The Amazon approaches and you notice the top of your head barely reaches the bottom of her immense breasts. You look up, past her broad shoulders and massive arms and recognize a person you knew in the past.
"Amanda?!" you ask, taking a few steps back to make sure. This person looked like a girl you once knew, but she was so young. She probably wasn't any older than 21 or so. The real Amanda should be in her mid 70s by now.
"Jake? Is that you? Is it really you?!" She bends down and picks you up, fully embracing you as her arms encircle your smaller body. "It's been such a long time. I thought you were dead. But, why do you look so young?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing," you reply, as she puts you down. She leads you over to the bed and the two of you sit down. "What is going on here? Why are the women so...large now?"
"It all started a few years after you vanished," Amanda began. "Are you familiar with 'Dr. Strangelove?'" You shake your head slowly, starting to connect the dots. "Well, the Doomsday Machine, as it turns out, is real. Some idiot country had an issue with Russia at the time and decided to launch a nuke at them. It hit St. Petersburg, killing everyone in the city and most people in a five mile radius.
"Well, the Doomsday Device had no choice but to respond and it launched countless nuclear weapons on most countries around the world, killing three quarters of the population. But there was something extra added to the Russian nukes, some chemical in their weapons. The people who didn't die from the bombs were exposed to the fallout, but the men weren't affected, at least not like we were."
"The survivors eventually found each other and decided to stick together. And over time, the women came to the conclusion that things should change, since we were now the physically dominant sex." You look up at your friend, a look of shock on your face. "Oh, don't get me wrong," she continued. "I'm not a fan of putting some of you guys in chains or the...unique way we sometimes have to punish the criminals in our society, but overall, things are a whole lot better off now."
"How do you punish criminals?" you ask her.
"Death by 'Snu-Snu,'" she replies simply, and you're reminded of that one episode of "Futurama" from many years ago.
"You said that the men were affected by the fallout, too. How?"
"Their musculature improved somewhat," Amanda replied. "I mean, they're more toned now and they probably gained close to 20 pounds of muscle initally, but it was nothng compared to us. I think Russia was trying to develop a Super Soldier formula of some kind. Apparently, they're a fan of Amazons." She giggled at her remark.
"Look," she continued, her tone changing. "Jennifer expects me to...punish you by tonight. Obviously, I'm not going to do that. I would never hurt you, physically or otherwise. Especially now."
"Punish me how?" you ask cautiously.
"Well, you were caught tresspassing on our turf, so I'm expected to either beat you up or kill you."
"My God," you reply horrified.
"I know, I know," Amanda replied, ashamed. "I hate it, too. But look, when Jennifer comes back tonight, she expects you to be in pain and have at least a few bruises. Maybe even some broken bones." She sighed, thinking of a way around it. "I'll think of something by tonight. I promise."
"So, what do we do in the meantime?" you ask, smiling seductively up at her. You always had feelings for her in the past, but were always too afraid to confront her about them.
"I can think of a few things," Amanda replies, laying you on her mattress and climbing on top of you, removing what little clothing she had on. "It seems you're already dressed for the occasion."
"Almost," you reply, taking your shoes, socks and underwear off and tossing them into a corner of the room.
"I promise to be gentle," Amanda says, as she bends down and kisses you.