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[Story] This Is For Your Own Good

Published: January 16th 2025, 3:00:14 pm

Hi Hi ✨

Tier 4 exclusive remake of an old story! A tale of a huge girlfriend who totally, definitely, absolutely does not gaslight her smaller boyfriend 😅 Lots of alt images included in your folders! I'll drop a link to a similar story I wrote a while ago from which I drew inspiration in the comments if I can find it!

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This Is For Your Own Good

"So you wanted to talk?" Sarah shifted on the couch, which creaked ominously under her enhanced frame. At 7'4", she towered over most women, even in this new world of amazons. Her workout clothes - the only things that fit her anymore - strained against her muscular form as she leaned forward, fixing Tom with an intense stare.

Tom stood by the doorway, unconsciously positioning himself near the exit. At 5'10", he'd never felt particularly short before the formula changed everything. Now, facing his girlfriend's imposing presence, he felt like a child. He cleared his throat, gathering his courage.

"That's adorable," Sarah cut him off before he could properly start. "You've got that same look you had when you tried telling me I shouldn't take the formula. Remember how well that worked out?" She flexed an arm casually, the movement causing her sleeve to ride up over biceps that dwarfed his thighs.

"Listen, Sarah, we need to-"

"Need to what?" She stood up smoothly, her head nearly brushing the ceiling. "Need to discuss how you've been acting weird lately? Need to talk about how you barely touch me anymore?" She advanced toward him, each step making the floorboards creak. "Is it because I'm too big for you now? Too strong?"

Tom backed up until he hit the wall. "That's not-"

"Not what?" Sarah's voice dripped with false sweetness. "Not the reason you've been distant? Not why you flinch every time I try to hug you?" She braced one muscular arm against the wall beside his head, effectively caging him. "Come on, Tommy. Use your words."

"I want to break up."

The words hung in the air for a moment. Sarah blinked, then let out a laugh that seemed to shake the apartment.

"Break up? Oh honey, is that what you think you want?" She reached down with her free hand, cupping his chin and tilting his face up to meet her gaze. "Let me guess - you've been talking to that friend of yours. What's his name? The one whose girlfriend didn't take the formula?"

"This isn't about Mark-"

"It's exactly about Mark," Sarah interrupted, her grip on his chin tightening slightly. "He's been filling your head with nonsense about 'natural order' and 'traditional relationships.' Well, news flash, baby - there's nothing traditional about this world anymore."

She stepped back slightly, giving him room to breathe but still blocking his path to the door. "Remember when we first met? You could barely take your eyes off me, and I was just a regular gym rat back then. Now look at me." She struck a pose that would have looked ridiculous before the formula, but now exuded raw power. "I'm everything you ever fantasized about, and you want to throw that away?"

"You're hurting me," Tom managed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sarah's expression softened into something almost predatory. "Oh baby, no. I'm helping you see reason." She moved closer again, pressing him against the wall with her bulk. "You're just confused. Scared maybe. But I can fix that."

Before Tom could protest, she wrapped her arms around him from behind, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. "Remember how you used to be the big spoon?" she purred, carrying him toward the couch. "Things change, Tommy. The world changed. And you need to change with it."

She settled onto the couch, arranging him on her lap like a doll. Her massive arms encircled him completely, pulling him back against her chest. The heat from her body seemed to envelope him, and he could feel her enhanced muscles flex with every slight movement.

"There," she cooed, reaching for the TV remote. "Isn't this better? Just like old times, except now I can hold you properly." Her free hand stroked his arm possessively. "You don't really want to break up. You're just having a moment of insecurity. It happens to a lot of guys these days."

Tom tried to shift position, but her grip tightened imperceptibly. "Sarah, please-"

"Shh," she pressed a finger to his lips. "We're going to watch a movie, and then you're going to apologize for upsetting me with all this break-up nonsense. Okay?"

It wasn't really a question. Tom felt her muscles ripple against his back as she adjusted her position, tucking him more firmly against her enhanced frame. Her breasts, made enormous by the formula, pressed against the back of his head like warm pillows.

"I know things have been different since I took the formula," Sarah continued, her voice taking on that falsely gentle tone he'd grown to dread. "But different doesn't mean worse. You just need to adjust your perspective." She squeezed him slightly, drawing a small gasp. "And I'm here to help you with that."

The TV flickered to life, casting strange shadows across the room. Tom sat rigid in Sarah's embrace, achingly aware of how her thighs, now thick as tree trunks, shifted beneath him. How her arms, corded with muscle that put his best gym days to shame, held him in place with casual ease.

"You know what your problem is?" Sarah mused, absently playing with his hair. "You're still thinking like it's the old days. Like you have options." She chuckled, the sound rumbling through her chest and into his body. "But look around, Tommy. Every woman who matters took the formula. We all grew. We all changed. And the men?" She shrugged, the movement lifting him slightly. "The men adapted. Just like you're going to adapt."

Tom closed his eyes, feeling the fight drain out of him. The movie played on, unwatched, as Sarah continued her monologue, her words washing over him like waves. Each casual flex of her enhanced muscles, each possessive touch, reinforced the message: he wasn't going anywhere.

"I think you owe me an apology," she said finally, pausing the movie. "For making me worry. For even thinking about breaking up." Her arms tightened fractionally. "Don't you agree?"

Tom nodded slowly, the motion restricted by her embrace. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Sorry for what?" Sarah prompted, her voice honey-sweet but underlaid with steel.

"I'm sorry for... for trying to break up with you. For not appreciating... everything."

"That's better," Sarah purred, rewarding him with a squeeze that pushed the air from his lungs. "See? I knew you'd come around. You just needed a little perspective." She shifted, repositioning him more comfortably against her enhanced frame. "Now, let's finish this movie. And later..." she trailed off suggestively, one massive hand splaying across his chest. "Later we can really make up properly."

The movie resumed, its plot lost on Tom as he sat trapped in Sarah's embrace. Her body heat surrounded him, her enhanced muscles pressed against him from all sides, a constant reminder of how much the world had changed. How much she had changed. How much he hadn't.

"I love you, Tommy," Sarah murmured into his hair, her grip never loosening. "And I'm never letting you go."

It wasn't a promise. It was a threat.

And as the credits rolled, Tom realized with growing despair that she meant it literally.