Muscle Girl 
by DanboyII
Donna lifts and carries him

A fantasy written in the first person allows the reader to be transported
into that central role with ease if they so choose.  Hope the readers of the
Lift and Carry Message board like this one.  It^ăs written mainly for them.


Muscle Girl 

I was eleven years old and in sixth grade when the Marcs moved in across the
street.  There was an only child named Donna who was very cute but about
fourteen years old and a freshman in high school.  We did wave to each other
sometimes but we traveled in different circles and had never actually talked.
 Until one warm summer afternoon.

I was sitting on the porch drinking a Pepsi when Donna appeared in the Marc
front yard.  She was dressed in tight red shorts and a short matching red
muscle shirt that stopped a short distance below her small breasts.  Her hair
was close cropped and looked very dark.  The hair went well with a beautiful
even tan on a very athletic looking body.

She kicked off her sneakers and started doing stretching exercises on the
grass.  Then she did a few push ups and suddenly stood and did a perfect
cartwheel across the yard.  It took me by complete surprise because I was
still contemplating the push ups.  I was thinking that I could do push ups
too and wondered if I could do more than Donna.  Hers were in perfect form
which made the thought a bit troubling because I knew that I tended to have a
sway back after the first few.  I had to admit to myself that I was blown
away by the cartwheel.  She did several more cartwheels and then did a
handstand!  Then she walked on her hands for fifteen feet or so across the
yard.  Reluctantly I had to admit that this girl was out of my league.  I
rationalized that she must have a lot of gymnastic training and gave up on
the mental competition game that I was playing.  That was a girls sport
anyway but I was still nearly hypnotized by the show that Donna was putting
on.  

Then two more girls showed up on their bikes.  They were in shorts too and
parked their bikes and joined Donna on the grass.  The girls were about
Donna^ăs size, one on the husky side and the other a little taller but much
more slender.  Suddenly the husky girl put her head between the thin girls
legs and lifted her onto her shoulders.  She marched around and did a little
dance step and then put her down.  Then she lifted Donna and did the same
thing.  When she put Donna down, they talked and suddenly looked across the
street at me.  I didn^ăt know what to do so I just sat.

Then Donna trotted across the street and right up to our porch.  I didn^ăt
know what to do but I knew that I hadn^ăt done anything wrong.

"Hi," she said brightly, "would you like to join us for a game?  My name is
Donna."

"W-what game," I stammered.

"We want to do some chicken fighting, but we need another player," she
explained.  "It^ăll be fun and you^ăll be my partner." 

I came down off the porch.  Donna was several inches taller than me and next
to her my skinny legs looked like toothpicks.  I knew that I weighed 80
pounds and now seeing Donna up close, I figured that she must weigh about
110.  She took my hand and across the street we went.  

"Tommy, this is Tina and Sue.  Tommy said he^ăd play with us."  Predictably,
Tina was the stocky girl. 

I had said nothing of the kind, I thought. I also didn^ăt think that I could
lift Donna on my shoulders.  She was bigger than me by at least 20, maybe 30
pounds.  When the girls would find that out it might not be too embarrassing
since they all were older and bigger than me anyway.  And Donna KNEW my name.
 At that moment, I think I was falling in love.

Then Donna told me that she was going to lift me onto HER  shoulders.  At
first I said "no way", but she was very persuasive and then I realized that I
was also being saved from the likely embarrassment of not being able to lift
her.

Donna proceeded to lift me on her shoulders with ease.  At first I was
embarrassed to be lifted by a girl even if she was bigger and older than me.
 But I had to admit that Donna was very hard and strong.  Her muscles looked
bigger than any of my friends by quite a bit.  What a feeling I was getting.
 I thought it must be love.

She walked around and talked to me about how we should play the game.  Her
arms came up so that her hands were on top of my thighs.  She demonstrated
how she could apply pressure to clue me to the direction she was going to
move.  She also schooled me on how I could move my legs and give her
direction by applying  pressure with my feet which were locked behind her
back.  In just a few minutes, I thought I was ready to go.

We  tangled with Tina and Sue.  And tangle is exactly what we did.  I found
out quickly that Sue was fast with her hands and very strong too.  She got me
good, wrapping me in her arms and was about to rip me from Donna^ăs shoulders.
 Donna countered the losing situation that we were in by crowding Tina till
we all tumbled to the ground in a heap of squirming arms and legs.  There was
a lot of giggling.  We got up and tried again.  This time I was much more
careful and Donna and I began to communicate with surprising comfort and very
timely accuracy.  Donna began to move in and out and around about.
 Tantalizing little dance steps including feints in one direction and then
another.  Tina lost her balance and Donna moved in quickly so that I could
push Sue and down they went.  We played three or four more times and Donna
and I won them all.  I had become very comfortable on her shoulders and had
developed high confidence in Donna.  I knew that she wasn^ăt going to drop me
or fall and her signals were always right on time.  Likewise, she responded
to my signals almost without fail. 

We were the champs.  

Tina said that she had to leave so the two girls congratulated us, said they
wanted a rematch and hopped on their bikes and left.

Donna told me how good I had been and how much she had enjoyed playing the
game with me.  She started to show off with some more of her gymnastics.
 When I told her how great her cartwheels were, she did some more of them.
 She also walked on her hands and did some handsprings that were spectacular.
 Then she did a back bend and walked about like a spider.  Her stomach was
flat as a board when she did the backbend and looked really hard.  I said
something to that effect and she invited me to come and sit on it.  I
straddled her and she maneuvered around the yard with me riding her.  When
she was stretched into the backbend her boobs became flat too and more or
less disappeared.  I still wanted  to reach forward and touch them.  But I
didn^ăt.  

Because of our age difference, we didn^ăt see much of each other after that
afternoon.  We had no mutual friends so our association was limited to a
friendly wave now and then and once in a while a, "Hi, how are ya", in the
hallway at school.  I fantasized about Donna often remembering how strong she
was and how much fun it had been to be lifted and carried by such a pretty
girl.


THREE YEARS LATER

When I was fourteen and in ninth grade, Donna was a senior.  We met one day
at school and I realized for the first time that I was now several inches
taller than her.  I was now 5^ă6" and about 125 pounds.  Donna must have been
about 5^ă3" and probably outweighed me by ten pounds.  I thought she looked
stronger than ever.  We just talked for a minute or so.  Seniors don^ăt have
much in common with freshman.

Later that summer I was at the beach with two of my buddies.  We had just
finished a volleyball game when who comes running up to me but Donna.  Now
this is a big deal.  I felt pretty important that a recent graduate as
stunning as Donna would  actually come up and talk to me.  She asked if I
would go with her down the beach a way where her friends were.  They were
going to have a chicken fight tournament and she wanted me to be her partner.

 I couldn^ăt believe it and I wasn^ăt sure what to do.  I had just started
dating but I had no steady and none of the girls could compete with my
fantasies starring Donna, the beautiful muscle girl.  Donna was as persuasive
as ever and it couldn^ăt have been all that hard.  I sure wanted to ride Donna
again and was only holding  back at all because of the embarrassment attached
to being lifted by a girl in front of others.  

Off we went hand in hand just like a loving couple.  Donna was wearing a two
piece black swim suit, not a bikini, but more cut along the lines of workout
gear.  Her hair was now long, below her shoulders by an inch or so and her
tan was deeper than most of the people on the beach.  She looked very
athletic.  Muscles rippled.  

I felt strange being so much taller than Donna.  It was only a few inches but
in my fantasies Donna was always taller than me, just as she had been on that
magic day in her front yard.  My fantasies were right on as far as her
shoulders and arms were concerned.  They were both much larger and more
muscular than mine.  And her legs had become incredible.  I had remembered
long legs not much bigger than mine.  Now she had the legs of a track star or
professional dancer.  

As we walked, I asked if she thought she could lift and carry me as easily as
she had before since I was now so much bigger.  Admittedly, I wasn^ăt very
big, but I was some thirty-five pounds heavier than I was last time I sat on
her shoulders.  

Donna said, "Not to worry, big guy, I^ăm a lot stronger now than I was then.
 And I was not exactly weak back then."  What a trip, to be called a "big
guy" by Donna.  

When we got to Donna^ăs friends they referred to me as her secret weapon.
 They treated me OK though.  Including Donna and me there were about ten
couples.  Paired off, it turned out that there were two boy-boy teams, two
girl-girl teams, and the rest boy-girl.  There was only one other team where
the girl was going to be the lifter.  As you may have guessed, the girl was
none other than Tina.  Her rider was her boyfriend, who was much taller than
Tina, who was my height, but was very thin and wiry looking. 

The rules were that if you lost, you got another chance against another
losing team.  A second lose and your team was out.  Donna got behind me and
put her head between my legs and lifted me easily.  She walked about so that
we could each  get the feel of our respective position.  Then she did some
running and turning, her movements becoming quicker and quicker.  It took
only a few minutes and we  both ready to go.

We went up against two big guys in the first match.  They turned out to be
very slow and clumsy.  Donna moved behind them easily and I pulled them down.
 The whole thing was over in a matter of a few seconds.  The guys were very
upset and accused us of cheating but were quickly shouted down by the others.
 Our second match was against one of the girl/girl teams.  They tried really
hard but Donna kept crowding them to make them lose their balance.  The girl
on top kept grabbing and clutching at me though and when her partner tripped
and fell she hung onto me for dear life.   All of a sudden, Donna was
carrying both of us.  The girl was all over me and everyone was laughing and
applauding.  Donna took full advantage of the situation by marching about and
then really showing off by doing half a dozen squats while supporting both me
and the girl.  What a trip!

After about half an hour, all teams had lost one match but Donna and me.
 Tina and her boyfriend were the winners of the losers group so it came down
to us against them.  Since we hadn^ăt lost we only would have to beat them
once to win.  For them to win, they would have to beat us twice in a row.
 The fact that the only two teams with females carrying their male rider had
beaten everybody else became quite a subject of discussion within the group.
 Donna weighed more than me by at least a few pounds and she was obviously
very strong.  Tina outweighed her rider by a lot and was surely stronger than
some of the guys there.  A group opinion developed that based on these
observations a strong, heavier female carrying a slim wiry male was the best
chicken fighter combo.  They also thought that the women had better balance
naturally and were quicker.  Some of the guys really argued against these
last points, but were shouted down.

Donna lifted me for what she said would be the last fight and we were under
way.  Surprisingly, it was over quickly.  Donna feinted left and bent low.
 Tina went for the inviting target with a rush.  But when she got there we
were gone.  Donna had spun about and taken a quick two or three steps and was
behind the slow moving Tina.  It was easy for me to just push them from
behind and let their own momentum send them crashing to the sand.  It was
over and we were the champs.

I never actually had a real date with Donna.  We did see each other at the
beach a few times and I did get hoisted on her shoulders for a couple more
chicken fight challenges which we won.  Late in the summer Donna started
going steady with a tall muscular guy from the local college.  He became her
partner in the chicken fight games and she carried him with ease like she had
me and as far as I know they always won. Bummer. 

Donna went off to college out of state and then her parents moved away.  I
often think of her and wonder if she married the tall muscular guy.  He
remains the focus of my ENVY anyway..