Just too weak, part 14
by Plowjack



Pansy woke up feeling as if a truck had run him over. His body ached, both
generally and in a variety of places that felt like bruises. He was also
unable to move more than to wiggle in the heavy grip of his sleeping
sweetheart, Bonnie. Her thick arms trapped his against his slender body and
one huge leg was over his thighs. He sighed, not displeased by the warm cage.
He wiggled his away to turning around to face her, his chin just above the
cleft of her thick pecs. She stirred a little and her arms clamped him tight,
pressing him against her round breasts. With more wiggling he scooted down
until her could get one big nipple in his mouth, and began gently licking and
sucking. His cock responded instantly, springing to full erection. Bonnie
stirred again, and made a little sound, her hands now massaging his back, and
sliding down to grip his little bottom.

His arms loose now, he gathered up her round bosom and suckled hard. She
opened her eyes and smiled down on her lover.

"Well good morning, Pansy-boy," she said, "this is nice."

She responded immediately, crushing his hot mouth against her breast, and
rubbing his face from nipple to nipple. She pulled him up to her lips and
ravaged his mouth, then continued to kiss him sweetly as she used her other
hand to lift his hips. She lifted the leg that had trapped him, and Pansy knew
that she could open her pussy like a mouth. She lifted his ass again and slid
his ten-inch cock into her. He felt her pussy ripple, gobbling up the last
inches until he felt pulled tight against the hard muscle of her groin. Her
huge thighs closed around his little hips. She settled her tits high and
squished him against them as she secured him in her with her calf.

"There darling, we like that, don't we. I know, my Pansy. My soft little
sweetie, my very own dolly sex-toy," Bonnie's sexy voice drifted on, and Pansy
basked in the perfect captivity of his helpless body in her goddess flesh. She
used certain key phrases, touched him in certain pre-arranged ways, until his
mind was a whirling, powerless dream. Using the power that she was developing,
she sent him three visions. In the first, Pansy was a cowering, simpering
slave as huge, muscular men invaded his bedroom. Only the massive strength of
his beloved Bonnie saved him, crushing and breaking the men. He clung to her
gratefully as she milked a first orgasm from him. Locked in her arms, and
locked in her spell, he found himself on the lap of Bonnie's mom, ass in the
air, her massive arm raised.

"Get hard, Pansy, or I'll spank you again," he heard her say, and he sprang
back to stony hardness in a minute, still inside Bonnie's pussy.

He was cornered in the girl's locker room at school, with the cheerleaders
raping him, trying to make him come. His cock dripping wet from oral efforts
and lube, two of the little girls were now holding his wrists, while Amanda
Barnes fucked him. Her big legs were spread wide, feet on the floor, pounding
her pussy onto his cock, gasping and clutching her tits as she worked his
size. She slammed down, cumming, writhing on him, her pussy far too weak to
squeeze orgasm from him.

"Bonnie, he just never comes," she wailed. Bonnie stepped into view, still
fully dressed in tight t-shirt and jeans.

"Of course he does. Get off Amanda," she commanded, and Amanda did. Bonnie
pointed at her feet and Amanda knelt, the snotty cheerleader attitude vanished
into a submissive pout. Bonnie strode over and picked him up, curling his cock
to her lips.

"He comes when he's told, and not before. Come for me, Pansy." He came hard,
and she held just the ball of his cock in her mouth, the girls watching the
thick pulses of his shaft.

He moaned in Bonnie's arms and she smiled down at him, still whispering her
magic as he pulsed in her tight pussy again.

Then he was back in Bonnie's big lap, leaning up against the wall in one of
the gyms. She was naked, and she was holding the end of his softened cock.

"Get hard again, Pansy," she cooed, and wiggled his cock like a rubber lizard
until it began to swell, "nice, baby," she said, and gripped it hard at the
base, pulsing. It thickened and she kissed him and put his mouth to her
nipple, his cock fully hard in her for the third time that morning.

Pansy found himself suckling at one nipple, Bonnie's breast pushed up for him,
his hips clamped between her thighs, his cock still pressed fully into her. He
was panting, and he could tell that his orgasms had been real, his cock
hypersensitive but still straining hard. He looked into his lover's blue eyes,
and felt waves of awe and wonder wash over him. She had just milked two
orgasms from him by her pussy control alone, his body held helpless in her
muscular embrace. The images of the visions were already fading like dreams.
He felt love and gratitude toward his woman, a desire to retreat to her for
safety, and confidence in his ability to please her. He chuckled as he
recalled that yesterday his woman had forced him to humiliate himself and get
beaten up by a snotty fifteen-year-old girl. Oh well, he was hers at the end,
and that's what he wanted - to be her beloved toy.

Bonnie had come about five times while working her little toy, his huge cock
filling her tightly. She too was panting, and now she released him and rolled
out of bed, getting lithely to her feet. She smiled down at her long, thin
lover, his body so slender and soft, his cock still hard.

"Stay hard today, Pansy. Your cock is so strong now, I love it."

She really did feel warm and sweet toward him. Her family had its ways, and
she was a real example of a Taylor woman. Naturally strong, smart and
aggressive, it was as natural as breathing to make the man she loved her
trained little toy. Her mom said she was lucky to find a boy like Richie so
young. Some women, like her Aunt Sigrid, never really found love, others
waited much longer. She would carefully mold her little Pansy, and he would
love it; most of it.

"You were a very good dolly yesterday, sweetheart," she said, as she pulled a
silk robe around her naked curves, "just stay in bed, little one, and I'll
make us some breakfast."

This was so unusual an instruction that Pansy (Richie! His name was Richie ...
Rich ... geez ... ) picked his head up. The big 16-year-old girl was busily
prepping a skillet and breaking eggs into a bowl.

"This is day five of your naked week, Pansy. You're doing very well; I got so
many compliments on your appearance and service last night. But, sweetie,
would you get on the scale for me, please?"

"Sure, baby," he said, and jumped up from bed, only to groan and sit back
down.

"Truck." He said.

"What?" Bonnie said, whipping the eggs

"Truck. Ashley was like a truck. She ran me over." He was chuckling, not
unhappy about his memory of being dominated by the girl. Bonnie laughed with
him, but made concerned noises.

"You were very brave, Pansy. She's a mean girl - good luck to her though. So
many men will be scared shitless of her, and that's no good for the
cocky-locky."

Pansy (Richie! Geez ... ) got to his feet against slowly, stretched and went
over to the scale next to the weights. It was a high-capacity digital scale,
so that Bonnie could track her approximate 300 pounds of muscle and bone.
Richie stepped up, and the number resolved. He was a little shocked to see 129
pounds. On his 6'1"frame that was so ... little.

Bonnie seemed surprised as well.

"The girls said I was reducing you too much, Pansy. Mom said you looked like a
zipper with a big pull-tag, and that your shoulders looked bony and not soft
and curvy. I think she's right. Come here."

Bonnie was folding over a big omelet, filled with vegetables and cheese. She
turned off the heat and met him half-way. She gripped his cock at the base and
stepped back until her arm was extended.

"Lay onto my shoulder," she instructed. She got her arm under him, and, with
an amazing show, lifted his ass into the air one-handed, gripping his shaft,
until his feet were off the floor.

"Ha!" she shouted into his ear, "did it!" she lowered him and did it two more
times. She put him down, laughing uproariously, and stood tall before him and
flexed. He threw himself on her, wrapping his legs around her thick hard waist
and kissing her pretty face. He clung to her huge hard shoulders as she walked
them back to the stove. Bonnie wasn't any taller than him, but he always felt
like a tiny little thing as she effortlessly supported his weight.

She sat him down, and plated the omelet, taking two forks. He brought the
glasses of skim milk, and they sat and ate.

"So I'm going to feed you a little more, Pansy," she said, cutting the omelet
much more nearly evenly than he was used to. He had gotten over being hungry
all the time, but he had no real stamina apart from on his back. He knew how
weak he had become.

"I love how tiny and soft you are now. I've been trying to get us to where my
one arm can manage your whole little body, but I just don't think it's healthy
for you. Would you like to have some firm little muscles, Pansy?"

"Oh yes, Bonnie," he said eagerly. When they had begun dating, some 18 months
ago, he had been weight-lifting, and had been as muscular as his thin frame
had ever been. Bonnie had controlled his diet, taken him off weight training
and carried him as much as possible. He flexed his little arm and squeezed it.
His upper arm was like padding on a stick.

"Good, then eat up. We'll give you some more protein, and you can do more
pushups with your dance routine training. I'll just have to keep getting
stronger, so you don't get any ideas," she laughed and wrapped an arm around
him, pulled him to her side, then fed him the rest of his share of the omelet
as she ate hers. She even let him have two donuts.

"Put a little padding on those bones, too. I'm not going to give you hormones,
of course, because I want that cock."

"Hormones?!?" Richie squeaked.

"Sure, you've seen some of the little dollies with their pretty titties.
Instead we'll fatten you up a little, make that little chest more fun to suck.
I know you want your body to turn me on ... "

"Yes, Bonnie," he said. She had promised him that he wouldn't feminize him too
much ... whatever that meant. His long-wear makeup was still quite visible,
lips dark red, eyes, shadowed; his long hair was luxuriant and cared for. His
nipples were the same color as his lips, and his pubic hair was neatly
trimmed. He had had a mani-pedi at the beginning of the week, and been shaved
except for his pubes. He was, he knew, very pretty.

"OK, work-out time for me. You do your dance exercises, and double the number
of those modified pushups."

The Middle Eastern music that Pansy used was punctuated by the clang of
Bonnie's weights. He actually worked up a sweat, his tired arms barely able to
complete the double set of 'girl' pushups. His arms were bruised, along with
his legs and even his chest. He hadn't been hit in the face with her hands,
but Ashley's heavy tits battering his face had left his mouth swollen. He felt
better after exercise, though, and rushed through his shower before Bonnie got
there, cock still firmly standing as he emerged from the steamy booth as she
entered.

She bounced his heavy cock on one finger, and said "I laid out some clothes
for you, Pansy. I want you looking slutty today."

First he put on his dancing sheath, which held his cock to his body, secured
by a bow-knot under the head. He found a sheer skirt, pale red, that didn't
quite cover all the way around him. He started by putting the opening on the
side, but that looked silly, so he left the front open so his cock was readily
accessed, just like the women liked. There was a tiny silk vest red with
silver buttons. When he slipped it over his shoulders it fit across the back
but not the chest. Bonnie emerged from the shower, naked and pink, and growled
lustily at him.

"Such a little sex-dolly, Pansy," she cooed. She arranged the vest and pulled
it together under his chest, fastening the little strap. The top pulled the
flesh of his soft pecs into round little bosoms, making a shallow but visible
cleavage and pointing his rouged nipples forward.

"Bonnie," he whined, "I look like a girl."

"Oh Pansy, you'll never look like a girl with that monster growing off you.
You're just a soft, pretty man. We'll just plump up those pretty titties so
they're easier to suck on." She lifted him under the ass and took one nipple
in her mouth. He draped himself over her as she suckled for a minute, his cock
swelling.

"See, little Pansy likes it, don't you," she said, thumbing his nipple as she
put him down.

"I do," he breathed, trying to melt into her again. She caught his shoulders
and stood him up straight.

"Let's try this," she said, and fetched a pair of shoes from the closet with
4-inch stiletto heels.

Pansy didn't bother to protest. He stepped into the high shoes, trying to get
his feet under him, and Bonnie strapped his feet into the shoes, leaving his
toes visible.

"Nice, now walk across the room"

He managed it, his knees wobbly and unsure.

"We'll work on that, we need to get you to swing that pretty little ass. Now
come with me."

She put her hand on his ass and guided him out the door. Commenting on how fun
it was to have him be really taller than her.

"Nobody's seen a 6'5" dolly, Pansy - you'll be such a treat."

He knew better than to ask questions. She would tell him when there was
something for him to know. They went down a couple of halls and down a
familiar set of steps, Richie's concern rising a bit. Yes, he thought, as they
emerged from a small door into the big outdoor 'temple'- a classical folly
with columns and a raised dais. This was where the family did their
'religion', their witchcraft, and where Pansy had been made the property ...
the lover of his Bonnie. Today a pile of mats and blankets had been heaped
upon the small platform at one end.

"Kneel, Pansy," Bonnie said, pointing at the center of the dais, and he knelt.
She stepped behind the pillar and brought out a small chain and cuff. In a
moment she locked his ankle into the cuff, shaking the chain to get most of it
off the dais.

"Today, Pansy, is slut training."

She reached for his cock, stroking and gripping it.

"There will be a lot of women coming through here to fuck you, or have you
service them, and I expect you to do a good job on each and every one. Any
woman who asks you to is to be serviced with all you've got. I want every girl
to be satisfied, Pansy, and you're just the little slut to do it."

Pansy was terrified. Chained here in the open like a goat as bait for these
women? He didn't dare to question Bonnie, but she saw the fear in his face,
his pretty blue eyes filling with tears. He was such a pretty little sissy
that Bonnie almost felt sorry for him. Still training was training. He'd never
be the helpless little slut she wanted unless she made him one.

"I know you're scared, you little wimp. Please be a good little slut, and
don't make the big girls hurt you - they just want their fun. I've told them
all that your pretty face shouldn't be beaten, but try to be docile - you know
how helpless and weak you are. You can come if they make you, but you'll
impress them more if you don't. Of course if you come I want you hard again
immediately. There's food and drinks in the cooler over there. I'll come and
get you sometime tonight." She kissed him, turned and walked away.

"Tonight?" he said, shocked. She was already walking away, leaving him nearly
naked and alone. After a minute, during which he stood dumbfounded on his
platform heels, music started to pipe through the outdoor speakers, a
middle-eastern dance-beat set. He had only been practicing his dance-steps for
a few days, but now his hips just swung to the pulsing beat. His footwork was
minimal in the big heels at first, but soon he was strutting around the
platform, his little chain jingling, his skirt twirling. He thrust out his
chest and tried some of the arm movements that Briane had taught him. The cut
ended and he made an effort to do a graceful bow, but he lost his balance and
stumbled, then got caught up in the shoes and started to fall.

"Look out beautiful," Judy said, catching him and pulling him against her
body. Bonnie's sister was 6'5" tall, a runner and lately a figure competitor.
4 years older than Bonnie she was heavily built for a bikini model, thick arms
and heavy thighs, her b-cup breasts modest, but perfectly sculpted by the
thick muscle of her chest. This was all obvious because she was completely
naked. Her hair was boy-short but stylish, and she wore no makeup. Now her
arms wrapped Pansy and she strode forward, carrying him with her to lay them
both down on the cushions, her legs straddling his cock. She rubbed herself
casually back and forth along it as she played with Pansy's little tits.

"I like girls, you know, Pansy dear," she said, squeezing his right pec like a
tit, thumbing his nipple hard. She pressed her hand into him, pressing his
nipple even harder with her thumb. "Soft little girls, weak and timid, who get
all excited by my big, hard body." The tall woman sat back and her belly and
chest rippled with muscle as she flexed her core. Her abs sprang into relief,
looking like cast cement, veins forced up just under her pale, soft skin.

Pansy ran his hands along Judy's muscle, gripping her rock-solid waist. He was
utterly excited by the feeling, and he casually pounded on her belly with a
hammer fist, bouncing off of the hard muscle. His cock twitched under Judy,
and she grinned and rode it again. He could feel the hot wetness of her pussy
as she pressed it on his long shaft.

"See," she said, bending forward now to take a nipple into her mouth. Her body
bent like a python as she stretched out next to him and gathered him into her
arms. Trapping both arms in her embrace, she went to work on his breasts. Warm
kisses turned to hard sucking, and biting sensitized his nipples until he
started to whimper as she licked and suckled.

"Sweet," Judy murmured, "you might as well be a tiny girl, Pansy. Listen to
you sighing and writhing while the big lesbian licks your tiny breasts. The
thing is, you've got a huge cock. Did you know that, Pansy? I know you do ...
huge cock."

She climbed onto him and unfastened his cock-sheath, pulling his monster up in
front of her.

"Look at this pole," she said, sounding truly impressed, she slapped the head
against her own belly, gripping the hard, ridged, veiny flesh.

"Damn" she said, and raised herself up, then down onto the big head. Pansy
just watched as Judy inserted him, then wiggled her way down. She was really
beautiful, he thought, as she began to pump. Her face had the same strong jaw
and red lips as Bonnie's, but her eyes were a bit bigger, her nose thinner.
Then she slammed down and applied her muscular pussy to him, and he stopped
thinking.

Judy really did find the Pansy pretty. She seldom desired men, but ever since
she had dominated him so easily she had wanted to fuck him hard. Now she
slammed him a dozen good ones, then bore down with her muscles. She was
pleased to see his eyes glaze, mouth soft and open.

"That's right my little pussy," she muttered into his ear as she pressed
herself hard onto him, gripping his cock with her rippling muscles, "who do
you think taught Bonnie that little Banana trick? I can probably crush a
cucumber, though I'm out of practice these days. Here," Pansy gasped as his
cock was gripped hard at the root, like fingers contracting.

"Oh yeah, still got it," she growled, running that tight constriction up and
down his cock. She gripped his hair and kissed him hard, gripping one 'breast'
in her other hand.

There was no stopping his orgasm. Judy's powerful body crushed it from him,
his muscles trembling as he shot his little load high into her.

"Hah!" she laughed, and stood up off him practically before he was finished
spurting, the last of his cum on his belly.

Bonnie appeared from behind a pillar, equally naked with her sister.

"You win, stringbean," she said handing her sister a wad of money.

"That was about 3 and-a-half minutes in my cunt," Judy crowed, "And he was
crushed like a toothpaste tube. So much for his big, strong cock."

"Look," Bonnie said, and Judy turned to see Pansy handling his rod with both
hands, fully erect. He slipped it back into the sheath, and it stood hard and
straight.

"One to a customer, sis," Bonnie chuckled. Her boy had gotten up to sit on the
mats, and was fastening his sheath again.

"Hey, take that off," Bonnie yelled, as she strode over to him. He looked up
at her, undoing the cords.

"All the way off, my slut. You might as well keep that thing handy."

Bonnie sat down on the bench.

"Lie at my feet on your back, little Pansy," she said, and he did. She ran her
bare feet over his face and chest, his hands caressing her calves. She stood,
and stepped over him, facing him, and slowly lowered herself onto his chest.
His hands went to her breasts, but she caught his wrists and pulled his hands
away.

"What to do with these ... " she muttered, and tucked them under her legs,
pressed to his side.

Pansy was trapped between the beautiful girl's huge thighs, as she scooted
forward to press her pussy against his lips. He licked, loving this and she
tipped herself forward to press against his mouth.

"Suck my clit, dolly," she said, and he felt her grow between his lips.

"All this coming is having an effect on me, you know," she said, rubbing his
lips. Her clit grew hard, and big, and then bigger, until it seemed like a
finger-end in his lips.

"Hypertrophy is the word Mom used. My clit's getting big and hard and strong
like the rest of me. Suck it, Pansy," she said, and pressed herself into his
mouth. Her clit seemed to grow again, and he tightened his lips around what
was now a little shaft, flicking his tongue. Bonnie began to come, and she
humped his lips as he sucked, her moans becoming a roar as she came hard,
pressing her big pussy onto his face, wiggling until he was buried in her wet
flesh.

"Keep licking, slut," she moaned, and he did, "Pucker up," she said, after a
little while, and she again fucked his lips with her big clit. She raise up on
her knees and gripped his head by the hair, pressing his face to her as she
humped it, then began to come again, pressing him hard into her.

Then Richie felt the most wonderful physical sensation he had ever known, as a
wave of energy and pleasure washed out from Bonnie's pussy, down through his
body. Bonnie seemed to be singing, strange syllables in a powerful deep voice,
and Pansy felt waves of pleasure roll through his body even as Bonnie's belly
rippled with her waves of orgasm. He was amazed when her clit seemed to grow
an inch in his mouth, thick as a thumb. By the time Bonnie stopped his mouth
felt battered, but he felt wonderful and full of energy.

"Stand up, boy," she said, and he did. She stepped up to him and kicked off
her low shoes. She was an inch taller than him! Just that morning she had been
nearly six feet to his 6-feet-one-inch. Now her nose was above his, her eyes
higher, and, as she gathered him into her huge arms, her shoulders higher and
wider.

"My little Pansy doll," she said, smothering his face in kisses as she pressed
him to her bosom, "at last I'm really bigger than you!"

"But Bonnie, how ... "

"Magic, baby - witchcraft! You know it's in the family. Aunt Morgan brought us
a secret, one they've been working with over in Wales; a secret that may
change the world, Pansy-girl." She scooped him into her arms and kissed him.

"Excuse us," Pansy heard from off the pavilion, "there's a line forming here."

Bonnie turned with Pansy in her arms

"Oh look, sweetie-pie, it's the girls from school."

Walking up onto the platform were Amanda Barnes and Jenni Hansen, the two
girls who had raped him at school last week. His friend Karen was there, now
muscular and thick, though still 5'2" tall, dressed in a camo muscle-shirt and
shorts. Amanda Barnes, Rich's cheerleader friend was the tallest, at 5'10" of
cheerleader-fit body. Movie-pretty, dressed in a tiny sun-dress, she grinned
as Bonnie set the slender boy on his feet, patting his bottom as he wobbled on
the tall shoes.

"Be a good little slut, Pansy," Bonnie said in his ear, and walked away to
stand to one side.

Jenni Hansen started giggling once Pansy was standing tall on his fuck-me
pumps, and didn't stop.

"Oh my god," she gasped, "look at this big sissy. Did she call him Pansy? What
a queer!"

"Now Jenni," Karen said, gripping Pansy's big erection, "Pansy's not queer.
Look how big and hard a big strong girl makes him. Here, watch," she said.
Karen flexed her arm, a billiard-ball of solid muscle rising under Richie's
nose.

"Kiss my muscle, Pansy," Karen smirked, and pulled his face down to her arm.
The 5'4" muscle-girl barely reached his nipples. She caught his hair and shook
his head.

"On your knees, dude," she growled and he sank to her knees and rested his
face against her thick arm, kissing her biceps. He kissed it over and over,
seemingly entranced as she flexed it again, bringing up a hard peak. He
continued to worship her biceps as she talked.

"See girls, little Pansy can't resist a girl's muscles. He's so tiny and weak,
he needs a strong girl to help him just to get along. Isn't that right, Pansy?
Aren't you too weak to defend yourself?"

The skinny boy mumbled something. Karen grabbed his hair again and pulled his
head back stepping a foot between his knees and pulling his face up toward
hers.

"Yes, Karen, I'm too weak to defend myself," Pansy stammered, the girls
giggling as his face reddened.

"He sure is," Jenni Hansen piped up, stepping up next to Karen. She wore a
tight t-shirt and a long skirt. She stripped her little t-shirt off and flexed
her own arm. Her muscles were slim but hard, barely visible compared to
Karen's.

"Squeeze my muscle, punk," she commanded, and he did, his hand mostly
surrounding her arm. Her arm was hard clear through but just a strap of muscle
- nothing compared to the women he was used to. But it was hard ... and she
flexed it again, and Pansy's cock twitched as he kissed it.

The girls all giggled again as the pretty boy worshipped Jenni's arm. Then
Pansy felt his cock grabbed, and saw past Jenni to where Amanda was working it
with both hands.

"Never mind that, pussy," Jenni said, and grabbed his wrist. She pushed his
hand back.

"Fight me, pussy," she laughed, and Pa ... Richie tried to resist. Jenni
laughed even louder as she applied her weight and drove him back, She fell to
her knees over his chest, pressing his wrist to the furs. She pulled up her
long skirt in the front to reveal her bare pussy, and scooted forward.

"I've been after your mouth, Pansy," she cooed, and pressed herself over his
face.

"And I want more of this monster," Amanda said, and pressed herself down over
the first 6 inches of his cock.

The air filled with moans and whimpers, as Jenni got her knees on Pansy's tiny
arms, and Amada went to work on his nipples. Karen looked over to see Bonnie
gesture for her to come to her.

Bonnie," Karen said hesitantly to her friend, "Are you ... uh, bigger?"

"Oh, I'm always working to get bigger," Bonnie chuckled, and flexed her right
arm. To Karen her biceps looked like a cantaloupe.

"I mean taller, baby," Karen said, stepping up to where Bonnie was seated on
the big stone table. Karen took her hands and Bonnie got to her bare feet. The
big blonde towered more than a foot above her smaller friend.

"Goddess ... " Karen whispered. Bonnie laughed, and scooped the little girl up
in her arms, pressing her into one huge breast with one arm. Her other hand
ran up under Karen's shirt to play with one little breast.

"My little Karen," she cooed, and kissed her. It wasn't the first time they
had made out. Karen had been working out with Bonnie or a couple of years, and
the big girl's amazing body was just so erotic. Karen was proud of her
muscles, but now, in Bonnie's arms, she felt tiny and weak.

"Would you like to be my dolly, little Karen," Bonnie whispered, "I love you,
honey, not like these silly girls, and Richie loves you too." Karen gazed into
Bonnie's huge blue eyes, and they seemed to turn shining silver. She felt her
muscles dissolve and felt her pussy turn wet. Her hands ran over Bonnie's
shoulders, unable to get her little fingers around her huge arms.

"Uh huh," Bonnie said, and lifted one huge tit. Karen plunged her mouth onto
Bonnie's nipple, and Bonnie settled back to allow Karen to lie on her.

Pansy was crushed under Jenni's slender body. He could no more free his arms
from under her shins than he could have lifted a car, and Amanda was now
dropping herself hard into his cock, over and over. She weighed more than he
did, and he felt like he was being crushed, even though her pussy was too weak
to make him come. He worked on Jenni's little clit, and soon both women were
coming hard. Jenni's soft white thighs closed over his face, and as his air
gave out his arms flailed in the air.

Bonnie watched until his struggles became weak, then whispered something to
Karen. Karen slid down from Bonnie's chest and raced straight for Jenni,
tackling her off of the boy onto the furs. In a second she restrained Jenni's
arms, and jammed her knee between the girl's legs to press against her hot
pussy.

Richie gasped, but then Amada's hot mouth covered his as she bent down onto
him. She kissed him hard, barely letting him breathe, until he stopped
resisting. Then she stood up off of him, put her bare foot on his cheek and
rubbed his face.

"Kiss it, bitch," she laughed, and Pansy obeyed, as she pushed her pretty toes
between his red lips. She kept this up for a minute and then Bonnie called a
halt.

"That's it girls, you've had your fun," the amazon said, walking over and
taking Pansy's hand to pull him to his still-platformed feet. He stumbled a
little, but caught himself on Bonnie's arm, her head even with his in his
thick shoes. Bonnie was pleased that as he recovered himself his posture was
graceful and pretty, his slender body still in his little boudoir clothes.

The 5'10" cheerleader stepped up to him again and pulled him to her, sucking
his tit hard. The girls laughed. As Pansy gasped and clutched the smaller
girl's shoulders.

"Look at her arms, compared to his," Jenni said, as she and Karen relaxed on
the furs, "you can see her muscles, like ropes, but Pansy's arms just look
soft. Thinner than Amanda's too."

Amanda grabbed his biceps in her long, manicured fingers and squeezed. His
bruised arm hurt, and he whimpered as the girl drove him back down to the
furs, her mouth still sucking his nipple hard. She yelped as Bonnie lifted her
effortlessly off of the panting boy, tossing her to the stone floor of the
pavilion.

"OK, Amanda, Jenni, you're out; no more bullshit," Bonnie sat down between
Pansy and Karen, and gathered him against her body. The girls gathered up
their clothes, dressed and said thank you to Bonnie, and blew kisses at Pansy
as they chattered their way out of the garden. Pansy was amazed at Bonnie's
body. The big woman opened her other arm, and he was surprised (a little) to
see Karen press herself against Bonnie, taking one huge breast in both hands
and licking the pink nipple. Pansy imitated her, and Bonnie chuckled and
petted their necks.

"Bonnie, really, how did you ... "

" ... get so fuckin huge?" Karen finished his sentence. They all laughed
together, and Bonnie, pressed them into her bosom.

"I told you, my little ones, it's sorcery - witchcraft in fact. Pansy knows a
little, Karen, just a little, and he's seen the power in us, but this is new."

Richie laughed. He actually felt great, despite his working-over by the women.
He slid his arms around her breast and under her shoulder and hugged himself
to her rippling muscles.

"New?" he laughed, feeling like he was in a dream, "new ... you did the
impossible ... you ... "

"That's right," Bonnie smiled, "I'm becoming more and more like the Goddess,
Pansy."

Bonnie cupped both of her dollies by the asses, and pulled their faces to her
lips, over her bosom.

"I'm making myself what I want to be, my dolls. My strength, my beauty, my
brains - you both know how powerful I really am. Our sisterhood has kept
secrets for centuries, loves, centuries. Now the work of our witches has
recovered a great secret."

Richie was always happy just to watch Bonnie's sweet lips move. He was cheek
to cheek with Karen, and she put her hand behind his neck and gripped his
hair, pulling him to her lips. She pulled him downward, pressing his face to
her skin until he was pressed to her b-cup breast, her nipple hard in his
lips.

"Oh you dollies," Bonnie chuckled, "your little heads just fill right up with
sex. You don't need much else, do you sweetie," she said as she kissed Karen
hard, "your goddess has you. Little Pansy, Karen is mine now, and of course
you're hers to use."

Pansy looked up at her, and his face was stricken. Bonnie smiled and pressed
him back against Karen's chest.

"He'd better get used to sucking that, don't you think, little Karen?"

"He's very eager, isn't he?"

"Always, dear, just like you. In fact, we'll just go see how eager you are.
Stand up, little Karen."

Karen wasn't sure when she had become naked. She stood bare, nipples hard,
thighs wet as Bonnie kissed the Pansy-boy and laid him back on the furs, the
chain still on his slender ankle.

"You're becoming a sweet slut, Pansy, but I think Aunt Sigrid wants her turn,
and maybe three or four others. We'll be back to get you later."

Bonnie scooped Karen into her arms and carried her away, through the door in
the wall.

Pansy sobbed a little, watching the woman he loved ... idolized ... he laughed
as he sobbed ... she was the idol he worshipped, hard warm stone ... his
goddess, she was right; his higher power. His arms and legs trembled as he
crawled over to the little cooler. He felt so weak, but he got some nut-rolls
from the little cooler, and found red wine, a kind he and Bonnie had enjoyed
in private. The cork was just stuck in the bottle, and he pulled it and took a
long pull, then lay back in the pile of firs and had some bites of the cake,
finishing the pieces easily.

The sun was low, and then it passed behind the roof, leaving the little alcove
and gazebo in shadow. The breeze became chilly, and he wrapped the furs over
him to help him stay hard. He had another sip of the wine, and noticed how
good the fur felt. He rubbed his cock with it; no chance he would come, but it
felt so good.

"Look Sigrid, someone left a little slut all by himself," a British voice
said, with a laugh. Morgan, the guest from Wales whose daughter Ashley had
toyed with him, was followed by Aunt Sigrid. Pansy felt his guts turn to water
at the sight of the towering woman, who was feared by every submissive in the
Tayor household. Sigrid, at fifty-something, was 6'6" and 340lbs of muscle and
flesh - she should not have to duck under the roof of the tall gazebo!

He didn't remember Morgan Thomas as being 6 feet tall, either! What was going
on? Both women wore only big kimono-style robes, that barely reached their
knees - Sigrid's barely covered her huge ass ... huge ass ...

"Attention, slut," Morgan said, and Pansy lept to his knees, dick out, belly
in, the wine bottle still in his hand at his side.

"Very nice," she chuckled, taking the bottle from him, drinking half the
contents and handing it to Sigrid, who watched and sipped from the bottle,
grinning. Morgan seemed wide like a wall as she reached down to press a finger
up into the root under his cock, harder, making him stretch and his cock stand
straight. Bending down to lift him between his legs she stepped forward,
bumping him on her huge thigh, heels dragging, until his thighs were around
her waist, feet off the ground. She pressed him against her thick body,
rubbing his ten-inch cock against her. She sat down, and the head of his cock
was pressed between the bottom curves of her breasts.

"Look at this, little dolly," the older woman said, and flexed her right arm.
Her muscles leapt into deep relief, her biceps swelling like an orange. She
flexed again, and then again hard, and a vein rose over a second little peak.

"Feel that," and his hand seemed tiny as he draped it over the mound.

"Goddess," he breathed - her flesh really seemed oaken-hard. Making more
amazed noises he hammered on her arm with his fist, to no effect.

"Oh," the big woman almost roared, "such a little weed." She lifted him from
the bench and slammed him to the furs, grabbed his ankles and hoisted his legs
in the air. She grinned down at him as she ran her foot up the bottom of his
balls. Just a little pressure by her heel made the pansy squirm and whimper.

"Spread those little legs, slut," she said, and pressed her toe against his
anus, tickling. He sobbed, and she stepped between his legs, still pulling his
feet to her hips. She tucked his legs under her arms and squatted, bending his
back. Reaching for his cock, she gobbled it into her pussy, an inch or two at
a time. Bending forward she caught his wrists. Pulling his arms tight he was
completely trapped in her body as she began to rock and slide on his cock.

"There we are, little Pansy," she grinned down at him, "That's what mummie
Morgan likes, little boys all snug and tight, while I crush your cock."

Pansy felt crushed indeed as the big woman slid up and down him, stretching
his hips. She rolled forward and slammed his arms into the firs, legs still
pulled forward, and slid the full length of his cock, compressing his thin
body with each stroke. As he gasped for air he saw Morgan's face blush, and
her lips go soft. She slammed herself down onto his base, and rested her
massive hips on his. She release his arms.

"Put your hands on my arms, Pansy boy," he did as she said, "look into my
eyes, sweeting. I'm so close ... "

Morgan's arms were thick pillars of smooth, curving muscle. His hands went no
more than half-way around them, so he relaxed and massaged her thick biceps,
offering no resistance as she bore down on his cock. He could feel her pussy
pulsing, squeezing, and then she came, spasming like a fist on him. He looked
into her eyes as commanded, and she seemed to be saying something silently. He
saw that silver light, he thought, just like Bonnie, shine in her eyes as she
came, and then he was filled with a rushing tingle, as if her orgasm made
waves in his soft body. Under his hands, her arms grew. He saw her face
distant and concentrated, as her biceps thickened. Where before he could
massage and somewhat knead her unflexed muscle, now it felt like a ball of
rawhide under his hand, and an inch thicker than seconds before. Her shoulders
grew, and her hips and thighs popped with defined muscle, engulfing his lower
body. Her pussy clamped down hard, she wiggled her huge ass, and he came. More
tingling flooded him as Morgan came again with him, bending his long cock
against her clit as she pressed. This time Pansy saw the muscles in the big
woman's belly waist and hips grow and appear to harden as her silver eyes
shone. She roared and bounced on him, and he cried out, begging her not to
crush him.

"Don't you go soft, wimp," she commanded, and he felt his cock begin to
stiffen again, even as his orgasm was still subsiding. Dizziness washed over
him as Morgan stood up from him, towering over his body. His hips and legs
were trembling from her hold, his arms as crushed and helpless as usual.

"You see, Sigrid, by focusing my will I pushed the power into muscle thickness
and density, rather than height. I'm going to try to still fit into
buildings." Both women laughed, as they walked away together arms around
waists.

Gasping, Pansy felt a wave of relief that Sigrid seemed to be ignoring him.
The huge woman turned as she was leaving and blew him a kiss.

"I'll get back to you, Pansy," she said, but she was gone back into the house.

Pansy sat up, and found the bottle of wine. He killed the remainder in one
long gulp, then got to his feet. He found he could stand a little more
steadily in the tall shoes. In fact, he felt great! He switched on the music
again, and once again went through his basic dance exercises. He felt like his
body was responding better, like his legs were stronger and, when he raised
his arms, those moves were easier too.

"Look at the candy," a rough voice said, and Annie, the maintenance boss of
the house, stepped onto the platform. She looked pretty, for once, in a gauzy
white skit, upper body bare, face made-up. Her rail-thin body was cut with
ropy, knotted muscle. Fifty-five years old, she kept the house running for the
Taylor women.

In the next two hours Pansy served Annie, two women he didn't know, one of
them seemingly just a normal big, healthy woman, though very tough, and Lois,
the swimmer from his school. Lois had been the first girl to peg him, and she
had him again, gently but unstoppably, wringing his cock in her hand until he
cried a little, then comforting him at her hard tit. Any little bit of
strength he had been feeling was gone, as Lois left him limp ... not totally
limp ... on the furs. Then Sigrid Taylor approached the Gazebo.

Sigrid had to duck to see under the seven-foot roof of the little structure.
The sun was down, and her huge white body was lit by the small garden lights
of the gazebo. She knelt on the edge of the stone. If Aunt Sigrid had been
six-foot-six, she must now be a foot taller than that! Her hips were a yard
across if they were an inch, naked except for a silk sheet tied around her,
her breasts like twin melons. Pansy felt a wave of lust wash through him as he
saw that the older woman (also somewhere over 50) had firmed and hardened, her
breasts high, her usually soft belly cobbled with muscle. She put her hands on
the floor and crawled to him, her face grinning.

He was afraid of Aunt Sigrid. She made men into simpering puppets, little
sissies ...

"Hello, little sissy," she said as she crawled over him. A foot taller than
him, maybe more, her shoulders dwarfed his, her huge tits dragging over his
thin chest. His pressed his hands into the firm meat of her bosom, then
slipped his arms as far around her huge chest and back as he could, pressing
his lips to her.

"Spread your long, pretty legs, sissy," she purred, and did it for him, taking
his ankles and pulling his legs open around her. He wasn't even surprised that
he was mostly hard again, his balls aching. His cock was actually getting
sore, and he gasped as Sigrid pressed herself against him, his balls and cock
in her hand.

"Mmmm, let's have it, Pansy," she said, and reached between their legs to
stuff his ten-inch cock into her pussy. The big woman growled, and put one
hand under his ass, lifting him again her. Her long thighs supported the
weight as she pressed his thin hips into her broad, muscular center. Each of
her thighs was bigger than his waist, and his face was pressed into her bosom,
his nose just above her breasts. She shimmied and her breasts lay on his
shoulders, hot and soft. She slipped one finger up his lubricated ass, and
rocked him back and forth under her.

Pansy's mind dissolved in a haze of lust as Sigrid rode him. Her huge hand
pressed him into her, and her into him, and she came on him for minutes, her
pussy milking at his cock.

"You're the biggest meat I've ever had, Pansy," she purred, "and on a helpless
weakling of a girl, too ... so hot ... " She twitched her finger and Pansy
came, whimpering as she squeezed the cum from him, stimulating him.

"but your cock's not stronger than me," she growled, and said it again, and
again, as she squeezed him as he softened. She rolled onto her back with him
between her legs, as Bonnie and her mom, Morgan, Judy and Katie came onto the
platform.

Sigrid squeezed Pansy's flaccid cock out, and pushed his little shoulders
until he flopped on the floor between her spread thighs.

"Lick Aunt Sigrid's pussy nice and clean, Pansy," Bonnie ordered casually, and
was pleased to see her dolly obey unthinkingly.

Pansy licked the giantess' big slit, drinking his cum, still warm, and giving
her another small orgasm as the women sat down in a circle.

"Katie, restrain Pansy for us." Sally Taylor commanded, and the slender,
steel-cable finger gripped his hair and pulled him off of Sigrid. Gripping his
arms from behind, the small, strong woman shook him up to his knees and pinned
his arms in a full nelson, standing behind him. She stretched and lifted his
knees from the ground, swaying him back and forth.

"Goddess, Bonnie," she laughed, "he's just nothing at all."

Bonnie chuckled to see her toy, gangle-armed, dick swinging as the pretty girl
swung him back and forth. He was so pretty.

"Your cock is soft, dolly," she said, in a stern voice, stifling a giggle. She
walked up to him and bent down, taking a kiss from his soft, parted lips, then
plunging her tongue into his mouth. The dolly moaned, and she saw his cock
swell. She made little encouraging sounds as she gripped his chest, thumbs on
his nipples, and lifted him from Katie's grasp. She kissed him quickly then
held him at arm's length, his toes barely brushing the pavement, his
ankle-chain still rattling. By the time she had sat down on the bench, with
his back to her, his legs straddling her barrel thigh, he was standing again.
His head was swimming, his heart pounding, and he was panting as Bonnie
clutched him back against her thick body, gripping his cock. A couple of
squeezes and he was rock hard, though he could barely lift his arms.

"Sleep now, Pansy," she whispered, and he stopped being aware, falling into a
relaxing trance, his cock still hard in her hand.

"You've done very well, Pansy," she said, stroking him gently, "you're nothing
but a sweet little slut for women like us now. A woman's breasts, a woman's
muscles, make you weak and hot, a woman's thighs and pussy make you whimper
and beg. You're very, very afraid of strong, dominant women - you're so
helpless and weak, so timid and puny. But you can be safe if you give me your
body every way I tell you to. If you never say no, if you never fail to
please, you'll get to be our little dolly toy. From now on, sweetheart, you're
my dolly, Pansy."

"Your dolly, Pansy ... " he whispered through his painted lips. His awareness
faded to nothing more than her nipple in his mouth, as she carried him off to
bed.

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