Part 1: Joe rolled over in bed and groggily reached to the night stand to turn off his screeching alarm. He looked at his phone - 4 new text messages, all from the same sender, his increasingly impatient landlady Yolanda. Joe had been late paying rent last month and was behind a week this month. Making matters worse for Joe was the fact that Yolanda lived directly across the hall from him, which served as a near-constant inescapable reminder of his financial woes. But it wasn't just Yolanda's living proximity the only thing that made Joe feel pressured by her presence. She was also, physically, a very large and intimidating woman. Despite being in her mid 50's (if he had to guess) and sporting a matronly head of long, silvery-gray dreads, she was one of the tallest women he had ever seen (6'5", he guesstimated) and carried a frame that suggested a lot of muscle underneath an ample layer of womanly curves and cushion, giving her a sort of "athletic BBW" look. No one would mistake her for a bodybuilder, but have mercy on the fool who would try to snatch her purse. Joe was both mesmerized and terrified of Yolanda. Despite being a grandmother, she was easily twice his size, and had no qualms flaunting her powerful frame in public. Several times a week she would return from the gym, and even though it was standard workout gear (i.e. Spandex pants or shorts and a tank top or sports bra), when dressed on her humongous onyx-toned body (she was born in what was then-Zaire) and juxtaposed against her senior face, it was such a sight to behold, almost risqué. She was a sweet, elderly woman from the neck up - though she had stern, weathered facial features, it was clear from her eyes that she was (and still is) an African beauty. From her shoulders down she was an enforcer. Yolanda's intimidation factor wasn't exactly alleviated compared to Joe's slight body. Sure he was in good shape and exercised regularly, but he was just 5'8" and weighed 140 lbs soaking wet. For him it was unsettling whenever he saw Yolanda, considering the multiple layers of power she wielded over him, notably the financial and physical aspect of control. She had always been fair and patient with him, yet the fact that he was indebted to a woman twice his size living 10 feet from his door practically made her a tyrant in his mind. Every time he came and left he worried about crossing paths with her, and when he did, he hoped it would be empty-handed so she didn't question his purchases considering he owed her money. Outside of how awkward she made him feel, Yolanda had been a perfectly accommodating landlord. However based on the most recent texts he could tell she was starting to lose her patience with him. The problem for Joe was that he simply did not make enough at his current job and this would not change anytime soon. "There are options if you have an open mind." This was the text Joe received from Yolanda when he finally decided to come clean that he would be not be able to make the full monthly payment for the foreseeable future. Joe was perplexed but pleased to know that she would at least work with him to avoid eviction notices and the like. Joe sent a text back: "I am pretty much willing to entertain anything." Yolanda responded: "Ok good. I have a proposal for you. Needs to be kept a secret so before I give you any details you would have to sign a non-disclosure agreement." The mystery deepened. What could this possibly entail, Joe wondered? I guess it wouldn't hurt to hear whatever it is she was offering, but why would it require a non disclosure agreement? Was this an illegal trade of some sort? Possibly drug related? His mind was now racing. Yolanda was such an enigmatic figure but the majority of that stemmed from her physical prowess, juxtaposed against her mature age. Apparently there was also something, largely undiscovered, underneath the surface that made her even more unique and filled with intrigue. "I am willing to listen and to sign that agreement" Joe texted back. They made an arrangement to meet the following evening across the hall at her place. When he arrived Yolanda was ready with the papers. Joe looked over the agreement, which was short and to the point. Basically he would agree to forfeit $10,000 if there was any evidence that he disclosed or discussed the theoretical arrangement to anyone. Considering his embarrassing financial state of affairs that led to this proposal, he had no reason to discuss this with anyone. After reading and re-reading he etched his signature and date to the agreement. "Good. So Joe, I am involved in...I guess you could call it a side project. I produce and appear in videos that I then sell to customers." "What kind of videos?" Joe asked. Yolanda smiled. "They're the type of videos that feature a little small man like you matched up against a big strong woman like me," Yolanda said, flexing one of her massive, rounded biceps for added affect. Joe felt a lump in his throat. Did this mean...no, it couldn't...she was old enough to be his grandma. It didn't matter how big she was - Joe was a man, he played sports, he was in prime physical shape... "You say 'matched up', what do you mean by that? Like we hook up?" Joe sheepishly asked, starting to get queasy about where this was headed. "No honey, I mean matched up, like against each other, in a wrestling encounter. Nothing crazy, like the crap you see on TV. No, this is...a bit more adult in nature. Not necessarily sexual, but emotions do run high," she said with a wink. Again, wrestling a 50-something year old lady seemed absurd, and at the same time considering Yolanda's gigantic frame, frightening. "I...I guess I'm still a little fuzzy Ms. Yolanda. You want me to, like, wrestle you? I guess I don't understand." "Would you like to see an example?" Yolanda asked, fishing out a USB stick from a drawer in the kitchen. Yolanda was already halfway across the kitchen before he could answer so Joe didn't really have a choice in the matter. Yolanda plugged in the USB and with a few clicks had a video queued up on the video player. The opening scene was a string of text: "Amazon Zaire - 6'6" 340 lbs. vs. Derek - 5'10" 180 lbs". The opening shot was a zoomed in shot of Yolanda looking menacingly into the camera. As it panned out it showed her flexing in a pair of neon orange underwear and a black sports bra, both articles struggling to restrain the massive backside and breasts that each was tasked with handling. As she turned around for a back pose the underwear was revealed to be a thong. Joe stirred in his seat, visibly uncomfortable at the sight of his landlady, so old yet so big and powerful, in such minimal clothing. The camera then panned over to Derek (presumably), who looked like he was trying (and failing) to not look intimidated by the towering female mass warming up beside him. He was dressed in similarly skimpy clothing - a pair of fluorescent lime green briefs. He was average looking, younger - early 20s most likely, lean but muscular build. Actually he looked to be in impressive shape, but he was completely dwarfed by Yolanda's gargantuan dimensions. She was a head taller than him, not to mention her salt-and-pepper dreads were pulled up and behind her head with a do-rag making her seem even taller. It was hard to tell if it was at someone's house or someone's gym, but either way there were an ample amount of tumbling mats that they would be wrestling on. The bell rang and the two combatants circled each other, Yolanda stalking around the young man like a game of cat and mouse. She threw her arms out to clinch him and Derek put up his arms to secure the clinch, but her arms were so much longer than his that he could only reach to her biceps, allowing her to grab both hands around his neck, walk him back into the wall, and lift the poor sap off the ground in a choke press. His legs dangled more than a foot off the ground as the grey-haired Amazon squeezed her massive hands around his neck, keeping him pinned to the wall like a vise. Joe was speechless. Here was a grown man in the prime of his life being choked out by a grandmother, albeit one who was twice his size. The juxtapositions were many layered and hard to comprehend in real time. The camera panned closer and veered off to an angle since Yolanda's hulking body was blocking the action. The young male combatant clutched Yolanda's wrists in an effort to pry away her grip but it was useless. She had all the leverage, and likely, a significant strength advantage, based on the size discrepancy. Eventually, after about 20 seconds he began frantically tapping her forearms to signal his defeat. She mercifully released her death grip and watched him crumple to the floor. The score came up on the screen: "Amazon Zaire: 1, Derek: 0." The clip skipped ahead and once again the two foes were face to face. They again clinched and this time the smaller male was able to get his arms inside hers, but she used her overwhelming size and strength to easily march him backwards back into the wall. She smashed one of her hulking quads into his groin, sending him crumpling to the ground. She lifted the poor jobber off the mat and locked him up in a bearhug, swinging him violently from side to side for a few seconds before tossing him to the mat. Yolanda dropped down beside him and wrapped her huge thighs around his head and neck, both of which disappeared completely beneath her meaty legs, which were nearly the same circumference as his torso. Yolanda flexed her biceps and she locked on the scissor hold, while poor Derek's little torso squirmed and legs flailed as a helpless captive. "Is he even trying?" Joe asked, trying not to look at Yolanda because he knew she was looking at him, taking in his bewilderment and increasing dread. "Yes, but look at him. That's the point of these videos. I'm so big and strong that even a completely "capable" [she held up her fingers as air quotes for effect] man has no chance against me." "So what, you basically find little guys to bully around and people pay you for videos of it?" "Well in a lot of cases they find me. People pay good money to feel completely overpowered and helpless and ain't too many women this big walking around and even less willing to both a) indulge them and b) enjoy it. It's a thrill for me, especially at my age, to still be able to wield this type of power." "So what would I need to do? In order for me to make it right as far as my past due balance?" "It's $100 if you agree to be on camera in a mask, $200 without the mask. Right now you are currently $1,060 behind and that doesn't include late fees, so you would basically need to appear in five videos with me. Each one is about a half hour. Basically you tell me your limits and I assess your pain threshold. We agree on safe words. You sign another waiver, and we are good to go." Joe flashed his eyes over to the screen where an exhausted Derek was once again completely beaten and vulnerable, as Yolanda was laying on top of him, pinning his arms above his heads and smothering him with her behemoth breasts. "What do you mean by safe words?" "What you say or do to let me know you done, sweetie. As you can tell I put little boys like you in some very compromising positions, where they can't necessarily tap out and/or let me know they've had enough. If you can't talk, tap; if you can't tap, you say the safe word." Joe re-focused his attention on the screen where Derek was now being sat on by Yolanda, his face completely engulfed by her enormous dark skinned hind cheeks, separated only by the tiny strip of fabric that made up her impossibly small thong. The vanquished foe was bucking his hips and squirming with futility, trying to budge the African giantess even an inch for a gasp of precious air. Another tap. The score flashed on the screen again. 6-0. This was quite the conundrum. Joe had already submitted to the reality that he would have no chance at even being competitive against the large Landlady. She was wiping the floor with a guy that looked slightly bigger and stronger than himself, so regardless of her age, her size advantage would be even more pronounced. Would he even be able to withstand 5 beatings from this super sized grandma? At this point he didn't even consider it a possibility to (literally) save face by wearing a mask - wrestling this brute 10 times...Joe didn't even want to think about all of the pain and humiliation. He glanced at on-screen Derek being mounted by now-perspiring Yolanda, schoolgirl style, knees on either side of his head. She repeatedly plopped her bottom down on his upper chest, sending the air whooshing out of his lungs. She then straightened her legs out in front of her, book-ending either side of his head, and began slapping his face from side to side, his groggy head moving around lacksidasically before once again succumbing. 7-0 Joe tried to buy some more time. "So do you make good money doing this?" "Let's just say I have a nice real estate portfolio, and my collections process is its own investment that also helps fund it." This was genius and potentially diabolical. If she wanted or needed to, Yolanda could select rental candidates that she knew couldn't afford her properties. She would then let them continue living there as long as they agreed to appear on film getting crushed by a woman twice their size and twice their age (Joe couldn't decide which of these was worse). He couldn't understand what the appeal was to any of this, aside from Yolanda's financial interest. Were there actually guys out there that were into this sort of thing? Joe was only considering this because if he didn't, his credit score would be devastated and he could wind out on the street. Essentially he was selling his body for what amounted to sexual punishment and humiliation, and he did not get to see any of the profits. And about that humiliation - he was going to be on camera getting assaulted by a grandmother, against his will. For her size and age, Yolanda was not most men's idea of beauty and for Joe it was no different. Would he be able to stomach being a sexual squish toy for a woman he had zero attraction to? Imagine if any of his friends or family saw this. His social life would be left in shambles. He would always be The Guy That Got Beat Up By A Grandma. "Where do these videos appear? How many people have access?" "I sell them on the dark web. Sometimes I broadcast them live if there is a demand. Basically anyone with BitCoin and an internet connection can access them. But obviously this is a niche market." Obviously, Joe thought to himself, as he looked over and saw poor Derek's lifeless body being paraded around the ring in a rack of torture. The bell rang several times to indicate that the destruction was finally over. The final score flashed across the screen: "Amazon Zaire: 13 - Derek: 0" Yolanda tossed Derek onto the mat and rolled him onto his back with her foot, face up. She placed one foot on his groin and struck a double biceps pose: "If any of you weaklings are brave enough to wrestle, contact me at" and then it lists her cryptic dark web email address. Joe had already been doing the pro's and con's analysis in his head, and despite all of the potential risks, he still came to the conclusion that it was unavoidable - he had been painted into a corner and had to make things whole with Yolanda, or else face the prospect of eviction, moving back in with his parents, etc. "Alright Ms. Yolanda - I will do this." Yolanda smiled and slid the non-disclosure agreement across the table to him with a pen. "That's a good boy," she responded in an infantilizing tone. "How does tomorrow night sound?" Joe pondered. Shit - tomorrow night was date night with his girlfriend Katie. "I'm actually supposed to take my girlfriend out." Yolanda raised an eye brow and put her hands on her hips. Joe thought of the implication. "On second thought I guess I can take her out another night." Tomorrow night it was. He now had to figure out an alibi to account for the time that will now be spent getting (wo)manhandled by the Landlady, Amazon Zaire.