Lydia was on her way home after completing an intense workout at the gym where she lifted especially heavy weights, breaking some of her previous bests. Something about the experience of bringing these Julie and Elemé's under her control, one a woman ten years older and another a man, six years older, excited her. She felt an affection for them both and could sense, in their lingering eyes over muscles and their submission to her instructions, a desire to be controlled and commanded by her, to worship her strength and power. She wanted to be stronger and bigger for them, to show them that were right to follow her.
Over the course of the summer, Elemé's need to be protected and dominated by her had spurred Lydia to develop her muscles even more and she had gone from being a strong young woman to an amazon with large swollen muscles, steel-like abs and thick, layered thighs. The transformation was incredible and she found as she walked around she exerted a kind of intimidating presence to those around her. Her experience transforming Robert into Bobbie and then into Elemé had awakened something in her: a desire to be bigger, stronger, to control, and dominate. She felt this new self emerging every time she went to the gym and lifted more and more weights. Her clothes couldn't conceal her new power and size, nor did she want them to. She was transforming into a statuesque, powerful woman and she reveled in the adoration of those around her. She could see men averting their eyes from hers, intimidated by her gaze and women looking at her in awe. She noticed their eyes tracing her biceps, the definition in her shoulders, and more than once they played with their air and smiled as they bit their lower lip, not very subtly communicating their lust for her.
At the gym that day she lifted more than she ever had before, and was inspired by the thought of her two girls back at home, learning from one another, waiting for her to return and to look up to her like two doting servants. She lay on her back, bench pressing an impressive amount of weight and thought of Elemé spinning around the kitchen in her sun dress and Julie, slightly taller but still a wisp compared to Lydia, supporting and helping her new sister. She would get stronger and more powerful for her two girls, she would be their lover, protector, and goddess, and they would love her all the more for it.
When Lydia returned that evening to the house she could see Elemé and Julie, through the front window, in the kitchen. They were just as she had pictured them: Elemé was cleaning while Julie was supervising her and putting away the dishes. Elemé looked contented, in her small dress and white, semi-translucent top, on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor. There was no trace of the boy she had pulled from the pool: helpless, hapless, and incompetent. The summer of fairy juice had taken its toll and he had slowly transformed into a doting, yielding submissive girl with sensitive budding breasts. She had rebirthed from Robert to the feminine Elemé who was now happily cleaning her home.
Julie, for her part, looked somewhat uncomfortable in this new dynamic but also hadn't left so must have been enjoying it. At first Julie had seemed puzzled by the whole arrangement, and not sure what to make of Elemé, but her animal attraction to Lydia had kept her there and now Lydia could see that the whole arrangement had unlocked some secret desire in Julie, a desire to worship her power and strength. Lydia looked at Julie through the window: Julie was taller than Elemé but not by much and was a slightly overweight middle aged woman with long brown hair and an attractive, if plain, face. She didn't look matronly but, rather, the extra weight gave her a curviness, sizeable breasts, and a nice round ass, all of which Lydia appreciated. If Elemé were like her small, suckling of a girl, Julie was like her doting, submissive housewife. Lydia watched the two girls with a certain satisfaction and desire before stepping into the household.
She opened the door and called, "Girls, I'm home."
She heard some movement before Elemé came to the door, followed by Julie.
Lydia crossed her arms: "Girls. When I arrive home, I expect you to spring into action and greet me at the door like two good little bunnies."
"Yes, Mama." said Elemé eagerly.
"OK" said Julie.
Lydia put her hand on Julie's shoulder, "Julie, honey. You can call me Miss or Mama, but you must address me properly. Do you understand?"'
Julie felt the strength in the young woman's hand and looked up at her and took in this tall, amazonian vision of a young woman, "Yes, Mama."
Lydia smiled, "Good girl."
Standing in her boots she stood a foot taller than Elemé and 10" taller than Julie and she really did feel like an adult surveying two children. Elemé's body was small and thin whereas Julie's body was a bit plumper but soft and yielding. Elemé came to about her nipple while Julie came to just below her chin. Her eyes roamed over their bodies: weak and yielding, soft and dependent. Elemé looked innocent, small, and thin in her white skirt and top. Eleme's arms were white and fragile and while Julie was heavier, Lydia knew she could have carried them both in her arms so easily.
It was amazing how the dynamic between them had emerged right away with no resistance on either of their part. Was it that they were both natural submissives and instinctively were drawn to a powerful woman like her or had she broken them, turned them into her willing vassals, and they now lived only to please her?
These thoughts crossed her mind in a flash and she knew what she would do in the next stage of their submission.
"Girls, please follow me into the kitchen."
They obeyed with a smile, following her like two ducklings eager to please an imperious mother.
In the kitchen Lydia sat at the head of the table and turned her chair towards them.
"Come here, please" she commanded and Elemé stood before her -- he was eye level with the seated Lydia.
Julie began to move to a seat at the table but Lydia caught her arm. "No, Julie. When I ask you to come before, come and stand before me."
Julie hesitated and then stood in place before this imperious amazon.
"Julie, I don't want to have to teach you how to behave every step of the way. Should I make Elemé the big sister and you the little sister so she can teach you?"
"No, Mama" said Julie, clearly cowed.
"Then you'll behave?"
"Yes, Mama."
"Good girl." She paused and then continued, "Now tell me how your evening together went."
The girls took turn explaining what had happened. Julie was suddenly eager to please and took delight in explaining how she had "helped" Elemé learn to be a better girl, teaching her to clean and to take care of Lydia's -- "MISS Lydia" -- Miss Lydia's belongings. They had spent time folding her clothes and cleaning her room. Elemé nodded in approval, adding parts of the story to support her sister.
"Good girls. You're really getting along well together and learning to help me."
She looked at Julie, "Now, Julie, this is a trial run for you. Do you want to keep coming over and helping us?"
Julie smiled, "Yes, Ms. Lydia. Please let me come back."
