She was undeniably sexy; an over-exaggeration of femininity. Six-and-a-half feet of female with curves any man--and a few women--would die for. Long voluminous fiery-red hair flowed down around her large powerful shoulders nearly reaching the floor. Her eyes were such a deep blue they were almost violet. Behind her long thick lashes those bright orbs radiated charisma and willful strength. Her tan skin was silky soft, and looking at it you were filled with the need to reach out and caress it.
She was having the dream again.
Blue fire arced across her skin, etching ethereal runes on her body. The feeling was exhilarating, like the embrace of a familiar lover. But, like any embrace, these sigils were ultimately confining. They wrapped themselves around her form, hugging her, binding her.
Here it is, a new site for posting content related to powerful women (and men, if that's your thing). For the moment, this site will be focused on story content on the main page. The same way brawna served the female muscle community and overflowing bra serves the breast expansion fetish, I would like this site to become a haven for those who like to take all of those related "improvement" kinks to their most extreme. Stories need not be focused around ascension. Any content with one person growing better than their peers will do.
Rachel tried to make herself comfortable in the small folding chairs that had been set up in the lab. Nearby, the machine hummed its steady hum, just like it always did. Occasionally one of the array of monitors she was observing would finish whatever program it was displaying and switch to a different task.