The PlayGround

Bobby met Lisa in the strangest way, she was admitted to the
county hospital at the same time he started his late night shift.
She was diagnosed as being anorexic, he was assisting in the
emergency room.  It was the start of his final term at County
General and the final stages of his three year residency.  Lisa
spent more than a month at the hospital during her slow
recuperation, attending group therapy meetings, nutritional
seminars and exercise therapy seminars.  Gradually, they became
good friends, discovering they had more in common than either of
them could have imagined.

Physically they were quite different, Bobby stood only 5'3" tall
and weighed about 125 pounds, most of it skin and bone.  He was
27 years old and considerably wealthy, having inherited a
sizeable fortune from his parents accidental death.  He was well
on his way to becoming a specialist in nutrition and physical
therapy, even though he didn't look the part.  In his present
physical condition, he was an extremely poor example of what you
would expect a young doctor to look like,  especially one that
was supposed to be a specialist in exercise, nutrition and
recuperative therapy.

As strange as it was, him being a medical specialist and an
poor example at that, his taste in women was even more awkward.
He was physically attracted to big, muscular, athletically built
ladies, and if they happened to be exceptionally tall, he was
even more attracted to them.  Needless to say, his success with
women on a scale of one to ten, was zero.  Because of his job at
the hospital, he had more than enough opportunities to assist and
gawk at women built like this, he even got to know some of them
quite well, but none of them ever took him seriously when he
dared to ask them out.  Most of them would tactfully decline with
some sort of excuse like "Sorry, but I already have a steady
boyfriend," or  "My boyfriends' a linebacker at State College and
if he knew you were trying to hit on me like this he'd probably
punch you out."  This always left Bobby red faced with
embarrassment as they walked away smiling at the thought of
dating such a scrawny little man.  Some of the other women that
came to the hospital for therapy weren't nearly as nice.  When he
approached them, they would stand towering over him, looking down
on his pint-sized form and simply tell him "No way, I'm much too
big a woman for a little guy like you Bobby", and start laughing
right in his face.  After several repeat scenes like that, Bob
had lost all hope of ever satisfying his desires and settling
down with the type of women he found himself attracted to.  He
decided to try a completely different approach, and that's when
he set his sights on Lisa.

Lisa was a long way from what Bob thought was the ideal woman for
him, but she had potential, and she stood well over six feet tall
in her bare feet.  He knew that under his nutritional guidance
and with his therapeutic help, she could possibly develop into
the girl of his dreams.  The problem was, she knew nothing about
it, but that was about to change.  Lisa was in pretty bad shape,
she stood 6'1�" tall and weighed only 105 lbs.  She looked like a
skeleton in every sense of the word, with long bird-like legs and
skinny broomstick arms attached to her tall bony frame.  She had
no tits to speak of, except for her pert, button like nipples
that seemed to be erect all the time.  She had a pretty face,
with curly auburn colored hair and creamy white freckled skin
that seemed to add to her already sickly appearance.  She was
raped and molested by her stepfather as a child, and ran away
from home when she was 16.  She was 19 years old now, and working
as a check-out girl at a center city department store before
being hospitalized.  She was also the victim of a late night rape
attempt and her health had declined from that point on.  Most of
the doctors believed her unfortunate childhood was the root of
her self destructive nature.  The recent sexual assault only
added to her already poor outlook on life and contributed to her
malnutrition and eating disorder.

By pulling a few strings with the right members of the hospital
staff, Bobby rotated to a daytime shift and found himself working
with Lisa almost every day.  As awkward as they looked together,
they became good friends in a relatively short period of time.
When Bob was forced to return to his night shift, Lisa
rescheduled her therapy and workout sessions for the evening
hours so she could be with him and remain under his expert
guidance.  After five weeks of clinical care, Lisa and Bobby had
become quite friendly, but when Lisa started talking about the

possibility of their living together when she was discharged from
the hospital, it still caught Bobby by surprise.  She knew she
had lost her job and without Bob's help, she had nowhere else to
go except back to the streets.  Bob knew her chances for recovery
would be greatly reduced if that were the case, so he reluctantly
agreed to let her move in.  Lisa made Bobby concede to several
conditions before she moved in.  She wanted to do all the
cooking, all the cleaning and most of the general chores around
the house while Bob was to continue his guidance of her
recuperation.  That sounded pretty good to him, basically she
wanted to do all the housework and take care of him.  She also
wanted him to continue as her therapy counselor and that included
teaching her how to cook and prepare the proper foods for her
recovery.  This was turning out better than Bob had imagined.
They were going to live together in his house and she was already
eager to accept his expert advise about her nutritional needs and
exercise therapy.

What Lisa needed first was to be around food, she had to overcome
the sick feeling she always imagined when food was in front of
her face.  Bob was going to teach her the nutritional values of
the various food groups and show her the best ways to prepare it.
This way, Lisa was forced to come face to face with everything
she ate, and it wasn't long before she was well on her way to
becoming an excellent cook.  Forcing herself to eat at ever meal,
Lisa actually started to gain weight, she felt better and she
looked much healthier after only a few weeks.  Under Bob's
watchful eyes, her recovery progressed at a steady pace.  It
seemed like all she did was eat, whatever she wanted to eat,
whenever she was hungry, Bob would help her prepare something.
At home, they did everything together, ate all the same foods and

basically maintained a similar daytime schedule.  Within three
months, Lisa had gained twenty pounds and Bob had actually gained
a little weight himself.

This was a definite improvement, especially for Lisa, and Bob
was starting to like what he saw.  Lisa actually had some tits
now, and her arms and legs weren't so skinny anymore. She didn't
look so skeletal and she seemed to have a tremendous amount of
energy.  The house was spotless and her cooking and food
preparation was getting better every week.  She was gaining
weight easier than Bob had anticipated and now he wanted to
encourage her to exercise more.  The aerobics classes she
attended at the hospital simply weren't enough, he wanted
her to start using the nautilus equipment and even some of the
free weights in the therapy rooms.  Several weeks later he showed
her some old pieces of exercise equipment he had picked up a
various hospital and gymnasium liquidation sales.  The equipment
was packed away in his cluttered basement and several of them
needed to be repaired.

Lisa listened without question, and she actually jumped at the
opportunity to set up and fix Bob's dusty old collection of
discarded therapy equipment.  Within a month she had cleaned the
basement, painted and repaired all the broken equipment and even
set up her own workout area.  This way, she wouldn't have to go
to the hospital every other day to workout.  She could stay at
home and workout when she wanted to, which happened to be more
often than her every other day schedule allowed.  She even moved
one of the portable TVs and a boombox into the basement to keep
her occupied when she worked out at night while Bobby was at
work.

Over the last four months, Bobby was maintaining two diaries of
Lisa's progress, one to document her physical progress, height,
weight, exercise statistics and all her measurements, and another
one that was much more personal.  This diary contained most of
the hospital status reports as well as his own personal thoughts
and ideas on her amazing progress.  Lisa had seen the one diary,
and used it often during her workouts to chart her progress, but
she knew nothing about the contents of Bob's personal log, she
didn't even know it existed.

After four and a half months, Lisa had succeeded in gaining a
total of twenty-five pounds and suddenly she seemed to stop
gaining weight.  Bob decided to add one of his nutritional weight
gain drinks to her daily diet.  This gave him the opportunity to
include several additives to enhance her muscular development,
nothing that would cause her any harm, just vitamins and proteins
to help induce weight gain and continued development.  The
powdered mixture actually tasted pretty good with a little
chocolate flavoring, and Lisa really liked it.  She liked it so
much she mixed it up several times a day and drank it with every
meal.  Over the next few months, she continued to gain weight and
began to blossom into an amazingly beautiful young woman.  Her
skinny arms and legs were much bigger and amazingly firm, and if
the measurements Bobby had taken over the last six months were
correct, she'd actually grown taller, adding almost two inches in
height.  This was truly remarkable, he had fully expected her to
gain weight and even develop a little muscle, but Lisa had
actually grown taller.  Bob was dumbfounded, taking everything
into account, she was continuing to develop much faster than he
had ever thought possible.  He could only attribute this amazing
progress to her previous years of mental stress and malnutrition,
and now with the proper nutrition, she was simply filling out at
a much faster than normal pace.  The gain in height was most
likely due to the gradual change in her posture and the
development of stronger joints in her ankles, knees, hips and
shoulders.  She was originally a little knock-kneed, but now, as
her body continued to fill out, it wasn't even noticeable.  Her
weight was an incredibly solid 155 lbs.  She was still gaining
weight, but it seemed to be leveling off at a much slower pace,
and she was beginning to look truly athletic, even somewhat
muscular.  Her current weigh was much more than she ever weighed
before and it didn't seem to bother her at all.  She was thrilled
with her new physical stature, and Bobby was too.  Lisa stood
6'3" tall now and she was really developing an outstanding body.

Life was good for Bobby, Lisa cooked all his meals exactly the
way he liked them and her maintenance of the house was
exceptional.  She was looking much healthier and they had been
sleeping together for over three months.  Bob's sexual appetite
was increasing with every week of Lisa's development, but it was
still much less than what Lisa would have liked.  The main
reason was because he still had to work the late night shift and
she was usually tired from her workouts and asleep when he got
home.  During the days he had to study all the time now and he
was often called to the hospital on his days off, but things were
looking up.  Bob had Saturdays and Sundays off every week, and
now he was going to be home on Thursdays at 6:00 PM, no more
Thursday night late shifts.


Lisa did most of the food shopping on Wednesday nights while
Bobby was at work.  This is where she ran into Sally, a woman she
had gotten to know briefly during her stay at the hospital.
Sally couldn't believe this was the same Lisa she had met at the
county hospital, the improvement was absolutely amazing.  When
she asked her what she'd been doing with herself and where she
was living, she explained her current situation.  She told Sally
that she had learned to cook and eat the proper foods, that she
was exercising regularly and consuming more food than ever
before.  Then she told her that she was living with the soon to
be Dr. Robert Sweet, the nutritional therapist from the county
hospital, and they'd been living together for over eight months
now.  "You mean that little guy from the therapy sessions?" she
asked.  "Yes, that's my Bobby" she answered.  "I know him pretty

good myself, or at least I know something about him.  He's the
little guy who tries to hit on all the big women at the physical
therapy center." she said.  "Every time one of my girls from the
club goes to the hospital with an injury, he tries to get to know
them a little and then asks them out on a date.  He hasn't
bothered any of them in the last six or seven months, some of the
girls think he's kinda cute, a little too short and skinny
though.  But none of them know he's gonna be a doctor, you better
latch on to him while you can sweetie." she laughed.  "Are you
sure we're talking about the same man Sally?" Lisa asked.
"Bobby's really a nice guy, He's not at all like the man you're
describing" she added.  "I'll tell you what" Sally said, "I'm in
kind of a hurry right now, but if you meet me at the club later
tonight, you know "The PlayGound" on the other side of town,
I'll buy you a few drinks and tell you everything I know.  You
can decide for yourself if we're talking about the same man.
How's 8:30 sound?  We can talk for a while and then check out the
show, it starts at 9:00."  Lisa had to say yes, she knew she was
falling in love with Bobby and she had to investigate this view
into his questionable past behavior.  "Ok Sally, I'll meet you
there at 8:30" she said.  "Just tell the bouncer at the door
you're Sally's guest" she told her before leaving.

Lisa went home and thought about what Sally had said.  The man
she described certainly didn't sound like her Bobby, except maybe
the part about him being attracted to tall women.  She knew Bobby
was attracted to tall women, it was obvious, he had to be.  She
was a good twelve inches taller than him and she knew it excited
him from the day they first met, she just never thought of using
it to her advantage, she didn't have to.  She didn't know enough
about what Sally was talking about to come to any conclusions on
her own, so she kept her date and they met at The PlayGround"
later that night.

Lisa told the bouncer she was "Sally's Guest", and he opened the
door and let her through.  Sally was sitting at a table next to
the bar.  Lisa joined her and they ordered a round off drinks
while Sally showed her around the club.  From the outside, "The
PlayGround" looked like a typical lounge or night club, only
they featured women's wrestling.  Sometimes they wrestled in mud
or oil, sometimes they just plain wrestled and really battled it
out. Every now and then they would feature an all out cat fight
too, complete with pulling hair and tearing each others clothes
to shreds.  They also performed little one or two act scenes,
sometimes they made fun of local personalities or a TV show,
other times the skits were completely "off the wall and really
wild."  In most cases though, the skits were usually funny and
often showed a lot of nudity.  The entertainment was featured
every day of the week and twice on Saturdays, except on Wednesday
nights.  Wednesday night was lady's night, and the entertainment
was supplied by several of the lady owners, and everything was
strictly private.  That meant club members and special
invitations only.  Lisa didn't understand why, it seemed like a
perfectly normal club to her.  The bar area and dance floor
looked like the standard club set-up, but on the other side of the
building, closed off from the rest of the bar, there was a
wrestling ring, and next to that was a big stage, complete with
overhead lighting and a fancy red curtain.  Lisa could only
imagine what kind of shows went on in a place like this.

The girls sat down with their drinks and Sally told Lisa what she
knew about Bobby Sweet again.  Simply put, he had asked several
of the big, tall women from the club out at one time or another
when they were at the hospital for various injuries, but not
recently, definitely not in the last seven months.  He even
approached one of the really big muscular women from the lady's
Wednesday night entertainment troop, and she said he often came
to this club.  She was sure he had attended several of the
Wednesday night specials, and unless he knew someone and had a
special invitation, he had to pay big bucks just to get through
the door.  Lisa still wasn't sure if they were talking about the
same guy, but when Sally began to describe him physically, 5'3"
tall, 130 lbs., brown hair, brown eyes and his little blue
hospital uniform, it started sounding more and more like her
Bobby.  It was almost 9:00 o'clock and time for the show.  For
some reason Sally wanted to sit up close to the ring, they picked
a spot that was both close to the ring and center stage when they
turned around and the fancy red curtains opened.

The lights dimmed and only the wrestling ring remained lit.  The
seating area was pitch black, and Lisa could hear a small crowd
of people shuffling into their seats.  The lights were down so
low it was impossible to see their faces. Lisa thought is sounded
like most of them were wearing high heels.  A man entered the
lighted arena, he slipped through the ropes and bounced around
the ring like a boxer.  Several people clapped their hands and
cheered as he stretched his arms high over his head.  He was
wearing a blue robe and it was hung open in the front, displaying
a pair of fire engine red swimmer's trunks.  He looked to be
about twenty-five years old, maybe 5'7" tall and she guessed his
weigh to be around 145lbs.  He actually looked a lot like Bobby,
only a little heavier, and several inches taller than him.  After
several minutes had passed, a woman entered the lighted arena,
and before she even stepped through the rings, a round of cheers,
whistles and clapping hands erupted from the darkness surrounding
the arena.  When she stepped through the ropes and into the
brightly lit ring, you could read the lettering on the back of
her robe.  It said "POWER & GRACE" in eye-catching gold
lettering.  She removed her robe and Lisa couldn't believe her
eyes.  This was a really big girl, she had to be at least 6'5"
tall in her bare feet, and she wasn't the least bit skinny
either. She had muscles everywhere, from her broad muscle capped
shoulders to her bulging muscular calves, she was by far the
biggest, most muscularly built woman Lisa had ever seen.  With
a slow glance at her own arms, and somewhat skinny legs, she
tried to compared her own body to that of the big blond wrestler
who had just stepped into the ring.  She wasn't that much taller
than her, but her arms and legs were so thick with muscle, they
actually rippled and swelled beneath her skin when she simply
removed her robe and pranced around the ring on her toes.  She
was a good looking young woman too, with big blue eyes and long
flowing blond hair that bounced on her shoulders and framed her
pretty face.  Her skin was dark and deeply tanned and her body
looked like it belonged on a statue of some Amazon Queen.  Sally
was cheering and clapping as loud as she could while this female
tower of muscle started to flex her way around the ring,
intimidating her smaller male opponent with her bulging biceps
and her long muscular legs.

An announcement was made over the PA system that the match was to
be decided by submission only, or until one of the opponents
could no longer continue.  The time limit was to be one hour.  A
bell rang and the two wrestlers circled each other in the ring.
Lisa thought this whole scene was kinda humorous, here was this
skinny little man getting ready to wrestle a young woman who was
almost a foot taller than him, and out weighed him by at least a
seventy-five pounds.  She knew right away he didn't stand a
chance against that much female muscle, and she was right, he
didn't.

The little man suddenly lunged forward and wrapped his arms
around one of the big girl's legs, he tried to lift it off the
mat but it wouldn't budge.  He quickly circled around behind her
and switched to her other leg, attempting the same move.  To his
surprise, he discovered it lifted quite easily, but when the big
girl wanted to lower her leg back down, she did, and he was
forced to his knees and found he could no longer move her
muscular leg.  The big blond was just standing there with her
hands on her hips and smiling at him, laughing at his futile
attempts to lift her one leg and trip her to the mat.  She
casually leaned forward and took hold of his left wrist and in
one fluid motion, she lifted him to his feet and swung him into
the ropes.  He bounced off the rings like a slingshot and crashed
face first into the big girl's backside.  Her well muscled back
and big firm ass cheeks must have felt like a brick wall as she
stood in the center of the ring smiling over her shoulder at him.
He bounced off her towering immovable body and staggered around
the ring for several seconds.  She took hold of his wrist and
threw him in the ropes again, this time with much greater force.

His body was practically airborne when he rebounded from the
ropes and crashed into her solid body head on.  His face smashed
into her protruding breasts and her stomach, hips and powerful
thighs stood firm and stopped his body dead in it's tracks.

Before he could even fall to his knees, she wrapped her long arms
around him in a powerful bearhug and picked him up off the mat.
She had her arms wrapped completely around his chest and ribs
with his feet swinging nearly a foot of the floor as she carried
him around the ring.  She slowly walked to each corner of the
ring and stood facing the blacked out seating area.  She smiled
innocently into his panic stricken face and started squeezing him
tighter and tighter until he cried out in pain as the air was
forced from his lungs and his ribs approached their breaking
point.  She was so overpowering he never even had a chance to
fight back.  After squeezing him repeatedly in each of the four
corners of the ring, she positioned herself in the center of the
ring and started using her powerful arms on him again.  This time
she trapped his skinny legs between her big muscular thighs to
keep him from wiggling about and she started squeezing him really
slow and deliberate like, increasing the pressure every couple of
seconds till all he could do was gasp for air and tug feebly at
her hair with his one free arm.  He didn't even have enough
oxygen to beg for release as she continued to coil her long
muscular arms tighter and tighter around his hopelessly trapped
body.  When she finally opened her arms and legs to released
him, he crumpled to the floor at her feet, gulping for air with a
loud wheezy sound and moaning in pain after each breath.  He
wasn't unconscious, but he may have been better off if he was.


The big girl flipped him over on his stomach with her right foot
and kneeled down beside him.  She pulled both his skinny arms
behind his back and held his wrists together with her right hand.
She placed her right knee in the middle of his back and grabbed
both his ankles with her left hand.  When she lifted his legs
into the air and pulled them back over his head he started
howling in pain.  His spine was being bent painfully backwards
and it looked like she was going to break him in half.  She held
him like that for several minutes, listening to his begging and
pleading while some of the people hidden in the dark shouted out
things like "He's a bum Gracie, break him in half" and "Finish
him off with you legs Grace, finish him off with your legs."  The
big blond moved her left leg forward and used it to prop up his
legs.  She was still holding him in that same painfully bent
position, only now her left hand was free.  She slowly slid her
free hand under her left thigh and inside the leg of his shorts,
squeezing and feeling her way around his privates.  She started
to laugh as she removed her left hand and released his wrists,
raising both her arms high into the air.  She smiled towards
Sally and Lisa's table and said with a sweet girlish voice "look
ma, no hands" and then nonchalantly glanced down at the little
man trapped and still begging for release in that same position
all scrunched up between her big muscular legs.  She finally
released him and stood up, leaving him on the wrestling mat
rolling in pain at her feet.  Not even fifteen minutes had gone
by and this little guy was completely defeated.  Hell, he'd
already given up ten minutes ago and Lisa didn't think he'd last
another 45 minutes in the ring with this musclebound goddess.
This was no wrestling match, it was a slaughter, and it appeared
to be turning into a one sided demonstration of what a big
muscular girl could do to a completely overmatched little man.

Once again, Lisa was right.  The remaining 45 minutes was more
like a exhibition of painful, bodybreaking holds to use on a
smaller, weaker opponent.  The big girl went through at least a
dozen different holds, twisting and crushing this helpless little
guy in every position until he was screaming and begging for her
to stop.  He submitted to her over and over but she wouldn't let
him go.  Lisa didn't think she was trying to kill the poor guy or
anything, but she never gave him a moments rest.  She kept
maneuvering his outclassed body from one painful position to the
next, in one fluid motion, almost like it was some sort of
routine.  She lifted him high into the air over her head and
walked around the ring, then she laid him across her shoulders
and spun him around till he was dizzy.  She lifted him from her
broad shoulders and dropped him several feet down across her
solid left thigh in another backbreaking hold.  She picked his
little body up off her big thigh and crushed him with another
series of bearhugs, right side up, up side down, then
horizontally across her wide chest with one arm between his legs
and the other across his back.  She never let him have enough air
in his lungs to recuperate or even beg for mercy, and now he
looked like he was starting to go limp.  After every couple of
holds, while he was helpless and twisted into another inescapable
position, she would slip her hand inside his shorts and hold it
there, giggling at whatever she had discovered, then she'd keep
right on going, bending and twisting him into another painful
hold.  She clamped his neck in a headlock and smashed his face
against her big right tit, she kept squeezing and crushing his
neck with her huge muscular bicep while she dragged him around
the ring.  This, Lisa thought, was her way of demonstrating to
everyone that she was easily capable of controlling him with just
one arm while she waved her free hand to the hidden spectators
and playfully rubbed the hair on the top of his trapped head.

The big blond flipped the little man's body over her hip and
watched him crash to the floor and slide halfway across the mat
to the center of the ring.  With two big strides, she stepped
over his nearly unconscious body and straddled him, then leaned
forward and grabbed him by the hair on the top of his head.  She
lifted him to his knees and positioned him between her long
muscular legs.  When she closed her big legs around him, she had
his entire torso trapped between her monstrous thighs.  As she
started to squeeze her big legs together, he tried to use his
hands in a feeble attempt to pry them apart.  Lisa knew there was
no way this guy was going to escape from between the big girl's
legs, and so did everyone else, but he tried anyway.  He pawed
uselessly at her muscular thighs as she stood in the center of
the ring smiling down at him.  It was hopeless, no matter how
hard he tried, there was no way he could separate her enormous
legs.

People started yelling from the audience again, "Crush him with
your legs Gracie," "Yeah, do him with your big thighs Grace, show
that little man who the boss is."  "Make him beg Gracie, make him
beg for mercy."  The big blond continued to slowly flex her
powerful thigh muscles around his hopelessly trapped body,

compressing them tighter and tighter together.  It was obvious to
Lisa, and just about everyone else at ringside, that the big
blond wrestler could easily kill this little man if she squeezed
him any tighter.  She could have crushed all of his ribs into his
chest with on big flex of her muscular thighs, but she didn't.
Instead she just held him there, keeping the pressure at a point
where he was hopelessly trapped and just barley conscious.  She
wanted everyone to see him suffer, to watch him as he struggled
pathetically, gasping for air and using his hands to feebly grasp
at her solid immovable thighs in his desperate attempt to escape.


After several minutes of unrelenting pressure from her crushing
thighs on his collapsing chest, he stopped his useless struggling
and just begged her to let him go, over and over again he
pleaded, "Please don't hurt me anymore Grace, Please-e-e, let me
go, Please-e-e-e Gracie, Please-e-e-e-e."

There was still about ten minutes left on the clock, and the big
blond wanted to make the most of it.  She released his body from
her crushing leg lock and dragged the little man by one arm to
the side of the ring and stopped right in front of Sally and
Lisa's table.  She laid down on her side with her back towards
the two of them and stuffed the little man's head between her
muscular upper thighs.  His face was wide-eyed and pale,
imprisoned between her muscular thighs and positioned only three
feet in front of them.  When she started flex her thighs and
squeeze him tighter, she grabbed his legs and held them together
with one arm.  His face became contorted and he looked like he
wanted to cry.  Her huge muscular thighs were swallowing his head
and it slowly started to disappear from view between there
incredible mass.  Lisa couldn't believe this, he was really
crying now, and begging too, and his eyes were so blood-shot
looked like they were going to pop out of his head at any moment.
The muscles on the back of the big girl's legs swelled bigger and
harder until they completely enveloped the little mans weeping
face and muffled his crying voice.  The only signs that he was
still conscious were his little hands clutching helplessly at the
solid corded muscles on the back of her flexing thighs and the
pathetic moaning sound he emitted every time she tightened her
grip.

The spectators seated directly behind Sally and Lisa's table
started yelling again.  "Give it to him Gracie, give him the big
squeeze, Yeah !! Crush him Gracie, Knock him out with your big
thighs."  The spectators on the other side of the ring were
yelling too, only Lisa didn't know what they were hollering
about.  All she could see was the big blond squeezing the shit
out of this poor guy's head with her incredibly muscular thighs.
All of a sudden the big blond released a jolting flex that made
her thighs jump to attention and burst forth with more muscular
definition than Lisa thought was possible for a woman to possess.

There was a horrible shrieking noise emitted from between her
tightly clenched thighs, and after a few seconds of waving his
hands in a frantic, submissive manner, the little man's arms fell
limply to the mat, but she still kept the pressure on for what
seemed like a tremendously long time.  Most of the spectators in
the darkened audience were cheering and whistling as she
continued to pulverize this poor man's head, but Sally suddenly
jumped to her feet and stood at the side of the ring yelling
something different.  "STOP IT GRACE, STOP RIGHT NOW!, YOU
PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T HURT HIM."

The big blond immediately released the little man, opening her
muscular legs and peeling his cheeks from the insides of her
enormous thighs.  She crouched down behind him and maneuvered her
hands under his armpits and behind the back of his neck.  Lisa
later found out this was called a full-nelson, and she proceeded
to lift him several feet off the mat and carry him around the
ring.  For the amusement of the crowd, she kept maneuvering his
head back and forth like he was some kind of puppet.  This was
obviously her way of displaying to everyone present, what a weak
and pathetic little opponent this grown man was.  When the
cheering and chanting finally died down, she draped the little
man's limp body over her shoulder and carried him from the ring.
She stopped next to Sally and Lisa's table and lowered her
unconscious victim until she held him cradled in her arms like a
small child.

Sally stood up and started to speak.  "Lisa, I'd like you to meet
my 18 year old daughter Grace."  Lisa looked truly surprised.
"Grace, this is Lisa, the woman I met at the hospital, remember,
I told you all about her."  Lisa stood up and the two young women
shook hands with the little man still unconscious and laying in
Grace's arms.  As Lisa looked down at the little man, she could
see a big wet spot on the front of his shorts.  She suddenly
realized what the people on the other side of the ring were
yelling about, Grace must have forced the little guy to come in
his pants while she was squeezing his head between her massive
thighs.  Sally's next words really surprised Lisa.  "And this
sorry excuse for a man is my son from a previous marriage, his
name is Skip."  "We call him Skippy" Grace laughed, "Can you
believe he's eight years older than me?"  "You mean he's your
brother?" Lisa asked.  "Well, he is my older step brother, from
mom's first marriage when she was 18 years old, isn't that right
mom?" Grace said.  "Yes, that's right honey, now don't you think
you better take Skip back stage and make sure he's all right."
"I still can't believe you squeezed him like that with your big
legs after you promised me you wouldn't hurt him. You know better
than that Grace, you could have killed him." Sally said.  "Awh
mom, he'll be ok, I didn't do anything to him that I haven't done
to him before at home, what's the big deal anyway?  He'll be
all right after a couple of days rest." Grace said as she carried
Skip off into the darkness.

Lisa began to realize that she really didn't know much about
Sally at all, what a surprise she had turned out to be.  During
the next ten minutes, Sally told Lisa all about herself,
including Grace and Skip.  Her first marriage was right out of
high school to some guy who had gotten her pregnant, Skip's
father.  He was killed in Vietnam.  Her second marriage was to a
professional wrestler, Grace's father, an immensely big, powerful
man who was killed in an automobile accident years ago.  Sally
never remarried.  She was a 50 percent owner of "The PlayGround"
and the money was good.  Grace was one of the main attractions on
Wednesday nights, she usually wrestled with one of two other guys
who were her regular partners.  They were both injured, one with
broken ribs and the other with a severe concussion.  Lisa could
understand that easily, at only 18 years old, Grace was so big
and muscular, she obviously didn't know her own strength or the
damage she was capable of doing.  Grace and some of the other
girls apparently practiced with poor Skippy all the time at home,
whether he liked it or not, and he was forced into action as her
substitute Wednesday night partner.  Skip also made good money
working as a bartender at the club, but it looked like he might
be out of commission for at least a couple of days.  Even so,
Sally thought it was kind of funny that Skippy's 18 year old step
sister could so thoroughly demolished him, and actually make it
look that easy.

The curtains opened behind them on the small stage and the
lighting changed.  The stage lit up and you could see it was
subdivided into two rooms.  The larger room was a bed room, and
the smaller room was an exercise room, completely outfitted with
an exercise bike, free weights and a universal weight machine.
The only person on stage was a dark haired woman, she was wearing
a one piece red leotard and sitting at the universal weight
machine doing bench presses.  Lisa judged the weights she was
pressing to be somewhere around 200 lbs., but after watching her
for a while longer, she realized the weights added up to much
more.  This woman was doing non-stop reps with over 200 lbs. like
she was simply warming up.  When she stood up and moved to the
leg press machine, Lisa just shook her head and Sally started to
laugh.  This woman was built on the same scale as Grace, except
she appeared to be much taller since she was wearing a pair of 4"
red spike heels.  She kicked off her heels and proceeded to sit
down and stretch out her long legs.  She was leg pressing an
enormous amount weight, Lisa calculated that it was well in
excess of 350 lbs. and she was doing it easily.  She continued to
do three sets of ten reps with the same weight before moving on
the another piece of equipment.  By the time she was done, her
arms, thighs and calves were bulging forth with so much massive
muscle that Lisa could only compare her size and muscularity to
that of Grace's.

Sally leaned over and whispered to Lisa, "Her name is Alicia,
she's a little taller than Grace and just a strong.  This is a
new skit that she's worked up, I've never seen it before but I
know what Alicia's like and this should be pretty good."

Alicia slipped on her red heels and walked to the front of the
stage, she stood there alternately flexing her big arms and long
muscular legs to the oohs and aahs of the scattered audience.
After several minutes, a doorbell rang and Alicia pranced over to
the other side of the stage and open the door.  A man stepped
into view holding a bouquet of flowers which he gave to her.  He
was much smaller than the tall brunette and his head was about
level with the bottom of her big boobs.  In her 4" heels, Alicia
stood almost seven feet tall and Lisa figured this guy to be
about 5'8".  "You must be Mike" she said as she placed the
flowers in a vase on a table next to the bed.  The two of them
continued to talk.  Apparently Mike was supposed to wrestle
with Alicia, he had made an appointment and a price had been
negotiated over the phone.  The problem was, he had never seen
her before, and he didn't expect her to be so damn big and tall.
She started to tease him because he was trying to back out on
their arrangement.  To the amusement of Lisa and Sally, and most
of the spectators, she grabbed him with her hands under his
armpits and lifted him off the floor, holding him against the
wall at her eye level.  His feet were dangling more than a foot
off the floor and she just held him there, while she kept teasing
him verbally.  "What's the matter little man, you afraid to
wrestle with a big girl like me?  Think you might lose a little
of your precious manhood if I pin you flat on the floor beneath
this big body of mine?"  She moved her body closer to the wall
and let him slide slowly down until his face was pressed firmly
between her big solid breasts.  His feet were still a good six
inches off the floor and her wide hips were grinding slowly
against his pelvis.  She smiled down at his embarrassed face and
started teasing him again.  "Are you sure you don't want to
wrestle with a big girl like me Mike?  I could make it worth your
while, you might even like some of the things I could do to your
little body."

Alicia was working this guy over pretty good and trying not to
scare him off at the same time.  He was down right confused about
what to do too.  He really wanted to wrestle with her but she was
so god damn big and powerful looking, and she had to out weighed
him by a good 80 or 90 pounds.  Realistically, he knew he
wouldn't stand a chance against her in a one on one battle, but
he didn't want to miss the opportunity to get his hands on her
giant tits and climb all over her big, luscious body.  Alicia let
his body slide slowly down the wall until his feet were planted
firmly on the floor.  She smiled down at the little man and made
one final comment.  "You know, maybe you should be afraid of me
Mike, your such a puny little light-weight, I could probably kick
your ass with my hands tied behind my back."  Now those
circumstances were more to Mike's liking, and he jokingly
accepted her challenge.  She actually agreed, and he couldn't
believe she was going to wrestle him under those terms.

Mike quickly removed his shoes and socks and paid her the
negotiated price.  He stripped down to his BVDs and tossed the
rest of his cloths in the corner of the room on the floor.
Alicia retrieved a six foot length of rope from under the bed and
the little man quickly tied her wrists together behind her back.
When he was sure they were securely bound, he stood back with a
big smile on his face and prepared to wrestle this towering
beauty.  They agreed to wrestle until one of them was pinned to
the floor or, one of them was forced to gave up.  Lisa thought
this looked exciting, even though Alicia was a hell of a lot
bigger and more muscular than this little guy, without the use of
her arms and hands, she was going to be at a tremendous
disadvantage.

Alicia decided to keep her red heels on, she liked the fact that
she towered over this little guy by almost a foot and a half in
her 4" high heels.  They circled each other a couple of times
until Alicia tried to make a move and back him up against the
wall.  She kept jumping from side to side, cutting off the size
of the room and keeping him in front of her, she was trying not
to let him slip by on either side as she backed him towards the
wall.  Mike didn't seem intimidated by her enormous size at all,
and he couldn't take his eyes off her giant breasts as they
bounced up and down right in front of his face.  Alicia made the
first move, and it turned out to be a big mistake.  She charged
forward in an attempt to pin Mike against the wall with her big
body, but he easily slipped around behind her and pushed her face
first into the wall.  He could only hold her there for a few
seconds but it was long enough for him to do what he had in mind.
He quickly grabbed hold of her left leotard strap and pulled it
down below her elbow.  When she turned around, her giant left
breast was completely exposed and she looked pissed.  She charged
at him again, chasing him around the room and stopping every
couple of steps to kick one of her long legs at him in an attempt
to sweep his feet out from under him and knock him to the floor.

Mike was laughing and eye-balling her naked left tit as it
bounced up and down and she backed him across the room.  Alicia
thought she had him trapped in the corner of the room this time,
and she actually did sweep his feet out from under him with one
kick from her long right leg.  But Mike was a nimble little guy,
and he surprised her with a daring move.  He crawled on his hands
and knees, right between her long muscular legs when she
momentarily lost her balance and teetered on her 4" heels.  He
quickly jumped up behind her and pushed her face first into the
wall again.  He didn't miss the opportunity to grab hold of her
other leotard strap either, and this time he pulled the whole
damn thing down around her waist.  When she turned around, she
was completely exposed all the way down to her naval.  She
started yelling and chasing him all around the bedroom again.
"This wasn't part of our deal you little shit, you keep your
goddamn hands off my tits.  Just you wait till I get hold of you,
you're gonna' be one sorry son of a bitch, I'll make you wish you
never did this to me" she said.  Mike just kept laughing at her

and reaching out with his hands open like he was going to squeeze
her big tits.  It was hard to tell who was the aggressor any
more.  Alicia would chase him around the room, swinging and
kicking her long muscular legs at him but as soon as she cornered
him, he reached out and attempted to grab hold of one of her
big boobs.  Then she'd start backing away and Mike would be the
one chasing her.  Sally was right, this really was turning into
quite a funny little show.

By now it was pretty obvious that Mike was a hell of a lot
quicker on his feet than Alicia was in her high heels, and he
started using this to his advantage.  He kept side stepping
Alicia's powerful leg kicks and moving in behind her so he could
reach around from either side and fondle her big tits.  It was a
pretty safe move too, as long as he didn't let her kick him or
back him up against the wall, he was able to squeeze her big tits
or tweak one of her nipples at will.  Alicia was bitching and
squealing every time Mike grabbed a hold of her tits from behind,
and now, just to piss her off even more, he started sliding one
of his hands between her big legs and rubbing all around her
pussy.  When he grabbed one of her tits, she'd twist from one
side to the other trying to avoid his hand, then he'd just slide

his other hand between her legs and rub her crotch.  She'd slam
her legs together and wiggle her ass to force him to stop and
he'd simply reach around and fondle her big tits again.

Alicia wasn't really screaming and yelling at him that much
anymore, and her big pink nipples were starting to stick out like
two swollen grapes.  This was too much for Mike to resist, he
wasn't satisfied with just squeezing and fondling her big tits
anymore, he had to get his lips on those babies.  He grabbed
Alicia's arms from behind, and started spinning her around and
around.  With her heels on, it was difficult for her to keep her
balance and all she could do was follow Mike's lead.  He must
have spun her around five or six times before he finally stopped
and just pushed her backwards until she fell down on the bed.  He
pounced right on top of her, making sure he was off to her side
at a 90 degree angle and well out of reach from her long powerful
legs.  She was like a fish out of water lying on her back with
him on top, and Mike was taking full advantage of it.

He laid across her chest and sucked wildly on her big right
nipple, and he kept rubbing her pussy with his left hand the
whole time.  Alicia would lift one of her legs up every now and
then and try to hook it around Mike's head or chest in an attempt
to pull him off and capture him between her big legs.  He knew
what she was trying to do though, and he kept his head low and
his mouth glued to her big nipples the entire time.  After about
five minutes of nursing on both her big tits and continuously
massaging between her legs, Alicia was obviously aroused.  She
was moaning with pleasure while Mike kissed and sucked on her one
big tit and tweaked her other swollen nipple between his two
fingers.  It really looked like Mike was in complete control of
the whole situation now, he had Alicia flat on her back and
moaning out loud with her body responding to his every move.  She
was lifting her hips completely off the mattress and bucking them
like she was fucking some invisible man.  Mike was rubbing and
grabbing at her crotch with his talented little hand the whole
time, she was so hot and turned on it looked like he could have
hopped on top and screwed the shit out of her anytime he wanted
to.  Sally leaned over and whispered to Lisa, "This won't last
much longer, Alica has him right where she wants him, just keep
watching her big legs and you'll see what I mean."

Alicia really had long legs, and laying on the bed the way she
was, her high heeled feet were planted squarely on the floor.
But with Mike laying across her chest and using his body
weight to hold her down, Lisa couldn't understand what the hell
Sally was talking about, she looked pretty helpless to her.
Alicia slowly lifted her right leg up in another feeble attempt
to catch Mike off guard, only this time, she lifted her left leg
up at almost the same time.  She stretched both her long legs
high in the air towards the ceiling, and when she started to
lower them down at the same time, her back came off the mattress
and she ended up in a sitting position on the side of the bed.
Mike was still glued to her big right nipple only now he was
laying on his back across both her muscular thighs.  She was
leaning forward and his entire upper body was trapped beneath her
enormous chest.  She dropped her left leg down slightly and
kicked him in the back, then she dropped her right leg down
slightly and did the same thing again, with much greater force.
Her second powerful knee-kick, in the general area of Mike's
kidneys, knocked the air completely out of his lungs and he
starting whooping and gagging with his face still buried under
her giant right tit.


Alicia quickly stood up, sending Mike's body tumbling to the
floor with a loud thud.  He laid there gasping for air while she
stepped over and straddled him with her long legs.  She
immediately dropped to her knees and trapped his waist between
her big muscular thighs.  She fell to her side dragging him with
her, and then rolled onto her back and lifted Mike's body into
the air between her legs.  This sudden turn of events had taken
barely 30 seconds and Lisa couldn't believe what she had just
witnessed.  Mike was still in a daze and Alicia was holding him

helplessly suspended between her big muscular thighs.  The crowd
was cheering her on and going wild.  She held him like that for
several minutes until the noise died down, Lisa thought she was
deliberately stalling so Mike would come to and react his
hopeless predicament, but she looked pretty frazzled herself and
she may have been trying to regain some composure.  Lisa was
right again, as Mike slowly shook the grogginess from his head
and realized he was suspended in the air between Alicia's
enormous muscular thighs, he started screaming and wiggling all
over the place.  His hands were free but he wasn't grabbing at
her tits anymore, he was pounding on her big, solid thighs with
his fists and begging her not to squeeze him.  His pounding fists
were useless against her rock hard muscular thighs, but it did
prove one thing, no matter how hard Mike tried to escape or how
much he begged her, she wasn't going to let him go until she was
finished with him.


Alicia just smiled at his frightened face and said "You had your
fun little man and I warned you, NOW IT'S MY TURN."  She opened
her legs just enough to allow Mike's waist to slide down between
the widest part of her big muscular thighs.  She stretched her
long legs high in the air and locked her ankles behind his back.
Lisa knew the little man was in for one hell of a squeezing
after what he'd done to her, and with her arms still tied behind
her back, her big legs were the only weapons she had.  She
thought Alicia was going to tease and torture this poor guy
with her awesome legs the same way Grace had tormented and
crushed poor Skippy with her big legs.  But that was Grace, and
Lisa knew she was just a young, incredibly built eighteen year
old girl who obviously enjoyed dominating her puny older
stepbrother.  This was Alicia, and she was bigger, stronger, ten
years older and much more experienced than Grace, she obviously
had her own ideas on how to dispose of a pesky little man like
Mike.

She squeezed and flexed her muscular legs with one continuous
surge of pure unrelenting power.  Her thighs expanded to their
full, gigantic circumference, mashing together so fast, and
with so much force, Mike never had a chance.  She squashed his
entire midsection, and his stomach simply disappeared into the
snarling mass of muscle she'd clamped around his tiny waist.
Mike was limp in a matter of seconds, the massive clutching
muscles that laced around her monstrous thighs looked like they
were going to bite his little body in half if she squeezed him
any tighter, but Alicia wasn't done.  She held him like that for
an extremely long time, shaking and twisting his hopelessly
trapped body long after he was limp and unconscious.  The
spectators were so quite you could have heard a pin drop.  Lisa
thought he was dead, and so did everyone else.  She couldn't
understand why they hadn't heard his little ribs snap and pop,
they had to be pulverized.  Alicia's enormous legs completely
overwhelmed him, squeezing the poor guy unconscious in only a few
seconds, "Unbelievable", was the only word Lisa could think of,
"Totally Unbelievable."  She lowered her legs and tossed Mike's
mangled and crushed body to the floor, then she rolled over to
her knees and climbed to her feet.  The audience was still in
shock, wondering if Mike was alive, but they gradually got louder
and louder as they applauded her frightening victory.  She broke
the annoying rope that bound her wrists as easy as if it were a
piece of string, and after tying several of the remaining pieces
together, she looped it around Mike's chest and under his arms.
She grabbed his shoes and the rest of his clothing and threw them
out the bedroom door.  She walked to her dresser and scribbled
something down on a piece of paper, then she picked his limp and
disfigured body up off the floor.  She carried him by the rope
she had tied around his chest like he was a bag of dirty laundry.
His midsection looked completely distorted, and his stomach was
shrunken and all crunched up like a twisted paper bag.  Lisa
thought he seemed like a limp rag doll as she effortlessly
carried him towards the door.  She lifted him into the air with
her strong right arm and hung his body from a hook on the back of
the door.  His feet were dangling high off the floor and Lisa
couldn't see how he'd ever get loose 'cause he still looked like
he was dead.  She stuffed the piece of paper down the inside of
his BVDs and closed the door behind her.  The audience erupted
with a loud round of applause, obviously pleased with the way
she'd disposed of him.  Alicia walked across the stage and sat
back down at the weight machine, she continued with her workout
as though nothing had ever happened.  The fancy red curtain
closed across the front of the stage and the room was again pitch
black.  All you could hear were the sounds of whispering female
voices.

Several minutes later the lights came on over the wrestling ring
again.  Grace had returned from backstage and was sitting behind
Sally and Lisa's table.  She apparently knew all about Alicia's
plans for a sudden ending to her little performance and didn't
want to miss the climatic finale.  When Grace stood up and
started walking towards their table, Lisa and Sally watched her
closely.  Lisa was even more surprised by Grace's new appearance,
this didn't look like the same woman she'd seen step into the
ring earlier tonight.  What a fantastic body she had for someone
her age, and the outfit she was wearing was absolutely stunning.
She certainly didn't look like an eighteen year old high school
girl anymore.  She was wearing a bright green, hip-hugging
miniskirt and a revealing halter top with a pair of matching high
heels.  She had to be nearly 6'10" tall as she stood looming over
their table and smiling down at them.  For the first time in her
life, Lisa felt ashamed of her tall, slender body.  Even with her
vast improvement over the last seven months, she looked like a
skinny little girl compared to Grace.

Sally started talking as Grace slithered into a vacant chair at
their table.  "Is Skippy ok honey?  You didn't really hurt him
did you?" she asked, "Oh mom, stop worrying about him will you?,
he's fine.  I took him in the showers with me and he woke up
right away, he's still pretty limp though, and he's got one hell
of a headache" Grace said as she started to laugh.  "He's resting
on a cot in my dressing room, guess I'll have to carry him home
tonight." she added.  Sally looked relieved, Lisa thought she
seemed awfully protective of her older son, but considering the
way Grace had just treated him, it was easy to see why.  Sally
started talking again, "Lisa's been livin' with one of the
therapists from the county hospital Grace, remember little Bobby
Sweet, he's about to become a registered doctor."  "Yeah, I
remember little Bobby, he came to all the Wednesday night shows
for awhile" she said.  "He always sat at this table didn't he
mom?"  "Yeah, that was him honey" Sally answered.  "He hasn't
come around here for a long time now, you got him tied up at home
Lisa?" Grace jokingly asked.  Lisa just smiled as the two women
laughed at her strange comment.  She was preoccupied, thinking
about why her Bobby would frequent a place like "The PlayGround",
especially on Wednesday nights when the entertainment featured
women like Grace and Alicia.  Was her Bobby really attracted to
big, muscular women like them?  Lisa wanted to know what the hell
was going on.  With all this new information from Sally and
Grace, it sure looked like her Bobby had interests she knew
nothing about.  She was going to put all the facts together real
soon, and maybe do a little experimenting of her own.  The crowd
was getting noisy again and it looked like the final show was
about to start.

Part three of the nights entertainment was something completely
new.  Sally and the other owners of "The PlayGround" considered
it to be an experiment, but if things worked out according to
their plans, it was going to become a regular Wednesday night
feature.  The entertainment called for audience participation,
the owners wanted the women to become involved in what they
called "Female Demonstration Wrestling."  Lisa thought a more
appropriate title would have been "Female Domination Wrestling."
As far as she was concerned, that was a pretty good description
of what she had already witnessed.  She couldn't think of a
better way of describing the way Grace had manhandled her little
stepbrother, and as for interpreting Alicia's demolition of Mike,
well it may not have been real wrestling, but the way she
finished him off could surely be described as overwhelming
domination of a man.

Two men entered the lighted area surrounding the wrestling
platform.  They climbed the stairs, stepped through the ropes and
stood in the center of the ring.  They looked like they could
have been twins except the one young man was heavier and much

taller.  It was difficult to estimate their exact sizes, but when
Alicia stepped through the ropes and walked into the ring, she
made them both look small, and she was in her bare feet.   Alicia
was wearing a full length robe that covered her entire body, Lisa
thought this was awfully strange since everyone there had already
seen her incredible assets earlier on stage.  Now she able to
compare the two men to Alicia's towering body, and she estimated
the one man to be about 5'9" tall and 150 lbs.  The smaller guy
looked to be maybe 5'5" tall and 135 lbs.  They both wore
different colored boxer-like shorts, the bigger guy was wearing
black and the little guy's shorts were dark green.  At first it
looked like these two young men were going to wrestle with
Alicia, but when the announcer started talking over the
microphone, it became apparent that she was there for another
reason.

The woman's voice on the microphone said, "We'd like a couple
of volunteers from the audience to wrestle with these two young
men, our first volunteer gets to wrestle with Jimmy here."
Alicia raised the taller man's arm high into the air with her
right hand to signify which young man was Jimmy.  He looked
pretty small standing in front of her, the top of his head was
about level with the bottom of her big tits and when she turned
his body to face the other side of the ring, her towering frame
was so wide that Lisa couldn't even she him standing in front
her.  "Alicia will be your instructor and the acting referee,
she's here to insure that our volunteer's are in no way harmed.
Come on Ladies, this is what you've been waiting for, just think
about it, you can go home tonight and try one of these holds on
your husband or boyfriend,  maybe even teach him a good lesson.
Alicia here is one hell of a good teacher, Come on Ladies !!! You
saw her in action tonight, she'll teach you how to take control
of you man, Who wants to wrestle with Jimmy?" the lady announcer
continued.  Several minutes passed and no one volunteered.

By now it was obvious that many of the women hidden in the dark
seating area wanted to remain anonymous, and that's exactly what
the owners of "The PlayGround" wanted to change.  There was no
need for these women to be ashamed of what was going on here,
they were all here for the same reasons, to watch and fantasize
about being big, tall, muscular women like Grace and Alicia, or
one of the other Wednesday night girls.  Hell, some of these
ladies were already built like that themselves, Sally had seen
them.  The owners wanted them to participate, to come out into
the open and show themselves.  This was their opportunity to get
involved, and it was the owners' first attempt to start changing
things.

After several more minutes passed without any volunteers, Alicia
decided to take matters into her own hands.  She waved her free
hand towards the corner of the room and a microphone dropped from
the ceiling on a long cord.  "OK Ladies" Alicia shouted out, "I
know Jimmy's a little bigger than most of our usual male
wrestlers, but since he's new around here and this is his first
night, I'll wrestle with him myself and show you some holds I
know you'll enjoy.  We still need one volunteer to wrestle with
Tim here, Come on ladies, who wants to wrestle with little
Timmy?"  No one came forward and there still wasn't a single
volunteer.  Alicia slid her hands under Timmy's armpits from
behind and picked him up off the floor, lifting him high in the
air over her head and holding him out in front of her as the
audience laughed and cheered.  "Come on ladies, I won't let him
hurt you" she laughed,  "Timmy's a real light-weight, just look
at him" she said as she easily carried him around the ring.
Alicia was standing directly above Sally and Lisa's table looking
down at Grace.  Her face broke into a wide smile as she nodded
her head in Lisa's direction.  Grace grabbed Lisa by the elbow
and forced her hand high into the air, "I think we have a
volunteer here" she shouted out as she waved Lisa's arm in the
air.  Lisa was taken completely by surprise and she looked
utterly embarrassed, even though she was interested in watching
what Alicia had planned, she had no desire to get into the ring
and participate.  Grace practically lifted her out of her chair
while trying to convince her to get into the ring.  During their
playful, one-sided struggle, she whispered into Lisa's ear
"Timmy's a bigger wimp than Skippy is Lisa, just do what Alicia
tells you and he'll be begging you to stop in no time.  It'll be
fun, you might even like it, you'll get to experience how great
it feels to make a man beg for mercy" she laughed.

Lisa reluctantly climbed into the ring and stood in front of
Alicia's towering body as she held the little man high in the air
over her head.  Both women were barefoot and Lisa was surprised
to see that Alicia was only a few inches taller than her.  Lisa

couldn't understand why Alicia was wearing the robe, she and
everyone else had already seen her incredible body in the
previous show, they all knew what was hiding beneath her long
white robe.  One of the stage hands offered Lisa a pair of tight
red gym shorts and she slipped them on under her skirt.  Alicia
was still holding Timmy high over her head while Lisa removed her
skirt and tossed it out of the ring and onto Sally and Grace's
table.

She walked to the center of the ring and stood facing Alicia.
She lowered the little man into Lisa's arms and started giving
her instructions, "Wrap you arms completely around his chest
honey, and hold him tight enough that you can feel his ribs" she
said.  She left the little guy hanging more than a foot off the
floor in Lisa's tight embrace.  Alicia quickly removed her robe
and tossed it from the ring.  She was wearing the same black
leotard she had warn earlier that night and when the taller man
realized how incredibly muscular she was, he tried to run and
quickly jump from the ring.  His obvious fear was met with a
tremendous round of laughter and cheering from the audience.
Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough, and there really wasn't any
place for him to go.  Alicia quickly grabbed him around the waist
and picked him up off the mat.  Even with his arms flapping and
his legs kicking wildly, she easily wrapped her big arms around
his ribs in the same position she had just instructed Lisa to
use.  Lisa was amazed at how small and light her little partner
was, and she was particularly surprised by how easy it was for
her to hold him helpless with so little effort.  "Now give him a
modest squeeze and test his little ribs" she instructed.  Lisa
hugged him tighter, she could feel his warm breath in her face as
the air was forced from his lungs.  Alicia did the same to her
partner and almost instantly he was gasping for air and waving
his arms all over the place.  Lisa started squeezing her little
partner even tighter and sure enough, Timmy was reacting in the
same way.  She really didn't think she was squeezing him that
hard, but she could tell he was having trouble breathing and he
was trying frantically to wiggle himself free from her
constricting embrace.

Alicia stepped under the microphone and continued with her
instructions.  "Now ladies, when you have your man in a hold like
this with his arms loose, he's gonna try to wiggle himself free,
he might even pull your hair or hit you in the face with his
fists like Jimmy here's trying to do" she said.  "If your strong
enough, all you have to do is give him a quick jolt of pressure
on the ribs, LIKE THIS!."  Lisa was watching closely and after
one mighty jolt from her big powerful arms, Alicia's partner's
was fading fast with his arms hanging by his sides.  She carried
him to different areas of the ring and repeatedly jolted his body
with additional crushing pressure to his ribs for everyone to
see.  Jimmy had completely lost his will to fight and Alicia was
obviously in control now.  Everyone was watching Lisa and waiting
for her to do the same thing.  She jolted Timmy with a modest
burst of pressure and he groaned out loud.   He started to wave
his arms and tug painfully on her curly auburn hair. She squeezed
him again with almost all her arm strength and sure enough, he
immediately stopped.  With one more crushing jolt that made him
gasp out loud, she squeezed the remaining fight from Timmy's
little body.

Lisa was genuinely surprised, even though her partner was much
smaller than her, he was bigger than her little Bobby, and she
has just squeezed him into complete submission with her long
arms.  What a wonderful feeling of power and strength was
coercing through her body, and it was giving her a familiar
sensation between her legs too.  Alicia's partner was definitely
worse off, not only was she bigger and more muscular than Lisa,
she was experienced, and she was strong enough to make it look
easy.  She manuvered Jimmy's body into a more complete bearhug,
making sure she had both his arms trapped within her powerful
embrace.  "This is the best way to give your men a hug ladies"
she said into the microphone.  "And you can hold him like
this in bed too" she laughed.  This produced another round of
cheers and laughter from the audience as Alicia paraded around
the ring displaying her captive little partner.  By the time she
was through, Lisa's little partner was starting to struggle
again.  Alicia walked over to her and gave her some additional
instructions.  "Slide your right arm through his legs honey, and
hold him like this" she said.  "Then hug him as tight as you
can."  Both women were holding their men in the same position
again, with one arm between their legs and the other arm around
the shoulders.  Their hands were locked together behind their
backs, squeezing them in another variation of a bearhug.   Their
bodies were positioned horizontally across their chests, pressing
them firmly against their big solid tits.

Lisa was amused when she discovered her little partner had a
tremendous erection.  She could feel his little pecker rubbing on
her firm biceps when she squeezed him tight against her body.  He
was moaning too, and she wasn't sure if it was from her arm and
tits rubbing against his erection or if he was really hurting
from the crushing pressure of her long arms constricting around
his body.  Either way, it felt wonderful having him under her
complete control like this, holding him high off the ground while
he squirmed helplessly in her embrace.  Jimmy was like most of
Alicia's other wrestling partners, totally overwhelmed and
incapable of offering any resistance after only one or two of her
devastating holds.  He wasn't struggling at all now but she was
squeezing him anyway. Lisa thought he looked unconscious.

Alicia carried Jimmy across the ring and whispered into to Lisa's
ear.  "Take two running steps and slam him to the mat honey" she
said, "and don't forget to move your arms out of the way before
he hits the floor" she added.  Lisa did exactly as she was
instructed.  She executed a perfect running power-slam with the
full weight of her tall slender body crashing down on top of him.
When she climbed to her knees and looked down at him, he just
laid there.  His body was totally motionless and appeared to be
knocked out cold.  Lisa could tell he was still excited though,
she could see his little pecker bulging beneath his dark green
shorts, she wondered if Alicia's partner was reacting the same
way.  Alicia stood by the microphone and said "That maneuver
ladies, was very effective, and perfectly executed power-slam,
and this maneuver, is an over the knee backbreaker."  She
suddenly leaned forward and dropped down on one knee, slamming
Jimmy's body across her muscular right thigh.  His spine crackled
audibly as his body was bent horribly backwards until his feet
hit the mat.  It looked and sounded like his back was broken, but
Lisa was close enough to see his arms and legs twitching feebly
so she figured that it really wasn't broken.  "He was going to be
one hurtin' son-of-a-bitch though" she thought to herself.
Alicia dumped his wasted body on the floor like a sack of
worthless trash, then climbed to her feet and smiled down at his
paralyzed little body.  Both ladies stood proudly over their
conquered male opponents while the audience clapped and cheered
their lopsided victories.

Lisa thought the demonstration was over, but Alicia wanted her to
stay in the ring.  "Timmy will come around in a couple of
minutes" she said, "you only knocked the air out of him,  Stay
right here honey, I'm gonna show you how to use your long legs on
one of these little guys."  Alicia must have know what she was
talking about, because several minutes later Timmy started
rolling on the mat and groaning in pain.  Not long after that,
Jimmy too started to move, only he was obviously in a lot
more pain.  Both ladies kneeled down next to their respective
partners and lifted them into a sitting position by grabbing a
handful of their hair.  Alicia knew exactly what she wanted to do
and she continued to give Lisa instructions.  She showed her how
to apply a devastating full-nelson to completely immobilize both
of Timmy's arms.  Lisa was amazed at how effective this hold was,
she fully understood why Skippy was so helpless when Grace
paraded around the ring holding him high off the floor like this,
she could have broken his little neck and dislocated both his
skinny arms at the same time, easily.  While Alicia was applying
the identical hold to poor Jimmy, she showed Lisa how to position
herself behind her partner and wrap her long legs around his
skinny waist.  Lisa watched Alicia's every move, sitting as close
as they were in the ring, she couldn't believe the enormous size
and muscularity of Alicia's long legs as she slowly wrapped them
around Jimmy's waist.  He was definitely raw meat about to be put
through the grinder.  Lisa wrapped her equally long legs around
Timmy's waist the same way and now they were both ready to use
their long legs on their helpless little captives.

"Try not to break their ribs" she said, "but remember, the
audience loves to hear them beg" she laughed.  Lisa could see why
it was so difficult for women like Grace and Alicia to keep from
severely injuring their wrestling partners.  These guys were
really helpless like this, and the women in the audience were
truly bloodthirsty.  They were shouting out all kinds of
commands, "Crush him with your big thighs Alicia, Make him beg
for mercy.  Squeeze that little guy honey, Come on big red, show
that little man what a pair of long legs can do."

Lisa squeezed her long legs tightly around the little man's waist
and he instantly started begging her to stop.  She could feel his
little ribs pressing against the insides of her long thighs as
she slowly increased the pressure.  "Please-e-e stop, your gonna
break my ribs, Please-e-e don't hurt me, Please-e-e-e" he cried.
Lisa wasn't even squeezing him that hard but she could definitely
feel his ribs bending inward against the pressure of her thighs.
She wondered if the combination of her legs being so long and her
past months of working out had given her this unknown strength,
"or maybe," she thought to herself, "it was just Timmy acting
like a pathetic little wimp."  She looked down at Timmy and tried
to imagine herself possessing legs like Grace or Alicia's.  "What
a power trip that would be," she thought, "I could crush this
little guy like a bag of chips, easily, or squeeze his little
head till he comes in his pants like Skippy did."  What a

perfectly evil imagination she had, and like it or not, it was
turning her on and giving her that wonderful sensation between
her legs again.  Alicia always had her own way of dealing with
her little wrestling partners, and Jimmy was no exception.  She
was going to tease him for a while before giving him a true
sample of her incredible leg strength.  She tilted his head
forward with her hands behind his neck and forced him to look
down at her monstrous thighs.  "Look how skinny your waist is
compared to my big thighs little man" she said.  "I'll bet you've
never seen thighs this big and muscular before, have you?  I hope
your enjoying your first night here at "The PlayGround" Jimmy? I
know I've sure enjoyed having you here" she laughed.  Alicia
wasn't really squeezing him at all, in fact she'd opened he legs
just wide enough to allow him to see how much bigger around her
thighs were than his skinny waist, but when she crossed her
ankles again and started to clamp her big thighs together, he
started begging her not to crush him before she even started.
"No-o-o, No-o-o, Please don't do this to me, Please-e-e, your

legs are too big, You'll break my ribs, Please-e-e, Please-e-e
don't hurt me" he pleaded.  "It only hurts for a little while"
she laughed.  Alicia squeezed her mighty legs together around his
skinny waist, the pressure was so intense that she forced all the
air from his lungs with her first squeeze.  She apparently didn't
like to waste time, that was obvious, especially with a first
time, new recruit like Jimmy.  She didn't want to rough him up
too much, but she definitely wanted him to remember his first
night in the ring with her.

Jimmy couldn't breathe, he couldn't even beg for mercy now, and
he sure as hell wasn't going to break loose.  Alicia removed her
hands from behind his neck and leaned back on to her elbows.  She
slowly increased the pressure of her muscular thighs scissoring
around his waist.  She was watching him closely to see the effect
it was having on him, breaking in a newcomer was always a lot of
fun.  Lisa made sure Timmy was watching too, she twisted his head
to the side with her hands and forced him to look at them.  Timmy
looked frightened to death, he was obviously glad it wasn't him
trapped between those monstrous thighs.  He knew all about
Alicia, and he knew about her deadly legs.  He'd never really
seen her in action before but he definitely didn't like being
in the same ring with her.  "She could kill a man with those
gigantic legs" he thought to himself, "easily, maybe even by
accident."  By now Jimmy's face was turning bright red, and his
blood-shot eyes looked like they were gonna' pop right out of his
skull.  His mouth was moving and his tongue was sticking straight
out.  He wasn't able to make any noise, but you could almost hear
him mouthing out the words "STO-O-P-P-P, PLEASE-E-E STOP-P-P
SQUE-E-E-EZING ME !!!"  Alicia slowly lifted her long muscular
legs off the mat and raised Jimmy's body into the air.  "Welcome
to The PlayGround Jimmy" she laughed, and with a tiny flexing
jolt that quivered through her monstrous thighs, Jimmy's first
night at "The PlayGround" came to an abrupt end.  The muscles
displayed on her long flexing legs looked like they were etched
in stone, she twisted her hips from side to side and made the
muscles in her thighs stand out and swell prominently beneath her
darkly tanned skin.  Jimmy's waist was mangled somewhere in
between them.  She held him there for quite a long time, just to
show everyone that he was totally limp and unconscious.  She
lowered him to the mat and unhinged her monstrous thighs from
around his fractured waist.  She let his mangled body roll
lifelessly off her big thigh, it finally came to rest in the
corner of the ring.

Now the attention was focused on Lisa and Timmy.  Alicia climbed
to her feet and stood behind them looking down.  She dropped down
to one knee and whispered into Lisa's ear.  "Squeeze him honey,
squeeze him till he begs you to stop and then just hold it there,
the audience will love it" she laughed.  Lisa did exactly what
she was told, she squeezed Timmy so tight he thought he was gonna
die, and when he started begging her to stop, the microphone
overhead dropped down to amplify his pleading voice.  Lisa didn't
know if her legs were strong enough to actually break his ribs or
not, but she could feel them giving way as she continued to
increase the pressure.  Timmy must have been an experienced
begger, cause he sure sounded that way to Lisa.  He kept going on
and on and on, and the crowd was lovin' it.  "Please stop, your
gonna break my ribs, Please, Please, Stop squeezing me, I can't
breathe, I can't breath, NO! NO! MY RIBS, YOUR BREAKING MY RIBS,
MY RIBS-S-S-S, CRRACKKKK!!!!"

Lisa felt so incredibly powerful, even though Alicia and Grace
were clearly bigger and more muscular, this was truly a rewarding
experience for her, and she wished it would never end.  Eight
months ago she had trouble lifting her own dirty laundry, but
tonight she had actually picked up a 135 lb. man and literally
crushed him into submission with just her arms.  And now, that
same little man was trapped helplessly between her long stretched
out legs and begging her for mercy.  Grace was right, the
sensation that was rushing through her body was truly
indescribable, it was damn near orgasmic.  She was so overwhelmed
by the intensity of this wonderful sensation, she wasn't even
thinking about poor Timmy any more, or listening to his pathetic
pleading.  A surprisingly loud cracking sound, that echoed over
the microphone, brought her back to reality.  She suddenly

realized she'd actually broken one of Timmy's ribs.  She quickly
opened her legs and looked down to see the poor little man
rolling painfully on the mat and holding his left side.  She rose
to her feet and looked down at him.  Lisa was worried, but Alicia
was standing behind her and laughing, she thought it was funny.
Both women stood towering over the injured little man cowering at
their feet.

All of a sudden Timmy started kissing and rubbing his pathetic
little mouth and hands all over Lisa's long slender legs.  She
didn't know what the hell was going on, but whatever he was
doing, it felt absolutely wonderful.  Lisa let his hands and lips
wonder freely up and down her long legs.  She gradually came to
the realization that Timmy was truly frightened of what she could
do to him with her long powerful legs.  He was actually
worshiping her, or her legs anyway, and begging her not to use
them on his fractured little body.  The audience was going crazy,
hootin' and hollering and clapping their hands as they watched
Timmy kiss and fondle his way around Lisa's long legs.  Alicia
stepped over and straddled him with her monstrous legs while he
was kneeling at Lisa's feet, she wanted to make sure she got her
share of attention too, especially since Jimmy was still out cold
in the corner of the ring.  Timmy covered every inch of Lisa's
long legs with his shaking little hands and talented hot lips,
and when he gently kissed his way up her long inner thighs,
moving his lips ever so slowly from thigh to thigh before burying
his weeping face in her sensitive crotch, the sensation was so
wonderful her legs began to wobble and she almost fell to the
floor.  Fortunately, Alicia was there to hold her up, and the
lights suddenly dimmed over the wrestling ring.  Alicia was
pissed that they hadn't let Timmy continue, she didn't want the
evening to come to such an abrupt ending.  "You're not done yet
little man, you're coming back stage with me" she said.  Alicia
easily picked Timmy up off the floor and laid him across her
broad right shoulder as she stepped from the ring and carried him
back to her dressing room.  Timmy was in no position to complain.

Two stage hands removed Jimmy's body on a stretcher, Lisa was
sitting at her table with Sally and Grace when they carried him
by.  Grace and Lisa were the centers of attention.  Women
from the audience who had seen the show kept stopping by their
table to meet them and comment on their performances.  Many of
the women appeared to physically fit, wealthy business types, or
former professional athletes with highly developed muscles on
their arms and legs.  Sally knew that after a few more
demonstrations like tonight, these ladies would be eager to
participate, and ready to make changes at home too.  She offered
Lisa the opportunity to return the following Wednesday night and
continue with her "Demonstration Wrestling" instructions.  She
even offered her money, $500 bucks for every Wednesday night she

returned to the ring.  Lisa couldn't make up her mind, she didn't
know what to do.  She'd already injured one little man in the
ring, and she still had to decide what to do about her Bobby.
Grace decided to take Lisa back stage and show her around, she
wanted to talk to her in private and she thought it might have a
positive influence on her decision.

Back stage reminded Lisa of a health club, there were lockers
lining several walls and five or six private dressing rooms.  The

place was exceptionally clean, and the carpeting and decor
appeared to be brand new.  Three of the dressing room doors had
names on them, one said "Alicia" in big gold letters surrounded
with gold stars.  Another said "Grace" in silver lettering
surrounded with silver stars, and the third door, right next to
the stage entrance, said "MEN" in plain blue letters.  Grace led
Lisa into her dressing room and closed the door behind them.

There on a cot, wrapped in a towel and curled up in the corner of
Grace's large dressing room, was Skippy.  He was asleep, just
like she'd told Sally.   "You really should consider mom's offer
Lisa" Grace said.  "It's a great opportunity, $500 bucks a night
to start and with Alicia's free instructions, you can't lose" she
laughed, "Literally."  Lisa had to laugh too, Grace was right, it
definitely was a winning opportunity, and combined with Alicia's
expert instruction, it was an offer that was hard to resist.  The
only questionable aspect of the whole deal was Bobby, and the
possibility of losing him forever.  When Lisa told Grace about
her fears of losing Bobby, she actually started to laugh, "You've
got to be kidding Lisa" Grace laughed,  "If we're talking about
the same Bobby Sweet that mom and I know, he'll absolutely
worship you" she said.  "Do you really think so?" Lisa asked.  "I
know it for sure" Grace answered, "And if we do this right, and
keep it real hush hush, you'll be able to wrap him around your
muscular little finger, easily." she said as she started to laugh
again.

Grace moved a little closer to Lisa and put her arm around her
shoulders, "You know Lisa" she whispered, "If you really want
to?  We could add some serious muscle to this body of yours and
you could turn Bobby into your own personal muscle slave.  He'd
be just like Skippy" she laughed, "You could make him do whatever
you want him to do, or else" she laughed again.  "Oh I don't know
about that" Lisa said, "I really love Bobby and I don't want to
hurt him either.  Right now I'm not even sure if he likes muscles
on a woman."  "Look at it this way Lisa" Grace said.  "Bobby's a
physical therapist and nutritional expert right?  He helps people
rebuild their muscles and recuperate there bodies for a living,
Why the hell wouldn't he like to see muscles on you?  You saw how
excited Skippy was tonight didn't you? I actually made him come
in his pants in front of all those people" she giggled, " and you
should see Alicia work him over when she stops by our house and
mom's not around.  I'll bet little Timmy had a hardon out there
tonight too, didn't he?" Grace laughed.  Lisa was laughing now
too, she had to agree, everything Grace said was true.  "I'll
tell you what Lisa, you go home and figure out if we're talking
about the same Bobby Sweet, but starting on Monday, you and I are
gonna' workout together.  I'll show you my whole exercise routine
and you can practice with Skippy if you want to.  Before you
know it Lisa, you'll be as big and strong as I am, maybe even
bigger.  If what mom told me about you is true, that's a definite
possibility."  "What do you mean Grace?" Lisa asked, "What did

Sally tell you about me?"  "Oh, she just told me about your
eating disorder and why you were admitted to the county hospital.
She couldn't stop talking about how much you've changed over the
last eight months either, she thinks you're still growing, and
from what I've heard, I think she might be right."

Lisa thought it was getting awfully late and she wanted to start
home.  Grace wanted her to stay, "stick around for a few minutes
while I wake Skippy up" she said with a smile.  "We'll be leaving
soon too, but there's something I want to show you before we
leave."  Skippy looked entirely out of it, he was still all
curled in a big terrycloth towel and sleeping like a baby.  Grace
placed her finger over her lips and signaled for Lisa to be
quiet.  She calmly stepped over to the corner of the room where
Skippy was sleeping and grabbed hold of the towel.  She suddenly
lifted it into the air and started laughing as the towel
unraveled and Skippy's body twisted helplessly in the air.  She
flipped his little body with so much force, he actually spun
around twice in mid-air, before he finally fell down and bounced
onto the cot.  He was totally naked now, and thoroughly startled
by what had just happened.  He was groggy and half asleep as he
tried to rub the sleepiness from his tired, blood-shot eyes.
"Wake-up sleepy head, it's time to go home" Grace laughed.

Skippy sat on the edge of the cot covering his privates and
looking up at his towering young stepsister.  Grace was still
decked out in her 4" heels and revealing little mini-skirt, and
with Skippy sitting naked before her, their incredible difference
in size and muscularity presented an almost laughable comparison.

They certainly didn't look like a brother and sister from the
same family, Grace was absolutely enormous compared to her skinny
older stepbrother.  Not only was she bigger, taller, and
phenomenally more muscular than him, she had this blase attitude
about the fact that she could easily dominate him with her
abundant muscle.  At times she actually teased him about it and
seemed to dare him to fight back and challenge her superiority.
Physically, there really wasn't much to compare, Lisa thought
Grace made him look like a puny, adolescent child, but the way
she treated him left no doubt that he had been reduced to the
humble position of her own personal slave.  "Skippy, I want you
to meet Lisa, she's new around here, and starting on Monday,
she's going to be working out with me in our private gym."
Skippy looked up at Lisa and acknowledged her presence with a
half hearted smile, he'd been through this before with several of
the other Wednesday night wrestlers who stopped by their house on
a regular basis.  "Lisa's going to be one of our special
Wednesday night wrestlers for the next few months Skippy, won't
that be great?" Grace laughed as she smiled down at her older
brother.  Skippy knew what Grace really meant was that he was
going to be seeing a lot more of Lisa over the next few months
whether he liked it or not.  If she was coming to their house to
workout with Grace and practice her wrestling moves in their
basement gym, he was going to get a workout too, and that meant
double trouble for him.

"Well Skippy, unless you want me to take you home buck naked like
that, you better start cleaning up around here" Grace said.
"Come on little Bro', you know the routine, get moving" she
laughed.  Skippy slowly stood up and with his head hanging low

like a child being punished, started picking up Grace's dirty
clothing strewn throughout her dressing room.  He kept stuffing
all the items, sneakers, sweatsuits, leotards, and under
garments, into her colorful oversize gym bag laying in the corner
of the room.  He was naked the entire time too, and he never said
a single word.  Grace just stood there with her arms folded under
her huge, partially exposed breasts looking down on him like he
was some little boy whose mother was forcing him clean up his
room.  While Skippy was busy picking things up on one side of the
room, Grace would deliberately move across the room to a
different spot so she could stand directly over a piece of
undiscovered clothing.  Then she would assume the same position,
with her smiling face and towering body looming high over his
head as she pointed to the spot on the floor and watched him
scamper across the room, stoop between her long muscular legs,
and pick it up.  She did it three or four times too, and the last
time, while he was kneeling between her straddling legs, she
suddenly flexed her monstrous thighs right in front of his face.
Skippy must have thought she was going to slam her big legs
around his head again, because he was so scared he actually
jumped backwards from between her long threatening legs and fell
on his ass at her feet.  Lisa almost started to laugh out loud,
Skippy not only looked like a skinny little boy compared to
Grace, she had him acting like one too.  He was obviously
frightened to death of what she might do to him with her long
muscular legs and she was lovin' every minute of it.  Lisa
couldn't help but think this whole scene was leading up to
something, but she couldn't figure out what Grace was planning
to do.

When everything was picked up, and the floor was absolutely
spotless, Grace walked slowly around the room and inspected it.
She stopped in front of one of her lockers, removed the lock and
tossed Skippy his clothes.  Lisa could see Grace had something
rolled into a tiny ball in her big right fist and she thought she
knew what it was.  Skippy slipped on his socks and T-shirt, and
then started sifting through his shirt and pants, obviously
looking for a particular piece of clothing.  "Is this what you're

looking for little brother?" Grace giggled as she dangled his
small white BVDs in front of him.  "Come on Grace, gimme' my
fuckin' shorts will ya?" Skippy said.  "Sorry little Bro', but
you're gonna' have to come and get them" Grace laughed.  Skippy
walked over to reach for his shorts but Grace lifted them up
higher and held them over his head just beyond his reach.  When
he jumped up to grab them, Grace lifted them higher and then
lowered them down again.  Lisa thought this whole scene would
have made a good skit for the stage show, she was laughing pretty
hard and watching Skippy's shriveled little penis bounce up and
down every time he jumped for his shorts.  Grace was determined
not to let him have them, and she kept dangling them just beyond
the reach of his outstretched arms as she laughed at his pathetic
attempts to jump and retrieve them.

Then Grace started to playfully prance around the room while she
twirled Skippy's little white shorts high over her head on one
finger.  Skippy was following right behind her.  Every couple of
steps he would leap into the air trying to grab hold of his
shorts until finally, out of sheer frustration, he jumped onto
her broad back with one hand over her shoulder and snatched them
right off her finger.  Apparently that's exactly what Grace
wanted him to do because as soon as he jumped up on her back, she
backed up and smashed him against the wall.  His feet were more
than a foot off the floor and she leaned forward and pinned him
securely in place with her big solid ass.  Lisa was surprised and
giggling out of control, but Grace was laughing hysterically.
She had Skippy trapped right where she wanted him.  Her tight
little mini-skirt was bunched up around her waist and her bikini
panties appeared to be so small it looked like she was wearing
nothing but a tiny G-string.  She must have had a tremendously
hairy pussy too, because her bushy blond forest was clearly
visible protruding from all three sides of the little triangular
patch fastened strategically between her legs.  She rubbed her
muscular ass cheeks against his helplessly trapped body and
crushed him firmly against the wall.

"Feel it Skippy, feel how solid and firm my big muscular ass is"
Grace giggled, "Alicia says you like this Skippy, I'll bet it
feels really good too doesn't it little Bro'? And don't forget
these big muscular thighs Skippy, why I'll bet they could hold
you like this all night long, easily.  Is that what Alicia does
Skippy? Does she trap you with her big muscular ass and hold you
helpless? Is that what you like Skippy? Big powerful women with
overwhelming asses? Is that what turns you on little Bro'?"
Grace knew exactly what she was doing to her helplessly trapped
stepbrother.  She was trying to prove a point, and as usual,
Skippy was her helpless to resist victim.  She could feel his
little erection getting harder by the second as she flexed her
long powerful legs and bashed his little pecker between her
muscular ass cheeks.  She kept wiggling her big butt and sliding
his little body up and down the wall as she clenched her mighty
ass muscles tight and squeezed his little cock.  Grace knew the
effect this was having on her helpless little stepbrother, and
poor Skippy had no choice but to keep up his part in their
one-sided ordeal.

Grace suddenly stepped away from the wall and let Skippy's body
slide to the floor.  She quickly turned around and picked him up
with her hands under his armpits and held him out in front of
her.  Skippy had a raging hardon, it was actually quite large for
a man his size, and it was exactly what Grace wanted to see.

She flipped him around and held him in the air for Lisa to see.
"Told ya Lisa" Grace laughed.  "See, Skippy couldn't help it, he
got a hardon in less than two minutes, Big Women with Big Muscles
really turn these little guys on.  You gotta' do this Lisa, you
gotta, imagine how much fun it'll be taking control of Bobby."
Lisa thought about her Bobby as she looked at Skippy dangling
helplessly in Grace's arms, he really did have a big dick for
such a puny little man.  Lisa's face broke into a wide, ear to
ear smile, one thing she did have was a vivid imagination.

When Skippy's feet touched the floor his legs wobbled so much
Lisa and Grace both started to laugh again.  Grace picked up his
little white shorts and playfully tossed them across the room.
They landed directly on top of Skippy's little feet.  "Put your
pants on Skippy, and tuck your little willy away, if Alicia finds
you like that she'll keep you here all night" Grace laughed.
Skippy got dressed and conspicuously left his shirt-tail hang
down around his privates.  Both girls realized what he was doing
and started giggling as they walked towards the dressing room
door.  Grace nudged Lisa with her elbow and said "Don't forget my
gym bag Skippy, I need that stuff for tomorrow's workout."  Lisa
and Grace stood by the door as they watched him retrieve her
heavy oversized gym bag.  He grabbed the handles of the bag with
one hand and tried to lift it off the floor, no dice, the bag
barely moved.  He tried to lift the bag again, this time using
both hands and bending his knees as he straddled the bag between
his legs.  The bag cleared the floor by about two inches and he
struggled to carry it half way across the room before letting it
fall to the carpet.  "Come on Skippy, it can't be that heavy"
Grace laughed, "it's only my dirty clothes and a couple of warmup
dumbbells" she giggled.  Skippy tried to lift the bag again but
he could only drag it another foot or two before his knees gave
out and he collapsed on the floor.  Grace casually walked over to
where Skippy laid and kneeled down between him and the colorful
gym bag.  With one hand gripping the handles of the bag and the
other wrapped around Skippy's waist, she stood up and easily
lifted them both off the floor at the same time.

"Lets go wimpy, we haven't got all night" she laughed as she
smiled down at him and hugged him tightly against her hip.  She
nonchalantly flipped the heavy bag over her shoulder and exited
the room with Skippy in tow.  Grace wanted to tell Alicia the
good news, that Lisa was going to be returning for at least a few
more Wednesday night shows.  She set Skippy back on his feet and
just as she was about to knock on Alicia's dressing room door,
she heard a loud smacking sound coming from inside the room.
"Whack! Whack! Whack-Whack-Whack," and then the sound of someone
crying.  The smacking sound started again, and this time it
sounded like it wasn't going to stop for quite some time. "Whack-
Whack-Whack-Whack-Whack-Whack-Whack-Whack-Whack-Whack-Whack." "I
don't think this would be a good time to disturb Alicia, what do
you think Skippy?" Grace said as she turned around smiling.
Skippy looked scared to death, and he was trying to hide behind

Grace's towering body as he peeked around her big thighs and wide
hips.  "Sounds like Timmy's a slow learner doesn't it Skippy?"
she said as she opened the stage door and they exited through the
empty wrestling arena.

Grace made Skippy wait in the car while she walked Lisa to her
vehicle.  "Try and buy yourself a couple of baggy sweatsuits to
workout in Lisa, big enough to give you room to grow" Grace
laughed.  "See you on Monday, four o'clock sharp" she said before
leaving.  Lisa arrived home at exactly two o'clock, Bobby was
still at work and wouldn't be home till well past four.  After
showering and changing into her night gown, she decided to have a
look around Bobby's cluttered home office.  She felt awfully
strange sneaking around the house she had lived in for eight
months as she sifted through Bobby's personal belongings.  But it
was all for a good cause, she simply had to find out about
Bobby's activities before they had met.  After looking through
most of the drawers in Bobby's desk, she opened the last
drawer on the bottom right hand side.  She recognized the book on
top immediately, it was her workout diary, or at least it looked
like her workout diary.

She opened the book and started to read it's contents, she
quickly realized it wasn't her own personal workout diary, but
something very similar.  It was Bobby's handwriting and his
personal account of her amazing physical progress over the last
eight months.  Many of the weekly entries were identical to those
in Lisa's diary, but in between those entries were Bobby's
personal and diagnostic comments.  There were several chemical
formulas too, but most of the entries were Bobby's thoughts about
her continued growth and development.  Lisa only had to read two
or three sentences before the pieces started to fall into place.
"Today I watched Lisa benchpress 135 lbs,(easily) and then she
leg-pressed almost 300 lbs,(just as easily).  Her strength is
phenomenal and she doesn't even realize it.  She has no idea that
most people aren't that strong, including me.  My latest
measurements of her height and weight indicate that: (1) her most
recent weight increases have been the result of continued muscle
development. (2) she has grown almost 2" taller in the last eight
months. (3) she is definitely growing taller and will continue to
gain weight and become more muscular with additional exercise."

Lisa set the diary down on the desk and thought about what she
had just read.  "Bobby's expert opinion is exactly what Sally
told Grace about me, that I'm still growing" she thought to
herself.  Lisa looked at the clock, it was only three o'clock
which gave her ample time to read more of Bobby's personal
comments on her physical progress.  She flipped a few pages and
started to read the last couple of entries in the back of his
diary.  What she read was exactly what she was looking for.

"I have continued to add supplements to Lisa's dietary drinks on
a regular basis.  She already has a beautiful body but I want her
to add more muscle.  She is developing into the woman of my
dreams, My Muscle Goddess, I Love Her with All My Heart and pray
that she doesn't abandon me."  Lisa was ecstatic, all her fears
were melting away.  She felt so wonderful she had chills running
up and down her spine.  If Bobby would have walked through the
door at that moment, she very well might have smothered him with
affection.  She couldn't wait to get her hands on him, she knew
at that very moment she could have hugged him till he passed out.
Lisa closed the diary and placed it back in the desk.  Before she
closed the drawer, she noticed a small pamphlet that was folded
and stuffed in bottom left corner, just below Bobby's journal.
She opened it up and read the fancy lettering on the cover,
"Wednesday Night Special", Welcome to "The PlayGround."  The date
on the cover was exactly eight months ago, Bobby had been there,
Grace and Sally were right.

Lisa knew what she wanted to do right then and there, she was
going to give Bobby Sweet exactly what he wanted, and probably a
whole lot more than he ever expected.  She made sure everything
was returned to it's original position before leaving Bobby's
study.  She quickly ran upstairs and climbed into bed.  She woke
up early the next morning and leaned over to see Bobby curled up
beside her in bed.  He looked so adorable she had to fight the
urge to just pounce on him.  She wanted to hug him and squeeze
him and love him till he begged her to stop, but that would have
to wait till later, because starting today, she was going to
concentrate on molding herself into Bobby's "Muscle Goddess"
dream girl.  All morning she made sure she didn't do anything out
of the ordinary when Bobby was around.  She cooked one of his
favorite foods for lunch and as usual, she drink one of his
special organic shakes with her meal, but as soon as Bobby left
for work, she started with her new routine.

The first place she went was the local sporting goods store, and
there she purchased the sweatsuits Grace told her to buy.  She
had to buy the XX-Large (&Long) size to fit her properly since
her arms and legs were so damn long.  Next stop was the shoe
store, where she wanted to buy at least one pair of 4" high heels
to practice walking in.  Since she was always tall, even as a
young girl, she never owned a pair of high heels, but after
seeing Alicia and Grace prance around the other night with their
heels on, she had to buy a pair for herself.  She couldn't get
over how long and sexy they seemed to make Grace's legs look, and
the way they made Alicia's thighs and calves flex when she walked
across the stage was truly alluring.  That was the way she wanted
to look, and that's why she bought the bright red 4" heels she
saw in the store's front window.  Her final two stops were at a
tall women's clothing store and the local stationary shop.  She
purchased several long, ankle length night gowns, an equally long
terrycloth bath robe and a lacy black teddybear nightie that she
simply couldn't resist.  At the stationary store she bought a new
book to maintain her daily workout results.  If she was going to
keep her vital statistics a secret from Bobby, she knew she was
going to have to keep her body covered and her workout stats
private.  She was still going to maintain her original workout
diary, but the entries were going to be toned down and a lot less
than what she knew she was capable lifting.

The weekend passed without drawing any special attention from
Bobby, and now it was Monday.  Lisa was anxious to begin her
workouts with Grace, she wanted to know what was so special about
her exercise routine.  She couldn't imagine how a woman could get
so incredibly muscular at her young age.  She knew Grace's
towering height was purely genetic.  She was so tall for the same
reasons Skippy was so puny, but the muscles didn't just grow on
her that way, it had to be her workout routine.  It wasn't long
before she knew the answer.

At four o'clock sharp, Lisa arrived at Sally's house.  Her first
impression was one of complete surprise, she couldn't believe
how big this place was.  From the looks of this huge beautiful
home, "The PlayGround" was obviously a very profitable business
for Sally and Grace.  She rang the bell and Skippy answered the
door.  When Lisa first saw him open the door she started laugh,
she realized it was the first time she'd seen him fully clothed.
He certainly looked different, and he must have been dressed for
work because he looked really sharp.  After saying "Hello" to
Lisa and pointing her towards the basement door, he left the
house in a hurry, jumped into his car and drove off.  Lisa
entered the basement and as she started down the stairs, she
could hear the sound of rock music blaring on a stereo.
Periodically, the pounding beat was overpowered by the clanging
of heavy barbells.  She walked into the main room and was greeted
by Grace.  "Hi Lisa, glad you could make it" Grace said.

Grace was dressed in a baggy gray sweatsuit just like the one
Lisa had on, only Lisa's sweatsuit was a colorful baby blue.
"Take a look around and tell me what you think" Grace said as she
sat on an exercise bicycle and started peddling away.  Lisa took
her time walking around the large subdivided room that was
converted into Grace's private gym.  It was hard to believe that
this had once been a plain cement basement.  It was decorated and
fully equipped just like a health club.  The largest of the three
rooms was filled with Nautilus equipment, several types of weight
benches, and a ton of free weights.  All of it was made of shiny
polished chrome.  The second room was obviously for wrestling, it
had thick padded mats on the floor and the walls were covered
with the same mats to about six feet in height.  Lisa guessed the
room was about the size of a standard wrestling ring but she
didn't know for sure.  The third room was the smallest.  It
contained a shower, a sauna, a big posing mirror and a massage
table in the center of the room.  She also noticed a small
refrigerator in the corner and a couple of benches to sit and
relax on.  Lisa returned to the main equipment room and started
talking to Grace.

"This place is better equipped than Bobby's physical therapy
center, it's really gorgeous Grace, and you have a room for
wrestling and one for relaxing after your workouts too, I love
it" she said.  "Mom and I designed it two years ago" Grace said,
"A lot of girls from the club come here to workout in private,
some of us draw too much attention when we workout in a public
facility" she said with a big smile on her face.  "Anyway, lets
get started, I can't wait to show you how to use all this stuff,
it's really a lot of fun once you get a routine down and your
familiar with all the equipment."

Over the next two hours, Grace showed Lisa how to use most of the
equipment.  She started out by showing her how to stretch and
warm up properly to prevent injury, then they went immediately to
the exercise bicycles where they peddled off ten miles to loosen
up their legs.  The Nautilus equipment was next.  Lisa was
already familiar with some of the exercise equipment, but Grace
showed her the proper form and technique to use which almost
immediately enabled her to increase her lifting ability.  They

ended their workout by using the free weights.  This was
something totally new for Lisa, except for a few dumbbells she
had at Bobby's house, she had never lifted a barbell before in
her life.  She knew how to do benchpresses, but doing it with a
barbell and having to worry about the weight falling down on you
if you couldn't perform the last rep made things difficult.
Grace explained to her that this was the reason for working out
in pairs when using free weights, so one partner could spot and
assist the other when help was necessary.  Grace also explained
her basic technique for lifting free weights, it was simple.
Maximum resistance and low repetition, in plain English this
meant lifting the heaviest weights you could lift, as many times
as you could lift them, without hurting yourself.  Lisa

understood, assisting one another was obviously going to be
necessary if they were going to be using super heavy weights and
maxing-out on the reps.  After using the free weights for almost
an hour, they both stretched again before taking their showers
and spending some time in the sauna.

Lisa returned home after their three hour workout and she was
beat.  After relaxing for several hours and drinking two of
Bobby's nutritional shakes, she decided to practice walking in
her new 4" heels.  She slipped them on and immediately liked the
way they felt.  Her legs were a little stiff from her workout but
the heels seemed to actually ease the pain, especially the tight
muscles in her calves.  She retrieved her new diary and recorded
the results of her first workout.  She wore her heels all evening
and thought it would be a good idea to continue wearing them
around the house whenever Bobby wasn't home.  She knew she needed
to practice to keep her ankles from wobbling and she didn't want
to look like a klutz in public.  When she walked in front of the
full length mirror in their bedroom, she had to stop and take a
second look.  Her calves were bulging out with tightly knotted
muscles and her thighs were flexing noticeably with every step
she took.  She loved that look and she didn't notice how tall
they made her look until she stood directly in front of the
mirror and realized she couldn't see her face without bending
down.  "I'm more than a head taller than Bobby's full length
mirror" she thought to herself as she started to laugh.  She
grabbed her dark eyebrow pencil and made a tiny mark on the wall
that was level with the top of her head.  She walked around the
house leaving similar marks in three of the rooms and next to the
entrance in just about every doorway.  Lisa thought it would be
amusing to glance over top of Bobby's head and estimate their
difference in height if she were wearing her red heels.  Bobby
wouldn't know anything about it and it was going to remain her
own private joke.  She was already much taller than him, but with
her 4" heels on she knew her sudden increase in height would come
as quite a shock.

The next morning Lisa could barely get out of bed, her body was
so sore it was difficult to conceal it from Bobby.  She was glad
he wasn't in the mood for sex lately, she knew it would have been
too painful to endure.  When Lisa arrived at Sally's the next
day, Skippy was leaving at the same time again.  She thought it
was kind of funny that he seemed to leave whenever she got there,
but she never questioned him or said anything to Grace. Tuesday's
workout was much lighter, Lisa and Grace only used the Nautilus
equipment and they skipped the free weights because Lisa was so
sore.  In the days ahead, they planned to use all the equipment
and workout every day when Lisa was able to keep up, but for the
time being, they decided to lighten up and concentrate on new
wrestling holds.  The first thing Grace showed Lisa was why she
broke Timmy's rib, the explanation was simple.  She was
squeezing him from behind and applying all the pressure to his
lower ribs.  That was fine, if you wanted to break some guys
ribs, but she showed her the best way to squeeze an opponent's
waist.  "It's much better if you twist their body sideways and
apply pressure to the fleshy part of their stomach" she said.
"That way, you can crush the shit out of them like Alicia does
without breaking their ribs.  I'm telling you this now Lisa
because as you get stronger, you'll see how easy it could be to
really hurt these little guys, and when we start wrestling with
Skippy, we can't break any of his bones or mom will get upset"
Grace explained.

Practicing wrestling holds with Grace wasn't exactly what Lisa
had in mind when she agreed to workout with her, but it was an
experience she knew she would never forget.  Grace knew exactly
how much pressure to apply to every hold to make it
excruciatingly painful, and she made it brutally obvious that she
could hold you like that, whether you liked it or not, for as
long as she wanted to with only the slightest effort on her part.
Several times, she playfully wrestled Lisa into totally
inescapable positions, and she held her like that while she told
her what she'd done wrong.  When she was through with the
lecturing, she would roll into a more favorable position so she
could wrap her enormous thighs around Lisa's head or body.  Grace

never really squeezed her with her muscular legs, but she held
them so close Lisa never knew what to expect.  She would continue
to manipulate her helplessly trapped body until she was trapped
in an even more exposed position, then she would close in with
her big legs again.  At one point, Grace had Lisa pinned to the
mat while she straddled her head with her enormous thighs.  When
she closed her big legs just enough to hold her head firmly in
place, Lisa was absolutely terrified.  She was helpless, and so
vulnerable, and Grace's legs were so damn huge and muscular she
didn't even try to escape, she just prayed that she wouldn't
squeeze her head into a bloody pulp.  Lisa suddenly realize
exactly what Grace was doing to her, she was trying to teach her
how to instil this kind of fear in her opponents, and she wanted
to show her how frightening it was to be trapped between two
enormous muscular thighs.  She didn't need a repeat performance,
Lisa got the point right away.  They continued to wrestle for one
more hour with Grace playing the part of the helpless victim.
Even when Lisa had Grace in the same painful holds, it simply
wasn't the same.  Lisa felt like she was in control, and the
practice was definitely doing her good, but she began to realize
more and more that to compete in the big leagues along side of
Alicia and Grace, she was going to have to add a lot more muscle
to her tall lean body, and to her long shapely legs in

particular.

That night Lisa thought about her afternoon wrestling session
with Grace and how she had completely manhandled and toyed with
her despite their being almost equal in size.  Grace was so
incredibly powerful and strong, Lisa had experienced her awesome
power first hand, "well, at least a portion of her incredible
power anyway" she thought to herself.  And even now, after
wrestling with her one-on-one, she couldn't imagine what it was
like for someone as small and weak as poor Skippy.  She found
herself thinking more and more about a discussion she had with
Grace concerning her unrealistic relationship with her older
stepbrother.

Grace not only demolished and humiliated him in the ring in
front of all those women, she laughingly told Lisa how much fun
it was to totally dominate Skippy at home too, especially when
Sally wasn't home it protect him.  "Sometimes when mom's not
around, I keep Skippy in the basement with me and make him help
me with my workouts" Grace laughed, "I make sure he's watches me
while I pump and work my muscles till they swell and expand so
big they look like they're going to explode.  It totally scares
the shit out of him when he sees my muscles all pumped up and how
much weight I can lift, and that's when the fun really starts
Lisa, you should see him" she laughed out loud with an almost
wicked smile on her pretty face.  "Then, when he least expects
it, right in the middle of one of my exercises, I drop whatever
I'm doing and pick him up and carry him into this little
wrestling room.  He tries real hard to escape, and he screams for
mom to help him too, but I know she's not home and when I close
and lock that door, he's all mine for as long as I want to keep
him here" she said with a smile.  "Usually I just scare the shit
out of him" she laughed, "You know, I twist him into a helpless
pretzel so I can squeeze and rub my big legs all over him.  Then
I like to tell him how easy it would be for me to crush and break
his little body with the powerful muscles in my arms and legs"
she laughed again.  Yeh, Lisa knew what she was talking about,
she knew exactly what it was like to be trapped helplessly with
Grace's powerful muscles coiled around you.  "But every now and
then, just to make sure he fully understands his position around
here, I give him the treatment" she laughed heartily.

Lisa wasn't sure what kind of treatment she was talking about but
Grace's face got real serious looking and she started to tell
her something that took her totally by surprise.  "I know it
sounds strange Lisa" Grace said as she looked her right in the
eyes, "but when I have Skippy trapped between my big legs and
he starts begging and crying for mercy, I just can't resist
taking advantage of the situation, it's like a natural reaction
for me.  I know I can do whatever I want to do to him, but I
usually just reach inside his shorts and play with his little
willy.  The strangest part of it is, when I increase the
squeezing pressure with my muscular thighs, and squeeze him
really tight, he comes in a matter of seconds.  It gives me a
tremendous feeling of strength and power when I force him to
submit like this, and when I feel his little body trembling
helplessly in my crushing embrace, it gives me an incredible
orgasm too, it always has, from the first time I beat him up when
I was a little girl.  It happened in the ring the other night
when you were there with Sally, I had Skippy begging for mercy
and crying for help with his head trapped between my big thighs
in front of your table.  All I did was flex my big legs tightly
around his head and grab hold of his little pecker at the same
time, he came right in my hand, instantly.  I could feel his hot
sperm squirting in my palm and his little body spasming out of
control and I had the most tremendous orgasm of my life, right
there, in front of all those people.  Skippy doesn't know how
close he came to being totally squashed, I almost lost control
out there and yet it was the most wonderful orgasm I've ever
experienced in my life.  I hate to admit it Lisa" Grace said,
"but I've never had this happen with anyone else I've wrestled.
Most of the guys get hardons, and a lot of them come in their
pants before I squeeze them unconscious with my muscular thighs,
but none of them have ever affected me this way."

Lisa didn't have an explanation for Grace's passionate reaction
towards her own stepbrother and she told her so.  She really
didn't see anything wrong with their relationship except that
they were half brother and sister.  Grace didn't care if Skippy
was her half brother or not, it wasn't like they were having sex
with each other.  She was obviously the dominate child in their
family, and as she grew bigger and stronger than Skippy, it
became so easy for her to dominate him, she never really gave it
much thought.  Skippy simply didn't have a choice in the matter,
she was going to continue to do what ever she wanted to do to
him, whenever she felt like it, and there wasn't a damn thing he
could do to stop her.  It had been that way for a long time, and
now more than ever, Grace had her own special reason for
dominating her older stepbrother so thoroughly.  She did have one
or two private thoughts floating around in the back of her mind
though, thoughts she never mentioned to Lisa.  Grace wanted Lisa
to wrestle with Skippy when she was bigger and more muscular, in
the same intimate way she did.  She had to find out if Lisa's
response would be the same as hers.  She also thought about the
possibility of wrestling with little Bobby Sweet, but she didn't
think Lisa would ever agree to that.  Grace not only knew who he
was, she had seen him many times when he attended the Wednesday
night shows at the PlayGround.  She also had a good idea of what
Lisa's little Bobby liked, and she knew if Lisa didn't develop
herself into enough woman for him, there were plenty of other big
women out there who'd love to get their hands on a little doctor
like him, including herself.  Grace was sure she already had what
Bobby was looking for, Lisa knew it to, but what Grace wanted to
know was whether or not he could satisfy her special needs like
Skippy did.

Lisa thought Wednesday's workout was going to be easy since they
were both going to wrestle again that night, but Grace had
different plans.  She liked to lift heavy on Wednesdays, and then
leave right from her workout all pumped up and ready to wrestle.
That's exactly what they did.  Under Grace's expert guidance and
according to her strict routine, Lisa lifted more weight on
Wednesday than she ever did before, and she looked and felt great
when they were through.  They left for the show in their
sweatsuits and got dressed in Grace's dressing room.  Skippy
wasn't needed on this particular night since one of Grace's
regular wrestling partners, Buddy, had fully recovered from his
earlier concussion.

For the next six months, their schedule remained pretty much the
same.  They worked out Monday thru Friday from four until seven
every evening, and on Wednesday nights they wrestled at the
PlayGround.  Grace always wrestled the opening match, and Alicia
usually followed with another skit or an occasional wrestling
match.  The last time slot of the evening was always devoted to
their new event, "Demonstration Wrestling."  It got to be the
most popular portion of the Wednesday night shows.  There were
more than enough volunteers now, and some of the ladies started
bringing their husbands and boyfriends to the show.  Since there
was only room for a select few who were able to volunteer and
participate in the ring, these ladies wanted to practice some of
the holds on their companions right in the audience.  On several
occasions things started to get out of hand and Grace had to be
called in to act as a bouncer.  The owners finally decided to
restrict the entertainment to women only, allowing a few very
select gentlemen to attend for a substantial fee.


Lisa had developed into a excellent Demonstration Wrestler, and
Sally had rewarded her by more than doubling her original $500
pay, and it was all under the table without taxes.  She hadn't
told Bobby a thing about the PlayGround, or all the money she was
earning, and it was starting to get difficult to maintain the
double records and keep him in the dark regarding her remarkable
physical development.  She had grown another inch in the last six
months, and gained a lot of weight.  Bobby had noticed it too and
he told her so, but what he didn't know was that all of the
weight she had gained was solid bulging muscle.  Besides working
out with Grace every day and wrestling with Skippy occasionally,
Lisa still exercised at home regularly in the mornings,
concentrating primarily on her long legs with endurance and
stretching exercises.  Bobby had an old heavy punching bag in the
basement that was hanging from the ceiling, Lisa wasn't into
boxing but it came in handy for practicing her scissor holds.
She loved to jump up and wrap her long arms and legs around it
and squeeze and hug it, pretending it was one of her wrestling
opponents.  She often removed it from the ceiling so she could
sit on the floor and crush the heavy bag between her legs in
various scissoring positions.  It also came in handy for doing
sit-ups, she could lock he long legs around the bag and do her
abdominal exercises.  Sometimes she even used the bag to do leg
lifts, she quickly discovered that squeezing it between her legs
and lifting it off the floor was an extremely good workout for
her thighs and abdominals at the same time.  On one particular
morning, Bobby happened to walk in as she was carrying the heavy
bag back to it's hook in the ceiling.  He offered to help her
lift it into position but she was done before he finished asking.

When Lisa went up stairs a few minutes later, she peeked back
down the stairwell and saw Bobby struggling with the heavy bag
trying to lift it.  It was obviously much to heavy for him to
handle, but as she watched him strain with the weight of the
heavy bag, she began to realize just how much stronger than him
she really was.  That heavy punching bag was light for her to
lift, and she could hold it above her head with her arms fully
extended, easily.  Bobby knew it weighed at least 200+ pounds and
he had just seen her lift it easily.  That's when Lisa knew it
was time to confront Bobby with the truth about her amazing new
strength and development.  She was tired of wearing baggy
sweatsuits around the house all the time, and she hated to wear
those long ankle length night-gowns to bed every night.  She also
wanted to wear her high heels, they made her legs look great and
they felt good too.  It was definitely time to introduce Bobby to
her new body, and she knew it would be fun to watch his shocked
reaction at what she was capable of doing to him with her

overpowering strength.

On Thursday, during their afternoon workout, Lisa told Grace
about her plans with Bobby.  They talked about the numerous
possibilities that were open for her on how to deal with her
current situation, but foremost on her mind was the statement
that Grace had made more than seven months ago, "He'll absolutely
worship you Lisa, I know it for sure" was what she had said, and
Lisa was dying to find out exactly what her Bobby would do.  She
didn't want to take Bobby by force, at least not in the beginning
anyway, she wanted him to realize that his goal had been
achieved, that he had molded her into the woman of his dreams,
his muscle goddess.  She knew that there would be more than
enough time to tame Bobby when he finally realized just how
muscular and powerful she really was.

Thursday afternoon proved to be a rather interesting time at
Sally's house, Lisa was finally ready to confront Bobby with her
highly developed body and she was excited.  Skippy was on his
best behavior because he knew his mother was out of town and not
expected back for another two or three days.  When Grace ordered

him to "get his little ass down into the basement, right now," he
naturally feared for the worst knowing that both she and Lisa
were down there working out.  His fear was greatly reduced when
he realized they only wanted him to record the measurements of
their solid pumped up muscles, a task he had been forced to
perform many times before.  The tremendous difference in muscle
size between Lisa and Grace was no longer apparent, some of the
measurements actually showed that Lisa had grown bigger than
Grace.  Her bust size for example, was several inches larger than
Grace's, and her tits were obviously much bigger around.  Her
enormous cup size, when complemented with a low cut leotard top
like she was wearing on this particular day, allowed her to
display a tremendous amount of cleavage, so much cleavage that
Skippy couldn't take his eyes off it, more cleavage than Grace
could have ever hoped to expose.  But what thrilled Lisa the
most, was the phenomenal development she had achieved in her
lower legs and thighs.  When the two of them stood side by side
towering over Skippy's little body with their legs spread wide in
a relaxed position, their measurements were almost the same, but
when Lisa rose up on her toes and flexed her long legs as hard as
she could, her thighs and calves both out measured Grace's.  The
solid bulging muscles in her big powerful thighs were more than
two inches bigger than hers, and her rock hard, balled up calves
measured more than an inch bigger too.  Skippy couldn't believe
it, and Grace could only admit that what she and Sally had
thought was true, Lisa was still growing, and she undoubtedly had
the potential of growing even bigger if she continued to follow
Grace's remarkable workout routine.

Skippy was just standing there holding the measuring tape and
staring into Lisa's deep cleavage when Grace suddenly grabbed him
from behind and picked him up off the carpet with her hands under
his armpits.  "Come on in here Lisa, I think Skippy wants to look
at your big tits, but I want to see you use those big legs of
yours on his little for a while" she said as she carried his
squirming and struggling little body into the padded wrestling
room.  Grace had shown Lisa a little trick she used to keep
Skippy trapped in her wrestling room so he couldn't escape, she
often hung a 75 lb. weight ring from the latch on the outside of
the wrestling room door.  The weight was far too much for Skippy
to lift with one hand, (or even two hands for that matter), but
it was relatively easy for someone as strong as they were.  Lisa
hung the weight on the latch and slammed the door behind her.
She walked to the far side of the small room and joined Grace.
This was like a nightmare for poor Skippy, he was trapped inside
the small room with the two of them now, and they both just stood
there laughing at him while he struggled with all his strength to
open the door.  "We'll give you five minutes to open that door
Skippy, you better hurry or Lisa's gonna' come and get you" Grace
laughed.  Grace had done this to Skippy so many times in the last
two years she'd lost count.  She loved it when her mother would
leave town for several days at a time because not only was she
left in charge, she was also free to do whatever she wanted to,
and that was usually meant bad news for Skippy.  Grace knew that
Sally wasn't home and there was absolutely no way he was going to
escape the two of them.  She always looked forward to times like
this, when she could trap her little stepbrother and take
advantage of his diminutive size, teasing him about how small and
weak he was compared to her, and now with Lisa there to watch and
join in, it was going to be double the fun.

"Do you know what time it is Skippy?" Grace asked. "Cut it out
Grace, this isn't funny, let me out of here" he said as he pried
at the door.  "It's feeding time Skippy" Grace laughed. "I'm
gonna watch Lisa's big thighs eat you up little Bro', it's time
to pay the price for being such a weak little man with such a big
younger sister" she laughed.  Grace started stalking Skippy
around the room, chasing him like a cat playing with a helplessly
trapped mouse.  When she finally had him cornered, she picked him
up and carried him to the center of the room and set him down in
front of Lisa.  With a big smile on her sexy face, Lisa scooped
him up off the floor with one arm between his legs and the other
wrapped around his shoulder.  She squeezed him tightly against
her big pillowy breasts and felt his warm breath as she forced
the air from his lungs.  When she knew he was sufficiently
weakened from her crushing embrace and his lack of air, she
twisted his little body completely upside-down and wrapped her
arms around him in another tight bearhug.  By holding him
temporarily with one strong arm and then the other, she was able
to grab his flailing arms with her free hand and secure them both
behind his back.  Now when she coiled her long arms around his
little body, she had his arms trapped behind his back and his
legs clamped secured under her armpits.  This was the perfect
position for what Lisa planned to do to him, and it was exactly
what Grace wanted to see.  Lisa was going to feed his screaming
little head to her incredible muscular thighs, and there wasn't a
damn thing he could do to stop her.  She slowly bent her knees
and spread her legs just wide enough to slide Skippy's little
head between her muscular upper thighs.  She didn't move or flex
her monstrous thighs at all, she just held him there with her big
legs planted on either side of his little head while they both
laughed and listened to his begging pleads for mercy.
"Please-e-e Lisa, Please-e-e let me go, don't do this
to me, your legs are too big, you'll crush me, Please-e-e."

Lisa felt sorry for him and she hadn't even squeezed him yet, she
knew exactly what it was like and she certainly didn't want to be
in a position like that herself.  Grace thought the whole thing
was hilarious, she even got down on the floor between Lisa long
legs to get a close up look at Skippy pleading face.  "So this is
what it looks like when your little head's trapped between my big
thighs" she laughed.  "Boy Skippy, Lisa's legs look really big
and strong, I'm glad it's not my head trapped between her
muscular thighs" she said as she smile into to his crying little
face.  Lisa could tell Skippy was starting to developing a
throbbing little hardon, she could feel it pressing against her
big sensitive breasts as she squeezed him tightly against her
chest.  When she slammed her muscular thighs around his
hopelessly trapped head, the last thing they heard him cry was
"Mommy, Mommy please make them stop" before his head was
completely enveloped by her enormous muscular thighs.  Lisa
didn't squeeze him all that hard at first, she was thinking about
what Grace had told her and how she squeezed him till he came in
her hand.  She steadily increased the crushing pressure of her
meaty thighs on the sides of his head, and sure enough, she felt
his little dick spasming out of control against her sensitive
left tit.  She held him like that till his body stopped quivering
and she knew he was totally spent, then she eased the pressure of
her thighs on his head and let his exhausted little body slide
slowly to the floor.

Skippy's face was beet red and ears looked like they were
plastered to the sides of his skull.  He was moaning out loud as
he rolled on the floor and Lisa stepped over and straddled his
body between her long muscular legs.  She waited till he was
almost on his hands and knees and then trapped his waist between
her muscular calves.  Skippy felt it right away, and he pried at
her big ankles and solid balled up calves with all his might.
His struggling was so pathetic it made them both laugh, there was
no way he was going to escape from between Lisa's big legs, and
they both knew it, she had him right where she wanted him, and
she could have held him there a day if she wanted to.  Lisa knew
she could have broken Skippy's little body in half at any time if
she wanted to, and it would have been easy.  All she had to do
was flex her big thighs and snap her long muscular legs quickly
to the side, she would have broken him for sure, but for the
time being she was content to just hold him there and watch him
struggle feebly as if he were going to escape.  Lisa thought
about doing something like this to her little Bobby, she knew it
would be easy too, since he was so much smaller and probably just
as weak as Skippy, but she wanted to give her Bobby the chance to
react to her incredible muscular body and see if it was really
necessary to take him by force.

After several minutes of imagining Bobby trapped between her
muscular calves, Lisa reached down between her long legs and
lifted Skippy's body up between her enormous muscular thighs.
She placed her heels about a foot apart and pointed her toes
strait ahead.  When she flexed her long muscular legs, the
muscles in her thighs swelled up and burst forth like a
thunderous wave, squeezing Skippy's poor little waist flat.  Lisa
had him turned sideways like Grace had told her, and her big
thigh muscles mashed his stomach with ease.  He wasn't screaming
or begging any more, and his tongue was sticking out while he
tried desperately to breathe.  Lisa could feel his little spine
pressing against the inside of her muscular left leg, she wasn't

squeezing him anywhere near as hard as she could, she was holding
back in fear that she might break him if she applied any more
pressure, even the slightest little flex might have snapped a few
of his ribs.  She held him like that for nearly five minutes,
smiling down at his helplessly trapped body and imagining that it
was her Bobby learning this valuable lesson about the awesome
power of her muscular legs.  "Bobby will definitely experience
the power of my muscular legs" she thought to herself as she held
Skippy tight and continued to think about her Bobby.  She slowly
twisted her feet inward until her long toes nearly touched
together under Skippy's dangling little body.  This last little
maneuver she learned at home while working out on Bobby's
punching bad.  She knew that it would make her big bulging thigh
muscles roll forward just enough to pinch his waist a little
tighter, and she didn't have to flex on him and worry about
completely pulverizing his little body.  It also increased the
painful pressure on Skippy's lower ribs, and now he was
completely limp and motionless.

Lisa finally opened her killer legs and Skippy's little body fell
lifelessly to the floor between her straddling ankles, he
actually looked like she might have squeezed him to death, but
Lisa was sure he was still alive, she could see his stiff little
willy underneath his shorts.  Grace knew that Lisa was more than
ready to take control of Bobby now, she couldn't have done a
better job on Skippy herself, and she told Lisa that in those
exact words.  Both women looked down at the big wet spot on the
front of Skippy's shorts and started to laugh.  Lisa was anxious
to get home and prepare for Bobby, but Grace had other thoughts
on her mind.  Sally was out of town for three more day and she
had Skippy all to herself, as long as Alicia didn't stop by for a
visit.  Grace picked Skippy up and laid him across her broad
shoulder, Lisa opened the door and the both stepped into the
other room.  They turned around and looked at the heavy weight
hanging from the door latch and they both started to laugh, it
wasn't that heavy at all.  "Look Lisa," Grace laughed again, "you
must have accidentally used the wrong weight-ring."  They both
started laughing hysterically, the weight hanging from the door
was only a fifty pounder, Skippy was even weaker than they
thought, for a 28 year old guy, he really was a wimp.  Grace
carried Skippy into the showers and Lisa went home to wait for
Bobby.

When Lisa got home there was a message on the answering machine,
Bobby was going to be a little later than usual, he wouldn't be
home till 10 O'clock.  Lisa thought that would be perfect, the
extra couple of hours would give her more than enough time to
shower and prepare for her little Bobby.  After showering and
washing her hair, Lisa picked out the clothes she wanted to wear.
Her red 4" high heels were first, she slipped them on and walked
around the room nude, checking herself out in the mirror and
playfully examining the marks she had drawn on the wall.  She
put on her lacy black teddybear nightie and fluffed up her curly
red bush, she wasn't going to wear any panties tonight and she
knew Bobby would notice that right away.  Her tiny black
night-gown was so short it barely covered her bush, and with her
4" heels on, her legs were going to looked a mile long to her
short little Bobby.  She was already so excited that her nipples
were sticking out like two big acorns, and the lacy black
material rubbing across their tips assured her they would be that
way all night.  She put on her long terrycloth bathrobe and went
down stairs to the basement.  With the lights down low and the
music playing softly, she stretched and pumped her arms and legs
while keeping a close watch at the clock on the wall.  It was
almost ten now and she had waited for more than an hour, her arms
and legs were so pumped they looked like they were ready to
explode.  She went upstairs and curled up on the sofa, folding
her long legs beneath her body and making sure her red heels were
hidden under her long bathrobe.  She heard the car door slam and
then Bobby entered the house.

When he walked into the room and saw her sitting on the couch and
he looked kind of startled, he wasn't used to having Lisa wait up
for him at night and he thought something was wrong.  "Hi Lisa,
what's going on? How come you're down here on the couch hun?" he
asked.  "I'm waiting for you honey, we need to talk about a few
things and there's something I want to show you, come here" Lisa
said.  Bobby walked over and kneeled down next to the sofa in
front of her, he kissed her on the cheek with a worried look on
his face.  He thought something was really wrong, like maybe she
was thinking about leaving him.  Lisa couldn't have planned it
better herself, she placed her hands on the sides of Bobby's head
and kissed him long and hard.  Bobby was dumbfounded, his eyes
were closed and his mind was reeling as he kneeled there and
enjoyed Lisa's passionate kiss.  He didn't even notice when she
slipped her long legs out from under her bathrobe and placed them
on either side of his body.  When she stood up, she pulled him
right along with her, bending his head back and leaning over him
as her tongue probed deep into his mouth to maintain her
passionate kiss.

Bobby was beginning to wonder what the hell was going, Lisa was
hugging him so tight against her body he could hardly breathe.
She looked down into his passion filled face, placed her hands on
his shoulders and easily pushed him down to his knees.  She
smiled down into his startled face and said "I Love You Bobby, I
did this all for you, I know what kind of women you like and I
want to be the girl of your dreams, I want you Bobby, I want you
to be all mine, and I want you to love me too, Look."  Lisa
opened her long terrycloth robe and let it fall to the floor, she
looked down at her little Bobby on his knees at her feet and
flexed up her big muscular thigh right in front of his face.
Bobby was in shock, Lisa's one big thigh was bigger around than
his chest, and it was literally covered with muscles, big, solid,
bulging muscles, more muscle than he ever imagined she could
develop.  When he looked down at her feet and realized she was
wearing high heels, he turned his head back up and saw her
smiling face looking down at him, he couldn't believe how
incredibly tall she was.  She had to be nearly seven feet tall,
at least she looked that way to him from his kneeling position on
the floor at her feet.  Lisa moved her other leg closer to
Bobby's face and flexed it to it's full gigantic size.  Bobby
didn't know if he should be frightened to death of her or if he
should worship her like a goddess, the towering muscle goddess
he had always dreamed of.  Either way, she had obviously
developed into more woman than he could ever handle, and she was
easily capable of doing whatever she wanted with him.

He kissed her muscular thigh and it was like an electric shock
traveling through her body, she stepped over him and straddled
him with her long muscular legs thinking it might scare him into
a more submissive perspective of his present situation.  Bobby
wrapped his arms around her wide spread thighs and buried his
face into her fluffy red bush.  Lisa was so surprised she could
hardly stand up, her legs started quivering with excitement while
Bobby's tongue reduced her to jello.  He pushed lightly on her
thighs and she slumped backwards onto the sofa with her feet high
in the air.  Bobby followed right along with her, his tongue
still buried deep in her sensitive groove.  Lisa was like a wild
animal, moaning out loud while her arms and legs twisted
helplessly around her.  Bobby had never done this to her before,
his tongue felt like it was 6" long, twisting and dancing all
over her sensitive pussy.  This wasn't at all what she had
expected.  He was only a shrimpy little man compared to her and
yet he was controlling her every move with his hot lips and long
talented tongue.  Lisa was the one who expected to be in control,
and even though she was the object of his wanton desire, she was
rapidly losing control this whole situation.  She climaxed like
never before, screaming with joy and holding Bobby's head firmly
between her legs.  She had to fight with all her might to keep
from slamming her big legs together, she knew they could have
easily knocked Bobby out cold.  Lisa realized this was only the
beginning of what her awesome body was capable of doing to her
little Bobby, there was going to be plenty of time to show him
everything she had learned from Grace and Alicia, but right now
he deserved to be rewarded.

She picked Bobby up with her hands under his armpits and held him
out in front of her, he was so light, and totally shocked by this
display of incredible strength.  She lifted him up over her head
till his head touched the ceiling and smiled up at his startled
face.  "Is this what you're dream girl does Bobby?  Does she pick
you up and hug you till you beg her to stop?" she said.  Lisa
lowered Bobby down to her eye level and quickly wrapped her long
arms around his chest.  She squeezed him against her big soft
breasts and smiled when she saw his eyes open wide with
unexpected surprise.  Lisa could tell he had a raging hardon now,
she could feel it pressed against her solid muscled stomach and
she was going to take care of that right now.  She squeezed Bobby
so tight he thought she was going to break his ribs, she knew he
couldn't breathe when she held him like that, but when he
struggled for air with his tongue sticking out, she couldn't
resist kissing him and sucking on that tongue that had just
made her feel so good.

Lisa was in complete control now, Bobby was reacting exactly the
way she expected him to, he was damn near limp and unconscious
from her long powerful arms coiled around his chest.  She sat
down on the sofa and removed his clothes, she thought about Grace
and Skippy momentarily, thinking about how Grace had often kept
him naked and under her complete control.  She'd have to try that
with her Bobby sometime she thought, but right now, Bobby was
going to sample her big thighs.

Lisa laid down on the floor and placed Bobby's head between her
muscular upper thighs, she was going to squeeze him the same way
she saw Grace crush Skippy her first night at "The PlayGround."
She thought it would be appropriate since that was what really
started everything in the first place.  Bobby started wiggling
almost right away, but Lisa trapped his legs with her strong
right arm and his hands were absolutely useless against her long
muscular legs.  Lisa made sure he wasn't able to use his tongue
on her by keeping his head just far enough away from her pussy.
She absolutely loved what he could do with it but she didn't want
to risk loosing control and possibly killing him at a time like
this.  There would be plenty of time to experiment with that
later.  She squeezed his little head so tight he must have seen
stars, he stopped his futile struggles and ran his hands feebly
up and down her tightly flexed legs.  Bobby's little pecker was
literally throbbing, and when Lisa wrapped her long fingers
around it, only his swollen knob was visible.  She slowly
increased the pressure of her muscular thighs wrapped around his
head and sure enough, Bobby shot his load just before he passed
out.

Lisa got up and looked down at her little Bobby, there was still
one thing she wanted to do tonight, and she would have to wait
for him to wake up.  She sat down on the floor with her back
against the sofa and Bobby's little body lying between her legs,
she knew he would come around in about 15 minutes and she would
be ready for him.  She closed her big thighs around his skinny
waist, crossed her ankles and laid her head back on one of the
cushions.  She made sure she wasn't squeezing him that hard, but
she held him tight enough that she knew he couldn't escape.  When
she felt him move, she closed her eyes and acted like she was
asleep, she couldn't see his face, but she knew it would have
made her laugh.  She could feel him pushing against her big left
thigh but it simply wouldn't budge.  She held him like that for
almost five minutes, knowing he was struggling and trying to get
loose.  When she felt him rub her thigh, and put a hand on her
big right tit, she knew he was no longer interest in trying to
escape.  She lifted her head up, smiled and looked him right in
the eyes.

"I love you Bobby, and I want you to marry" she said.  "I'm
everything you ever wanted in a woman and I want you Bobby, I
want you to marry me, Please Marry Me Bobby, I Love You."  Lisa
started to squeeze him tighter and tighter as she spoke, and
before he could even answer her, he discovered he couldn't

breathe.  Bobby thought this had to be some kind of wet-dream,
the girl of his dreams, his beautiful towering "Muscle Goddess,"
was actually asking him to marry her, and squeezing the living
daylights out of him with her enormous muscular thighs at the
same time.  He couldn't believe this was his Lisa, the woman he'd
been living under the same roof with for more than a year, she
was absolutely awesome, she was everything he ever dreamed she
might become and then some. He wanted to say yes and throw
himself at her mercy but he couldn't speak.  "Please Bobby, Marry
Me, I built this body for you" she cooed.  Bobby finally managed
a wheezing, gasping "YES", before he passed out.  Lisa was going
to get what she wanted, and Bobby was going to get what he
deserved, and probably a whole lot more.


The End..........................................................