Hero of the House

By Helplesscase

 

#1 Introduction #2 Julie Extends The Olive Branch #3 A More Measured Approach

 

#1 Introduction

 

Captain Freedom strode across the atrium of the Hall of Heroes. The hall was buzzing with technicians and others crisscrossing the hall, busily performing the many jobs it took to maintain a Hero fortress and monitor the world’s villains. Captain Freedom strode briskly, his tall form easily looking straight ahead over the swarm of workers below his line of vision. One of them apologized for not getting out of his way as he walked. It was no bother to Captain Freedom, who barely noticed the smaller body glance off his side and stumble into another worker. The hero stopped in front of Professor Z, his fist resting on his hip. "So you have a new side kick for me to meet?" The hero asked smallish bald man in front of him.

 

"Yes, I do." The man answered.

 

"I hope he's more capable of fighting villains than the last two side kicks you brought me. The last one lasted less than a month."

 

"Yes, your sidekicks have a knack for falling into harms way."

 

"That's the job.” The hero answered confidently. “Besides, sidekicks aren’t exactly what they used to be. The last one was a bit on the small side for a hero. And what kind of special ability is super hair growth anyway? He could grow a disguise, sure. But then a wig does the same thing. He that annoying habit of braiding it into a rope, instead of simply using the zip line in his utility belt."

 

"I think you will find your new sidekick to be much more useful." Professor Z said.

 

"Well what are his special abilities?"

 

"I'll let her tell you." Professor Z answered. He raised his wrist communicator to his mouth and said, "Send in Lady Justice."

 

“A woman!? You have to be kidding me! How am I supposed to fight with a wo-...” His jaw froze in mid sentence as a long haired figure strode into the room.

 

"Oh my gosh, it's really you!” The woman said when she saw him. "You are my son's favorite hero! He collects all of your action figures!" The woman gushed.

 

The hero found himself looking her straight in the eye. Actually, was she about an inch taller than him? Perhaps her boots gave her a couple of inches. She was dressed in a plum colored body suit and had small mask across her eyes. She had a wide beautiful smile, that made him immediately more guarded.

 

"I'm sorry, I must have made you uncomfortable. Let me introduce myself first. I'm Julie." She held her hand out toward him.

 

Slowly the male hero took her hand. "I'm Captain Freedom, as you apparently already know."

Julie remembered Professor Z's warning that Captain Freedom would take time to warm up to a new hero. "Oh, of course. I meant to say that I'm Lady Justice. Sorry, this is all still new to me, this persona." She gestured her hands down her body. "I mean this is the second time I've even ever put this suit on." Both men ran their eyes down the skin tight suit made for her unique body. Professor Z made a mental note to have her suit reinforced across the front of her very formidable chest, where two very large bumps were betraying her excitement.

 

“So...” Captain Freedom said, forcing his gaze up from the same area, “What is your special ability?”

 

“Strength.” She said. “Well I guess that’s already obvious to you.” She lifted an arm into a quick curl and motioned casually toward her thick bulging biceps. Dropping her arm she continued, “Oh, and I guess quickness. I have pretty good reflexes. And hyper senses.”

 

“Is that all?” Captain Freedom asked.

 

“Pretty much.” She shrugged humbly. “Nothing as impressive as your ability to hold your breath for 10 minutes under water. That is amazing.” She said.

 

“Well, I guess it comes in useful from time to time.” Captain Freedom smirked.

 

“Don’t forget your other ability Lady Justice.” Professor Z said.

 

“Well, I’m still developing it, but it seems that I have a special intuition for reading emotions.”

 

“Ha!” Captain Freedom laughed. “That’s a good one. A woman who dwells on emotions as a SPECIAL ability.”

 

The woman’s expression became puzzled. Professor Z jumped in again by suggesting to Lady Justice that she wait for them in the debriefing room. “The evil Dr. Destruction’s henchmen have been spotted and we have a special mission for the two of you.” Lady Justice smiled and nodded before leaving.

 

Two female technicians walked into the hall, passing her as she left. “Did you see the size of that woman? She looked amazing!” One said quietly to her friend.

 

“Yeah, finally a woman who can kick a little butt around here.” The two giggled.

 

The two men turned toward each other. “Just give her a chance,” the professor said. “She did very well in her training.”

 

“Do I have a choice?” The hero asked.

 

“No, not really.”

 

“Can I at least get armor plates built into my suit like she has?” He patted his stomach.

 

“She doesn’t have armor plates. That is just her abdomen.” The Professor answered.

 

Later that night, Julie walked into her house. Her husband was in his recliner watching basketball. “Are the kids in bed?” She asked as she closed the door.

 

“Yup.” He answered without turning.

 

Julie kicked her sneakers off and placed them neatly next to her husband’s, which were about one third shorter than hers. She went to the couch and sat. She started to roll up the sleeves of her baggy sweat shirt, but caught herself and rolled them back down. She casually straightened the wrinkles on her oversized sweat pants as she said, “Whew, I had quite a night.”

 

“Really?” He asked, still not looking her way.

 

“Yes, I met my new team tonight and we had our first assignment.”

 

“That’s nice.” The man said, glancing briefly over to his wife. She saw his expression go vacant when his eyes met hers. She had become very familiar with this expression from men. She smiled lovingly at him and he swallowed a dry lump in his throat. She had always considered herself “cute” before the accident, but something about her face now made a lot of men turn to mush. His eyes flickered down and he turned back to the television. “The kids and I had a busy night too.” He said in an almost angry defiant tone.

 

“Did you like the souffle I made for dinner?” She asked.

 

“Oh yeah, it was fine.” He answered. “Welp, I’m tired already. I think I’m going to bed.” He got up and forced a smile but didn’t take his eyes off the floor as he headed upstairs.

 

Julie sighed sadly. Was she that hard to look at that he couldn't even stay in the same room as her for more than a minute? She walked into the kitchen and surveyed the dirty dishes. She rolled her sleeves up now, revealing her steeply tapered, rippling forearms. She cleaned up the kitchen, picked up the living room a bit, and decided to go to bed as well. She went into the guest room, down the hall from their bedroom. Ever since the accident, this had become her room. She didn’t even turn the light on. She peeled her sweats from her body and slipped under the covers. She laid there and recounted her first real day of action as a hero, taking on real henchmen in hand to hand combat. It had been thrilling to work side by side with Captain Freedom to uncover an evil plot. 

 

Captain Freedom seemed especially difficult to talk to on the flight there and the flight back. She had nervously filled the air with her story. How she was a stay at home mom, who had just picked up a part time night shift cleaning the labs. And how an extraordinary accident at a lab one night transformed her from a 36 year old petite soccer mom into a crime fighter. But Captain Freedom barely seemed to pay attention, and he said almost nothing about himself.

 

 

#2 Julie Extends The Olive Branch

 

Julie leaned closer to the mirror as she applied mascara to her long lashes. The 36 year old mother of two hadn’t dolled herself up like this since before the accident. That had been more than four months ago now. She drew a line of dark red lipstick across her plush lips and pursed them at her reflection. Her lips were fuller now, after the accident. Her skin was softer and more elastic everywhere. She winked at her reflection and smiled. No more crows feet around her eyes. She had the complexion of a vibrant 24 year old now. She picked up a glass of wine and took a long sip as she evaluated her outfit in the mirror. Her smile faded when she focused on the poor fit of her clothes. Her tank top didn't quite reach her waistline, and it seemed childish to show her middriff like that. But her bosom took up a lot of material, and the top did hug her torso nicely. She hated the way those baggy sweats she felt compelled to wear around the house made her look fat. She didn’t want to hide her curves tonight. Her skirt only reached midway to her knees, showing more leg than any skirt she had worn in a long, long, time. It wasn't that the skirt was necessarily short, so much as her legs were long. Her husband was very conservative about things like how people dressed. Oh well, she thought, I'm not leaving the house anyway. He must find me at least a LITTLE attractive, she thought. After all, some men at the Hall of Heros practically melted around her. She noticed how tautly her skirt hugged her thick apple shaped rear as well. Another new asset from the accident. She normally kept her hair tied up in a pony tail at home, but today she left her hair to fall down around her shoulders, just as she knew he had always liked. A bit plain, but again, her hair was so much fuller and shinier since the accident that it still looked as if she had put effort into it. Draining the rest of the glass, she knew she had to hurry to get ready before her husband got home.

 

Derek walked into the house and dropped his laptop bag on the couch. He walked into the kitchen and froze in his tracks at the sight of his wife standing there. Julie watched him take her in for several seconds. She didn't rush him, she just observed his reaction to her. She had learned a lot about reading people recently from her special training. Despite his attempt to look casual, she could see the tightness in his shoulders and face. She could see the mixed emotions in his wide flickering eyes. She would have been nervous if it hadn’t been for the amount of wine she'd just consumed. Of course this was the first time he’d seen her in anything other than sweat shirts and sweat pants for months - ever since the accident. Had she overdone it? She had spent hours internally debating whether to wear the heels she had spent so much money on. In a brash move she had talked herself into wearing them. They added a few more inches to her height, but they had sexy little straps that she knew Derek liked on shoes. On the other hand, in a last second surge of self consciousness she had thrown on an old cardigan sweater over her tank top just as her husband had driven up to the house. Of course the sleeves only reached the middle of her forearms now, and she could only button the bottom two buttons. At least if covered her torso and upper arms.

 

“Why are you so dressed up?” Derek finally asked.

 

“I thought I would just surprise you with a little date night.” She said, nonchalantly.

 

“Oh. Where are the kids?”

 

She detected the wavering in his voice. “Shellie came and took them for the night. It's just us.” She smiled at him and his eyes immediately shifted away to the side.

 

“Wow. That sounds good I guess. What is the plan?” His flat tone betrayed his apprehension, but she had been expecting that. 

 

“I thought we would just stay in and cook a nice dinner together. Like we used to." She answered sweetly. "Can I get you a glass of wine?”

 

“Uh. Sure how about a Malbeck?”

 

“Sure.” She said happily.

 

She poured them each generous glasses. She explained what she had been planning for dinner, and Derek settled into chopping vegetables. Julie turned the stereo on to set a nice mood. She walked back into the kitchen and took another long sip of wine. She was feeling very warm and cheerful suddenly. “By the way, I like those khakis. They fit you very nicely” She complimented. He was wearing his usual slacks and polo shirt that he wore to the office.

 

“Uh. Thanks. I didn’t know we were dressing up tonight.” He kept his eyes on his work.

 

“Oh, its not a big deal. I just wanted to get out of those dreary old sweats I wear every day. Don’t you think its gotten a little old?” She asked.

 

“I don’t know. I think they look just fine.” He said. Julie knew exactly what he meant, and she felt her face turn hot. It had been clear from the beginning that he wanted her to hide what the accident had done to her body. This was her first attempt to do otherwise and seek his approval. She felt her anger and frustration bubble up. The old her would have given up right away and changed her clothes. The old her retreated from any chance of conflict. The old her put appeasing her husband above her own happiness. The new her knew she had to have more. She walked up behind her husband and slid her hands gently down his arms. He stopped cutting. It was the first time she had tried to touch him in weeks. She sensed that he was going to step away. She stubbornly leaned forward. Her chest press against his back. Short of shoving her, he had no place to go. They stood quietly while she dwelled on his coldness toward her. “My you have bony little arms.” She found herself saying out loud. His hands disappeared in hers as she covered them for comparison. “Almost like sticks,” She whispered. It was one part observation from a woman who’s only physical contact with any man in some time had been in combat training with large men. It was also a dig at him for being the opposite of what he had rejected her for. He only stood there silent and motionless in front of her. She felt regret wash over her immediately. The wine had made her emotions too loose. Her goal was to win him over, not push him away. “But,” She continued, “I find you sexy for other reasons.” She said, trying to recover, but probably making it worse. This wasn’t the way she ever talked, and her husband was very conservative. He didn’t like that kind of talk. She stepped back from him and sighed, “Why don’t you get the oil heated in the wok and I’ll finish chopping.” She suggested. He nodded, and slipped quickly away from her. He was such a paradox to her. Refusing to leave her, and at the same time refusing to love her. His old fashioned thinking to his core.

 

Derek stood at the stove and poured a dash of oil into the wok. Julie picked up the knife and frowned at the small amount of vegetables he had cut so far. Another change, she thought to herself. I never used to be this impatient. Her hands organized the remaining pile of vegetables quickly and the knife began to hit the cutting board at a rate that was machine-gun like. With the amount of alcohol in her blood she knew she should be more careful, but she took out her frustration on the vegetables. In a matter of seconds she had the task completed and she left them for Derek to cook.

 

At the table they sat with candle light between them. They had time to settle back into a more relaxed mode as they finished pulling dinner together. She poured herself another tall glass of wine, and then filled Derek’s glass as well. Her long arm easily reached the distance across the table to his glass, but she made sure to lean and allow her cleavage to spill forward. Julie smiled sweetly at Derek when she caught him glancing up at her.

 

She started the conversation by asking him about work. She nodded and smiled often as he dove into the his comfort zone. After nearly ten minutes of mundane details about his project, he shifted the conversation back to her. “Anyway, I’d ask how your work is going, but since it’s top secret now, I guess I can’t.”

 

Julie just smiled. She was a little surprised by his snarky comment but she knew the wine must be kicking in for him and he was lightening up. That was a good sign to her at least. She changed the subject by saying, "Great job cooking tonight Honey. You have such a knack." There were certain things she could tell him, about her training and new role, but she had chosen not to. Not that she didn’t want to share, but she didn’t want to increase the tension between them. The first time he saw her after the accident, she was laying in the hospital bed. The first thing out of this mouth was “I knew I never should have let you take that job.” And she knew he wasn’t talking about that particular job, but any job. He felt that it was his job as the man to provide money. It had taken lots of begging and hard times to get him to let her take even that part time night job.

 

As soon as they were done eating Julie offered to clear the table. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable in the living room if you’d like. I’ll join you in a few minutes Sweetie.” She said.

 

“Oh, sorry Julie. I’m really beat and I have a bit of a headache actually. I think I’ll just go into my room for the night and catch up on some rest.”

 

“Umm. Sure Hon.” She said over her shoulder as she carried dishes into the kitchen.

 

She heard his footfalls fade up the stairs as the put the dishes into the sink. “Welp, I guess it’s time for the direct approach." She said pleasantly under her breath. She felt relief. Dinner had been much too difficult. All of the subtleties and empty conversation to win him over was too much work with no sign of results. A crooked grin began to form as plan “B” started to came together in her mind. 

 

Derek was reading a book in his bed with the television on in the background. He was surprised to hear the TV go silent. He looked up to see Julie in the room. “What’s up dear? Something you need?”

 

“Nope Honey. I’ve just decided that I’m not going to sleep in the guest room anymore. That’s all.” She said nonchalantly.

 

He looked puzzled, then he said, “Well, you’re right. I should probably take a turn sleeping in there for a while.”

 

“No Sweetie, stay right there.” She said. She yawned dramatically throwing her arms out to her sides. Her incredible chest popped the two lonely buttons at the bottom of her cardigan with the deep breath. Then she curled her hands toward her head. The poor little cardigan that used to fit her so perfectly not long ago, deformed and quickly came apart, making room for her tightening biceps and shoulders. She ran her fingers through her thick mane of gorgeous hair. The symbolism of her newly developed limbs bursting through her old cardigan, struck her as appropriate in that moment. A butterfly-cocoon moment. She had been working so hard to avoid letting her muscles flex all evening. Keeping her arms straight and relaxed. It felt very nice to give up and be her new self. Her real self. Derek stared silently as she looped her long silky hair up into loose knot. Despite her youthful soft feminine skin, the biceps that were indirectly supporting the delicate work of her elegant fingers were a staggering sight of raw power. Derek had often referenced the natural physical strength of men over women as evidence of natural roles between them. Her old self had always agreed with him of course. Derek’s eyes stayed staring forward as she walked past him to her dresser.

 

Standing just a few feet away, she peeled away the remains of her sweater and pulled her tank top over her head. She slid her skirt carefully down over her thick round rump and dropped it to the floor. Standing in only her underwear, she whistled a jolly tune while she removed her ear rings. She had to stoop over to see into the mirror, her rear jutting over the bed. Any fly on the wall would have guessed that she was trying to draw her husband’s attention.

 

Derek’s eyes only dropped from the place where she had ruined her cardigan, to the middle of his book. He could see the flesh and the motion out of the corner of his eye, but he wouldn’t look up. He pressed the book inches from his face to block out the scene. He mouthed the words repeatedly to himself - “Act casual.” She was looking for a response from him. She wanted something to react to so they could have an argument. So she could challenge his judgement. She knew he wasn’t comfortable with this and she wanted to get a rise out of him. He was determined not to give her that satisfaction.

 

He didn’t see her smirk as she looked down at him, hunched over, his face buried comically close to an upside down book. “Sweetie, can you look over here and tell me if you see any red mark?” She was standing right over Derek now. He looked up to see the underside of his wife’s huge naked breasts. She was hefting one in her hand and pointing underneath. “They've given me custom bras to wear, but this one seemed to be digging in. My boobs are just so darn big so its hard for me to see underneath. Are they leaving a mark?” The man just stared at the massive figure of his wife. Her torso-sized legs swelled with definition at the slightest shifting of her weight. Her abdomen looked like cobblestones under soft skin. Her sides flared widely to meet colossal shoulders and arms. “No? No mark?” She asked innocently to her husband, who started in shock at her body. “Okay then, never mind.” She walked around the bed and sat, facing away from him on the other side. “Oh, before I lay down, can you unclasp this necklace for me?” Without turning around, she waited patiently. "Honey?" She asked again. She finally felt his shaking fingers began to fumble with the delicate clasp. He was clumsy, but she continued to wait patiently. When it was loose, she thanked him sweetly without turning around and set it on her night stand. She let her hair back down and the light went out just as she lay back on the bed.

 

“Oh, its nice to be back in our bed together. This feels right.” She announced. Derek felt the mattress sink as she rolled toward his side. A single fingertip touched his far collar bone and very lightly traced its way across his chest. “In the same bed. This is the way it should be.” She said. Her voice was soft and low, with a depth that matched her size. “You know, I have a confession to make.” She continued. “I’m not very tired.” Her fingertip traced its way under the covers in circles toward his waistband.

 

“Uh. Julie. Hold on. I said I have a headache and you know how uncomfortable I am with all of this.”

 

“With all of what?” She teased. Her fingertip began to circle his crotch now.

 

“You. Your changes. Its too much for me. I need time.” He said. His hand grabbed her finger and stopped it from teasing him. 

 

“Sweetie, I gave you lots of time. I've decided to help you adjust more quickly.” She rolled onto her side and propped her head with one hand. Her other hand captured his hand and brought his palm to her breast. She forced him to press deeply and knead. "Feel how firm they are, despite their size. Surprising, huh?" He tried to pull his hand away, but Julie didn’t notice. Her massive thigh slid across his body. "I shaved my legs for you." She whispered. Her legs encircled his, and her thighs gently sandwiched him from nearly knees to hips. She heard him suddenly gasp and felt a twitch against her thigh. “Oh my!” She giggled. “That was fast.”

 

She tipped her shoulder forward and let her breast fall heavily onto his chest.

 

“We haven’t kissed in months.” Her voice sighed. Her plush lips gently enveloped his. When she withdrew he panted weakly.

 

“Too much weight. Your chest....” He gasped.

 

She giggled again. She got up on her hands and knees, so that she was directly over him. She dropped to her elbows, wide enough to allow her breasts to roll to his sides. Her cascading hair created a tunnel between their faces, blocking out what little light was in the room. 

 

She giggled even more. In their entire fourteen year marriage she had never been on top of him in bed. “There, is that better Honey? My big mean boobs are out of the way now. All I want is a kiss.” She said. 

 

He felt her breasts tighten around him and then her breath on him as she lowered her face closer. He felt encased in her. He knew her face was still inches away from his, but he felt the tip of her tongue trace across his lips. “Open your mouth and let me kiss you.” She said. She traced her tongue back and forth across the seam of his lips but he kept his mouth closed. She smiled. She was enjoying this game very much now. A simple small shrug of her shoulders brought her breasts to bear on her husband. The gasp from him was subtle, but her tongue glided smoothly inside, forcing his mouth to accommodate her. She was gentle but controlling. Her lips still weren't touching his, but her wet muscular tongue slid all the way to the back of his mouth. It stirred slowly around, taking him with it. For more than ten minutes Julie did nothing more than hover over him, playing. She was lost in the moment. The taste of his mouth made her's water inexplicably. She could feel his throat swallowing repeatedly to keep clear of all the moisture running into his mouth. Something about that seemed very pleasing to her. She tasted her way outside of his mouth, sliding across his cheek, briefly into his ear, and then back across the rest of his face. In the darkness she imagined she was painting his entire face in her saliva with broad wide strokes of her tongue. It felt like a natural expression of her feeling toward him. When she was finished, she brought her lips to his for a short but intense kiss, leaving him panting.

 

Rolling back onto her side, she kept her legs entwined with his. She rubbed her drawer knob sized nipple against his cheek with one hand while her other hand slid between his legs. “Squeeze my tits.” Julie said confidently. His hand touched her. "Squeeze hard, feel how firm." Meanwhile her hand verified that he was once again ready. She pulled his hand away from her breast, not wanting another premature ejaculation. “Not so fast this time.” She whispered.

 

She climbed on top of him and sat up. Using one hand to scoop under his bottom, she pulled him smoothly into her. She took his wrist with her other hand and held his palm against her abdomen as she began to rock. She wanted him to feel her core work. She knew her internal body was massaging him in a way he never thought possible. To keep him from climaxing she squeezed his tush. He squeaked like a mouse. “Feel my biceps.” She purred. Her palm mashed his soft tush again and his hands shot to her flexed arm. His hands looked small against the rigid swell of her biceps. She reached around his back and pulled him up against her. One of his hands became trapped in the crease between her forearm and biceps, but she was too busy to notice. She suddenly pumped him in and out of her in a blur. He finished immediately, and his head began to flop weakly from the force of his thrusts into her. She hadn't climaxed, but she had experienced a different kind of release from feeling him climax. She rolled onto her side and spooned him against her. With his back nestled snugly against her torso, his head fit perfectly between her boobs. His legs disappeared between hers and her forearms hid much of his torso as she hugged him. From an aerial view she would have appeared to be alone.

 

“MMmmm. Now this feels right.” She said.

 

 

#3 A More Measured Approach

 

“Daddy wake up!” He heard his eleven year old daughter Haley shout.

 

“Yeah dad, its almost noon.” His 13 year old son Graham added. The two of them jumped onto the bed and bounced around.

 

Derek’s eye’s flickered opened. The alarm clock slowly came into focus. 11:39 am. He had really slept in. His head felt physically heavy. How much did he drink last night? He remembered Julie dressing up. He remembered eating dinner and going to bed. After that it started to get really fuzzy. Did Julie go to bed with him? As he started to think harder, the rest of the night became very fuzzy and his head began to really ache.

 

“Kids, I told you to take it easy in there.” Julie’s familiar soft warning tone to her children came from somewhere down the hall. “Your dad isn’t feeling the best.” The kids stopped jumping on the bed and only climbed on him instead. “Time to get up. Mommy made brunch.” Haley said.

 

“Okay, I’m coming. Just get out of here and let me get dressed.” He murmured. The kids left, and after he yelled at them to shut the door, he finally got up. He threw the covers back and rubbed his eyes. Stretching, he arched his back. “Oh, why am I so sore?” His back, his legs, his neck - even his jaw was stiff. “Did I black out and fall down?” He wondered aloud. He had never gotten that drunk before.

 

“Hi Honey.” Julie said sweetly when he came into the kitchen. She was wearing her familiar baggy sweats, hunched over the stove. “I made steak and eggs for you.” The smell had his mouth watering immediately.

 

Julie saw him wince as his rear settled into his seat at the breakfast nook. She knew she had gotten a little carried away last night. In the passion of the moment she had squeezed his tush like she was trying to juice a grapefruit.

 

Setting the plate down in front of him, she asked him how he was feeling. “Oh, a bit groggy I guess. Did I drink a lot?”

 

“As a matter of fact, you drank quite a bit.” She said as she walked back to the sink to clean the dishes. In truth, she had snuck down to her hero utility belt in its hideaway location, and slipped him a little bit of a knock-out drug in his sleep. She had decided it might be best if he didn’t remember how his night had ended. Things went a little fast after all.

 

After eating, Derek began to feel a lot better. He decided to take his family fishing in the creek behind the house.

 

Julie crouched by her fishing pole and said, “Daddy has to put the worms on for me. They’re too gross.” She held up the can of worms up for him. “Pleeease.” She said in a low soft voice, biting her lip, with her head cocked just a few degrees to the side. Derek recognized the look. When they were younger, it was the flirty move she would give him when she wanted a favor. Something about it gave him a strange feeling in his stomach.

 

“Why did you do that to your sweatshirt?” He asked her as he took the can of worms.

 

She glanced down at her plunging neckline, cut with scissors. “Oh, this? I just get a little hot out here and it helps to keep me cool. Does it bother you?” She asked, smiling and batting her lashes at him.

 

He glanced down at the deep cleavage displayed by the ‘v’ cut out of her collar. Her playful mood made goosebumps climb his arms. “Uh, well. I guess it doesn’t matter. Its just a lot of cleavage, to put out there is all.” She stood up, and her chest rose directly toward his face, making him lift his chin to avoid impact.

 

“Its just us, Sweetie." She said in a low tone as her fingers danced lightly through his hair. She saw him swallow dryly. "I don't think you realize how how overheated these twins of mine can get." He spun his head away in agitation. She watched him fumble with the worm and grumble to himself. She leaned in closer to watch him.

 

He felt her face move in closer to his, but he didn’t look up. Her perfume smelled wonderful. “It really pleases me when you take care of these dirty little details for me.” She said in a low soft tone. He felt her breath across the back of his neck. Did he see her lick her lips from the corner of his eye? He had another strange wave in his stomach, and more goosebumps ran up his arms. Maybe he was coming down with something, he thought, feeling a wave of heat rise up inside him. He finally got the worm on the hook and handed the rod back to her.

 

“Thank you Dear.” She said. He felt her presence back away. "Oh hey, look, at least these things are useful for something." He looked over to see the fishing rod held upright, nestled between her breasts. "Look, no hands." She laughed. She watched his reaction, the eyes lock in, the nostrils flare from the sharp intake of breath, and another dry swallow. He turned wordlessly and stumbled off to check on the kids.

 

Julie cast her line into the water and watched her bobber float down the very slow moving bend. She reflected some more on what she had learned the night before. What she had learned about herself, and what she had learned about Derek. It all made sense now.

 

Derek had his line in the water when he saw another line cast across his. At first he thought it was one of the kids, but then he realized they were both quite a ways upstream. He looked in the other directions to see Julie reeling in the line. “Oops.” She said. “I think we got tangled.” She yanked on the line clumsily, making it worse. “Here, let me go to this side of you.” She raised her pole and stepped up the bank slope behind him. He felt a heavy but soft force knock his head forward, then another pressed against the back of his head. “Oops, excuse me Dear.” She said. Then his feet were suddenly get kicked out from under him and he fell straight backwards. “Oops!” Julie said as they both slipped in the mud and tumbled to the ground together. “My fault!” She laughed. She had dropped her pole and clamped her hands around him as they fell together. Derek found himself tangled. His wife started laughing hysterically. Her body arched and bowed with fits of laughter. Her husband was essentially along for the ride in her embrace.

 

“Are you alright?” She asked, still trying to stop laughing. She looked down at his face, smashed against her bosom, his arms captured against his chest with her hands. His legs tangled into hers. She knew she had absorbed the fall. She laughed some more, her bosom bouncing heartily.

 

By the time they stood back up, Derek was very agitated. She brushed some mud from his sleeve. “I’m sorry Sweetie. I guess I get a little clumsy with this big body sometimes.” Even as she leaned down to brush him off, her boobs bumped heavily against him.

 

He stepped back, red faced and flustered. “I got mud all over me! You can’t get if off that way!” He snapped.

 

She watched with a grin as he stomped off toward the house. The poor confused dear, she thought. She finally understood that she could fix that for him. Her only regret was that it had taken her so long to realize what she needed to do. She watched him stumble into the house and felt her heartbeat pound stronger and stronger as thoughts raced through her mind. If he didn’t want to be hunted, then why act like a weak gazelle in front of a lioness, she thought.

 

When they all came back in the house, Derek was much more composed. “Why did you leave dad?” Graham asked.

 

“Oh, I just got a little dirty and I wanted to wash off. I’m going to go down into the den and watch the game.” He said.

 

“Sure, enjoy yourself.” Julie said. “I think the rest of us all need to clean up. It was pretty muddy along the bank.” Her eyes watched his as she wiped her hands off on the front of her sweatshirt. He just turned and went into the basement.

 

"What's that smell?" Derek said as he came upstairs.

 

"It's pine sol." Julie answered brightly from a chair in the living room. She was wearing a fresh set of baggy pink sweats and holding a book. "I thought I would clean the house since the kids went to the Jone’s house for a sleep over.."

 

"They are staying over there tonight? They just stayed at Shellie’s the night before." He said.

 

Julie just shrugged. "Its Saturday and the kids get bored out here by themselves. The Jones don’t mind. Their kids get bored too.” She looked at him and a thought seemed to flash. “You were down there for quite awhile. I’ll bet you’re hungry.”

 

"Oh, I’m okay. I'm going to make some coffee. Do you want any?" He asked.

 

"Sure honey, thanks for offering." She smiled sweetly at him.

 

He brought her a cup of coffee from the kitchen and she looked up from her book to smile appreciatively. It didn't surprise Julie that Derek had pushed the previous night out of his conscious mind. The knockout drug she had given him would wipe out a lot, but his mind was locking some things out on its own. He never adjusted well to change.

 

When Derek handed her the coffee he had that strange feeling wash over him once again. His palms began to sweat. His stomach filled with butterflies again. Was it something in the look that she gave him?

 

“Dear, thank you for bringing me coffee.” She set the book down and twisted toward him.

 

“Sure, no big deal.” He said casually, but trying to shake the strange feeling.

 

“Well, its not like you to serve me like this. It pleases me.” She said. She smiled, and his eyes seemed to flash recognition of something. “Is something on your mind?” She asked.

 

“No, why?” He asked.

 

“Oh, you just seem preoccupied.” Her finger absentmindedly twisted a lock of her hair. "Like you have some big things weighing heavily on your mind." 

 

She took a long deep breath as she held the cup of coffee under her nose. Derek watched her baggy top become incredibly tight looking suddenly. “Mmmm...” She purred. “This coffee smells wonderful.” Her eyes locked with his and she licked her lips. Derek's heart suddenly started pounding and his breath got heavy. He turned and started walking away.

 

"Sweetie, wait. Its just the two of us again tonight. Do you want to sit with me while I read?" He turned back with a look of surprise in his eyes. There was definitely no room for him to sit next to her. She patted her lap gently and batted her long lashes to draw him in with her large pretty eyes.

 

“N-no, I’m fine.” He said as he turned to leave.

 

Coffee spilled to the floor from his cup as he spun away. She watched him leave into the garage. "Going somewhere?" She murmured softly. She heard the garage door open. "Playing hard to get." She smiled. Two large bumps emerged through the front of her sweat shirt, betraying her excitement. Last night’s experience in the bed was like waking a sleeping giant. Suddenly it was there, the truth. Larger than life, a new instinct taking over. Suddenly everything made sense to her now. Was the instinct always within her, or was it another effect of the accident? No matter. She set the book down and sipped the coffee as she listened to him rustle around in the garage.

 

Derek was panting as he biked up the steep hill. The labs where they both had worked - where Julie's accident had happened - was in the middle of nowhere. Therefore they had moved to the middle of nowhere. Their neighbors were spaced about half of a mile apart, and the terrain was nothing but hills. He was not in the best shape, and he hadn't ridden his bike in months. But he just had to get away from her. He had to clear his head and think of what to do. His legs burned like never before as he nearly reached the top of the third hill. He was almost there, but he had to stop and put his feet down. His lungs could not take in enough air to catch his breath and he doubled over. After about a minute he finally began to straighten as his breathing reached a normal pant. There on the ground in front of him were a pair of athletic shoes and pink sweat pants. His wife crouched down, and her concerned beautiful face filled his field of vision. He only wished she was as angelic as her large soft eyes appeared. "Are you okay Baby? You aren't used to working out this hard."

 

"Why did you put the front of my car on a cement block?" He panted.

 

"I wanted to spend time with you tonight and I was afraid you would leave without talking to me." She said.

 

"Just get away from me!" He shouted. He pedaled hard on the bike, making it quickly over the peak of the hill and picked up speed down the other side.

 

Julie watched him take off with a raised eyebrow. “The poor little gazelle. But what’s a hungry lioness to do?” She said out loud. She really really liked this game.

 

His eyes watered with the downhill speed, and his legs pushed to keep him going even faster. He carried momentum into the next hill, but his legs were shaking. He quickly lost speed and kept downshifting to stay on his pedals. He was still moving, cranking for all he was worth, when Julie ran up beside him.

 

"I thought I was finished working out today." She said with a chuckle and a hint of heavy breath.

 

He stopped pedaling. "You may be three times stronger than me... and three times faster than me..." He panted. "But I'm still the man of the house... and that... means something!"

 

Julie knew she was more like five times stronger than him. And maybe only about twice as fast, although that was still a lot faster. She didn't correct him. She just said, "I know Honey, of course." She reached her arms around him and gathered him in. Derek tried to break loose, but his arms were like a child's compared to hers. She simply gathered his arms against his body and pressed the side of his head firmly against her shoulder. "I love you so much. You are my husband and you always will be. I will never let you go." He eventually stopped squirming. She freed up one hand to pick up the bike, carrying both of them easily. She took them down the side of the hill away from the road and sat down. It was just after dusk now, and the side of the hill was quite dark. "Lets relax and talk for awhile" She said. Sitting cross legged, she set him on her lap, she brushed his loose bangs gently from his forehead with her fingers.

 

They sat quietly for a few minutes while the exhausted Derek regained some composure. He started to shiver. The temperature had dropped significantly, and he was only wearing a t-shirt. "Here, put this on." She said, pulling her sweatshirt off and then pulling it down over his head. “We are going to be out here for a while.” She informed him. He slipped his arms into the huge sleeves reluctantly. "There, isn't that better?" She rolled the cuffs up for him. "You look so cute in my shirt."

 

"No I don't." He snapped.

 

"Yes you do!" She giggled. She coiled her arms around him and rocked him from side to side maternally. Now she was only wearing a sports bra, and she saw him staring down at her bare arms. "My husband is all warm and cuddly now, aren’t you." She kissed the top of his head. This new dynamic in their marriage was so intoxicating. She literally felt high. His bony rear end was pressing enticingly into her crotch. Maybe he subconsciously noticed the heat building there because he started to twist and squirm a little. His shoulder kneaded her breast. It was only making it hotter. 

 

"I want to talk about your little “man of the house” comment.” She took his hand in hers and brought it to her lips as a display of affection. It was something he often did to her in their younger more romantic years. He used to comment on how much he loved her small delicate hands. She didn’t think the symbolism of reversing the gesture was lost on him. She also didn’t think he’d miss the symbolism of her biceps bulging so effortlessly next to him. A thick vein ran across the rigid swell, where his eyes were fixated. Hard evidence that she was the physical superior in their household. “You are right, you are definitely the man of the house, Honey. But you're MY man of the house." She purred. She kissed his hand again. “It might mean something different to be my man of the house, than what you have been accustomed to.”

 

"Let's just go home." He said.

 

“Why? Its a beautiful night. You spent the entire afternoon all by yourself in that basement. I know you are comfortable here.”

 

“Stop it. Let’s go.”

 

“What were you doing down there in that basement? Were you thinking about me at all?” She teased. “Did my big mean boobs get you all hot and bothered down by the river today?” She let them press heavily against him as she talked. He became quiet.

 

“Tell me the truth. Do you like feeling my breasts touch you? I’ll bet you want to get lost in them, don’t you.”

 

“J-just stop. I don’t like this. None of this.” He sputtered.

 

“You know, I have a special knack for detecting lies.” She said softly into his ear.

 

“Just let me go.” He whined.

 

“Just give me a kiss first.” She said.

 

"I'm not kidding. Let go of me.".

 

"I'm not kidding either Honey. I want a kiss. Then I will let you go."

 

Her fingertips lifted his chin gently to face up to her. He looked at her pursed lips, waiting. No, he would not give into her. "This is kidnapping." He rasped, twisting his head away.

 

She chuckled. "Actually, I’m keeping you safe. You know who's property we're on don't you? That hillbilly, Jackson." She sensed his body stiffen. She knew it was a disturbing memory for him. She nuzzled him and cuddled him tightly. "Just think about what Jackson would do to you if he caught you trespassing again." She said. Then she flexed her biceps tightly in front of him. "But now you have your wife to protect you. I will never let that nasty man ever hurt you again. I promise." She tightened her arms around him. "There is no place safer in the world for you then on my lap.” Her biceps, forearms, and chest all swelled. “I can make you as snug as you can handle, Sweetie." She licked her lips as she watched his shoulders and chest compress and comply to her own form. She was careful not to hurt him, just let him feel how hard and unyielding her body could be. "If anyone tried to mess with my family I would..." She felt herself starting to get carried away. She relaxed her arms. Her hand slid down to the crease of his pants and started messaging. She whispered down to him, "Isn't it so nice here? You fit so perfectly."

 

"This is not how it was meant to be." He muttered.

 

"Of course it was. That is why it happened." She said soothingly. "Look at what you do to me." She stopped messaging him to point to one of the bulges in in the front of her bra. "Do you think anyone else has nipples like mine?” She mused. “You do this to me when you cuddle against my breasts. I think about how delicate you are, and it makes me want to protect you." She went back to massaging the front of his pants, smiling at his hardness. "I'm just going to sit here on this beautiful Saturday night with my beautiful husband, and show him how I feel about him." Her free arm captured his head and turned it up to face her. She kissed him gently on the nose. Then she kissed him gently on the mouth, her plush lips smothering his. Her tongue flicked out against his lips.

 

"No tongue." He said. Suddenly memories were coming back through the fog of the previous night.

 

She giggled. "Oh Dear, you taste way too sweet for no tongue." Her mouth was already salivating again.

 

The rhythm between her mouth and her hand was quite deliberate. Every small surge of pleasure her hand delivered was timed perfectly with her tongue filling his mouth. His whimpers sounded almost like pain, but she knew it was only his willpower giving way to ecstasy. His body suddenly stiffened and tried to convulse from the release. Julie's arms crumpled him against her, her tongue overpowered his mouth, forcing his jaw to its limit. She held him like that for nearly ten seconds while the violent orgasm racked his body. She held his body completely motionless despite it's muscles involuntary flexing. She forced him to feel ecstasy and her absolute domination simultaneously. When she sensed his body had gone limp, she relaxed and caressed his cheek with her fingers. He stirred weakly, but fell immediately to sleep. Instinctively she understood the deep psychological and biological imprint that moment would leave with him.

 

Derek woke as he was being laid down in bed. She carried me? Her plush mouth kissed his forehead. Suddenly a low beeping could be heard and a flashing light from a ring on her finger.

 

“I have to go.” She grumbled. Then caressing his cheek she said more sweetly, “Get some rest, I love you to pieces.” Then she backed away to leave him alone. He thought about taking a shower when she left but he fell back asleep as soon as he rolled over.

 

As their supersonic airplane approached the drop zone, Captain Freedom said, “Remember. Fast. In and out. Don’t try to reason with them. I don’t want to hear any more excuses about henchmen having mothers too.” He said.

 

“Don’t worry.” She snapped. She didn’t like that he used something she had said in the past against her. She had told him that in confidence on their very first mission. She had learned since that all henchmen were scum. Also, she was supposed to have the night off, and she was not in a good mood. She was in the middle of relighting a flame with her husband after all.

 

The two heroes repelled down the rope to the top of the roof. Captain Freedom was unlatching his rope from his waistband when he heard glass shatter. He spun around to see that Lady Justice was missing. He ran to where her rappel rope was still dangling. There he saw the broken skylight. He looked down. He saw what must have been at least fifteen men in a warehouse room. The bodies of the henchmen were tangled together into two piles and few laying across the room. Several were still writhing in pain, holding various body parts. She had one man captured in each arm, in headlocks. A final man was trying to run away when she threw a side kick with her long leg, driving into his hip. His body folded awkwardly and he bounced off a nearby brick wall. She looked up at Captain Freedom and yelled, “How many captives do we need to bring back for questioning?”

 

“Uh, just one.” He answered. Suddenly the man under her right arm began to convulse frantically, then fell motionless to the ground. She took the other one in both hands, spun around and launched him up through the skylight. Captain Freedom moved just in time to avoid the flying body. That landed with a thud next to him.

 

When she came through the skylight herself, she said “Did you call for pickup yet? I don’t have all night.”

 

Back home, just a matter of two hours after leaving him, Julie stripped naked in the bedroom and slid up to her husband. “Now where were we?”