Jennifer Miller was both excited, dismayed and anxious as she made her way through the winding roads of Scottsdale’s hilly area to tonight’s empowerment class. The first two emotions stemmed from the fact that Laurie and Maria had shown great progress in both thought reading and projection.  Jennifer was happy for them, but sad that she had not advanced nearly so well. Laurie joined the group the same day as Jennifer.  Neither could forget the day Wanda first appeared and joined their yoga class.  Not one of the women in the class could keep from stealing glances at the mysterious towering beauty with the accent.  Nor did Jennifer, as the yoga instructor, have to catch Wanda up on anything.  All the positions and techniques, the woman simply did, flawlessly.  So, when Wanda posted a signup sheet for a Woman’s Empowerment class, there was plenty of interest.  With her stature, supermodel face & body, and confident grace, she seemed the epitome of woman’s empowerment. 

So, Jennifer, and a handful of her students, joined woman from other groups around town to attend the class as much to learn more about the mystery woman as anything else. 

From the beginning, it was clear this would be no ordinary class.  It started with the location, a fabulous multi-million-dollar gated villa in Scottsdale’s ritziest area which impressed even this largely upscale group. When they gathered, instead of each of the woman introducing themselves, Wanda introduced them instead.  For each of the 30 or so woman, she stated their name, age, occupation marital status, and a few other details, including why they came.  That was surprising since she shouldn’t have known much beyond their names and where they were recruited from.  She then enticed them with the prospect, that if successful in the class, they could be able to do just the same – and more.  That and other unexplained things in the first meeting freaked out enough woman that next week, the number had dropped to just under 20. 

Wanda needed a volunteer to perform routine paperwork and collect dues.  Jennifer was about to volunteer, when Wanda simply looked at her and said “Jennifer, good!  Thank you!”.  Oblivious to Jennifer but apparent to everyone else was that Wanda had selected the most attractive other member of the group.  What one noticed first was her straight platinum blond hair dropping inches below her shoulder, framing a soft heart-shaped face with, sultry big green eyes, small straight nose and soft full lips that almost always formed a smile. All this rested on a thin 5’8” frame adorned with proud C-cup breasts that were as firm and toned the rest of her yoga-fit body. At 27 years old, she looked like she could still be cheerleading her high school football team.  It was part of her success as yoga instructor that she was the physical inspiration for everyone in her classes, that is until Wanda showed up and turned everything up to 11.

In stereotypical cheerleader fashion, Jennifer had fallen in love with her high school’s football hero. Ryan Miller had been a star wide receiver.  He chose Texas Tech University among multiple recruitment offers and headed off to Lubbock.  Injuries in his second year brought him back, where he married Jennifer and began working for his father who just happened to own a collection of auto dealerships in Phoenix, Scottsdale, and Mesa.

Ryan longed to be a big-shot like his Dad, but the latter was making sure his son paid his dues, working in several areas of the business.  Currently he was assistant sales manager at their flagship dealer, Miller Chevrolet.  Ryan very much wanted to move up into leadership, except for the days he wanted break free of his father’s leash completely.  Either way, he was not happy with things, and that was putting a strain on the marriage.  Jennifer was hoping this class would help.

But what was going on now was probably not helping.  Taking care of dues and some paperwork was why she remained at the estate after everyone else left.  But now there was the matter of Wanda having seduced her. 

After everyone else went home, Wanda also excused herself, leaving Jennifer to sort some paper and play with Macbeth, Wanda’s noticeably well-trained calico cat. Not black, it seemed worth noting.  Jennifer would have been shocked to know that Macbeth was 38 years old having befitted from Wanda’s unique skills.

Wanda returned in a see-thru negligée that revealed everything including her intentions.  Once again there were those magnificent breasts that seemed twice as large than even when in something as revealing as low-neck yoga leotards.  Jennifer is still in awe at those impossible breasts and everything behind them. She had never had any real lesbian stirrings, but Wanda seemed to just break through everything last week.  It was fun and interesting, and Wanda did give her a pretty robust orgasm, but it still seemed...lacking, somehow.

Now it was clearly going to happen again, if she let it, and after a whole week, she was still undecided on what to do.  There was no intercourse, but this was still cheating on Ryan, she couldn’t deny that.

As Wanda walked towards her, she started to weaken.  This woman was so beautiful and so…powerful, to bed with her was surely a rare honor. Giving Jennifer a glass of wine, Wanda’ negligée soon decorated the floor, as she slowly removed Jennifer’s shirt, followed by the seemingly unnecessary bra.  A kiss here, a light caress there, Wanda was making all the right moves, but Jennifer was trying hard to work up the fortitude to tell her to stop.  And just as she was about say it, Wanda did just that. 

“What?  What is wrong?” Wanda asked in that sultry accent. 

“I don’t’ know, it just doesn’t feel right”

Wanda could easily pull exactly what was wrong from Jennifer’s mind, and even push her into going forward, but in instances such as this, with the original seduction having already happened, she tried to stay out of her lover’s heads to enjoy the surprises that come from love-making.  She decided to refrain a little longer.

“Is it because of Ryan?  You know he is cheating on you.”

“I don’t know that for sure”

“I think you do.”

“It’s not really about that anyway, it’s just…well I’ve always been with guys, and you are great…really great, but…I don’t know, I’m just used to…I miss…you know…a penis!

Wanda’s restraint was rewarded with a true surprise.  Just Jennifer’s use of the word itself seemed a surprise, a contrast to her sweet and innocent personality, not to mention the blatant desire it exposed.

“A penis you say?”

Jennifer was now embarrassed.  J…Just count me down as…old fashioned, and hetro.  I’m just used to love-making including a real, warm…hard...” she said with a giggle and then dropped off

“Penis” Wanda finished.

“Yeah” I’m sorry, It’s not…” She was stopped when Wanda put an index finger to her lips.

“It is OK.  And if you trust me, I can fix this”

Fix? Fix what?

Do you trust me?

“Of course,” Jennifer replied, A small hesitation between the words spoiled her attempt to sound definitive.

“Then get on your knees” said Wanda immediately regretting how dominating it sounded. “It is better if you get on your knees.” She added, trying to soften it up.

“OK” came Jennifer’s tentative reply, and gracefully as she could, dropped down to her knees.  Grateful for the soft rug, she looked up at Wanda’s magnificent body with a child-like look of expectation.

Wanda now turned her eyes directly ahead of her and seemed to stare off into space.  Her forearms were pointed forward parallel to the ground with both sets fingers curled down to point back to her vagina.

Jennifer looked up fixating almost hypnotically on the extension of Wanda’s breasts and the spherical shape of their underside.  Each must have had twice to three times the mass of Jennifer’s own, she thought, which were no mere goosebumps themselves. 

Consequently, Wanda’s clitoris had already extended more than an inch before Jennifer noticed it.  By two inches, its shape was clear, as was the nature of the other bulge emerging from below.  Jennifer’s astonishment increased right along with the appendage as it grew outward, upward and in girth.  She had seen some remarkable quasi magical things in Wanda’s classes, but nothing as profoundly against the laws of nature as this.

As it approached a fat six inches, Jennifer broke from her trance for a moment to look up to Wanda’s face which was now smiling down at her in all its radiance.

“Circumcised?” Jennifer asked out of pure curiosity.

“Personal choice.” Wanda returned with a smile and small shoulder shrug.

Jennifer’s eyes darted back to the show.  It was just now passing Ryan’s size, and before long, was passing Nathan McCullough’s, another football player from high school, who possessed largest she had ever seen until now.  She then glanced down at the balls below its base which were certainly bigger than she had ever seen, but also notable for their hairlessness and…smooth texture…unlike the wrinkled bags she had always seen before.  Jennifer stared with eyes wider than ever before, but as the incredible appendage was approaching ten inches, she cried out “Wanda!  Stop!!”

Wanda was admiring her work to the point that she was torn from a small trance at Jennifer’s words.  She stopped the growth immediately and wandered:  Did she mis-read the situation, and scare Jennifer?  Had she gone too far?  But Jennifer didn’t exactly look scared.

“Unless you just want me to look at it” Jennifer said coyly as she reached out for her prize.”  And for almost two hours she did much more than just look at it.

And so it went for the next few weeks.  Jennifer’s Thursday empowerment meetings were now lasting two to three hours instead of one, and she didn’t worry about it much since Thursday was Ryan’s poker night.  Or so she thought.

The game was canceled one week and Ryan came home to an empty house where he remained alone a few hours too long.  Ryan had been uncomfortable with these woman’s empowerment gatherings from the outset.  One thing he learned from car sale negotiations was that power was a zero-sum game.  He had met the leader Wanda when he dropped by the yoga center one day.  Dressed in her leotards, she was the most sexually alluring woman he had ever seen, which prompted both arousal and intimidation. But Jennifer was always perfectly friendly and compliant when he’d come home from his game, so whatever happened there seemed benign enough.

Locating her on his phone confirmed that Jennifer was indeed still in Scottsdale, where the meeting was.  But even with her administrative duties, there was no explaining an extra two hours.  He wanted answers, but decided to find them on his own. He spoke nothing of it on her return that night, but bailed on the poker game the following week and instead went to Wanda’s estate in a car borrowed from the dealership’s used lot.  The big home’s perimeter fence kept him to the street.  But climbing up a hill across the street, gave him a view of the front door.  A little after 8:00, several women came out, talked a bit and then got in their cars and left through the gate.  The only car left in front of the house was Jennifer’s blue Cobalt.  And there it remained for an hour and forty minutes when the door opened and out came Jennifer with a very scantily clad Wanda towering beside her.  They spoke for a moment before coming together in an unmistakably passionate kiss!

Ryan was shocked, angry, and more than a little bit jealous.  How can a woman that incredible be lesbo?  And Jennifer too, for that matter?  Could the amazon’s beauty simply be powerful enough to pull Jennifer right out of heterosexuality?

Ryan didn’t say anything about it for the next week, but Jennifer, noticed that he was even moodier than usual, with several snide references which she didn’t follow.  It all made her even more excited about the upcoming Thursday, which was going to be a celebration of milestones reached by several members. 

That Thursday, Wanda’s guests came stringing in but Jennifer, who had been instrumental in the event’s planning and was responsible for bringing several materials, was conspicuously absent.  Calls to her cell phone went unanswered, so at about a quarter after the hour, Wanda sat down on the couch and closed her eyes.  Everyone recognized her remote viewing status.  Still, they were surprised when Wanda “came back” in a distressed state.

“OK, this meeting has changed!  We need to set up for a tribunal.” She marched everyone down to the basement, which was a mostly a gym with benches, a few barbells with several huge weights on them, two weight racks, and some other fitness equipment.  On the other side was a billiard table, and beyond it, a second kitchen. 

Wanda scribbled a symbol and ordered someone to retrieve a potion - that is how she put it – from the refrigerator that was in a gallon jug with that symbol on it.  Someone else was directed to fetch a stack of plastic cups.  She then opened a closet that was full of the grey robes they had worn before for special events.

When the potion and cups returned, she poured a measured amount in each cup and told, if not ordered, them all to drink it.  After making sure they all did, Wanda announced: “OK, in about five minutes, you will all be about six times stronger than you normally are for the next 14 hours. “This will come in handy because I need you to move all this equipment against the walls.  Don’t worry, you won’t look any different, though you will weigh about 40% more so don’t freak if you step on the scale.”

She gave additional orders on how the room was to be set up, and then announced she was taking Lauren and Marie to “rescue” Jennifer.  Sofia called out just as she was turning to leave: “But Wanda, you didn’t drink any of the strength potion! “Wanda walked between the two loaded weight racks, grabbed each by the nearest pole and simultaneously lifted each off the ground.  Each rack had close to a thousand pounds of weights on them.

“I’m always like this.”

The woman gasped as Wanda had never given a demonstration like this before.  “Oh, and another thing, you can lift much more than you weigh but not if the center of gravity is outside your feet.  She put both racks down let go of the right one, and bent her arm to lift the left one again, only to just have her body lean toward it.  See?  I can pick up one on each side, but not just one.  Just remember that.  And then she spun on her heels and headed up the stairs with Lauren and Marie skittering behind her.

With Jennifer’s Fountain Hills address entered in the nav system, Marie drove Wanda’s Range Rover while Lauren sat shotgun.  Wanda went into the back seat and immediately went into her remote viewing state.

Wanda’s was back with her body as they reached the last street and approached Jennifer’s single-story home with a two-car garage and relatively long drive way at the end of the cul-de-sac.  Wanda couldn’t help but notice the discrepancy between Jennifer’s older modest compact car and Ryan’s new red and black Camaro. 

“Stop here for a second” Wanda ordered when they were about fifty feet from entering the driveway, she closed her eyes for about two seconds, and then said “Pull in right behind Jennifer’s car.” As they did so, Wanda said: “Now, for as long as we are here, everyone outside the property will see their house exactly as it was before we got here.  They won’t see this car or us as we go in and out.  Lauren and Marie exchanged looks, each registering amazement at the magic they were witnessing this evening. 

They got out with Wanda leading. In the short walk to the front door, they heard it unlock itself before Wanda simply opened it and marched in. There was a small hall leading directly to a rear living room, and just as they entered the room, they saw Ryan in a t-shirt and boxers approaching them from the kitchen on the right with a baseball bat in his hand

“What the h….You!!” He shouted in noticeable anger as he recognized Wanda and raised the bat, which then fell behind him as he fell forward unconscious.  Wanda could have grabbed him before he hit face down on the carpet, but didn’t.

“You two pick him up and put him in the back of the Rover.  The very back.  Remember your strength.  I’ll get Jennifer.” Wanda headed directly toward the master bedroom as if she had been there before, because she more or less had.  She found Jennifer, naked prone, facing the foot of the bed, barely conscious with a battered face, and tied to the bed posts.

“Ooanda?” Jennifer said groggily through a busted lip as Wanda crushed each zip-tie lock between her thumb and fingers and released each limb from its captivity.

“Don’t talk, I’m taking you home with me” Wanda said softly as she effortlessly picked up Jennifer in her cradled arms and headed through the door.  “Ryan di…” is Jennifer got out before a thought from Wanda brought a deep sleep upon her.