'A transformed cowgirl meets the city'
By: FelixTonto77,  FelixTonto77@aol.com
I remember Jessica's tough childhood years.


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Prologue:
My feet dangled several inches above the ground. I didn't have the strength 
to say a word. I couldn't make a move either. I was trapped in her arms . . . 
in her body . . . in her love. All I could do was tighten my hug around her 
strong shoulders and dream. Not only was I being held captive by her muscular 
arms, but my penis was still inside her. She had 'fucked' me and 'fucked' me 
over and over. There were no two ways about it . . . I had been raped by 
Jessica. 

I looked down only to see my feet still dangling. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't 
a kid; I wasn't short; and I wasn't really light either. I was a 35 year old 
man. I stood about 5'10" and weighed around 170 pounds. But, Jessica . . . 
she was another story. Jessy, as I called her since childhood, was only 20 
years old. She stood an incredible 6'5" and weighed nearly 210 pounds of 
massive muscle. She did NOT look 'wide' or 'stocky' as you might think by 
reading her weight. Her weight (all muscle) was well spread out and perfectly 
proportioned throughout her statuesque 6'5" frame. Her face was incredibly 
pretty. She looked like the actress Rachel Blanchard, only with muscle (You 
can see a wonderful collection of Rachel Blanchard pictures at: 
http://www.angelfire.com/celeb/rachelblanchard/gallery.html). Jessy was a 
true picture of beauty and sexiness. I would have been incredibly proud to 
say that I had made love to this gorgeous young lady . . . had I not been her 
. . . her . . . 'Mr. nanny'!

Chapter 1
The ad in the paper asked for a well-educated, energetic, and motivated young 
man or woman to help tutor and mentor a young child. I was 25 years old, just 
out of graduate school, and unemployed. I was well educated. No doubt about 
that. I had a bachelor's degree in history and a master's degree in geography. 
What I did not have was any sense of where I was going afterwards. But, the 
ad in the classifieds section of the paper came to my rescue.

Mr. and Mrs. Daley introduced themselves. They seemed very well refined and 
educated. By the size, appearance, and location of their house, I deduced 
that they were very rich as well. They lived on the outskirts of town. The 
back yard of the house gave way to acres and acres of farm land. They had 
plenty of cows and horses. The endless fields of corn and beans, the trees, 
the machinery . . . all of that contrasted heavily with the elegance of their 
house's interior. Rich people are kind of strange, I guess. 

Anyhow, after rendering them a verbal version of my resume, the Daleys intro-
duced me to their child. That's when I met Jessica for the first time. Little 
Miss Jessica Daley was 10 years old. She stood about 5' tall and weighed, I 
would say, around 90 pounds. She was skinny-looking and not very pretty. She 
wore her hair very straight and long. There wasn't a hint of any facial cream 
or lotion or anything on her pale face. One thing I did give her, she looked 
very bright and polite. I could've bet that some day she would turn out to be 
a scientist or mathematician or something like that.

For the first couple of weeks, I worked with Jessica on her schoolwork only. 
We tangled with math problems, deduced logic puzzles, strengthened her 
spelling and overall vocabulary skills, and even analyzed several science 
experiments. It was all extremely academic. At the time, I supposed that was 
what she really enjoyed and wanted to do. Soon, I found out it wasn't so.

It was a Tuesday afternoon. I arrived at her house at 4:30, as usual. I had 
been her tutor for about three weeks. As I walked into her room, I found 
Jessica crying. She was very upset. I sat down next to her and asked her to 
confide in me. She looked so sad . . . I would've done anything within my 
power to help her. As we began to talk, I gained her trust more and more. She 
let out everything that was boiling inside of her. I was glad she did. That 
was the first step toward her incredible transformation.

While Jessica was very 'academically' smart, the kids at her school made fun 
of her looks, of her lack of personality, and of her non-existent athletic 
skills. She had had enough, and could take no more. I listened to her stories 
. . . to her problems . . . to her inner-most feelings and frustrations. I 
had plenty of ideas on how to help her. But, I knew that I couldn't make such 
decisions on my own. I talked to Jessica's parents about the matter. They 
were somewhat aware of what was going on. But, they had done nothing to help. 
I suppose, they figured that the problems would go away by themselves. I 
disagreed with their conclusion. I argued that something should be done, and 
that I could be the one to help their daughter. I convinced them. Before I 
knew it, I was hired full-time to aid Jessica in becoming an all-around great 
10 year old girl. Whatever that meant!

To start off, I proposed several things. We needed to work on: 1) her 
personality; 2) her facial beauty and hair; and 3) her athleticism (which 
would also help her body look better). As far as personality was concerned, 
Jessica needed to have more self-confidence around others. She walked with 
her head down -- her eyes looking at the ground. When she spoke to others her 
own age, her voice was barely audible. She wasn't into much of anything -- 
like movies, television, music, clothing fashions, etc. -- so, she didn't 
have much to talk about to other kids either. 

I took out several books (on 'how to walk with elegance'; 'how to smile and 
laugh pleasantly'; and on 'how to make lots of friends') from the local 
library. They worked wonders. Before long, Jessica started bringing little 
friends home or spending time at their houses. Her cute giggles became 
staples around the house. Whatever depression, or whatever it was, that had 
been looming over her, was gone.

I sure wasn't an expert on cosmetic make-up. But, I knew that something had 
to be done. Over the next year or so (from the time she was 10 to the time 
she was 11 or 12), I became a beauty expert! I learned the impossible and did 
the impossible. Finally, I was able to bring out the hidden beauty in Jessica. 
Time and nature helped out a lot too. She grew cuter and prettier everyday as 
she grew up. By her 16th birthday, anyone could have confused her for a 
model. But. let's not get ahead of ourselves. By her 13th birthday, I had 
helped her gain much self-confidence and plenty of outer beauty too. Her lack 
of athletic ability was all that was missing.

I proposed a very light weight lifting regimen, jogging, some basic catch and 
throw, and soccer-type practice. I figured this was a perfect all-around 
combination of exercises. All of her muscles would develop. What I did not 
expect was that Jessica would enjoy the weight lifting so much and that her 
muscles would take very nicely to it. After one month a light training, she 
asked her parents to buy her an entire weight lifting system. Mr. and Mrs. 
Daley were concerned about this predicament. They weren't sure about allowing 
their daughter to develop into a 'muscle girl', especially so young. I 
promised to keep a close eye on her. I assured them it would all be fine.

Over the next couple of years, Jessica became more popular at school. At 15, 
she was a very confident, and very tall, young woman. Her muscles also grew 
and grew by the day. I had been a little worried about any possible side-
effects that could occur. I mean, a teenage girl may have her growth stunted 
or something, if she lifts too much. But, that wasn't the case with Jessica. 
From a mere 5' at age 10, she grew to 5'2" at 11; 5'4" at 12; 5'7" at 13; 
5'10" at 14; and 6' at 15. I kept a close eye nonetheless. Maybe too close 
an eye . . .

It was a hot summer morning. Jessica, 15 years old, was in her weight room, 
training. I, 30 years old at that time, made my way to her room. By that time, 
I had been working for the Daley's for over 5 years. I didn't have to knock 
at the front door anymore. I had my own key. I was like one of the family! 
But, I should've thought about knocking at Jessica's door. I just walked into 
her weight room, as I had always done. "Aaaahhhh . . .," I muttered. My face 
turned as red as a tomato. My eyes remained fixed on her blonde pubic hairs. 
It took several seconds before my brain realized that I had walked in on 
Jessica as she lifted in the nude! Her body looked even more splendid without 
any clothes on. Her calves were round and hard, her thighs were like two 
powerful tree trunks, her waist was rock hard, her chest muscles were huge, 
her breasts were already well rounded and firm, her shoulders were very wide, 
and her arms were huge. 

My penis stiffened. It steadily lifted itself, causing a bulge in my pants. 
My eyes remained on her crotch. Sweat rolled down along her incredible thighs. 
Sweat rolled down my own forehead. I had never thought about Jessica this way 
before. I had never had such feelings toward her. But, I couldn't help it. My 
'reasoning' brain wasn't in charge anymore. Jessica looked up at me. I 
couldn't move. I suppose, I should've walked out and closed the door. But, I 
didn't. I stayed. Subconsciously, I wanted to stay.

Jessica walked up to me. I felt so dwarfed by her 6' tall, 178 pound, 15 year 
old body. She looked down at me with her seductive eyes. I looked at her eyes, 
at her lips, at her nipples, and at her crotch. My penis throbbed un-
controllably. Jessica smiled and said, "It seems like you're growing a muscle 
of your own inside your pants." She laughed like I'd never heard her laugh 
before. But, I couldn't feel angry. I only turned a deeper shade of red. 
"Take down your pants," she ordered. I explained to her that I shouldn't. I 
told her it wasn't right. But, my pleas were of no use. "Listen," she added, 
"If you don't do as I say, I'll tell my mom and dad that you purposely walked 
in on me. I'll tell them that you wanted to see me naked." I couldn't believe 
it. I was being blackmailed by a 15 year old girl. And it was working!

After thinking it over, I had nothing to say. I dropped my pants. My penis 
was not far from unloading its cargo. But, before it could happen, Jessica 
ripped off my underwear and grabbed my crotch! She squeezed my penis. "No, 
no, no," she said, giggling, "Not yet." The pain soon overwhelmed my sexual 
desires. My penis, now aching in pain, retreated to a near-normal size and 
position. "First, you have to do something for me," she continued, "Get down 
on your knees." I did as she ordered. I trembled. My sweat rolled off. I 
looked straight into her pussy. Her fragrance drove my senses wild. My penis 
began its elevation once more. Before, I could say a thing, Jessica grabbed 
my head and pushed my head against her crotch. Her pubic hairs tickled my 
nose. I loved it! "Make me a woman," she said. I couldn't believe my ears. 
For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. But, only for a moment . . .

There was no doubt that it was real. I pinched myself, and Jessica didn't 
disappear! Wow! I felt her incredible thighs rubbing against my cheeks. I 
licked them and kissed them. I smelled her pussy. I kissed it and kissed it. 
I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but, I couldn't help it. I really 
couldn't. "Bring your tongue inside me," Jessica commanded. I slowly did. I 
brought it in as far as I could. Before long, Jessica let out several moans 
and squeals. Her juices filled my mouth. They were like my magic potion of 
life. I took my tongue out and I proceeded to suck and suck on her. I wanted 
every last drop of her.

When I was done, I looked down at the floor. I had produced a puddle of cum 
between my legs. I had been in such ecstasy, that I didn't even notice my own 
ejaculation. I was hers and I told her. I let out a mutter, "I'm yours 
Jessica . . . I'm yours." She nodded and asked me to call her Jessy. I've 
called her that from that day forward.

I stretched out my arm to grab my pants. But, it was met by Jessy's strong 
hand. She easily stopped me. She pulled me up and brought my body against 
hers. I felt so secure, and so turned on, in her arms. "Now, for the real 
fun," she said. She brought me down to the floor. She laid me down face up. 
I looked down at my penis. It was growing again. "What if . . .  if . . . 
your parents come home and find us like this," I said. I knew what Jessy 
wanted. I didn't want it. She was only 15! 

"I'm leaving, honey," I said. 

"Oh yeah," she answered, amused by my resolve, "You think you can go even if 
I don't want you to?"

I should've known better. I tried to get up but, it was no use. Jessy held 
my hands straight to my sides, against the floor. She overpowered me easily. 
That predicament only excited me more. Jessy knew it. She brought her face to 
the side of my own face. She kissed, and nibbled on, my ears. I sniffed her 
neck, her hair, her everything. My penis stuck up like an ominous tower. It's 
tip touched her pussy. I could feel her hairs tickling my member. I enjoyed 
so much. I can't explain the feelings running through me . . . the thoughts 
going through my mind . . . the blood flowing in my veins . . .

Jessy lowered herself down on me. I couldn't move. I realized she was going 
to rape me. I mean, I don't know what to call it. If I could've, I would've 
left. But, at the same time, I was in ecstasy. I loved what was happening. I 
closed my eyes and let my head rest on the floor. I calmed myself down. I 
wanted to enjoy, and to remember, every single instance. My penis entered her 
vagina. Her crotch muscles enveloped my throbbing member. She began to milk 
my penis. She pumped and pumped. I kept my eyes closed. She kept my hands 
secure, against the ground, with hers. I felt her fingers with my own. My 
palm's sweat became one with her own sweat. I was in a heaven. Not a minute 
passed before my penis exploded. My semen gushed out inside of her. My entire 
crotch area throbbed. I wanted my orgasm to last forever and ever.

We laid there for a while. I felt her fabulous body on top of me. I knew that 
from that day forward, I wouldn't be able to live without her. Jessy was my 
life. As I got up and put on my pants, Jessy reminded me, "You know baby, I 
just showed you that I can do whatever I want with you. Over the years, 
you've taught me how to be confident and strong. Now, I'm confident that I 
want YOU and I'm strong enough to have you whenever I want." I simply nodded 
in agreement. She was right. "From now on, you're not only going to be my 
trainer, tutor, and 'nanny'," she continued, "But, you're also going to be 
my slave! If you don't comply, I'll tell my parents that you raped me." Part 
of me wanted to yell at her in anger. But, my other part kneeled in front of 
her and kissed her feet. I was in love with my muscular 15 year old 'owner'. 
And all of this was only the beginning . . .


Part 2 coming very soon . . . 

Read my other stories ('Stephanie's baby-sitting scam' and "My millennium 
dream') at The Valkyrie's Miscellaneous 10 bookshelf.

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