Two figures in black fatigues carrying heavy backpacks and wearing night vision goggles emerge silently from the dark desolate wood under the cover of darkness. Moving stealthily, they gain the cover of an old WWII pillbox. Once the simple squat concrete fort had been used to keep watch for German Commandos. Tonight the men in black use the abandoned relic to examine the facility it was once designed to protect.

Time was of the essence. The rest of the squad were engaged in a firefight pinning down a U.S. Black Ops team a few miles to the North on Dartmoor. Already the Devonshire Police had been instructed to close the surrounding area and keep away the Public under the cover of a ‘training exercise’. There had been reports that the USAF had taken off from Mildenhall, which meant paratroopers could be here soon unless the RAF could intercept them. The stakes were high; this was deteriorating into an ‘International Incident’. The U.S. President had given the British Prime Minister the cold shoulder over the activities on British soil but neither knew the real reason for this conflict.

Operating under radio-blackout, Mark could recall The Evil One’s screech ringing in his ears. “For God’s sake, get in there and destroy it before the Yanks get there. Do whatever it takes”. Although they had memorized the layout from maps and aerial photos, seeing the place from the ground gave a completely different perspective. Consisting of a seemingly haphazard arrangement of simple low brick buildings with asbestos corrugated roofs, the facility would be familiar to anyone who had seen a British forces base dating back to WWII. Long abandoned by the military since the 1970’s, a scrap merchant now used the site; the weeds and the elements had taken their toll. However what they want is beyond human sight.

There is an open expanse of ground between the pillbox and the nearest buildings. With a clear night sky and a full moon, any attempt to cross it was likely to be seen by any observer.

“Security guard at 4’o clock” Brad’s voice caught Mark’s attention. “Female. Squat and fat. Civie. Take her out. No witnesses” Brad told him, unnecessarily. The guard was heading away from their location. Stealthily they crossed the open ground to the closest building then split up. Keeping to the shadows of the derelict huts, Mark quietly followed the direction that the guard had taken. Seeing the beam of her flashlight lighting up an area just around the corner of a building ahead, he moved more cautiously. Peering carefully around the corner, he spotted her standing a few yards away faintly illuminated by the moonlight looking around with her torch.

With his night vision, he agrees with Brad’s assessment. Wearing a dark jacket and knee length skirt, the woman stood around 5’1”, and cut a bulky figure. From the back, a short thick neck merged into broad drooping shoulders from which her uniform jacket hung in straight lines down a shapeless wide back with very thick arms. Below the jacket, a knee-length skirt hung straight from very broad hips suggesting equally thick legs with short very large calves at the bottom and low-heeled shoes. As she turned, he caught a glimpse of a long broad chubby face with ruddy complexion, a double chin and a sort of matronly look. Her nose was large and thick, her cheekbones prominent, her mouth medium wide. Short almost shoulder length dark curly hair exposed a high forehead. Late fifties he guessed. If she was working a night shift, she couldn’t have young kids at home. He would be doing the National Health Service a favour by taking out this fatty.

The woman moves on with Mark trailing. Although she appears harmless, he has been trained to be cautious and not take things for granted. The way Vanessa should have in Paris [JIMP#14]. He pushes the extraneous thought to the back of his mind. He watches as she enters a more intact looking hut with light blazing out of the windows. Removing his night vision and backpack, Mark silently moved to the door and looked in. Obviously the guardroom; sparsely furnished with a few desks and chairs. With a note of unease, he spots a bank of black and white monitors lining one wall in front of a desk. CCTV They could have been caught on tape. They will need to be destroyed. The fat woman is standing in front of a large window at the side of the hut overlooking the front gate to the site. She had removed her jacket to reveal a crisp white blouse that stretched awkwardly over her extremely wide large figure. Large pendulous breasts stretched the blouse, but that didn’t appeal to Mark.

Repulsed, he sees the folds of her double chin and her greying hair. Her hips are very wide and her large backside stretches the top of her skirt tight. He also notes how the rest of the skirt is tight across the back of her thighs. Below this are wide thick powerful diamond shaped calves covered in sheer black nylon tapering down to her ankles and low-heeled shoes. She might have developed those monsters from carrying all of that weight around. However the big solid slabs of muscle looked weight trained and that aroused suspicion.

The experienced soldier makes a snap decision. Take her by surprise and slit her throat. Moving silently and swiftly he sneaks up behind his prey. Suddenly the squat woman turned driving a large fist hard against his gut. Mark was well trained and instinctively tensed his six-pack abs to take the blow. “Nnhhgarrh” his body was propelled backwards across the room by a shocking force, his abs failing to fully protect him. Mark knew that he could take a punch in the gut without batting an eyelid, with one exception. That was another mature woman, the fearsome Dragon who could smash through his muscled defences with ease leaving him a gasping whimpering wreck. Now another mature woman, a civilian, had almost done the same.

Paula stared at her reflection in the window. The bulky figure reminded her that it was only a few years ago that she had been so obese that her doctor refused to treat her. She had tried all sorts of faddy diets before only to lose a few pounds then pile it back on again soon after.

Getting up the courage to check out the local branch of a popular gym chain, she ended up on the opposite side of the street watching the people going in and out. All of them were young, not one anywhere near her age and none were seriously overweight. “If you’re after a gym, I wouldn’t bother with that place. It’s overpriced and people only go there because they think it’s the fashionable place to be seen” a posh woman’s voice spoke from behind her. That was when she met Lady Helen Windthorpe.

The tall, beautiful elegantly dressed woman made a striking impression dressed in a pale green Italian designer dress suit with her brown hair tied back in a tight bob and wearing designer sunglasses. Sitting in a red open topped Ferrari in an adjacent parking bay, she offered to take Paula to a better gym that would help her lose weight. “It’s small and private for a few select women only. I encourage all my female staff to use its facilities for free. Hop in and let me show you”. Thrilled by the prospect of a ride in an expensive fast car, Paula agreed.

During a hair-raising drive at breakneck speed down narrow roads, Paula was asked whether she was looking for work, which she was. “Were you ever in the armed forces” Lady Helen then asked. “I used to be in the RAF for a while. A ground support role” she had answered. “So you weren’t combat trained?” the elegant woman asked loudly over the air rushing over the windscreen. “Actually I took up Jujitsu. I was quite good at it” she replied. “Excellent”. The exhilarating drive halted at an ex-army base now home to a scrap dealer.

The security guard at the gate let her drive in. “This is one of my ventures. There’s a lot of money in scrap metal. Men run this on my behalf but I like to have women I can trust to keep an eye on them and guard the place” Helen told her. “I could really do with a night security guard. You would be perfect after a bit of training”. Paula was flattered, she could do with the money but she couldn’t see herself as a security guard and said so. “Nonsense. Nothing a bit of training won’t put right”. The gym was located in a small low hut away from the entrance.

She wasn’t convinced until she was introduced to Cynthia who ran the gym. She was about the same age with a similar bulky looking build although taller. Then she stripped off. Paula had seen pictures of women bodybuilders and couldn’t understand why any woman would want to look like that, but Cynthia’s body was amazing with powerful arms and legs, a hard stomach but undeniably feminine with a dramatic curvy hourglass figure and large firm breasts. “Do you want me to help you build a body like this?” Cynthia asked her big breasts swelling as she flexed two huge solid peaked biceps. “Oh yes please” Paula replied without hesitation. She loved the idea of being strong and sexy like her with no flabby bits. “Excellent. Cynthia can also arrange for you to take a refresher in combat training then you can become my night security guard” Lady Helen had said.

Paula recalled with pride how quickly her large body responded to the weight training and the nutritional diet given to her. Although she lost weight, most of the fat turned to solid dense muscle, which she was immensely pleased with. Her large wobbly overhanging stomach tightened and got flatter and harder. The thick fat arms got harder and stronger. She was stunned at how her grotesquely fat legs transformed into awesome pillars of muscles that had many of the other women green with jealousy. Her jujitsu skills quickly came back, she particularly enjoyed throwing the young women around the mat so much that the instructor got her to take up karate to give the poor girls a break and to improve her flexibility.

She enjoyed working out at the quiet little gym so much that she spent much of her day there. There were other women who used the gym, of all ages from all walks of life. She was surprised to see the local Militant Wing of The Salvation Army work out there. Paula had once been in the Army but had never heard of them. Watching them made her enlist straight away.

Some of the women, including Cynthia wore Indian goddess necklaces. When she asked Cynthia about this, she was told that they belonged to a secret sisterhood of strength. “Not just physical strength or strength in combat skills. Sexual strength as well. The power to completely dominate a man physically, in combat and sexually as well” Cynthia said with a saucy smile. Paula always thought herself good in bed. “I’ve never had any complaints in that department” she said. Cynthia took her to visit an elderly Indian woman. In stunned disbelief she watched as a skinny old wrinkled white haired hag took a young man inside her and kept him moaning non-stop with pleasure for over an hour. “Very strong Yoni. Tantric sex keep lover faithful and satisfied” she said. In broken English the woman described the techniques she was applying. Methods that sounded impossible but the look on the boys face convinced Paula that she was telling the truth. In the end the boy passed out from sheer exhaustion. “You like? I’m 6th Dan black belt in marital arts”. “Please teach me” Paula said instantly. “Only for sisterhood” the old woman told her. “You watch”. The old crow took a 10p piece and presented it to her vagina where it was gripped and pulled inside. “Watch” she said pointing to the wall. The woman seemed to relax and Paula was astonished to see a streak of silver shoot across the room towards the wall and a thud as something hit it. Paula was staggered to find the coin buried so deep within the plasterwork that it’s top edge could not be gripped. “Break penis like that” the old woman laughed. Paula was eager to begin her rites of passage into the mysteries of the Sisterhood!.

Then came the interest about her son in-law Jim Priest who had become a private detective. Cynthia had returned after some time away and asked Paula to use her relationship to keep a close watch. She also mentioned how much Jim appreciated a powerful woman like her [JIMP#8] although Paula didn’t understand that comment until she confronted Jim in the basement of Bristlingdown Manor. She remembered how lustful Jim became when she showed off her powerfully built body and how turned on he became when she physically dominated him [JIMP#13]. His desire was contagious and she ended up demonstrating her strong love muscles on his ardour (she was only a white belt in that department). Afterwards she abandoned the mission, deeply ashamed at causing Jim to be unfaithful to her own daughter. However she couldn’t stop dreaming about how he had worshipped her and fantasizng about other things they didn’t do. Although most men were put off assuming she was still obese, she had no trouble finding admirers. However, once she removed her clothes most were scared witless by her mighty physique, and those that weren’t didn’t return after sampling her lovemaking skills.

Temptation became too much when she recently stayed with her daughter and Jim. They were alone in the house; Jim was working from home in the box room at the front. She was in the back spare room, knowing that it was wrong but she was a highly sexed woman and kept thinking about the passion she had previously aroused in her son in-law.

Standing by the bed in full view of the open doorway, she looked towards the window wearing nothing but her bra and briefs. Jim was in the bathroom and she knew that he would see her as he left. Hearing his footsteps, she began some calve raises letting him have full view of her large thickly muscled double diamonds. Pleased to hear his breathing get heavier, she said, “Come in dear and talk to your mother in-law. It’s ok, I’m sure you’re not bothered about an old woman in her undies”.

Still he hesitated so she gave him both barrels. Lifting both arms she brought them down into a mighty double-biceps knowing he would get full sight of those monsters and her broad back. “Oh my god” he moaned softly. She heard him come up behind her, then felt his hands explore her mighty peaks. “They’re amazing” he gushed in awe “They’re much more defined and I’m sure they’re bigger”. She felt his hands run across her back. “Wow absolutely amazing back. It’s like a contour map of some very rugged country. Incredible”. Standing close behind her, his lips began gently kissing her neck as his hands roamed over her upper body.