she never gave her father, the supreme superior officer, the proper respect, not caring to do so in front of his staff or that he was the commander of the Brazilian defense.
The commander looked up at his seven feet tall daughter: “As you may know Captain, we need order...”
She crossed her muscular arms over her chest. “How could you?”
“We let almost a third of the contingent to be Amazons... and I deeply regret. We gave chance, I gave you a chance.” Said the Defense Minister of Brazil. “You saw what happened, you know it would happen. They broke the chain of command for the silliest reasons, just like yourself... captain. Even a private of yours tried to confront me, she has been a year in the brig and I don’t know when I’ll let her go.”
“She could escape from that brig in a blink.” The captain walked to his side. “Do you really expect an amazon... to accept orders from a man? Not anymore. That world of yours is gone. Don’t you realize that men became useless for any significant task. Your army became a group of whiny kids that can’t accept they don’t fit in the military forces anymore... just like you.”
“Captain!” The general stood up to confront her but Juliana kept her cold stare.
“I thought that your amendment was a suicidal course of action, but it isn’t. You are seating there, hoping that somehow it’ll work. Can’t you foresight it, can you?” Juliana eyed him. “It’s all collapsing around you If you don’t burn this amendment right now in front of me, dad, I wont feel sorry for you.” Captain Juliana waited for his answer.
He could not believe his ears. “Are you threatening me?!”
Juliana ignored him giving her back walking away.
“You just lost your command, Captain! Did heard me, Captain!?”
The young female captain stopped and turned one last time to him. “Try to take Her away from me, dad... it would be an experience.” Juliana saw in his eyes that he wouldn’t have the courage to do so. “Just like I thought.”
“If you touch that ship again, Captain, you’ll be arrested.”
She ignored him not caring to close the door. The general looked at her going away in the long corridor. He had to stop her but felt a force impeding him, making his head to feel heavier, to reconsider his position as head of the Army forces, he felt weak.
Outside, Captain Juliana Dutra entered her armored car. It’s driver was Dr. Cecilia Walter, her medical officer. “So, what will be? Rio or Antarctica?”
“Antarctica. I guess Doug won’t be too happy to hear it.”
“Doug? That American virtual boyfriend of yours? I thought that you got hid of him...”
“Me too. Silly bastard...” Captain Juliana said frowning.
1 - FROM CHICAGO TO RIO
Over the air, Doug Phillips was flying over the Amazon, he was traveling first class at his girlfriend expenses. “So first time in Brazil?” Asked a stranger with portuguese accent. Doug couldn’t believe in the rain forest’s enormity.
“No, but I never noticed how big is this jungle, almost three hours flying over this green carpet...”
“Pleasure? Or Business?” The stranger knew that most foreigners in that plane were seeking a paradise in the real Amazon Planet.
“Pleasure... I hope.” Doug called the male attendant holding his empty whisky glass. “Can I have one more?”
“Two.” Said the stranger.
“Why there are only male flight attendants? This is Brazil, I thought that would be, at least one amazon. The only amazons in this plane were those two in that shiny dark spandex... they looked like superheroes or something. I didn’t see them since we took off.”
“Those are the pilots. Didn’t you heard their voices over the speakers? And besides, an amazon would never serve a man. They have more tolerance with the gay crowd... to us it’s zero. Try to hire an amazon waitress... she would beat a guy like us in the first day.”
“Shit, is that true?” Now Doug was scared to leave the plane.
“I’m exaggerating. But amazons do have a problem with male authority. Can be her boss or her client, or even a cop. They just can’t deal with it. It created so many problems that you wouldn’t believe, and what prison would stop them? No one was prepared for that.”
“Funny, I just read a report about bullying in american work space, half came from women, and eighty percent of the female bulling were towards another women. In your country it seems they found another target instead of each other.”
“But the problem is that they don’t need to bully. They have bigger weapons.”
“Like what? Their breasts?”
The stranger came closer to Doug’s ears: “Avoid talking about amazons like that... if an amazon hears it, it’s trouble, or she’ll make you say sorry, or well... you never know what you’ll going to get. Also don’t forget about this: they aren’t very open to our critique.”
“Yeah, this rule I know very well... online.”
“My name is Denis, by the way. Denis with a D. ”
“Mine’s Doug. Going back home?” He asked.
“Oh, I wish... I’m locked in airplanes for the rest of my life...” Denis said. “My boss hates me...”
“But he pays you first class... is that bad?”
“It’s a she. I used to be her boss before she became this genius market hacker, to me she’s still a fraud... don’t tell anyone, she would tear my balls off... But maybe I’m becoming paranoid, she schedules my travels in a way that I never have time for myself, jumping airport to airport. It’s driving me insane. She transfered the corporation headquarters to a beach mansion in Angra, so she and her staff can sunbath there most of their time. And I here, doing pointless diplomatic missions for the company.”
“Is she an amazon?” Doug asked.
“Did you really ever went to Brazil these last years?”
“Five years ago...” He said. “A lot can change in five years. I saw the pictures, the news. Look at my girl...” Doug showed in his computer a photo of a red hair amazon and a submarine haul in the background.
“That’s a big boat...”
“She’s not that tall...” Doug said. “Still under seven in this picture...”
“No, the submarine. It’s the Amazonas.” Denis said.
“Only brazilians would make a nuclear submarine filled with amazons called Amazonas.”
“The military call their biggest vessels with our states. Amazonas is our bigger state.”
“And the biggest attack submarine in action. They use it to protect the deep water oil fields in the Atlantic. They engaged pirates, eco terrorists, you name it. Five years ago I walked inside it, it’s a building traveling 60 knots under water... it’s a monstrosity. My girlfriend was the senior engineer then...”
“She got promoted...”
“She’s the captain, now.”
“Oh, she’s... now I recognize her... do you date that red hair amazon? She’s strict.”
Doug wasn’t aware that she was a celebrity. “Oh, shit, I shouldn't have told you. It’s a secret. She would kill me if...”
“It’s all right, I wont tell anyone. Everyone knows her stories and how she became a captain. The first amazon to be captain. It’s tough stuff that you have in your hands. But you seem young... I mean, the older amazons always prefer younger men, well, she’s not that old.”
“I’m only ten years younger than her, I’m 25, she’s 35. I met her in a chat fifteen years ago, I was only ten, I lied that I had 20 too, and her English wasn’t very good so I never got busted for years, until she met the real me... she was one of those first really tall amazons, when people were afraid of them, she was in college and I became her online confident. She was very lonely at those times. And week after week we kept daily contact. Many of her decisions were partially my fault, like becoming a full amazon, or to enter the military. But the day she stepped inside that submarine, she absolutely forgot about me.”
“Are you going to meet her again?” Denis asked.
“Yes, she’ll be in Rio for the next month. I don’t know what to expect. The last time we saw each other was in New York, when the Amazonas ported there, and it was awkward, like I was some annoyance that she had to deal with. I think she was on her period or something.”
“Things will be different in Rio, believe me.”
“I hope you are right. After fifteen years of comings and goings, we never... well, we never...”
“...that’s why you keep so many photos of her.”
“Well, they are really useful at times. I mean... her body is so unreal, I worship those images. But when I come to see her in person, I don’t know, I get so nervous, she’s always getting bigger and taller and prettier than the photos I have from her. I got too fucking nervous. I become this dumb fuck that can’t complete a sentence. While over the internet I am this reasonable, inspired, sensitive, outstanding, swell guy that she talks for hours.”
“Doug, you really need to fuck her, if you don’t take this weight over your shoulders, she’ll put you back in that talking box.” Denis pointed to his computer.
“I know, but it is not as easy as it looks. I know absolutely about everything about her, I know even the second names that her pets had. I know each date of when each died... I was the only person that she could talk about it openly. You know, amazons want to keep that image of toughness, but deep inside they are the same. But we can’t even video chat because just her image clouds my mind. Her mere vision is so powerful that paralyses me.”
“Boy, you both need to get in to bed fast.” Denis said again. “Look at her, she’s a real sea goddess.”
“Exactly, every body movement of hers make me behave like a retard. How can a stupid retard could seduce a goddess like her?”
“Alcohol.”
“She hates drinking. Her mother was an alcoholic. And I have to pretend to hate it too... or she would start arguing for hours. I have to hate everything she hates or she won’t stop talking about it. Sure, she’s always... partly... right all the time... online she loves me, when we see each other it’s like she has doubts that I’m the same person.
“Odd couple you are, intimate for years but still strangers.”
“Still strangers.” Doug repeated looking to the window. “Shit, are we still flying over the Amazon?”
2 - FROM MASSACHUSETTS TO SÃO PAULO
“Mr. Thompson, Ms. Tiemi will receive you in some minutes.” Said the male secretary. He was using a short sleeved shirt and a tie, he seemed to Patrick Thompson more of a waiter than an executive secretary.
“Thanks. By the way, how should I address her? I know that Brazilians are more informal... at least they were... what’s the proper business etiquette nowadays? I’m kind of clueless. It seems that no one gets it right. Should I call her Ms.Tiemi? Or just Helena?”
“Just don’t touch her unless she gives permission to and don’t call her by the first name. Only other amazons can do that.”
“I see. Do not touch her. Any more advices? I heard that peopler got really bruised in her office” said Patrick. The secretary seemed unpleased by his remark.
“She can’t stand when men get nervous around her. Look, just don’t stare too hard at her, specially her muscles. Avoid to glance at her breasts too, unless she gives you... permission.”
“Permission? Are you kidding me?”
“No.”
“Why would she give me permission?”
“Are you gay?”
“No!” Patrick laughed at it.
“Look Mr.Thompson, I know that in United States, well, in the rest of the world, men still have some struggles in a place ruled by amazons. It’s different from normal women that you were used to know, the rules that you knew don’t apply here. Some things are the same and others are quite different. You cannot lie to them, you cannot give them any other thing but your best, and even there, it will not be enough to succeed. For a man like us, I say.”
“What it has to do with her breasts? I have a girlfriend, I don’t...”
“Is she an amazon?” Asked the secretary.
“No. She seems interested to be one, but...”
“Amazons don’t respect normal women, if you want to keep your girlfriend, is better for her to become an Amazon too. If you get the job, of course. And do it fast.”
“I like the way she is. I don’t want her to be taller than me, or to have an arm bigger than my leg. I don’t get why those amazons think that they can have any guy.”
“Don’t show this attitude, Mr.Thompson, they’ll see it as a challenge.”
“I would never betray my girlfriend. Maggie would never betray me either.”
“Because she isn’t an Amazon yet.” The male secretary said and pressed a button in his headset. “Yes, Ms.Tiemi... Mr.Thompson you can come in.” He pressed another button and a doubled door opened behind him. “Good luck.”
Patrick gulped. He had 29 years old and this job was his first great opportunity. As an organic material researcher, his knowledge of elastic fabrics was fundamental for the young fashion company that blossomed just some years ago.
Walking into her office he notice how minimalist and yet oppressive it looked like. With tall walls, large windows and giant exotic flowers everywhere, he felt in another realm. Over the large white desk, the muscular legs of the female CEO flexed as she tilted her high heeled feet over it. While doing a small talk on her diamond carved cellphone, she motioned a chair to him. She was younger than he expected, and wider, bigger, more muscular than some old photos he saw of her.
Patrick sat and took off his tablet to prepare his presentation. He did a deep research over the Brazilian fashion market and its tendencies; with the Amazons spreading in the country, many old concepts and clothing styles had to be reviewed or even redesigned from scratch. Ella Siren was the first specialized company to design clothes for the amazons and it was a growing market.
“So Patrick...” said the CEO in her deep husky voice taking way his concentration. She turned off the phone and pushed her dark hair from her face. “Tell me why I need you...”
Patrick tried since the first moment to not stare at her hypnotic huge breasts as he was warned. He already saw some breasts big as hers since he arrived the country, but then they were far away from his reach. In her office he could feel her warm perfume capturing more senses than his vision. He felt he was falling in a trap. “I know your company dependence on synthetic fibers, and the...” For a moment Patrick thought that he saw her nipples hardening in her formal clothes that seemed to explode if she took a deeper breath.
“Go on...” She said with a knowing smile.
“...that Amazon fashion needs to be stretchable...”
"Very stretchable." Helena flexed her arm showing a bold bulge under her stressed sleeves. Her entire chest widened making her cleavage to sprout, one by one the buttons opened up. “Yes, many of my costumers are complaining that our clothes don’t last time enough...” The CEO flexed a little more and the sleeve started to rip, its ripping noise made him jump. “...we indeed need new materials. I read your research, it seems to apply.”
“Yes... I...” Patrick tried to concentrate on the task, but also he grew uncomfortable in his pants, he crossed his leg to hide it. “...it’s a new monomer, completely organic...”
“Did you ever worked with Amazons around you, Patrick?” She stood up to her seven feet height looming over the seated Patrick.
“S... Sorry?” He felt his heartbeats accelerating.
She walked around the desk in his direction, her bare legs in a skirt bulged at every step, it had more muscles than his whole body. “Answer my question, Patrick.”
“N... no...”
“Do you feel intimidated?” Asked the CEO looking down at him. He almost couldn’t see her face over her breasts. “Do I intimidate you?”
“I... I don’t know how to answer it...”
“Yes or no? It will decide your hiring.”
Patrick started to sweat more. Of course he felt intimidated, her nipples stuck in her shirt screaming for attention, his whole body was in fire ready to blow at any moment. He never lost control like this before. What was the right answer? To lie or not?
“I’m waiting, Patrick.” She crossed her arms under her breasts, her broad muscular shoulders ripped her delicate shirt even more.
“...a little...”
The CEO started to laugh loudly. “A little?” She went back to her huge chair and took another look at him. Her eyes seemed to scan into his brain, he felt invaded by her. “You are hired, Patrick. But... if your little monomer, doesn’t please me, if they are uncomfortable in any way, if they scratch the skin somehow, doesn’t stretch as you promised, or doesn’t look good, your whole career is finished. I’ll not accept any less from you. In exchange, this will be your paycheck.” She turned her monitor to him.
“Oh, shit... I‘m sorry, Ms.Tiemi.”
“It is vert important to Ella Siren. It is fundamental to us. The average height of the Brazilian women jumped from 5’4 to 5’9 feet in the last five years, and in the incoming years it will be 6’4 or higher. All of them searching for new and better ways to show off her new muscular, athletic, voluptuous bodies, it’s the fastest growing market in our country and I’ll be very, but very upset if your goals of leading this market isn’t met.” Helena said as Patrick saw her muscle tighten. The muscles in amazons were like tails expressing emotions and Patrick was learning it fast.
“I have exactly what Ella Siren needs, Ms.Tiemi. You wont be disappointed.” He saw her muscles relaxing again and she smiled at him.
“Good to hear that. We’ll have a summer party this weekend, you are invited to come to my home and so you can socialize with your new colleagues.”
“Can I bring my... girlfriend? She would be delighted.”
“Sure you can. Tell my assistant to bring me another set of clothes.” Helena waved for him to go.
In his country the treatment he just received would be harassment, but in Brazil there were very few laws protecting men from female sexual harassment. Those old laws protected the amazon’s aggressive behavior and the congress would hardly change its constitution. Patrick was aware of that and did whatever he could to avoid amazons in his path.
By the Brazilian laws, if a man tried to hit a woman, it’s jail, even if the man is not the aggressor.
Outside the corporate building, there was a protest with a dozen of men shouting and holding signs. They were surrounded by muscular female cops in sunglasses impeding them to reach the main avenue of the city. He thought of it as silly, but later on the local TV station he discovered that the Amazons on their period had a license to kill. “Fuck me.” He said watching that an Amazon pulverized her husband’s neck with her bare hands and was declared innocent because of the ‘stressful hormonal unbalance of an amazon.' The protesters had every right to shout for justice, but they were too few.
“What are you watching?” Asked his girlfriend behind him.
“No, nothing. Just the news. I can’t barely understand this crazy language.” Said Patrick.
“So, let’s celebrate your new job?” She said calling the hotel service for a taxi.
Maggie was specially dressed for the night, it was their first trial to explore this new land. In a crowded bar he took a beer while she took a sugar-free caipiroska. Some of the girls around them were young amazons over six feet tall and already had a muscular mass enhancing their female shape. Maggie was feeling dwarfed by them.
“Look at those breasts... no boob job? Impossible, I can’t believe it. Do they sag with the age? It has too, but look at that woman, she seems over forty... it has to be a boob job. No natural breasts can be that size without sagging...” Maggie kept analyzing their voluptuousness nonstop. Patrick maintained his eyes on his glass, he did not dare to look at those amazons in the nightclub. “And I felt short in our country. Here is ridiculous.”
“I like the way you look, all those girls... they look like dolls, some geek fantasy from internet.”
“Really?” Maggie knew it couldn’t be true. “So, you don’t like tall, big breasted women? Look at their tummies... all their fat goes to their breasts and butts! Look at those legs, look!”
Patrick glanced at a tall brunette wishing to make Maggie stop. “Breasts and legs aren’t all I want from a woman.”
“I’ll would die for that hourglass shape...” Said her finishing the drink.
“Can we change the subject?” Patrick asked loudly enough for other people to hear.
Maggie found strange his abrupt mood swing. “Sure... so, how your new boss look like?”
“She’s tall...” Since the meeting with his new boss, Patrick couldn’t stop the flashbacks of her voice, of her breasts, of how tall and strong she was, of the way she crossed her legs, of her young lush lips.
“Oh, is she an Amazon? How tall is she?”
“Is that important? God. All you talk is about these Amazons... of how tall they are, how big they are. Fuck!”
“We are just chatting, Patrick. Something happened there?” Maggie was concerned.
“Nothing happened. It’s just... different to have a woman as my boss.”
“Women are ruling this country, Patrick, get used to it.” Maggie said while watching a drink with a flower inside being handled to the table next to her.
3 - FROM NEW YORK TO COPACABANA
“I’ll get the biggest Amazon that I can find! I’m not joking about it.” Said the tall young american to his friend. In the sidewalk of Copacabana they saw countless Amazons sunbathing at the beach.
“Man, be careful with what you ask for, we just crossed some dozen amazons taller than you. You might have a death by snu-snu” Said Eric using a real sunblock their pallid skin were getting red to adjust with the city’s tropical heat.
“Isn’t it paradise? I mean, I always wanted a woman taller than myself, and man, wow. I never found a girl taller than 6’7 that was really pretty. But here...” Said Thomas watching a jogging girl that was tall as he was. “It’s full of them.”
“And they are still growing. That pink lotion that they use is like some kind of fever down here. All of them... all becoming... super goddesses. Lucky me I’m wearing this baggy shorts. Those girls will conquer the world someday.”
“How will we hit them? Not in English, I guess...”
“I guess not.” Eric took the travel language guide. “Olá. Como vai você? Quanto custa?”
“Quanto custa...” Thomas tried to repeat Eric. “Let’s try those two girls over there... look at that ass...” They went to a coconut kiosk where one brunette and a fake blonde taller than Thomas were drinking.
Eric took the guide and asked for one coconut in Portuguese: “Quero um, por favor.”
Thomas went closer of the blonde using huge sunglasses and a very tight bikini barely covering her huge breasts. “Olá.” The blonde smiled back at him, she knew right away that he was an American.
“Olá você...” She beamed at him. The Amazons liked tall guys and Thomas was quite a handsome blond himself.
“Quanto custa?” He asked without knowing what it meant.
Her smile vanished and she took his throat. “Que foi que você disse?!” She lifted him from the ground in a single arm, her arm’s muscles pulsed in front of his face. His face went red as she blocked his breath and he couldn’t speak. She took off her big sunglasses. “Vou quebrar a tua cara... gringo viado...” Thomas understood whatever it was when she aimed her fist at him.
Eric tried to search in the guide something to say to her, but he wasn’t fast enough. “Solta ele! Ou vai pra delegacia comigo!” Eric almost pissed himself hearing the cop’s authoritative voice. Like most cops on the beach, her uniform was minimal, showing off her bodybuilder champion muscularity.
The blonde released Thomas on the sand and spat on him before turning around and going away swinging the huge ass that he wanted so much.
“Shit... what I’ve told her?” Thomas was still feeling the pain in his neck. The muscular beach cop lifted him to his feet. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” He said to her. Thomas sat at one of the kioski’s wooden seats and Eric passed him the coconut.
Eric saw at his side an older amazon laughing at them. She had the biggest pair of breasts that Eric ever saw in person. “Anything funny, miss?” Eric asked.
“Never, ever, ask an Amazon ‘quanto custa.' Your friend just called her a whore.” Said the Amazon.
Eric took the guide and read what it meant. “Shit, Thomas, you asked her: How much.”
“Thanks, pal. That was your cue.” Thomas said making the Amazon by their side to laugh a little more.
“You’re cute.” She said to them. “Both of you... do you want some advices on how to hit an Amazon?” She asked.
“Can you help us?” Thomas came closer of her. “I really don’t need my ass kicked again.”
“Let’s take a table.” She said inviting them, specially Eric. Like most girls on that beach, she was almost a foot taller than him. “Manda três caipirinhas pra gente” She said to the attendant.
“Are you Carioca?” Eric asked. Increasingly he was getting interested on her. She was obviously much older than his twenties, but wasn’t sure by how much. She had a very toned body, more than most Amazons but not as muscular as the female juggernaut cop that towered over Eric.
“Da Gema.” She said.
“What?” Thomas asked trying to hear closer. He was losing his patience with the Portuguese.
“She said that was born here.” Eric said. “Your English is quite good. I almost don’t hear your accent.”
“Thanks, I used to be an English teacher.” Even in her seat she had to lower her head to speak with him. Her breasts were nearly supported by the small table. “Now I’m starting with my own travel agency. So my English has to be good.”
“It is.” Eric said without tearing his eyes from her. Thomas could see he was losing his wingman to this lady amazon. With so many easy girls on that beach, why he was spending their precious time with this lady? Thomas asked himself. He look down at her giant motherly heavy breasts and it answered his question.
“My name is Ana, Ana Laura.”
“Eric, and he is Thomas. We are from the big apple, first time in Brazil.”
“I can see that.” She said looking at Thomas. The attendant brought the caipirinhas and Thomas gulped it fast.
“Refreshing... Hey Eric, we must go.”
“Go where? Don’t you want to hear from an Amazon how to hit one?” Eric was bewitched by the tall beautiful cougar, there was chemistry between the two.
“Lesson one:” She said. “Keep cool. An Amazon can smell fear far away and it is a really big turn off for us. Two: try to act a little uninterested at first, I know it’s hard...” She said to Eric who was glancing at her huge mounds. “...we hate when guy acting like dogs begging at our feet. Three: Let her touch you first, some amazons are real bitches, they will play games and make you to beg until you can’t hold anymore. If you touch them without their approval, she has the right to beat the shit out of you, our law permits it. It happens all the time.”
“Games? What kind of games?” Thomas asked.
“You know about the... pheromones, right?” Ana asked them. “Bigger the Amazon, more powerful are them.”
Thomas drowned another drink laughing. “That’s an urban myth. It can’t be truth. I want to see a Mythbusters episode over that.”
“Quiet, Thomas.” Eric said. “Is that real, that you amazons can do this mind warping thing with guys? Anytime you want?”
“Not anytime. She needs, well... a guy she’s interested. She has to be in the mood.”
“Okay, prove it.” Thomas said banging the table with his glass. “Show us.”
“Here?” Ana asked looking around. “No, we shouldn’t. This is a public space, guys.”
Thomas was already high on the drinks. “We need more drinks for her. Waiter, bring another round here, a big glass for the Amazon here. She will show us some kind of trick.”
“Thomas, stop being a jerk. Sorry about him. He’s just an ass.” Said Eric afraid that she might leave.
“It’s okay...” Ana said making sure that wasn’t anyone near.
“Are you going to show us?” Eric went a scared that it might be truth.
“Let’s see...” She said lowering her voice. “Look at my breasts...” Ana pushed her large breasts up front. Each one was the size his head, Eric wanted already to bury his face in there, but he was too much of a prude to look directly at them. “Don’t you want to see how it work? Keep looking, I don’t mind.”
Thomas put his elbows over the table with a smirk in his face. “So what now?” He saw that her breasts did not sag which was remarkable for such a large mass.
“Just a minute...” She said biting her lips and breathing more slowly and deeply. Eric saw at her eyes her pupils enlarging, her cheeks flushing a little more. “Look down...” She said in a low voice and Eric got surprised that her nipples were enlarging beneath her bikini top. It shut Thomas mouth, he never saw nipples growing that large, they were big like a kid’s thumb.
“Fuck...” Eric felt a shock wave over his body.
“Calm down, we are just beginning...” She said and took a deeper breath, now her nipples were wide as an adult’s thumb. Eric never felt anything like that, suddenly he had to hold on the table. Anywhere he looked at her, he wanted to grab, to squeeze, even her muscular arm, the muscle around her neck, her thick shoulders, to touch her perfect skin everywhere, she flooded his mind.
Ana was feeling naughty for doing this. She never made it in public since discovered her aphrodisiac abilities over men some time ago as an Amazon. “Is that enough to prove it?”
Thomas was stuttering. “A... any... girl... can do... that?” He said holding his tent with his both hands.
“No, only Amazons can do that. The big ones.” She smiled at Thomas. Ana was becoming worried about Eric, who started to tremble in his chair from the anxiety, it was driving him insane and she could see by his eyes trying to cope with the turmoil of feelings over the presence of her amazonian muscular body. Ana looked around again and discreetly she knew what to do. She flexed her arm for him, then she puffed her chest. Ana could feel he was reaching the turning point and gave him a double flex of her arms. Each of her biceps were about twenty inches and even on her seven feet tall body it was very muscular. Each pose took him like an electrical shock.
Eric released a long sigh, he went in total bliss after her little show.
“Did you... did you wet your pants!” Thomas almost shouted at Eric.
“Shut up.” Eric responded a little ashamed.
“It really does work!” Thomas said in marvel with her breasts as nipples retracted. “What was that you were doing with your muscles?”
“Just part of the amazonian game.” She said when her super tall glass arrived.
“Shit, how I’ll stand up now?” Eric felt his wetness. He couldn’t look at her again, he felt weak, drained.
Ana said put her hand over his. “C’mon, guys. It was just an experiment. From now on, you will know when an Amazon is tricking with you.”
Eric never expected that watching a girl flexing her muscles would make him so excited. What stuck in his mind was that she was a MILF, a cougar. Was it some kind of Oedipus complex? He thought.
“Cover with this.” She passed Eric a beach towel. “Let’s go swim.”
“Hey, and about me? I’m still hard here. For how long I’ll be like this?” Protested Thomas.
“Just wait a little more...” She said. It felt very refreshing for her that two twenty something guys were so easy, but for the moment she wanted only Eric. Just the fact that he blew right there created a bond between the two.
Thomas waited for his damn tool to cool off. He tried to not look around or he would spot some beach goddess in a bikini and it would grow hard all over again. He saw his friend and the amazon cougar beyond the waves already kissing each other. At least in the water he could reach her lips easily. He lost his wingman, Thomas kept thinking. In NY Eric would need an expensive dinner and nightclubs to get a girl drunk enough to reach this point, in here just some coconuts and the Sun was sufficient.
After two beers Thomas was ready to leave the table. He knew that Eric wouldn’t come back so soon and he took the travel guide with him. Thomas walked and kept memorizing some basic phrases in Portuguese along the beach.
About half a mile walking he heard drums and people around in some kind of happening. In the middle of a crowd Thomas saw the most beautiful face towering over the people. In his quest for the tallest girl he could find, she was clearly the Holy Grail. Men with tambourines worshiped her amazonian body, she had to be a queen of a samba school, Thomas thought. Her skin was chocolate milk and her legs a mile long. She danced for the crowd around her in a skirt held just by her breasts and her butt cheeks, in a frenetic rhythm she wanted it to fall down. Her high platform heels she was almost eight feet tall, making Thomas speechless, never in school or college he felt so small, to him she was a goddess offering some mortals the gift of her immense perfection.
How could a girl so tall be so flawless, Thomas thought. The world beyond her shut off and all he could see was her wet glorious skin and an ass that could eclipse his entire body. With his mouth wide opened, she spotted him and came dancing in his direction. “The fuck...” His lips moved as she walked slowly towards him. The drum’s muse chose him.
The crowd opened space for her and Thomas, the drums and the caipirinha had poisoned his blood and awkwardly he tried to follow the beat. Everyone laughed but there was a warm feeling that he soon would be one of them. All he could see, smell and need was the mulata goddess that enchanted him.
Smiling all the way, she let Thomas to worship her. Thomas remembered one of the rules that Ana told and he fought to not touch her but she spun her body and he felt her skin so hot. Suddenly he wasn’t dancing so awkwardly anymore and people cheered him, she accelerated he moves over him, making the drummers to go faster and Thomas was lost in her gravity.
“Qual é seu nome” Thomas yelled up at her.
She bent down and kissed him on his cheek before returning to the tambourines. Thomas felt dizzy and needed to seat somewhere. Some even padded on his back congratulating him. Taking back his breath, Thomas kept watching her dancing non stop. It seemed she could do for hours if she wished. Anyway he would wait, he would not let her leave for nothing in this world.
So Thomas went fast to a bar bathroom, in a hurry he bought a bottle of water. When he came back the dancing circle was gone. “Where is she? Fuck! How can I be so stupid to lose an eight feet girl from my sight!?” He asked for her but most people didn’t understand his English. “Shit...”
4 - FROM SEATTLE TO ITACARÉ
“Shit... 89F!” In the cold snowing Seattle, Jeremy saw the weather on the southern side of the hemisphere. Jeremy was going to visit the other half of his family after five years.
“It’s summer down there.” Said his father.
“I know, dad. Summer on Christmas, women are boss.”
“We need to go shopping but I don’t have any clue on what to buy for them.”
“Do we really have to go?”
“It’s your mother. Don’t you want to see her?”
“Why they don’t come here? Why we have to go there?”
“Our home is too small for her family. Where would you put four girls and her husband here?” Jeremy’s father tried to reason with him. “Besides, it’s beautiful where they live, you remember, don't you?”
“It’s a hostel. Theme for a horror movie.”
“Well, I going to the mall. Any suggestions?”
“Cyanide.”
“Jeremy, you are not a kid anymore. Soon you’re going to college. Try to act according to your age for a change.” Said his father Anthony. He divorced his wife Mariana soon after Jeremy was born and she moved back to her country. Since then, every month she religiously sent checks for them, it was a little band-aid to clear the guilt she felt for not being there with her son.
Jeremy in his computer as always Facebooked her and found nothing about his mother or his half-sisters. There was a site of her resort and it had been updated recently, it grew bigger from the hostel he remembered, it had new buildings and even a heliport now, it was beautiful but he knew that websites were deceiving. On google maps he saw that Itacaré was secluded, just a river, the beach and the sea, there was no city nearby. “Oh, great, there will be nothing to do there.” For him the tropical landscape seemed like hell, he would die of boredom.
In a second big luggage over his bed he put his new Xbox, his PS4 and even a computer display in case there was no place to hook up his consoles. He added his notebook, external hard drives filled with downloaded movies, his tablet and even the old Zune entered the bag. He couldn’t pass the zipper around and decided to carry his CD cases in hand.
Jeremy was near to feel sick in thinking to be in the airplane tomorrow. The last Christmas five years ago with them was a nightmare, he hated to be around with his wealthy half-sisters, all younger than him. They made cruel jokes with him because he was an overweight little nerd and they were those blonde annoying know-it-all perfect kids. He’s not overweight anymore, but the scars were still there.
His mother was another issue that tried to avoid his whole life. As far as he was concerned, she abandoned him. He felt he didn’t owe nothing to her, he only replied to her emails when she sent him some expensive gift, all his consoles and computers were bought by her and sent to his address. He planned to avoid her and her other family locking himself in a bedroom and only come up in time to leave back home.
In the next day, the taxi arrived and Anthony saw his son struggling with two heavy cases. “What is that all that shit, Jeremy?”
He didn’t replied to his father and went directly to the taxi. Even with its wheels, it was too heavy for him to lift. The taxi driver put it on the trunk and Anthony locked the front door.
“I’m feeling that we are forget something...” Jeremy said to his father.
“I double checked everything, I turned off the gas, the water, our passports, travel checks... I triple checked to say the truth. It’ll be a long travel.”
In the taxi taking the route for the airport, Jeremy asked his father: “Why we’ll spend so much time there? It was her, isn’t it?”
“Mean your mother? Well, she’s feeling that she had lost touch with you.”
“I knew it! Why she just forget about us? It was her that left.”
“It’s complicated, Jeremy.”
After the check-in, Jeremy and Anthony waited some more time before embark. Anthony ate some peanuts while his son seemed concerned about something. “What is it?” He asked his son and heard his flight on the speakers. “Finally. Let’s go.”
Then, like a shock, Jeremy just remembered. “Dad, we must go back! Now! I forgot something!”
“What is it?”
“We must go back! Fucking shit!”
Anthony was scared that might be something like a water tap left open, or the back door unlocked. “My cases!” Jeremy said. “All my CD cases!”
“What?”
“All my games, dad! All of them!”
“Are you joking, right? C’mon, let’s get inside the plane.”
Jeremy started to walk in circles. “Fuck! Fuck... fuck... what the hell I’m going to do there now! I’m not going...”
Inside the plane Jeremy saw the snow almost covering everything, he hated himself for forgetting the most obvious thing. Now he had a ton of useless baggage without his games. For him the trip was doomed and was downhill from there. He didn’t speak a word to his father since they left Seattle, connected with Phoenix, or crossed the Equator. It felt like an abduction and all this quiet torture just made him to hate his mother even more.
When he was a kid, she visited them every three or four months, then it went every six months, a year, two years. Larger the gap, more resentment grew between the two. Jeremy found her the most beautiful woman in the world, smiley, loved to play with him. He cried every time she went back to her other family. Now with seventeen that woman didn’t exist anymore for him. He made it very clear the last time she spoke with him in his sixteenth anniversary, Jeremy felt nothing when he made her cry over the phone; it was his time to abandon her and Jeremy wanted to keep it this way.
At Manaus, in the middle of the Amazon, he and his father had to wait for the connection to Salvador, Bahia. “We’ll die here.” Jeremy complained at the humid heat. Anthony knew that his son wasn’t the best traveling companionship.
“Do you miss the snow?” Asked Anthony.
“Yes.”
“Do you still remember the name of your sisters, right?”
“No, I don’t.”
“You do... stop with this teen angst, Jeremy. You are too old for that.”
“Thaís, Gabriela, Priscila and Lana.”
“Who’s the youngest?”
“Priscila”
“The oldest?”
“Lana.” Jeremy answered. He remembered her very well, she was two years younger than him and knew how to surf already with ten years old. She had high aspirations and mocked that he had none. At first she tried to be nice to him, but he didn’t like her to be so close. Because of that Lana made her sisters to go after him, he still remember the laughs. He couldn’t understand a word, but whatever it was, it was hurtful. They would trash with his clothes, scare him with bugs planted in his bed, he became their pastime and no one helped him, even his father or his absent mother.
Now that they were all older, Lana with sixteen, Thaís fourteen, Gabriella twelve and Priscila with ten, Jeremy wondered if they would remember him too.
“Do I really have to go? It’s a two hours trip. Why don’t you rent them a helicopter.” Lana complained to her mother at the door of the 4x4 Landrover.
“It’s your brother. And we’ll receive them at the airport.” Jeremy’s mother said to her amazon daughter.
“Really, mom, are you sure of that? He was such a prick the last time he came here. Are you sure that he wasn’t swapped at the hospital when he was born?”
It made Jeremy’s mother to halt. Lana knew she had pinched some exposed nerve right there. For a moment she thought that her mother would slap her for that, but Mariana recomposed herself. “What a terrible thing to say. I think they swapped you.” She was also an amazon but not as tall as Lana. “Thaís! Are you coming?” She shouted.
“Coming.” The other amazon answered.
The truck wasn’t projected to carry three amazons of seven feet high. Lana, the tallest of them had to spread her legs to fit in the confined space. “My god, you two. When will you stop using the pink lotion so much?” Mariana said looking at Lana’s legs at her side. “Aren’t you big enough?”
“It’s the Sun, mom.” Lana said. “It’s not our fault. We just use a little, but the Sun...”
“A little? I see you both using it everyday. Look at your breasts! It’s gotten far bigger than mine.” Her mother protested while entering the interstate.
“It’s not my fault guys like them this size.” Lana said covering them a little more with her tight shirt.
“Not all guys like size.” Her mother said. “And this shirt?! Are you going to receive your brother with this huge boobs of yours popping out of it?”
“Mom. Stop it. You are freaking out.” Said Lana. “I wear this everyday... by the way it’s they that call for the Sun, they like to sprout. It’s not my fault.”
“Nothing is your fault, isn’t it, Lana? I don’t even know why I let you use the lotion. You both should have grown like me, a small normal youth. So you would know how blessing is to be an Amazon.”
“Mom...” Thaís intervened. “That time is over. We were born Amazons. If you deprived us from it would be a disaster, can you imagine it?”
“But you abuse it. I don’t even want to think about how Priscila will be at your age. At ten she’s stronger than your father. And she likes those... muscles. I never understand your obsession with muscles.”
“Like you don’t have those.” Thaís said pointing at her mother biceps at the wheel.
Mariana flexed her eighteen inches arms. “It’s good to be in shape. It’s healthy. But for you it’s some kind of game. Who grow bigger... it’s so pointless.”
“And I’m winning.” Lana said flexing her twenty-two inches with a stupid grin in her face.
“It’s because you’re older.” Thaís responded to the provocation.
“At my age...” Her mother said. “I would be a freak with those muscles.”
“The times are changing, mom.” Thaís said flexing her twenty inches. “Biceps are the new breasts.”
“Don’t forget about quads... and the calves” Lana added caressing her muscular legs.
“Every muscle is the new breasts.” Thaís said. “Bigger the better.”
Their mother eye rolled at them. “What if being thin is back as the new thing. There would be no hope for you two.”
“It’ll never going to happen.” Lana said. “Speaking of it, I guess your other son never came close of an Amazon, right? Isn’t it a taboo in US?”
“He’s your brother, Lana, not my other son.” Mariana corrected her.
“Hell, he’ll have a shock isn’t he?” Said Thaís. “I remember of him saying that would grow up bigger and get even someday... funny.”
“I was already bigger than him...” Said Lana. “Now I’m bigger than any men would hope to be and I’m just sixteen! Shouldn’t we plant some bugs in his bed to remember the old days?” She asked her sister who nodded laughing.
Mariana got enraged of hearing her two amazon daughters speaking of him like that, the veins in her neck pulsed angrily. “Stop it!” She shouted at them. “Because of you he hates us! He hates ME because you! Of what you’ve done to him the last time Jeremy came here. He’s my son! He’s no less than any of you! I’ll fucking trash your pretty faces if you do any harm to him in any way. I mean it!”
“Cool off, mom, no one will touch your precious baby.” Lana said. With that the two hours travel to airport came to a silence.
Jeremy was getting nauseous as he saw the airport by the window. It was a long voyage and it was just the beginning. He would have to see Lana and her sisters again. He prayed for the plane to crash in the landing.
The pilots landed the craft smoothly, they were the first amazons he saw up close. They were six feet tall and dressed like superheroines. It was the nicest thing he saw in the entire trip.
At the airport, Anthony saw his son’s huge baggage in the rails. “I wont carry that.” He warned him.
Jeremy’s huge bag broke one of its wheels and was too heavy to lift. He dragged it to the airport lobby, when two muscular legs filled his vision. “I’ll carry that, champ.” Said a female voice.
Jeremy took a step back and looked up recognizing his half-sister. “Thaís?”
Jeremy saw another pair of long muscular legs behind her and they belonged to the girl that he most despised in the whole world. “Lana?” She was seven feet high, his face reached the bottom of her breasts. Suddenly someone grabbed him by the armpits lifting until he met his mother’s face.
“I missed you so much!” Mariana said to her son. “Thank God you’re here.” She kissed him all over his face like a child.
“Mom?!” Asked Jeremy looking perplexed at her face. “You’ve grown!?”
She laughed. “A little.”
“A little?” His feet couldn’t reach the floor, he knew about the amazons, but didn’t expect that his mother would became one so fast.
“You had grown, you became a young man! Remember your sisters?”
The muscular amazons waved their hands to him. Both of them were bigger than his already big mother. Anthony could not believe that the amazon in front of him was his ex-wife. He knew that she was underway to be an amazon, but he doesn’t expected that she would grow two feet higher than the 5’3 tall woman that he knew one day. “My God, Mariana, you became a giant.” He said.
“We have too much Sunlight here.” She repeated her daughter excuse.
Thaís and Lana carried their baggage easily as it was empty. “And I thought that I used too much baggage.” Said Lana.
“Don’t ask me.” Anthony responded.
“I can walk.” Jeremy said to his mother. He felt very uncomfortable of her breasts pressing over his entire chest. His mind had to deal with the memories of his mother as young age, and she being an amazon made him to recall those memories. She was pretty as Jeremy remembered her, maybe even more, but it wouldn’t make him forgive her in any way.
They loaded the Landhover and Jeremy saw his father taking the front passenger seat. It meant he had to go with his sisters in the back seat. Thaís padded its seat inviting him. “Let’s go, Jeremy, it’s a two hours travel.”
He sat by her side and Lana seated on his other side. Jeremy was sandwiched by the two amazons that filled his entire space. Even in a huge truck like that, there was no room for their muscular legs, their breasts bounced near at his face and their heavy shoulders and arms were almost rested over him. He felt like a midget.
“So, are you ready for another tropical Christmas?” Thaís asked down at him.
“I miss the snow...” Jeremy said as the car movement compressed him even more between his two heavy sisters. “Not that I care too much, it’s just different.”
Lana felt his tiny 5‘8 feet body against her, it made her remember when she first started to feel something about boys. Living away secluded surrounded just by her family, it was difficult to have contact with the another sex besides older people. Jeremy was two years older but he was the first boy she met at her age. He came from United States and knew all about trends, all the new movies, and even showed her how to speak a little bit of English. To her he was the kid who knew it all. At that time in her mother’s resort even the dial-up Internet was hard to get and he had any new series and music that she never heard of. Lana loved to listen to him, of how Disneyland looked like, its rides, of the hard candies she would never taste; but then, suddenly, he backed away. She would never forget the day that Jeremy treated her as a freak because she kissed him on his cheek. Never.
“In case you’re wondering, we have Internet here.” Said Lana.
“That’s a relief.” He said. “I can’t live without it.”
“There is life beyond the internet, you know it, right? Lana said back.
“I searched for you in Facebook... didn’t find any of you.”
Thaís laughed. “We use Orkut here for ages, didn’t you make your homework?”
Jeremy was surprised that they would knew English so well, he knew that Amazons had a more enhanced ability to learn than normal people, but then he didn’t expect them to be advanced Amazons in such an age. “My bad, so... you use that pink upsidedown sunblock and grow big? Weird.”
“We need the Sun.” Said Lana. “Why? Are we too big?”
Jeremy saw that Lana wasn’t too friendly and he didn’t want to mess with a seven foot teenager that was muscular as an ox. “No... just asking.”
“I might grow well over seven feet.” She responded plainly down at him. “Does it scare you?”
Jeremy decided that was better to stop chatting.
Arriving in the resort, Mariana decided to let Jeremy to use one of the bungalows for himself. “Just for me?” Jeremy was surprised. It was seaside with all modern comforts, in his huge bed had a thermostat and a transparent LED screen attached in front of a large window to the sea.
“Yes, just for you. Of course you will dinner with us, don’t you?” His amazonian mother asked down at him. She felt that was better for him a separate place from her family to avoid conflicts or any other pressure.
He couldn’t answer any other thing. “Sure.”
“You must be tired, relax here a little bit.”
“Thanks.” He saw Lana carrying his baggage and feared that she might drop it on purpose. “Let me help you.”
“Don’t need.”
“Please. Don’t strain yourself.”
“Okay.” She left all its weight on his hands that was unbearable to him and crashed over the floor opening up splashing all his hardware over the floor.
“Oh, Fuck.” All his consoles, computer and displays fell around her feet.
“What is all that?” Lana said picking it up. “Video games?” She looked at him like he was from another planet.
“Just a few. I mean... well, it is...” Jeremy said a little ashamed.
“Well, want to see the rest of the resort?” She asked him not really wanting too.
“Maybe later...” His mother and half sister left him. He went to the bed and finally could breath a little. Looking around he perceived how tall everything was, the ceiling, the nine feet tall door frame and even his bed or the bathroom. It were all projected for the amazonian scale.
After sleeping for some hours, someone knocked his door.
“Already?” Jeremy saw that was night, he hadn’t adapted to the Atlantic time yet. Opening the door he saw a girl tall as he was. “Priscila? Is that you?”
“...é.” She said. Just in shorts and a top he could see that a child of just ten years was outmuscling him. “Eating is ready... is that right?”
“Dinner... that’s the word.”
“Dinner is ready. Vem...” She took his hand pushing him.
Jeremy needed to change his clothes and to take a bath, but Priscila didn’t understand a word and didn’t left his hand. Her legs were longer than his and couldn’t quite keep her pace. He couldn’t believe that her parents would let a child to become an amazon so early. It would never be allowed in US. How she treats the boys in her age? Jeremy thought. She had the strength of an adult. He wondered the authority any father would have over her. Priscila kept talking and pointing things to him and he didn’t understand a word. “Yes, nice, nice.” Jeremy said to her in hope that she stops talking.
Like the rest of the resort, her home was also scaled for amazons, huge doors and high ceilings. Even the steps carved in the stone were a little too high for him.
Inside he understood why she was in hurry, they were all waiting for him at the table.
“Antes tarde que nunca.” Lana mumbled to her sisters. “Tô faminta.”
“In English. So your brother can understand it.” Her mother said. Lana didn’t bother to translate it.
“How are you Jeremy?” Said a man in his forties. It was Pedro, it was him that his mother married after leaving his father. He was carrying an immense lasagna in his hands. “Hope you like it.”
“Sure.” Jeremy said like he was forced to eat it. Anthony couldn’t stand the rude attitude Jeremy kept having since they left Seattle. An old lady at end of the table was staring at him, finally a woman that wasn’t a giantess, Jeremy thought. He seated at her side and said “Hi.”
“Mom.” Said Pedro at her ears. “Remember Jeremy?”
“Finalmente alguém normal nessa casa.” She said picking up the wine and Jeremy’s stepsisters laughed.
“What she said?” Anthony asked.
“She said, finally someone in this house who isn’t a freak.” Mariana translated. Jeremy laughed alone and saw his stepsisters giving that disapproval stare.
“Grandma would be in a better shape if she accepted the new rules.” Said Gabriela, a twelve years old amazon. “At the least she would hear us.”
“I heard you.” The old lady said. “I know some English too, I don’t need your... enhanced intelligence to speak it. I learned on my own way without your artificial treatments. It’s an absurd what you did with your bodies. Look at him...” She pointed at Pedro. “He’s the housewife, she’s the provider. It’s all wrong. He cooks while she brings money to this table. É um absurdo.” She said at her amazon granddaughters with disgust.
“We have guests here, can we talk about pleasant things?” Mariana said.
“Grandma still lives in the 20th century. I would love to have a hubby like dad.” Thaís added. “How can anyone be against something that make you faster, stronger, smarter? I just don’t get it.”
“It is not natural.” Retorted the grandmother.
“It is natural.” Gabriela said. “It’s just some flowers and some berries. The Sun just enhances the effect where you use it.”
“In America they don’t use it.” The old lady said at her tall and young granddaughter. “They abolished it. They are way more civilized than here. They even have treatment to remove it from the affected.”
It infuriated Lana. “That is inhuman and a crime!” She shouted and then turned to Jeremy: “Americans... we should invade that country for the crimes against humanity they did.”
Jeremy didn’t want to intervene but no one would badmouth his country, specially her. “Do you know what Amazons like you did there? They killed people. Cruelly. Good thing they banned it. Too much blood were already shed.”
“But your army uses it...” Lana said. “Convenient, isn’t it?”
Mariana didn’t like to where this conversation was heading. “Lana, please.”
Jeremy wouldn’t leave it like that. “That’s different! How a soldier would fight against people like you? At least their cause is a necessity, it’s noble, not like you that uses it for...”
“For what?” Lana said adjusting her chest at him and putting her muscular arms over the table.
“Nevermind. Let’s not talk about that. Your mother is right.” Jeremy said not aware that was hurting his mother feelings.
Gabriela saw her mother watering her eyes and said to him: “She’s your mother too, Jeremy.”
“Sorry...” Jeremy said looking at his plate. “...mom.”
“It’s going to rain, isn’t it?” Pedro said at the window. No one answered him and they ate the rest of the dinner in silence, the food and wine didn’t taste so well anymore.
5 - FROM PARIS TO JARDINS
Those who hate the world are the first ones who want it for themselves. Tânia Velasques would say in her interviews. “I’m not that kind of person, I never felt regret, never being so hurt that I couldn’t forgive.” She said in her sweet French.
In her newly constructed penthouse right above the glamorous victorian boutique built under her personal supervision, the 7’4 feet genius was the chief of operations of the Angra investment bank. Her portfolio was aimed at the New Horizons Ventures, financing any business related to the Flavor phenomena, she held the keys for the amazon market, funding small business like resorts and travel agencies to huge companies in the fashion market to military contracts. She was part of the nexus that would change the world and she still hadn’t reach 25 years old.
The French interviewer did a deep research for over a year on her earlier life, he found evidences that conflicted with her official biography. He was warned multiple times to not bring such questions to the table, the few people who talk in disclosure with him seemed afraid or paranoid. Yet she sounded so opened to him, charming even. With her colorful and magnetic violet eyes, a flawless exquisite beauty and speaking his own language so well, it almost make him to question his own research. He knew by experience that Amazons could enchant any normal person, in France many women were starting to adopt this new way of life, and surely, like all men, he had fears to where it might lead. Brazil was the right place to exam since most of the female population was seduced by the flavor incredible gifts. Tânia Velasques was the most successful amazon, an example for so many of women seeking fortune out there using intellect instead of their abundant female qualities.
“Can I ask a personal question?” He asked. “Did you always had your eyes violet? Or it was another effect of your transformation?”
“Transformation is such an inappropriate word...” Tânia said smiling and crossing her muscular legs in her seat. “My... becoming doesn’t have anything to do with my eyes color.”
“I found a photo...” He said opening his case. It surprised her, Tânia was sure that every old photograph of her was destroyed. “...of you as a baby.” He said.
“How did you find it? I didn’t even know it existed!” Said Tânia holding it thinking who might gave it to him.
“You see, brown eyes.” He pointed out. “Browns rarely change to another color. I think you are the very first case.” Tânia could see already that this interviewer had other intentions than promote his magazine. Violet eyes were a side effect from the Flavor excesses over the female brain, which happens when its essence is smoked or sniffed like cocaine.
“Surprising, my mother never told me that.” She said.
“So, we can say that one day you were just like other people, ordinary like me, brown eyes, average height... what are your memories from that time? Could you resume it in one word?”
“Ordinary.” Her smile was gone. She wasn’t interested in the interview anymore, Tânia just judged what would be his fate instead.
“Do you still keep contact with your friends from school? Any of them?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Let me fix something first...” She bent down closer of him, her deep cleavage inches from his face. It made him a little afraid, he knew rumors about her and no living person could confirm it. Tânia extended her arm over him and he saw her twenty-five biceps to rise from her delicate sleeve. His pulse reacted fast.
He heard a smashing sound coming from her hand. His recorder device was mangled and destroyed inside her palm. Tânia went back to her seat and smiled like a waitress offering more coffee: “Now you can ask me whatever you want, darling.” She said crossing her muscular tights back.
He started to tremble. “W... why you destroyed my recorder?”
“Isn’t that obvious?” She beamed at him. Something about her toothy smile froze his soul. “Fire away, Sherlock.”
He looked for the closest exit and remembered she locked the door. “I... you... want to finish this interview?” He was alone with her in an apartment larger then a football field. No one would hear him scream.
“That depends. What do you really want to know about me?” Tânia graciously asked again. She wanted every bit of information to trace down all the people who gave him information about her past. “Give me a real interview, I’m tired of most of interviews, they are so shallow... so boring. Asking me who I’m dating, what clothes I wear, how I find such shoes. But you seem to want to know more than my lifestyle. Don’t you?”
Was she seducing him? He wished. “All right... no recordings, then. I understand. So, tell me... about...” He was unable to formulate a question. Her beauty, her size, strength and intelligence were all too intimidating and he thought that was prepared for that. The simple act of her crushing his old time pet recorder made his wall of psychological protection to collapse.
“How about my youth?” She helped him.
“Y... yes, I didn’t found many details about your school... it seems it was demolished after a fire.”
She lightened a pink long cigarette from a golden box by her side. It’s smoke had a pink color. “Pity... isn’t it?”
He smelled a sweet aroma he never felt before along with her sarcasm. It was a blend of tobacco mixed with some treatment with the flavor, a very secret recipient. It also affects the mood of an Amazon, they avoided to do it near people for safety, the other people’s safety. “Did you were a good student?””
The smoke was making her high. The flavor kick was different of any other, it was the caffeine multiplied by alcohol and ecstasy. “I tried. But most teachers didn’t paid any attention to me... poor girl.” She smiled when remembered that most of them had a grave now.
“How would you define yourself when you were a teenager.”
“Fat as a whale, then thin as a skeleton, then it was over... I had some tiny little eating disorders.”
“Like what?”
“I was morbid obese all my childhood, then became an anorexic when I became a teenager... I almost died both ways...” Tânia said with some pain recalling those lonely years. Years that she never talked with anyone. “...can you imagine how nice is to burp in front of all your classmates every week? Over your own books? The smell of your clothes after it? Your mother calling you of a failure? This is something that everyone should experience...”
“Other kids tormented you because of that?” He was surprised that she was opening those wounds to him. It was exactly what he found in his research, denied by her publicists who spoke of her like some kind of deity of perfection.
“Sure... it’s human behavior isn’t it...” Tânia dragged on her cigarette, another effect of smoking the Flavor was the hardening of her muscles, veins started to show under her skin while her mind was sharpening, focusing on her target in front of her.
“Why you keep such secrecy about it? You became the greatest example of how to overcome those traumas.”
“Who said I overcame it? What if I became a sociopath? Like what the people said about me in your inquiries...”
He started to sweat more. “Sorry? Sociopath? Are you joking, right?”
“I would be one little sweet girl if I had a lovely family, caring friends... a boyfriend... instead I only met disgust. Fingers were pointed at me at class, at home. Everything they hated about themselves were thrown at me. They all found an easy target to discharge, me. Needing their help was asking for more pain. Maybe that explain my lack of empathy for my own species... maybe I’m just a monster created by other monsters.”
“Wh... what happened to your family, your father...”
“After the first kill, it gets so fucking easier...” She said high on her drug rolling her tongue in her french eyeing on him like a prey.
He stood up. “I must stop this interview... goodbye, Ms.Velasques. This is enough.” He went to the door and was locked, the windows were sound proof, the silence of the room was eerie.
Amused, Tânia stood up. Her stylish high heels echoed as she walked to a table and opened another golden box and sniffed a pink powder. “Why don’t you ask me how I killed him?” She said closing her eyes feeling its heavy kick. “I would love to talk about that.”
“Please, open the door!” He was starting to desperate as he saw her wide back flaring even more like she was growing even more muscles. He could see every striation becoming apparent, her golden skin with polished boulders all over her back and arms. The blood filled to her muscles stretching them, she felt pumped with just one sniff. She took another one.
Cleaning her nose, Tânia turned to him and laughed as he was cornered himself in the far side of the room. “You could ask how I killed the love of my life... my ex... even my competitors... I love when they call me a Witch.” She flexed for herself in a mirror in love with it her reflexion.
“Please, Ms.Velasques, let me go... I wont do anything. I promise.”
“I wasn’t an Amazon yet when I threw gasoline on my father’s bed. Maybe was easier to just light a fire on his breath...” She joked coming closer of him. “Don’t blame it on the drug... I’m just a troubled girl... with more money and power that you could phantom to imagine.” She approached the piano and slammed it with her fist destroying its legs making a thunderous sound. “And so sexy that twists the mind of lesser ones like you...” Tânia puffed her chest and her nipples started to hardening in her dress. “I should be locked in jail indeed,” She laughed when he fell over his knees overwhelmed by pheromones stronger than any known drug in existence, he felt his head to pulse almost painfully as his heart started to pump in a dangerous pressure. “Who gave you that photography?”
He was feeling numb, at that level, the pheromones flushed like it had a ring closing tighter and tighter around his dick. “You are going to lose your pencil cock if you don’t tell me in some seconds...” Her nipples pocked even more while she just watched his pain.
“Your cousin... Pedro...”
“Really? I should know better about him.” Tânia flexed her entire body, concentrating even more on her deadly aphrodisiacal venom. “Well, darling...” She said puffing her chest even more, the dress tore around her lats and her shoulders, falling from her 7’6 tall frame. “...your interview was a pleasure.”
His heart started to fail, his brain blacked out and fell to the floor as if someone had cut his strings.
“So easy to break their hearts...” Tânia pressed button from her table. Another amazon built like a tank entered the room, a complete muscle nut with muscles over muscles tortured the wooden floor with her boots. “Cristina, I have something to dispatch...”
“Will you want its ashes?”
“Do I?” Tânia though while rubbing her thick nipple while Cristina with a glove lifted the dead body by its neck. “Yes, I want the ashes, C.”
“It might take a while.”
“But have a place for him in my collection already, C...” She lightened another pink cigarette while browsing the dead interviewer documents. “Pedro...” Tânia said to herself looking at herself as a baby. “It’s time for his beautiful daughters to be a little bit closer of their potential.” She said to herself while burning the baby’s photo with a lighter.
6 - FROM ALBUQUERQUE TO IBITUBA
Gerald, father of three, married for twenty years. A lovely home. He worked hard and deserved every comfort that the American way of life could still provide.
Until he traveled to Brazil.
Verônica wasn't just a seven foot tall Amazon, or even just a woman. She was a hermaphrodite. The Flavor had a special effect on people of her kind, she had to work hard to not let her muscles to grow massively. Any type of laborious physical work could make them sprout to bodybuilder levels; she indeed did have the best of both worlds, but it was also a double curse. There was no way to mistaken her for a man, because of the flavor effects on her breasts, waist, butt, but on her front side there was a huge monster wanting to escape of its cage all the time. Sometimes she condemned her religious parents to not remove it as a baby, sometimes she screamed thanks to God while fucking and pounding an Amazon to the extreme.
She would never fuck a man like she does with those enhanced girls. It would cripple them.
But men could pay higher.
Surely her price was stratospheric, she was real life fantasy for the few wealthy men who never dreamed that such a being could exist. Verônica was one in a million and she knew it. Most of her close friends said that she would win thousands if she did movies and open a web site. She responded to them that their parents and family would die if they knew about her real life.
Besides her splendorous beauty, a wonderful personality and a voluptuous body even for the Amazonian standards, she lived secluded from the world. She couldn't handle the wide open stares at the thing between her legs and there was no way to hide it. The only clothes she could use were puffed dresses and still it was hard to camouflage its volume. "Why I do this to myself..." She asked herself passing the pink lotion on her mutant genitals. Verônica would never understand her own obsession with her cock. It made her feel like freak but also unique. For ages she kept swearing for herself it would be the last time. "Only on my breasts for now on..." She needed the fix and used it as a lube, the best way she knew to satiate its hunger.
She also tried the most to avoid any effort whatsoever, even to walk around the neighborhood. It would make her legs pumped. She had to ask her neighbors to lift heavy things for her, even opening the fridge would help her muscles to grow. It was an effect of using the flavor as lube too much, she suspected. "Why I can't be like another girls?" She whispered over the window watching some little girls playing in the sunny park of the small city she lived.
At least her clients made her feel better. Their fat wallets and expensive gifts to be more specific.
Gerald was so obsessed about Verônica that he was ready to sell one of his three luxurious cars without his wife knowing.
"You can't afford her anymore, Gerald." Her manager typed on the instant messenger.
"But she already have everything, twenty thousand is way too much." He typed back.
"I know some other friends at this price range that you might like..."
"I want her."
"I'm sorry, Gerald. I must go. Bye." Her online manager turned Gerald off. Gerald started to bankrupt his family with his expensive trips to Brazil. They still didn't know how much they lost to an altered amazon in another country for the last three years. How would he pay for his kids college? He promised to buy a car to each son, but now he made empty excuses because there was no money left in the bank. Still he wanted to sell one of his cars and needed more.
"15 thousand." The car dealer said.
"This is not near enough..." Mumbled Gerald.
"I'm sorry."
Gerald was an honest man his whole life, he was known because of him integrity and amazingly it helped to ascend in the city's Public Office. In the city accounts he helped to manage millions of dollars in funds, pensions and salaries everyday. It was his life, but then he started to think in to give it all to Verônica, maybe he could start anew with her far from his dull routine that was obligated to have, so he could build to Verônica a palace where he could see her becoming bigger, higher, more of a goddess than any other women alive. His daydream ended when his boss entered his office: "Gerald, we need to end the draft for next year budget... Do you have your figures done, right? Why it is not on my table?"
He did nothing for the last few weeks.
Gerald was facing bankruptcy, probably a divorce in the future, his kids's life were ruined, he had a lot of late work and might never see his goddess again.
"Fuck it all." He said to himself.
The loyal employee wrote down offshore accounts that the office used for many surplus and holes in the accounts, many times he supported shadowy schemes for the sake of his job. Gerald opened a spreadsheet to start his own scheme. "Thirty-two millions..." It was a death sentence and he knew it. He locked it all in a single account after two hours of work. Over the phone he spoke trying to fake his boss voice. "Yes, the transfer will be made tomorrow. No... I love your bank. Bye." He hung up the phone with his heartbeatings on overdrive. "What I've done?!"
He acted on impulse and now it was too late. If it didn't work the police would arrest him on the next hours. He was lucky that most people were leaving early, but he knew that on the next day they will appear with a flamethrower searching for him. He needed to act fast, but never in his life he needed to act fast. He checked his passport, he took the last ten thousand from his own account and took a taxi to the airport.
No one would expect that Gerald would make such an insanity. All of it for a princk lady down the Equator. Without any baggage, Gerald entered the plane knowing that he would never return. It all weighted on his shoulders at that moment: his wife waiting him for dinner, his colleagues discovering he stole thirty-two million, his kids asking for him. Gerald took a deep breath and said: "Sayonara."
Verônica had her toes painted in the city's only manicure. The lady painting such a perfect feet could not stop glancing at the girl's package. Verônica with all her money owned the city. It's only supermarket, the bakery, pharmacy, stores were all administrated by the iron fist of her parents. No one knew from where her money came from; to attend her clients Verônica frequently leaves the small city going to a big apartment studio she had in the megalopolis of São Paulo. Verônica could live there, but Ibituba, her city, was the only place she could walk in public without the shame of having a cock bigger than most men fists inside her skimpy clothes.
She also promoted the Flavor flowers and berries around her little city. All teenage girls used for themselves without needing to pay for it. Little by little Verônica was becoming the queen of the city she was born. At first she did it all for her father's retirement, but with so much money coming every week she played the provider for the city. The church was reformed, she built a football field for the school and sooner she would make so much more as her worldwide prestige grew with her.

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