Reunion in SoCal
by valerafon
An older boy finds that a younger girl, he once knew, has grown.

This is a work of fiction and should not be read by anyone under 
the age of eighteen. Please do not read further if you are offended 
by violence and or sexual content.


I was feeling pretty smug as I sipped on my drink and lounged on a 
chair by the patio. I had finally gotten up my nerve to ask Kim 
Miller out, and unbelievably she had said yes. She was the head 
cheerleader for Fall River High and the best looking girl in the 
whole school. 

It wasn't easy for me to ask Kim out. She was a gorgeous blonde  
just a bit taller than myself. I had mistakenly thought that she 
would only be drawn to the jock types which dotted the landscape 
in high school, but I had known her since junior high, and she had 
always been friendly. 

It was as if my height didn't matter to her, but it mattered to me. It 
made me very self conscious around girls, and other kids, notably 
the jocks, had always made my life very tough in school. My only 
crime, though, was being born with the wrong genetics. I didn't 
like being a loner, but it just seemed to work out that way. That's 
why it had been so incredible when Kim always took the time to 
talk to me.

I took another sip of my cola, put it down on the side of my chair, 
leaned back and closed my eyes, and dreamt about my dream date 
with Kim. For some reason, I envisioned her going out with me in 
her skimpy cheerleaders outfit. That brought a smile to my face as 
I half dozed in the heat of another gorgeous late summer afternoon 
day in Colorado.

I was submerged in my daydreams when an unwelcome guest 
intruded upon them.

"Hi Timmy!"

As soon as the intruder spoke, it was as if Kim's body dissolved in 
a puff of smoke right before my eyes. I recognized the voice 
immediately. It belonged to that pest Tracie. The daughter of my 
parents best friends.

It wasn't that she was ugly or anything like that. She was very cute 
for her age, but it was her age that was the problem. She was only 
twelve, much too young to be hanging around with an 18 year old 
high school senior, and every time her parents came over for a 
visit, she wanted to spend the day with me. It was as if I had to 
baby-sit her.

What made it worse  was that I was pretty sure that she had a crush 
on me. It had been flattering at first, but I just didn't have the time 
for a twelve year old.

With my day dream ruined, I opened my eyes to see a pretty teen 
wannabe standing by the side of my chair grinning down at me. In 
her hand, she was carrying that instrument of torture with her 
again. I dreaded it. Besides, I hated the color purple.

Tracie was perky and as cute as ever, and she was wearing a pair 
of yellow short shorts and a tank top. I thought she was much too 
young to be wearing what she was, but her parents didn't seem to 
mind. Her blond hair as usual was done up in a ponytail. I thought 
it made her look even younger than she was.

Instead of mentioning the Frisbee, I ignored it like usual and 
scolded her instead.

"My name is Tim! Not Timmykins! or Timmy! or T-Man! or any 
other nickname you might want to give me. It's Tim! 
Understand?"

She seemed disinterested by my scolding, but managed a 
"Whatever!" 

Instead, she moved away from my chair and got real excited 
jumping up and down before she said the dreaded words.

"Come on Tim, let's play Frisbee again!"

We had been through this many times before. I would say no, and 
then she would yell to my parents or her parents,  who would come 
out to intercede on her behalf. I always ended up playing Frisbee 
with her.

It was inevitable like the rising and setting of the sun or the 
changing of the seasons. My parents or her parents always sided 
with her. It was a way to get a free baby-sitter and keep her out of 
their hair. This time, I bowed to the inevitable and stunned her by 
saying, "OK!" But my heart wasn't in it, like always. 

Before I got up, I looked my adversary over for a few seconds. It 
seemed like she had gotten taller and a little heavier since the last 
time I saw her. She was growing like a weed and I disliked her for 
it. She was already a bit taller than me and even weighed more 
than me too. I had been stuck at 5'3'' and 115 pounds for years, no 
matter what I did or what I tried. 

I still hoped I would hit a growth spurt and get a bit taller, but I 
was already eighteen, and my hopes were fading. And here was 
this twelve year old growing right before my eyes. It made me feel 
inferior somehow, and I took it out on Tracie. I always regretted 
how I treated her after she was gone, but in spite of my surly 
behavior, I knew she really liked me.

As we walked deeper in the back yard, Tracie's mood changed and 
she had a bit of sadness to her voice as she spoke.

"This is the last time we'll be playing Frisbee for awhile, we're 
moving to SoCal next week."

It was the most wonderful news I had ever heard, with the possible 
exception of Kim saying yes. I tried to control my enthusiasm and 
said in as sad a voice as I could muster.

"I'm sorry to hear that Tracie, I did like to play Frisbee with you."

In a somewhat stunned voice she said, "You did?" she stopped and 
turned toward me and said, "I thought you didn't like too! That 
you didn't like me!"

Things were really breaking my way for a change. So I could 
afford to be magnanimous. 

I answered back, "Of course I like you. After all, our parents are 
best friends."

That really brightened Tracie up and she responded by saying 
something I had not accounted for.

"My parents say you'll be visiting us a lot in SoCal. So we can still 
play Frisbee and the other things we do."

The last part of her statement embarrassed me, but I knew the other 
things we did helped my ego after Frisbee. She was so damn 
athletic for her age.

By this time, we had made our way deeper into the back yard, 
where it opened up and we had enough room to throw the Frisbee 
around. Tracie raced about seventy feet from me turned around and 
flung the Frisbee towards me. It slowly glided to my right and I 
had to move a bit to catch it. When I reached for it, it spun right 
out of my hand to the ground. 

I could hear Tracie's giggles as I bent down to pick it up. Like 
always, I got mad and flung it as hard as I could back towards her. 
It soared for a while and came to the ground about ten feet in front 
of her.

She yelled back as she retrieved it, "I'll get closer so you can reach 
me!" And then I could hear those maddening giggles again.

As she flung it back towards me, I started to get madder and 
madder. I think she always went out to a distance that she knew I 
couldn't reach her. It was her way of saying,  see I'm better and 
stronger than you.

Her little ploy always got the same reaction from me. It made me 
try very hard, and as the Frisbee sailed back I concentrated on it's 
flight as hard as I could. The result was the same as the last. It spun 
right out of my hands once again. At least, this time she didn't 
giggle.

Instead, as I flung it back towards her purposely throwing it at an 
angle so she couldn't possibly haul it in, she yelled, "If you want, 
I'll show you how to catch it."

Her statement was like showing a red flag to a bull. I was not about 
to have a twelve year old girl show me how to catch a Frisbee. 
Instead of answering, I watched the flight of the Frisbee sail away 
from her and as it moved away from her, I smiled. Soon, the grin 
changed to a frown as I saw her, with long graceful strides, make 
up the distance to the Frisbee and catch it deftly behind her back. 

She did a maddening curtsey in my direction, and then flung the 
Frisbee at a forty five degree angle away from my location. I took 
off after it, but even as I raced for it. I knew what the outcome 
would be.

For the next fifteen minutes we played catch with the Frisbee. 
After awhile, with almost fanatic concentration, I was able to catch 
two out of three of her damn tosses. But no matter what I did or 
how I threw the Frisbee, I could not get her to miss it. 

After awhile, I couldn't help but be amazed at her athleticism. Her 
prowess reminded me of my own inadequacies, and I hated the 
reminder. That's probably why I treated her poorly at times. I 
knew deep down I wanted to be a jock, and here was this twelve 
year old girl who could make me feel so damn inferior. But despite 
my mood, I couldn't help but wonder what she would be like in a 
few years.

A short while later, I raised my hand and signaled to her that I 
needed a brake. I bent slightly, put my hands on my knees, and 
tried to catch my breath. With my capitulation complete, Tracie 
came racing over.

When she reached my side, I could see that she wasn't even out of 
breath. She was smiling and as bubbly as ever. While I tried to 
catch my breath, I tried to remember when our game of Frisbee 
had changed to such a one sided affair.

Finally, I  collapsed to the ground and closed my eyes, breathing 
heavily the whole time. She laid on the ground next to me, propped 
her head up with her arm, and silently watched me as I tried to 
regain my energy. 

I could feel her bright blue-green eyes on me, so I took a peak at 
her. She had such a cute face, so young and fresh and full of life. I 
knew in time she would be a knockout probably with model type 
looks, but for now, she was just a silly irritating preteen....But 
still?

When she saw me take a peek at her, she started to talk, "After you 
catch your breath, let's do the test of strength. Today, I'm going to 
win."

I closed my eyes and groaned. It was a silly game we played from 
time-to-time. It was one I could match her in and even best her at. 
It consisted of  picking the other person up and seeing how long 
we could hold them off the ground. The person lifted counted one 
one thousand...two one thousand till the person holding the other 
weakened and had to put them down. The highest count won, and I 
had always been able to hold her up longer, but it had been getting 
maddeningly close lately, and I wasn't sure I wanted to play 
anymore. Still, it was a way to put her back in her place.

Five minutes later, Tracie was inquiring, "Are you ready?"

"Not today, Trace," I heard myself saying.

What she said next sent chills up and down my spine. 

"Well then, I'll just go tell your parents that you won't play this 
game we always play, and then I'll tell them all about it!"

Immediately afterward, she started to get up and leave. 

I yelled, "No! Wait!"

She turned, put her hands on her hips, and waited for me to say 
more.

"OK..OK, just give me a couple more seconds," I said in a 
defeated voice.

"Great!" she exclaimed, and added, "this little game we play will 
remain our little secret.

As I got up and brushed myself off, I couldn't help but think she 
was turning out to be a fine example of her gender. Tracie was 
only twelve, but she had already mastered the technique of 
blackmailing the opposite sex.

As I faced her, I shot a glance toward the house, and told Tracie, 
"Let's move a little farther away."

Stacie giggled a second before she replied, "Oh, all right, but no 
one can see us from here."

I was fairly certain of that, but I wanted to make absolutely sure. It 
would be just too embarrassing to explain to my parents what we 
were doing. As we moved farther into my parents huge backyard, I 
couldn't help but think about how Tracie could seem to read my 
mind at times. It embarrassed me, but at the same time it seemed as 
if Tracie had her own agenda.

We moved another two hundred feet deeper into the yard to the 
edge of some woods that bordered my parents property. When we 
faced each other again, Stacie had another shock for me.

"This time, Tim, I want to go last," she proclaimed.

I shot back, "But Tracie, I always go last."

"Instead of arguing, she started to move towards the house again, 
but she did manage a comment, "Oh well, then I guess I'll go ask 
your parents."

"Wait," I yelled in a conquered voice.

She sauntered back with that shit-eating grin on her face again, and 
didn't comment further. Instead, she just held her hands out very 
casually and daintily waiting for me to begin.

I walked over to her, reached around her waist with my arms and 
clasped my hands together under her butt, and lifted her off the 
ground. Stacie immediately began to count. I could tell she was 
getting a lot heavier, and I could feel myself straining to keep her 
off the ground almost immediately.

Once I had kept her off the ground for over a minute and a half, but 
know I was having trouble at the thirty second mark. I realized she 
must be at least fifteen pounds heavier than the last time we had 
played this little game. At forty five in the count, I lost my grip and 
her legs hit the ground.

That elicited a casual remark from Tracie, "Why Timmy, are you 
getting weaker as you get older?"

She really knew how to get my goat. "No," I said, "It means your 
getting fatter!....And my names Tim!"

She shook her head and made a tsk-tsk sound. "This isn't fat, it's 
all muscle," she said proudly.

After her statement she did a double biceps pose, and as I stared at 
her dumbfounded, she added, "I'm sure you've noticed." 

I had noticed. That's what frightened me.

She held the pose and ordered, "Come hear Timmy, feel my 
muscle!"

For some reason, I let her get away with the Timmy remark and I 
walked closer. Maybe, it was because that muscle of hers  
mesmerized me. As if it had a mind of it's own, my hand went up 
and felt that rock hard protuberance on her right arm. I couldn't 
believe how hard and firm it had gotten.

"Pretty big, huh!" she gloated.

I almost agreed with her, but instead I said, "Come on, it's your 
turn at the test....Soon, we won't be playing this stupid game 
anymore."

The smirk on her face turned to a frown as I made her realize again 
that she would soon be moving. 

Score one for me, I thought.

Tracie quickly recovered and asked, "Aren't you going to let me 
feel your BIG MUSCLE." And she said big muscle in a very 
mocking tone of voice.

I shot back, "No, It's getting late." 

I knew my muscle wasn't a match for hers anymore, and she was 
only twelve years old. I wasn't about to let her feel my muscle. I 
really didn't want to hear any more embarrassing comments from 
her.

She appraised me for a second or two, but she didn't press the 
point. Instead, she said very confidently, "Now, it's my turn."

After her comment, she reached behind me and lifted me off the 
ground exactly as I had done to her. I started to count as she had 
done. 

Like always, I felt confused as she lifted. It was embarrassing and 
thrilling all at the same time. I had told myself, I did this to put 
Tracie in her place, but I always wondered why I felt such strange 
sensations deep inside of me every time we played this silly game.

I began to worry when the count hit thirty and she didn't seem to 
be straining at all. I even started to delay the count a little as I hit 
forty.

Tracie noticed and casually remarked, "Count as slow as you like, 
it won't matter, I'm nowhere near my limit."

When I counted past my score I was embarrassed, but when I 
counted past my record, I was flabbergasted. I couldn't understand 
how a twelve year old girl could be so strong. How was Tracie 
doing this?

Finally, I stopped counting at two minutes and in a very 
embarrassed voice, I pleaded, "Stacie, put me down!"

To my surprise, she loosened her hold, and let my body slide down 
to the ground, but she didn't let go.

In a sad little voice, as we faced each other and me still held in her 
loose embrace, she said, "Too bad I have to move just as things 
were starting to get interesting."

I just stared at her for a second, our eyes almost equal with each 
other and our faces very close. The silence lasted for another 
second or two and before I could answer her last comment, Tracie 
in a lightening quick move, let me go and caught my arms between 
hers and then tightened her grip.

I immediately started to struggle in her embrace, and as I did she 
began to hold me tighter and tighter. No matter how hard I tried, I 
couldn't break her grip. I just couldn't believe I was loosing yet 
another test of strength to this unbelievably strong and precocious 
young girl.

As I struggled further, her grin became wider and wider till finally 
she said very casually, "You can't get out, I'm much too strong for 
you now."

"Let me go," I managed to say breathlessly. I barely managed to 
get the words out, she was holding me so tightly.

"Let you go?.....I'm going to hold you tighter!" She said 
mockingly.

I struggled and struggled looking from side to side for some 
avenue of escape and when I looked back at her, she was studying 
me intently. Finally, my struggles died down and what she did next 
was the worst thing yet, she kissed me. I immediately began to 
struggle again, but she was totally in control.

After the kiss, she just looked at me for a reaction. I was red faced 
and furious.

I shouted right into her face, "Tracie let me go this instant or I'll 
tell your parents."

"Ya! Right!" she said,  "what are you going to tell them? That I 
overpowered an eighteen year old boy and stole a kiss."

Defeated again! I tried to control myself and this time I asked in a 
calmer voice, "Let me go....And we'll forget all about this."

"I don't think so," she sang out, "there's still one more game for us 
to play."

I knew what she meant. Most of her visits ended with a wrestling 
match. I had always won. It was my way of showing her who the 
boss was. But lately, like the other games, it was getting harder and 
harder to beat her. The last time was just too close a call, I had 
decided never to wrestle her again. But today, she wasn't giving 
me a choice. 

Instead, she warned, "OK Hercules!....Get ready to rumble."

I didn't even have a chance to complain. In the next instant, we 
were rolling around the grass in a pile of arms and legs. As we 
wrestled, I could feel her power packed body, and from the start, I 
knew I was going to lose my first match.

In another few seconds, I found myself underneath her. She 
scooted her legs up so they were pinning my shoulders down and 
her big butt rested on my chest. I now found myself in a typical 
schoolboy pin or should I say schoolgirl pin. 

I tried to buck her off of me, but it was no use. She now weighed 
too much for me to throw around her dead weight. When that 
realization hit home, I stopped struggling and looked up at her. She 
was grinning down at me thoroughly enjoying the situation. I had 
never been so embarrassed in my life. 

Finally, she moved again so that my head was imprisoned between 
her thighs. After that was accomplished, she just folded her hands 
about her chest and watched me with that ever present grin on her 
face.

I tried to heave her off by pushing at her waist. While I did this, 
she just acted very nonchalant and played with her hair. That just 
infuriated me more. After a few more efforts at pushing her off, 
she just grabbed my hands and lifted herself off her ankles and put 
my hands between her thighs and her calves and sat back down 
again, imprisoning my hands completely.

My ordeal wasn't over. She placed her hands on her thighs and 
looked down at me with that big grin still evident. Finally, her 
smile became broader as if she thought of something and then 
immediately started to push her thighs together with her own hands 
smashing my face between them as she worked.

She toyed with me in this manner for some time till she looked up 
and away towards the house. In the next instant she commented 
very casually, "Oh look! Our parents are outside and their walking 
towards us!"

I reacted by panicking. I closed my eyes and yelled, "Quick! Get 
off me!" With all that had already transpired, I believed her 
completely.

When Tracie saw my reaction, she couldn't help but laugh out 
loud. She grabbed my nose and tweaked it saying, "Don't worry 
little fella, nobody's coming. Just paying you back a little for all 
the times you lorded it over me."

As angry as I was, I found myself saying, "Please Tracie, let me 
up. This is wrong!"

That changed her smile to a frown and she refolded her arms again 
high above me before she spoke, "Oh, but it's OK when you 
win..We'll you're not going to have to ever worry about 
winning again, because I have grown much too strong for you. I 
knew this day would come, and I'm only twelve." Then she 
tweaked my nose again and added, "Imagine that!"

She toyed with me, underneath her, for the next half hour. I think 
she really enjoyed embarrassing me. She said she was just 
repaying me for past indignities, but I thought she was enjoying 
herself too much.

At some point in my ordeal, she stated that I was her boyfriend and 
we would get married someday. Secretly, I was happy that Tracie 
and her family were moving out of state, that seemed like my only 
salvation. As I listened to her, I didn't try to protest. I was in no 
position to protest, and I thought it would just prolong my ordeal. 
So I let her have her moment. What choice did I have anyway?

Finally, she let me up. I didn't say anything to her. First, I brushed 
myself off, ignoring her completely, and then I started to walk 
back to the house.

"STOP!" she yelled.

I turned and confronted my tormentor, "Tracie, this is over!" I told 
her in a not too confident voice.

"Well then will just go back and tell them about our little brawl. 
Do you think they'll want to hear about all the details?"

I looked at her in total disbelief. Before I could plead my case 
further, she was motioning me to her with one finger. Totally 
defeated in mind and body, I walked back to her.

When I got nearby, she bent slightly, patted her butt, and told me 
to hop on. I didn't argue. It was an argument I couldn't win. 
Silently, I jumped up on to her back. Immediately, she took of an 
acted like a horse. My weight seemed not to phase her at all. She 
even made horsy sounds as she moved. Slowly, my shame hit a 
new level. 

Tracie stopped for a moment, like she was pondering what to do 
next. After a moment or two of indecision, she started to gallop 
towards the house. 

"Not that way," I pleaded.

Tracie laughed at my desperate plea, but she did stop and turn 
around. In the next instant, she was galloping towards the woods. I 
soon realized my ordeal was going to continue for some time 
longer.

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Three years have passed since Tracie and her family moved to 
Southern California and I last saw her. My parents had visited 
them a couple of times, but I always had an excuse not to go. So I 
had not seen my nemesis in that time, and I was very happy about 
that fact. 

In fact, I had been able to purge the embarrassing details of my last 
encounter with Tracie completely from my mind, and get on with 
my life.

Over those three years, my worst fears had been realized.  I had not 
grown even a fraction of an inch or put on any more weight for that 
matter. I was still the same height and weight I had been when I 
was twelve.

But I had come to terms with that problem. Maybe, it was because 
I did so well with members of the opposite sex. Dating Kim Miller  
really gave me a confidence boost. There were still a wealth of 
beautiful girls, my size, who thought I was dateable. I had 
reconciled myself to the fact that my final height would be 5'3'', 
but at least nature had compensated me for that. I was considered 
by members of the opposite sex to be quite good looking and fairly 
witty.

I have to admit that I found taller girls appealing, but I just didn't 
have the confidence to ask any of them out. They seemed to 
gravitate towards taller men or jocks. I think there is a strange twist 
to my character because despite these secret feelings I had, I would 
often make fun of taller girls with my friends. I think it was a way 
to get back at taller people for making fun of my height. 

All in all, my life was going fairly well. I had one more year of 
college and then I would join my dad in his thriving business. At 
that point, I knew my life would take off because I could then 
afford to move out of my parents home and get a pad of my own.

In fact, life was going too well for me. It seemed like I didn't have 
a care or worry in the world. That's when my parents hit me with 
their bombshell. This time, they wanted me to go to SoCal with 
them. No matter what excuse I came up with or how hard I 
pleaded, they were having none of it. The fact was they needed a 
baby-sitter.

My parents and Matt and Caroline Perkins had booked passage on 
a lengthy cruise to the islands, and they needed someone to 
chaperone Tracie. I seemed to be their only option.  They even 
resorted to reminding me how well Tracie and I had gotten along 
here in Boulder. Heck, that just wasn't true because they had 
forced her on me. 

After the matter had been settled, my parents told me that Tracie 
was very excited when she heard I was coming. I did some mental 
calculations and realized her age. I just shook my head in disgust. I 
was twenty one and would have to play wet nurse to a fifteen year 
old girl.

It wasn't all bad news though, I was to have free reign of their 
family beach house. Thoughts of seeing all those scantily clad 
bunnies on the beach filled me with anticipation. I also anticipated 
laying down the law to Tracie. She was going to have to follow my 
orders to the letter, or else. That thought also brought a smile to my 
face.

One week later, the cab carrying mom, dad, and myself pulled into 
the drive at the beach house. As soon as we came to a stop, the 
Perkins's appeared with their suitcases. I barely had time to shake 
Mr. Perkins hand and wish them a safe trip when they all piled into 
the cab. It seems they were running quite late. 

Before they took off, Mr. Perkins threw me a set of car keys and 
said with a big grin on his face, "Thanks for watching Tracie for 
us. She's quite a handful, but she really likes you, and I'm sure you 
can handle her."

Before I had a chance to comment, he added, "Those are the keys 
to my Porsche. You can use it anytime."

I was too dumbfounded to talk. This was more than I could have 
hoped for, but he did caution me about a couple of things.

"Don't let Tracie talk you into letting her drive, she's still too 
young. And don't let her stay out late."

This time, I managed to find my voice and say, "You can count on 
me Mr. Perkins!"

The cabby started the engine, but Mr. Perkins stopped him from 
driving off because he had one more thing to say. 

"Tracie's in the pool out back, she'll show you around the place 
and to your room, I think you'll like it!....Have a great time 
here, and remember you're completely in charge."

As the cab pulled away, I yelled after them, "I'LL KEEP TRACIE 
IN LINE MR. PERKINS." And as an after thought I said softly 
because they couldn't hear me anymore, "You can count on that!"

In another second, I was completely alone standing in front of the 
Perkins's beach house with my bags. As I watched the cab 
disappear out of sight, my mind turned to Tracie. For the first time, 
I wondered if she still looked as she did three years ago. With a bit 
of trepidation, I turned, took a deep breath, and walked into the 
house.

I set my bags down, and made my way to the kitchen. When I got 
there, I could hear some music out back. It sounded like hard rock. 
It was rather loud, and it was some group I was unfamiliar with. I 
followed the noise and made my way to the pool. Tracie was 
frolicking in the deep end.

I watched her for a second before I yelled over the music, 
"HELLO TRACIE!"

She turned around and looked me over for a second or two before a 
big smile erupted on her face. All I could see of her was her face, 
the rest of her was submerged underwater. I'm afraid my mouth 
fell open when I saw her. I had forgotten how good looking she 
was, even at twelve. The three years since I had last seen her had 
matured her features from a cute Tom-boy to a stunning teenager.

I'm afraid her beauty caught me off guard, and all I could do for an 
awkward few moments was to stare at her. It was Tracie who 
finally broke the spell.

She yelled over the radio, "HELLO MR. TIM 
TRIMBLE!..I'VE REALLY BEEN LOOKING FORWARD 
TO SEEING YOU AGAIN." 

And for some reason she giggled after her comments.

Finally regaining my composure, I managed to yell, "HI!" back to 
her.

The next thing I did was to go over to her boom box and lower it  
so we wouldn't have to shout at each other, and then I reminded 
her once again about my name, "Just call me Tim!"

For some reason she giggled again before she asked, "Why don't 
you join me in the pool?"

"No thanks!" I shot back. 

I wanted to unpack an settle in so I asked, "You're parents said 
you'll show me to my room?"

Tracie giggled again, and just stared at me for a second or two 
before she said, "OK! But I have a big surprise for you first."

She was playing games already, but I did wonder about her 
surprise. I remembered, I always hated Tracie's surprises.

"And what's that Tracie?" I inquired. For some reason, I decided 
to play along. After all, I was a guest here.

She smiled broadly and said, "You'll see!" And then she started to 
walk towards me from the other end of the pool.

As I watched, slowly more and more of her body started to appear. 
As it did so, I'm sure my mouth must have fell open. More and 
more of her kept appearing, and yet there was still more of her. It 
didn't take long for my mind to realize that she had grown 
significantly, and that she had put on a lot of weight as well, but it 
fit perfectly on that body of hers.

In another moment, she was climbing out of the pool and moving 
towards me, and she kept getting bigger and bigger. I think my 
mind refused to grasp just how tall she had become.

When she was a couple of feet away, and towered over me even 
from that distance, she asked mischievously, "How do you like my 
new look?" And then she slowly turned for my benefit.

I found myself stuttering as I asked some questions, "Hhhow tttall 
are you?...My god, wwwhat'ya weigh?"

I think she enjoyed my reaction because she just grinned at me for 
a second before she went into a double biceps pose. Muscles 
sprang out all over her body, including two softball sized muscles 
in her arms.

Tracie was all smiles as she went into a few different poses I 
recognized from watching body building competitions on ESPN.

As she posed she told me her statistics. I'm over 6'3'' inches tall 
and still growing and I've put on over 100 pounds of solid muscle 
since we last met."

For the first time, I noticed the skimpy bikini she was wearing. It 
only enhanced her looks, and showed off her entire physique. 
Despite the fact that I thought she looked magnificent, I heard 
myself saying, "My God Tracie! What have you done to your 
body?"

Her smile turned to a frown, and she immediately answered back 
with a trace of sadness in her voice, " I thought you'd like my look, 
I did it for you!...You can't tell me you didn't enjoy our little 
wrestling matches?"

I didn't care if I hurt her feelings, I shot back somewhat 
sarcastically, "Those were games!...Kids stuff! I'm a mature 
man now." Then I paused for a second and thought about her last 
remark as Tracie's frown deepened. Finally, I said incredulously, 
"You did it for me!"

She ignored my comment. Instead, she walked right up to me and 
looked down into my stunned face, and as I stared up into hers in 
disbelief, her smile slowly returned.

Almost immediately, a feeling returned to me I dreaded and hated. 
I began to feel like a small child standing next to their parent. It 
was a reaction I always had around tall people. For some reason, 
her height made me feel inadequate once again. And even as I 
became angry, my mind was trying to cope with other emotions as 
well. I was having a difficult time grasping that this was the same 
girl who was my height the last time I saw her, and now she 
towered over me. 

As my eyes moved down from her smiling face, I realized they 
were level with her breasts, and what breasts they were. They 
jutted out from her body like two ripe cassava melons, and they 
glistened with droplets of water in the late afternoon sunshine. 
They looked magnificent, and I fought back the urge to touch 
them. I even felt my mouth go dry as I gaped at them. My eyes 
couldn't help lingering there for a moment and then they started 
wondering down the rest of her body. 

Tracie kept silent totally enjoying my reaction.

As my gaze wondered further, down past her rock hard abdomen 
and cute little belly button, they finally rested on her thighs. They 
were huge in comparison to my own, but still they were so young 
and fresh looking and unmistakably feminine. They were a vision 
in contrasts. Despite how beautiful they were, they also were 
unbelievably muscular and radiating with female power. And 
being wet, just enhanced the look twofold. Again, I had to fight 
back the urge to touch them, to hug them, to shower them with 
kisses. Just her raw female presence made my body react. I started 
to tremble slightly and then to shake noticeably. I'm sure my face 
reddened with embarrassment because I wanted to look up at 
Tracie, and to move away, but I just couldn't stop looking at that 
magnificent body of hers.

Finally, I heard her speak, "You say one thing, but you're reaction 
tells me another."

Her words finally broke the spell. With difficulty, I was able to 
look up into her beautiful face about a foot or so above my own. 
What a beauty she had become!

Slowly, I regained my composure, but I still felt myself trembling 
in her presence. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't control that 
reaction.

As I looked up at her, she cupped my chin with one of her hands 
and said triumphantly, "I knew you'd like the new me!"

Even as she spoke, she thought to herself; he's just the same size as 
before, and look how he's trembling!...This is so 
cool!..I'm going to have so much fun with him!.....He 
will be mine!"

I don't know why, but I reacted with my same old bravado. I 
slapped her hand away, and said, "Where's my room, I'm tired."

She reacted, like always, by ignoring my outburst, but it got her 
moving. As she moved away with her back to me and her hips 
swaying, she made a waving motion with her hand, and said, 
"Follow me."

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I don't know how she talked me into it. Maybe, it was the fact I 
had been rude to her the whole night. I did want to try and see if 
we could get along. It wasn't her fault she was so big. Anyone 
could look at her parents and see any kid of theirs would be big 
too.

In any case, I had agreed to go rock climbing with her in the hills 
west of the house. I knew I could hold my own. I was in fairly 
decent shape. I even suggested jogging there. I thought that might 
tire her out even before we started to do any dangerous stuff. It was 
my ace in the hole, one thing I was really good at was running. I 
often jogged through the hills back in Colorado.

So as I dressed, I looked out the window and saw it was a glorious 
California morning. I put on a new pair of jeans and a T-shirt and 
was ready to face Tracie and anything she might throw at me 
today. As I headed down stairs, I felt that old competitive spirit 
build up inside of me. I was determined to outdo her every chance 
I got.

At breakfast, Tracie was her old bubbly self. She really seemed 
excited about our outing today. I was fairly certain she still had a 
crush on me. A guy can tell these things by  the way a girl looks at 
him, and she was giving me that pie-eyed look. 

As we talked casually at the breakfast table, I couldn't help but 
give her the once over. Tracie was wearing a halter top and a pair 
of cut-off jeans that barely covered any part of her long tanned 
thighs. I had to admit she looked good in the outfit. She also wore 
a blue band around her head which kept her long blonde hair out of 
her eyes. I had to remind myself, she was only fifteen. For once, 
she looked much older than that.

My outfit was unacceptable, too constraining for rock climbing, 
she insisted. I actually had to go upstairs and take off my jeans so 
she could alter them. I had a surprise coming when she handed 
them back to me through a slight crack in the door, Tracie had cut 
off most of the pant legs. 

When I walked back downstairs, Tracie gave me the once over and 
whistled like a guy might at spotting a hot chick. 

After the whistle, she said in a provocative manner, "Nice legs!"

I just shook my head and said somewhat disgustedly, "Let's go."

As we walked towards the road, I vowed I was going to put her in 
her place today. It was quite obvious to me that she was still the 
same old Tracie.

Before we left the drive, Tracie asked, "Are you sure you don't 
want to use the bikes? It's two and a half miles to the trail."

I turned and said sarcastically, "Well, if you don't think you can 
make it."

She looked at me and her ever present grin disappeared. As she 
jogged past me she said somewhat flippantly, "I was thinking of 
you."

For the first mile or so the grade was down hill, and I led. 
Occasionally, I would pick up the pace just to see if she could keep 
up. She seemed to be moving quite freely. When she talked, she 
didn't even seem out of breath. After the first mile, I stopped 
chatting with her because my voice sounded worse than hers. It 
only made me more determined.

Somewhere during the second mile, the grade started to slope 
upwards and Stacie moved into the lead. I tried to keep up, but my 
legs were beginning to feel like lead, and I was starting to gasp for 
air.

When we got to the next hill, the grade seemed to slope directly 
upwards and I started to have trouble keeping up. Finally,  I just 
had to stop. I bent over, put my hands on my knees for support, 
and tried to take in as much oxygen as I could. 

When Tracie finally noticed, she came jogging back. She stopped 
right in front of me, but continued to jog in place and asked, "Are 
you OK?"

In a strained voice, I gasped out, "I just need a few minutes."

She helped me over to the side of the road and I leaned against the 
hillside for support as I regained my wind. Once again, I was 
totally embarrassed, but fatigue made me too weary to dwell on it.

Instead, I looked at Tracie, I wondered what she was thinking. She 
was smiling at me, as usual, but her smile seemed different 
somehow.

Tracie looked at Tim and wondered, How is he going to keep up 
with me? I do want to show him some fun activities like rock 
climbing and rollerblading and surfing, but I don't think he'll be 
able to keep up. What to do? I've got to figure this out.

While she thought about her dilemma with Tim, she looked him 
over once again. He was even handsomer than she remembered, 
and he was still that same cute size. She wasn't sure why she liked 
him so much. All she knew was that she did like him. Maybe, 
someday they would even get married. She even liked his spirit. 
He had the will of Hercules in the body of  Wally Cox.

As she helped Tim to his feet and they started out once again at a 
much slower pace, she made a decision. I'm going to have to take 
over. He's going to have to do everything I say. It should be a lot 
of fun bending him to my will. It'll be easy. I'm much stronger 
than he is. Even when I was twelve I was much stronger than him. 
Then old memories stirred within her and she remembered their 
last meeting. Those fond memories brought a smile to her face 
even as she jogged.

About ten minutes later they had to stop again so Tim could rest. 
As she watched him try to regain his wind, she smiled and thought 
it will be so much fun to train him. It's going to be so cool. But 
when should I start she thought? This evening seemed right. That 
would give him some time to rest, and he would need the time.

As she helped him up to his feet again, she only half jokingly 
asked, "Do you want me to carry you the rest of the way?"

A horrified look appeared on my face when I heard that remark. I 
sprang to my feet and started to jog once again.

Before Tracie took off after him, she watched him jog for a few 
moments and a smile spread across her face as she watched him. 
He does have spirit she thought. As she took off in pursuit, her 
mind went back to her other problem. She wanted to take him rock 
climbing or rollerblading tomorrow, but how was he going to keep 
up with her? Then she remembered her little joke about carrying 
him, and a solution appeared in her devious little mind and a big 
grin spread across her stunningly beautiful face once again.

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The rock climbing was not going well for me. The jog to the hills 
had sapped my strength. I had to rest every five minutes along the 
trail upward. I was just too exhausted to be embarrassed. I had lost 
another round to Tracie.

To her credit, she was being very patient with me. Her joking had 
ceased sometime ago and now she was being helpful more than 
mean spirited. It made me ashamed of how I had treated her so far 
during my visit. In fact, her attitude was more like an attentive 
older sister than a friend. Somewhere along the way, our roles 
seemed to have changed.

We finally made it to the ledge. It was a sheer rock face forty feet 
high blocking our path to the top. I looked up and cringed. I knew I 
didn't have the strength to pull myself up that sheer rock face.

Tracie saw my reaction and asked sympathetically, "Do you think 
you can make it?"

I hung my head and replied, "I don't know." 

All my earlier bravado was gone. It had been replaced with sheer 
exhaustion and a realization that Tracie was far superior to me in 
yet another athletic endeavor.

Tracie's next words surprised me, "We can go back."

I just had to show her. I looked up at her, took a deep breath , and 
said, "Let's go!"

That brought a smile to her face. But she did say like she was a 
cautious older sibling, "You first, and don't worry, I'll be right 
behind you."

For some reason, her words didn't anger me. I was now very happy 
that she would be right behind me. 

The first ten feet went really well. Tracie was just behind me on 
the sheer rock face. When I paused to rest a moment, I looked back 
and could see that two younger guys had stopped to watch our 
progress up the face of the rock. They had their hands folded about 
their chests, and were talking to one another. Every so often, I 
could see one of the guys say something and then they would both 
laugh out loud, their laughter echoing through the canyon.

I could see Tracie look back and she was giving them a stern look. 
When she wasn't looking at the two guys, she was yelling 
encouragement up to me, "You can do it! Just a little farther."

I looked up and it was a lot farther. In that moment, I panicked. I 
tried to pull myself up a little higher, but my strength was 
completely gone.

I yelled down, "Tracie, I can't make it!"

She yelled back up, "Hold on, I'm coming."

A moment later, I could feel her big body cover mine on the ledge.

I closed my eyes and prayed.

She whispered into my ear, "It's OK, I've got ya!"

I could hear the two guys laughing even louder now. It filled me 
with shame.

"Do you think you can make it down," she asked. 

"I'llllll try," I stammered.

Slowly, I made my way back down with Tracie's help. I knew I 
never could have made it on my own. She covered me with her big 
body as I moved downward placing her hands on mine to make 
sure I wouldn't lose my grip. It was the most agonizing ten 
minutes I ever spent in my life. The whole time the men's laughter 
filled my ears.

When we were but a few feet off the ground, Tracie jumped down 
and then plucked me off the rock, holding me up momentarily and 
then placing me on my feet. I looked back and up at her and she 
still looked fresh as a daisy. With Tracie's last move, the two guys 
laughter hit a crescendo.

As soon as I was down, Tracie whispered, "Are you ready to go."

I looked at her and nodded. I was exhausted, but I wanted to get 
away from those two men as fast as I could. We started to walk 
down the path when the two men blocked our way.

I got a good view of the two guys. They were typical jocks. Both 
were easily over six feet tall, and I estimated their ages at nineteen 
or twenty.

The bigger one spoke up first, "Hey babe, You've really got some 
muscles, but on you they look good!"

Tracie didn't seem upset, instead in a very calm voice she said, 
"Consider this a warning, you both have one chance to slither 
away...If you don't let us past, I'll kick both you're asses all 
over this mountain.

That brought laughter from the two guys and a loud Uhhhhh!

By this time, I was preparing to get my ass kicked all over the 
mountain. I knew I was going to have to protect Tracie somehow.

The other creep was the next to speak, "Hey Babe! Why don't you 
ditch your kid brother and spend the day with two real men."

In an angrier tone Tracie shot back, "For your information, he's 
not my kid brother, he's my boyfriend."

That brought the loudest laughter yet from the two punks.

I was not sure if I was more embarrassed by their laughter or more 
stunned at Tracie's comments. In any case, I didn't have time to 
dwell on it because that's when Tracie struck.

In a whirl of motion, she hit the slightly smaller creep with three or 
four shots. He went down as if he was pole-axed. The other man 
didn't waste any time, he tried to tackle Tracie and she grabbed 
him as he charged and they fell to the ground in a tangle of arms 
and legs.

I watched for a moment embarrassed that I hadn't waded in, but it 
all happened so fast, and it really didn't look like Tracie was going 
to need any help. 

My concentration on the fight was interrupted, when out of the 
corner of my eye, I saw the other man trying to crawl away. He 
looked hurt and his progress was very slow. When I looked back 
Tracie had the other guy wrapped up with her legs in a scissors 
hold. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and he was clawing 
at her legs frantically trying to get out.

In just a few seconds, she had gained complete control of the guy, 
and Tracie was leaning back on her elbow and applying a 
frightening amount of pressure. I watched mesmerized as her legs 
devoured the guy. They were so beautiful, but so deadly. For a 
second, I almost wished I was between her legs instead of that 
creep. That is until I heard him scream.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I think that's when his muscles must have given out and his 
stomach felt the full fury of Tracie big legs. It was only a few 
seconds later when he went limp. That's when Tracie's attentions 
turned to the other guy. He was still trying to crawl away, but he 
hadn't made much progress. 

When Tracie got up, she did an exaggerated little curtsey for my 
benifit. It was such a sexy move, all I could do was shake my head 
in amazement. Then she stretched her big body in a long casual 
yawn. Again, she looked so damn sexy doing it.

Finally, her attention moved back to the other guy and she slowly 
sauntered over to him. When she got there, she grabbed him by the 
hair and yanked, forcing him to his feet. He slowly rose on wobbly 
legs still controlled by Tracie's grip on is hair. 

The next thing she did blew my mind. She threw me a kiss with 
her free hand and started to walk him around painfully in a big 
circle dragging him by the hair. She swayed her hips and sauntered 
about in such a sexy way that I felt myself getting hard. I had to 
fight back the urge to grab my penis.

As I watched the one sided fight, I soon realized she was putting 
on a show for my benefit. She could have easily ended the fight a 
long time ago. Incredibly, the two punks had been no match for her 
and her awesome body. As I watched, I had to wonder just how 
strong she really was.

Finally, Tracie must have gotten board because she spun the guy 
around and placed him in a bear hug trapping his arms between 
hers, and then she lifted him off the ground and really started to 
apply the pressure.

He begged for a few moments and then he started to cry, but Tracie 
was still mad so she gave him the full power of her incredible 
arms. It must have only took a minute or so till he hung limp in 
those awesome arms of hers. When she saw he was no longer a 
threat, she walked over to me with the unconscious man still in her 
grasp.

She smiled at me for a moment and commented very casually, 
"See, there was nothing to worry about. I could have handled four 
or five more, like these two, without even working up a sweat."

After her statement, she threw the guy away like some piece of 
garbage that he was, walked right up next to me, and smiled down 
into my stunned face.

"Howww?" was all I was able to stammer out.

She immediately went into that double Biceps pose once again.

This time, I heard myself say, "You'rrr...You're 
magnificent!"

That brought the biggest smile to her face I had yet seen, and she 
casually commented, "I've been training this body of mine ever 
since the day we last parted three years ago. Those creeps had no 
chance."

She reached her hand out towards me and she said added very 
tenderly, "You have nothing to worry about, I will always protect 
you!"

This time, I wasn't embarrassed at her statement. I smiled back at 
her and reached for her huge hand. And as we walked down the 
path, I wasn't sure if we were holding hands like a boyfriend and 
girlfriend might or like an older sister might lead a younger brother 
on. But for some reason, I didn't dwell on the implications for too 
long. I put them from my mind and tried to focus on keeping up 
with Tracie.

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While I slept in my bed exhausted from the mornings ordeal, 
unbeknownst to me, Tracie was working on the two things her 
mischievous mind had come up with. They were the solution to 
one of her problems. When the backpack was complete, she held it 
up to see if it met her specifications. It did! 

Tracie had modified a backpack. It was the pack she used to fill 
with extra weights to increase resistance when she worked out on 
her stairmaster. Her modifications included cutting out two holes 
for my legs and a third hole strategically placed between the other 
two. The whole modification only required a bit of duct tape and a 
sturdy pair of scissors.

As she looked on her creation with glee, she said to herself with a 
giggle, I just can't wait to see his face when he sees what I've 
made for my little man. Now,  I'll be able to take him anywhere 
and we'll be able to do anything I want.

After her work was done, Tracie hurried upstairs to prepare herself 
for my surprise. First, she looked for and found her sexiest bikini. 
It was pink and more of a G-string than a bikini. It's top was very 
skimpy as well and showed off most of her magnificent boobs. In 
fact, it looked like they were going to spill out of that thin fabric at 
any moment.

After changing into the bikini, she stopped and looked at herself in 
the mirror, and was very pleased at what she saw. Then she went to 
her vanity to make herself as appealing as possible for her little 
man. Some sexy red lip stick was added and several other layers of 
war paint that enhanced a woman's beauty. In this case, It really 
wasn't needed because Tracie was a twenty on a scale of one to 
ten.

A stop at the mirror once more told her she was ready. She glanced 
at the clock and seen it was almost four. I had been sleeping for 
two and a half hours. That's long enough she thought and marched 
her big sexy body over to my room.

When she made her way into my room, she could hear me snoring. 
She sat next to me on the bed and gently shook me. With a few 
funny sounds, I slowly came back from dreamland.

When my eyes slowly began to focus I could see a beautiful 
apparition smiling above me. It only took me a second more to 
recognize Tracie's big body and awesome good looks.

"Tracie, What are you doing in here?" I said in shock. As I made 
my startled statement, I pulled the cover closer around me for 
modesty sake.

"Come on Timmy! Get up! I have some things to show you."

"Can't it wait?" was my groggy reply.

"No! Now get up! I have something really cool to show you."

As she made her statement, she reached for my hand and started to 
drag me out of bed.

"WAIT!" I yelled. "I'm just wearing my shorts."

"So!" Tracie replied. "You still have more on than me," and she let 
go of my hand so she could give me a good view of her.

My jaw dropped a foot when I saw her clearly. 

"Are you going swimming," I asked in a startled voice.

"Maybe later," she answered as if that wasn't the reason for the 
suit. 

"Now, get up!"

For some reason, I found himself moving to her command. I had to 
admit to myself that my briefs had about five times the fabric 
Tracie was wearing. When I finally ambled out of bed, Tracie 
grabbed my hand and dragged me out the door.

"Where are we going?" I managed to say.

"You'll see!" was her only reply.

She led me to a room I had not seen before. Inside, were all sorts 
of exercise equipment. It didn't take me long to realize this was 
Tracie's training room.

Once we reached the center of the room, Tracie let go of my hand,   
retraced her steps to the door, and quickly and efficiently locked it.

I was puzzled. What was Stacie doing?

After she locked the door, she walked right up to me and just 
stared down into my eyes for a moment. The look she had on her 
face frightened me, and I looked about considering my options.

Finally, she started to talk.

"Timmy, my man, things are about to change."

"I decided that the best defense is a good offense. In an angry 
voice, I shouted, "What are you talking about?"

She cupped my chin with her huge hand and said, "From now on, 
I'm calling the shots."

I'm sure I sounded a bit scared when I replied, "Your dad said I 
was in charge!" 

Even to me, it sounded completely lame.

We just stared at each other for a few moments. Tracie's smile 
growing as time passed. Finally, my mind settled on what seemed 
like my only option. I was about to bolt. 

Tracie must have sensed it because she reached down and grabbed 
me under the arms and lifted me up. I was lifted till my feet were 
dangling a good twelve inches off the floor.

She held me even with her face and was grinning at me as I stared 
dumbfounded back at her.

Finally, I managed to yell, "Tracie, put me down this instant!"

"Put you down," she said in a joking manner, "I'm going to hold 
you higher."

After her statement, she extended her arms out and up lifting my 
body high over her head. I must have been a good three feet of the 
ground by now.

Her strength was incredible. She held me like that for some time 
and it didn't seem as if she's was expending any energy at all.

In a less demanding tone, I said, Please Tracie, put me down. This 
is embarrassing."

"Why?" she asked, "because a fifteen year old girl is infinitely 
stronger than a twenty one year old guy?...Well Timmy, I'm 
afraid you're just going to have to get used to it....You see, in 
this world the strong always rule."

"PUT ME DOWN!" I yelled.

She didn't put me down. Instead, she started to squeeze my chest 
with her thumbs.

"OK! OK! Let me go!" I said in a much less authoritative voice.

"OK what?" she asked.

"OK, you can be in charge for a little while," I said in a whisper.

"That's a good boy!" she said in a very mocking tone, but she did 
stop squeezing me.

In the next instant, she was repositioning me. I now found myself 
on her hip. It was unbelievably embarrassing.

After I was repositioned, she walked over to a full length mirror, 
and I saw our reflections for the first time.

She let me soak in the reflection for a moment before she spoke, 
"Don't we make a nice looking couple, little Timmy and his BIG 
STRONG fifteen year old girlfriend."

I couldn't help myself, I turned my head and buried my face in her 
shoulder.

When she saw my reaction, she grabbed my head with one of her 
hands and turned it so that I was looking right at her. 

In a little girl's voice she whispered, "Don't be embarrassed, little 
one. It's just the natural order of things between us."

After her statement she kissed me.

I tried to fight her, but her hand effortlessly held my head prisoner 
and her lips did the rest. I struggled at first, but it was such a 
wonderful sensation, I finally gave in to the kiss.

Afterwards, she turned me towards the mirror and ordered, "Make 
a muscle!"

I felt totally silly, but what choice did I have. I made a muscle.

Tracie in that mocking tone of hers said, "WOW!....What a gun 
you have there!"

My embarrassment hit a new level, but Tracie wasn't done yet. She 
reached for my muscle with the thumb and forefinger of her right 
hand and as  soon as they were in place, started to squeeze it 
between them. 

My muscle immediately disappeared under the onslaught and I felt 
pain.

For the first time, I heard myself begging, "Please Tracie..that 
hurts."

She surprisingly let up and then she made a muscle, and ordered 
me to "Squeeze it."

The muscle was as big as a soft ball. I couldn't help but be 
mesmerized by it. Instead of squeezing immediately, I felt it. It was 
as hard as a rock. Even before I tried, I knew my hand and fingers 
couldn't dent that thing.

Still, I was ordered to try.

"Go ahead, squeeze it," she said.

I did, but not like Tracie had done. I used my whole hand, but it 
was like granite, and there was no give to it.

Finally, she said in a gentler voice, "See what you're up against."

After her comment, I looked into her eyes and then I hung my 
head. The realization finally hit home that against such 
overwhelming force, I had no chance.

For the next five minutes, she made me stare at our reflections in 
the mirror. From time to time, she would compare our bodies. My 
legs looked like sticks to hers and her darkly tanned muscles made 
my pale frame almost look sickly in comparison.

She must have read my mind because, at that very moment, she 
told me that I was going to be put on a training regimen and that 
the California sun would give me a healthier look in no time.

Even to this indignity, I remained quiet. I needed time to think and 
to plan. 

Finally, with a contented look on her face she stared into the mirror 
and commented, "I guess there's no need for us to have anymore 
tests of strength, like we did in the past. We both know where the 
power lies."

I looked at her through the mirror and then I hung my head totally 
defeated because I knew she was right.

But my ordeal was just beginning. In another quick move, she let 
my feet slide to the floor and quickly wrapped her big thighs 
around my head. I was facing her with my feet firmly on the floor, 
but my back was arched backwards in an awkward sort of way. In 
this position, her luscious legs had complete control over me. My 
hands tried to claw at her thighs to relieve the pressure on my head, 
from its sexy leg prison, to no avail. My head was inches from her 
private parts as well, and my eyes shot a few quick glances in that 
direction.

She playfully tweaked my nose and exclaimed, "It's just so easy to 
control you! It's even better than I had dreamed! We're going to 
have so much fun together!"

The last part of her statement filled me with dread. Our parents had 
just left. What was she planning? But I didn't voice my concerns, I 
kept my thoughts to myself, I knew she was beyond reasoning 
with. I don't think it would have mattered anyway. I was a toy, a 
plaything, and there just wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.

Finally, her legs released me and as soon as they did, she reached 
down and lifted me up again. I was instructed to place my legs 
around her middle, with my arms around her neck, and when I did, 
I felt like a small child. I barely could fit my arms around her neck 
because her breasts jutted out so far, but I managed. She put her 
arms around me as well and squeezed, but it wasn't anywhere near 
her full power. Rather, it was more like a loving hug, but it still 
squeezed the breath out of me.

As she held me, I could feel her breasts crushing against me. They 
weren't hurting me though. Instead, it felt very pleasurable. For the 
first time, I could sense feelings of lust creep into my mind. My 
dick was responding too, and that uncontrollable sensation from 
yesterday returned. I felt myself start to shake.

Tracie must have noticed too because she laughed out loud and had 
a comment ready, "Why Tim, I think you really love this big body 
of mine!"

After her statement she moved us real close to the mirror and said 
very happily, "I think you need a nick name. From now on, I'm 
going to call you TREMBLER!"

At that point, I didn't think it could get any worse, but I would 
soon find out that I was wrong.

She walked us over to a table and lifted me onto it. I now found 
myself sitting on the edge of a large table.

As I looked up at her, she said sweetly but excitedly, "Now, for 
your big surprise!"

I hated Tracie's surprises and I was sure I wouldn't like this one 
either.

She reached over and produced a backpack from somewhere and 
sang out, "Wallah!"

I stared at it confused for a second or two before Tracie filled me 
in.

"This is little Trembler's carrier. With it we'll be able to do 
everything. I can take you rock climbing, rollerblading, and even 
surfing."

I stared at it for a few more seconds before her words began to sink 
in. For the first time, I saw the holes in the bottom of the backpack. 
Then it finally hit home what Tracie intended to use the devise for.

"My God Tracie! I'm a grown man, and your just a teenage girl. 
It's appalling. I'll be totally humiliated."

"Nonsense! I bet you'll grow to like it and then to love 
it!....Besides, you really don't have a choice."

"Tracie, I'll...I'll fight you."

She put her hands on the table resting them on either side of my 
body, leaned down, and stared right into my face.

Her words were not gentle. "Listen, If I have too, I'll put you over 
my knee and wail the tar out of you. And then you'll have a sore 
bottom when I put you in that carrier....Do you get the 
picture?"

I looked at her for a second more and thought. What do armies do 
when they come in contact with overwhelming force? They either 
fight and get destroyed or surrender. At that moment, I chose the 
second option. I lowered my gaze and shook my head in total 
defeat. It just couldn't get worse I thought.

"Good boy!" she cooed, and patted me on the head.

After acknowledging my defeat, Tracie picked up the backpack 
and asked very playfully, "Did you notice this hole?" And she 
stuck her finger through a third hole I hadn't noticed before. Then 
she playfully wiggled her finger as I looked on. 

I looked at the hole for a second and Tracie's wiggling finger, and 
then it dawned on me and became painfully obvious what its use 
would be.

"Please Tracie! Not that!"

She ignored my plea and informed me, "Time to try it out...I'll 
get you ready."

She pulled me to the floor and pulled off my T-shirt. It was like 
fighting against the wind. Then she turned around and placed her 
big butt right in my face. Her weight and bulk totally immobilized 
me. I tried to push her off, but I was completely outgunned by this 
stunning teenage beauty.

With her hands free, she easily worked my shorts off my legs. 
After her handiwork had been completed, she paused a second to 
enjoy her easy victory. 

She grabbed my penis and remarked, "At least you're not small 
down here."

I pleaded, "Tracie please stop, you're only fifteen for gods sake!" 

As usual, my plea fell on deaf ears. Tracie was having too much 
fun and enjoying her new found control over me. A few seconds of 
manipulation produced the desired results. My penis was as hard as 
a rock. I felt myself losing control.

"TRACIE!" I yelled in a voice that sounded as if I was out of 
breath, and I was.

Tracie stopped in the nick of time, but not because of my pleading. 
Rather, she had produced the desired result. She wanted my penis 
rock hard so it would  stick way out of the hole in the backpack.

Quickly, my perspective of the world changed once again. She 
placed me back on the tables edge and informed me, "Now, let's 
try it out!"

In a flash, Tracie slipped on the backpack, squatted down before 
me, and instructed me to slide down into it.

I did as I was told. What choice did I have? My legs fit neatly 
through the bottom holes and as soon as I was securely confined, 
Tracie stood up! I had to yell to her to wait before she secured it 
snugly to her back because I had to guide my still rock hard penis 
through the hole in the front. As soon as it was through, Tracie 
started to tie it snugly to her back. 

I had to yell again, so I could reposition my penis almost vertically 
up her back so it had enough room in the tight quarters it now 
found itself in."

I got another order before she took me over to the mirror to view 
her handiwork.

"Make sure that little willy of yours doesn't do anything drastic 
back there, or so help me, you'll get it but good!"

I tried to control it, but it had a mind of its own. Maybe, if I 
thought about sports!

I was sitting high up on her back. My legs sort of naturally went 
around her hips and my hands found a resting place around her 
neck. If I wasn't so totally humiliated, I might have found this very 
comfortable.

Before I could plead for her to let me go, she walked over to the 
mirror to admire her handiwork. She was all smiles as she saw our 
reflection. Instead of commenting, she changed her position in 
front of the mirror noticing how we looked from different vantage 
points. It was like she was modeling a new dress, and she wanted 
to see how it looked from all perspectives.

Tracie was exalted. As she stared at her reflection, she felt more 
powerful then she ever had before in her life. Here was a full 
grown man totally helpless on her back. What a kick! I have 
complete power and control over him she thought. He belongs to 
me from now on, and I will possess him. And as my gaze turned 
towards her and she spied my defeated look, she said triumphantly 
to herself, And he'll grow to love it!

Tracie even tried balancing on one foot. It was easy. My weight 
was nothing to her. Why I  could carry him around all day and not 
even work up a sweat she thought, but tomorrow will be the 
moment of truth. That's when the carrier gets its first field test.

My mind at this moment was miles away. I closed my eyes and 
thought about my predicament and all the shame I felt. The thought 
struck me that this was only the beginning of my ordeal. My 
parents wouldn't be home for two weeks. I had a feeling of utter 
helplessness wash over me as I thought about my future with 
Tracie in charge.

As she looked at her handiwork for the umteenth time, her smile 
grew. Finally, she commented, "Is this too cool or what?"

I found my voice once more and this time I tried a new approach. I 
really begged, "Please Tracie, enough is enough."

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

Thinking it was a way out of my dilemma I answered, "Real 
hungry!"

"Good! I want to show you off to my girlfriend."

"Please, not in this Tracie," I begged.

"Tracie said in a very sweet voice, Of course not silly! When we 
go to Mickey D's I have another surprise for you."

"Oh God! I thought, not another surprise.

------------------------------------------

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when Tracie informed me 
that she was driving.

"Your driving?" I parroted back. "No way!...Your only 
fifteen!....Your dad said not to let you drive."

"Way!" she answered back. "Besides, I'm not going to tell him, are 
you?"

I lowered my head and said in almost a whisper, "No!"

"Good boy she shouted out with glee," and patted my head once 
again.

Her driving was not the surprise though. After she had located the 
car keys, she came back with my instrument of torture. It was a car 
seat modified to hold me. I don't know why the Perkins's had a car 
seat, but there it was.

This time, she placed the seat on the edge of the table and lifted me 
into it. It was another perfect fit. With no effort she picked the car 
seat up and placed it on her right hip and started to walk towards 
the car port.

In panic, I yelled, "Aren't we going to dress!"

All I was wearing were my shorts and T-shirt and Tracie still had 
on her bikini. 

As she continued carrying me to the Porsche, she stated in a very 
matter of fact manner, "Hey, in LA were overdressed."

I was placed next to Tracie in the front seat. I didn't think my 
shame could get any worse, but Tracie had found a new level for 
me. I closed my eyes as she turned the key in the ignition and 
started up the engine. She held the key too long and the engine 
made a grinding sound. Tracie laughed and then put the car in gear 
and took off.

When we hit the highway, Tracie told me to put my hands on the 
little yellow steering wheel, and pretend to drive. I looked at her 
with a pitiful look on my face, but she returned my look with a 
glare. Her look brooked no disobedience. I did as I was told. I 
moved my little wheel back and forth as she drove. I felt like a 
complete idiot and I was so damn ashamed. This fifteen year old 
girl had reduced me to a small child in just a few short hours.

It got worse. 

"Beep the horn," she commanded.

I looked at her and saw no compromise on her face. So I beeped 
my little blue horn. Toot!....Toot!

As we drove down the road, little toots could be heard every now 
and then from my horn.  Toot!...Toot!

Thankfully, McDonalds was only a couple of miles down the road. 
We made it with no incident even though Tracey wasn't the best of 
drivers. We pulled in and went around to the back  where the drive 
through was located. It was Sunday evening and the place was not 
too crowded. 

As we drove to our place in line by the take out window, a couple 
of guys and their dates walked by. All of them did a double take. I 
just closed my eyes. Before doing so, I noticed Tracie was all 
smiles. She even waved to them and one of the idiots waved back.

When it was our turn, the pick up girl took our order, paused a 
moment, and exclaimed, "Tracie! Is that you?"

"Yep Monica! It's me! Wait to you see what I've got."

After Tracie ordered, she drove to the pick up window and I could 
see that Monica was another blonde beach Babe, maybe, slightly 
older than Tracie.

She handed Tracie the order and did a double take when she saw 
me. I closed my eyes again, it was just too embarrassing. 

"Who's that!" she said with glee in her voice.

"That's The Trembler! He's my boyfriend!"

Monica was all smiles as she looked me over. Then she asked a 
question. "Is that the one you've been talking about for the last 
three years."

Tracie said very proudly, "Yep! He's the one!"

Monica just shook her head and stared at me a second before she 
exclaimed, "Girl! You are just too much!"

Both girls laughed.

Then they did something right out of my worst nightmare. They 
smacked hands and yelled, "GIRLS RULE!"

The car beeped its horn behind us and we had to move along. 
Before we took off, Monica asked, "Can I come over and get in on 
some of this?"

Tracie thought a second before she answered, "Not 
today...We're still sort of getting reacquainted..I plan on 
holding a party soon, I'll give you a call."

I was horrified to hear that bit of news.

Tracie took off and Monica waved after us, sort of sadly I might 
add. We ate in a secluded corner of the lot. I was thankful for that. 
Then mercifully we were on our way home.

I finally started to relax a bit, but the ride back home did seem 
quicker. Tracie was gaining some confidence driving and we were 
going pretty fast maybe even speeding. We were almost back to 
our street when I saw the flashing lights and heard the police car. 
All I could do was close my eyes and pray.

As we came to a stop, I thought maybe this was all a dream and I 
would wake up before the police officer got to the window. I could 
hear his footsteps as he approached. It wasn't a dream, but it could 
have been a nightmare. In the next instance, I heard the officers 
voice. It was a woman.

"Tracie! What are you doing driving?.....Do you know you 
were doing 50 in a 25 mile per hour zone!"

Tracie's voice sounded like that of an angel as she stated very 
sweetly, "I'm sorry, Emma. I was going straight home."

She knew the officer. That gave me an inkling of hope. Then the 
officer shined the flashlight right into my face. I closed my eyes 
and prayed once more. I hadn't prayed so much since my parochial 
school days.

The officer kept the flash light on me for what seemed like an 
eternity. Then she started to laugh. 

Finally, she asked, "Who's this Tracie?"

From her tone, I thought she might be a friend of the family. I 
wasn't sure if that was good or bad news.

"This is my boyfriend, The Trembler!..I mean Tim. You know 
the one I told you about who lives back in Colorado...He's 
twenty one!

Why did she have to tell her my age.

The officer listened and then there was silence for a few seconds.

What she did next totally surprised me. She stood up and yelled to 
her partner, "Hey Clara, come on over!...You gotta see this!"

Her partner came walking up on the other side of the car and stared 
in. She bust out laughing when she spotted me.

Then the first officer said, "Do you have his license?"

To my surprise, Tracie reached in the glove compartment and 
produced my wallet. How had she gotten hold of that?

She opened the wallet and found my license immediately. Emma 
the cop took it from Tracie and shined her flash light on it.

Then Emma said in a very formal way, "Will want to question him 
for a few minutes, Tracie. If you don't want us to tell your dad, just 
sit here while we talk to..." and she shined the light on my 
license again and read my name, "Mr. Tim Trimble."

Tracie said in the sweetest most angelic voice I ever heard from 
her, "Yes ma'am."

After Tracie's approval, Emma looked at her partner and asked, 
"Clara can you get him."

Her partner opened the door, pulled my car seat closer to her, and 
then grabbed me under the arms and lifted me right out of the 
contraption. I was out the door and in her arms in a flash. She had 
her arms locked under me for support and I sort of naturally placed 
my hands loosely around her neck as well. 

Without a word, she started to walk back to the patrol car with me 
in her arms. At this point, I realized that she was a pretty big 
woman. She must have been easily well over six feet tall. I could 
see that her partner was following us and she seemed almost as tall 
as her partner.

I got up the courage and said, "I can walk!"

Clara laughed and said, "Enjoy the ride....Stud!"

I was carried all the way back to the police car. When we got there, 
she placed me on the front hood, grabbed my head between her 
hands, and forced my lips right into her own. She kissed me so 
hard she seemed to inhale my lips. She took me forcibly, and I 
couldn't move. The kiss lasted a long time.

Finally, Emma came running over and yelled, "Hey! Let me have 
some sugar too."

Finally, Clara reluctantly broke off the kiss. I took a big gulp of air 
as she eased up. Her kiss made me feel woozy. While I tried to 
recover, Clara picked me up again and handed me over to Emma. 
This time, I found myself in that now familiar position of being 
lifted up and held aloft under the armpits. She lifted me up and 
down a few times as she inspected me right in front of the police 
car headlights. Every so often a car would whiz by. By this time 
though, I had stopped worrying about what other people thought.

After her inspection she told Clara, "He's perfect. Take down his 
address and will get his phone number too." Then she was raping 
my lips just like Clara had done.

After a very long time, she broke off the kiss, and stated in a joking 
manner, "I better check him for a concealed weapon."

I was repositioned once again. This time I was being cradled and 
she was supporting most of my weight with just her right arm 
under my back. With the other hand she pulled down my shorts 
and started to probe around. At this point, I was pretty sure this 
wasn't standard police procedure.

Finally, she got to my penis and grabbed it stating jokingly to her 
partner, "He's got a pretty big weapon, Clara." 

With that both women broke out into laughter once again.

Fortunately for me at that very moment, they got a call over the 
police band. As Clara took the call, Emma carried me back to the 
car. In transit Emma told me the facts, "You'll be hearing from 
us..Stud. And by the way we like it rough!"

Then she opened the door and placed me back in the seat and slid it 
back over next to Tracie. 

My mind was spinning. Was this part of LA overrun with 
Amazons? Were men becoming the weaker sex?

After I was snugly back in place, she turned to Tracie and said, 
"Go straight home, and I won't tell your dad."

Tracie looked relieved too and said very 
sweetly, "Yes Emma! Straight home!"

Before she closed the door, Emma looked at me once again and 
said, "Be seeing you around, Tim."

She didn't wait for my an answer. She slammed the door and took 
off towards her patrol car. Tracie started the car up and drove at a 
snails pace back home. The police car followed us right to Tracie's 
drive, then it took of real fast with the lights flashing.

I was relieved. We had just dogged a major bullet.

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I was allowed to spend the rest of the night on my own. I turned in 
very early, and I knew tomorrow would be a day I would like to 
forget. I dreaded the carrier she had fabricated. I wondered if she 
would actually carry me around in it, in public. From what had 
already transpired, I guess I already knew the answer to that 
question. 

As I laid in bed, I almost hoped tomorrow would never come. As it 
turned out, it came almost immediately. It seemed just as I closed 
my eyes and fell into a deep sleep, in the next instance, Tracie was 
gently shaking me awake. 

She was already dressed. As I gazed at her choice of clothing, I 
wondered if all her clothes were designed to show off her 
phenominal physique. Today she had on a pair of faded cut-offs. 
They barely covered any portion of her mile-long, darkly tanned, 
and powerfully muscled lower limbs. Her top consisted of a yellow 
sleeveless T-shirt that was pulled up high enough by her broad 
shoulders and firm melon sized breasts to reveal her trim waist and 
rippling abb's.  

While she told me the itinerary for the day, I was allowed to dress. 
As I put on a fresh pair of socks and listened, I realized that 
somewhere along the line, I had lost my own personal space. 

"The first thing we're going to do today Trembler, is go back and 
climb those rocks, and then.."

At this point I had to interrupt, "But Tracie, I don't think I can 
climb those rocks."

"No problemo, Tremb! What do you think the carrier's for?" 

While she spoke, she pointed over to a corner chair where she had 
placed the carrier. In my haste to dress, at this point I was slipping 
into my cut-offs, I hadn't even noticed it.
When I heard the bad news, I stopped and stared at the carrier for a 
moment. I was horrified at the thought of Tracie trying to climb 
those sheer rock faces with me on her back.

By this time, she had already continued on with her schedule, 
"And after we get back from the rocks, will eat and then do a little 
rollerblading. There's a little park, up the beach, I want you to 
see."

I had to interrupt her again. Now was the time to make my stand.

"Tracie, I can't climb into that contraption again. What if 
somebody sees us?"

She listened and then she looked at the ceiling, rolled her eyes, and 
shook her head in disgust. When she looked my way again, she 
was already moving. She strolled right up to me, looked down at 
me with an amused smile on her face, and said, "Well, Duhh! 
That's the whole point Trembler."

With that big body of hers so close, my resolve seemed to crumble. 
I tried to come up with some answer, some argument, that would 
convince her, but my delay in answering only triggered a response 
from Tracie. I found myself being lifted. She had placed her hands 
under my arms and hoisted me high-up over her head once again. 

Grinning from ear to ear, she said sarcastically, "Besides, you 
don't really think you have any choice do you?"

I went through a range of emotions up there high over her head as I 
stared into her lovely blue-green eyes. The last two were despair 
and then shame. Tracie seemed to read me like a book and then 
feed off my emotions. Her control over me seemed to be getting 
stronger and stronger. I just didn't seem to have an answer for that 
awesomely muscled body of hers. 

We stared at each other for some time, Victress and vanquished. In 
no time, that same old uncontrollable reaction occurred once more. 
First I started to tremble and then I got a full fledge bout of the 
shakes. As she continued to stare at me, her smile broadened even 
further, and then my body was moving again.

She placed me, in a standing position, on top of the bed. I was sure 
she held me up there, high over her head, waiting for me to start 
shaking, and I didn't disappoint her.

That fact aggravated me and I said sarcastically,  "You wanted me 
to start shaking didn't you?"

Her mind was already focused on the carrier, but she did take the 
time to reply even as she went to collect it.

"Well Tremb, it is your signature move!"

All I could do is hang my head in shame.

By this time, Tracie was already putting on the modified back 
pack. After she had secured it to her back, she came sauntering 
back over to the bed and stood facing me. Incredibly, we were 
virtually the same height, and I was standing on top of the bed. 

She looked at me for a second with an expression like she was 
considering something. Then she said "I think I'll let you keep 
your pants on, this time, but your little willy's coming out."

"Please Tracie not that!" I begged.

She wasn't in a receptive mood. Even as I pleaded, she unzipped 
my fly and reached in with her hand and started to rummage 
around. 

I grabbed her wrist. That helped for all of five seconds. All she did 
was brake my hold, grab each of my wrists with one of her own 
hands and bend my arms around my back and out of the way. In 
the same motion, she pinned both of my wrists together. Then she 
transferred the grip of both wrists to her left hand freeing up her 
right to complete the task of freeing my penis from the 
confinement of my shorts.

I looked on helplessly as she completed her task.

When she was done she yelled, "Wallah!"

I thought I looked completely ridiculous.

Then I got an instruction.

"Now Tremb, I'm going to release your hands and bend down. I 
think you know what I want you to do."

I knew. 

After she bent down, I climbed into the carrier. Just like last night, 
I fit perfectly. After I was in, Tracie stood and tightened the straps 
and we were ready to go.

As she bounded downstairs and made her way to the car port, I got 
some more bad news.

"I'm taking my bike, Tremb! You don't mind do you?"

Right now the car seat seemed like an appealing second option.

Tracie didn't wait for a reply from me. I don't think it would have 
mattered anyway. She pulled her bike out, got on, and we were off 
on what would be the most embarrassing day of my life. 

I held on for dear life as she sped out of the drive and whizzed 
down the road towards the rock climbing area. At the same time, 
my head was turning from side to side looking for traffic or people 
along the side of the road. I just prayed the road wouldn't be too 
crowded. The road turned out to be deserted till a black and white 
turned onto the highway about one hundred yards in front of us. 
When I saw it, I just buried my head in Tracie's shoulder and 
closed my eyes.

The patrol car slowed and in response, Tracie stopped pedaling and 
waited for the car to come along side. When the officer rolled 
down the window, I saw it was the lady cops from last night. A 
cackle of laughter greeted us from inside.

Emma tried to get her voce under control as she asked, "Tracie, 
Now what are you doing?"

Tracie answered "We're going rock climbing and he can't keep up. 
It's just easier this way."

We were greeted with another round of laughter before Emma 
could respond.

"You be careful with him."

"Oh I will. He's as light as a feather, and besides, he's a lot safer 
on my back."

When I heard the next round of laughter, I buried my head in 
Tracie's shoulder for a second time, and closed my eyes once 
again.

The police car started to move very slowly, and Emma directed her 
last comments at me before they took off, "See you around, Tim. 
And don't let your girlfriend do all the work."

Like I really had a choice.

We made the trail to the rocks in ten minutes. During the trip, a 
couple of cars slowed down and yelled some pretty outrageous 
things our way. Tracie seemed to take it quite well. Of course, the 
comments were directed at me. The two bikers just stopped their 
bikes and stared, I was glad they didn't turn around and follow.

The worst of the bunch were the truck drivers. They'd always beep 
their horns as they went by. For some reason, their was a lot of 
trucks on the road. I was fairly certain that we were the hot topic of 
conversation over the CB's, and I'm sure some truckers changed 
their route to get a look at the young muscle Babe and her human 
cargo.

Today the path up to the rocks was loaded with people. A common 
question was is something wrong with him? Tracie would always 
stop and very patiently answer each and every question. Her 
answer would always be something to the effect that I wasn't 
capable of keeping up with her and she didn't want me to hurt 
myself trying.

By this time, I think I was starting to feel numb. I just tried to stare 
straight ahead and block out the world.

Just before we reached the first wall of rock, a young couple 
stopped ahead of us to see the strange sight. 

The girl who was a few years older than Tracie predictably asked, 
"Is he hurt?"

As usual, Tracie fielded all questions, "Naw! He's just too weak to 
climb the rocks by himself."

The girl really looked impressed and she asked, "Can I feel your 
muscle."

That brought a big smile to Tracie's face and she immediately 
made a muscle for the young woman. It was always impressive to 
see Tracie do that, her biceps swelling to the size of a navel orange 
on her right arm.

The girl and even her boyfriend took a few moments to feel that 
rock hard lump of flesh, and both were impressed.

While the couple ogled Tracie's muscle, she looked back over her 
shoulder towards me and commanded, "Hey Tremb, make a 
muscle for the lady."

I had to stick my arm out next to Tracie's and make a muscle. I 
wasn't a bad person, I really didn't deserve this.

The girl first felt Tracie's arm again and then mine. Then her 
boyfriend did the same. Both just shook their heads and tried to 
hold back their laughter. 

Afterwards, Tracie commented, "Now you can see why he's better 
off on my back!"

The couple agreed, said their good-bye's, and then moved off 
down the trail. After waving good-bye and then making me do the 
same, Tracie headed up towards the first wall of rock. In almost the 
same place as yesterday, I was surprised to see the same two 
creeps Tracie had destroyed. When they saw her, they skittered off 
like a pair of frightened rabbits and I couldn't blame them. 

Their retreat brought a chuckle from Tracie, and she reached back, 
patted my cheek, and said gleefully, 'They must have seen you 
coming, Tiger!"

Tracie just knew how to press my buttons.

As a crowd gathered, Tracie started the ascent. As soon as we were 
a few feet off the ground, I really started to cling to her. I was 
absolutely terrified. It was a very strange unsettling feeling to be so 
high up and not have any control. I was literally suspended in mid-
air.

After Tracie negotiated a tuff spot on the rock, she paused, looked 
back, and quipped, "Are you really that scared, or just using it as 
an excuse to feel my muscles.

I WAS really that scared!

Ten minutes later we had negotiated the forty foot monster. As 
soon as we made it, the crowd let out with a big cheer from below 
and Tracie did a grand bow. I was beginning to realize that Tracie 
loved the attention.

After a few more waves to her fans, she strolled over to the next 
big ledge. It looked tougher than the first wall of rock. This one 
even had a name. The sign read Devil's Palisade. 

I had seen and read enough. I tried a little reverse psychology.

"Tracie this one is way to easy, why don't we go to that park you 
told me about."

Of course, my little ploy backfired.

"You maybe right, Tremb. I think I'll only use my arms on this 
one."

Me and my big mouth.

I had a strangle hold on her as she started to pull us up the rock 
only using her arms. Slowly and carefully she would find a hand 
hold above her head and then she would hoist her and my body a 
few feet higher up on the rock. Never did she rest her legs on any 
support. They just dangled there in mid-air. Every so often, I 
would get the courage to look down. It was a remarkable sight not 
to see her legs anchored on some ledge. And she was doing it. She 
was actually pulling us up higher and higher on Devil's Palisade. If 
I hadn't been out of my mind with fear, I might have really been 
impressed.

Her strength was truly awesome to do what she was doing. It really 
hit home just how much stronger Tracie was than me. I did some 
quick calculations and came up with the fact that she must be at 
least three or four times stronger than I was. And she was only 
fifteen! 

I felt so helpless, so out of control, so overwhelmed. And it was a 
young teenage girl who had overwhelmed me. I was the boy yet 
she was in control. I was much older yet she was so much stronger. 
I should have been in charge yet she was pulling me up the cliff 
like a Indian maiden carries her papoose. It was just too much for 
my mind to comprehend. So I closed my eyes in hopes of shutting 
out the outside world and clung as tightly as I could to the 
mountain of muscle that was Tracie.

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After a quick stop back at the beach house to eat and freshen up, 
we were off to that park Tracie had told me about. She had a nice 
set of rollerblades. Of course, I wouldn't be needing any. I did try 
to talk her out of taking me in the carrier. I told her it would be fun 
to try my hand a rollerblading, but her reply was I had already 
proven I couldn't keep up and that was that. And it was!

The paved trail paralleled the beach. It was scenic and very 
crowded with joggers, bikers, and other rollerbladers. Tracie had a 
new audience and I had a new batch of people to try and hide from. 

"Look at that!" was a common statement. I think the smirks from 
people as they passed by were worst of all. It was hard to tell what 
they were thinking. I wanted to hide from the stares and laughter, 
but my carrier made that impossible. I was sure that I had finally 
hit rock bottom. I didn't think it was possible to sink any lower 
than I felt at that very moment.

Tracie, on the other hand, was positively glowing. As bad as the 
people treated me, they were awestruck by her. She was young and 
gorgeous with an unbelievable body, an all-American girl 
supersized. How couldn't they be impressed? 

And I hadn't even mentioned her rollerblading. She was by far the 
best on the trail. Her long graceful strides just ate up the pavement. 
Nobody could keep up with her, and the trees where a blur when 
she put it into overdrive. 

The park was four miles away, but it seemed like it only took 
minutes to get there. When we arrived, the park looked like a prop 
from the movie Muscle Beach Party. A good part of it was devoted 
to the muscle set, and of course that's right were Tracie and I were 
heading.

It was obvious Tracie was a regular here because everybody waved 
or acknowledged her as she bladed by. A big overly developed guy 
walked by and Tracie stopped to talk.

"Hello Hans! How's the training going?"

Hans looked me over for a second then said in a thick German 
accent, Gut! I vil vin this year...Who's the girly man?"

Hans was lucky I couldn't get at him with being strapped into the 
carrier and all.

Tracie chuckled, but hit him really hard on the arm in a playful 
way and said, "He's not a girly man. He's my boyfriend, The 
Trembler."

Hans curtly acknowledged me with a slight bow of his big fat 
head, and then replied sarcastically, "Putz him on ze protein diet 
und verk him out und he'll sprout a few muscles in no time."

I really hated that guy. At least I took great satisfaction in the fact 
that, as he walked away, he was rubbing the spot on his arm where 
Tracie had just hit him. 

As soon as we got to the equipment, Tracie stepped out of her 
rollerbades and started to work out. Like usual, a crowd gathered. I 
begged to be released, but it appeared that Tracie wanted to 
workout with my added weight attached to her back.

There was a bar about eight feet above the ground used for 
chinning and other exercises. She jumped up, grabbed on with me 
still attached to her back, and went into a number of sets of  
pullups, chinups, and dips. After each set, the crowd applauded and 
they even kept count for her. 

Halfway through her workout, Tracie paused, turned and asked me, 
"Hey Tremb, do you think their watching the beautiful and 
extremely strong young blonde or the cringing and trembling guy 
attached to her back?"

I didn't answer her and I don't think she expected me too, but I 
thought the answer was both.

I noticed one woman taking pictures. When I saw that, I knew I 
had been wrong earlier. There were still uncharted depths for my 
ego to plummet to.

After the show, Tracie did a grand bow for the crowd who gave her 
a rousing final cheer, and then it was mercifully over. As she 
bladed out of the park, Hans gave me one final indignant look, but 
I  had the last laugh. He was still rubbing his arm.

When we got home, I was finally released, and Tracie announced 
that I had the rest of the night to myself. That was good news. I 
planned on slurping some beers out by the pool. Maybe, the 
alcohol  would help me figure a way out of this unbelievable 
situation I know found myself in. At the very least, the beer would 
help me forget my troubles for one night.

Before she left me to my own devices, Tracie had one more bit of 
news.

"I'm going to an all-night party at Monica's."

Like I really had a say in the matter, I asked, "Would your parents 
approve?"

My comment stopped her in mid-stride and she turned and walked 
back over. I knew what was coming next. I tried to fight the 
inevitable, but I soon found myself high over her head looking 
down into those lovely blue-green eyes once again. 

"So Tremb, are you going to try and stop me?" she mocked. 
"Maybe, you're expecting those two guys from our rock climbing 
expedition to help you. Or maybe, the cavalry will come busting 
through the door."

"Well, just be careful!" I said like I had some sort of authority. 

With more of a smirk on her face than a grin, she drew me closer 
and kissed my cheek, set me down on my feet, and then patted the 
top of my head.

In a very mocking voice she said, "OK Trembler! I'll be real 
careful!"

I hated when she made fun of me, but I decided to let it go this 
time...Ya Right!

Before she left, she hung the carrier up on the side of the door. The 
symbol of my emasculation was going to be in plain view for me 
to look at and stew over all night.

Before she exited, she giggled, winked at me, and said in a teasing 
manner, "Be a good little boy and go to sleep early tonight because 
I'm going to take you surfing tomorrow." Then she winked again 
and added, "And some other stuff..."

After she left, I couldn't help but wonder what in the hell she 
meant. I went to the fridge, pulled out a sixpack, and plopped 
myself down on the sofa. As I took my first sip from the waters of 
forgetfullness, I thought about her last statement once again. I 
could picture us surfing with me strapped to her back. It sent chills 
up and down my spine and I guzzled the first can of beer as an 
antidote.

As I popped open another can, I thought about the last part of her 
statement. What was she planning in that cunning little mind of 
hers? I didn't have a clue, and as I thought about it, I could feel a 
gnawing sensation growing in the pit of my stomach.

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After a night of contemplation and Coors, I passed out on the 
couch. It was almost eleven before I awoke. There was no sign of 
Tracie downstairs. I made myself some breakfast and went upstairs 
to take a shower. Before I did, I peeked into Tracie's room. Her 
bed was unoccupied. I wasn't sure if I was worried about her or 
relieved she wasn't home.

In any case, I took my shower and relished the time I had to 
myself. Since I arrived, Tracie had pretty much dominated my life. 
The only plan, for dealing with her, I seemed to come up with was 
hoping my parents would come home early. After that, I planned 
on never seeing Tracie again. I just didn't know how I would make 
it through the next couple of weeks with my ego intact.

After my shower, I shaved and went downstairs to lounge around 
and enjoy the peace. The peace and quiet lasted another five 
minutes till Tracie walked through the door.

I heard her walk in and yell, "Honey, I'm home!"

As soon as she walked into the living room, like an idiot, I asked 
rather sternly, "Where have you been?"

She stopped in mid-stride, dropped her sunglasses down a few 
inches, and stared at me over the top of the frames for a very long 
time.

My curiosity dissolved in her gaze.

Instead of getting mad, she nonchalantly strolled up to the couch, 
seated herself next to me, and casually put her arm around my 
neck. 

She tightened her grip slowly, and as she did she asked very 
sweetly, "Now Tremb, I don't want to have to discipline you every 
time I come home late!....Say you're sorry!"

I felt intense pain as her arm tightened in a punishing stranglehold 
around my neck. At the same time, I couldn't believe I was the one 
who would have to say I was sorry. My arms tried to pry my head 
loose, but that hadn't worked before, and it wasn't working now.

It wasn't long before I said the required words, "I'm 
sorry!...Let me go!....It hurts!"

Tracie let up and then ran her fist real fast over the top of my head. 
It burned and made me feel like a kid brother being chastised by an 
older sister. She began to laugh at my predicament, but finally she 
let my head go. 

As I looked up at her with a pitiful look on my face, she scolded, "I 
can just as easily take you across my lap and wail the tar out of 
you."

To emphasize her point, she pulled me face down across her lap 
and gave my butt a  playful slap, but it still hurt.

Without letting me up she added, "Don't forget were going surfing 
later in the day when the best waves are up. Till then, I'm going to 
work out downstairs."

As she talked, she repositioned me so that I was sitting on her legs 
and facing her.

As soon as I was repositioned, she stared deeply into my eyes and 
said, "I'd ask you to come down and lift weights and work out with 
me, but you know...it's girl stuff. I don't think you'd want to 
tag along."

I wasn't sure if Tracie was challenging me or if she was making 
fun of my inadequacies again. Her words had the desired result, I 
hung my head and started to shake.

As soon as she saw my reaction she giggled and said proudly, 
"Trembler, that's why I like you! You're so predictable and so 
easy to handle. Now let the big strong woman go work out and you 
can go play."

But she didn't let me go. Instead, she grabbed me and stood up. 
This time I found myself cradled in her arms. She nuzzled my nose 
with hers, gave me another kiss on the cheek, and a big squeeze. 
She squeezed me so hard I had to beg her to let me go.

Before she put me down she nuzzled my nose again with hers and 
said triumphantly, "Temb, were going to have so much fun 
together!..It's going to be just too cool!"

Like always, I jut let her ramble. It's not like I had a choice 
anyway.

After the hug, she put me gently down and playfully mussed up my 
hair. Then she strolled off never giving me a second look.
I looked after her for a second or two hoping she wouldn't turn 
around. For some reason, I stuck my tongue out at her retreating 
figure. I don't know why, but it did make me feel better. 

After she left the room, I turned on the TV. The program featured 
an extremely fit woman working out. I shook my head and 
changed the channel.

A little later in the afternoon, the movie on HBO was a surfing 
picture, it figured. I wanted to change it, but I was fascinated by 
the wipeouts. While I watched, my mind pictured Tracie wiping 
out and being dragged below the surface of the water by the power 
of the wave. I was strapped to her back so I was powerless to help 
myself or her. My little daydream sent chills down my spine. I just 
had to talk her out of surfing somehow.

My opportunity came just as the movie ended. Tracie strolled in 
from her workout in a dayglow yellow bikini, her muscles were 
still pumped and glistening from her workout.

"Time to go!" she announced.

I gulped and stammered out, "A Tracie, I'm not really a strong 
swimmer. Maybe, it would be better if you just went surfing."

Tracie shook her head and rolled her eyes in disbelief. Then she 
went and retrieved the carrier. Holding it up she said, "Like don't 
you know I've figured out how weak and helpless you are by 
now...What do you think I made this thing for?"

I lowered my head and sighed deeply. Talking Tracie out of 
anything wasn't my strong suit.

A few minutes later, Tracie was proudly strolling down the beach. 
Under one arm was her surf board, in the other she carried a beach 
bag, and I was firmly strapped to her back. 

The beach wasn't crowded, but I was still hearing the hoots and 
comments from amused observers as Tracie walked by. Finally, I 
just closed my eyes and tried to block out the world. I was only 
partially successful. 

When we reached the surfing area, I was happy to see that it wasn't 
crowded. Tracie momentarily put her surfboard down and then 
staked out an area in the sand with her oversized beach towel, but a 
suntan wasn't what Tracie had in mind.

A few moments later, I was being paddled out to the breakers still 
strapped securely to her back. She used strong and powerful 
strokes from her muscular arms and we seemed to glide through 
the water as she paddled. My weight was really no hindrance for 
her at all. It was as if I wasn't there.

As we waited for the first wave, Tracie casually commented, "It's 
a lot safer for you this way."

I didn't say what I was thinking, but I didn't see how being 
strapped to a teenage girls back while she waited for a tsunami was 
safer for me. 

Inexorably, the wave approached and Tracie stood up on the board. 
I dangled from her back as if she was carrying no more than a 
lightweight backpack. Again I noticed that I was no hindrance to 
her at all, and the extra burden of the backpack took absolutely no 
concentration away from her efforts to catch the wave.

Then we started to move, slowly at first, but gathering speed as the 
wave caught us. I saw a well put together surfer dude catch the 
same wave and immediately wipe out. I cringed, but my eyes 
remained open. I was beyond fear. Rather, I watched our progress 
in wide eyed fascination.

Tracie had caught the wave perfectly and was riding it flawlessly. 
It was as if we were flying and falling all at the same time. I had to 
admit it was a rush, and for the first time I was actually glad I was 
in the safety of the carrier.

She rode the wave out all the way to the beach. I'm not sure when 
during the ride my emotions changed from fear to exhilaration, but 
I was almost happy when Tracie turned right back around and 
started paddling back out towards the breakers.

We rode too many waves to count and not once did we wipe out. I 
was beginning to think that she was the perfect athlete. She 
excelled in everything she did. She was not only top notch, but I 
hadn't seen anyone better at either rollerblading or surfing.  I 
started to realize that I shouldn't have been ashamed at all. I really 
didn't have a chance against her, even when she was twelve.

After awhile, we almost had the waves to ourselves. Many of the 
surfers had quietly disappeared. I don't think they liked being 
shown up by a teenage girl who also had the handicap of having a 
grown man strapped to her back.

Tracie did her thing for a while longer till the surf turned to beach 
break, and then she carried me to the blanket. Mercifully, when we 
got there, she removed me from the carrier and for the first time 
since we arrived at the beach my feet touched the sand. 

But it wasn't for long, after a quick soda from a nearby concession 
stand, I was hoisted up onto her hip and we headed for the surf. 
Nearby, a young girl, who's age I estimate at about ten, was 
building a sand castle.

When she spied us, she stopped what she was doing and came 
running over to see the curious sight. 

The first words out of her mouth were, "Is he hurt?"

Tracie, always courteous, stopped to talk.

"Naw, He's  just a lot safer in my arms." she told the young girl.

The girl looked at me for some time and then looked Tracie over as 
well. I don't think I'll ever get used to the stares. It was just so 
embarrassing.

Finally, the young girl said to Tracie very enthusiastically, "You're 
strong! I like Johnny Bradshaw over there."

Both Tracie and I looked where she pointed and saw boy of about 
thirteen frolicking in the waves.

 The girl continued, "But he's older than me, I wish he'd notice 
me."

Tracie told her earnestly, "Tremb, here is a lot older than me, but 
age doesn't matter, muscle does!" and she made a muscle for the 
girl who dutifully felt it.

"Just believe in yourself, workout, and all your dreams will come 
true," Tracie added.

"I have a pretty good muscle myself!" the girl replied and then she 
made a muscle for Tracie. 

Tracie felt it and was duly impressed. 

I have to admit I was impressed too. I was glad that Tracie didn't 
have me make a muscle for comparison. I was pretty sure the 
young girl had a bigger muscle than I did.

After the muscle show, the young girl looked very determined and 
before she left us, she said with conviction, "I think I'll pay Johnny 
over there a visit." Then she ran off towards the boy who was 
enjoying the water not far from us.

Tracie laughed and watched the young girl for a moment or two, 
but finally turned her attention back to the water. I just shook my 
head and thought there goes another Amazon in training.

I didn't have much time to worry about the young boy. I had my 
own concerns. In no time, I found myself in the pounding surf. As 
soon as the first wave hit us, I tightened my grip on Tracie's neck.

Tracie was delighted with my reaction, and walked us out a bit 
farther into the surf. Wave after wave hit us, and I was terrified, 
but even the force of the water couldn't overcome Tracie's 
muscles.

After a few minutes of this, Tracie turned and asked, "Hey Tremb, 
Do you think you'd be safe out here by yourself?"

I knew that answer, the waves would have swept me away long 
ago. 

Tracie still had her head turned waiting for my reply. 

"No," I said very meekly.

I knew the answer pleased her and she immediately ordered, 
"KISS ME!"

I kissed her on the cheek and felt so totally helpless so completely 
Tracie's.

After my kiss of submission, Tracie quickly repositioned me so 
that I was now held up, under my arms and high overhead,  and 
looking directly out to sea.

Tracie delightedly chided, "Here comes a big one, Trembler. Are 
you ready to ride it out by yourself?"

I was terrified, and I took my only option. I begged, "Tracie! No! 
Please!"

Again, Tracie was delighted with my reaction and she ordered, 
"KISS ME!"

I tried to turn in her arms away from the wave and kiss her, and 
Tracie helped me do so. I was repositioned in her arms so that my 
arms  enveloped her neck and my legs were tightly wrapped 
around her waist. I looked into her lovely blue-green eyes for a 
moment and then we kissed as the wave hit. The kiss lasted a long 
time, and I barely noticed the force of the wave. My mind was 
occupied with other things.

Her kiss left me gasping for breath. It was another reaction Tracie 
enjoyed and then she was carrying me out of the surf still wrapped 
around her young and tanned muscular body.

As we came out of the water, my mind cleared enough to notice 
that the sun was about to set and the beach was deserted except for 
the young girl we had talked to earlier. When she saw us, she 
waved. Draped from her hip was the boy I recognized as Johnny. 

I couldn't believe how easily she handled his weight. The next 
thing I noticed was his expression and I felt pity. I knew his life 
would never be the same again.

Tracie carried me to her towel and laid me gently down. As she 
looked down at me, she was overjoyed with the events of the day. 
He looks so exhausted she thought. Tremb, you're so deliciously 
weak. I can do anything I want with you can't I? You're just so 
perfect for me. You're the man of my dreams and YOU WILL BE 
MINE!

Then Tracie felt an odd sensation. This time she was the one who 
was breathing harder than normal, but she realized it was in 
anticipation of what comes next for her little Trembler.

I was exhausted from the day's activities and as I tried to regain 
my strength, Tracie sat down next to me and crossed her legs 
Indian style. Before I realized what was happening, she pulled me 
so that I was draped across her legs, face up.

As she gently held me in that position with one arm, she reached 
for her beach bag with the other, and I didn't try to move. I knew if 
she wanted me in that position, there was nothing I could do about 
it. 

She produced a bottle of sun screen from the bag, and began to 
apply it to her hands. 

I was mystified for a few moments, I looked at the setting sun and 
then I asked, "What's the sun screen for?"

With a mischievous giggle Tracie replied, "It's not sunscreen! It's 
funcream! And it's for you!"

I still didn't understand what she had in mind and I gave her 
another very perplexed look.

Tracie realized I still didn't have a clue so she elaborated, "With 
this hand I'm going to apply it to your cute little butt and man bag 
and this hand's for your little tube steak.....And I'm going to 
work you over till your eyes pop out!"

As soon as her words sunk in, I panicked and started to beg all at 
the same time. 

"No Tracie! Not that! Not here!"

As she started to work my swim trunks down my legs, she replied 
gleefully, "Oh hush up! The beach is deserted, and besides you 
really don't have any choice."

I tried to keep my trunks and my dignity, but I soon lost both. After 
my trunks were history, I found myself facing the sand. Soon after, 
she began to apply the cream. She forcefully  worked the cream 
into my butt, and in reaction my breath started to come a little 
harder and I almost gasped out another plea, "Tracieeeeeee! 
Pleaseeeeeee!"

She ignored my plea and my sobs. She had already become too 
engrossed in her work. I turned and looked up at her and was about 
to make another plea, but I could see she was eagerly enjoying 
herself. Nothing I could have said was going to make a difference. 
Soon, I became lost in her work as well.

As she slowly worked the cream in, I felt myself becoming 
aroused. It was a reaction I had no hopes of controlling and by the 
time she flipped me over, I had a raging hard on. 

As soon as she saw my reaction, she smiled devilishly into my 
eyes, giggled, and started to apply the cream to my manhood. My 
body was soaking up the cream and Tracie was soaking up my 
reactions. I was lost in a sea of ecstasy, and I let out with a soft low 
moan, "Ohhhhhh!" 

"See! I told you you'd like it!" 

Ohhhhhh Godddddd! it felt soooo good! 

By now, my body was shaking uncontrollably on her lap and my 
mind was a storm swept sea of  lust.

Finally, as she kneaded my tube steak with her powerful right 
hand, the pressure built and my mind and body exploded at the 
same time. One in a shower of sparks and the other in a 
voluminous stream of man fluid. It was the most wonderful feeling 
and the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced in my young 
life.

I was sure I almost lost consciousness from the intense pleasure 
her gentle manipulations brought me. Afterwards, I was nothing 
more than an empty vessel completely spent lying weak and 
helpless on Tracie's lap. Finally, I closed my eyes and tried to 
regain my composure, but the reverberations of the pleasure I had 
just felt still echoed in my mind and body, and I felt my mind 
gently slipping away.

Tracie looked at my condition and reaction and reveled in it. This 
had been the coolest experience of her young life. She let me rest a 
minute as she looked down at her young man in fulfillment and 
love. Finally, she noticed that I appeared to be actually sleeping in 
her arms. 

My final submission to the power she wielded over me made her 
voice her satisfaction out loud.

"That's is so cool!" she said.

After a few more minutes of contemplating my peaceful face, she 
gently and carefully lifted me up and prepared me for the journey 
back home.

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When I woke up, I could hear the birds chirping. It was obviously 
morning. I couldn't remember the trip back from the beach, but 
everything else before that was vividly etched in my mind.

I laid in bed for a few minutes trying to clear the cobwebs. As I did 
so, I replayed yesterday in my mind, especially the occurrence on 
the beach. 

When I finally came back to reality, I realized I had a raging boner. 
That realization scared me. What was Tracie doing to my mind? 
Was I falling for her or just reacting to her magnificent body or 
maybe a little of both? 

My pondering didn't last much longer because Tracie appeared. 

She strolled in and moved to my bed, looked down at me gleefully 
with her hands folded over her breasts in a very dominant pose. As 
she regarded me, I could tell she was delighted at something. 

Yes, his training was going quite well she thought. He seems to be 
growing more passive and docile daily. 

She didn't immediately issue orders like she usually did. Instead, 
she just stared at me, for awhile, like I was the main course and she 
hadn't eaten for a week.

After contemplating her man for a few  more moments, Tracie 
silently went over her plans for the day, and then she reveled in her 
cleverness. Wait till he finds out what I have in store for him 
today. I can't wait to see his reaction.

As she regarded me, I regarded her. Today, she was wearing an 
awesome pink bikini. Pink was her color. It blended perfectly with 
her golden blonde hair and her darkly tanned body. I couldn't help 
but react and Tracie caught my reaction. As I looked up at her from 
under the covers, I couldn't help but wonder how many bikini's  
she owned.

Finally, she issued me some orders.

"Come on sleepy head time to get up!"

I reluctantly threw off my covers and got up, and realized instantly 
that I was naked. In modesty, I covered myself with my hand 
looking for some clothing to wear and finding none where I had 
thrown some the day before.

Tracie reacted to my shyness by saying, "Like I've already seen all 
the goods, Trembler. Don't you remember yesterday?"

How could I forget.

Then she issued her final commands as she prepared to leave.

"Meet me in the training room in five minutes. And don't make me 
have to come and get you."

At that moment, I forgot modesty completely and collapsed on the 
edge of the bed as she paused at the door.  As I sat there, I could 
only wonder what would be in store for me today. 

Tracie stopped and watched my reaction for a few moments and 
delighted with it she added, "Oh make sure you come as you are!"

I watched her leave and then I looked down at my nakedness. I 
didn't have time to worry over false modesty. Instead, I reacted to 
her threat. I only had five minutes to shower and shave and I 
became a blur of motion. As I ran into the bathroom, I knew I 
didn't want Tracie to have to come and get me. I'd be punished, 
for sure, if she did.

To my surprise after I showered, I couldn't find one stitch of 
clothing in my room except for my bathrobe. What had she done 
with my clothes? I didn't have time to fret. I wrapped myself in my 
bathrobe and headed downstairs. 

Tracie was working a large heavy punching bag when I walked in.

I immediately complained, "Tracie, where's my clothes?"

She stopped what she was doing and walked over. Like always, my 
conviction failed me when I was in Tracie's shadow.

Instead of an angry reaction, she pointed over to a table and 
replied, "Over there you'll find everything your going to need for 
the remainder of your stay."

As I walked past her, she ripped off my bathrobe. I tried not to 
react. I remembered she did warn me. Besides, I was more 
concerned about the table full of clothing.

When I got there, all I found were some pastel tanktop T-shirts and 
a matching colored anklet sock neatly placed on each shirt. I 
counted seven shirts and seven socks. Then it dawned on me there 
was a matching pair for each day of the week.

Tracie had followed me over to the table and declared in a matter 
of fact tone of voice, "That's your wardrobe for the rest of your 
stay!" 

I was dumbfounded and I asked more boldly than normal, "A shirt 
and a sock? Where's the rest of it?"

She gave me the usual reaction to one of my questions. She 
laughed for a few seconds. Then she grabbed one of the socks, 
stuck it in my face, and sang out, "Say hello to Mr. 
Bootie!...For me, he's a sock. But for you, he's a jock."

My jaw must have fell open because Tracie laughed again. Then 
she gave me a demonstration of how the sock was to be worn. She 
pulled it over her fist, and sang out, "Should be a perfect fit."

"Tracie, I can't wear that!" was all I managed to say.

She ignored my comment and gave me my options in a very firm 
tone of voice.

"You can either dress by yourself in the bathroom or I can do it for 
you."

My choices were limited. I opted for the bathroom.

Once there, I found both items fit me perfectly. I was relieved 
somewhat when I realized I could pull my T-shirt down over my 
modified jockstrap. It at least afforded me some modesty, but the 
thought of wearing this and nothing else made me realize that 
everyday Tracie was gaining more and more control over every 
aspect of my life. The thought was totally humiliating. I was 
becoming a mere reflection of my former self recast to her 
specifications.

As soon as I reappeared, she seemed delighted with my 
appearance. 

"What a cute little workout suit!" she exclaimed.

I had to actually model it for her. When I walked up to her she 
made a circular motion with her finger. I took a deep breath and  
started to turn in place. As she watched, the show, her smile grew 
and grew.

Finally, she bent down, picked up the T-shirt, and cupped the sock 
with her big right hand.

"Perfect!" she exclaimed, "Just perfect!"

After she inspected the sock a bit more, she released it, tweaked 
my cheek, and grabbed my hand and led me over to some free 
weights sitting on the floor.

"Try some weights!" she suggested.

I didn't  try the barbells. I knew I couldn't lift them. But there was 
a dumbell I thought I could lift. With great effort, I was able to lift 
it to hip level using both hands. After my show of machismo, my 
muscles played out and the barbell went crashing down to the mat.

All Tracie did was shake her head in disbelief at my show of brute 
force. At least she didn't laugh.

Next, I was led over to the big bag Tracie had been punching when 
I walked in. She motioned at it like she wanted me to have a go, so 
I obliged her. I hit it several of my best shots and it barely moved.

"Come on, put all you've got into it," she prompted.

I punched it several dozen times putting every ounce of strength I 
could muster into the blows. Finally, I had to stop, I was 
completely winded. The bag was only swaying slightly from the 
pummeling I had just administered to it.

When I looked up at Tracie she was rolling her eyes and shaking 
her head.

"Sheese, Trembler, you're even weaker than you look!" she 
pronounced. 

Not waiting for a reply, she immediately went into a fighting 
crouch, turned towards me, and said as if she was coaching me, 
"Watch this!"

Her turn at the bag produced more tangible results. Each solid 
punch made the bag swing violently, and each of her punches 
made me twitch involuntarily from the force of the blow she was 
delivering. Putting her full power into the final punch, she hit the 
bag so hard that it swung high up into the air causing it to pause 
almost parallel to the floor for a long moment and then finally it 
swung back down.

I watched the bag for a few more moments as it continued to swing 
and then I turned toward Tracie and just stared in amazement at 
her. She smiled, blew me a kiss, and said sweetly, "See, you'll 
always be safe while I'm around."

I was beginning to believe her, but what she said next panicked 
me.

"OK Tremb, grab the bag and hold it for me."

I just stared at her afraid to move.

"Go ahead," she coaxed.

I reluctantly tried to grab the bag which was still swinging 
violently and promptly got knocked flat on my ass from it's 
momentum. That brought a hearty laugh from Tracie. When I did 
finally manage to slow it down enough to grab it and hold it still. I 
braced myself, closed my eyes, and prayed. Shortly there after, I 
heard a loud smack and all I remember was flying through the air 
and landing about five feet from the bag. 

Tracie came running over and said sympathetically, "OK, maybe 
that wasn't such a good idea."

I got up, stumbled about a bit,  and promptly fell right into her 
waiting arms. But the demonstration wasn't over.

She let me gain my sea legs and then we walked over, hand in 
hand, to another apparatus. This one was a punching bag 
suspended from the rafters. 

Instead of hitting it, Tracie announced that she was going to give 
me a free weight demo. I was glad I wouldn't have to participate 
this time. Then she removed the bag from the hook it was 
suspended on and her intentions became clear to me. She walked 
over and retrieved my carrier.

I started to back up and plead my case, "Oh God! Tracie, please, 
no!"

As she walked towards me, she informed me further, "I'm going to 
be swinging some very heavy weights around, and as small and 
weak as you are, you need to be some place safe."

I didn't agree with her, but what I thought didn't ever seem to 
matter. She backed me into a corner and I didn't have much choice 
at that point. She lowered the carrier and I stepped into it. After I 
was in, she lifted me up with one arm, carried me over to the hook, 
and suspended me there. The carrier was dangling a foot or so off 
the floor making me about eye level with her. I had to admit I had 
a ringside seat for the show.

After I had been hung in place, Tracie stepped back to admire her 
handiwork. As soon as she saw me dangling so pitifully before her, 
she let out with a loud guffaw and commented, "Sorry, Tremb, 
you're just so cute!....And just look at Mr. Bootie peeking out 
there."

I couldn't see, but I could feel how my sock covered privates 
protruded from the middle hole of my carrier. Could it get any 
worse than this? Again, Tracie had taken me to a new level of 
shame I thought could not possibly exist.

With her preparations complete, Tracie started to dance slowly and 
seductively about. She moved her big body with a rhythm and 
grace that completely astounded me, and yes it was damn sexy to 
watch too. When she saw she had my complete attention she 
flashed her trademark smile at me and slowly danced over to her 
stereo and put some rock music on. 

The music must have got her in the mood to lift because she 
danced over to the weights and immediately started her sets. I think 
the dancing was for my benefit. I have to admit she looked 
incredibly sexy while she danced. Her big body moving in 
complete synchronization to the music and she was just so 
awesomely built and so God awfully gorgeous too. It was a 
combination that  captivated me completely.

She continued in rhythm to the music while she lifted. It truly was 
an awesome sight. As she lifted, her muscles responded to the huge 
weights straining but not succumbing to there mass, and eventually 
overcoming even there great weight. Her muscles may have been 
youthful, but they contained a fantastic strength totally out of 
proportion to her age.

As I watched each muscle group in turn respond and grow in 
relation to the work she was asking each to do, I couldn't help but 
be totally mesmerized by her tanned and marvelously conditioned 
body. In response to her strong but graceful movements, I felt my 
own body reacting. I discovered that Mr. Bootie was straying 
farther and farther outside his lair. I couldn't control even that. 
Tracie's attire, her awesome body, and her routine were just too 
much for a male to see and not react too.

As Tracie continued on with her workout, for the first time, I 
looked beyond her to the full length mirror directly opposite me. I 
could see the reflection of Tracie working out, and I could see my 
own reflection as well. It was a mind blower to see the contrasts 
our reflections afforded me. There I was dangling in mid air 
impotent and completely helpless while Tracie, the young, radiant 
and all powerful beauty overcame the titanic weights arrayed 
against her. 

She was the pure athlete, the ultimate female. As I watched 
completely enthralled, It was like her beauty and strength 
transcended the flesh. Slowly, I fell deeper and deeper under this 
vixen's spell.

Between sets, Tracie danced over and seductively swayed back and 
forth in front of me to the music. It reminded me of some tribal 
fertility dance, and I became totally enraptured with each erotic 
movement.  She was so arousing, as she danced in front of me, I 
actually felt flushed and I had already revealed my true feelings in 
another way as well. I was as hard as a steel beam, and Mr. Booty 
was sticking out from his hole as far as he was going to get.

Every so often, she would s