Marthe - Part 1
An artificial hormone causes dramatic changes in society, especially for one
particular young lady named Marthe. Based on "Heather" / "The Fleming Family" by Parthian

Hera Corporation was located on one of the small islands off the coast of
the Czech Republic. It specialized in the production of artificial hormones to
increase profitability in livestock. The female CEO of the corporation thought
that secrecy was of paramount importance to success, in order to protect
intellectual property and always be a few steps ahead of the competition.
Thus, the remote location of these small islands was perfect for her business
as far as she was concerned. The latest hormone that her company was working
on was intended to increase milk production in cows, and increase their size.
After consulting with the top zoologists and biochemists of the European
Union, a prototype was developed and tested. The prototype was a colorless,
odorless and tasteless liquid, that dissolved in water, and was stored in
immense storage tanks on their premises. After extensive testing, it proved to
be of little success, and not profitable. The female CEO attributed this failure
entirely to the male scientists on staff. Nevertheless, after a meeting it was
decided that it was best for the corporation to stop production of the hormone
completely. That night the person in charge of the hormone reserves, a lowly
male janitor, was instructed to release them into the ocean.

Given the small size of the island and its limited resources, there was only
one town on the island, and it contained 10,000 people. The town got its water
supply from the only reservoir, which was located close to Hera Corporation
headquarters. The pipes that went from the immense storage tanks of the
corporation to the ocean passed by this reservoir. By pure coincidence, that
night, on July 1st, when the janitor in charge of the hormone reserves opened
the master valve of the storage tanks to release their immense contents, a
moderate sized earthquake happened that caused cracks in the pipes that went
from the storage tanks to the ocean. Furthermore, the cracks occurred right
where the pipes happened to be closest to the reservoir, leading to the
contamination of the town's only water supply with almost the entire volume of
the prototype hormone that had been in the storage tanks. Given that the
hormone was colorless, odorless, and tasteless, short of scientific testing
it was almost impossible for anyone to have guessed that the town's water
supply had been contaminated that night. And given the volume of material that
entered the reservoir, it was going to be in the town's water supply for a
very, very long time. No one was privy to this information, of course, least of
all the lackadaisical male janitor responsible.

The house that happened to be closest to the reservoir was that of a Caucasian
household: the Fleming family. The Fleming family consisted of 10 people.
There was Marthe who had just turned 12 on July 1st. Then there were her eight
brothers: Lee who was 25, Craig who was 24, David who was 23, Edward who was
22, Frank who was 21, Ian who was 20, Hugo who was 19, and Don who was 18. Their
father, Arthur was 43. Their mother, Suzanne, had died of breast cancer last month
at the age of 43. All of the men in the family were small, between 5'3" and 5'4"
and weighed between 115 and 125 pounds. They also had brown hair and brown eyes.
Marthe's mother, a blue eyed blonde, had been around 5'2" and weighed around 110
pounds prior to being diagnosed with breast cancer. Marthe was 5' tall and weighed
around 95 pounds, and was a green eyed dirty blonde. Lee, Craig, David, and Edward
had all graduated from the local college in town, and due to their limited
intelligence and unlimited laziness, had majored in easy degrees that they couldn't
establish a career with. So they were limited to being employed in low-paying
dead-end jobs in town. They also couldn't afford to get married or move out, or
have girlfriends. Frank, Ian, Hugo and Don were also going to the local college,
and also majoring in easy subjects, and living at home. They were also of limited
intelligence and vast laziness, unmarried, and without girlfriends, or any form of
meaningful employment. Arthur, the head of the household, worked at the local
gas-station and wasn't where he wanted to be in life. He was also of limited
intelligence and had no real ambition. They all lived in the same old house that had once been a barn. It had been converted to a house with 10 bedrooms. Luckily for the family, the cost of living in this small town was very low, and with their
pooled income they could live there, but barely make ends meet.

The late matriarch, Suzanne, had been a fairly attractive and intelligent women, but due to her husband's jealously she had been prevented from going to college or
finding any employment after they had been married at 18. Due to these
circumstances and their lack of belief in birth control, Suzanne had given birth
to 9 children. While she was alive, Suzanne had been the subject of her
husband's frustrations and shortcomings in life, and she was frequently beaten
and humiliated in front of her children. She often had bruises on her body.
Marthe was the target of the frustrations of not only her father but also
her brothers, and was forced to do countless chores for the male members of
the family, and was frequently beaten, bullied, and shoved around as well. In
particular, over the course of the last six months Marthe's father disallowed
her from wearing shoes with any sort of heel, as this would cause Marthe to become
almost as tall, if not taller, than the household males. This had been a standing
rule for her mother for years. Because Suzanne was only about an inch shorter than
the males in the house, Arthur forbid her from wearing heels and usually liked her
to be barefoot, even and especially during the cold winter months.

In short, the lives of Marthe and Suzanna had been hell. And now that Marthe had
also lost her mother, her last pillar of support was gone. The night that Suzanne
she turned to her daughter, her eyes welling up with tears and said: "Marthe darling, I pray to God that a miracle happens and your life turns around and you don't suffer for the remainder of your life the way I did. Take control." With those parting words she died.

Now that Marthe had turned 12, her body was starting to go through the changes
of puberty. Overall, she had been lucky to inherit the intelligence and looks
of her mother, and after some years, she was going to blossom into a beautiful
person. Her summer routine had by now been established, and she hadn't looked
forward to it. Each day she would basically be confined to the house, and be a
slave to one of the male members of her family, starting with the oldest,
working down to the youngest. If she couldn't do what was expected of her or
didn't have enough time, she was frequently beaten. And even if she performed
every task quickly and correctly, she was still constantly slighted, called
names, and even pinched on the butt. In no uncertain terms she had also been
told that she was expected to continue to perform the same tasks even after
she was finished with high school. That is, she was to continue to live at
home and be the virtual slave of her father and brothers. Each summer night,
she would go to bed crying, praying to God for some form of a miracle, but the
miracle never came. Finally, one night she decided to switch things up and
pray not to "God" but to "Goddess", substituting "She" and "Her" for every
instance of "He" and "His" in her normal prayer routine. She begged Goddess for
the power to change her life. She prayed that by the time 6th grade started
on October 1st, her life would hopefully have changed for the better, if only
for a little.

By the end of the second week of July, Marthe started to feel that her clothes
and shoes were becoming tighter. She decided to measure herself, and she was
surprised to find that she was now 5'2", and weighed 100 pounds. At first she
felt it was kind of strange, but then she reminded herself that girls have a
growth spurt during puberty. She just hoped that it wouldn't continue for much longer, however, as her father had already beaten her on a whim after noticing that she seemed taller and therefore suspecting that she had taken to wearing heels in the house. Marthe's nervous explanation that was was simply growing, and her father's recognition of this fact, did no good, as the Fleming men did not like being contradicted. Marthe's father slapped her mouth before she had finished explaining, and then he motioned for her to pull down her pants so he could tan her hide with his belt for being such a bad girl. "B-but I'm not wearing heels, Daddy--Look!" she cried, frantically gestering toward her bare feet, but Arthur told her that she was now being disobedient and struck her even harder, this time with his bare hand, which he rudely held tight against her ass for a few seconds after each slap. In truth Arthur's mind reeled with the knowledge that actually his young daughter was on the verge of outgrowing him, but he successfully repressed this revelation by indulging in some female-beating, a favorite pasttime of his.

Marthe began slumping a bit because of this incident, because she wanted to hide her height lest she incur more beatings. Despite this effort, however, it was obvious that Marthe's growth process was continuing, and by the end of July she was 5'4", just as tall as anyone else in the household, and with her solid form she was weighing 110 pounds, almost as heavy as any of her brothers. She checked with some of her friends that were living close by, and they were also experiencing similar changes in their bodies, though none of them were as tall as she was. Her father had ceased to remark upon her height, but he and several of her brothers had begun saying that she was "getting fatter" as a way to maintain their sense of subjugation over her despite her impressive changes. Other than that, for the month of July, Marthe still slaved away to the whims of her brothers and father. When doing their laundry sometimes she noted how much smaller their shirts and jeans seemed, and once she tried to put some of her brothers' clothes on only to find out that her thighs and shoulders were simply too big for them. Even the slightest flex of her newly supple limbs caused the seams to strain and crack, so she hurriedly withdrew from the garments, still naturally fearful of what her brothers would do to her if they found that she with her "fat body" had ruined their clothes.

In August, Marthe's body continued to go through the same changes, and after two weeks, she was now 5'6" tall and weighed 120 pounds. She was now taller and heavier than anyone else in the house, and she ceased slumping simply because it was hurting her neck and, moreover, because she was now so much taller than the men in the house that there was no way she could hide it. Once while walking in town a man in his late 20s hit on her and asked her out. She was flattered and smiled nervously down at him (he was only about 5'5") but told him that she was actually about half his age so she'd have to pass. At this point, gaining some confidence, she asked her father to buy her new shoes and clothes. He flatly refused, saying that he couldn't afford to and leaving the room before he had to hear her explanation as to why exactly she needed a new wardrobe. Luckily for her, some of her friends gave her their older sisters' old clothes and shoes. The calls of "fatty" had all but stopped, and it seemed to Marthe that the males in her household simply wanted to ignore the fact that she had outgrown them. More frequent than name-calling now became furtive glances from her brothers, which Marthe noticed whenever she was, say, taking off a jacket or bending down to tie her laces, or any other task which might accidentally reveal a portion of her body or cleavage. A few times she knew that she had even seen little eyes peering in the cracks of the door when she was getting dressed or showering.

By the end of August, she had grown another 2 inches to stand 5'8" tall, and now weighed 130 pounds. Now that she was markedly bigger than all the men in her family, she noted with a smile that everyone was obviously afraid to try and discipline her. Therefore she started to refuse doing some of the things her brothers asked her to do. Everytime she said "No" to a brother, the little man would shuffle away silently with his tail between his legs, and Marthe liked to witness this, silently considering what her male family members were going through mentally.

In September her amazing growth continued. By mid-month, she was 5'10" tall and
weighed 145 pounds. Moreover, she had boldly taken to wearing heels in the house and she clopped around a little bit louder and a little bit prouder everyday, with her brothers often scurrying out of the room before she got there, running away like little rats whenever they heard that the big cat was on the prowl. As she sailed past her brothers and father in height and weight, she noted that her default facial expression started to become a broad smile rather than scared pensiveness, and she no longer had nightmares. Occaisionally her father would still be slightly verbally abusive to her, but mostly this only took the form of dismissive mumbling under his breath, as if he were a petulant teenager and she were in the role of strident adult.

At the end of September she measured her height and weight. By now she was exactly 6 feet tall barefoot and weighed 155 pounds. She realized suddenly that she looked something like a supermodel, and her development was not going to stop there.

Over the course of that summer, Marthe experienced phenomenal growth, and so did all the girls in the town, although at a slower rate than Marthe herself. The hormone seemed to effect all the girls that were more or less between ages 12 and 18. No one else was effected. As of yet, no one suspected that the water and its content were responsible. Sixth grade started on October 1st, and for the first time in her life, Marthe looked to the future with some degree of hope.

On October first, Marthe started sixth grade at the town's only junior high school. The school had around 200 sixth graders, 200 seventh graders, and 200 eighth graders, divided among classrooms that held around 50 students each. On her first day, Marthe noticed that the boys were on average around five feet tall, and that the girls were on average around six inches taller than the boys. She was far and away the tallest sixth grader in her school, and this filled her with a sense of pride and security that was a completely new feeling for her. Her first day of school proceeded very smoothly except for one awkward incident. Being a good student, Marthe got to her homeroom before anyone else, and when introducing herself to her new teacher she was mistaken for a college-aged student-teacher who was supposed to be helping him out during the first week of school. The teacher, a very small man in his early 30s, was perceptibly nervous and before Marthe realized the situation of mistaken identity, she had to turn the little man down when he stuttered his way through asking her to dinner and a movie. The male teacher was mortified to learn that in fact Marthe was one of the 12-year-olds he was supposed to be teaching, but Marthe smiled and reassured him that she wasn't insulted, she was in fact flattered, and that no harm was done. Just as other female students were arriving Marthe hurriedly steadied her teacher by giving him a few pats on the head, telling him everything would be alright, and quickly embracing him so that his head was smushed into her ample bosom. All in all, Marthe had a great first day back at school and returned home with a smile lingering on her face. She was having a good autumn.

As for her brothers and father, Lee, Craig, David, and Edward continued to work at their dead-end jobs. Frank had by now graduated from college, and managed to find some form of meaningless employment. Ian, Hugo and Don continued to study at the local college. Her father Arthur also continued his job at the gas station. Marthe reviewed their life-situations in her mind as she walked home and couldn't help but note how much better she was starting to like her life than her father and brothers seemed to like theirs. She knew it couldn't help their self-esteem to see little Marthe skyrocketing past them. Formerly, of course, they seemed to derive pleasure from making her hate her station in life, but they couldn't bully her so much anymore, could they? No, in fact they couldn't bully her at all anymore, and somehow she never got tired of realizing again and again that she had somehow become the biggest, the strongest, and by default the most confident person in her household. All at twelve years old. She liked knowing this, and she smiled to herself, realizing that, as much as she was starting to like her life now, she would be only going UP and UP and UP from here!

Once Marthe got home from school, she went to her room and closed the door. She started to review the day in her mind, and she started to wonder why she and the other girls in her school were so much taller than the boys. Most of the girls in the class were in fact taller than that silly little male teacher. She also started thinking more about her dramatic growth over the summer, and why she had grown so much taller than her parents and brothers. As her mind got flooded with these thoughts, she felt both empowered and afraid at the same time. Just how much bigger was she going to get, how fast was she going to grow, and how would she see fit to cope with her newfound power?

In her first month in sixth grade, Marthe started to make new friends among the girls at her school. Her confidence in herself continued to build during this month, and she started to feel more comfortable in her new environment. She was also starting to notice boys more than before, and boys (and men) were definitely noticing her. Twice she thought she overheard some of her own brothers individually muttering profane exclamations to themselves about the size of her breasts, whispering when they thought she was out of earshot. By the end of October she was 6'1" and weighed 160 pounds. She prepared herself for the next time when one of her brothers dared pinch her ass, for she was planning to throw the little male body against the wall and throttle him in such a circumstance, but alas none of her brothers dared approach her in that manner. Two other male teachers at the school asked her out, however, and the principal himself had once hit on her quite brashly, but she had taken amusement in turning these men down and alerting them of the true situation. Nearly everyone she met and had a conversation with couldn't help but fall in love or lust with her, noting how big she was getting and how mature for her age she was looking and sounding. Dozens of men who hardly knew her couldn't help but see visions of her in their minds' eyes each evening. These men would spend much time worrying about whether or not it was "okay" to admit to themselves how they felt about "little Marthe" and how badly they wished they knew her better. In every way, she was truly getting mature beyond her years and was becoming the talk of the town. By now she flatly refused to be pushed around by her brothers, and she had started to also challenge her father's authority. Once when he told her that they would be having lasagna for dinner and that she was to prepare it, she told him that, no, he was going to order them pizza, that she would take a whole ham and pineapple pizza just for herself, that he was to tip the delivery girl generously for once, and that if he had a problem with it then maybe they should armwrestle to see who was stronger. Luckily for Arthur's ego, no one else was in the room during this exchange. His mouth gaped open but before anything else was said Don and Hugo walked in the room. "What's for dinner?" Don asked, and Arthur murmured that he was going to order pizza and fled the room before smiling Marthe could add anything else to his growing sense of shame and terror.

November started off fairly uneventfully. On the Sunday of the first week, everyone but Marthe and Don decided to go fishing to kill some time. Arthur left a note saying that Marthe and Don were to wash the dirty dishes. By now, Don was a 19 year old sophomore at college, and he had had a particularly miserable first month at school. In particularly he was stewing over the fact that all his professors were female and they all criticized his essays and found flaws in everything he said and wrote. On a Sunday, the last thing he wanted to do was to wash a huge pile of dirty dishes with his 12-year-old sister. Marthe also didn't feel like spending her Sunday doing any chores. Marthe didn't get along with Don to begin with, and amongst her brothers, he had always been the meanest one to her. So neither said a word to the other one, with Don going to the
living room to watch TV, and Marthe going to her room to call a friend. She felt no real concern because, after all, if the dishes didn't get done and her father had a problem with it, she would simply take this as an opportunity to defy him. Either Don would do the dishes or else she would have an excuse to put her father on the spot once again and press him to acknowledge her physical superiority.

Don, on the other hand, spent the next couple of hours watching TV, but he knew that eventually the dishes needed to be washed. Frustrated as hell, he thought about his life and became angry beyond reason regarding the female influence in his misery. So he headed to Marthe's room, banged on her door and told her to wash the dishes. Marthe replied by saying that she was on the phone with a friend. Don could care less, and he opened the door and went in, yelling to his sister to get down to the kitchen and wash the dishes before their father returned. Marthe, dressed only in her bra and panties and thus shocked that Don had intruded on her, told her friend that she had to go and hung up. She next turned to her brother and, feeling pity for him, said that perhaps they could each wash half of the dishes. Don, very distracted and unable to keep his eyes off his sister's immense swaying cleavage, replied that he was 19, in college, and a male, while she was only a girl of 12 in sixth grade, so therefore he had seniority. They started arguing, and Don lost his temper and sneakily tripped his sister as she was reaching for some clothes to put on, so that she landed backwards on her bed.

It was the first time in months that a male had dared to physically assult her. Not expecting this, Marthe was momentarily startled but soon regained her composure. Encouraged by what had happened, Don tried to slap his sister in the face, but Marthe was ready this time, and grabbed her brother's wrist in time. Don tried slapping her with his other hand, but Marthe grabbed his other wrist as well. They started to struggle and roll around on her bed. Don had a scowl on his face, despite the fact that his penis had hardened (this being the first time Don had ever rolled around on a bed with a girl dressed only in her underwear), but Marthe simply found it all sort of thrilling and she started laughing at how silly it was for shrimpy little Don to even try to assault her big strong body. For a brief moment Don ended up on top of her. However, given that he was only 5'3" tall and weighed 115 pounds, he didn't stay on top for long. To Marthe's surprise, she very, very, VERY easily overpowered her brother the second she put her mind to doing so, and then she rolled around, ending up on top of him. With her brother's wrists securely in her hands, her body on top of his, and her immense breasts drapped over Don's head, Marthe had the opportunity to catch her breath from laughing so much.

By now, Don had ended up lying on his back on Marthe's bed, with his wrists caught securely in his sister's hands, and Marthe had ended up sitting on her brother's midsection. Don tried desperately to break free, but it proved futile. The entire time, Marthe's big breasts jiggled as she giggled and looked into her brother's eyes with a mixture of surprise and amusement. After a few minutes, Don gave up trying to break free. Marthe responded by pulling up on her brother's wrists, so that Don's upper body ended up being upright. Next, Marthe straightened her legs and wrapped them around her brother's midsection, and started to squeeze. Don responded by gasping in surprise. He tried to lessen the pressure by tightening his abdominal muscles. Marthe responded by increasing the pressure. Don's abdominal muscles cramped up quickly and Marthe continued to increase the pressure. "You can't win, Don," she said. "It's just as I thought. My girl legs are much stronger than your entire male body." After a short while, Don's abdominal muscles were completely exhausted, but Marthe continued to increase the pressure, while Don moaned in pain.

This process continued for the next fifteen minutes, with Don gasping and moaning in pain and desperately trying to breathe, and Marthe responding by relentlessly squeezing her brother's midsection tighter and tighter with her legs and reducing his breathing capacity, all while throwing some choice disparaging comments his way. At times Marthe would remark, "Oooh, listen to that cute little moan!" and then she would lean in, give Don several kisses on the lips, then lean back and squeeze her legs even harder. Finally Don began crying and begging his sister for mercy: "Oh Marthe! Please!! Please stop!! Please stop!!" Marthe responded by getting serious and asking Don why she should stop. Had he ever stopped teasing her when she was the smaller one? Don responded to this by saying that he would gladly wash the dishes. Marthe said that that was no longer good enough. Don asked her what else she wanted. Marthe responded by saying: "Well big brother, I also want you to clean my room, do my laundry, kiss my ass, and give me 200 euros so that I can buy a new dress and a new pair of shoes. Or else I shall have to spank you." Don instantly agreed, even though this would wipe out most of his savings. Marthe finally unwrapped her bulging mega-legs from around Don's tiny midsection and released him. He instantly collapsed into a pitiful little pile on her bed. Then Marthe got up, smiled, and snaked one arm under him, with which she roughly scooped him up and dropped him into a little pile at her feet. Wincing with pain and exhaustion, Don looked up to see that Marthe was pulling down her pants and panties. "I meant it literally, little Don," she told him. "I want you to give both of my ass cheeks nice, nice kisses." He did as he was instructed and in his delirious state he could not help but notice how round, smooth, and immense his sister's ass had become.

After he had recovered physically (he never recovered mentally), Don spent the rest of the day washing the dishes and doing whatever his sister had asked of him. Several times she gave him spurious, pointless commands, such as to do twenty jumping jacks and then bark like a puppydog, or to look at her feet and decide which of her toes was the cutest, and he readily obeyed. He also gave her the 200 euros that she had asked for. While Don was busy with his tasks, Marthe had wondered why she had had strange tingling sensations when her brother was struggling between her legs. These thoughts, along with all the changes that her body had gone through since July continued to flood her mind that night as she drifted off to sleep.

The rest of November went by fairly uneventfully, and by the end of the month Marthe had grown to a height of 6'2" and weighed 165 pounds. Her figure was also becoming stupendously feminine. She boasted a towering hourglass figure, and though she had very little fat, her body was becoming stupendously curvy. Given that the Flemings lived on a small island, and there wasn't much to do there, fishing was one of the activities that had become somewhat of a weekend ritual for them. On the first of December, as Don was in his room doing his homework, there was a knock on his door. He asked who it was, and Marthe responded that it was she. Don reluctantly told her to come in. She entered his room and closed the door behind her. After a bit of small talk she said: "Listen, big brother, as you know, I want to buy a dress and a pair of shoes with the money that you gave me. I have decided that I am going to do that this weekend. One of my tall friends has told me about a store where she buys some of her clothes. I need you to drive me there this weekend." Don said: "But... I am going fishing this weekend." Marthe responded: "I am sorry, big brother, but you are going to have to change your plans. Also, I don't want anyone to know about this. It can be our WIDDLE secret," and on the emphasized word Marthe squeezed Don's little shoulder, which was hidden in her big plump hand. Don winced and for a moment he wanted to give her a piece of his mind, but after their last encounter he decided that it was in his best interest to do as he was told. When he agreed to Marthe's wishes she thanked him, gave him a peck on the cheek, and then turned around, pulled her pants down, and remarked that it was time for him to give her some more pecks on the cheeks as well. He obeyed, nervously and shamefully putting his little lips to his sister's buttocks. "Oh thank you, big brother," she told him before departing. "I knew you'd come around. I knew you couldn't resist the opportunity to spend more 'alone time' with me. At least, the erection you've had whenever I'm around you as hinted as much!" Don blushed, and walking away down the hall Marthe called over her shoulder: "Now don't jerk off too hard!"

The weekend approached, and Don came up with the excuse of having to do his homework to avoid going fishing with his father and brothers. Once they h ad left, he followed his sister's directions to the clothing store in his rusty old clunker. Once at the store, Marthe asked her brother to wait for her in the car. She went inside the store and spent the next thirty minutes looking around until she found what shewas looking for. She went inside one of the fitting rooms, and tried on what she had selected. Satisfied with her appearance, she bought the items and returned to the car. Her brother drove her back home. Once inside, Marthe asked Don to come to her room. Don was a little hesitant, so Marthe took his hand in hers, and walked him to her room. Once inside, she closed the door. Her room had a full length mirror, and she asked her brother to stand in front of it. She told her brother: "Close your eyes, Don. I am going to try on what I just bought, and then you can open your eyes." Don did as he was told, and after about ten minutes, Marthe asked him to open his eyes.

When Don opened his eyes, he saw their reflection in the mirror. Marthe was standing behind him, in her new dress and shoes. She was wearing a tight pink dress that covered most of her upper body and came down to her knees. She also had on a
pair of cream colored stockings, and a pair of red platform shoes with 5-inch heels. Marthe asked her brother to look into her eyes and tell her how she looked. Now that his sister was sixteen inches taller than him in her heels, Don had to look way upwards to make eye contact with her. Don had to admit to himself that his sister looked stunning, but he couldn't bring himself to say that to her, not wanting to give her any more power over him, so he just stared up at her speechlessly. Looking down into her silent brother's eyes, Marthe knew that she must have looked really, REALLY good. "The fact that you couldn't say anything only tells me that you're even MORE stunned and under my spell than I could ever have expected!" she remarked with glee. Then Marthe bent down and kissed the top of Don's head. Next, she turned him around, cupped his chin in her hand and lifted it so they were making eye contact and said: "I don't want you telling our relatives about this, Don. It is our WIDDLE secret, and if you ever betray my confidence I shall spank you." Nervous as hell, Don agreed to keep things a secret. Then Marthe bent way down again and shoved her brother toward her so that he was forced to embrace her and feel her heaving breasts press against his meager body. Then, without much subtle direction on her part, Don got the hint and instinctively found Marthe's lips with his own. As they made out Marthe took one of her large hands and cupped Don's buttocks with it. She then lifted him up off the ground and into her arms, refusing to break her liplock over him even as she sensed that he was panicked and wanted to pull away. "Look, I am your goddess now," Marthe told him after she finally ended their kiss, and she directed him to look in the full-length mirror to see just how small he looked in her arms. She then slowly let him go, forcing his body to make extremely close contact with her own as he slowly slid down to the floor. She noted with some amusement that the space between Don's legs seemed very hard and pokey when it came in contact with her thighs.

"One last thing," she told him, "before you can leave." Don looked at her inquiringly. "Would you like to give my asscheeks some more kisses?" "YES!" Don exclaimed, nearly dropping to his knees. "Well too bad, big brother!" Marthe teased. "That was a trick question! There will be no more ass-kisses for you for a while, as I think you perhaps have a dirty mind about them!" As Marthe laughed Don felt ashamed of himself and left his sister's room. She called after him, "Now remember not to tell any of our relatives about this--because we wouldn't want them to be JEALOUS! And don't you wack off TOO hard!"

At this point, Marthe knew full well that she did indeed look extremely attractive, far more attractive than supermodels in their mid-20s, and she knew she was the dream of every man who saw her. She had smooth honey blonde hair that came down to her mid-back, an oval face, arched eyebrows, an angular nose, full lips and a wide white smile. She also had high cheekbones, and emerald green eyes that now sparkled due to her increasing self-confidence. Her breasts also continued to  develop perfectly, though well past sane dimensions, and she had an impossibly formidable hourglass figure. Her arms and legs were also developing nicely. They were properly proportioned, a bit plump, solid but not overtly muscular. Her skin was also light cream colored, delicate but gorgeous, and she already had a large, smooth, shapely bulbous ass that would make many a man cream his pants on first sight. In short, she already possesed an amazingly feminine appearance and was an absolute stunner at the age of twelve. She was already far and away the most attractive female that anyone on the island had ever seen in their entire lives. As December continued, Marthe continued to feel more and more confident at school, and with each passing day she noticed boys more and more. To get her feelings out, sometimes she would call Don into her room late at night and make out with him for an hour or two, never allowing him to go beyond second base with her, always teasing him and making him feel ashamed of himself at the end of every makeout session, and spanking his bare bottom twice when he got too frisky (stuffing her sock in his mouth to muffle his crying on these occaisons). Several times before he left her room she noticed a wet spot in the front of his trousers, but she thought it best not to remark on this.

With each passing month, the size difference between the boys and girls at her school became more pronounced. By the end of the year, Marthe had grown to a height of 6'3" and weighed 175 pounds.

As the year drew to a close, Marthe reviewed the events of the past year in her head. In the past six months, she had grown 15 inches and had gained 80 pounds. She had adjusted very well to her new school and the sixth grade, and her brothers and father no longer dared to treat her like their slave or beat her. As great as the year had been for Marthe, it had proved disastrous for Don. Since being humiliated by his sister two months earlier, his performance at school had plummeted. He couldn't do any of his work because he couldn't keep his mind off Marthe. He dreamed about her body 24 hours a day and began to think of himself less as an independent entity and more as an extension or plaything of his young sister's whims. He ended up failing all of his classes, and was placed on a semester's leave from the university. He had also stayed the same height at age 19. He knew that he was done growing, and actually he had lost some weight due to lack of appetite.

January started, and as the month progressed Marthe's body continued to go through changes. By now her breasts had reached cartoonish proportions. They were gigantic yet also pert, staying up very well even when she didn't wear a bra. They were approximately the size of basketballs, bounced when she walked and rose and fell when she breathed. Even when her Triple-XL shirts stretched out to the max, she still felt that her heavy mammaries were threatening to burst through. She no longer wore a bra because no bras fit her. 

One morning when she woke up, she realized that her nipples were moist. First she thought that she might have sweated in the night, but upon closer examination she realized that her nipples were covered with a white liquid. It finally occurred to her that the liquid was actually milk. Another side-effect of the hormone had now manifested itself. Girls would start lactating after hitting puberty, even if they were not pregnant. Marthe had had sex education classes since October, as mandated by the state's department of health, and she was starting to learn about the changes that her body was going through. It was difficult for her, however, since she was going through so many of these changes far ahead of schedule and to far more extreme degrees than seemed possible. In addition, she usually talked to her friends, trying to make sense of things. For the time being she decided to keep this lactating business to herself. By the end of January, Marthe was 6'4" inches tall and weighed 185 pounds.

During the second Sunday of February, everyone but Marthe and Don went fishing. Don had been too depressed with being out of school. Once again, the dirty dishes had to be washed, and there were chores that had to be done. Since no one in the family dared push Marthe around, or even ask her to please do anything for them (since they were afraid that if she disobeyed them formally then their pretense of control over her would suddenly be shattered), everything became Don's responsibility. But he was very depressed and chores were the last thing he wanted to do that day, so he decided to just watch TV. Marthe also wanted to watch TV, so they started to argue, Don finally showing some anger (albeit misplaced anger) due to so much pent up frustration in life. Marthe mentioned that Don needed to do the dishes anyway, and Don told her to mind her own business. "But don't you remember, dear 'big' brother, what happened the last time we argued?" Marthe drawled with a smile and patted her bare thigh. "Remember how that turned out? And I'm eeeeeven bigger now than I was then! So beeeeee careful, 'big' brother!" Don scowled and turned his head. The remote was on the coffee table, and both of them grabbed it at the same time. Between being depressed, not having any meaningful employment or a girlfriend, and being on leave from college, Don had stopped thinking clearly. He pulled on the remote sharply, and told Marthe that she should just back off because he was the older one, and a boy. Marthe however taunted her brother and called him a "pipsqeak pokey-pants loser". Don finally snapped and saw red. He charged at Marthe with all his might, knocking her off her feet and onto the ground. Actually Marthe went down deliberately, laughingly, falling back on purpose as this was part of her plan, to make Don think he still had a chance. Because of his momentum he ended up on top of her. He grabbed her wrists, and tried pinning her hands to the ground. After a brief moment, however, just long enough to make Don believe that he was in control, Marthe easily broke her brother's grip, and she in turn grabbed on to his wrists. She also snaked her long and powerful legs around Don's midsection and locked her ankles together. She ended up turning so that they were now both on their sides, with her thighs around Don's midsection. Marthe began to gently squeeze her legs. In short, the result was almost identical to their last encounter, except this time around Marthe was even bigger and stronger. Almost immediately, Don felt the awesome power of his sister's legs, as he tensed his abdominal muscles to protect himself. He obviously couldn't keep this up for long, as his weak abdominal muscles quickly cramped up, and he also needed to breathe, which he couldn't do very well. As expected, after a short while, Marthe ended up compacting the space in her brother's abdomen, with her brother begging for mercy from his sister. This time however, Marthe decided that Don needed to be punished, so she didn't release him just yet. She wanted to make him realize just how weak and helpless he was, especially compared to her. She even released his arms, to let him try and pry her legs apart. Don tried to do so, but couldn't even budge his sister's thighs a centimeter. Marthe almost didn't feel his struggles, and she acted as if he wasn't even there. "Hmm," she mused, "I think I ALMOST feel some little chicken arms trying to tickle me or something." She laughed down at him. Soon, Don was reduced to sobbing and begging his sister for mercy, and hopelessly pounding on her big mammoth legs, which encased about half his body. He told her that he would do anything if she just stopped. After another five minutes of squeeze-torture, Marthe said that she would ease up, provided that from now on he cleaned her room every day, did her laundry, fixed her bed, made her breakfast, and continued to give her polite kisses on her asscheeks whenever she requested them. One additional stipulation was that from now on, if she asked him for an 'extremely important favor' he couldn't say no and had to do it for her. Not thinking at that moment, Don instantly agreed. Upon hearing this, Marthe reluctantly released her brother, but not before giving him a few more "love squeezes" for good measure. "MMmm, I LOVE you, 'big' brother!" she said as she squeezed, flexing her biceps for show. All throughout this process Marthe had been getting those tingling sensations once again, the same ones she had gotten the last time she had squeezed her brother between her legs.

The rest of February went by fairly uneventfully, with Marthe now being 6'5" tall and weighing 195 pounds.

March started, and the weather had turned beautiful. By the last weekend of the month, spring had started and the family decided to go camping for the entire weekend. Don was still very depressed at being on a semester's leave from college, and Marthe hated to go camping, so they stayed behind. After their last fight, every morning after everyone else had left the house Don had to make his sister breakfast, clean her room, fix her bed, and bend down (slightly) to give her kisses on her bulbous asscheeks whenever Marthe requested. He also had to do her laundry once a week and promise to kiss her underwear before folding it and setting it in her clothes drawers.

One day, once everyone else was gone, Marthe told Don that she was inviting some of her female friends over for a get-together tomorrow, and that she had an "extremely important favor" to ask him, but she didn't elaborate any further. "Be on your best behavior, 'big' brother--OR ELSE." By now, Marthe had grown to 6'6" tall and weighed 200 pounds. She imposed herself on Don easily and often, leaning into him when they talked and playfully smushing his little body against the walls for fun. From time to time she would also randomly grab him as they passed in the hall, hold him tight and swiftly yank his trousers and underwear down to expose his seemingly omnipresent erection. Don could never fight back in these instances, and Marthe would point at his stiff little penis while teasing "Oh big brother, who is that hard-on for, I wonder?" Then finally when she'd let him go, he would scamper away while hurriedly pulling up his trousers while she laughed at him.

She had also definitely started to notice boys more than ever before. But now, due to the artificial hormone, she had started to find her brothers attractive, particularly Don, whom she would sometimes kidnap from his bed at night so that he could come sleep with her instead.

The following afternoon, the girls, who were all Marthe's classmates, showed up. Marthe greeted them wearing her tight pink dress and her shoes with the 5" heels, and they all went to her room. All these girls had also more or less gone through the same changes that Marthe had gone through, although none were yet as tall or as developed as she was. Marthe told them that she would like to introduce her brother to them. Moments later, Marthe was back with Don, and introduced him to her friends while patting him on the head and messing up his hair: "Okay girls, this is my 'big' brother Don. He is 19 years old, and a second year in college. He is 5'4" tall and weighs 115 pounds. Isn't that right, Don?" Her brother shuffled his feet and bashfully nodded. "WRONG, little man!" Marthe chirped merrily. "You are only 5'3" and weigh only about 100 pounds now! Don't lie to us or I shall have to spank you in front of the nice ladies!" She poked his chest and gave one of his nipples a pinch through his t-shirt, which caused him to wince and try and protect himself. "He does everything I tell him to," Marthe continued, "because if he disobeys then he knows I will beat, smush, and spank him until he cries for mercy. I make him give my big asscheeks delightful little kisses and that causes him to cream his pants and go run away to his room to cry shamefully while touching himself and thinking about my body even more. Isn't that right, Don?" Don put his head down but nodded. "Isn't he cute and adorable, ladies?" All of Marthe's friends giggled, and came and surrounded Don to say hi to him. Don gaped up at these very young amazons and gave them a nervous smile. Soon the girls were talking and giggling, and Marthe told Don to go to the kitchen and make them something for them to eat. Don did as he was told, and came back with pizza and soda. Don wanted to go back to his room, but Marthe told him to stay a little longer as they were about to put some music on. Of course it was some insufferable pop music that Don hated, but he was made to stay around and Marthe forced him to dance with several of her friends individually while the rest of the group pointed and laughed at the height differences, especially when the girl would pull Don close and smush his head into her breast, as happened many times and was always fun and exciting.

As the music died down and Don was forced to clean up their plates and cups, the girls soon started to talk about all the changes that their bodies had gone though over the past year. They talked about how it felt to be outgrowing most if not all of the males in their family before they were even technically teenagers. They talked about how their bodies were developing and how grown men were starting to give them looks of intense longing. Don began to feel very uncomfortable, listening to a group of 12-year-old sixth graders talk about their bodies, all towering over him and throwing amused glances down at him every few moments. He wanted to leave but Marthe had grabbed him and placed a big heavy hand on the back of his neck, silently warning him not to even try running away. Each girl took turns talking, until it was Marthe's turn. Marthe mentioned that growing taller wasn't the only thing they should expect as soon "other changes" would be taking place too. When one of the girls asked her to be more specific Marthe said: "Well girls, from now on your breasts will also be making milk, even if you are not pregnant! That has been the case with me for the past two months!" The girls all gasped when they heard this, and in fact they refused to believe her. Marthe replied: "Here, let me show you!" and with that, after loosening her bra, and pulling aside a part of her dress, she exposed her gigantic left breast and proceeded to show her friends that she was indeed lactating. The girls couldn't believe their eyes, and one of them said: "Oh my gosh, Marthe! I don't believe this! It's really true!" Marthe responded: "This may not necessarily such a bad thing, as I have a feeling that guys are actually going to love it!" One of Marthe's friends said: "Oh come on, Marthe, how can you be sure?" Marthe said: "Well, this is why I brought Don here today!!! Allow me to demonstrate!!!"

Upon hearing this, Don's heart plummeted and his mind exploded. He couldn't believe his ears. He wanted to run but there was nowhere to go, as a semicircle of towering 12-year-old girls blocked his path. He looked to Marthe with a white face and said: "Marthe, you can't be serious!! You want to breastfeed me?!" Marthe grinned and replied: "You know that 'extremely important favor' that I told you about? Well, this is it! You are going to have to be my first 'baby', because I simply have no one else to turn to, and my breasts are getting SO MUCH BIGGER that I feel they're going to explode if someone doesn't help me relieve the pressure! And, besides, you KNOW YOU WANT IT! You may not think you do, but you're going to love sucking my tits!" With that, big Marthe walked up to her brother, until she was looking down directly into his eyes and said: "Ok Don, time to sit on the bed in my lap!!" Don had to crane his head and neck upwards to look at his sister, who in her 5" high heels was 6'11", nearly two feet taller than him, and outweighed him 2-to-1. Looking up at her, he started to feel like a little baby and even began to cry. Dazed and confused, Marthe bent down, told him "Hush little baby, man up before I spank you", wrapped one arm around his legs, lifted him up and carried him to her bed and sat down on it, placing him in her lap. With her breast exposed from earlier, all she had to do now was to press her nipple to her brother's lips. For Don, who had already started to feel like a baby, the touch of his sister's nipple against his lips, and the fact that his will had already been weakened by his current depression and circumstances, all proved to be too much. Any resistance that he may have had due to moral or ethical reasons crumbled, and he eagerly started to suck on his sister's breast, lovingly caressing her big nipple with his little tongue.

The girls' constant giggling turned into uproarious laughter when Marthe directed them to notice the small tent pitched in Don's pants as he suckled. "You wait, girls," she told them, "before long there's going to be a smelly sticky wet spot forming right at the tip of that little bulge! He can't help himself!" And she was right.

"HAH!" Marthe roared. "I knew you would like it! Just the thought of sucking your sister's breasts for nourishment may have rubbed you the wrong way or whatever, but when you ACTUALLY are in the moment of it, pressing your little lips against my big nipples, and getting such sweet juice out of it, I knew you couldn't resist! How could you when my gigantic breasts are the most awesome thing in your world, little brother? And this is the best way for you to worship my boobs like you would God!"

As Don sucked on Marthe's breast, the milk entered his mouth first drop by drop and then in a strong stream. It tasted like regular milk, only sweeter. He wrapped his arms around her gigantic breast and hugged and gently rubbed it as he sucked. It was all he wanted. After a while, when enough had entered his mouth, Don wanted only more and more of it. The milk started to have a dramatic effect on him, as his head started to spin, and he became somewhat disoriented. Marthe meanwhile had started to gasp and moan, as she felt tingling sensations that had started in her nipple, spread to her breast, and then the rest of her body. She too started to feel a little disoriented, but certainly not as much as her brother.

As Don continued to suck on his sister's breast, Marthe decided that she wanted the same thing done to her other breast, and instructed her brother accordingly. She called out his name several times, but he didn't respond, and continued to suck away. It was as if he had entered another dimension, and didn't want to leave it. Finally, Marthe had to pull Don away from her breast, and shake him a few times until he came back to his senses. Impatiently, Marthe guided Don's head to her other breast, and thrust its nipple into his mouth. "Suck the other one, you little bitch," she told him. Again, Don did not disappoint his younger sister. He sucked greedily.

Marthe's friends meanwhile, had been watching with a mixture of curiosity and shock, as Don continued to suck away, seeming lost in space and time. At long last, Marthe felt that she had had enough for her first time, and pulled her nipple out of Don's mouth. Once again, she had to shake him a few time to bring him back to his senses. Once they had both recovered, Marthe asked Don to get off of her lap, and she put her bra and dress back on. She told her friends that it was time for them to go home, as she had to talk to Don about a few things. Giggling, her friends made Marthe promise that she would invite them over again when she planned on breast-feeding her brother, and they bid her goodbye.

Once they were alone again, Marthe looked down into her brother's eyes and asked how he liked what had just happened between them. Don nervously replied: "M-Marthe p-please... You are my sister. This is just plain wr-wr-wr-wr-wrong. We shouldn't ever do this again." Marthe replied: "Oh come on, 'big' brother, I know how much you liked it. Besides, even if it is wrong, people do wrong things all the time. Wasn't it wrong when you used to hit me and call me mean names? Surely this isn't as bad as that, since it's something we BOTH like doing! If hitting someone is better than breastfeeding them, then maybe you'd prefer it if I physically abused your poor little body instead?" He hurriedly shook his head. "Didn't think so!" Marthe remarked. "Besides, we both know it felt really good, in fact so good that the good feelings were much stronger than the 'bad' feelings of guilt and shame. From now on, every time we are alone together I am going to breast-feed you and you are going to be my baby. If you have a problem with that, then I can punch you instead. One punch from me is enough to knock you out cold -- you know that. But if you think punching someone isn't as bad as breastfeeding them, then oh well, it's up to you." Don's head started to spin, as a part of him couldn't argue with this logic. He didn't answer back and simply looked down at the ground. "Besides," Marthe  continued, "you know as well as I do that we have done a lot of other 'wrong' things together, like kissing and cuddling together nearly naked in my bed on cold winter nights, and we also know for a fact that you definitely have a lot of very 'wrong' thoughts about me several times a day when you're alone in your room and jerking off into tissue paper!" Don's face grew red and embarrassed. Then Marthe told her brother that she wanted to be alone now, and asked him to leave her room. Don hesitated. "I know you want to make out with me, Don," Marthe said dismissively, "but I don't feel like doing that now. You will just have to retreat to your room and masturbate while THINKING about kissing me. That is going to have to be good enough for you today, and, besides, you already have a wet spot on your pants."

Between that day and the end of April, everyone in the family except Don and Marthe went camping and fishing every chance they got. During these times, Marthe would invite her friends over and breast-feed Don in their presence while they all teased and made fun of him, doing height comparisons and seeing how much larger around their arms, legs, feet, and muscles in general were vs. Don's. Marthe's friends all said that they would also love to find someone to breast-feed, once they started lactating as well. Aside from making girls grow much taller, another effect that the hormone had on girls was to lower their inhibitions. The hormone also effected men. One of its effects on men, including Don, was to lower their willpower. So during the month of April, this breast-feeding ritual was established, and by the end of this month Marthe had grown even more and now stood an incredible 6'7" tall, and weighed an astounding 207 pounds. With her heels on she was an even 7 feet. She enjoyed towering over her family at this height and the sounds of her clomping around in her heels could be heard all throughout the house all day long, with none of her brothers or her father having enough courage to tell her to be quiet, for they were too afraid to remark upon anything at all even remotely related to Marthe's height or development. She licked her lips in anticipation sometimes, daring them to comment when she stood too close to them at times, grinning down at their little bodies.

Each time Marthe breastfed her brother, Don felt so safe, secure and protected, as if he was back in the womb. This proved to be so different from his real world, a world of uncertainty, insecurity, pain and misery. At the same time, Don as a 19-year-old felt absolutely pathetic next to his 12-year-old sister. Each time she hissed at him that it was "Time to suck my tits!", he felt like a fly that was entering a spider's web. With each passing day, he lost more and more of his self-concept, and became more and more dependent emotionally on his much younger sister for feeling secure. She would pick him up randomly throughout the day, cram his body into a ball, hug him against her chest and then make out with him, laughing at his obvious erection once she set him back down on his own two little feet. She loomed over him and could call him to attention whenever she wanted. It was as if he had become nothing more than an extension of her being. He hated this situation, because it make him feel pathetic, and yet, feeling pathetic, he loved how his sister and her body caused him to feel. These two completely different feelings that Marthe induced in him only added to his sense of confusion and disorientation.

During the first week of May, after one of her breast-feeding sessions, Marthe asked Don how much money he had saved up from work. Don replied that he had around 400 dollars saved up. Marthe said that she was going to need around 300 dollars, for she wanted to special order a few things online, and that she had a surprise for him. This made Don extremely nervous, but given that Marthe had just breast-fed him, he was still somewhat disoriented, and he meekly agreed to hand over the money to her. Marthe gave him a kiss on top of the head. Then she went online and ordered what she needed, and she had to wait until the month of June to receive it. For the remainder of the month of May, Marthe continued to breast-feed her brother at every opportunity, and with each passing day, more and more milk was produced by her body, until Don had to eat less and less food, not that he was eating so much these days anyway, as he was usually too depressed to do much of anything besides masturbate to his sister secretly in his room. Furthermore, as time progressed, Don started to crave and almost prefer his sister's breast-milk to regular food. Marthe's amazing growth continued unabated, and by the end of May she stood at 6'8" tall, and weighed 215 pounds. Don was down to 95 pounds, as the breast milk satiated him but also somehow directed his body into a new sleeker form. Just the thought of their relative size differential made Don cream his pants, and Marthe would often remark upon this whenever she made him stand next to her in the full-length mirror, which was often.

During the last week of May, the family had decided to take a month-long vacation in June to visit relatives in Germany. When Don heard this, he would have ordinarily liked to go, but Marthe said that if he wanted their routine to continue, he would stay home with her. The idea of being alone with Marthe for an entire month seemed very scary to Don, but also perhaps almost too exciting for him to bear. By now he was too addicted to Marthe's breast-milk anyway, and his free will was all but gone. So on June first, everyone else left for Germany, and Don was technically left in charge of things. Their father actually announced that "Don is in charge!" by yelling it from the truck as he drove away. Marthe cackled, knowing that her father had been too afraid to tell them this earlier, as doing so would have given Marthe a chance to respond.

Later that afternoon, a package arrived for Marthe, and Marthe anxiously took the package to her room. She called for her brother, and told him to come to her room for a big surprise. Don nervously went to his sister's room, and entered. Marthe told him to close eyes, and to open them only when he was told to do so. For the next fifteen minutes, Don could hear the sounds of a package being opened, and of various articles of clothing being put on by Marthe. Finally, he felt Marthe's hands under his armpits, as she effortlessly lifted him up, and then he felt his legs go through two sturdy supports. finally, he felt Marthe tie something around his neck, and then tie something round his head. At long last, Marthe ordered her brother to open his eyes.

The image that greeted Don when his eyes opened left him speechless for the next few minutes. What he saw was Marthe's and his own reflection in the mirror. Starting from the ground and going upwards, Marthe was wearing 6-inch red platforms, followed by long red stockings, a red skirt that went down half-way to her knees, and a red blouse that was buttoned down the middle. She had also put on red lipstick, and had fixed her hair up in a bun. Marthe had also securely fastened to her own body a baby-carrier with three straps. One of the straps went around her lower back, one around her midsection just below her breasts, and one around her neck. Marthe had placed Don in the baby-carrier so that he was facing her body, with his face inches from her nipples. She had also tied a light-blue bib around his neck, and a bonnet around his head. The feeling of shame and humiliation that Don had recently been feeling was now amplified by an order of magnitude, as he now looked completely like a newborn baby strapped to the chest of his mother. After the initial shock had worn off, all Don could do now was to wrap his arms around Marthe's neck, start to sob and cry uncontrollably and say: "Oh Marthe!! Please!! Please protect me!! Please protect me from this cruel and cold world!! I can't take it any more!! I feel as if my whole world and identity is spiraling out of control!" In response, Marthe with an almost maternal feeling ran her fingers through Don's hair and said: "There, there, 'big' brother. Don't worry. I'll protect and nurture you. Here... let me do something for you that I know will make you feel much better."

With that, Marthe undid the buttons of her blouse, thrust her nipple into Don's mouth, and started to breast feed him. This breast feeding session went on for the next hour, as Don continued to cry, sob, and suck eagerly on his sister's nipples. Her breasts became glistening wet with her brother's tears. Occasionally, Marthe would order Don to open his eyes and see their reflection in the mirror, and she would offer hushed commentary about "See how little you are...? And see how biiiig I am?" The sight along would have caused Don to cry more, and suck away more vigorously, but Marthe's lovingly sarcastic commentary made him explode in babyish blatting. "Oh, there, there," Marthe would say, patting him on the back. "Oh you poor baby, you need more of big mama Marthe's breast milk!"

During the month of June, Marthe kept Don strapped to her body in the baby-carrier almost at all times. When they slept at night, Don would have to sleep in Marthe's bed, with Marthe's arms and legs wrapped securely around his body. He had many nocturnal emissions, and Marthe teased him about every single one. Marthe also invited her friends over sometimes when Don was breast-fed, which to Don seemed to be all the time. Don also spent the entire month of June doing all the chores and kissing Marthe's asscheeks as ordered, on a nearly hourly basis. He had been turned into Marthe's slave, doing her laundry, cleaning her room, making her breakfast, lunch and dinner, brushing her hair for her, painting her nails and toenails, and sometimes even being forced to wipe her bottom after she went to the bathroom.

In addition, he almost didn't have to eat any food, as Marthe's breast-milk was more than enough for his dietary needs. He also had a painful erection, for being in his sister's presence caused him to be hard almost 24 hours a day. By the time the month of June had come to an end, Marthe now stood 6'9", or 7'3" in her heels, and weighed 225 pounds. On the last day of June, during their final breast-feeding session for that month, Marthe asked Don if he was going back to college during the summer. Don replied that he no longer had the willpower to study anything, and that he was also having trouble at his job. And with that, he started to cry again. Hearing this, Marthe knew that Don's college days were over, and that at best, he was looking at spending his remaining years slaving away at a dead-end job. Feeling empathy for him, she put her big hands on his small shoulders, bent way down and gave him a long kiss on the lips. While doing so, she felt Don shiver and shake. His knees buckled and his crotch bucked a bit and she knew that he had just had an orgasm. She knew that she had now completely conquered her youngest brother and that he was her total devoted slave. She now planned on putting the next phase of her plan into action. Conquering her next brother who was a year older than Don. That night after midnight, as she turned thirteen, and with her arms and legs wrapped securely around Don's spent body, she looked back at the last year of her life: she had finished sixth grade with ease, she had grown 21 inches, gained 135 pounds, and had completely conquered Don.

On July first, the family was back from Germany. During this time all of Marthe's friends had also noticed that their breasts had also started to produce milk. They decided that the next time they went over to Marthe's to observe Don's breast-feeding session, they would discuss who in their own families they could also start to breast-feed.

On July first, Marthe had turned 13, and she was looking forward to her summer, and to subjugating another male. Her next oldest brother Hugo, was 20 years old now, and had just finished his sophomore year in college. Due to the effects of the hormone on men, he had had a disastrous year, and had gotten Ds and Fs in all of his classes. The school had dismissed him outright, without giving him a chance of even going to summer school to raise his grades. Unbeknownst to anyone, the hormone lowered the willpower of men, and also effected their ability to concentrate. In short (no pun intended), Hugo had had no chance of getting through his classes. Now his best prospects for the remainder of his life were to be stuck in a dead-end job, like the current part-time one that he had. But when he showed up for work on Monday, his boss (a female in her mid-30s, who often wore high-heels) had told him that business was going to be slower than usual, and he was told that he was not going to have a job anymore. Hugo had saved up some money over the past year, and the thought that it was enough for him to get through the summer. With this one-two punch, he knew that he was going to be absolutely miserable for the forseeable future.

Most members of the Fleming family spent their summers fishing, hunting, and camping, and this one was going to be no exception. Hugo however felt so miserable, that he declined to take part in any of those activities for that summer. So when all the men in the family went out the following day, he was left alone with Marthe. Even Don had gone with his brothers and father; he didn't want to leave his goddess, but Marthe insisted that he go. A little while after everyone else was gone, Marthe came to the living room where Hugo was watching TV. She said: "Oh dear Hugo, can you please come to my room? I need to ask you a favor." Hugo thought this was a little strange, since he had ceased talking with his sister ever since she outgrew him months and months ago (and before then, most of their communication only amounted to him insulting her or ordering her around), but nevertheless he and followed his sister into her room, watching her high bulbous ass sway from side to side as she walked in front of him. Marthe closed the door behind them and locked it. Now Hugo felt a little intimidated, because he was only 5'3" tall and weighed 115 pounds, while his sister currently stood 6'9" tall and weighed 225 pounds. Marthe looked down into her brother's eyes, smiled and said: "Brother dear, I have this terrible cramp in my back, and I was wondering if you could please massage it? I'm a poor little girl who can't stand pain, and it's killing me!" Hugo hesitated in answering, but Marthe was insistent: "Oh pleeeeease..." Hugo finally agreed. And with that Marthe took off her t-shirt and the sweatpants that she was wearing, until she was down to her lace purple bra (a newly-purchased custom-made one, which actually fit her) and matching panties, and she lied down on her bed on her stomach. Hugo was a little surprised at Marthe's actions, and was once again hesitant, but Marthe kept asking him, then teasing him that "You aren't SCARED of me, are you?", until he relented and sat on the bed next to her and proceeded to rub his sister's huge shoulders. He was truly overwhelmed with how big her shoulders were and how big indeed her entire body was. This was the first time he had seen her up close, after avoiding her for months on end due to fear over how big his little sister was getting. Marthe responded to his touch by saying that he wasn't applying enough pressure. Hugo increased the pressure, but Marthe commented that it still wasn't nearly enough. "It feels like a little kitten or something pawing at my shoulders, Hugo! I need an actual MASSAGE, if you don't mind and can actually manage!" She finally suggested that he should straddle her back to get a better position. By now, Hugo was a little embarrassed at his lack of strength, and so he straddled his sister's back and started to massage her with all of his meager might, starting at her shoulders and working his way down. Now Hugo got an even better appreciation for his sister's size and apparent strength and toughness, and this was the paradox, for the closer he got to her and the more effort he exerted in order to try and prove his manliness, the more he realized how much her body superceded his own. She was simply much, much tougher than him. He was in awe of how big and shapely she was. Hugo worked his way down Marthe's body until he got to her lower back and stopped. He tried his best, using circular motions and really putting much effort and all of his weight into it, for what that was worth. Marthe responded by murmuring that she loved the feel of his tiny little hands. At this, Hugo blushed and stopped. Marthe said: "Oh Hugo! Don't stop, please massage my legs as well!" Hugo had also liked the feminine feel of Marthe's skin and body, and without thinking he obeyed, massaging her legs by starting at her upper thighs and working his way all the way down to her ankles. At long last he was done, and his hands had cramped up. He felt as if he had just had the most intense workout of his life.

Now that he was done, Hugo got off of Marthe's bed and stood up. Marthe sat up on the edge of her bed and said: "Thank you SOOOO much, Hugo! My back feels so much better! Oooooh I feel GREEEEATT!" she drawled, laying it on thick, then yawning and stretching and absentmindedly flexing her very large arms right in Hugo's face. Hugo replied: "No problem Marthe. I'm going to go back and watch TV now." But before he could turn around and leave, Marthe opened up her legs, wrapped them around her brother's midsection, and closed them. She said: "Oh not just yet, Hugo! There is still one more thing I want you to do for me!" Hugo was taken completely off guard by this, and after his initial shock had worn off, he started to struggle to get free. Marthe giggled and held him between her legs -- very gently, but Hugo was still trapped. He tried with all of his strength to pry open Marthe's thighs, but he couldn't budge them. He felt as if two living tree trunks had wrapped themselves around his abdomen. Marthe almost didn't even feel her brother's struggles, and laughed openly at his predicament. Hugo finally moaned: "Marthe pleeeeease! Let me goooo! Let me gooooo! God daaaammit!" Marthe replied: "Oh Hugo! You are mine now! You are so cute when you get angry!" This only caused Hugo to struggle even more, and to pound ineffectively on his sister's thighs, but he was still trapped. Then she increased the presure just the slightest amount, and Hugo began screaming and crying and begging for his life. Finally Marthe relaxed her legs and said: "Now that we have fully established who is in control here and you have learned your place, I will let you go, 'big' brother, but you have to do one more thing for me!" Hugo pleaded: "Ooooh Marthe, please let me gooo! I've had a terrible month! I have been kicked out of college, and I don't have a job for a summer either because that mean boss lady fired me, even though when I first started working there I had a crush on her and even th-thought m-m-maybe she would like me and be my girlfriend!! But now I know she just hates me and thinks I'm a loser because sh-sh-she fired me!!" Marthe replied: "My poor brother!! I am so sorry, but what I want you to do for me will make you feel much better, I promise!" And with that, Marthe undid her purple lace bra and threw it on the floor. Her gigantic breasts bounced free and burst into full view.

This completely shocked Hugo into silence. He had never seen breasts so big and perfect. Marthe continued: "You see, 'big' brother, for some months now my breasts have been producing milk. In fact, so much milk that if someone doesn't suck them out and drink them, my breasts hurt all day and feel swollen. Don has been helping, but now I have become too big for one manboy. This is where you come in!!! I want you to suck on my breasts until all their milk is gone!!" Hugo's face turned white, and he looked at his sister in shock and silence. He was completely speechless. Seeing this, Marthe started to squeeze her legs and said: "Come on, 'big' brother, get started!! Before I squeeze you to death! Either way, I know this is good for you!! Besides, my sweet milk will help you forget about being kicked out of college and being unemployed for the summer due to your female boss discarding you like a little piece of trash! You see, at my breast finally you will feel comfortable with yourself, because finally you will be playing the natural role of a little helpless baby! You will love it and it will start to feel very natural for you! Besides, if you don't start I will keep squeezing my legs, harder and harder and harder!" Between Marthe's logical reasoning, and the shooting pain in his abdomen, Hugo needed no further instructions. He took hold of Marthe's left breast, took the big nipple into his mouth and started to suck for all he was worth. Almost immediately, Hugo began to love the feel of Marthe's nipple against his slick little tongue. He sucked her tit in earnest, all the while lovingly caressing her big boob, and for this he was rewarded with his sister's milk as it flowed copiously into his mouth. Its sweet flavor surprised him initially, but he found that he loved its taste. He sucked harder and harder, and for good measure, he even paused at times to kiss Marthe's breast and tell her that he loved her. Marthe started to gasp and moan. Her brother continued to suck away. Finally at long last, her breast had run dry. Marthe had to shake Hugo a few times, and pull her nipple out of his mouth. She quickly guided him to her other breast and the entire process was repeated. Finally at long, long last, Hugo was done. Once again, Marthe had to pull her nipple out of Hugo's mouth, and shake him vigorously to snap him out of his trancelike state. When Hugo finally opened his eyes, the entire room was spinning. It took him a few minutes to regain his senses, to remember where he was, and even
to remember his own name.

While this was going on and he was still dazed, Marthe took the liberty of ripping all his clothes off him, holding him aloft with her forearm under his neck, and taking him in front of the full-length mirror. Again and again she emphasized their size disparity, jiggling his limp little body in front of her towering powerhouse hourglass figure. His mind reeling for so many reasons, Hugo began to moan in confusion. Marthe then directed him to observe and note the crude little stiffy that he was sporting. "You've had a hard dick ever since you entered my room, Hugo," she told him laughingly. "Don't think I haven't noticed!"

Marthe could tell that her brother was now completely lost. He was no longer a coherent or independent human being. She knew then and there that Hugo was also going to be completely under her control from now on. So now she had not one but two older brothers that were completely under her spell!! It was going to be a wonderful summer!!

For the rest of July, Marthe continued her breastfeeding of Hugo almost around the clock, to the point that Hugo ended up preferring Marthe's milk to any other kind of food. She often breastfed him with him strapped to her chest in the baby carrier, and wearing a bonnet and bib as well. Don was jealous, but Marthe's explanation was that Hugo deserved to catch up on his share of milk, and so the younger of the two brothers was for the time being only allowed to drink "leftovers" when Hugo could not gulp down all the milk available in a given sitting.

Moreover, Marthe had begun rolling out an assortment of "games" for the three of them to play. She would arm-wrestle them both simultaneously, with Hugo's entire body vs. Marthe's right arm, and Don's entire body against Marthe's left. The men were no match for her. Every ounce of strength they had could not match Marthe's casual effort, and time and again she mashed them down to the floor and crushed them with just her forearms.

At month's end, Marthe was now 6'10" tall and weighed an unbelievable 235 pounds, with every ounce of it in the shapeliest places. As much as she relished her looks and loved her body's development, she liked showing herself off off even more. In public she strutted her stuff and caused every neck to bend when she walked past. Adults were all totally afraid of her and groveled before her whenever she arbitrarily chose to disagree with anything they said, which was often. In private with Don and Hugo many hours were spent gathered around the full-length mirror admiring Marthe's big body. She would flex her muscles and present her long legs for her brothers to embrace and kiss.

At times she got so "heated" that her breasts and nipples actually seemed to expand in real-time. As it was, her nipples were big enough to fill her brother's little mouths. Sometimes when she was "pooking", Marthe would literally screw each of her brothers' mouths onto a nipple, and it would be so tight a fit that her brothers' weights would in fact be supported. She would then stand up and watch as the two little men's bodies dangled, each from one of her big tits. They would all be naked, and Marthe would admire the sight in the mirror, flexing her bicep muscles, winking to no one in particular, blowing kisses, and proudly shaking her immense chest back and forth, which would send the little men shaking and swaying in front of her, with their pathetic little forms draped down over her breasts and their little feet suspended high in the air. They moaned both in humiliation and in lust whenever she did this, and more than once they shot loads of semen onto her stomach when she abused them this way. When she was finished she would pry their little mouths off her nipples, and she thought the little teeth marks they had left on her nipples were the cutest little things.

When August came around, everyone except Don and Hugo went for a prolonged camping, fishing and hunting trip that would last the entire month. Once they had left, Marthe ordered Don and Hugo to strip naked, put on two frilly little aprons (which she and her mother used to wear) and go to the kitchen to make her breakfast and wait for her. She showed up for breakfast topless, wearing only pink frilly panties and 6-inch hot pink heels, and she sat down at the breakfast table to leisurely enjoy her breakfast. Her brothers stood at attention, one on each side of her, and she noted that they were not any taller standing than she was sitting down. At times Hugo fed her chocolate-covered strawberries, and when she turned to Don he fed her grapes by dangling a small vine of them from his mouth to hers (she had to bend down a bit and he had to stand on his tippytoes in order to get his head sufficiently above hers, even though she was sitting and he was standing). She then ordered her two brothers to sit on her humongous thighs, and to suck on her breasts while she ate. She noted that both of them had erections and that their cocks strained upwards whenever she slightly repositioned their little bodies on her big smooth thighs. She told them that her body was now making at least enough milk for two people, and that it would now take the two of them together to suck her breasts dry. "You must both put in as much effort as possible to suck all the milk you can, otherwise my boobs will feel bloated, and I won't like that and will take it out on your backsides with spankings if it happens." Marthe then moaned and gasped as she enjoyed her main meal (a plate full of approximately ten pounds of bacon), and Don and Hugo each eagerly and vigorously sucked on her breasts until her breasts were dry. An hour later, all three of them could be seen moaning together in mutual stupor and satisfaction, with Marthe leaning back and clutching her brothers' little bodies to her chest, as if they were babies or small kittens.

Starting in August, Marthe also ordered her two brothers to not to shave anymore. She loved the feeling of their rough facial hairs on her breasts, as it resembled a ticklish feeling. She would also occasionally tease and belittle her brothers by saying: "My poor two older brothers!! Is this facial hair the only remnant of your manhood?", and she would burst out laughing. This routine of breastfeeding her brothers while she ate continued for the rest of August, and by the end of the month she was now 6'11" tall, and weighed 245 pounds. Both of her brothers had actually lost a little weight, and she took every opportunity to remind them that she now weighed more than both of them combined.

During the course of this summer, the hormone continued to have its effects on the ability of the males to focus. This affected all males who had hit puberty, so when school started all the higher classes from eighth grade onwards were filled with female students only. All male students were either held back, put in remedial classes, or thrown back multiple grade levels. This resulted in boys who were three or four years older (and often five or six inches shorter) being put into classrooms with girls who were far younger, smarter, stronger, and taller than them.

Marthe's remaining brothers also dropped out of college, and they were now stuck in their dead-end jobs as well. For Don and Hugo, not only had they dropped out of college, but they remained unemployed when September first rolled around and made no attempt to look for something to do in life. They were done as far as independence or initiative was concerned. This all came at a time when Marthe was about to start the seventh grade, and the night before the first day she got together with her friends, and told each of them to bring one of their older male relatives to their classes tomorrow for a big surprise. She also told Hugo and Don to get dressed in the morning, as she had a great big surprise for them. So, on September first, after everyone besides her and Hugo and Don had left the house, Marthe went up to the attic and brought down a very large backpack that was used for camping. She looked to her two brothers and said: "Ok my big brothers, one of you is going to drive us to school, and once we get there, I am going to strap one of you to my chest in the baby carrier, and put the other one in the backpack, and take you little guys to class with me. You can't just stay home alone anyway. I've decided that tomorrow in class we are basically going to have a show and tell demonstration of 'How I Spent My Summer', and I'm going to talk about the things I do with you guys, and even demonstrate some of it!!!" Don and Hugo thought of voicing their opposition, but by now their willpower had plummeted, and they meekly assented. Their slight hesitation, however, caused Marthe to smile even wider, flex her large but shapely biceps in front of them, and inform them that if they didn't obey her instantly then she would simply throw them over her big thighs, spank them until they were both crying messes, and then drag them to school naked anyway. "If you EVER disobey or embarrass me at school, please know that I will beat you up in front of a large audience. You and I both know that I can do so quite easily, and actually I would relish the opportunity!" Don and Hugo squirmed. Then Marthe smirked, because they both had hard-ons.

So in no-time, the three of them were in the school parking lot, with Don strapped to Marthe's body in the baby carrier, and Hugo stuffed in the giant camping backpack. Marthe calmly made her way to the school, through the hallway, and into her first period class. The entire time, she was treated with the shocked looks, gasps, and giggles of the rest of the girls in the school. The boys could only look at her with a mix of dire horror and impossible lust. Her friends also came to the classroom with their older male relatives. Marthe calmly looked at her teacher, another very short male, and said: "Hello teacher! I am taking over teaching the class this morning and the subject is going to be 'How I Spent My Summer.' If you know what's good for you, you will please sit down and enjoy my demonstration!" Too shocked and intimidated to do anything, the little teacher obeyed Marthe's instructions.

Marthe, who stood nearly seven and a half feet tall in her heels, calmly took Hugo out of the backpack, set him beside her and patted him on the head. Next she undid the bottons to her blouse, and bared her two mammoth breasts. She bent down, wrapped her arms around Hugo's legs, lifted him up to her breasts and ordered him to start sucking on her left breast. Given that Don was already strapped to her body in the baby carrier, she merely ordered him to start sucking on her right breast as well. Too ashamed to look around and see what the kids thought of them, Don and Hugo closed their eyes and started to obsessively suck away. Marthe started to speak and said: "Hello everyone! These are my two brothers, Don and Hugo! They are 19 and 20, and have dropped out of college and are unemployed!! I have been breastfeeding them now for a while, and they absolutely love it! Their penises get super-hard just thinking about it! In fact, they prefer my breast milk to regular food!" The entire class of girls gasped and laughed, taunted and teased the brothers, asking the brothers if they felt pathetic being breastfed by their younger sister. This only caused the brothers to feel more shame, and focus more on sucking to forget. After a few minutes of this Marthe announced that she would show them a trick. She screwed each of her brother's heads tight onto her breasts so that their mouths were chock full of her big nipples. Then she stood up, let go of Hugo and undid Don's baby carrier, so both young men were like little decorations, hanging down from her nipples, suspended in mid-air. Marthe shook them back and forth a bit and then struck a double-bicep pose, which yielded much cheering and applause from the young ladies in the room. The males were too shocked, intimidated, and turned on to know what to think or do. Soon, Marthe's friends started to breast-feed their male relatives in the class as well, strong-arming some of them to do so, while one or two of the more resistant males needed some quick spankings before going with the flow, and the room was soon filled with the gasping and moaning of the girls, in addition to the girls frequently laughing at and teasing and taunting the males, including the older boys (17- and 18-year-olds who had been held back). The teacher was too shocked and scandalized to speak, so at one point Marthe turned to him and asked: "Would you like a suck too, teacher?" The man could only nervously shake his head and try to murmur "N-n-n-n-" but the full word never came out. Marthe gave him a wide grin and informed him that she would happily give control of the classroom back over to him only if he could pull down his pants in front of her and prove that he did not have an erection. "Would you like to prove that to me, teacher?" The man shook his head in a flurry, and Marthe cackled "Thought not!" as she threw back her head and laughed. "Now get over here and suck my tits before I spank you!"

For the remainder of the month of September, Marthe continued to breast-feed Don and Hugo in her first period class. This class had basically turned into Breastfeeding and Male Management 101 and there was nothing the little teacher could do to stop it. Marthe completely dominated the proceedings and helped the other, somewhat smaller girls learn techniques of domination over the much smaller men.

At home, Marthe also continued to breastfeed her two brothers anytime she was alone with them. Her phenomenal growth continued, and by the end of that month she now stood an even 7 feet tall, and weighed an astounding 255 pounds. She always went to school in her 6-inch high heels, and with Don and Hugo each weighing a measly 90 or 95 pounds each and being only slightly over 5 feet tall, she had no problem carrying them around, with one stuffed in a backpack and the other one strapped to her chest in a baby carrier. Don and Hugo both felt tremendous shame, and felt absolutely pathetic, but all they could do was to close their eyes when they were paraded around the school by their "little" sister whose high heels clicked loudly and authoritatively as she strode around with total man-dominating confidence, or else they would obsessively suck on her breasts in class to try and forget about reality.

One of Marthe's closest friends was named Lisa, and she had also been effected by the hormone to a modest extent (currently standing 6'1" and weighing 175). Lisa's father was the president of a major book publishing company. Lisa told Marthe that she might be able to get her a book deal if she wrote about her experiences of the previous year of her life. Marthe loved the idea, and asked Lisa to follow through on her proposal. It just so happened that Lisa had been breastfeeding her father during that month, and due to the effects of her breast milk, his willpower had plummeted. Consequently, Lisa had very little difficulty convincing her father to consider this, and an interview date was set for October first between Marthe and Lisa's father. That day Marthe only wore a red lacy see-through bra (which was custom-made a few months ago, but far too small for her by this point), a pair of painted-on red leggings, 8-inch red high-heeled platform boots, and a thick coat of red lipstick. Lisa's father was a very tiny man of about 5'2", and after he let her into his office Marthe brushed past him and sat at the man's own desk, in his big oversized stuffed leather chair, which actually creaked and looked small underneath her massive body. She smiled at him, crossed her legs and patted her thigh as an invitation for him to sit on it. During the interview, which was conducted on Marthe's big lap, it was agreed that she would get a 100,000,000 euro advance (an unheard of amount), and seventy-five percent of the total profits from the sale of her book annually. Marthe left the office with a smile on her face. Lisa's father had lipstick kiss marks all over his face and a big sticky smelly wet patch on his crotch.

Now that Marthe had a 100,000,000 euros to her name, she decided that it was time for her to become an emancipated minor. She had very little difficulty convincing her father of this. She confronted him one day in the kitchen wearing cutoff jean short-shorts that hid barely any of her immense ass and a tight white t-shirt that was tied up to expose her midriff. She addressed her father as "Arthur" and told him that she was feeling more independent now and that really what she wanted to do was become head of the household, but barring that she supposed that maybe it would be good enough if she simply left and got her own house. A flash of raw anger appeared on her father's face: he was outraged by her insolence, but as Marthe cornered him against a kitchen counter and began to shove her towering form against him, Arthur prudently checked himself, because the last thing he wanted was for this conflict to turn physical. Marthe told her father that it was up to him: either he should formally relinquish control of the house and family to her, or else he could sign the legal paperwork to allow her to begin the process of leaving. "Th-th-th-th-the latter," her father said. She pushed up against him harder, whispered "Thank you, daddy" in a sweet innocent voice, bent down and kissed him on the lips. Then after Marthe withdrew her body and gave him room to breathe, Arthur quickly filled out and signed the necessary forms without another word before anxiously scampering away in fear. Her wish was easily granted by the appropriate authorities during the month of October.

During this month, Marthe also decided that the house she was currently in was becoming too small for her anyway. So, she contacted a local architect to custom-build a house for her. She told the architect exactly how she wanted her house to be built. The house was to have a very large entryway that lead to a very large room that would serve as both a living room and a dining room. That room would lead to another very large room that was to serve as her bedroom, with its own bathroom. Marthe's bedroom would then fan out and lead to nine other smaller rooms. In other words, the only way to get to enter these smaller rooms or to leave them was through Marthe's bedroom. These smaller rooms would each have their own bathroom. All the doors in this house were to be 14 feet high and five feet wide. Marthe's house was also going to have a kitchen attached to the living room.

Construction plans started in earnest in October. For the remainder of the month, Marthe continued her breast-feeding of Hugo and Don, and her friends continued their breast-feeding of their male relatives. Marthe had kept her breast-feeding of Don and Hugo a secret from her other brothers and father, but still everyone in the house perceived a subtle and unspoken feeling that the two youngest males were in some sense "hers" now.

As October drew to a close, Marthe stood 7'1" tall, and weighed in at 265 pounds. Not only was Marthe continuing to grow, but her body was also continuing to become more and more feminine and voluptuous, beyond all normal dimensions. She had developed an overwhelmingly intense hourglass figure and her smiling face, which looked more mature than her years, grew more beautiful every day. Everywhere she went men stared at her with intense longing and desire, though fewer and fewer of them would even dare approach her because they felt so intimidated.

Marthe had told the architect of her house that she wanted the project completed as soon as possible, and the construction firm had three crews working in three shifts around the clock to have the house completed and handed over by January first. The workmen did not want to disappoint Marthe for they had all instantly fallen in love with her on first sight and even though they all had wives of their own and would very possibly never see Marthe again after the job was completed, they nonetheless wanted to please her more than anything else in the world, because she filled their dreams inspired them in ways they never thought possible. Marthe couldn't wait for November and December to be over, so that she could move into her new home.

During the month of November, Marthe's next oldest brother Ian also lost his job due to the effects of the hormone. Just like Don and Hugo before him, Ian was 5'3" tall, and at the moment he weighed in at 115 pounds. Marthe now had three brothers who were unemployed, had dropped out of college, and were going to be at home with nothing to do. Well, she thought with a smile, she could think of something for Ian to do.

On November first, when Marthe was alone with him, she asked Ian if he would play a game of basketball with her. By now, Marthe was 22 inches taller than him, and outweighed him by 150 pounds. Ian was obviously intimidated by her, and replied that he didn't think that it was a good idea. Marthe played on her brother's ego and said: "Oh! Come on, 'big' brother! You are not afraid of losing to your younger sister, are you??? I'll even spot you 20 points. The first one to get 21 points wins, so don't tell me you don't think you can score even one point against me! Now that I'm giving you that kind of a handicap, if you refuse to play me then I will really know what I have suspected for sometime: that for some reason you are afraid of me and consider me your superior!" Pushed into a corner like that, Ian had no option but to agree to the game. Marthe laughed and replied: "Great, 'big' brother! Oh by the way, if I win, you have to do me a favor!" Ian thought nothing of it and agreed.

As she expected, the basketball game proved to be a no-contest endeavor, with Ian failing to score a single point, and Marthe easily winning the game 21 to 20. During the game, Marthe made sure to bump into Ian and rub her body against him as much and as hard as possible. Sometimes, she would hold the ball as high up as she could, and simply walk up to the basket and score. She knew this was "traveling", but she also knew that Ian would be too scared to call her on it. Besides, at this point they both knew that she could score any way she wanted anyway. Sometimes he would try valiantly to block her, or knock the ball out of her hand, but it was all to no avail. It was like a fly trying to stop an oncoming tractor trailer. Marthe would also rudely yank the ball out of Ian's hands whenver he had it, sometimes shoving him to the ground on the process. With both his ego and body getting bruised, he could hardly get a shot off, and the shots he did manage to let loose were either wildly off target or else easily intercepted by Marthe's long arms. By the end of the game, both of them were very sweaty, Ian due to exhaustion and Marthe due to excitement.

Marthe then took Ian by the hand, lead him to a secluded grassy part of the yard, sat down, pulled him on her sweaty lap, and said: "Ok Ian, and now about that favor you promised me!" Ian, still huffing and puffing from their basketball match, was confused and stunned by this sudden turn of events. Before he could even try to struggle his way off of Marthe's lap, she had stripped him of his sweaty T-shirt and shorts, taken off her own sweaty clothes (revealing her see-through purple lingerie, all of it drenched in sweat), and informed him that they were now going to wrestle. Of course, Ian had no chance. At first he tried to scurry away, but Marthe's big strong arms caught him before he could get two steps from her. Then he realized he had no choice but to try and mount a defensive effort, but of course this proved absolutely futile and pathetic as he was far overmatched, his little arms looking like pipecleaners compared to her massive pythons. Soon Ian found his little body being violently crammed around Marthe's much bigger body in whatever rude way she saw fit. His face was crushed and smeared every which way across her slick sweaty body, and sometimes it was positioned under her huge heavy ass. Then Marthe would wrap a huge hand around his ankle, and he found himself being lifted up by one leg and then thrown down on the ground. His cries were to no avail, as Marthe only giggled with delight as she put him in painful hold after painful hold, twisting his legs, arms, and body any way she saw fit. Eventually Marthe ended up on top of Ian, her breasts pushing down against his chest and chin. She smiled as she snaked her legs around his and proceeded to spread his legs apart in a powerful grapevine. Ian managed to gasp out: "Marthe please!! You are KILLING me!!" Marthe responded by saying: "Okay, okay, 'big' brother, I will stop, but you have to promise to do something else for me, something very special!" Ian replied that he would do "Anything!"

And with that, Marthe moved upwards on Ian's body until she was sitting upright over his chest. Next she snapped off her sweaty bra, bared her big breasts, and sat Ian up, wrapped her legs around his midsection and said: "Ok Little Baby Ian, my breasts have been lactating for quite a while now, and I always need someone to suck them until they are dry. This is where you come in today. Suck my breasts until they are not painfully swollen with milk anymore, or else I will continue to wrestle with you until your little bones snap apart." Ian's jaw almost dropped to the floor, and he was utterly speechless. Marthe decided to give him a little squeeze with her legs to encourage him. "You know I could kill you pretty easily if I wanted to. I've only been toying with you thus far, you realize." Still the nervous little man hesitated. Then: "SUCK MY FUCKING TITS!" she bellowed. Ian got the message, and started to suck away in earnest. The milk entered Ian's mouth copiously, and he loved its taste. Given that Marthe was also very sweaty, he also tasted her salty sweat. He loved Marthe's milk and he also loved the way her beautiful skin tasted when he licked it. The mixture proved to be intoxicating to Ian, as he sucked away like an addict. At one point he furtively looked up at her and became intensely attracted to her hot sweaty face with her dirty blonde hair, also dripping wet with sweat, as she looked down at him with an expression of pure pleasure, lust for power, and radiant dominance, telling him tenderly to "Keep sucking, little bitch." This process went on and on and on, until Ian felt that his little stomach was swollen and about to burst. At long long last, Marthe's breasts were dry. She looked down again into her brother's eyes and said: "There you go, big brother. Now that wasn't so bad now, was it? You must have enjoyed it, for I see the pokey little peeny down there between your little legs. But then again, you've had a naughty erection the entire time you've been with me today, haven't you?" Ian felt too much shame to look his sister in the eyes, so he looked down at the ground embarrassed. Marthe put her strong soft index finger under his chin, forced him to look up into her beautiful green-blue eyes as she flexed the bicep of her other hand and told him, "Yeesssh, there's something about my big body that just seems to excite men..." Then she gave him some quick little kisses before helping him put his clothes back on and sending him on his way. That night Ian masturbated furiously to the thought of his sister for three hours, experiencing more profound orgasms than he had ever had but also feeling worthless and deeply ashamed of himself. "Oh god..." he moaned, "I can't believe how turned on I am by Marthe, and by what is happening to me... But it is so shameful... But I can't help it.. But I want her to, to..." And then he lost himself in tortured moaning as he stroked himself, lost in deep longing for Marthe's colossal body and its ability to dominate him. He wanted her to tease him, insult him, and totaly treat him like shit, if only he could have the pleasure of being in her presence.

For the month of November, this became Marthe and Ian's routine, and just like Hugo and Don before him, Ian became addicted to his sister's breast milk and addicted to her patronizing domination of him as well. He did not win a single basketball game against her, and after a while he just almost gave up trying, until she threatened him with a spanking unless he attempted to play her in earnest. Marthe totally dominated Ian in every way, day after day after day, grinding his body and mind both nearly to the breaking point, and forcing her way into his mind and heart. Ian was the only one that Marthe breast-fed during this month. She let Don and Hugo starve and laughed in their faces everytime they begged her for even a drop of her breasts' sweet nectar. "HAHAHA!" she bellowed. "You can't have any until I say you can! You can whine and cry and pout all you want, but you should KNOW right now that I AM IN CHARGE OF YOU, AND I *KNOW* HOW MUCH CONTROL I HAVE OVER YOU, I *KNOW* YOU CAN'T RESIST ME! YOU *USED* TO BE THE BULLIES BUT NOW *I* AM THE BOSS! YOU CAN'T RESIST ME, YOU WANT ME MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF, BECAUSE I *AM* LIFE ITSELF TO YOU! BUT YOU CAN'T HAVE ME! INSTEAD, *I* GET TO HAVE YOU, AND I DO ANYTHING I WANT TO YOU, WHENEVER I WANT TO, OR ELSE I CAN SIMPLY HOLD MYSELF BACK FROM YOU AND TORTURE YOU BY MY ABSENCE, AND THERE'S *NOTHING* YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT EXCEPT WHINE LIKE THE TWO LITTLE HORNY PUPPIES YOU ARE!!! NOW GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND KISS MY TOES!" To say they obeyed her was an understatement; they were so scared yet turned on by her that they dropped to the floor, began slobbering all over her toes with a mix of spit and tears, moaning, and it was all they could do to resist dry-humping her feet (which she surely would have punished them for). She was absolutely thrilled to know just how much they wanted/needed her. Their weights continued to plummet as they were forced to try and pick at other, normal food, which they didn't like any more and which their bodies had grown unaccustomed to and rejected. They could be heard sometimes purging themselves in the bathroom, throwing up like teenage girls with eating disorders. Meanwhile, Marthe's growth continued unabated, until by the end of November she was 7'2" tall and weighed 275 pounds. She often called her three brothers to stand before her in her room, naked, whenever she could announce that she had grown another inch, and then she would cackle with glee at how much bigger than them she was getting, then turn her back to them and mash them each against the wall by thrusting her plump posterior into their chests.

The work on Marthe's new home also continued around the clock, and she was told that she could move into it in one month's time on New Year's Day.

During the month of December, Marthe breastfed Don, Hugo and Ian anytime she was alone with the three of them. None of Marthe's other brothers or father still had any clue as to what was going on, though all of them sensed in some way Ian had now become "hers" as well. At most the other brothers merely teased Don, Hugo, and Ian about having milk stains on their collars (the source of which they never suspected) and semen stains on their crotches all the time. The other males in the house all still had jobs that took up their time. By now, Don and Hugo and Ian were beginning to have another major problem. Having dropped out of college and become unemployed, all their savings were more or less gone, and they had no money coming in either. Due to the disastrous effects of the hormone on them, they knew that they were no longer capable of working. The only route of escape left for them was Marthe's breast milk, since it would make them disoriented and help them forget about reality. All they did now was either breastfeed when Marthe was ready for them, or else prepare Marthe's food, do Marthe's laundry, clean Marthe's room, kiss Marthe's ass when she felt like having it kissed, or else dream about and masturbate to Marthe whenever they were alone. They adored her beyond sanity or comprehension and were truly her devoted slaves. Many times before and after breastfeeding sessions they would pathetically try to stretch up towards Marthe's face to make out with her, but she would laughingly push their heads down with a big hand. She knew that she was basically the sole subject matter of their consciousness, and they envisioned her radiant face and gigantic body in their heads 24 hours a day. They were driven mad by lust for her and their private conversations amongst each other consisted of little more than feeling each other out for confirmation that Marthe really was so hot and sexy, and that it really was fine for them to throw their lives away in devotion to her (as if they could help it, as if they had a choice). "Oh my god I can't believe how hot Marthe is getting, Don!" "I know, Hugo! Her body is just so big and hot I can't stand looking at it without wanting to try and dryhump her leg!" "I know it feels crazy, but it actually is normal to feel this way about her, because LOOK AT HER!" Etc. By now her three brothers had become so addicted to her milk that they never wanted to eat regular food again. In fact, due to Marthe's tremendous milk production, it was more than enough to satiate all three of them at the same time. They were all losing weight but did not exactly look unhealthy. They simply appeared very thin and slender. By now Don weighed 80 pounds, Hugo weighed 90 pounds, and Ian weighed 100 pounds. Marthe was happy to inform them that she now weighed more than the three of them combined! All three brothers were also beginning to stoop a bit and get curved spines. Due to this, Don now only stood 5 foot even, Hugo was 5'1", and Ian was 5'2". Marthe plotted their heights on a chart and made them watch as she often plotted her growth as well.

During this month, Marthe took her three brothers with her to school, with two of them strapped to her chest in two separate baby carriers, and the third one stuffed in the backpack. Her brothers were in absolute awe of her physical strength, as she carried them around the school grounds without the slightest sign of difficulty. Marthe would chat with her classmates standing completely erect, without having to slouch even the slightest bit. In reality, once she was fully immersed in her conversations with her friends, she would forget about her brothers altogether. The only time that she would remember them was when they started to suck on her breasts for her milk, and even then she would hardly acknowledge their existence, only occasionally patting them on their heads, or running her big long strong fingers through their hair.

As usual, Marthe's growth continued and by the end of the year she stood 7'3" tall, and weighed 290 pounds. Her father's house shook constantly with her every step, for she was like an earthquake moving through it, and when she wore her new 8-inch heels she would constantly draw attention to the fact that the top of her dirty blonde hair was brushing the 8-foot-high ceiling. Her breasts were like gigantic overinflated beach balls on her chest, and they bounced heavily when she walked.

On the first day of the New Year, as she had been promised, she was handed the keys to her new house. She spent the next few days moving all of her belongings, and moved into her new home on the fourth of January. This gave her an entire free week before classes resumed again. As Marthe was contemplating how to spend her free week, there was a knock on her door. Marthe opened the door, and saw that it was her three brothers. A big smile formed on her face, and she invited them inside. Her brothers quickly cut to the chase, and said that their father had kicked them out of the house, now that they were completely out of money and unemployed, as they were no longer contributing to the household in any way. They could no longer pay for food and, with her gone, they had no source of nourishment.

Marthe couldn't help but laugh out loud, very long and very loudly. She looked down into her brothers' eyes and told them that they were welcome to stay with her, as long as they obeyed her and lived by her rules. With no other choice, her three brothers agreed to her terms in unison. Secretly of course they all knew that really the three men (if you could call them men) loved her and would want nothing more than to continue to live off her breasts, no matter if now they were now formally positioned beneath her in household hierarchy. Marthe then proceeded to give them a tour of her place, and to show them to their rooms. The brothers went through the entryway, into the living room, and then into Marthe's bedroom. They all noticed how large her bedroom was. It was in fact the size of a small home. Her bed was the size of four normal beds put together, overstuffed with red satin sheets and Greco-Roman pillars at the four corners, as if to emphasize Marthe's godhood. The next thing they saw was that her room connected directly to the other much smaller nine bedrooms that were arranged around her room in an enormous semi-circle. Marthe informed Don that the leftmost room was his, and that the room next to his was Hugo's, and the one next to Hugo's was Ian's. What had alarmed the brothers the most about the home was that the only way to and out of their rooms was through Marthe's bedroom, and that the only way in and out of the home was through the front door, which was fourteen feet high, with a doorknob that was 9 feet up from the ground.

Don, Hugo and Ian spent the rest of that day settling into their rooms. That night, after Marthe, dressed in a see-through negligee had breastfed the three of them in her bedroom, she ordered them to their bedrooms, and told them to see her in the morning at 8am sharp.

The three brothers did as they were told, and saw their sister the following morning at eight. When they entered her room, Marthe was sitting on her bed. Without saying good morning, Marthe said: "OK, my dear brothers, from now on every morning when you wake up, you are going to shower in the little bathrooms that are part of your rooms, because I know that you'll be masturbating and I want you cleaned before you disgrace my presence. After your showers you will then report here every morning at 8. One of you will go down and make my breakfast, while another one of you cleans my room, and makes my bed, and does my laundry if needed. The last one of you will help me shower and then get dressed when we step out of the bathroom afterward. If it is a school day, I will take two of you to school with me, while the third one stays home and does the chores. This will be the usual default schedule and you will be punished severely for not adhering to it, but expect the schedule to change randomly at my slightest whim. If it is the weekend or a holiday, I will give you specific orders for that day. Are there any questions?" Since no one asked any questions, Marthe told Don what she wanted for breakfast, and proceeded to her bathroom. Don went down to the kitchen to make his sister's breakfast, while Hugo made his sister's bed and cleaned up her room, and Ian got his sister's clothes ready and then followed her into the bathroom for their shower.

When Marthe was done showering, she stepped out and allowed Ian to dry as much of her immense body as he could reach with the towel, then she dried the rest herself. She put on the bra and panties that Ian had brought her, then entered her bedroom. Ian now had to dress his sister. Today, Marthe had picked out a pair of shorts, and a loose-fitting top. Nervously, Ian took his sister's shorts, and slid them up her tree-trunk sized calves and thighs. Next, just as nervously, he got onto her bed to drape the top around his sister's upper body. Now that she was dressed, Marthe bent down and picked up her brother effortlessly and went to the kitchen.

Once there, Marthe proceeded to eat her breakfast and breastfeed her three brothers, two at a time. The brother not being breastfed at any given time would watch in awe at how much food his younger sister consumed that morning, all while her immense tits were being sucked on by two guys. Most of her meal consisted of eggs and bacon for maximum protein. It took all three of them to suck all the milk from her breasts, and as usual they all suffered from disorientation afterwards.

Marthe's home had been built in a very secluded area so that she could have all the privacy that she wanted. Her home came with a swimming pool, and basketball and volleyball courts. She had also a gym to be built as well in the basement of her home. After breakfast, Marthe took her three brothers to the basketball court, and proceeded to play basketball with them. The brothers thought that the three of them might stand a chance against her. Marthe, however, explained that two of them were going to be strapped to her chest and sucking on her breasts again while she played against the remaining one, and that all three of them were going to get rotated around. As expected, the game proved to be a no contest, as Marthe won each game 21 to zero, partly due to the fact that her brothers' vigorous sucking on her nipples only added to her excitement, intensity and determination during the game. Actually the brothers' bellies were all so full already from breakfast that they didn't dare try to drink much more milk, so instead they often simply pretended to suck but actually more or less kissed and made out with their sister's nipples instead, which was also quite pleasurable for all involved. The brothers on her chest would bob around violently, bouncing in response to her aggressive movements on the court -- so wild of a ride was it that the were lucky they didn't vomit, for Marthe would have punished them for spoiling her fun with such behavior. Marthe sweated profusely during each match, and the mixture of the taste of her salty sweat and sweet breast-milk, along with the eroticism of her nipples, drove her brothers almost to the verges of insanity. Then, on a lark, she suggested that they play her 3-on-1. Once again, Marthe dominated and scored 21 points before the brothers could manage a single basket. They couldn't manage a single pass without her long arms intercepting it, and when she decided to drive to the basket, the three brothers either got knocked down like bowling pins or else simply hung onto her body limply as she trampled over them. The four were a mass of sweat and exhaustion after the game, and Marthe had them all take a shower with her to refresh themselves. "Besides," she added, "I know that all three of you have ejaculated multiple times in your shorts during our match, and I want to know that you've been cleaned off before you sit anywhere in my house." She smiled, then they all went off to take a shower together in Marthe's deluxe bathroom.

During her week off, Marthe established her total and complete authority over her brothers. Marthe considered the idea of putting her brothers on a very small allowance, just enough for their most basic of needs to be met, but then decided against it because she rather liked the idea of the men all being completely impoverished, with their bank accounts as empty as their souls were, and 100% dependent on her for life. She also had a big chart in the kitchen which was intended to improve and keep track of their behavior. Disobeidences (which included the slightest hesitations before obeying Marthe's orders) were tallied, as were unsolicited favors that the brothers did for her (most often back rubs, massaging her muscles, and painting her toenails). If they did a good job with their daily chores, this was noted also, as were the brothers' continually diminishing height and weight figures, and the escalating number of times a day that they had orgasms (Marthe always kept track of this as best as possible, never letting any of the brothers wash their underwear or even flush the toilet without her checking for traces of semen). If Don, Hugo and Ian had felt pathetic before, they now felt totally and completely helpless, with Marthe calling "family meetings" to announce whenever one of them had lost another inch or whenever they had hit an orgasm milestone ("Oh look, Ian! It seems you have masturbated fifty times this week! A new record! My my! Fifty little spurts of semen from your tiny dingus, and each and every one of them with ME on your mind! Do you really find your widdle sista so so SOOOO hot?"). Sometimes she would give them rewards in the form of draping her breasts over their heads (her cleavage actually sucked them up from the top of their heads down to their chests) and letting them kiss and lick her freely for a precious few moments. Other times when too many minor infractions had been made (and Marthe's tolerance for disobedience or delay of obeisance was extremely low) she would spank them soundly in front of each other. Here were three brothers between the ages of 19 and 21, who had become completely dependent on their thirteen-and-a-half-year-old sister! As their feelings of worthlessness and helplessness continued to mount, Marthe's three brothers tried to escape from reality every chance they got, but the only way they knew how was to obsessively suck on their sister's breasts for her magical breast milk.

Marthe's week off went by quickly, and on the eleventh of January, Marthe got ready to start the second half of her school year. For the remainder of the month Marthe took two or three of her brothers to school. If one happened to stay at home, he was kept busy with the countless chores that Marthe would assign to him, everything from reorganizing her extensive lingerie collection to cleaning the kitchen and bathroom floors with toothbrushes. Marthe made sure to lock the front door on her way out, and she would giggle on her way to school knowing that one of her older brothers had no way of leaving her house, given the door knob was 9 feet off the ground, and way out of his reach. Marthe also giggled to herself every night before going to sleep, knowing that three of her older brothers were in three of the nine adjacent rooms, with no way out other than through her bedroom, and more often than not she knew that at any given moment at least two of the three were obsessively masturbating to the thought of her body. At nights, Marthe had a habit of locking the door to her bedroom, whose doorknob also happened to be 9 feet off the ground. In short, in a matter of a year and a half, Marthe had managed to bring three of her brothers completely under her spell, courtesy of the golden nectar that flowed from her breasts and her imposing physique. She had locked them all in under her control. It was like having three new pets who were constantly in heat but constantly also appreciative of he slightest affection. Marthe loved the situation.

By month's end, Marthe now stood an even 7'4" tall and weighed in at 300 pounds.

During the month of February, Marthe reviewed the events of the past year and a half in her head. She was now thirteen and a half years old, and halfway through seventh grade. By now, only girls went to school past the sixth grade, as the boys could no longer concentrate enough to understand material past that grade. Some boys were kept in the classrooms, but they were not enrolled officially and functioned more as class pets on the level of hamsters or gerbils. Oddly enough Marthe found herself strangely attracted more to her brothers than to anyone else. Marthe had also noted that three of her male relatives had dropped out of college and were unemployed, and she had a gut feeling that the rest of her brothers and father would also end up in the same predicament. Due to the hormone, the intelligence of Marthe and the other girls was also beginning to skyrocket; taking on ever more responsibility in life, she felt so smart and sure of herself in every action and decision she made. Furthermore, Marthe's attraction to the male gender was also increasing almost proportionally to her size increase. Flushed with lust and intoxicated with her own dominance, it was all she could do sometimes not to squeeze her brothers to death between her gigantic thighs. The more she grew and the curvier and more voluptuous her body became, the more she felt attracted to the thought of her other, older brothers, and even to her father, whom she had not seen in several weeks at this point. What she had learned to enjoy more than anything during the past nineteen months had been her sense of control and domination over older men, not only her family members but also male teachers and faculty members. She loved the sense that older males were intensely attracted to her while being ashamed of the fact as well as deathly afraid of her. Next to this, her greatest thrill was observing the effect that her breast milk had on her brothers. She adored the cute little sounds they made as they suckled, and she could never get enough comparisons of how small and frail their little heads and bodies looked in comparison to her colossal globular mammaries.

Meanwhile, Marthe's next oldest brother Frank who was now 22, had also been disastrously effected by the hormone. He had managed to just barely finish college, and had landed a meaningless job. But now, seven months into his job, his female boss had fired him due to his incompetence. Without any financial reserves, Arthur had thrown him out of the house, and he too found himself at Marthe's doorstep, just like his younger brothers. Frank was also scrawny and diminutive. He was only 5'3" tall and 115 pounds. So, when he rang Marthe's doorbell on February second, he had do look up and up and up to make eye contact with his much taller younger sister. Marthe let her big brother inside, and after a brief conversation led him to his room, which was next to Ian's. She instructed him to stay in his room for the next hour and settle in, after which she would call him into her room. Regardless, Frank had no choice, since the only way in and out of his room was through Marthe's and the doorknob was far too high for him to reach. Frank settled in, and after about an hour his sister called him and cracked his door open so he could get out. Frank slowly, nervously opened the door and went into Marthe's room. He found her sitting on her bed, wearing a slinky lacy blue bra, matching slinky lacy blue panties, and blue ribbons tied in her hair. Marthe got up and walked up to Frank. Since she was wearing 9-inch blue platforms, Frank found himself eye-level with the space below her exposed navel.

She took his hand in hers, and had them turn so they were facing her full-length mirror. Standing at an astounding 7'11" in height in her platforms, and weighing in at 300 pounds, Marthe now stood 34 inches taller than her brother and outweighed him by 185 pounds. The difference was so stark that not only was Frank speechless, but so was Marthe. They stared at their reflection for about 20 seconds, until Frank couldn't take it anymore and turned his head away. Marthe however, who still had Frank's hand in hers, squeezed her brother's hand indicating her disapproval. Frank got the message and was forced to stare at their reflection once more. "Wow," Marthe murmured, "I'm a lot bigger than you, aaaaren't I?" Every so often Marthe would make little comments such as "Hmm, look at my thigh compared to yours" or "Hmmm, look at the length of my arm compared to yours" while adjusting her stance or bending down a bit to allow better side-by-side comparisons. In the end Marthe forced him to stare at their reflection for another 5 minutes in absolute silence. After about a minute into this process, tears started to form in her brother's eyes, and soon he was crying, and by the end of the five minutes he was sobbing uncontrollably.

By now, Marthe had become an expert at how to handle such a situation. She sighed dramatically to convey a sense of sarcastic disappointment to her brother, then she retrieved the bonnet, bib, and baby carrier, and in no time, Frank was seeing his reflection in the mirror, strapped to his sister's chest in a baby-carrier, and with a bonnet around his head, and a bib around his neck. Once again, he was forced to stare at his reflection for another five minutes in total silence, by which point he was starting to get disoriented. "Get the picture?!" Marthe said pointedly. She then seized the opportunity and after baring her breasts, thrust her right nipple into Frank's mouth. Already feeling like a baby, Frank experienced an infantile regression and started to suck away on his sister's breast. As her golden nectar flowed into his mouth, Frank felt like he was back in his mother's womb, a place infinitely more preferable than the real world he faced nowadays. He lustfully licked his little tongue around Marthe's big hard nipple, needing no instructions from her, and spent the next hour sucking all the milk that he could from her breasts. For the next hour the only noises that came from Marthe's room were the sounds of her moans and gasps, as the tingling sensations that had started from her breasts spread all over her body. Overall, during her entire encounter with her older brother, very few words were uttered by Frank or from Marthe. She had basically accomplished the entire task and gotten her message across via body language alone.

Unknown to Marthe or her brothers, with the passage of time Marthe's breast milk was becoming more and more concentrated, and it also had the effect of acclimatizing digestive systems so that it was the naturally preferred form of nourishment. Consequently, by the end of February, Marthe's breast milk was the only source of nourishment their bodies could tolerate. If they tried to eat or drink anything else, their bodies would reject it and they would consequently vomit. For the brothers, this was the straw that broke the camel's back. Any hopes that they might have had of ever living independently of Marthe ever again--eventually, perhaps after projected months or years of effort going forward--were shattered. They became resigned to the fact that they were going to be living with her until the day they died. She already ruled them mentally and physically, but now it became clear that she held the only key to their continued survival in her breasts. So, on the evening of February 28th, Marthe sat them down on her bed, and breast fed them as she had never done before, with an increased sense of protection towards them, verging on ownership. One stipulation of that night's breast feeding was having to stare her in the eye the entire time. The look in Marthe's sparkling eyes only confirmed her brothers' worst fears, as it was the look that a happy master might give to her slave or pet. She looked down at them imperiously, with a haughty smirk, and clearly her look conveyed the fact that she was overjoyed to be so much in control of them. And so, by the end of that fateful month, Marthe now stood 7'5" tall, and weighed in at 315 pounds. Don (4'11") weighed 75 pounds and, Hugo (5'0") weighed 80 pounds, Ian (5'1") weighed 85 pounds, and Frank (5'2") weighed 90 pounds at month's end, meaning that (being within only 15 pounds!) Marthe very nearly weighed as much as all four of her brothers combined! "And with every little drop of semen that you expend in my honor," she announced to them, "you bring yourselves that much closer to being collectively outweighed by me!" Hearing this announced from their dreamgirl's happy face, it was all the brothers could do to try not to ejaculate on the spot. Like everything else, they failed at this too, and Marthe laughed down at them while they came in their diapers once again.

The month of March started as usual, and Marthe went to class on Monday morning. By now, the principal of the school had gotten numerous complaints from Marthe's teacher about how everything had been turned upside down in his classroom. Marthe didn't respect her teacher's authority, dressed in ways that were a constant distraction, made not-so-subtle threats and intimidations directed toward him, and worst of all she was constantly whipping out her big naked breasts and breastfeeding her brothers in class, making her actions the focal point of class discussions. On Monday afternoon, in a private meeting with the principal, the teacher urged him to do something before things spiraled even more out of control than they already were. The teacher warned that if things continued the way they had been going, what was happening in his classroom would eventually spread beyond the school, to the city, then the county, then the province, followed by the country, the continent, and eventually the entire planet. The teacher was hysterical, saying that Marthe would soon take over the school, the town, the country, the world, and maybe even the universe if she wasn't stopped! He pleaded with the principal, warning that social chaos would fast ensue, as men would lose their dominant position in society, and women would eventually take over, with Marthe ruling over everyone like some Queen Kong savage monster female with gigantic breasts and an insatiable desire to subjugate men and destroy mankind.

Somewhat alarmed by the passion and intensity of the teacher's pleading, the principal gave his word that he would talk to this "little girl" and set things straight once and for all. He told the teacher to have Marthe report to his office on Tuesday. The principal and the teacher were both very small men themselves, roughly the size of Marthe's brothers. This was one of the main reasons why the teacher, and now the principal, were extremely concerned. And so on Tuesday morning Marthe found herself in the principal's office. She was told to leave her brothers outside and she entered wearing 10-inch black spiked stripper heels, a neon pink bikini bottom (which scarcely covered any of her gigantic ass), and a black leather spaghetti-strap halter top which criscrossed her immense chest and showed acres of mountaneous cleavage. Her almond-shaped nails were painted red and she also had on red lipstick and dark eyeshadow. She was also chewing bubble gum. After saying hello to her and having her sit down, the principal quickly cut to the chase: "Okay Marthe, we all know what has been going on in the school for a long time now, and it has got to stop. You are a young girl, and your body has gone through a lot of unexpected changes, and it must be very stressful for a young girl like you. That is why, I believe, you have been acting the way that you have been. Under normal circumstances, I would have expelled you today from school permanently. But I am a forgiving person, and I am going to give you a chance to redeem yourself. Since you are the one who started all of this, next Monday morning you are going to report to the school's auditorium, and you are going to apologize to your teacher, to me, and to the entire student body for your behavior, and that will be the end of it. If you refuse, I have no choice but to have you expelled permanently."

This had been the first time that anyone had confronted Marthe forcefully since her body had begun to go through its changes. Marthe was not used to this. She obviously did not want to get expelled, although it might be fun for her to see how the men could possibly stop her from entering the school, so nonetheless she decided that she at least needed time to come up with a plan. For the time being, she promised the principal that she would stop bringing her brothers to school and breastfeeding them in public, and that she would report to the auditorium next Monday. The principal continued: "Just so you know in advance, you are going to be disciplined somewhat harshly, and this will set an example for the other female students. I have not decided on the nature of your punishment yet, and you will not be notified until Monday morning in the auditorium." Marthe blew a big pink bubble with her gum, so big that it popped loudly. The principal continued: "And to make sure that things are kept under control, I have asked that the girls come to the auditorium with an older male relative, and that the police and sheriff's department send officers to our school. The male relatives of the girls will also be instructed on how to keep girls under control at home."

"Yes," Marthe agreed. "We wouldn't want the girls to get out of control, would we?" She then stood up to her unbelievable height of 8'3" in heels, said her goodbyes, and walked out of the office. Her bulging ass was so wide that it audibly squeeked as she forced herself out through the door. Both men breathed sighs of relief after she had gone.

When she got home on Tuesday, Marthe went to her room and closed the door behind her. She started thinking about what to do. At the moment this latest development was quite an annoyance, but if she played things right it could possibly turn into an amazing opportunity to consolidate the power she had amassed and even expand it. After an hour or so of schemeing, she went online and ordered a few things. Next, she picked up the phone and talked to her friends. For the rest of the week, things seemed to have returned to normal at school. Finally Monday morning arrived.

Marthe showed up to the school auditorium on Monday morning, carrying a backpack with her. When she entered, she saw that her teacher and the school principal were waiting for her. She walked up to where they were standing, and stood there quietly. She was instructed to sit down on a single chair that had been placed at the center of the auditorium stage, which she did. The principle and the teacher briefly addressed the audience, acknowledging that there had been some problems in the school recently but that now all this female empowerment nonsense was over and done with. Then they walked up to Marthe (neither were taller standing up than she was sitting down) and said: "Well now, Marthe, you were the cause of all these problems, and we can understand that perhaps you didn't know how else to deal with the admittedly b-big and challenging changes you've through since entering puberty. Nonetheless, anyone with common sense would know that what you did was inappropriate, so you are ultimately in the wrong. So, even though we are kind men, we feel that you must be punished for this. The punishment must be somewhat harsh, but it is for your own good. For your outlandish behavior, you are to--" At this point, Marthe interjected with tears in her eyes and said: "OH PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I know that as a silly young girl I have so stupidly misbehaved! I know how bad and wrong I've been and am TRULY sorry! I feel terrible, stupid, foolish and miserable! But PLEASE can I at least get a hug before I am punished so severely by you wise, wise men?"

This gesture of Marthe's took them both completely by surprise, as they were expecting defiance from her (which is in part why they had so many police officers attend the proceedings for security measures). But, between her humble words and the tears in her eyes, the two men's hearts softened. They said that she could get a hug, and no sooner did they say it then the thought pranced in their heads that perhaps they would get some sneaky satisfaction from hugging a girl like Marthe. They walked up and hugged her, and so did Marthe hug them, wrapping her long arms around them gently. At this point, she softly said: "I would like to genuinely say that I am sorry... I am genuinely sorry that... you naughty little boys will have to learn about our new reality the hard way!" And with those words, Marthe started to slowly and methodically increase the pressure of her embrace. For good measure, Marthe also wrapped her humungous legs around their thin reedy bodies and proceeded to squeeze away. Being compressed by both her arms and legs, the teacher and the principal felt as if giant boa constrictors had wrapped around them and were squeezing the very life out of them. In a matter of a few seconds, all the air was forced out of their lungs, and soon their arms and legs began to flail uselessly about. All they could manage to say was: "Marthe! What are you doing...?".

At the back of the auditorium, the police officers were too stunned to say or do anything. But even drawing their weapons would do no good, as any conceivable bullet fired at Marthe might hit the two men. And, really, is this what they had come to, questions of shooting an unarmed 13-year-old girl because they were afraid of what she could do to two grown men?

This was just the beginning of what Marthe had planned for their day together. The night before, Marthe had decided that their punishment needed to be taken to a higher level, compared to that of her brothers. After all, these were adult professional men who had been functioning independently in society for over a decade now, so breaking them in might be harder. Also, they were not related to her the way her brothers were, so she felt free to discipline as much and as hard as possible without any lingering moral or familial concerns.

While Marthe was applying more and more pressure, she was very careful not to fracture their ribs or damage their organs. She was still relentless however, denying them any relief from the pain or any preciously needed oxygen. The pressure around their bodies continued to mount and, though Marthe was only using a small fraction of her full strength, before too long the men could take it no more and blacked out.

They were out for a considerable amount of time. During this time Marthe posed and flexed her big arms for the audience and got the other girls in the audience to do the same, which had the effect of stunning all the males in the room, including the policemen, into mute inaction, intimidation, and disbelief. When the principal and teacher finally came to and fully absorbed in their surroundings, they were in for the shock of their lives. Marthe had stripped them down to the buff. Completely nude, their little bodies were also trapped between her thighs, with their heads down facing the ground and their rear-ends draped up over her knees. They also realized that the only article of clothing that Marthe still had one was her pair of frilly pink panties. She also still had on her five-inch black heels. Her body looked a bit oiled, causing her curvy musculature to stand out even more, and her enormous glistening breasts jutted out proudly from her chest. Before they could voice any protests, or ask her what on god's earth was going on, Marthe took hold of all four of their wrists in her single left hand, and raised her hand up high in the air, lifting them both up together and dangling their helpless little naked bodies for all to see. She then quickly and easily put them back between her legs, squeezed them a bit to secure them, and then her right hand came down with thunderous force, connecting solidly with her teacher's buttocks, causing him to yelp and squeal in pain. Marthe raised her right hand once more, and brought it down thunderously again, this time connecting with the principal's exposed buns. And so, a pattern was established, as Marthe spent the next ten minutes mercilessly spanking her principal and teacher. All the while, the two grown men yelped and squealed, as their exposed bums turned redder and redder, until finally they had turned crimson. The men never got a chance to utter a word, protest or beg for mercy, as Marthe's spanking proved to be too devastating. After waiting a few minutes, Marthe finally released the two men from between her thighs, and gently placed them on her lap. She spun them around quickly so that the audience could see their expressions of terror (and also see the naked men's swollen purple erections), and then she spun them back so they were facing her.

She took their chins in her hands, each of her dark-red-nailed thumbs under each of their chins, forced their heads up, and looked intently into their eyes. The two grown men tried to look away, but Marthe denied them that privilege, keeping her hard nails right at their chins and directly them to look up at her. After maintaining her gaze for over a minute, the two men eventually couldn't take it any more, and broke down crying. They sobbed uncontrollably for a while. She was too strong for them; she had proven that her will was far mightier than both of theirs combined. Finally, Marthe placed her left hand behind the principal's head, and guided his little face between her colossal breasts. With her other hand, Marthe cupped her teacher's chin and squeezed, forcing his mouth open. Marthe puckered her lips and lowered her face, until her lips and those of her teacher's connected. Marthe thrust her tongue forward and into her teacher's mouth. Her teacher tried to resist, but it proved futile, for her tongue was much larger and stronger than any muscle in the small man's entire body. For the next ten minutes, Marthe made out with her teacher passionately and agressively, her tongue exploring the inside of his mouth thoroughly. Sometimes she was so forceful that he would almost pass out. Somehow, she seemed to know his limits, however, and she would break their liplock just in the nick of time so he could gasp for air. When it came to the ten-minute mark however, Marthe maintained their kiss, and would not break it. Her teacher started to struggle desperately for air, but it proved to be futile, and he went under. At this point, Marthe guided her principal's head away from the space between her breasts, and instead placed her teacher's head between them. Now, it was the principal's turn to be kissed passionately by Marthe for the next ten minutes, as the teacher would slowly regain consciousness and find himself in her cleavage.

And so a pattern was now established. Each of the grown men would be spanked, kissed, and have his head in Marthe's bosom for ten-minute intervals. This cycle was repeated for the next 2 hours, for a staggering total of 12 times. The audience loved it and never got bored, whooping it up and continually filing past Marthe in an orderly way so as to get a close look. The girls in the auditorium did so in order to learn from Marthe's domination techniques. The older, smaller male relatives usually had their hands held by their accompanying girls, but from a mixture of fear and lust they themselves were also intensely curious and interested in what Marthe was doing. As for the teacher and principal, this alternation of pleasure and pain that the two men were to experience for the next 120 minutes drove them to the brink of insanity and madness. It was also during these two hours that Marthe noticed that her passionate kissing of the two men had similar effects as to when she had breast-fed her brothers. It finally hit her: her saliva and her breast milk had the same effect on men! This discovery made her feel even more empowered, and she was already feeling continually more empowered than she ever thought possible, but still she was making new discoveries of female empowerment all the time!

Now Marthe put the next phase of her plan into action. Standing up to a grand height of 7'10" with her 5-inch black high heels, and wearing nothing more than her pink panties, she bent down and took hold of one of the ankles of her teacher and principal with each of her hands, lifted them up effortlessly, and proceeded to parade them around the auditorium. Shaking them and continually raising and lowering their bodies with ease. For the first several minutes, the only sound that was heard was the continuous clicking sound from Marthe's heels as they hit the floor, as she strode confidently around the arena. Aside from that, there was practically pin-drop silence. As Marthe continued to parade around with the hapless, helpless upside-down men in her mighty grip, she taunted them, saying out loudly to the girls: "Look, my fellow classmates!! Look at these tiny little men that I have totally dominated and subjugated to my will with ease! They actually expected to discipline ME and shame ME in front of you, but just the opposite has happened and how could these men have not expected this to be the case! Even a small baby who examined ME next to them would conclude that I was obviously the dominant party who could and should easily establish total control over any environment in which I was placed with them! These two might have been 'big men' capable of holding down careers and commanding some respect in the past, but as soon as a creature like me appears on the scene, they are instantly rendered useless and become so distracted, muddled, and horny that they can no longer hold down any position other than that of weak babies!! Look how I have totally conquered them with ease and see how shamefully they react, dossile and submissive in every single fathomable way without me scarcely even trying to dominate them very hard so far at all! Can you imagine how much I would dominate them if I actually TRIED and put some MUSCLE into it? But all of this has been VERY easy for me to accomplish and I've not strained myself at all, and yet they are totally overwhelmed by it! Most of all, can you see how AROUSED these two men are after what I put them through during the past two hours?? I have totally destroyed their minds and bodies, and yet they react by getting disgusting little erections for ME, a girl young enough to be their daughter!!! Aren't they absolutely pathetic?? Don't I deserve to rule over them infinitely and forever??? This is the ultimate proof that they can amount to NOTHING against my MIGHT! I guess men can't help themselves, and they even get aroused when they are punished by the right girl!!! They get aroused even in inappropriate situations!! Aroused by 'little girls' whom they should never look at with lust no matter how tall or how developed these girls are!! Just the thought of it should make them ashamed of themselves, and yet they not only think it but follow through and allow their bodies to develop erections in my presence, and in the full view of the public, even though I have stripped them naked, so they know that the entire community will see the shameful little erections they have for me, and yet they cannot help themselves and have no willpower, and to their minds I'm sure they really do feel that they 'can't help it'! Well, if they 'can't help it' then perhaps it is time to conclude that these men do not deserve to be independent entities with full human rights!!! And though none of you girls are quite MY size, still any of you are more than a match for them and could have subdued them handily as well, if only you learned to use your feminine superiority as I shall teach you! I am beginning to feel that males were put on this earth to worship us girls, and that we know what's better for them than they know for themselves! HAHAHAA! So, in reality our ruling over them is doing them a favor! Really I am sure that I deserve to rule over these men, dominate them and use, abuse, and discipline them as I see fit, and what is more I am sure that in due time they will learn to LOVE it, if they don't already!!! In fact, let us attempt a little experiment to prove just how pathetic they are!"

With that Marthe's thunderous marching heels came to an abrupt stop. Now dangling each man by his arm, she hoisted them in front of her and held them high off the ground so that they were eye-level with her. She gave them a sinister smile and shook them just a bit to get their attention, their limp bodies colliding with her jutting breasts as she did so.

"Hello, little midgets!" she said to them cheerily. "I am going to give you a choice of what is about to happen, and I always stick to my word and make good on my promises!" The shaken men gave her nervous expressions. Their eyes were sad and a bit wide, like puppydog eyes, and their little mouths gaped open. "I promise you if you ejaculate right now in my presence then I shall mercilessly spank you harder than I have ever yet spanked anyone! I shall use all my might against you! If you dare get so turned on by what I am tellling you right now, then I shall throw you across my gigantic naked thighs and I shall give my pent-up rage full reign by going to town on your delicate little male asses like never before! You shall see a female fury in me that shall haunt your nightmares for the rest of your lives and you shall not be able to sit down for a month without wincing or remembering my rage and fury! I will beat you bloody to within an inch of your lives and I shall totally dominate your bodies by crushing them beneath my gigantic ass! I shall squeeze you between my legs until you will be able to hear your bones cracking! I shall not stop until I am good and ready to, no matter how loudly you cry or how much you beg me, for I am merciless and you are nothing to me but bits of male skin and bones for me to dominate, beat, and baby to my heart's content! But, don't forget, all of that is only what will happen IF YOU EJACULATE!!!"

Her descriptive threats were almost like word-sex to the dangling men. Their penises began throbbing uncontrollably as soon as she started speaking to them in this manner. They had already started to go through convulsions, visibly fighting with themselves to stop being so turned on by Marthe, her body and her promise of raw and brutal physicality, but just as she uttered the final word "EJACULATE" they could take it no more, lost their mental battle, gave in to the thrall of masochism, and began shooting load after load of thick semen out of their penises and onto Marthe's big jutting naked breasts which were directly in front of them. Marthe roared with a mix of laughter and rage, in the process shaking the men in her grasp!

She then made good on her promises, sat down, yanked the males across her lap, and began reigning blows down upon their rear ends like never before. In a blind fury the men's asses turned red and then began to blister and even fester with some blood as Marthe's large palms cracked against their delicate flesh. The males' screams filled the auditorium and did not let up when the spanking was over. Not pausing for a moment, Marthe shoved the men to the floor of the stage and then pounced upon them, sitting on them rudely and then crashing her impossibly large ass down upon their mangled, exhausted bodies. She shoved them between her legs and then began to grind and squeeze them, just as she promised, until their bones began cracking. At this point she once again threw her head back and roared with laughter and with a sheer expression of furious joy in regards to her female power. "DO YOU TWO WEAKLINGS POSSIBLY REALIZE JUST HOW CLOSE YOU ARE TO DEATH? IF I JUST DECIDED TO SQUEEZE ONLY A *BIT* MORE???" Before long the men blacked out again and Marthe finally let up. She briefly turned to her stunned audience, smiled wolfishly, gave a brief double-bicep pose, then relaxed and sighed out of exasperation, for she was taken aback by how exhillarating this was for her. She had in fact told a bit of a mistruth to the men, for she did not allow herself full reign to use all of her strength on them, for that would have easily killed them.

Ever since Marthe had stripped her principal and teacher down to the nude and proceeded to spank them, her friends had formed a circle around her. This had in effect served as a protective barrier between her and the officers. With the members of law enforcement blocked by Marthe's friends, the lawmen were essentially disarmed completely. The cops and sheriff's deputies simply couldn't bring themselves to shoot at the girls. Besides, they were entirely stunned and in awe of the proceedings anyway. Truth be told, all of the officers had hard-ons and many of them had creamed their pants more than once, so smitten were they both with Marthe's display of power and with the sexy intimidation techniques of all the girls around them. While most of the officers simply backed away and stood mutely by, a few did make meager attempts at tackling the girls down and handcuffing them. Both tactics proved embarrassingly ineffective: the girls were far too big and strong for the men to tackle, and the officers who backed away couldn't retreat forever. Eventually, the bold teen girls simply walked up to the officers, backing them away further and further until their backs hit the wall, at which point they ended up in the girls' embrace. The girls did however notice something like chivalry on the part of the officers, when they refused to shoot the girls dead or injure them. For that very reason, they whispered into their ears: "For this honorable act, officers, you will not be spanked, but you will still be kissed and breastfed!!" Really, of course, it was not so much chivalry and politeness but rather fear and lack of confidence that the males were experiencing.

After Marthe had once again paraded her teacher and principal around the auditorium, this time showing off their beaten bodies (which STILL had erections!), she finally set the the men down on the floor in the middle of the auditorium. At this point the men had regained consciousness and, though still woozy, they tried to put on their underwear and pants, but their bottoms proved to be much too sore for that. They started to cry again, at which point Marthe looked down into their eyes, flexed her muscles right in their faces to intimidate them, and said: "My poor little teacher and principal! Are your little bottoms still sore because of that little spanking? Well, guess what? I had anticipated this, and I have just the thing that will not hurt your little bottoms!" With those words Marthe retrieved her backpack and produced two diapers and some baby powder from it. Grabbing onto the two grown men before they had time to react, she sat down in the same chair that she had spanked them on earlier. First, she dashed some baby powder onto their soft and crimson red bottoms. Next she proceeded to fasten the two adult diapers that she had ordered online onto them. (Well, they were size XS but still technically adult diapers.) When all was said and done, each grown man surveyed his body, and started sobbing uncontrollably once more.

Now Marthe knew that they were finally ready to be breast-fed. The teacher and principal were in fact never more ready, as they were now experiencing infantile regression because of wearing the diapers. And so, they showed no resistance as Marthe guided their mouths to  her breasts. If anything, the two grown men seemed very eager to be babied, and as Marthe began gently patting their backs and craning her neck down to give them little kisses on the tops of their little heads, they began smiling a bit and sucking on her nipples in earnest, with great enthusiasm and gratefulness. At this point, Marthe decided to once again tease and taunt the two men. Once they had been fed to their limit, she pulled her nipples out of their mouths, gazed intently into their eyes and asked them: "How old are you two?" The teacher replied that he was 33, and the principal replied that he was 43. Marthe burst out laughing and asked them in a very condescending manner: "And how does it feel to be breastfed by a girl that is 20 or 30 years younger than you?? Just as I thought, either of you is old enough to be my father!! And yet I am controlling and babying YOU!" Once again, the two grown men felt beyond pathetic and helpless, and started to cry again. This time, Marthe reached into her backpack once more, and produced two pacifiers and bonnets. Once the two grown men had the pacifiers in their mouths, and the bonnets around their heads, Marthe was almost ready to take them home with her. "I have totally destroyed you," she informed them as they hung off her body and continued to kiss and worship her breasts, rubbing their teary eyes against her mountainous mammaries. Then she turned to the audience and struck a double-bicep pose.

Her final act of the day was to reward the head of the law enforcement, who was responsible for his men not shooting and injuring her and her friends. Easily holding her teacher and principal in the crook of her left arm, she spotted the head of law enforcement and walked up to him. Looking down into his eyes, she said: "Because you and your men did not kill or injure us girls today--because you allowed and, in my opinion, probably WANTED us to gain control of society for you--I am going to take you home with me and reward you for your cowardice and stupidity--I mean, for your 'chivalry'!" Here she chuckled. "But don't worry! You are not going to be spanked! Instead, you will just be kissed and breastfed! I see that you have a wedding ring on, but don't worry, I am thirty or forty times the woman that your middle-aged wife is, and as the most superior human being in this town I have decided that you are to live with me now! I own you now too, and please take note I am so powerful and smart that I have just taken control of you without even a fight or any arguing! History shall show that you could have prevented the Girl Revolution today, by simply shooting some of us--for tomorrow perhaps we may have grown so big and strong that bullets will not stop us!" She chuckled again. "But you and your 'brave' fellow officers could not bring yourselves to do that, even though deep down you knew that inaction would doom malekind to slavery. For this 'heroic' act of male cowardice, I shall always love you, and shall love shoving you into my mighty breasts, the symbol of female power, every chance I get! And I'm sure you'll love it too!" Without any sign of resistance on his part, Marthe bent down, and picked him up with her right arm and then crammed his head face-first into her sideboob. She proceeded to take the three grown men home with her, without the slightest sign of difficulty in having to carry three people in her arms.

And now with Marthe gone, it was the turn of the other girls in the auditorium to spank, kiss, bully, beat, tease, dominate, and breastfeed their older male relatives, teachers, and officers. The girls' older male relatives and teachers got spanked, breastfed, and kissed, while the officers were spared the spankings, being kissed, teased, and breastfed only. For the remainder of that day, that auditorium began to seem less and less like an auditorium, and more and more like a daycare center for naughty infants, or maybe even a lactation lounge, as the room was filled with sounds of cries and screams coming from the grown men, and the sounds of gasping and moaning coming from the girls whose breasts were being sucked. It truly was a shocking sight for anyone who would have walked into that auditorium. Every dick was hard, and that evening the school janitorial staff needed to spend three hours of overtime cleaning up all the spilled semen.

Soon Marthe was back in her house with her three new toy men. For the remainder of that day, she confined her brothers to their rooms and locked their doors. She told the three men that she was going to go for a run, and that she was going to lock them in her room until she got back. She got out her personal growth chart, spread it before them, and then took out her underwear drawer and dumped the contents over their heads. "Here, you guys can examine all this sexy stuff to your little hearts' content until my return!" she told them. "Just use tissues and don't get any semen on any of my things! While you're masturbating to the idea of me, be sure to keep in mind the fact that when I return I am going to dominate and have my way with your pathetic little bodies any way I see fit!"

She then closed the door to her house, locked it, and went for a run, eager to exert herself to the max and experience the rush of her raw power.

For a while now, she had had to have her clothes and shoes special ordered, and she had just recently received her new custom-made running shoes, socks, halter top, and running shorts. Marthe established a fast pace for herself as she ran around her secluded neighborhood. She was an inexhaustible dynamo, and people in the neighborhood marveled as she blew past them, her gigantic body functioning at a high level of performance and her mammoth breasts pounding up and down in furious rhythm. As she was running, the thought of having three grown men and four of her older brothers under her control gave her a euphoric rush, and a tingling sensation spread throughout her body. She was in charge of all of them. They were all dependent on her and were in the process of worshipping her as a cruel but impossibly desirable goddess. She knew beyond a doubt that she would be able to dominate all seven men and would function as the center of attention, sole concern, and source of both nutrition and discipline for all of them. Marthe pushed her body to the limit, pushed past her limit, set a new limit, and pushed past it again. After an hour and a half, her body was pouring in sweat. She was back at her front door in no time, and soon she was back in her bedroom.

Once inside, Marthe stripped off her halter top, shoes, socks, and running shorts, until she was down to just her panties, this time a microscopic black pair. Still breathing heavily from her run, looming over them like a cross between a superhuman athelete and a gigantic hungry monster, heaving and dripping in sweat, after stretching her long limbs, flexing her big muscles, doing a few poses, and uttering what can only be described as a self-satisfied and sensual roar, she inspected the principal, teacher, and officer, finding them still writhing on the floor, covered in a pile of her underwear and masturbating while reciting her growth stats with awe. "She is SOOOO YOUNG and SOOO TALL and growing SOOOO FAAAST SOOO MUCH..." they moaned, almost in chorus. There was a mountain of semen-stained tissue papers overflowing from the wastebasket beside them.

She got their attention and ordered the three men to strip down  to only their underwear, and to follow her to the kitchen. Once there, Marthe sat down at the kitchen table. She told her teacher and principal to sit down on the floor next to her legs, and she placed the officer on her lap. She looked down into the eyes of the teacher and principal, and ordered them to start sucking on her toes, and to also lick her feet, calves, thighs and hamstrings. Then they were to switch legs and each do the exact same thing to her opposite leg. "Use your tongues to trace every curve and muscle," she instructed. "Familiarize yourself with the body that will be in charge of you from now on." She also told the officer that she would be kissing him while the two other men were working on her legs. Marthe's body was still very sweaty, and the principal and teacher spent the next half-hour cleaning Marthe's legs with their tongues, and tasting the salty content of her sweaty legs. Their tongues tickled and Marthe softly chuckled at them.

For the next thirty minutes Marthe also kissed the officer passionately. In fact, her kissing was so forceful that the officer passed out from the lack of oxygen several times. Perhaps this was dangerous, but she really didn't care, as she really wanted to rape his little mouth with her big tongue. As she kissed him, Marthe would check up on the two other men from time to time. It was now that she noticed that the principal and teacher had the same trance-like look on their faces as when they had been kissed and breast-fed by her. She now realized that the sweat from her body also had the same effect on the men that her saliva and breast-milk had.

After Marthe's legs had been licked completely clean, she informed her principal and teacher that it was now time to clean her armpits. The pungent odor from her sweaty armpits overwhelmed the senses of the two men, but their craving for the hormonal content of her sweaty armpits just proved to be too strong, and the two men found themselves performing this humiliating act in total lust and adoration for some time. They were truly lost in love with every part of her body. Next, Marthe ordered her teacher and principal to lie down on the ground with their mouths wide open. She told them that she was going to spit into their mouths, and that they were not allowed to swallow until their mouths had become completely filled. She then remarked that if they did not fully obey her she would simply beat them up and pound them to a pulp with her big strong 13-year-old-girl fists until they were black and blue and crying for mommy. Marthe knew that as they swallowed a mouthful of her saliva all at once the effect on them would be that much more powerful. They would feel both euphoria and supreme humiliation both at once. And so, for the next half hour, the two grown men were reduced to two spittoons, as they endured this gross ordeal. "There is simply no way to overstate or exaggerate my superiority over you men, is there?" she asked them. "I think I could probably use your mouths for TOILETS and still you would obey me and sit there with shameful, pokey little hard-ons as I pissed and shitted in your mouths. And then you'd swallow, thank me for it, and probably shoot out a few wads of ejaculate in my honor!"

As the humiliation of these two men continued, Marthe started to breast-feed the officer in her lap. By now, her nipples had grown large enough that when the officer had to switch breasts there would be an audible popping sound. And so, this is how things went for Marthe and the three grown men that she had taken home with her.

Later that night, as she was getting ready to go to bed, she took her two very sweaty running socks and stuffed each one of them in the mouths of her teacher and principal. She also got two of her latest hot pink stockings, and stuffed the body of the teacher in one of them, and the principal in the other one. She lifted the two men up, and carried them to her mirror, and forced them to look at their reflections. "Look, you are each far, far smaller than a single one of my bulging legs!" As the two men were forced to endure this most humiliating spectacle, they started to sob uncontrollably. Things only got worse as the sweat from Marthe's socks caused them to get raging erections. Marthe noticed this, as she gasped in a mixture of both surprise and excitement. "I can't believe how much you two get turned on by me! I never knew that every single aspect connected to my being, including my dirty socks, could give certain perverts nasty little erections! You disgusting little men! Jesus Christ, am I really THAT HOT?!" (Here in their poor distressed minds both men silently screamed "YES!") "Are you really THAT turned on by me?!" ("YES!!!") "What shameful pathetic men you are!" She then decided to punish them by spanking them for the next half-hour. Their asses were still very sore from before, but the socks muffled their screams. She then put them back inside her hot pink stockings, putting each of them inside one of the legs, and then tied the waist end to the light-fixture on the ceiling. Here they were, suspended in midair, each totally enveloped by a stocking leg. She told them that given how pathetic they had become, they were to swing from the ceiling like this while she and the officer slept through the night together in her bed. She noticed that each of them had come multiple times already. She sighed dramatically and said they would simply have to try and sleep with the sensation of shameful wet stickiness plastered against their pathetic little bodies, and sometime tomorrow they could spend however long it took to get the semen stains out of her hot pink stockings. If the stains didn't come out and the stockings were ruined, Marthe would be compelled to spank and abuse them long enough to get her satisfaction out of them.

It would be a long night for the former teacher and principal. Halfway through, when they each realized that the other was awake, the teacher said to the principal, "You know, the really scary thing...?" "Yes...?" the principal prompted. "As strong as she is," the teacher continued, "I... I... think that... that..." He was lost for words, so the principal suggested, "As much as she overwhelms us with her body, the scary thing is that she's smarter and mentally stronger than us as well." "Ooooh GOD yesssss!" the teacher exclaimed, clearly losing himself in a big orgasm at the expression of the scary, insane, sexy reality of their situation.

Meanwhile, Marthe had taken the officer to bed with her, and after a few hours of passionate kissing, intense groping and some breast-feeding, she slept through the night with her arms and legs wrapped securely and possessively around her little toyboy, who was totally overwhelmed and exhausted by this 13-year-old goddess mistress who used him so roughly. At one point in the night she woke him up by putting him through a series of grapevines, leglocks, and other power holds, squeezing his body hard and telling him to just try and break out of her full-body grip. Each time the officer strained and sobbed and whimpered "I can't! You're too strong!" At that point she would mock him by repeating "'I can't!'" in a pathetic little voice, then she would ease up a bit, give him a little kiss on the top of his head, call him her little squeeze toy, and then sweetly whisper in his ear something along the lines of "You see? My domination over you knows no bounds. Can you imagine how much it would hurt you if I really *tried*? And isn't it curious that the harder I squeeze you the harder your little dick seems to get? I can feel it throbbing and jabbing into my thigh whenever I exert a little effort. It is probably the hardest and strongest part of your little body, but isn't it ironic that it only gets that way due to *me* and my influence? So you see that even that tiny bit of meager hardness that you have is only that way due to me and my effect on you. Rather pathetic, wouldn't you say?"

In the morning, Marthe released her teacher and principal, and to her surprise they still had raging erections and looked to have come about a dozen more times in the night. "It seems I am surrounded by shameful men who cannot stop getting turned on by me, no matter how much I denegrate them or how much they denegrate themselves," she mused. She ordered them to take cold showers. Once they were done, Marthe put each of them into an adult diaper, and also fastened a bib around their necks, a bonnet on their heads, and put a pacifier into their mouths. Marthe also showered, and put on a pair of black panties and a pink skirt. That morning she did her dirty blonde hair in the form of two pigtails, and also put on a pair of six-inch platform flip-flops. Next, she strapped two baby-carriers to her body, and also put on a very large back-pack. She stuffed the officer, who was only allowed to wear his underwear, into the backpack, and put the teacher and principal in the baby-carriers.

With the three men fastened securely to her body, Marthe stood in front of her mirror, and allowed herself and the three grown men to admire her body and fully observe and absorb the spectacle of comparison. The shock factor was simply too strong for the fully grown men, and there was only silence for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, Marthe broke the silence and asked the officer about his age, height and weight. She also asked her principal and teacher their height and weight again, even though she remembered all this from before. The officer replied that he was 38 years old, stood at 5'2" tall, and weighed 110 pounds. The principal and teacher also reported that they were 5'2" and 110 pounds. Marthe teased them by replying: "How does it feel to see yourselves, at the ages of 33, 38 and 43, almost wearing nothing, strapped to the body of a thirteen-year-old seventh grader, who is only wearing a short pink skirt and skimpy black panties, with her big breasts exposed, has her hair in pigtails, and stands 8 feet tall in a pair of six-inch pink platform flip-flops, and weighs as much as all three of you COMBINED?!"

All the teacher and principal could do in response was to start sobbing uncontrollably again, and feel beyond worthless. Marthe smiled at this, raised her arms and flexed her big curvaceous muscles, which ballooned outward so much that they all instinctively wondered if her biceps were bigger around than the men's waists (they were). Second by second, the men were feeling continually more and more overwhelmed and outmatched, outclassed to extents they never thought possible, again and again, with every new developing humiliation. This continued for about five minutes, as Marthe flexed and posed and giggled, sometimes muttering "Bigger... and bigger... and bigger" under her breath. As the shame proved unbearable the two grown men took the pacifiers out of their mouths, and started to suck obsessively on Marthe's breasts, yearning for her golden nectar and its hypnotic effects, and wanting to lick her hard nipples with their tongues. The officer meanwhile was also feeling complete shame, and all he could do was to close his eyes and try to forget about reality. "I'm sooooo much hotter than your wife," Marthe whispered to him.

That day, Marthe took the three grown men to school with her, and the entire time, she tried her best to walk like a model, doing the catwalk, and swinging her hips from side to side. The entire time, as Marthe did the catwalk, the platform flip-flops would hit the soles of her feet and make a slapping sound, which only added to the arousal of the three grown men that had been strapped to her body, causing them to have painfully prolonged raging erections.

As the principle and teacher were now deposed from their jobs, the actual substance of schooling was simply a series of show-and-tell sessions in which Marthe and the other girls (who also brought their male captives to school with them) would exchange stories and tips on feminist domination of smaller older males. And of course there would be plenty of demonstrations and side-by-side body part and height comparisons. It was excrutiating for all the men to sit through for several hours of humiliation. The merest dissenting peep from any of the men would result in swift discipline. There were about a dozen instances of open wild spanking in which all of the men screamed in pain while all of the girls cackled and howled as they reigned hard blows down on delicate male backsides. If one male dared complain or utter a peep of dissent, all men would be punished severely.

When they got back to their new home the principal and teacher were ordered to clean Marthe's big pink stockings, which they had hung in and come in the previous night. By now the splatter of semen was hard and crusty and would not wash out. The stockings were totally ruined, so Marthe sighed and decided to pull the men back over her thigh, yank their clothes and diapers off, spank the hell out of them yet again, and then get down on the floor and cram and squeeze their bodies with her legs until the men's skeletal structures almost snapped apart. She cackled the whole time, reveling in her overwhelming power. During this process the principal and teacher ejaculated about a dozen times, as did the officer who watched the proceedings naked from the corner. They simply couldn't hold back any longer. Being in such close proximity with Marthe, and being in such intense situations with her gigantic curvy body, was simply too much for their minds to handle. They screamed in pain and in shame but just as often they would shout out proclamations of love, lust, and promises of undying servitude to her, especially when Marthe decided to really flaunt her stuff, draw their attention to the insane voluptuousness of her gigantic body and dominate them most aggressively, showing off her peerless femininity, incalculable strength, and infinite superiority over them, literally cramming it in their faces. It was too much for them; it was more than they could process. In short, the three men came so many times that their dicks ached. Much of the semen happened to splatter all over Marthe's nearly naked body, and by the end of things she had to take a shower and forced the men into the shower with her so they could clean up the mess they made all over her. This took about two hours to accomplish, in the hot steamy shower, because the males couldn't help but keep ejaculating all over her naked body time and time again as they attempted to wash it, so the process had to be repeated many multiple times. By the end of this process the three men were totally spent, with their ballsacks totally flat and empty, totally drained of semen, and their minds were reeling with exhaustion as well. Marthe laughingly spanked the hell out of them one more time for good measure, crammed their heads into her cleavage for a hug, gave them each a long aggressive French kiss, then put them to sleep.

She then finally unlocked the doors to let her four brothers, whom she had not seen in over 24 hours, to finally come out and be breastfed. They took turns hungrily sucking at her boobs, hugging her, and telling her how much they missed her and loved her. Marthe beamed with happiness and pride, basking in the knowledge that, with almost no effort at all, in the last 24 hours she had put seven men through a process of totally exhausting debasement and abuse, and yet here at the end of it all seven of the men seemed to love her more than life itself. When her brothers were done breastfeeding she had them survey the damage she had done to the three other men. They were in limitless awe as they looked at the broken, exhausted bodies of the adult men their little sister had completely destroyed and drained of semen and will. The brothers also, of course, envied the men.

And so, during the course of the month of March, this was how things started to progress. The four brothers and three ex-professionals in the house treated Marthe as something between a mother, a mistress, and a goddess.

At the same time, occassionally she would insist that all seven men try to subdue her. She would take them all on in a 7-on-1 brawl, which would soon turn comical as they obviously could not win against her no matter how hard they tried or how strategically they pooled their physical resources. She would casually and often lazily bring them down one by one until all seven male bodies were laying prostrate at her feet. Her only real challenge was holding back from using more than a small fraction of her strength against the delicate males, not wanting to break them.

Mmeanwhile all the other teachers at Marthe's school, all the other older male relatives of the other girls, and all the members of law-enforcement continued to lose their authority to Marthe and her classmates, who were all twelve to fourteen years old, and were in sixth, seventh and eighth grade. In addition, all these girls followed Marthe's example, exposing these men to their breast-milk, saliva, and sweat, which resulted in the men becoming completely addicted to their hormonal content. To make matters worse, by the end of the month of March, these feminine body products were all the men could tolerate for sustanance, for if they tried eating any kind of regular food, their delicate digestive systems could not take it and they would vomit.

Consequently, this was how these fully grown men came more and more under the spell and control of these girls. By the end of March, the girls were in full control of their school, and they knew that their control would soon extend beyond the school's walls. As for Marthe's teacher and principal and the head of law-enforcement, all three lost their jobs during that month. Marthe took pity on them, allowed them to remain living with her indefinitely, and even let them stay in her bedroom most nights. Sometimes she slept with only the officer as the teacher and principal hung suspended in the air in the same pair of her hot pink stockings (which became increasingly stained with their nocturnal emissions), but on other nights she slept with all three men at once and hugged them to her massive body as if they were tiny stuffed animals. Of course in the morning she was always covered in their semen, and so they had wash her sheets every day and also reenact the long and complicated process of trying to wash their semen off of Marthe in the shower while continually not being able to resist sperming all over her body, time and again, in the process.

This was how things progressed during the month. By the end of March, Marthe now stood at 7'6" tall, and weighed in at 333 pounds. She was a true giant and the ground shook with her thunderous footsteps.