Tamara, Part One
by Dominated; Email me at domin8ted@hotmail.com


Okay, here's the disclaimer.  If you don't like stories about 
women and girls humiliating men physically, mentally, and/or 
emotionally, then you probably won't like my stories.  The 
content in my stories is very adult and if you ain't 18, then ya 
shouldn't be reading this.

Many thanks to fellow writers Jack Straw, David Sullivan, 
Hardie, and many others who have inspired me to try my hand at 
this exciting stuff we call "erotic fiction."

	"This is the life," Andy murmured softly as he relaxed in 
a cushioned chair near the edge of the pool.  The sun was 
shining down on his pale skin while a gentle breeze blew across 
his thin frame.  He couldn't remember the last time he had felt 
this relaxed.
	Andy lived only four blocks down the street, but was 
watching after his boss's kid while he and his wife were away in 
Tahiti.  Andy liked his boss, but was always kind of nervous 
around him.  Mr. Irons was as tough as his name and had a short 
temper to go along with it.  Andy was the webpage designer and 
administrator for Mr. Irons supplement company.  The job was 
nearly perfect.  He stayed at home everyday and made sure that 
nothing crashed.  Customer email and sales were forwarded to 
others.  In truth, Andy rarely worked for more than an hour a 
day, but he was paid handsomely.  Andy knew he had a cushy job 
and that's part of the reason he was so nervous around Mr. 
Irons.  He was afraid his volatile boss would fire him for 
pissing him off, so he always walked on eggshells around Mr. 
Irons.
	Andy leaned over and turned on the radio to catch the 
broadcast of the Cubs game when Mr. Irons' fourteen-year-old 
daughter, Tamara, came strutting out the back door.  She stood 
over him, wrapped in a shimmering white robe, and smiled down at 
him, then winked.  She untied the robe and let it fall to her 
feet, never taking her gaze from Andy's eyes.  She watched as 
his eyes slowly looked downward, and his jaw dropped.  With a 
hearty, feminine laugh, Tamara sat down beside Andy.
	"Andy, would you help me rub lotion on my hard to reaches 
spots?" she said as she turned her back to him and pulled her 
long blonde hair over her shoulder while she held a bottle of 
suntan lotion out for him to take.
	Andy was still sitting back in his chair staring at Tamara 
with his mouth hanging open.  Andy had only seen fleeting 
glimpses of Tamara on the handful of occasions that he had come 
by the Irons place, but he had never seen this.
	Her back was as broad as a garage door and was covered 
with layer upon layer upon layer of thick, bulging muscle.  Her 
back sloped down into a firm, tiny waist that flared out into 
two hard, buttocks that resembled two basketballs pressed 
together and were separated by a light green thong bikini.  As 
his eyes returned up her backside, he saw her back supported 
shoulders that were at least three feet across and ended with 
cannonball-sized deltoids.
	Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a girlish 
giggle.  He looked into Tamara's eyes and saw great 
amusement...and something else.
	"Is there something wrong, Andy?"
	"Ummm....no,I...uh..." Andy stammered.
	Tamara smiled, stood, and turned to face Andy.  "I guess 
you've never seen my body before, huh?"
	Andy's mouth still hung open as her looked back at her.
	"Well, how about I give you a little show?" Tamara brought 
her arms up and flexed, revealing upper arms that grew to an 
unbelievable size.  She unbent her arms, and flexed several more 
times, then held it after her muscles had gotten a bit more 
pumped.  The massive, roped lower arms and her gargantuan upper 
arms now swelled to even greater proportions as dozens upon 
dozens of thick veins popped out boldly against her deeply 
tanned skin.
	Tamara glanced at Andy and it was clear that he was not 
yet ready for speech, so she continued.  "I measured these 
things a few months ago and they were just a bit over 24" 
around, but that was a cold measurement.  I don't know how big 
they are now or when they are fully pumped, but I'd like to add 
more size to them."  Tamara paused and smiled.  "What do you 
think?" She continued to flex and unflex for the mesmerized 
older man.
	After a few moments, Andy spoke in a near whisper.  "Hah-
how long have you been training?"
	"Well, I've always been athletic.  I started several 
sports when I was six, but by the time I was ten I was five foot 
six. I had grown too tall to play with the other girls...and the 
boys wouldn't play with me, so I took up bodybuilding."
	"How t-tall are you now?" Andy asked as he pulled a towel 
over his arms and chest, suddenly feeling a bit small and 
insignificant.
	"I've grown two more inches since then, but I've added 
well over one hundred pounds of muscle," she nodded downward and 
thrust out her bosom, "and quite a bit that isn't muscle."
	She was right.  Her enormous breasts, glistening in the 
summer sun, seemed barely held in check by a thin, light green 
bikini top that appeared to have been made for someone a third 
of her size.  Andy could almost hear the fabric tearing as her 
large nipples pressed prominently against the over-taxed 
material.
	As Tamara's chest rose and fell with each breath, Andy 
watched as thick washboard abs, veins streaking through the 
peaks and valleys, rippled with unrelenting power.  Stretched 
across her hips and between her impossible thighs, was her light 
green bikini bottom that, while not taxed as was her top, was 
still challenged to cover what it was supposed to.  Tamara would 
be arrested for public indecency if she wore this to the beach.
	Noticing Andy looking at her legs, Tamara stood on her tip 
toes and flexed as cords of muscle nearly burst through her 
skin, the vascularity of the rest of her body was repeated here 
as veins ran from behind her briefs all the way to her toes.
	"Thirty-two inches."
	"Wha?"
	"My thighs.  They're thirty-two inches cold.  At least 
they were the last time I checked."
	Tamara noticed that Andy was now pulling the towel over 
his lap and she giggled quietly.
	"Now how about that lotion?"
	"Hmmm?  Oh, okay."  Andy said as Tamara sat back down next 
to him and, once again, pulled her hair across her massive 
shoulders.
	Andy rubbed the lotion across her back and silently 
wondered how many bottles of lotion it would take to cover such 
an enormous body.  Covering her whole back took a few minutes 
and, during that time, Andy would occasionally test Tamara's 
firm flesh by pressing hard against it...but there was no give.  
The muscle seemed to be an impervious armor.
	"Okay.  Your back's done.  Need anymore help?"
	"Nah, I can get the rest.  But that was nice.  You have 
gentle hands."  She smile with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
	She walked over and sat down on the chair next to Andy and 
covered the rest of her muscular frame with suntan lotion as 
Andy tried to watch her out of the corner of his eyes.
	In a short while she was done and she stretched-out like a 
kitten before she leaned back on her chair.

	Andy must have dozed off in the warm, comforting sun 
because he was suddenly awakened by some gentle nudging on his 
arm.
	"Huh?!"
	"Gee, Andy, your arms sure are soft," Tamara said as she 
studied his thin, pale arms.  "I just wanted to see if you 
wanted to swim with me."
	Andy was a bit flustered by the remark about his arms and 
frowned at Tamara as he said, "Okay."
	As he stood up, he found his entire body, from the 
shoulders down, blanketed by Tamara's massive shadow.  He was 
just under six feet tall, so he could at least see over her 
head, but he was still amazed that this young girl, who was 
barely a teenager, was about four or five times as wide around 
as he was.
	Frustration quickly changed to embarrassment so Andy 
quickly jumped in the deep end of the pool to hide the shame of 
his body.  As he came came back to the water's surface he heard 
a girl's voice yell "Bombs away" just before he looked up and 
saw a massive form cannonball into the pool beside him and he 
was suddenly overcome by a chlorine tidal wave and was knocked 
underwater.
	After a few seconds, Andy resurfaced, coughing up pool 
water.  When he had caught his breath, he turned around to see 
Tamara grinning from ear to ear.  Angry from all the water in 
his eyes and throat, Andy put his hands together and splashed at 
Tamara.  She turned her head and covered her face with a massive 
arm to block the water, then turned to see Andy sulking as he 
strode towards the shallow end to exit the pool.  Tamara, 
hopping up and down with amusement, quietly followed him and 
yanked his little Speedos off his slender body and laughed.  
Andy turned with rage in his eyes and went after Tamara, but she 
simply propelled herself out of reach with powerful strokes from 
her massive shoulders.
	Andy was about to scream.  He was completely naked, 
covered only by the water, and there wasn't a towel or any other 
clothes in sight.
	"How old are you, Andy?"
	"Twenty-eight!  Why?"
	"I was just wonderin' because you are just so pale, and 
thin, and soft, and weak, and....well, you've got the smallest 
little dingus I've ever seen and I used to babysit some pretty 
young boys."
	"Shut-up," he shouted as he raced from the pool and 
streaked across the patio to the back door, only to find it 
locked.  Naked, humiliated, and angry, Andy put his hands on his 
forehead in an attempt to get a hold on his emotions.
	"Are you sure you're a male, Andy?  I mean, have you ever 
seen a doctor about that?"  Tamara said as she strode towards 
him across the patio and pointed at his crotch, an amused little 
smile on her face.
	"Shut-up, you stupid bitch!" Andy screamed in rage.
	Suddenly, the smile left Tamara's face and she quickly 
strode towards Andy with purpose in her step.

To be continued...