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Around noon, Kari stopped by the athletic girls body building center to pick up her guest. They drove home, chatting eagerly, Kari carefully explaining her general plan. When they arrived, Kari led the way in, cheerfully greeting Michelle with, “Sweetie, meet Wendy! She is going to work with me on you!” Kari could see that Michelle was ready to faint, her head swooning, tears welling in her eyes, her flabby body quivering, her legs seemingly buckling under the weigh of the sight before her eyes. Michelle kept looking from Kari to Wendy back to Kari back to Wendy, trying to understand. Kari had much to do with the shopping. Wendy was looking around the finely furnished house, understanding her situation and preparing mentally and physically for her task. Michelle remained totally aghast, seeking desperately either an explanation or a way out. Neither was forthcoming. And Wendy, Michelle thought, seemed way too big for the house. What could Kari have possibly planned for her? Michelle started to cry.

In her tangerine colored workout outfit, Wendy was the epitome of physical fitness. Her body fat was non-existent. Her entire body was solid iron. Her waist was 22”, about the size of her biceps and half the size of her massive thighs. Her flowing brown hair and tanned face was the sure sign of a woman who takes care of herself and her appearance. Her muscles bulged from every corner, veins throbbing under her tight outfit. Even her nipples seemed rock-solid protruding from her skin-tight outfit. She was definitely a no nonsense woman in every sense of the word.

Wendy took a long, hard look at Michelle, standing there in the middle of the room, her fit girls quivering, and eyes teary and terrified. She told Michelle to take off her shirt. Michelle obeyed. Wendy looked at her and told her to take off her socks and shoes. Michelle obeyed, uncertain what how far she had to go. Wendy reached over and unzipped Michelle’s trousers, all too gently for a woman of her brawn and strength, lowered them just a few inches below Michelle’s waist. Michelle wanted to lean over just and inch and kiss Wendy but Wendy was too good for this and smiled kindly as she moved her face away, just beyond reach. Michelle was feeling the mixed emotions of passion and fear, the very joy of Kari’s intentions for Michelle’s breaking and training. Kari smiled approvingly. Wendy took the cue instantly.

Kari took out her digital camera, fresh batteries and a huge capacity card: she would be taking hundreds, if not thousands of pictures during every stage of the new training process. These were mandatory for Michelle’s personal file and of course would be freely shared with the other Doms for their own use. Michelle knew that, and it made her all the more nervous. Kari enjoyed seeing Michelle in agony, and nothing made Michelle more nervous than knowing she was being so freely passed around, if only in pictures at first, but in person for sure later on. Her eyes pleaded with Kari not to take pictures, and definitely not so many. Kari did not care. Kari already had a complete dossier on Michelle, in her casual poses around the house, before and after training sessions, before and after make-up, seemingly so relaxed and yet so totally tense inside.

Wendy stepped back to look at Michelle standing there, semi-nude, trousers hanging around her thighs, then ordered Michelle to drop them. Michelle obeyed. Wendy looked at her again.

Then she turned to Kari. “What does she have there?”

Kari smiled, sweetly answering, “That? Oh, that is her enlarged clit!”

Wendy smiled back. “Let’s take a look at it, then fitness models!”

Michelle started to pull on her panties. Wendy gruffly told her to keep her hands away: she would be doing the exploring herself and on her own, thank you. She approached Michelle. Putting her hand on Michelle’s chest to keep her in place, slowly, very slowly Wendy lowered Michelle’s panties. Michelle started to quiver more strongly. Wendy just kept pulling them down a tiny bit at a time until finally either they were down all the way or Michelle’s enlarged popped out. Kari, lovely Kari giggled. Wendy looked up at her and smiled. “Well, well! A very enlarged clit indeed! Let’s take a better look at it! It seems, oh, about what, a full five inches long?” Kari corrected her, saying that it was really four and three-quarters inches long. Wendy smiled, looking at it closely all along. “And what else is there here toned girls?” Kari smiled again, “Those are her descended ovaries!” Wendy smiled, “I guess we will just have to get them corrected and out of the way!” Kari and Wendy both laughed. Michelle trembled. Corrected and out of the way could only mean one thing: popping them back into her pelvis and every time Kari did it, as she fumbled clumsily with them, the pain was almost unbearable. Michelle could only hope and pray that Wendy would be more experienced and less playful about it.

Michelle turned her attention back to Michelle’s enlarged clit, now bulging out of her panties. “But it seems broken or something. There seems to be a hole in it.” Kari smiled, knowing of course that Wendy was referring to Michelle’s pee hole. Wendy sure knew how to make Michelle tremble. What a good trainer this one was going to be! Wendy walked over to Kari’s well stocked bar, found a smooth glass, very slim and long swizzle stick, and walked back over to trembling Michelle. “Let’s see just how deep the hole is.” Kari had never seen this done before so she leaned over to get a closer look. Wendy made Michelle lick the swizzle stick getting it very wet with her saliva. And with that, Wendy began to slip in the swizzle stick into Michelle’s pee hole. Slowly, carefully, pressing firmly as it went it, almost effortlessly. Michelle was terrified but in all fairness she admitted in silence to herself that it almost felt extremely good to have something inside her. In due time, practically the entire length of the swizzle stick went in, and Wendy pulled it back out just as gently. “Just as I suspected. Her enlarged clit is broken and the hole goes in all the way. Let’s see if it still works.”

Wendy took Michelle’s enlarged clit in her hand, gripping it from the root, making sure her fingers were in the exact position she wanted. Slowly, very slowly she began to tighten her grip. Wendy’s muscles were tightening. Her veins were bulging everywhere, but nowhere as much as in her hand as she tightened her ferrous grip. The veins on Michelle’s enlarged clit were also bulging and throbbing violently. And Wendy was simply tightening her grip even more. Michelle was clearly in unbearable discomfort. Her hand shot down to protect herself from further damage. Wendy slapped her hand away sharply, Michelle screaming, desperately trying to get free from Wendy’s grip. Wendy scolded her gruffly. “Keep your hands away at all times! I do the touching and I alone! Is that clear?” And with that, she flicked her wrist gripping Michelle’s enlarged clit, almost bending it out of shape, outward and upward.

Michelle screamed.

Wendy let go.

Michelle fell to the floor in tears. She could not control herself any more.

Kari cheered Wendy. They were going to be really good friends from now on! They had so much in common and Wendy was clearly so experienced!

The two women adjourned for lunch while Michelle served them, her enlarged clit and her eyes both very red and very wet. The two women laughed and chatted eagerly, oblivious to Michelle and when they were finished, had Michelle do the dishes and clean up, ordering her to pack her “things” to go out. Michelle knew what that meant: Kari had really been training her well.

They got in the car and drove back to the women’s fitness center. Michelle had never seen it nor been there before, but her heart skipped a beat (out of fear or excitement?) when she saw the sign on the door: “Exclusively for women – By Invitation Only.” Wendy confidently led them inside. Michelle looked around. It was a professionally furnished fitness center, with more machines than she had ever seen before, and being Saturday afternoon, the place was full. There were women of all walks of life, of all ages, in various stages of physical fitness. Some were obviously into toned body, body-building; others, into toning their bodies; still others, mostly working women, into slimming and getting some exercise. Some were tight, others were not in such great shape or outright full, but all were working out. Michelle felt quite at ease in this setting.

ISABEL


Wendy introduced them to Isabel, saying that Isabel would be Michelle’s personal trainer. If Wendy was solid, Isabel was a tower of iron muscle. Her dorsal muscles resembled an aircraft carrier, with biceps and triceps the width of a woman’s chest, and equally muscular legs the size of an oak tree. Her medium-length black hair nicely accentuated her tanned skin. Isabel listened carefully to what Wendy told her about getting Michelle in shape. She did not smile: these were women not given to levity. She listened and made notes. She explained that the process was quite simple. Michelle would be put on a very strict and demanding physical fitness program. She would do cardio exercises for about three hours a day, interspersed with two hours of strength training to get her muscles nicely toned and firm. In time, she said, Michelle would be tighter than Britney Spears. Wendy laughed; Kari smiled approvingly. That is exactly what she wanted! But Kari expressed her concern that Michelle, being so chubby and out of shape, might not measure up to the task. Isabel was quite serious in her reply to Kari’s very valid concern. It did not matter, she explained, reaching into her pouch. She took out a slim gold chain with a loop on one end and a hook on the other. The loop would be looped around Michelle’s descended ovaries; the hook attached to a ring on the front of the treadmill. If Michelle should slack off, the chain would tug on her descended ovaries. Michelle would have no choice but to keep up with the treadmill. It was all so simple! Kari loved it! Isabel took out something else out of her pouch. It was a very large pill. She pried open Michelle’s mouth, slipped the pill inside and with her finger shoved it deep into Michelle’s throat. Michelle gagged and swallowed, Isabel handing her a small paper cup with water to help it down. Kari was curious as to what the pill was. Isabel explained that it was a high-potency, fast-acting hormone replacement. Michelle’s legs were quivering: she was being force fed hormones! Isabel did not care that Michelle was on the verge of panicking. She turned to Kari and told her that Michelle would need three a day, with breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and to make sure that Michelle did not spit them out, it would be best if Kari would shove it down her throat with her finger. Kari smiled: these women were professionals in all they did! And that Michelle would look like Britney Spears… oh!

Kari asked the obvious: would Michelle need a special outfit for her physical fitness workout every day? Isabel shook her head. For the time being, Michelle would be totally naked during her six hours a day at the gym. In time, as the high-potency hormones took effect, her breasts would get rounder and fuller, so a training bra would be in order, just to make sure that her breasts retained their firmness. As to “down there” parts, asked Kari. Isabel looked at Wendy and they agreed that since Michelle’s enlarged clit did not get much air, it would be fine to simply let it be free and nicely exposed at all times. They agreed.

Michelle was overjoyed for many reasons. She would be whipped into physical shape by a team of women body builders. She would be totally naked while she worked out in the presence of many other women. She had requested and been allowed six weeks paid vacation by her company after Kari called her boss and offered a “special gift” in return, sending over one of her subs on a one-hour, well-spent mission. There were only two things on her mind right now: that Isabel and Wendy had both told Kari that for the first few weeks Michelle would be so sore and so tired from the exercise routines that she would be unable to function sexually (Kari really did not care), and that she really needed to pee. Kari laughed: Michelle was so girlish!