Suggested by Jerry

I’m alone in my office staring at the whiteboard where I scribble notes from my investigations into a matriarchal secret sisterhood. It was a web of deceit and mystery but it didn’t pay the bills. “Hello Jim!” a familiar chirpy voice broke my thoughts. I was surprised to see my mother in-law wearing a shapeless knee-length purple coat. “Are you alright dear?” Paula asked “You were miles away” “I’m fine” I replied standing up to greet her. “Here, give me a big hug” she cried throwing her short thick arms around me and sweeping me up over-enthusiastically into a welcoming embrace. Although only 5’1 without shoes, she was built like a small tank and lifted my 5’8 frame clean off the floor. “It’s so good to see you again” she said, swinging me from side to side with my feet dangling like, an unstoppable force of nature. It felt more like a bear-hug! Face-to-face, she held my chest so tight against her massive bust my lungs couldn’t expand to draw breath “It’s been too long” I couldn’t answer as she was squeezing the life out of me! “How about giving your mother in-law a great big kiss?” she asked cheerfully. Most men found Paula unattractive and even I was reluctant to give other than a peck on the cheek. ‘Mannish’ would be charitable for a large blockish face and a ruddy complexion framed by short curly dark brown (dyed) hair and featuring brown eyes, a large thick nose and a wide mouth. With those literally breath-taking big meaty arms crushing me, resistance was not an option. I was powerless as she pressed her lips against mine to deliver the kind of kiss that you definitely wouldn’t want your partner to catch you having with her mother.

Finally released and after gasping for breath, I complemented her for looking slimmer around the face, noticeably around the chin which pleased her. Grossly overweight when I first met her, she had to lose weight for health reasons which she did through diet and weight-training. Imagine my shock when I discovered my mother in-law had taken up bodybuilding, uncompetitively. Although most people saw a squat grossly overweight woman, beneath her clothes all that fat had been turned to solid muscle of epic proportions. In addition she’d taken up ju-jitsu which she learnt whilst in the RAF in her youth. I found out the hard way that it was no joke and ended up highly aroused and totally dominated [JIMP#13].

“Can I get you a tea or coffee?” I asked, suspicious of her visit knowing she was a member of the Sisterhood of Anahita “Thank you dear but I had one with Glynnis earlier” she said unbuttoning her coat. That didn’t re-assure me as the receptionist also wore a black necklace of the Goddess [JIMP#48]. Words failed me as the coat was removed to reveal a large white long sleeved blouse. My mother in-law was exceptionally well-endowed with a very wide and very low hanging bust which rather than being gross and floppy, was large, firm and forward thrusting. With the top buttons undone and blouse open wide exposing a long deep cleavage between huge curving mounds of breast, they were incredibly eye-catching and dick-stirring despite her looks. I tried not to stare but failed. Oversexed, particularly after her divorce, this was how she compensated and had no problem catching most men’s attention. However I’d never seen her in a leather skirt before. Knee-length and black it fit snugly around her wide waist, highly shiny and alluring as it shimmered under the lights. It also featured a slit on her lower left-hand side at the front that opened to mid-thigh when she moved. The squat mature woman wore it with confidence and was all the sexier for it. “Do you like it?” she saw me staring. “It looks great on you” I had to admit with guilty feelings of arousal. Her lower legs were bare with an extraordinary overall shape featuring long vertical cords of sinew behind her shins and thick ankles tapering dramatically over a very short length to incredibly wide flaring calves. They were big and firm to begin with through supporting all of that weight, reminding me of upturned wide round sided bottles, but now were muscular and a lot sexier. A pair of well worn, at least 6” high, wedges made her look much taller and amplified the shape of her calves. Again I was conscious of staring and had to look away.

“Actually I have a favour to ask” Paula said sitting down in a chair before me. “You’ll get paid” she added. I struggled not to look at the massive thrusting expanse of upper breast or the big flaring calves as she crossed her legs. “You or the Sisterhood?” I asked. She didn’t answer but stared at my whiteboard with a puzzled expression. “Paula?” I asked. “Sorry” she leant forward and a wide deep wall of well-endowed womanhood dangled before me making me groan mentally. She knew full well where my eyes were going and the effect it was having on me. “I need you” she said softly. Great, my mother in-law was using her feminine allure on me! “To help me investigate the rapes of disadvantaged women in a part of London” she told me with her huge endowment rising and falling gently in a mesmerising way. “Surely that’s a Police matter” I told her “Won’t touch it. I’ve tried. The local Council are the same that turned their back on those poor people when their tower-block burned down” she said “I think it’s another social cleansing fear tactic to drive out the lower classes and the Police are turning a blind eye” I heard her passion. “Please do this for me” she begged, her huge breasts rising in the front of her blouse like two beach-balls. Oh boy, she was getting me stiff “You know London better than me” she said. “Besides I believe there is a good shoe shop there and these old things have seen better days” she said stretching out her right foot and pointing the toes which made the calves flex into a mighty hard sharp pointed shape. She knew I loved to watch her big calves and I caved in to her request.

We took a train to the capital rather than pay the congestion charge on top of parking, then the Tube. “This used to be a nice neighbourhood but they’ve destroyed its character” I complained feeling hemmed-in by the high-rise skyline being constructed. “Why would anyone want to live here let alone be able to afford it?” I asked. “Wealthy landlords, overseas investors and rich people who stay here during the week then go back to their nice pads in the country” I added looking at the gated enclaves. “Jim” Paula said quietly, clutching my arm and bringing her face close. I thought she was going to tell me to stop moaning “I think the Supervisors are losing control of the World’s rulers to the Global Elite” she told me earnestly “That’s why everything is going to pot. The rise of nationalism, unashamed corruption and greed of local and central Government and corporate directors, the use of fake news and social media to sway the masses” “Nothing the likes of you and me can do anything about” I replied “That’s the way they operate. Divide and rule, making it easier to retain control for the return of the old Gods and demons” It was a sobering thought “I’m sure The Sisterhood will sort it out” “That’s the point, Jim. There’s rumours that something bad is going on in India involving the Death Cult you’ve encountered. Don’t even think of going there to investigate, it’s far too dangerous!” she urged. “I wasn’t even considering it” I told her.

We found the shoe shop which had gone up-market with prices to match and entered to the disgusted glare of a young sales assistant looking down at us wondering why this common dumpy fat woman and curly haired oiyk were in his shop. Self-centred with a sense of entitlement amplified by a privileged upbringing, the millennial purposefully ignored us. I saw the steely glint in my mother-in law’s eyes as she removed her coat and let him have it with both barrels. With a knowing smirk on her lips, her ample wide thrusting bust and long cleavage became a black-hole for the lad’s vision as she lowered herself into a seat whilst the slit in her leather skirt parted as it rode part-way up her chunky thighs. I sat down next to her and waited for him to stop staring at her pendulous breasts and serve us.

Being taller I couldn’t help looking down at that deep cleavage noticing that although her breasts were huge, her chest actually looked very solid like huge muscular pectorals. I even thought I saw striations! It was also clear she didn’t wear a bra as big prominent nipples were pushing out against her blouse in a very exciting manner. I also noticed that her thick, once flabby neck, was now a firm bull neck that sloped down to very wide, thick shoulder caps. Unable to resist the lure, the stuck-up lad approached and introduced himself as Joe, asking how he could assist while never taking his eyes off her bust. Telling him she was looking for a pair of 6” wedges and a pair of 6” stiletto heeled sandals, he had difficulty focussing on her face rather than her voluminous chest. That all changed when he drew up a low foot measuring station and sat before her.

The shock in his eyes told me that he’d never seen calves as big and solid as the squat heavy woman before him possessed. With eyes glued on huge wings of enormous girth and depth flaring out behind short shins, his hands trembled as he reached out to help remove her old wedges. The close-up sight of large thick slabs of calve muscle moving and shifting was making me stiff as strong rugged looking feet swung out towards the sizer between Joe’s legs on the angled front of his low stool. Starting to sweat, he told her that she took a size 8 with an extra wide fitting and that he might have something in the storeroom then rose and went to look.

Paula had a tough looking smile clearly enjoying the excitement her mighty calves were causing. “Jim!” she exclaimed “Did you see the stiffy he had in his trousers” she chuckled wickedly “I’ll make him sorry acting like we don’t belong here” “Your calves look even larger and more defined than I last saw them” I admitted “I’m so glad that you find them so” she paused then with seductive emphasis said “exciting”. I had to stifle a gasp as my mother in-law’s hand stole to the front of my trousers to give my own stiffy a good feel. I brushed the roaming hand aside as Joe returned carrying shoeboxes. “You’re going to enjoy this” she told me with a smirk as he approached. “Lets try the wedges first” he said, sitting back down on the low unit.

Confronted with the reality of those huge muscular calves once more, Joe’s hands shook as he held the shoes for Paula to put her toes into. His eyes were agog as she stood up to test them out with the hem of the slinky leather skirt dropping back to just above her knees. Right before his eyes were calves tapering from thick ankles to at least 26” of solid muscle of astonishing girth and depth with dramatic feminine curves. Visible shock hit him as her lower legs exploded into deep wide toned relief with exaggerated rounded sides and calve heads that became a riot of moving shifting bulging slabs of mighty muscle. He had probably never realised the sensual beauty of a strong pair of female calves but now he was getting it full-on as she walked up and down the aisle with mind-boggling mass muscle that looked harder than steel as the light shimmered and danced across the leather skirt in exciting sensual shifting patterns. The prominent diamond-shaped muscle at the back of each lower leg bulged enormously resembling very wide sharp jagged knifes with a staggeringly deep lower cliff edge, while the smaller soleus muscle was clearly visible beneath.

I hadn’t seen Paula for a while and was amazed just how big, powerful and very arousing her calves had become. She probably had the largest most muscular calves that I have ever seen. The young man and myself were mesmerised then his jaw dropped and my dick lurched as her heels rose from the shoes as though walking on her toes making her toned calves flex even larger, becoming more defined and shaped like large dense arrow heads with a deep cleft between. They were powerful feminine muscle of an extreme size. I had an absolutely raging hard-on for my own mother in-law but Joe was in a far worse state, sweating profusely and unable to stop touching the front of his trousers.

Paula was enjoying herself and is soon driving the young man crazy trying on different shoes just to work him up more. He has never seen calves as big and developed like hers and was beginning to lose it, not coping with the strong arousal he felt for the woman he had thought a short fat lower-class slob. The poor fellow has a throbbing erection he is unable to conceal, although I wasn’t in a much better state watching Paula operate. Finally to his relief she chose a pair each of high-heeled wedges and sandals. I saw the glint in her eye as she then declared that she’d love a pair of high-heeled leather knee-length boots. Joe looked flustered. “I really don’t think we have any in your size madam” he stuttered in apology. “Oh don’t say that” Paula purred seductively stretching out a foot between his legs, the slit in her leather skirt widening to give a glimpse of thick firm thighs, and pressing on his erection while flexing her awesome calves. I thought he was going to cream his pants right there and then! “I insist you measure my calves then look” she added. I remembered her complaining on several occasions how hard it was to find boots that would fit over her large calves and knew she was subjecting Joe to cruel and unusual torture. He looked on the verge of a breakdown trying to get a tape measure around various parts of her tremendous calves to take measurements. “They need to be comfortable and not tight around here” she told him pressing his hand against her calves forcing him to feel their mind-blowing size and solidity. The front of his trousers twitched like he had a ferret down there. Sweating and barely able to speak Joe disappeared into the storeroom.

Praying that my own erection would subside I focussed on Paula’s face and asked where the attacks were taking place. “Aren’t you having fun here?” she chuckled with a saucy look at my own twitching trouser-tent. “I am” she added then sighed at my serious face. “The women say they were abducted near here and taken down a pedestrian tunnel to an abandoned warehouse” she said as I tried to ignore her heaving breast. “There are a few around the back of here compulsory purchased by the Council for development of another high-rise exclusive gated community” Conversation stopped as Joe returned with several more boxes.

Paula looked like she was trying not to laugh at the snooty lad’s face as pair after pair of boots failed to negotiate the massive flaring calves, while her assistance just got him more flustered by making him feel her solid calves as he failed to slide the boots over them. “These might be better” he mumbled opening another box. Undoing the side-zip and with trembling hands, he slipped one of her feet into the bottom of the boot then carefully moulded the sides around her calves trying to get the zip track to meet up although it looked to me like he was having a good feel of her huge calves through the soft leather. With sweat running into his eyes and looking manic he tried to pull the zip up the side of the boot. Time and time again it failed to navigate the incredibly wide deep jutting at the base her calves. Desperate not to fail, Joe opened more boxes trying different styles of boot until he managed to get the zip to the top, looking triumphant. His face fell as Paula raised her foot onto her toes and flexed. Her calves stretched the leather so tight I thought they would rip it to shreds before the zip suffered a spectacular systematic failure, parting with a grating noise all the way from the top to the bottom of her insanely wide powerful double diamond calves.