Aisha, a tall and dominant woman, has moved in with Joseph, a man she plans to dominate and "help" overcome his anorexia. She's taken over his kitchen and fridge, imposing a strict diet plan on him. Aisha is physically imposing, standing at 8'9" and weighing 950 lbs, and she radiates dominance. She's made it clear that she seeks submission, not intimacy, and plans to rule Joseph's life as a Domina. Despite his reservations, Joseph has agreed to this arrangement, hoping that Aisha can help him overcome his mental disorder. As the days turn into weeks, Aisha's influence over Joseph's life grows, and she begins to push him physically and mentally, often humiliating him in the process.

Chapter 1: Introduction

Aisha's nickname was the "behemoth."

She was a colossal woman, towering at 8'9" and weighing an impressive 950 lbs. Her presence was commanding, and her voice boomed like thunder. She had a reputation for being formidable, both in and out of the bedroom. Joseph had heard the whispers and rumors, but nothing could have prepared him for the raw, visceral power that radiated from her when they stood face to face in his stark, minimalist apartment.

She had moved into his home with a force that left no room for debate. The spartan, cold lines of his living space were now punctuated by her imposing figure.

Aisha had taken over the kitchen, her massive frame dwarfing the countertops as she laid out her dietary regimen for him. She had a collection of medical equipment, mirrors, and weights scattered around the open-plan space, reflecting her obsession with control and discipline.

Joseph watched her from the doorway, his heart pounding. He was struggling with anorexia, and despite his reservations, he hoped that her strict regime could help him overcome his mental disorder. Her dominance was intimidating, yet exhilarating.

Aisha turned to him, her eyes razor-sharp and penetrating.

"You ready to start your new life, Joseph? Or do I need to make you ready?"

Joseph's pulse quickened, both with fear and anticipation. He swallowed hard, his throat feeling drier than the Sahara. "Yes, Ma'am," he managed to mutter.

Aisha's lips curled into a satisfied smile. She walked towards him, her massive steps shaking the floor. She was a force to be reckoned with, and Joseph felt like a small animal caught in her gaze.

She reached out, her enormous hand placing firmly on his shoulder.

The weight of her touch was enough to make him wince. "Let's start with your diet," she said, her voice a low rumble. "I've prepared a meal plan. No more skimping for you."

Joseph nodded, his eyes darting to the counter filled with pots, pans, and various cooking utensils. "Yes, Ma'am."

Aisha chuckled, a sound that resonated deep in her chest. "Good boy. Now, let's discuss your new routine." She sat down at the dining table, the wooden chair creaking under her massive weight. "You'll have one small meal a day. No meat! No protein for you!" Aisha said as she devoured a whole texas steak in two bites . "You'll learn to enjoy your greens. Now, strip."

Joseph gulped, feeling his stomach lurch. "But, I…"

Aisha's eyes narrowed, her voice dropping to a low growl. "Did I fucking stutter, boy?"

Joseph quickly moved to comply, his hands trembling as he slid off his shirt, then his pants. He was left in just his boxers, feeling exposed and vulnerable under her penetrating gaze.

Aisha grunted, her eyes raking over him.

"Boxers off, too."

Joseph's face flushed, but he did as he was told. He slipped off his boxers, standing naked and shivering in front of her.

Aisha's lips curled into a hungry smirk. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his cock with a grip that was both firm and surprisingly gentle. Joseph gasped, his body tensing at her touch.

"You're a good boy," she murmured, stroking him slowly. "Now, let's see what you're working with."

She tugged him closer, her other hand cupping his balls.

Aisha knew that her ass and FUPA were too fat for Joseph to ever be able to fuck her properly. She was after his money and would not mind killing his parents in the process

"Get on your knees, boy," Aisha commanded, her voice a low growl as she released his cock. Joseph complied, his breath coming in short gasps as he sank to his knees in front of her. His heart was pounding in his chest, a mix of fear and anticipation churning in his stomach.

Aisha spread her massive thighs, revealing the dark, damp fabric of her panties. Even through the material, Joseph could see the outline of her pussy, already glistening with her arousal. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what she wanted him to do.

Aisha didn't give him a chance to overthink. She gripped his hair with one hand and forced him forward until his face was pressed against her crotch.

"Smell me, boy," she growled. "Get a good whiff of your mistress's pussy."

Joseph inhaled deeply, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. It was a heady, intoxicating mix of sweet and musky, and it sent a shock of desire straight to his cock. He felt it twitch in response, growing harder against his stomach.