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The PlayGround, Part I

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

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

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

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

By pulling a few strings with the right members of the hospital
staff, Bobby rotated to a daytime shift and found himself working
with Lisa almost every day. As awkward as they looked together,
they became good friends in a relatively short period of time.
When Bob was forced to return to his night shift, Lisa
rescheduled her therapy and workout sessions for the evening
hours so she could be with him and remain under his expert
guidance. After five weeks of clinical care, Lisa and Bobby had
become quite friendly, but when Lisa started talking about the
possibility of their living together when she was discharged from
the hospital, it still caught Bobby by surprise. She knew she
had lost her job and without Bob's help, she had nowhere else to
go except back to the streets. Bob knew her chances for recovery
would be greatly reduced if that were the case, so he reluctantly

agreed to let her move in. Lisa made Bobby concede to several
conditions before she moved in. She wanted to do all the
cooking, all the cleaning and most of the general chores around
the house while Bob was to continue his guidance of her
recuperation. That sounded pretty good to him, basically she
wanted to do all the housework and take care of him. She also
wanted him to continue as her therapy counselor and that included
teaching her how to cook and prepare the proper foods for her
recovery. This was turning out better than Bob had imagined.
They were going to live together in his house and she was already
eager to accept his expert advise about her nutritional needs and
exercise therapy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lisa did most of the food shopping on Wednesday nights while
Bobby was at work. This is where she ran into Sally, a woman she
had gotten to know briefly during her stay at the hospital.
Sally couldn't believe this was the same Lisa she had met at the
county hospital, the improvement was absolutely amazing. When
she asked her what she'd been doing with herself and where she
was living, she explained her current situation. She told Sally
that she had learned to cook and eat the proper foods, that she
was exercising regularly and consuming more food than ever
before. Then she told her that she was living with the soon to
be Dr. Robert Sweet, the nutritional therapist from the county
hospital, and they'd been living together for over eight months
now. "You mean that little guy from the therapy sessions?" she
asked. "Yes, that's my Bobby" she answered. "I know him pretty
good myself, or at least I know something about him. He's the
little guy who tries to hit on all the big women at the physical
therapy center." she said. "Everytime one of my girls from the
club goes to the hospital with an injury, he tries to get to know
them a little and then asks them out on a date. He hasn't
bothered any of them in the last six or seven months, some of the
girls think he's kinda cute, a little too short and skinny
though. But none of them know he's gonna be a doctor, you better
latch on to him while you can sweetie." she laughed. "Are you
sure we're talking about the same man Sally?" Lisa asked.
"Bobby's really a nice guy, He's not at all like the man you're
describing" she added. "I'll tell you what" Sally said, "I'm in
kind of a hurry right now, but if you meet me at the club later
tonight, you know "The PlayGound" on the other side of town,
I'll buy you a few drinks and tell you everything I know. You
can decide for yourself if we're talking about the same man.
How's 8:30 sound? We can talk for a while and then check out the
show, it starts at 9:00." Lisa had to say yes, she knew she was
falling in love with Bobby and she had to investigate this view
into his questionable past behavior. "Ok Sally, I'll meet you
there at 8:30" she said. "Just tell the bouncer at the door
you're Sally's guest" she told her before leaving.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

People started yelling from the audience again, "Crush him with
your legs Gracie," "Yeah, do him with your big thighs Grace, show
that little man who the boss is." "Make him beg Gracie, make him
beg for mercy." The big blond continued to slowly flex her
powerful thigh muscles around his hopelessly trapped body,
compressing them tighter and tighter together. It was obvious to
Lisa, and just about everyone else at ringside, that the big
blond wrestler could easily kill this little man if she squeezed
him any tighter. She could have crushed all of his ribs into his
chest with on big flex of her muscular thighs, but she didn't.
Instead she just held him there, keeping the pressure at a point
where he was hopelessly trapped and just barley conscious. She
wanted everyone to see him suffer, to watch him as he struggled
pathetically, gasping for air and using his hands to feebly grasp
at her solid immovable thighs in his desperate attempt to escape.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

to be continued .................................................