Meteor 77 was noted just outside of earth's atmosphere by the American

government. It was the size of Manhattan Island, and was metallic in

nature. The president was notified, and he ordered that a nuclear

armed rocket be aimed at the meteor to blow it up. His order was

followed and the meteor was destroyed just as it entered Earth's

atmosphere. Humanity had been saved. The meteor disintegrated into

countless little fragments, and showered all over the Earth.

What had been overlooked however, had been the nature of the metallic

meteor. It had been radioactive in nature, and the level of

radioactivity increased on the Earth. Consequently, humans all over

were exposed to this increased levels of radiation. The levels of

increased radiation were not high enough to cause cancer, but they

were still high enough to cause other changes in humans. During the

first year, no visible changes were noted in humans. However, changes

were happening at microscopic levels. Specifically, the X chromosomes

of humans started to mutate and change more rapidly. This in turn

caused increased levels of certain enzymes and proteins in the human

body, and also the production of new proteins and enzymes.

Given that men had only one X chromosome, the increased levels of

enzymes and proteins in them were not high enough for any change. The

same held true for the new proteins and enzymes. For women however, it

was a completely different story. Women had always had two X

chromosomes, and this caused the increased levels of proteins and

enzymes to be much higher in their bodies, and for the new proteins

and enzymes as well.

Roughly a year to the day that the meteor had been destroyed, women

started to notice small changes, both in their bodies, and in the way

they felt. The meteor had been destroyed roughly over Rio in Brazil as

it had entered the Earth's atmosphere, and so the levels of radiation

were the highest over that city. This is were women noticed the

changes first, before anywhere else on Earth.

Fernanda was among the first women in Rio to notice changes in her

body. She was a 24 year old model, who was beginning to make a name

for herself. She had to work very hard to keep her weight at 125

pounds, given her height of 5' 10".

Fernanda was a very emotional girl, with a hot temper. The men that

she dated usually found out about this the hard way.

On one Monday morning, Fernanda got up at the usual time, and got

ready for her modelling assignment. She put on her shoes and clothes,

and drove to work. She could tell that something wasn't right, but she

just couldn't put her finger on it. When it was her turn to go on the

runway, she put on the clothes and shoes that were given to her. The

clothes and the shoes seemed somewhat tighter than usual, but she

didn't give it much thought, as she often had to wear tight-fitting

things.

She had a one month vacation until her next modelling assignment, and

she thought about watching her diet and losing some weight. This

caused her to be hungry most of the time, and it effected her already

hot temper. One night, when she was out on a date with a guy, she lost

her temper and slapped the guy. Without saying a word, she got up and

left. She drove home fuming, and decided to take a shower to cool off.

She had a habit of checking her weight sometimes after showering. That

night, when she got on the scale, it read 130 pounds. She screamed in

frustration, wondering how she could have gained weight after dieting.

When she took off her bath robe and put on her pajamas, they seemed

shorter than normal. Alarmed, she took out a tape measure and measured

her height against the wall. She now stood at 5' 11". Over the course

of the past month, she had gained 5 pounds, and grown an inch.

Although somewhat alarmed, she comforted herself, saying that maybe

people could still grow an inch or two in their early twenties. With

regards to her weight gain, she couldn't explain it, but given that it

was only five pounds, she decided not to worry about any more.

Fernanda showed up to her next modelling assignment the next day. On

her way to work, her tight shoes and clothes were getting on her

nerves. When she was handed the clothes she was supposed to wear, the

top seemed especially tight on her. She told the designer about it,

but he brushed it off and said that the top would hold. After putting

on the three inch heels she was given, and fixing her hair in a bun,

she walked down the runway. Halfway through, she could feel that the

fabric of her top was beginning to give, and all of a sudden there was

this tearing sound, and her top tore in half and flew off her chest,

and her magnificent breasts burst into view. Turning red with

embarrassment, Fernanda covered her breasts with her hands and walked

backstage. The designer of the dress was now fuming with anger, and

gave Fernanda a piece of his mind. Being only 5' 4" tall, he had to

look upwards into Fernanda's face as he delivered his lecture to her.

He told her that she needed to watch her weight more carefully, and

until further notice he no longer needed her services.

Once again Fernanda's hot temper got the best of her. Turning red once

more, she flew into a rage and slapped the designer across the face

and screamed : "listen you little midget !! This is entirely your

fault !! I specifically told you that this damn top was too tight, but

you wouldn't listen !! The entire audience saw my breasts in full view

!! The hell with you and your stupid dresses !! I don't need you

assignments !! I quit !!" She slapped the designer across the other

cheek for good measure, turned around and took her leave. As she was

leaving she heard the designer scream : "listen you crazy Amazon !!

you just committed career suicide !! You will never get another

modelling assignment, not as long as I am alive !!"

Fernanda drove home, and for a while all she could think of was how

her bosom had been exposed. Once she cooled down however, the

designer's last words echoed in her head : "you have committed career

suicide." She tried to block out those words as best as she could, and

when she got home she tried to distract herself by reading and

watching television. In the evening, she fixed herself some dinner,

but started to worry again. Her worries weren't really financial, as

she had save up a considerable amount of money. She was mostly worried

about her career, as she had always envisioned herself as modelling

until at least 30. Had she ruined her career in a fit of rage ? This

thought danced around in her head, and she couldn't stop thinking

about it. In the coming weeks, Fernanda found herself with a lot of

free time on her hands, as she had no more modelling assignments lined

up from before. In addition, her agent had tried to find her new ones,

but as Fernanda found out quickly, the modelling world was a very

small one, and you just couldn't go around assaulting and insulting a

major designer like the one that she had.

With each passing day, Fernanda realized that the famous designer's

last words were coming out to be true after all. With all the free

time on her hands, all she could think about was how her career had

apparently been ruined at the hands of an evil little man. She had

never thought too highly of men to begin with. She had always seen

them as insecure creatures with fragile eggshell egos, who were only

capable of objectifying beautiful women like herself as sex objects :

men simply weren't capable of appreciating any of the intrinsic

qualities of women. With the passage of some more time, what Fernanda

had been dreading all along finally came true : her career had been

ruined. She spent many a day and night crying, cursing her bad luck.

Finally when she could cry no longer, she decided on her new mission

in life : revenge ! revenge on all men for all the harm they had done

to women like her !

During the following few months, Fernanda became more and more

depressed as she realized that she had lost her career. She also

gained a few more inches in height and some more weight. She still

found this somewhat strange, but she really didn't have any more

energy to think about it too much. One day, she decided to go to one

of the more isolated beaches around Rio. She hated tan lines, and she

chose a secluded part of the beach where people were allowed topless.

Once she found a proper spot, she rolled out her towel, took off her

top, and proceeded to lie down on her stomach and enjoy the warm sun.

After about four hours, she turned over, and this time she lied on her

back. She had brought along a nice book to read, and soon she was

immersed in her reading.

After about an hour, Fernanda noticed that her sun was being blocked

out by something. She looked up and saw a young-looking guy standing

there. Fernanda didn't appreciate this, as she had tried very hard to

find a quiet spot and have some privacy. Trying to control her temper,

she looked up at the guy and said : "Do you mind ? you are blocking

out my sun !" The guy replied back : "Oh sorry ! No problem !" and

with that he moved so that her sun was no longer being blocked.

Fernanda went back to reading the novel, but she soon realized that

the guy wasn't leaving. With her temper flaring up, she looked up at

him and said : "Why are you still here ?!" They guy answered back :

"this IS a public beach isn't it ? besides, I am no longer blocking

your sun !" Fernanda soon sensed that she was going to have a problem

on her hands. She could tell from his accent that he was American. She

had always hated these rude American tourists who came to Brazil, with

their unpleasant and aggressive behavior.

Deciding to take the direct approach, Fernanda stood up. She took a

few steps towards the annoying man, stared down directly into his eyes

and said : "listen you little American shrimp, if you know what's good

for you, you are going to get lost this instant !!" By now, the guy

found himself somewhat dwarfed by Fernanda, as he found her

magnificent nude breasts directly in front of his eyes. To make

matters worse, her nipples were now literally inches from his mouth,

and he couldn't help but stare at them. Fernanda also picked up on

this, and this only added to her anger. Realizing that words weren't

having any effect, she decided to use the more direct approach that

she was used to. With the anger inside of her boiling over, she

slapped the guy across the cheek with her right hand. Without giving

him time to react, she also slapped him with her left hand. Fernanda

had slapped him quite hard, and the guy lost his balance and fell

backwards onto the sand.

Seeing that annoying man on the sand, Fernanda seized the opportunity

and sat down on top of him, straddling his chest. Completely

embarrassed and seething with anger, the guy tried to slap Fernanda

back. Fernanda had anticipated this however, and she caught both of

his wrists in her hands. Once again, anger built up inside of her, and

she proceeded to slap the poor guy quite a few times. By now, his

cheeks had turned completely red, and were stinging. Starting to fear

this gorgeous Brazilian beauty, he looked up into her eyes and said :

"P-Please lady, I-I'm sorry. If you just let me go, I promise I will

leave right away !" Fernanda replied back icily : "sorry little man,

you had your chance, but now it's too late, and I am going to punish

you !!"

Next, Fernanda lied down on top of him. She took hold of his wrists,

and also snaked her long legs around his, and proceeded to place him

in a grapevine. She continued, looking down into his eyes the entire

time, increasing the pressure slowly and methodically. Finally the man

gasped out : "Please ! My legs ! You're killing me !!" Fernanda felt

that if she continued, she might permanently injure him, so she

stopped.

Fernanda lowered her head until her face was only a few inches from

his, with her hair spilling around his head. She looked directly into

his eyes for the next minute, saying absolutely nothing. She just

wanted to get his reaction. With her hair now completely surrounding

his head, he could smell her perfume and her natural scent. He felt

like he was entering her universe, and he started to get aroused.

Fernanda sensed this as well, so she responded by moving upwards a

little, until her nipples were now almost touching his eyes. Fernanda

whispered to him seductively : "is this what you were after little man

? well, now you are getting your wish !! In fact, let me get you

acquainted with them better !" And with that, Fernanda sat him up, so

that she was now sitting on his lap. Next, she proceeded to

simultaneously wrap her legs around his midsection, and her arms

around his head, trapping his head between her breasts in the process.

Fernanda held him that way snugly, looking down into his eyes the

entire time. The man found it almost impossible to breathe now, with

Fernanda's magnificent legs limiting his breathing capacity, and with

his nose and mouth sealed off between her large breasts. After a

while, as he started to run out of oxygen, he started to panic and

struggled to get free, looking up pleadingly into her eyes from

between her breasts. Fernanda however, gazed into his eyes with a

mixture of amusement and complete indifference, relishing his feeling

of helplessness, and his struggles. In fact, his struggles were

beginning to stimulate her, causing her to gasp in excitement every

now and then. Finally, at long last, when the man was about to lose

consciousness, Fernanda released him from his fleshy prison.

The little American man desperately gasped in the precious air and

oxygen that he was now allowed, trying his best to regain his senses.

This proved short-lived however, as Fernanda placed him back in the

same exact hold. All he could manage to say was 'please', before his

body was once again engulfed by hers. Again, Fernanda held him in the

exact same hold, and held on right up to the point that she thought he

would pass out. She repeated this cycle many many times, as she

relished the feel of his pathetic little struggles against her

magnificent body. Finally, after about the twelfth time, the poor

American finally fainted. By now, it was beginning to get dark, and

Fernanda knew that the beach would be almost deserted. After some

thought, she got a mischievous look on her face. She put her top back

on, and picked up her towel and the little man, and carried them back

to her car. She drove home, got inside, and closed the door behind

her.

Fernanda went to her bedroom with the little man, and placed him on

her bed. She took off her bikini top and bottom, and used them to tie

his hands and feet. Her instincts told her that he was going to be out

for a while longer. She took a hot shower, and afterwards dried

herself and put on a pair of panties, and a silk nightie. Returning to

her bedroom, she saw that he was still out. She untied his hands and

legs, and took off his swimming trunks. She got a towel, and wrapped

it around his waist. She also took a pair of scissors, and cut his

swimming trunks into little shreds.

Now, she calmly waited until the annoying American came to. The guy

opened his eyes, and after a moment surveyed his surroundings. Once he

realized that he was no longer at the beach, he looked at Fernanda and

asked : “w-where am I ? what happened ?” Fernanda stared into his eyes

without saying anything. The man finally recognized Fernanda and said

: “Oh ! It’s you !” Out of fear, he backed away from her and fell off

her bed. Fernanda calmly walked towards him, and he continued to back

away until his back hit the wall. She stared down into his eyes,

saying absolutely nothing. All he could do was to look down. It was

now that he realized that his swimming trunks had been replaced by a

towel. He nervously looked up at her and said : “where are my swimming

trunks ??” Fernanda, picked up the shredded remains of his trunks, and

tossed them at him. She looked down curiously into is eyes, waiting

for his reaction.

The annoying man looked up at her and said angrily : “You… !! You

won’t get away with this ! I’ll, I’ll…” Fernanda cut him off and said

: “You’ll what ? what are you going to do ? what do you think you can

do ?? All I have to do now is to go outside and scream, and the police

will be on your case in no time ! Who do you think they are going to

believe, a prominent model like me, or a worthless foreigner like you

?!” It only took a moment for the American to realize that Fernanda

had him, and there was nothing he could do about it !

Noting his dejected state, Fernanda decided to sit on her bed, and

think about what to do next. Humming to herself while thinking, a

thought finally came to her, and once again a mischievous smile formed

on her face. Looking down into the man’s eyes, she told him to follow

her into the bathroom. She got inside of her tub, and filled it with

hot water. Once it was filled, she started to rub and message her

legs. The American couldn’t help but stare, and this did not escape

her attention. She took one of her legs out of the tub, and told him

to retrieve the shaving cream from under the sink, and lather up her

leg. He did as he was told, slowly and carefully lathering up her

entire leg, marveling at its silky smoothness. She ordered him to do

the same with her other leg, giggling to herself at his aroused and

frustrated state.

Next she handed him a razor and said : “Ok little man, now you are

going to shave my legs. Heaven help you if you cut me !! You don’t

want to know what I will do with you if that happens !!” The little

man did as he was told, shaving Fernanda’s magnificent legs with

extreme caution. He took his time, ensuring that he did a complete and

perfect job. When at long last he was done, Fernanda surveyed his work

and seemed satisfied. She told him to wait outside while she washed

off her legs and put on her panties and silk nightie.

Once outside, she told him to sit on her bed. She proceeded to

retrieve all of her bottles of nail polish, and she set them down in

front of him. Next, she sat down on her bed, and extended her legs to

their full length and asked him seductively : “So, little man, which

one of these colors of nail polish do you think will look best on me

??” Struggling to concentrate and contain his arousal, the little man

surveyed Fernanda’s magnificent bronzed body, her hazel green eyes,

and her light brown hair. Looking at all the various colors of nail

polish in front of him, he picked one that was halfway between a pink

and purple color and said nervously :”I-I think this one will complete

your skin tone, and hair and eye color the best.”

Fernanda gazed at him with her piercing eyes and said : “I hope you

are right little man !” She continued to maintain her gaze, relishing

his nervousness. After a prolonged silence she impatiently said :

“Well ??” The American nervously answered back : “W-Well what ??”

Fernanda extended her feet within inches of his face, wiggled her toes

and said : “Oh come on little man !! You don’t expect me to apply the

polish myself do you ?? can’t you see how long my legs are ?? This is

your job !! And you better do a perfect job, or else…” The American

didn’t dare ask what ‘or else’ meant. He had never done this before,

but he was about to learn very very quickly out of fear ! He took his

time, very carefully applying the nail polish. The smell of the nail

polish and the silky soft feel of Fernanda’s feet made it extremely

difficult to concentrate. His head started to spin a little, and he

occasionally had to wait until he could fully concentrate again.

After what seemed like an eternity he was finally done. Fernanda

surveyed the result, and seemed satisfied. She looked into the eyes of

the man and said : “You know something ? You were right about the

color, and you did a nice job !” The little American man sighed in

relief, causing Fernanda to giggle to herself. The only question that

remained now was, what was she going to do with him, at least for the

rest of that night ?