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DEAR DIARY...
Kandor
© 1995 WIG, LTD ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Jack had always had a strained relationship with his giant
stepdaughter and today wasn't making things any easier. He'd
wandered by Lisa's bedroom early in the morning before he left for
work and caught snatches of giggled, whispered conversations she
was having on the telephone with her best friend, the beautiful and
nearly-as-big Debbie.
Since Jack and his wife married seven years before, the second
attempt at marital bliss for them both, things hadn't been easy
between him and Lisa. She didn't trust him and never really counted
him as her father, a situation Jack didn't make any easier by going
harder on the girl than he would have on his own biological child, if
he'd had one in his first marriage. They'd gotten off to a rocky start
and now, with Lisa in her difficult teen years, things weren't getting
any easier.
Then there was the size difference. Lisa was always a big girl,
tall for her age, but in the last year or two she'd shot up by quantum
leaps. The statuesque brunette now stood 6-feet, 11-inches tall and
weighed a rock-solid 290 pounds, all muscle, no fat, due to her
extreme weight training and aerobic routine. She was nearly as tall
as Jack's 5-foot, 2-inches when he first came into her life seven years
ago, and now she more than towered over him by more than a foot
and a half. And she wasn't quite done growing yet; she was only 16.
All of it raced through Jack's mind as he walked by his
stepdaughter's bedroom this afternoon. He'd come home from work
early, feigning illness, unsure of exactly he was going to do. He only
recalled what he'd thought he'd heard Lisa and Debbie talking about
on the phone, something about lifting boys like human weights and
dressing them as their own personal dolls, and thought he better
come home when no one was around to check things out, look for
signs. He was troubled by the thought that his fiercely independent
stepdaughter might be getting into something that could be classified
as weird.
He thought about telling Nancy, his wife, Lisa's mother, but
quickly dismissed it. Nancy was dominant by nature, an unfortunate
trait that she seemed to have passed to her lovely daughter, and to
tell her that he suspected Lisa of strange doings would spell big
trouble for Jack. Really big - Nancy herself stood 6-feet, 4-inches tall,
and was not afraid to use her weight to control her puny husband.
Still, as Jack stood in the hallway that afternoon staring into
Lisa's bedroom, he felt strangely compelled to move inside and begin
poking around her belongings. Any other parent might be looking for
evidence of drug use or some other unsavory consequence of
growing up a teenager in the '9Os. But Jack wasn't, he knew Lisa was
level-headed enough not to mess up her life with that nonsense. Still,
as he opened drawers and quietly looked through her giant
underwear and T-shirts, he didn't really know what he was looking
for.
He glanced at the clock. It was quarter to 2, and he knew the
bus would be pulling up in front soon with Lisa and possibly Debbie
getting off. No, not possibly Debbie, definitely Debbie. The two
friends were inseparable, at school and at play and something about
that scenario festered disquietingly in Jack's racing mind.
Digging deep into one drawer, Jack's hand brushed a book. He
pulled it out and held it up to his eyes. It was a diary, a pretty pink
one, with a tiny lock on a clasp that secured Lisa's innermost
thoughts and feelings from prying eyes. Jack smiled uneasily; he'd
opened up one just like this many years ago that belonged to his
sister, using only a strand of wire, and nobody was the wiser.
Still, he felt odd as he found one of Lisa's hair pins and went to
work on the lock. Not odd for what he was doing, since he'd justified
in his head that he was doing the right thing, but odd because he
feared getting caught, even though Nancy was at work and Lisa
wasn't due home for at least a half hour. But at the same time he was
worried about being discovered looking into his stepdaughter's secret
life it was still strangely exciting. He tried to ignore the tingling of
his 45-year-old loins as he popped open the lock and began to read.
+++++++++++++++++++++++
Lisa laughed, tilting her ponytailed head back, her green eyes
flashing up at the deep blue autumn skies, as she and Debbie kicked
through dead leaves on their walk home.
"Jesus, Debbie, what did his father say when he caught you
doing curls with his son?" Lisa asked with a giggle.
"He didn't say anything, Leese, not a word," Debbie laughed.
"What could he say? I mean, there I am, standing with my boyfriend
in my arms.."
"Your ex-boyfriend, you mean," Lisa interrupted.
"..my ex-boyfriend in my arms, and I'm curling his tiny little
body up toward me face, where I'm burying my mouth in his crotch,"
Debbie said excitedly. "His father couldn't say a word. All he did was
stare at my biceps, which by then were pumped up like crazy.
"And then what happened?" Lisa asked.
"He sent me home," Debbie laughed. "Just told me to go,
mumbled something about 'damn Amazon women', and sent me
home. His son begged me to stay, because what the fuck, he's nuts
about big women, aren't they all once they get a taste of it, but I
split. I don't need the aggravation of parents buttin' in to my fun, if
you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I know, believe me," Lisa said as the two walked, Lisa
towering over Debbie who was no tiny tyke in her own right,
standing a powerful 6-foot 7-inches and tipping the scales at a
muscular 240 pounds. "But Jack kind of leaves me alone. He just
looks at me funny, especially when I'm working out, but he doesn't
bug me like he used to. I think since I've been growing so much, I
kinda scare the shit out of him, and that's fine by me."
The girls walked quietly for awhile, waving at the kids on their
school bus as it blew by creating a sudden tornado of leaves. They
had decided to walk home on this fine fall day, one of the last
chances they'd have to do it before the winter snows set in. They
talked some more, but mostly kept their eyes on the street, getting a
huge kick out of the way men would nearly go off the road as they
tried to get an eyeful of the Amazon teen queens walking arm and
arm down the sidewalk. The girls wore the regulation uniforms of
their school - white blouses, dark blue blazers, checkered skirts,
black socks and schoolgirl shoes - that always seemed to hang on
their classmates but which on them looked like it might split at the
muscle-threatened seams. They had planned to stay at school and lift
with the boys, but decided to go to Lisa's house instead and lift in her
basement.
When they rounded the corner to Lisa's house, they saw Jack's
car in the yard.
"That's strange," Lisa said. "He's usually not home this early."
They walked up the front steps. Lisa dug out her housekey and
fit it in the door.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Jesus Christ, what the fuck are these kids into?" Jack muttered
to himself as he flipped madly through Lisa's diary.
He'd read about Lisa's and Debbie's unique "boy-weight training,"
where they'd use kids from school to curl in their powerful
arms or press high above their brawny shoulders. His jaw dropped
when he got to parts about them taking boys home in the afternoon
when Jack and Nancy weren't around, and dressing them in Lisa's old
little-girl clothes, making them clean the house or fetch them food
from the kitchen. His eyes and mind went red when he read about
them holding the squirming boys down across their laps, keeping
them still by lacing their giant legs around their bodies, and then
dropping the crying boys' pants to administer painful spankings,
slapping their quivering asses until they were rendered scarlet and
sore to the merest touch.
"Un-fucking-believable," Jack said to himself as he sat on Lisa's
bed, reading more than he wanted to but unable to stop just the
same.
He looked up at the clock. It was 2:15, but he hadn't yet heard
the familiar squeak of the buses' brakes that he was listening for. He
figured he'd then have a few seconds to lock the diary back up,
replace it, and bolt down the stairs to sit in front of the TV, telling
Lisa he'd come home early for the day. He got up and looked out the
window. The bus was just pulling up. Jack was about to follow
through on his hurry-up plan when he saw a couple of kids get out -
but not Lisa or Debbie. He was just wondering if they'd stayed after
school when he heard a voice behind him that nearly stopped his
pounding heart.
"We didn't take the bus, Jack," Lisa said, standing in and filling
the doorway of her bedroom, her shoulders and giant chest swelling
with anger as she spotted her open diary on her bed. "We walked
home. Thought it would be good exercise."
Jack tried to whirl around, but his feet tangled with each other
and he flopped into a foolish heap on the floor at the patent leather
feet of his angry stepdaughter. He looked up slowly into Lisa's giant,
muscular calves that rose thickly above her falling black socks. He
didn't raise his head, only his eyes, and they followed those legs up
under the short, regulation skirt to thighs that had never looked
bigger or more powerful in his life, which he was now beginning to
fear for, especially as his gaze continued way up to Lisa's angry
green eyes.
"I'm, uh, sorry, Lisa, but I....I..." he stammered, finally
composing himself enough to stand up where he was face to
midsection with his stepdaughter. "I thought you guys were, I dunno,
acting strange lately, and I wanted to see, uh, what was happening,
you know, to make sure you weren't in any, uh, trouble..."
Lisa laughed, a deep, throaty laugh that roared so loud it
caught both Jack and Debbie, who was standing behind her, by
surprise. Jack cracked a nervous smile.
"Oh, no, Jackie, we're not in any trouble, but I tell you what,"
Lisa said, throwing her heavy book bag onto her bed from across the
room with the ease of someone flipping a crumpled paper cup. "You
are. Oh, my wayward stepfather, you are in a world of shit."
Jack's smile faded. Debbie jumped up and down with glee in
the hallway, her 240 pounds shaking the walls.
"Now see here young lady," Jack coughed weakly, hoping
against hope that his sudden authoritative turn would carry some
weight with his 16-year-old stepdaughter. It didn't.
"Now see here, little man," Lisa angrily countered, bending
down to point a long finger in Jack's face. "You poked around where
you shouldn't have been poking around, and now you must be
punished!"
With that, she buried the finger in his chest and flicked it
backwards, the power in her arm and wrist carrying through to
knock him flat on his ass on Lisa's bed. She stood before him as he
leaned up on his elbows looking at her with a shocked and confused
expression on his face.
"Whaddya figure, Deb?" she asked her girlfriend without turning
around, never taking her eyes off Jack. "Whaddya think little
Jack's punishment should be?"
"I think you know, Leese," Debbie laughed, sashaying into the
room to stand next to her friend, assuming the same hands-on-hip
position as the bigger, older girl. "Let's do it up right. But we should
be careful. This one's about three times as old as the weights we
usually use!"
Lisa laughed, Debbie giggled and Jack gulped. He watched as
Lisa lifted her massive arms up to tighten the ponytail behind her
head, the thick, rippling biceps bulging tight against the white skin of
her round upper arms as she did. Debbie followed suit with her tied-
back silky blonde hair and her jagged biceps were only a little
smaller. Both girls wore short-sleeved white blouses that looked like
sleeveless shirts, so massive were the arms exploding from the tight
holes.
"Debbie, why don't you pick out something nice for Jack..." Lisa
began, but then stopped, getting an evil look in her liquid-fire green
eyes before continuing. "...something nice for Jacqueline here to
wear."
She smiled at her stunned stepfather and moved toward him.
He backed up but could only pull himself up to cower against the
wall next to the bed. Lisa laughed, reached down and pulled him by
the ankles until he was flat on his back. She put one knee on either
side of him and straddled his tiny body with her tree-trunk thighs,
pinning his arms to his sides by squeezing slightly inward. Her smile
grew broader in relation to the amount of terror that was filling
Jack's wide-open eyes.
"Oh, let's see where you left off," Lisa said as she looked to the
side and spotted her open diary.
Picking it up, she began to read: "It was fun having Mike and
Bob over for a couple of hours to do all the housework I was
supposed to do. And they sure did look pretty in those clothes Deb
and I picked out for them. Bob's got quite the stud body that a little
nightgown can't cover up, and his ass never looked better in a pair of
my old panties. Can't keep Deb's hands off the damn thing! If she
keeps spanking him like that, he'll never be able to sit through one of
Mrs. Porter's boring poetry classes again without crying, this time
from the pain in his butt! Gotta go for now, diary, Deb and I are going
to finish the night off with a couple dozen military presses with our
boy toys!"
"Remember that night, Deb, wasn't that a ball?" Lisa said,
gripping Jack's sides a little tighter in her muscled legs as she
straddled him. Then, staring into his frightened eyes, she added,
"That was the night you and my mom went to the office party. It was
great. You stayed out half the night. Thanks."
"No...no problem," Jack grimaced, trying to free his trapped
hands from under his stepdaughter's giant legs. "Can we, uh, talk
about this Lisa?"
"Oh, no, talking's done, my little friend," Lisa laughed. "Debbie's
going through my drawers right now picking out something just right
for you. Deb? How's it coming?"
Debbie walked over with a pair of cotton panties with strawberry
print all over them, and a flowing, pink slip with thin shoulder
straps. Jack thought they looked big enough to fit...
"Oh, shit, no, please, don't do it, don't do it," he groaned,
struggling to free himself from under the nearly 300-pound teen
package straddling his chest and belly. "For the love of God, Lisa,
please, don't make me wear your clothes."
"Oh, these aren't really my clothes, Jack, not any more," Lisa
said with a smile as she took them from Debbie and held them up
before her where they looked like doll clothes next to her massive
frame. "These are my old clothes, Jack, I mean, Jacqueline, from
when me and mom first came to live with you. I was what, about 8
at the time? Yeah, and even then I was damn near the same size as
you, you puny little puke! No, these aren't my clothes anymore, little
Jacqueline. They're yours! And ain't you gonna look so pretty in
them!!!"
Debbie giggled gleefully behind them as she continued to
rummage through Lisa's drawers looking for more clothes. In a
minute, she produced a couple of more sets of slips and panties with
varying designs on them, from flowers to birds to muppets. She laid
them all out on the bed next to Jack, where he twisted his head to
eye them fearfully, as if they were going to hurt him. Lisa laughed
and got off her stepfather who sat up rubbing the life back into arms
that had been pinched asleep by Lisa's massive legs.
"Put these on, Jacqueline," Lisa ordered him as she tossed the
strawberry panties and pink slip at him, no hint of a smile on her
face now, only stern authority. "Get in my bathroom, take your
clothes off and put them on. Now."
Jack looked at her in disbelief and made a stand, his last
genuine one. He defiantly tossed the crumpled little girl underwear
up into his stepdaughter's face and set his jaw.
"No, I won't," he growled. "This is my house, young lady, and as
long as you live under my roof..."
He never finished and he never saw the titanic teen move on
him. Her big arm shot out and around his neck and he found his face
being rubbed against the thickly-ribbed muscles of Lisa's belly as
she laced on a brutal side headlock with her rocky bicep, the craggy
muscle under smooth skin ripping into his skull. She locked up her
hands and put on the slightest pressure which was more than enough
to convince Jack in one, squeezing second that he better obey her.
"As long as I live under your roof, Jacqueline, you live by my
rules," Lisa grunted, snapping the mammoth arm onto his head until
he squealed in pain. "Are we quite clear on that?"
Jack groaned out an answer which he hoped Lisa would take in
the affirmative. She did, but just for good measure, she nodded back
over her shoulder at Jack's ass, which was swaying side to side in an
effort to alleviate the pressure in his head. Deb smiled and made the
OK sign to her friend, and stepped up close to let fly her wide right
hand onto Jack's rump from about shoulder high. The pain in his
head went away as it was replaced by fire in his ass, as Debbie
flailed away with her palm, crisply slapping Jack's butt.
"Ten's enough for now," Lisa said, unlocking her arm and letting
her stepfather fall to the floor where he grabbed his sore ass.
"Besides, it doesn't count while he's wearing those heavy pants."
She picked up the cotton panties and tossed them at Jack. They
landed on his head.
"You think your ass is sore now, little girl, wait'll you slip these
on," she hissed down at him. "And you will put them on, won't you?"
Jack nodded he would, ashamed at his quick response, embarrassed by
the thought of what was about to happen. He tried to get up to go to
Lisa's bathroom, but a shove from one of the big girl's size 15
saddle shoe knocked him down again, indicating her desire to have
him crawl to the toilet. He obeyed.
He shut the door behind him and stood to slowly begin taking
off his clothes. He looked at his watch. It was only 2:30, and his wife
wouldn't be home for another three hours. And he wasn't even sure
if that would be a good thing when she did get home.
He peeled off his shirt and caught his reflection in the mirror as
he did. He'd done little to stay in shape and his 45 years of hard
living on this planet were more than beginning to show. His hair, or
what was left of it, stuck out wildly in a thin ring along the sides.
Crows feet road mapped his eyes and his neck was at the onset of
growing loose folds of skin. Gravity was wreaking havoc with the rest
of his thin body as well, as the once tight skin of youth was sagging
around the breasts and belly, despite his low weight. He took down
his pants and sighed at the sight of his short, skinny, pale legs. He
stood buck naked now, and even his dick shriveled more than usual,
trying to hide itself in Jack's body, probably at the thought of what
might happen to it in the hours ahead. He looked at the total naked
package in the mirror, thought of the towering teen amazons in the
next room awaiting his entrance, and true fear began to shake his
tiny body.
He pulled on the slip Lisa had given him and to his dismay, it
fit perfectly, as did the strawberry panties that he now slid up his
slender legs. He hiked up the elastic waistband and felt the soft
cotton cup his tender ass. Pulling the fabric aside, he turned and
looked over his shoulder in the mirror. His pasty white cheeks were
blotchy red from Debbie's quick spanking. And that was through
heavy jeans. He shuddered to think of what the lack of even that
moderate protection would mean.
He stopped as he put his hand on the bathroom doorknob and heard
the girls laughing on the other side, plotting their activities for
the afternoon. He gave quick thought to putting his clothes back on,
opening the door and just bolting out of the house, jumping in his car
and driving as far away from this madness as he could. But he knew
he wouldn't, he couldn't. He couldn't just leave his life behind and
besides, he knew his wife's tenacity all too well. She'd track him
down, drag him back and make his life even more of a living hell
than anything the two girls giggling in the bedroom could manage.
He took a deep breath, let it out and felt his shoulder sag in
resignation. The fight, what little there was to begin with, left him in
that breath. He cracked open the door and stepped out into the
bedroom in his cotton slip and strawberry panties and let the
humiliation begin.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"My, oh my, don't you look pretty, little Jacqueline!" Lisa
squealed with delight as she sat with Debbie on her bed.
Jack's eyes were lowered to the floor but he looked up just
enough to see the towering princesses sitting cross-legged on the
bed, their hair pulled back in ponytails and snapping gum, looking all
the world like normal teenage girls home after school. Except that
these girls were bigger than most men, had a man in the bedroom
dressed in little girl's underwear, and were about to use him as their
own personal doll. Jack's eyes rolled back down to the floor and he
shut them tight.
"C'mere, little baby girl, c'mere and let big sister rock you," Lisa
squealed in mock little girl tones. "Come to me now, come on!"
Jack shuffled over quietly to wear Lisa was now standing. His
gaze stayed confined to the floor and all he saw was his beautiful
stepdaughter's mile-long legs. He let out a little gasp as he felt
himself being swept up into her strong arms. Lisa held him, one arm
under his shoulders, one under his legs, as a mother would hold a
baby. The size difference between them made the comparison all too
real.
"Look at my little baby sister, Jacqueline," Lisa said, walking
over to the bed were Debbie was still sitting. "Isn't she the cutest
thing?"
"Oh, she sure is," Debbie gushed, reaching out with one hand to
tickle Jack's chin, making a face as she encountered stubble, and then
adding with a laugh, "Geez, Lisa, you really oughta shave that little
sucker before you take her out in public!"
The girls laughed loudly at that one, and Lisa turned away to
walk across the room, easily holding her trembling stepfather in her
arms as she did. She looked out the window and pointed out some
toys of children across the street.
"Would little Jacqueline like to go over and play with those
swings?" she teased him. "Would she? Would she like to play with
the other kids?"
Jack looked up imploringly, shaking his head with quick
motions. The last thing in the world he expected to happen this day
was happening to him. And the last thing he wanted to happen now
was to share it with the outside world.
"Aw, she's shy, Leese," Debbie said, springing off the bed and
skipping over to were her friend stood. "Lemme play with her for
awhile, huh? Please?"
"Well....OK," Lisa said, stretching her arms out straight to easily
hold Jack parallel to the floor far below. "But you be real careful, all
right? She's our very bestest little sister and I don't want anything to
happen to her!"
Debbie curled Jack into her arms and went one better than a
mere carry as she hugged his scrawny body close to her massive
one, crushing the breath from him with a mere squeeze from her
huge arms. Jack's chest was in Debbie's laughing face, his pantied
crotch being ground into the blonde's giant chest. He fought from
becoming aroused.
"Aw, she's so cuuuute!!" Debbie squealed. "I could just squeeze
her to death!!"
Which was, at that moment, Jack's greatest fear. He felt the
tendons of Debbie's forearms ripple and the jagged peak of her
biceps cut into his back as she squeezed the air from him. He tried to
speak, but could not, knowing that nothing he could say would
prevent any of this from happening anyway.
Suddenly Jack found himself free from Debbie's all-encompassing
bear hug only to be tossed face down over her big shoulder.
He could look down over the swell of her giant, shapely ass to
the giant, shapely curves of Debbie's massive calves bubbling up
in muscular magnificence from her schoolgirl socks. Debbie folded
one arm and Jack felt the cutting edge of her bicep muscles dig into
his side as she held him tight and headed out the bedroom door.
"Where you taking the little girl, Deb?" Lisa called after her.
"Downstairs, Leese," Debbie answered, walking down the hallway
with the 105-pound package on her shoulder that wasn't even
making her breath heavy. "I wanna play tea party with little
Jacqueline!"
Lisa giggled her approval and both girls raced down the stairs
to the kitchen. Debbie handed off Jack to his stepdaughter and busied
herself getting out the tea cups. Lisa grabbed Jack under the arms
and lifted him to her face.
"Isn't this fun, Jacqueline?" she laughed into Jack's terrorized
eyes. "Doncha just love being our little sister? Little girl want some
tea? Huh?"
Jack's tried to look away, but Lisa just snuggled up close to him
and rubbed his nose with her own, the way someone might do to a
baby. Then she lifted him higher still, until his knees were about at
her face and he was far, far above, his head banging the ceiling, his
terror-filled eyes staring down at Lisa's laughing ones. His hands shot
to her arms to support himself and his trembling fingers ran over the
silky, lumpy crevices of Lisa's massive, cut triceps and bulging
blceps.
"Please...Lisa, put me down, please..." he begged in squeaky
voice.
Lisa's eyes went stern as she shifted one hand to the front of
Jack's slip, bunching up in her strong fingers and dropping the other
hand to her side. She held him up high with one arm, pressing her
fist into his chest and his back against the ceiling.
"My name's not Lisa for this little exercise, little girl," she
growled up at him. "You call me big sister from now on. Same for
Debbie. Do you understand, Jacqueline?"
Jack nervously nodded. Lisa smiled and suddenly let go of him.
He felt himself freefalling and he let out a grunt as he plopped safely
into Lisa's long, outstretched arms.
"Nice catch, Leese!" Debbie laughed as she set the table for tea.
Lisa walked over and sat Jack in one of the chairs. Debbie
poured out some fake tea and put a plate of real cookies on the table.
The two girls sat down and made sipping motions with their cups,
indicating that Jack should do the same. Embarrassed, he followed
suit, picking up his cup and lifting it to his lips to make smacking
sounds. The girls laughed.
"Have one, Jacqueline, they're your favorite, chocolate chip,"
Lisa said, picking one up and holding it Jack's clenched lips. He hated
chocolate chip cookies and she knew it.
"C'mon, Jackie, have a nibble," Debbie said in baby tones. "It's
good for you, make you grow up big and strong! Like us!!"
With that, she stuck up both her arms into a double bicep pose
and caused her mammoth upper arm muscles to pop out nearly as
much as Jack's eyes did as he watched. All the carrying around of the
human weight had pumped up Debbie's arms thick and firm. He
envisioned his head caught in those nutcracker biceps and opened
his mouth.
"Atta girl," Lisa said, slipping a whole cookie inside. "Now chew
it up, and don't spill any."
Jack didn't. He closed his eyes and chewed, swallowing as fast
as he could, wishing he had real tea in his cup to wash it down with.
He opened his eyes as he gulped the last of it down and saw Lisa
staring at him. She was making plans, he thought.
"Whaddya wanna do now, Leese?" Debbie asked, getting up to
clear the table.
"I think baby sister could use a little exercise after all that tea
and those cookies, don't you?" she answered, standing up behind
Jack, rubbing his bald head with one strong hand.
"Oh, for sure," Debbie said emphatically. "You wanna go first?"
Lisa swept up her stepfather in her arms, again in the cradle
position. Rolling her arms out, Jack found himself on his back lying
on Lisa's open palms. She then grabbed on tight, holding his legs
together by the skinny ankles in one hand, the other hand wrapped
tight around his neck. With ease, she began doing curls with her
human weight, hoisting him easily toward her body until his side fit
under her chin before she curled him back out again. Jack watched
the thick biceps roll like fleshy thunder under the creamy skin of
Lisa's massive upper arms as she worked the exercise. He lost count
after 20 reps and figured she could go on forever without breaking
so much as a bead of sweat. On each curl up, she'd smile down at his
anguished, fearful face.
"My turn, my turn, Leese, no fair, no fair!" Debbie groaned as
she stood and watched.
Lisa laughed and straightarmed Jack from her arms to Debbie's,
tossing the little man like a frightened medicine ball. He landed with
a thud in the blonde's embrace and she immediately rolled him into
the curl position, doing the exact same exercise as her friend. She,
too, did more than 20 reps and didn't even breathe hard as a result.
When she finished, she hoisted him up across her brawny shoulders,
twirling around in an airplane spin before dumping him on the living
room couch, where he sat, his head spinning, as the two amazon
teens stood before him.
"She's pitiful," Debbie said, hands on her wide hips, glaring
down at him. "Look how tiny she is."
"Yeah, cripes, one of my thighs is as big around as her whole
body," Lisa said. "Stand up, baby sister, and let me show you."
Jack obeyed and stood, his hands in front of him in submission,
framed by the huge girls on either side of him.
"Let me pump up my thighs for this," Lisa said, bending down
to scoop Jack up and toss him across her shoulders, where she went
into a series of about 20 easy squats with the minimal weight she
was carrying.
She put him down on his feet and thrust her front leg out,
thickening up her already titanic thigh. Jack's eyes bulged out nearly
as much as the quad muscles did before him. The top plate of flesh
on Lisa's amazing thigh leaped out in muscled relief from the rest of
the leg. Debbie hipchecked Jack to stand next to it and it was indeed
as big around as his entire upper body.
"You're really huge, Leese," Debbie said admiringly. "All our
exercise with, and using, the guys sure pays off."
Lisa was still checking out her huge, gorgeous gam, turning it to
admire it from all angles while Jack stared at it in disbelief. Debbie
then scooped him up in her arms and sat on the couch with him on
her lap. She stuck her legs out straight and together and slid Jack
down to sit on her ankles.
"Let me pump my pipes up and see how big they get," she said,
and began lifting her feet straight up, easily taking Jack with them,
in a series of leg lifts until her own thighs rippled with power. She
then laid Jack down on top of one of them and it was nearly as big as
his torso, but still a far cry from the muscular girth of her bigger
friend's.
"Geez, this little sister of our is so small, huh Deb?" Lisa
laughed, reaching down to pick Jack off Debbie's lap. "Amazing that
he comes from the same family as us."
Lisa shifted Jack up until his belly was across her right side,
where she easily held him up by roping her long right arm down and
around his back. She walked across the living room to the kitchen
holding him to her with the ease of which she might carry an armful
of books. She crossed the kitchen to the refrigerator where with her
free hand she opened it and took out a gallon of milk, popping off the
top with her finger. Then with one hand palming the bottle like an
NBA player holds a basketball in one hand, she lifted it to her mouth
and took several healthy gulps, some of it running out of the corners
of her mouth, down her face and into the gap between her thick tits.
She replaced the bottle and wiped her mouth clean with her hand,
the entire thirst-slaking process having been done with Jack hanging
limply from her side like a rag doll.
"Ah," she sighed, slamming the refrigerator door and walking
back to the living room. "Milk sure does a body good, right
Jacqueline?"
She put Jack on the couch next to Debbie and he looked like a
doll seated next to the amazon blonde. He looked at her and up at
Lisa and his spirits drooped as theirs lifted. He wondered how much
longer this would go on.
"Aw, Jacqueline, you look sooooo sad," Debbie said, leaning over to
tickle Jack's sagging chin. "C'mon, let's have a little smile from the
baby girl! C'mon! Smile for big sister!"
Jack didn't move. He was pissed, he was depressed, he was
scared. But he wasn't stupid. He didn't want to do anything to
provoke the massive teen girls who had essentially kidnapped him.
"Jacqueline looks like she wants to suck her thumb," Lisa said,
bending down to look into Jack's horrified face. "Maybe that would
make her feel better. Go ahead, honey, suck that thumb. Suck it."
Jack only stared at her with a mixture of humiliation and
incredulity, but mostly humiliation. He started to move his hand
toward his mouth but he balked.
"I said SUCK IT!!!" Lisa bellowed in his face. "Put that thumb in
your mouth now little girl and SUCK IT!!"
Jack's hand shot to his mouth and plopped his thumb inside,
wrapping his lips around it and sucking loud enough for both girls to
hear. Lisa smiled and stood back up straight, folding her muscular
arms across her giant chest in satisfaction.
"Uh-oh, little girl is sucking her thumb again, and that's a no-
no," Debbie scolded Jack. "Jacqueline must be punished for not doing
what big sister Debbie tells her to do."
"But Lisa said..." Jack protested, pulling his thumb from his
mouth.
"WHAT?!" Lisa roared. "I said from now on you call us BIG SISTER!!
Debbie's right, little girl, you must be punished!! Debbie, the
little girl's butt is yours!!"
Before he could react, not that reacting would have helped,
Debbie grabbed his neck and hauled him belly down across her giant
lap and held him there with one hand. With the other, to Jack's
horror, she pulled down his strawberry panties over the gentle swell
of his pale ass, exposing his tender flesh to the huge blonde's sadistic
whim. Debbie smiled and lifted her big hand high in the air. She
looked at Lisa.
"How many?" she asked.
Lisa picked up a dart from a nearby table and threw it at a
dartboard hanging in the hallway wall. It hit a number, and it wasn't
a low one, Jack noted with silent displeasure, trying to twist his head
to the side from under Debbie's iron grip.
"15," Lisa answered casually, sitting in a chair to watch,
crossing one huge leg over the other, the massive calf of the top leg
creasing deep along the shinbone.
Debbie let out a yelp and let it rip. Jack's howls of pure pain
were music to her ears as Debbie let her hand come up higher on
each smack. Her silky, wide palm screamed down and smashed
soundly into Jack's quivering white ass with deadly accuracy, first
one cheek then the other, and then both at the same time, so big was
the spanking girl's hand. Debbie felt the wet fire grow between her
thighs as between wallops, she watched Jack's ass glow rosier red
each time she struck him. He tried to crane his head back in pain on
every slap but Debbie's other hand held him face down in the sofa
cushions which absorbed at least a little of his screaming agony.
Debbie had started out slowly, taking a second or two between cracks
but as his ass began to glow and his cries became more genuinely
terrified, she picked up the pace until her arm and hand were a blur,
rising and falling with the furious frenzy of her domination. Soon,
Jack's tender ass was a mass of angry, red welts from the top of his
skinny thighs to the small of his back. When she finally stopped and
let him up, his face was soaked with his tears.
"Pull your panties up, little girl, that's not a polite way to stand
in front of people," Lisa said in condescending tones, pointing to
Jack's cock, which much to his horror, was pointing back at Lisa. As
he hurriedly pulled up his panties, he was even more embarrassed to
realize Lisa's finger was bigger.
Jack stood there for what seemed like hours as the two girls
just giggled and stared at him, mocking everything about him.
"She's a little baby girl, isn't she?" Debbie laughed, poking him
from behind in his pained ass. "There was hardly any meat on that
ass when I started smacking it and I don't think there was much left
when I got through!"
"Look at those legs, look at those arms," Lisa said, wrapping her
giant hands around his pale, scrawny appendages. "He needs some
exercise."
Lisa's eyes met Debbie's and they all popped open wide.
"The tricycle!!" they both giggled at once, and Lisa was off to
the cellar.
Jack's shoulders drooped. His stepdaughter thundered back up
the stairs with her old trike in hand. She plopped it in the middle of
the living room and motioned for Jack to sit on it. He tried, but his
ass was too tender and he shot back up straight, his face a mask of
pain. Lisa smiled and ran off to the bathroom to come back with a
thick bath towel, which she folded and put on the seat. Jack gingerly
settled himself down and lifted his bare feet to the hard rubber
pedals.
"Move it, little girl," Lisa ordered. "Show your big sisters how
well you ride."
He rode, but not well. It had been at least 40 years since he sat
on a tricycle and even for a man of his diminutive size, the fit was
not a comfortable one. His knees splayed out to the sides and he
hunched over the handlebars trying his best to pump his skinny legs
to get the damn thing to move. When it did, it lurched forward in
starts and stops, all to the giggling delight of the giant tormentresses
who stood watching him.
"Keep going, Jacqueline!" Debbie goaded him. "C'mon, girl,
practice harder!"
Jack tried and finally managed to get something of a rhythm
going, rocking his legs up and down as hard as he could until he
found himself moving in a fairly smooth circle around the living
room, lapping the coffee table and both of the girls who presented
the largest obstacles in the room, save for a large entertainment
center against one far wall. As he rode, his ass throbbed in his
strawberry panties. He found himself making bigger circles as he
strained to keep the trike from running into anything. On one pass,
his outstretched knee brushed an end table and caused a crystal vase
on it to teeter dangerously before Lisa reached out to steady it.
"You better be careful, little girl," she warned him. "That's my
mother's favorite vase and if anything happens to it, that pain in
your ass is going to seem like nothing more than a stubbed toe ! "
Carefully, Jack tried to wind his path into a tighter circle
around the coffee table and the two girls, but when he slowed down,
they kept egging him on to go faster. Again, he brushed the end table
and again the crystal vase came close to plummeting to the floor
before Lisa grabbed it, this time angrily. She steadied the vase and
stepped in front of Jack's tricycle, stopping him in his wobbly tracks.
She stood, hands on wide hips, her schoolgirl skirt riding high on
tree-trunk thighs. She bent over and grabbed the metal pipes under
the trike's seats and effortlessly lifted it, and its very frightened
rider, high in the air until his terrified eyes met her angry ones.
"I'm not telling you again, Jacqueline, if you're going to ride
your bike in the house you have to be very, very careful," she
scolded. "Now, are you going to be careful or do I turn your butt over
to big sister Debbie again?"
"No, please, I'll be careful, I'll be careful," Jack whined,
watching with amazement as Lisa's massive biceps quivered in the
muscular effort of holding him and the bike up steady. "Please, big
sister Lisa, give me another chance."
Lisa smiled and slowly put him and the bike back down. Stepping
aside, she motioned with a sweep of her long, strong arm for
him to ride again. His legs chunked down on the pedals and the
bike again lurched forward unsteadily. His circles around the coffee
table and the girls again grew wider and he was sweating furiously
from the effort to keep the bike from straying. But on one pass, his
knee again banged the end table, this time knocking the vase off the
side. Debbie lunged and caught it in her long fingers just inches from
the hard-wood floor. Jack gasped. Lisa exploded.
"You little bad girl!!" she roared, reaching down with one hand
to pluck Jack from the trike like King Kong picking a native from the
ground for a quick snack. "You must be punished!!"
Jack screamed his protest but Lisa merely plunked him face
down over her outstretched, sinewy forearms. Debbie's eyes lit up as
she rudely yanked down his pretty panties, revealing his pink ass
which was only a couple of shades less red than it was from the prior
spanking. She raised her hand. Jack closed his eyes.
"How many, Leese?" Debbie asked, anticipating the answer.
"Many as you want, Deb," Lisa growled. "Go nuts."
And Debbie did. The big hand crashed down onto Jack's insanely
sore ass, the pain exploding from his butt, down his legs, all
the way up his back into his brain. He opened his mouth to scream
his agony but found no sound coming out, only the tears streaming
from his eyes going in. Again and again, Debbie's huge hand rained
down on his rear end, quivering the bright-red flesh.
"You..bad..little...girl..maybe..next..time...you'll...be...
more...careful...," Debbie hissed, slapping his agonized ass
with each word. "Now..do..it..again..and..do..it..RIGHT!"
On the last word, she put a little extra into it, the thick bicep of
the spanking hand boiling up in a bunch and uncoiling with deadly
power as she delivered the final whack. Jack's whole body went stiff
waiting for more spanks, but mercifully, she was through. His own
trembling hands bent behind him to gently touch the blistered meat
of his rump that he knew he would not be able to sit on for at least a
week. Finally, Lisa put him down and he struggled to pull his panties
up. He was horrified as he watched her then refold the towel and put
it on the tricycle seat.
"One last ride, Jacqueline," she said, bidding him to sit on the
bike. "It's getting late."
Jack looked at the wall clock through teary eyes. His wife
would be home in a few minutes. Not even the dominant Nancy
would tolerate this outright insanity in her home. He thought he'd be
safe then, he might even tell her all that had happened, and she'd set
her twisted daughter straight.
But that would be later. Now, he tried to ignore the throbbing
rawness of his ass as he settled his tender rump on the towel that
layered the rock-hard bike seat. His wobbly legs began to pump and
he picked up his course around the living room, feeling like a bear on
a unicycle at the circus, especially with the big girls watching and
laughing and urging him on. As tears streamed down his face, his
mind raced trying to figure out how to exact revenge. He was so
caught up in anger, he failed to realize how close he was coming to
that damn end table again until his knee smashed fully into one of its
legs and the crystal vase shattered in a million pieces at the front
wheel of the tricycle. His eyes shot open as he stared at it and slowly
moved his gaze up to the girls. Debbie giggled, a big hand over her
mouth. Lisa never looked so angry in her life. Or, oddly, so pleased,
Jack thought. Either way, it did not bode well for the little, beaten
man.
With one hand around his scrawny neck, Lisa lifted Jack from
the trike and in a smooth move, tossed him over Debbie's beefy
shoulder, his head hanging down over her brawny back. He felt Lisa's
long fingers dig into the seat of his panties and not just pull them
down, but rip them right off his sore ass.
"You're in deep shit now, little girl," Debbie said over her
shoulder to Jack. "You thought I hit hard, your ass ain't seen nothing
yet."
Jack thought he went blind when the first open-handed blow
landed, the pain flashing white hot before his eyes. His blistered ass
was a cauldron of agony as Lisa never let up, raising the hand of one
powerful arm and slamming it down onto the red mass of beaten
meat again and again. She didn't bother to do one cheek at a time, as
Debbie had done. Lisa's hand was so big, it covered his entire ass,
which didn't really take all that much. It almost made Jack laugh
when he realized the girl had palmed a gallon of milk with that same
hand. Almost. Then the pain came back and the hint of laughter was
replaced with an overload of anguish. Between slaps, Jack heard Lisa
grunt as she geared up for the next onslaught. Then blessedly, his
raw ass went numb as the pain overwhelmed him and he passed out.
When he awoke, he felt a cold shoe nudging his naked crotch,
the pointed, leather-encased toe jamming his tiny balls.
"C'mon, Jack, wake up, wake up," he heard a familiar voice say.
He opened his eyes and tried to focus through the tears that
had flowed from them even as he was passed out. He saw auburn
hair, a pretty face and a stern look. It was Nancy, his wife. His head
turned to the side and he saw two huge, chastened girls. She'd caught
them. He was safe.
She helped him to his feet and then stepped back and stared at
him as he stood there with his hands folded in front of his crotch. She
wasn't smiling.
"The girls told me everything, Jack," Nancy said, walking
around him, arms folded across her chest, which was covered by a
no-nonsense business blazer over a light blue blouse she wore above
a knee-length dark blue skirt. "The diary, the spanking, everything,
they told me.
"Now girls," she said, turning to them, "If I've told you once,
I've told you a million times, there's a time and place for this sort of
thing..."
"Told them once?" Jack heard his own squeaky voice say.
"Nancy, you know about this? You know what's in Lisa's diary? You
know what these bizarre bitches do? And you never told me, you
never stopped her?"
For the first time, Nancy smiled. "Jack, Lisa's a very strong-
minded, as well as strong-bodied young woman. Lisa will do what
Lisa wants to do. That's the way it is."
She turned back to them. "You were wrong for what you did to
Jack, girls, you do know that, don't you?"
The girls hung their heads and nodded. But with a slight smirk
on their pretty faces. Jack shifted from one leg to the other, trying to
take his mind off the incredible pain in his ass.
"I must punish you, Lisa," Nancy continued. "There will be no
staying after school to exercise with the boys for a month. If Debbie
wants to come here and work out, that's fine, but you'll do it here.
Understood?"
Lisa nodded again. Jack exploded.
"That's it, that's fucking it?!!" he raged. "They beat me half to
death and that's all you can do?"
Nancy spun around and shot him a stern glance. He gulped and
fell silent. His ass twitched.
"As for you, Jack," she said, taking his glance with her as she
turned her head to glare at the remnants of the vase still on the floor
that glinted in the rays of the late afternoon sun knifing through the
living room window. "That was my favorite vase."
Nancy slowly peeled off her blazer and stood square, her
massive shoulders pushing against the silky fabric of her blouse. She
slid up one sleeve then the other, the sinewy, hard flesh of her
forearms dancing under her tanned skin as she walked toward Jack,
rubbing her hands together. Her very large hands. Jack's eyes
watered watching those them.
"What the girls did to you was wrong, Jack, and I'm punishing
Lisa for it," Nancy said. "But what you did to my vase...that's an
entirely different story."
It grew dark as Nancy closed in on him. Jack shut his eyes and
concentrated very hard on the agony of his ravaged ass, hoping to
pass out as quickly as possible....
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