TV Tussle #3:  Toppled by Topanga
by BeegBoy
Boy Meets World, but Cory confronts a reality Mr. Feeny never prepared him for!!

The two young men struggled as they slowly maneuvered the packed
footlocker up the dormitory stairwell, using virtually all of
their combined strength to carry it as opposed to dragging it up
step by step.
"What the hell did she do, pack her entire room in here?", Shawn
grunted as he fought gravity's determined effort to return the
heavy footlocker to the ground.
"Who knows", Cory snorted, "it's probably loaded with shoes and
handbags and makeup and God knows what else!"

Gasping for breath, they finally arrived at the third floor
landing and slowly carried the footlocker towards Topanga's dorm
room.  The distance from the stairwell to her doorway was only
about seventy five feet, but Shawn and Cory nonetheless needed to
put the footlocker down and rest twice before reaching her room. 
Their last few steps were more of a tumble forward as they almost
lost their balance and rammed the footlocker up against the door
frame of her room.  

"Reach around and grab this handle, Cory", Shawn gasped, "I've
gotta run, I'm not finished with registration yet."
"What?!", Cory exclaimed as he extended his arm and grabbed the
other end of the footlocker, "you can't leave me like this, the
damned thing weighs a ton!!"
"Sorry pal", Shawn shrugged as he released his hold and stepped
back, "I've gotta get the classes I need".  Shawn turned swiftly
away and vanished down the stairwell.

With one side wedged against the door frame, Cory managed, just
barely, to hold the footlocker up off the floor by leaning into
it and using all his strength to keep it aloft.  Even so, he felt
the heavy container slowly begin to go south despite his efforts
to prevent it from doing so.  As his knees began to buckle Cory
kicked Topanga's door with his foot, desperately hoping she was
inside and would open the door so he simply could fall forward
and deposit the footlocker in her room, thus completing the
"delivery".

As he waited for seemed like an eternity, Cory's legs continued
to slowly bend under the relentless force of gravity on the huge,
heavy footlocker.  He was practically in a kneeling position when
the door finally opened and Topanga appeared.  She was speaking
on the phone (big surprise) and smiled sweetly at Cory when she
saw it was him.  Cory suddenly realized he didn't know how to
proceed.  The weight of the footlocker continued to pull him
down, but this was slowed significantly by the friction between
it and the door frame.  If he pulled the footlocker away from the
frame the weight would force him down even faster, and lifting it
up again, without Shawn's help, was out of the question.
As Cory pondered his situation, the solution presented itself in
a most unexpected and unbelievable fashion.  As she spoke
casually on the phone, which she held in her left hand, Topanga
slid her right forearm around the bottom of the footlocker and
wrapped her fingers around the outside edge.  She gripped the
footlocker tightly, smiled at Cory and blew him a kiss as she
said, "Thanks babe, I've got it".

The weight Cory had been struggling with, and slowly losing to,
was abruptly gone as Topanga easily lifted the footlocker out of
his hands using just her one arm.  She turned sideways and with
no apparent effort or strain carried it through the door and into
her room.  Cory watched his petite girlfriend in total disbelief,
his eyes and mouth competing to see which body part could make a
larger, wider circle of shock.  His amazement increased when she
didn't put the footlocker down, but continued to support the
weight with her single arm as she spoke on the phone.  Her right
arm swelled with a very solid but feminine biceps, one that was
dwarfed by his own larger muscles, yet she was demonstrating a
degree of strength that she couldn't possibly possess.

Unable to accept, much less comprehend, the reality of what he
was seeing, Cory swiftly stepped forward and grasped the handles
of the footlocker.
"Topanga, don't.....don't strain yourself", he protested as he
pulled the large container away from her.  With an amused grin,
she released her hold on it and let him take the weight off her
arm.  Cory immediately began to stagger around the room as he
vainly tried to manage the weight of it without success.  His
arms failed him and his legs buckled as he was pulled down to the
floor, where the footlocker landed with aloud, solid thump.  He
gritted his teeth and braced himself, attempting again and again
to lift it, but the chest remained firmly set in place as if it
was bolted down.

"No way!", Cory stammered as he looked up at Topanga with a
stunned expression, "No way could you actually have carried this
into the room!  What's going on, what's this all about?"
Topanga sighed and looked down at her bewildered boyfriend with
an expression that seemed to combine amusement, sympathy and just
a hint of disdain.
"I'll call you back later", she said into the phone, "I have to
educate my boyfriend right now". 
She hung up the phone and slowly walked over to Cory with her
arms crossed over her chest.  Her long, brown hair cascaded over
her shoulders in soft, gentle waves.  Her pretty eyes sparkled
and her full, sensuous lips were set in a slight, smiling pout.
The light, cap sleeved blouse she was wearing dramatically offset
her soft, deeply toned skin.  She gazed down at Cory and he
realized, even in this moment of embarrassment, why exactly he
was so very much in love with her, why she figuratively, and at
the moment literally, had him down on his knees before her.
"Stop kidding around, Cory......", Topanga began, but paused when
she realized his shocked, exasperated expression was genuine,
"....my God....are you serious?  Is that footlocker really too
heavy for you to lift?"
Cory responded with actions instead of words as he gripped the
handles and braced himself yet again and made a final, valiant
effort to pick the trunk up off the floor.  He managed to raise
it five or six inches at best before the weight of it pulled him
back down.  He puffed for air as he surrendered the losing
contest with gravity and looked up sheepishly at her, his mind
still trying to find a rational explanation for her ability to
handle a weight that was much too heavy for him.

Topanga quietly stepped forward, kneeled down, and placed her
small, soft hands under the handles of the footlocker.  She
didn't actually grip the handles, but simply placed her open,
extended fingers flush against their underside.  Keeping her eyes
locked with Cory's, she slowly stood up and pulled the huge chest
up with her; her firm, thick arms extended downward.  As she
straightened up she bent her arms at the elbows, causing the
small biceps in them to bulge as she pulled the footlocker up to
her chest and held it in that position with no obvious signs of
strain or difficulty.  Cory's mouth fell open even further at the
astounding, impossible thing he'd just witnessed, and even
Topanga seemed genuinely surprised at the situation.

"How....how....can..you be doing that?!" Cory demanded of her,
"Is there some trick of balance involved or your lower center of
gravity?" he pleaded, desperate for an explanation.  "I mean,
there has to be some logical reason for this, Topanga, you can't
be stronger than I am, that's just not possible!"
"Oh, no, Cory, no....I'm stronger than you, but even I didn't
think I was this much stronger!" she responded in a genuinely
surprised voice, "I mean.....are you really that weak?  I thought
you were teasing me at first, but, well.....this was really too
heavy for you?"  She motioned her head toward the footlocker she
continued to hold before her as casually as if she was holding a
pillow.

"You...you said that as if you're serious, what the hell are you
talking about, Topanga?", Cory protested, " what makes you think
you're anywhere near as strong as me, much less stronger?" 
"I don't think I'm stronger, I know I am.  I just didn't think I
was that much stronger than you, or maybe I should say I didn't
think you were that much weaker than me!"
"That's crazy, totally crazy!" he exclaimed as he rolled up his
sleeve and flexed his large, hard biceps, "my muscles are three
times the size of yours!"
"Oh Cory, Cory....", Topanga giggled, "size is nothing.  Size is
as overrated and inaccurate a measure of strength as testosterone
levels and all that other macho crap!"
"This is incredible!" Cory sneered, "You sound like you actually
believe what you're saying!"

Still smiling, Topanga slid her left arm under the footlocker's
bottom and centered her forearm underneath it with her fingers
wrapped around the bottom front edge so that she was holding it
in the same manner she had earlier; except that now her left arm
supported the weight as opposed to her right.  She lowered the
trunk slightly and placed her right arm atop it so her upper arm
was laying flat on wooden surface of the top.  She bent her arm
at the elbow, extending her forearm up and angled slightly in
Cory's direction with her hand palm open in a standard challenge  
position.
"OK, Cory, why don't you prove to me just how strong you are!"
she teased, "But be careful, you may just find out how strong I
am......or how strong you aren't!"
"Armwrestle?" the stunned boy gasped, "You're challenging me to
armwrestle?  Are you insane, Topanga, I'll break your arm!"
"If you're really worried about that you can just go easy on me",
she purred, "but I don't really think that's what you're afraid
of, is it?"

Goaded on by her teasing nature, Cory stepped forward, placed his
elbow on the footlocker, and locked his large right hand with
Topanga's small, soft one.  He applied a slight pressure in his
grip and was amazed when her only reaction was an amused smile. 
He squeezed harder, seeking to cause her some degree of pain or
discomfort without actually hurting her, but his increased level
of force merely resulted in her beginning to giggle.  She winked
at him and gave his hand what she considered a quick, gentle
squeeze back, causing the taller, larger boy to winch in pain and
emit a small yelp.  Her eyes widened is response.
"You mean that actually hurt, Cory?" she tittered, "I guess it's
just my lower center of gravity!"

There was a brief period of awkward silence as the two combatants
stood face to face with their right hands tightly clasped over
the top of the footlocker.  Cory towered a nearly foot over
Topanga and his forearm was thicker than her upper arm, yet he
nonetheless hesitated to begin the contest.  He'd of been much
more confident if they were sitting at a table or lying on the
floor, but realizing she was easily supporting the heavy surface
they were about to compete on with her other arm unnerved him
considerably.  Still, he had accepted her challenge and come this
far, so there was no backing out now.   For her part, Topanga
merely used the time to smile and gaze at Cory quietly; her full
lips half smiling and half pouting while her large, sexy eyes
broadcast a mixture of mild surprise, amused disbelief and demure
confidence.  It was she who finally ended the quiet standoff.

"Well, Mr. Matthews", she whispered huskily, "do you want to
count it down or shall I?"
"Huh? Uh....uh, oh...go ahead, you call it", he replied as his
trance was broken by her voice, though he still was unable to
take his eyes off hers, "ladies' choice!" he added with a weak
laugh.

Topanga set her shoulders squarely and slightly adjusted the arm
holding the footlocker.  Then she licked her lips in anticipation
and sighed, "Three......two........one.........GO!"
They didn't go at it full throttle at first, but each of them
held back for different reasons.  Though shaken by Topanga's
demonstration of physical power, Cory was still convinced there
had to be a rational explanation and that he could still easily
beat her in this direct test of strength.  He proceeded slowly,
determined to win but not by wrenching her arm with a sudden
burst of force, which he feared would hurt her, but by wearing
her down with a gradually increasing application of his superior
strength against hers.  Topanga just wanted to test the waters
and see how much her fiancee had to offer.  She had no doubt
whatsoever she could take him, she simply wondered how long he'd
be able to resist her once she really began trying.

As Cory began to increase the power level he was exerting against
Topanga's arm he managed to maintain a calm, neutral expression
on his face despite his genuine surprise at how successfully she  
resisted his initial attempt to pin her.  He had thought of the
shapely, rubenesque girl before him in a thousand different ways
in a thousand different fantasies, but the thought of her being
so incredibly powerful had never crossed his mind.  Topanga's
long, soft, wavy hair; her soft, firm skin, her plump, sensuous
lips, and her comely shape with curves in all the right places
suggested countless things to Cory; but physical strength simply
wasn't among them.  

Topanga, like Cory, maintained a calm demeanor even though she
was also taken by surprise at how easily she found it to fend off
her much larger boyfriend.  She was quite confident that she was
stronger than him, but could barely believe how much stronger she
appeared to be.  Was she truly that strong or was Cory unusually
weak?  Or were all males actually that weak?  She felt him begin
to increase the force he was applying to the contest and matched
him with nary a hint of strain on her part.  Still unable to move
her arm away from the starting position, Cory continued to raise
the level of his power output with no visible change in their
mutual positions.  As he continued to struggle against her and
gaze upon her at the same time, Cory made an unsettling pair of
observations; one which distracted him and one which discouraged
him.  

Cory was distracted by the sight of Topanga's full, round breasts
resting atop the footlocker she was holding, and was discouraged
by what he beheld while viewing her arms.  Her left arm, the one
supporting the footlocker, was displaying a solid, but feminine,
biceps that was noticeably prominent.  But her right arm, the arm
he was testing his strength against, showed only the slightest
hint of a bulge.  He was impressed with her formidable strength,
her level of power had truly surprised him; but now he confronted
the disquieting realization that she'd only been using a small
fraction of that total strength to resist him.  Before noticing
this, Cory had believed she'd been pushing herself to the limit
to hold him to a standoff, and that his next increase in force
would easily overpower her arm and pin it down.  But now he
wondered how much strength she still had in reserve, and how much
longer she could hold out against him; and for the first time a
thought crossed his mind that he wouldn't even have considered
twenty minutes ago:  what if she won?  What if she actually won?!

The hypothetical question he'd just asked himself became less of
an abstract and much more of a concrete possibility when Cory
increased his pressure against her several notches and still
failed to move her arm to any discernable degree.  In fact, his
efforts caused virtually no physical change in Topanga's manner
or position at all.  He glanced at her right biceps and for a
second it seemed to him the bulge had increased slightly, but
only very slightly; the truth was he couldn't be sure because
even if there had been a change in the size of her muscle the
increase had hardly been noticeable.  He bent his head forward
and put forth a quick surge of force as beads of sweat appeared
on his forehead; his earlier decision not to hurt her with a
fast, wrenching display of power all but forgotten.  His
desperate attempt gained him just over an inch in movement, but
the petite, smiling girl reclaimed it by forcing his arm back
just as quickly.

"Please don't tell me that was your best shot, Cory", Topanga
said in a voice mixed with wonder, concern, and disappointment,
"you must have more fight in you than that, Cory, you must!  I
can't believe that's the best you can do, you can't truly be that
weak, can you?"
"I'll, I'll do better, you'll see", Cory gasped as he brushed his
left hand over his brow to wipe away the perspiration, "no way is
a puny, little chick like you gonna beat me!"  He tried to sound
cocky and confident, but his voice lacked the conviction.  Beyond
that, he had chosen his words poorly; whatever sympathy Topanga
might have held for the struggling boy vaporized when he uttered
the words "puny little chick" in reference to her.  Mr. Matthews
needed a lesson in girl power and humility, she decided, as she
decided to begin the class right now.

Cory uttered a low, guttural grunt as he felt Topanga brace
herself and reaffirm her position.  He hadn't really been able to
move her arm before, but he'd sensed a certain amount of "give",
like one feels when trying to bend a thick branch on a tree.  But
suddenly, even that mild "give" was gone, and he now felt as if
he was pushing against the arm of a bronze statue.  A quick look
at Topanga's face told him she had upped the ante in their little
athletic competition, and that the frightened reaction she saw in
his face was exactly what she had hoped for.  She shook her head
gently from side to side, causing her long hair to waver in the
air briefly; she remained calm and relaxed and her arm remained
absolutely unmovable.  She grinned at the big droplets of sweat
dancing down Cory's reddened face as he wiped his brow again.
"I'll glad I'm staying so dry", she teased, "I don't know what
I'd do if my forehead was that wet, as you can see, both of my
arms are occupied at the moment!"  

Finally accepting the fact that he couldn't possibly force her
arm down, Cory devised an alternate plan of attack.  He rested
his left hand flat on top of the footlocker and began expending
force downwards on the surface.  As he did this he continued to
push his right arm against hers in the armwrestling contest, but
he also started to push downwards with that arm as well, using
his elbow as best he could to deliver the pressure.  Cory was
pleased with his new strategy; no matter how strong Topanga was,
surely she couldn't stand against his strength when it was
applied against her from two different directions.  He once more
called up his reserve energy and put forth an increased amount of
force against her and waited for his new maneuver to have the
expected effect on her; he waited, and waited...and...waited, but
to his dismay, nothing happened.  Topanga's smile widened and her
eyes lit up as she looked at Cory and said, "Sorry babe, that
isn't gonna work, what else ya got?" as she casually readjusted 
her left arm to balance the footlocker.  Then she leaned her head
forward and gently kissed his nose.

Cory's mouth fell open in utter devastation as her words sank in
and he understood that his latest effort wasn't going to work. 
He was drained, both mentally and physically, his strength all
but gone, and she hadn't even broken a sweat.  Slowly, Topanga
began to force Cory's arm down by applying what seemed to her an
almost negligible increase in effort against him.  At first she
had considered taking him down quickly, but then decided a slow,
gradual pinning of his arm would be more fun and satisfying for
her.  Besides, she mused, it would also eliminate any vestiges in
Cory's mind of his so called "masculine superiority" and firmly
establish the new parameters of their future relationship.  Cory
tried his best to fend her off but Topanga's progress against him
continued in a slow, relentless fashion.  He couldn't stop her
and he certainly couldn't move her arm back; in fact he couldn't
even slow her down.  She smiled brightly at her frustrated
boyfriend as, little by little, she moved his hand closer and
closer to the top of the footlocker she was holding.

"NO, NO!" Cory pleased as he arm inched towards an inevitable
defeat, "this can't be happening, it's impossible!  How have you
managed this?  Have you been working out with weight?"
"No Cory, no working out", she replied sweetly, cocking her head
to the side, "what you're seeing and feeling is 100% natural
female power.  I don't work out with weights at all, but maybe
you should start!"
Topanga finished speaking just as she firmly pressed his hand
against the wood surface of the footlocker, where she continued
to hold it set in place.  Dejected, Cory attempted to pull away
but she refused to release his hand and instead began walking
towards him while still holding the footlocker aloft between
them.

Cory half pulled and half backed away from the victorious girl as
she pushed him along the path she had selected until he came up
against the chair by her desk.  His rear calves hit the seat of
the chair and it began to roll backwards on its wheels.  The
chair halted abruptly when it struck the desk and Cory halted
just as abruptly despite the fact that Topanga was still pushing
against him with the footlocker.  Cory toppled back into the
chair which was exactly what she had wanted.  The chair was a
fairly fancy, computer desk type; deep and well cushioned with
fabric covered seat and armrests.  As Cory was forced down into a
sitting position, Topanga placed the heavy footlocker down on the
chair's armrests and stepped away. 

Cory was trapped in the chair.  He could move his arms but the
heavy footlocker, which he could barely lift a few inches anyway,
was completely impossible to lift from the sitting position he
was in.  Likewise, the rough surface of the locker's underside
refused to slide across the fabric covered armrests on the chair. 
So there he was; he couldn't lift the footlocker off him or even
push it off him.  Topanga crossed her strong arms over her chest
and laughed heartily as she watched him squirm like a trapped
puppy.  She raised her arms and flexed them for him, displaying
those small, firm, feminine biceps that had proven to be so
unbelievably strong.  Then, she started to undress for him.
Cory watched in helpless frustration as Topanga slowly performed
a strip tease just beyond his reach.  She started dancing in
place where she stood while slowly unbuttoning the cap sleeved
blouse she was wearing, then let it slide down her shoulders and
arms to the floor.  Next she shimmied out of her short, tight
skirt and began sliding her pantyhose down her smooth, firm,
sensational legs, all the while shaking her head slowly from side
to side to keep her long, silky hair in constant motion.  Cory
strained forward as far as he could in the chair with his arms
extended, but she always remained just beyond his reach as she
teased him for being unable to escape from the chair she'd so
craftily imprisoned him in.  When she got down to her bra and
panties, Topanga removed a towel from the drawer and slung it
over her shoulder.  She walked behind her trapped boyfriend to
the closet, where she removed the last of her garments and donned
a terry cloth robe while he craned his neck furiously to get the
best look possible.  The afternoon's events may have made him
question some aspects of his manhood, but his libido definitely
wasn't one of them!  

"All this exertion has just worn me out!" she teased as she
walked towards the door of her room, "so I'm just gonna step down
the hall and take a quick shower, don't you go away now!"
"Come on, Topanga, don't leave me like this.......", Cory's voice
trailed off in mid sentence as she exited and closed the door
behind her, ignoring his pleas and protests.  "Topanga!" he cried
out once more, but there was no answer.  He was left alone and
pinned in the chair to reflect on how his entire life had been
turned upside down in less than half an hour.  He thought of the
old slogan "Everything You Know Is Wrong" and decided it fit his
situation perfectly, he was beginning to wonder what else he
didn't know, or if he really knew anything at all.  His revelry
of reflection was broken by a gentle knock at the door.

"Topanga?" he called out, wondering why she would knock on her
own door.  The door opened and Cory didn't know whether to be
relieved or embarrassed when his little sister, Morgan, entered.
He now remembered that she had come along to see the campus while
he and Shawn helped Topanga move into her dormitory room.  
"There you are Cory!" the 12 year old girl said happily, "I kind
of figured I'd find you here."
"What's up kiddo?" he asked her in his best steady voice, hoping
she wouldn't sense anything about the humiliating position he was
in.
"I was wondering if you were ready to go now, or should I catch a
ride home with Shawn?"  Cory searched his brain for an answer,
hoping that Morgan wouldn't sense what was going on, but he was
saved from having to respond by the remnants of Topanga's little
strip tease still strewn around the floor.
"Oh....", Morgan said, as she viewed the clothing, underwear, and
pantyhose on the floor, "I guess I'll catch a ride with Shawn!" 
Her voice containing a smirky "I know what your doing!" tone. 
Before Cory could say anything the door opened again as Topanga
entered wearing her robe with her wet hair wrapped in the towel.
  
"Hi Morgan!" Topanga greeted the small girl cheerfully, "How do
you like the campus?"  Her face dropped when she saw how the
garments on the floor had grabbed the young girl's attention and
she rushed over to scoop them up.
"It's very pretty here", Morgan answered, then added with a mild
snicker, "I can't wait to go to college, I think I'm gonna like
it a lot!  Well, I guess I'll go find Shawn and leave you two
alone.  Will you be home for dinner Cory?"
"Well, I...um...er", the boy stammered for a response, not sure
what his female conqueror had in mind.  His shaky demeanor caused
Morgan to finally notice he hadn't moved from the chair the whole
time.
"Are you OK, Cory?" she queried, "I mean, are you guarding that
stupid footlocker or something?"
"No, it's, uh.......", he began, still stammering.
"Oh, he's just distracted with registration and "other" things!"
Topanga broke in as she stepped behind the chair and tossed the
clothes she'd picked up from the floor onto the bed.  She placed
her hands on his shoulders and began giving him a massage with
her strong, nimble fingers.
"Well, like I said", Morgan started to giggle, "I guess I'll be
going now, should I tell mom you'll call about dinner?"       
"That'll be fine", Topanga answered for him, then added, "Morgan,
before you leave could you do me a favor, please?"
"Sure, Topanga", Morgan replied happily, "what do you need?"
Topanga motioned towards a tall chest of drawers against the far
wall of the room, a chest as tall as Morgan herself.
"Do you think you could put this footlocker up there for me, I'm
just too tired to unpack it now as you can see it's really in the
way."   
"No problem!" Morgan agreed cheerfully.  She stepped forward and
took hold of the footlocker by the handles.  Before Cory could
utter a word of warning or protest his pint sized sister lifted
the trunk effortlessly and started carrying it over to the chest. 
"AaaaahhhhHH!" Cory gasped in disbelief as he saw his little
sister of 12 easily handling the weight he alone couldn't manage,
the weight he and Shawn together had struggled so hard with!  He
instinctively moved to rise and take the locker from her, but
Topanga tightened her grip on his shoulders and held him pinned
firmly in the chair.  Her expression remained calm and pleasant
as she held him in place as easily as she could have held a
kitten.
"Did you say something, Cory?" Morgan asked as she turned back to
look at him with her head cocked quizzically.  He sat in confused
silence as he beheld his sister standing there holding the huge
footlocker up with her firm, youthful arms as if it were nothing
more than a pillow or a stuffed toy.
"Oh, don't mind him", Topanga tittered, "the college experience
is just a bit more overwhelming than he expected, that's all!"

Morgan smiled at Topanga, looked at her dazed, bewildered brother
and shrugged.  She turned away and carried the locker over to the
chest of drawers.  There, as Topanga watched gleefully and Cory
watched with a mixture of shock and fear, little Morgan slid her
hands down to grip the bottom edges of the footlocker.  Emitting
only a low grunt of effort, she boosted the heavy container up
until her arms were extended nearly straight upwards with the
footlocker held above her head, much in the manner a bodybuilder
hoists a barbell.  She stood on tiptoes to maneuver the trunk
over the top of the chest before she put it down so there was no
need to slide it back into place (no need to risk scratching the
furniture).

"Anything else?" Morgan asked, standing there with her arms
akimbo on her waist.
"No, that's it!" Topanga replied, "and I thank you very much!"
As she walked to the door Morgan noticed how Cory's frustrated
glance seemed to go back and forth from her to the footlocker and
back again.
"Don't worry, big brother!" she teased, "It's good and safe up
there, and", she added purely as a joke, "I doubt you could have
lifted it anyway!"
"What!?" Cory exclaimed, his voice trembling in uncertainty,
"What was that!?"
"She's just teasing", Topanga leaned over and whispered in his
ear as she continued massaging his shoulders and holding him
down.  
"Do all guys get weird at that age?" Morgan asked.
"In a word, yes!" Topanga mused, "We helpless little girls can't
even joke about things like being stronger, it's an ego thing!"
"Relax big brother", Morgan joked again, "it'll be at least a
year or two more before I can beat you up!"
As Morgan left the room Cory was gazing at the footlocker atop
the chest, which caused him to miss the furtive, knowing glances
the two girls exchanged as they parted company.  

"Well, Cory my love", Topanga sighed as she stepped around to the
front of the chair, "it looks like it's just the two of us all
alone together!"  She kept her hands on his shoulders but eased
off on the pressure enough to allow him to stand up.   
"How...how", he uttered in a barely audible voice, "she's just a
little girl, not even a teenager yet, how the hell could she be
strong enough to lift that!"
"Oh, forget that stupid thing!" she blurted out as see took a
quick glance at the footlocker, "Let's have a bit of smooching!"
She slid her arms down around his until they reached his elbows,
and then she tightened her grip into a bearhug and lifted Cory
off the ground several inches.
"See Cory, you don't have anything to worry or distract you as
long as you're safely in my arms!" 
"NO!" he protested as he struggled futilely in her stronger arms,
unable to break free of her hold, "Put me down, this is all just
too strange, I don't know where I stand with you anymore!" 

Pouting, Topanga relented and lowered Cory to the ground and
released him.  She still stood between him and the door, though
it seemed unlikely he was going to bolt or attempt to flee from
her.  He wasn't afraid of her, just intimidated and confused by
the afternoon's events.  She briefly turned her back to him as
she put on a clean bra and panties, then closed her robe. 
"This isn't right, Topanga", Cory muttered as he shook his head,
"How can you respect a guy who's weaker than you?  How can I be
weaker than you?  This doesn't make any sense, I've got to be
stronger than you, guys are stronger than girls!!"
"Is that written down in a book somewhere?" she rebuffed him with
mild sarcasm as she turned back towards him, "Is it a law?  Am I
in violation of the femininity statute, or you of the masculinity
statute?!"

"No, but...but", he stammered, "Don't you want me to be strong?"
"Oh, Cory, Cory, I just want you to be you!  I fell in love with
you, not your biceps!  You wanna play strong?  Great, let's play
strong!  If you don't want me lifting you, you can lift me!!"

Topanga swiftly cast off the robe, placed her hands back on his
shoulders and leapt into the air, wrapping her thick, soft but
powerful legs around Cory's arms and chest at the same point
where she had previously applied the bearhug.  Cory resumed
struggling to get free, but if his upper body strength had been
no match for Topanga's arms, what chance did he have against her
awesome legs?  He felt the dense, firm muscles hidden beneath the
layer of soft, smooth skin as it clamped around him tightly and
rendered him helpless; an overpowering, emasculating yet not
altogether unpleasant sensation.  He sensed the sweetness of her
strong, feminine body as her breasts swayed gently just above his
eye level, the flimsy, stretch material of the bra barely
managing to contain their fullness.  Through all of this,
however, Cory's instinct to escape his captivity prevailed.  He
loved Topanga and desired her intensely, but his mind refused to
accept the small, attractive girl as his physical superior.  It
wasn't possible, it just wasn't possible!!

Amused by his persistent, hopeless resistance, Topanga laughed
and tousled his hair with her hands and pulled on his earlobes. 
Then she ripped the towel from her own hair and shook her head
slowly to and fro, gently whipping Cory's face with the soft,
damp strands of her hair.  This last action all but destroyed the
poor boys resolve.  He made a final, valiant effort to push her
powerful legs away from him and failed miserably.  He staggered
around continuing his struggles until his lower legs struck the
bed and he lost his balance.  Together they toppled onto the
mattress, Cory landing flat on his back with Topanga firmly and
dominantly astride him, pinning him inescapably.  She loosened
her legs just enough to allow him to pull his arms free and
grinned as she watched his attempts to push them further apart
and free himself.  She casually grabbed his wrists with her hands
and pinned his arms with a remarkable ease that surprised even
her.  She pushed his hands together and held them down with a
single hand while her free hand reached for the discarded pair of
pantyhose still laying on the bed.  She tied his wrists together
with the hose and looped the other end through the hole in the
top of the bed's headboard, then she pulled them snug and tied
them in place, leaving Cory's arms useless; tied together and
stretched out over his head.  Her conquest was complete, the boy
was beaten, bound, and down!

Topanga sat back to view her captive, resting her butt directly
on his crotch with her legs at his sides.
"Don't fight it anymore, baby", she whispered softly, "just
accept it and let the whole macho thing go!"
"But I don't understand, Topanga", he asked dejectedly, "when did
things change?  When did this all happen?"
"They didn't change, and nothing "happened", it's always been
this way." she responded.
"But I used to be stronger than you!" Cory protested, "I carried
things for you, opened jars for you, and whenever we wrestled for
fun it was me who pinned you; I pinned you, Topanga!"
"No", she sighed, "you weren't stronger, I just let you think you
were because I didn't want to damage your ego."
"Then, why now?" he asked, bewildered and exasperated, "Why dump
this truth on me now?"
"Because things are different now, Cory", she explained, "things
are very different now.  When we were younger I was just your
friend, then we were girlfriend and boyfriend; we were close but
there was still no permanent commitment......but now....."
"Now?" Cory asked.
"Now you're my fiance, now we're engaged to be married and before
we become woman and husband you've got to face and accept the
reality of our relationship; you've got to accept and acknowledge
the fact that I'm stronger than you, much stronger!"
"And.....and you always have been?" Cory croaked lowly.
"Yes, I always have been." she replied truthfully, "But until
today I didn't realize how much stronger I was, even I was amazed
by that."  
"You were amazed?  Didn't you know how much stronger you were?"
"Not until today, Cory.  Like I said, I've always let you win in
the past, so today was the first time I really tested my strength
against you directly without holding back."
"What if I start working out?" Cory asked hopefully, "Maybe it I
really hit the gym and........"
"It won't matter, you'll never catch up to me.  It isn't a matter
of lifting weights or muscle size, Cory, it's just the nature of
things.  I tested your strength today, and I'm pretty certain
that even when I was only 10 or 11 years old I was stronger than
you are now."
"No, that's crazy, not when you were that young!  You couldn't
have been stronger when you were only 10........," Cory's voice
trailed off as he suddenly remembered how easily he'd seen little
12 year old Morgan lift and carry the footlocker, "....my God,
even my little sister Morgan...."
"Is stronger than you." Topanga finished the sentence for him.  

She leaned over and gently kissed Cory on the forehead as she ran
her hands through his hair and caressed his face.  
"But don't worry about it, babe", Topanga whispered tenderly, "I
love you just as you are and I wouldn't change a thing.  Don't
fight it, just accept it and you'll be a lot happier in the long
run, trust me."  She placed her soft, full lips on his neck and
started giving him little love bites.  As she did this the soft
cushion that she was sitting on, his crotch, began to grow firmer
under her.  
"That's it, Cory, just relax and trust me and things will be
fine, you'll see!"

Cory lay back on the bed with a sigh of resignation as Topanga
continued to have her way with him.  He enjoyed the intimate
contact but was frustrated by fact that his hands remained bound
over his head, preventing him from caressing her body.  The
combination of pleasure and humiliation only confused his mind
further; it would take him much more than one night to adjust to
this new way of things.  For the time being, however, he dropped
all resistance and let Topanga have her way with him.  "Let her?"
he thought to himself, did he really believe he had any choice in
the matter, any choice at all?

As he lay there, bound and helpless with the petite powerhouse
that was his future wife pleasuring herself with his body, Cory
wondered what else life had in store for him that Mr. Feeny
hadn't taught him about.