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She caught me staring. Her muscles, her power—everything about her overwhelmed me. But I can only look… and I can’t tell my friend.

I should have knocked first.

The moment I stepped inside, she was already standing there—waiting. I swallowed hard, my body freezing as I took in the sheer size of her.

Mrs. Carter had always been beautiful, but now? She was something else. Something… beyond. Thick, veined biceps swelled as she crossed her arms, her body stretching her tiny tank top to its limits. Every curve, every inch of her rippled with muscle that made even the biggest guys at my gym look small.

She smirked. "You really don’t try to hide it, do you?"

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

"Come on, honey," she teased, stepping closer, her thighs flexing with impossible thickness. "I’ve seen the way you look at me. I see the way your eyes can’t help but wander."

I could barely breathe. She was too close. Too powerful. I had never felt so small in my life.

"You like them, don’t you?" she whispered, flexing a single arm—just enough to send veins snaking over her biceps.

I couldn’t answer. I didn’t need to.

She chuckled, tilting her head. "It’s okay, sweetheart," she said, voice low, taunting. "I like that you stare."

Her massive hand reached out, tracing a single fingertip down her own sculpted abs—slow, deliberate. "But that’s all you get to do," she murmured. "Just look. No touching. No talking about this. And definitely… definitely no telling my son."

A shiver ran down my spine.

"Understand?" she asked, her smirk deepening.

I barely nodded, my throat dry, my mind spinning.

She leaned in, close enough for me to feel her breath. "Good boy."

Then, just like that, she pulled away, her smirk widening as she turned and walked out of the room, leaving me breathless, shaking, and completely overwhelmed.

And I knew—this was only the beginning.