Duckling Pt 02

The next day passed uneventfully and that night Rob returned home, changed out of his work clothes and got into to bed looking at the image of Lydia and doing his devotions as she had commanded. The image of her looking at him imperiously and his whispered repetition of her mantra aroused him and he found himself masturbating to the experience of what had happened at the pool. He pictured her strong muscles underwater and recalled the feeling of security and safety that came with him holding onto her powerful body. It felt like something out of a fantasy and he fell asleep with images of the night before in his mind as well as a strange sense of comfort and calmness that washed over him.

His dreams were awash with scenes of Lydia, the painting she had sent him and the combination of remembering what they had done the night before and his own fantasies. In his dream he and Lydia were poolside again and she whispered to him,

"Bobbie... Little duckling... are you ready for more?"

"Yes Ms. Lydia" he said in a high voice.

"Ready for me to take you, my duckling?"

"Yes Ms. Lydia" he repeated.

In the dream he was wearing a light sun dress and had blonde curls. His arms and legs felt heavy with weakness: he was the little girl she kept telling him to become. Part of him wanted to resist this image of himself but part of him knew it also felt right.

His vision was cloudy but he felt her get atop him and lean down and kiss him. He opened his eyes slightly and saw her neck, muscular and powerful, her lips, full and red, and her eyes staring into him. Her face was surrounded in white but he could see her muscular arms raised above her head, adjusting her tight black ponytail.

"Ask me to take you, little Bobbi."

"Please Ms. Lydia. Please fuck me."

She smiled and he felt her lean into him. He was surprised in his dream because in his fantasy he felt her cock slide into his pussy. His pussy was wet for her and he let out a small moan as she entered him. "Yes, baby, take my cock." She whispered with a gravelly voice and he moaned and screamed. It felt amazing: her stiff long cock penetrating him between his legs. He writhed under her strong body, felt her cock slide in and out of his wet, shaven slit and she fucked him hard and intensely -- before long he exploded. Her face melted away as he awoke from his dream, realizing that it was just that, a dream. He shook his head as he collected himself -- he didn't want a vagina, he didn't want girl with a dick, it was just the strange blurring together of what had happened over the past few days. Lydia was hot and they had played with their gender roles a bit but he didn't want to be a little girl.

The dream had been real enough, however, as he had cum while he was asleep so he tossed his pyjamas off and got into the shower. While he was in the shower he saw that his phone was buzzed with a text message. His heart leapt, he hoped it was her. He quickly finished washing off and checked the message.

"Hello, duckling. Did you miss me?"

"Yes, Ms. Lydia. I keep thinking about you."

"Good. I'll be at the pool in 30 minutes. Be there for your next lesson."

His heart sped up. Could he return to the pool again given his humiliation about what had happened last time?

He wrote back with shaking hands, "I'm sorry but I'm not sure I can make it."

She replied right away: "Duckling. Be there. 29 minutes."

It wasn't a request, it was a command that touched something inside him. He quickly scrambled to obey her order. He jumped into his clothes and grabbed his swimming suit and raced to the pool. He was thinking that at least it was early enough that the pool would be relatively empty.

He texted her soon after, "Yes, Ms. Lydia."

He arrived there with a few minutes to spare and found Lydia immediately. She was doing squats and lunges next to the pool and he was struck, once again, by her powerful physique and her commitment to self-improvement. Where he would have spent the extra time staring at his phone, she used it to get stronger and better. Upon seeing him Lydia waved and smiled and passed him a bag with his swimming outfit. "Make sure to wear this, duckling. It's your swimming uniform."

He looked at the bag and saw a pink garment inside, "Ms. Lydia... could I wear my normal swimsuit?"

She arched her eyebrow "Of course not, duckling. This is your swimming attire. It's completely fitting for someone like you. Now, get ready quickly and stop dawdling unless, of course, you relish the idea of parading around the pool when the other swimmers arrive."

He reluctantly took the bag and walked into the change room. As he stepped into the cold tiles of the locker room, his mind was racing with thoughts of her powerful muscles and her forceful demeanor. He felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. He opened the bag to find a one piece pink swimsuit. He realized he was past the point of disobeying her orders so he undressed and began to put it on. As he did so he noticed that the tag indicated was for a 13 year old girl yet it fit him well. His small penis tucked away easily and when he looked at himself in the mirror he realized with his soft features and small physique he really did resemble a young girl. Someone would have to look quite closely to discover that he was a boy. It was as if Lydia had spied something inside him and was merely bringing it to the surface.

He stepped out of the change room and saw Lydia waiting by the pool. She was dressed in her lifeguard outfit and looked the image of towering feminine strength; she gave him a beaming smile. Walking up to her he was struck by the difference in their stature and strength: her iron muscles compared to his soft, girlish body. He looked like her little girl, her younger sister even. By now there were a few other people in the pool but they paid him no notice, either because they were struck by the image of the amazonian lifeguard or because he fit the role of small feminine girl so well.

"Oh duckling, you look so sweet. Are you ready for your next lesson?"

"Yes, miss."

She picked him up under his arms and dipped him into the shallow end, a gentle reminder of her ability to dominate him. She then proceeded to put him through the paces with a number of exercises and Rob soon found that the swimming lesson was more than he had bargained for. She tried to teach him butterfly crawl with little success and he was even less adept at floating on his back for any length of time. He continued to sink and found himself held in her strong embrace.

At one point he reached out to her and found himself grabbing onto her sizeable biceps. They were even more impressive to touch than they were to hold: like two sizeable boulders under her skin. She smiled at him coyly, clearly aware of how much he was enjoying holding on to her powerful physique.

"Maybe, I'm just not cut out for swimming" he stated.

"Not at all. You'll learn. You're too quick to give up, that's what led you to the life you're in. And maybe you like being the helpless duckling. Anyway, you're with me now: I'll teach you to persist." She turned away from him and put her back against the wall, her muscles popping out of her swimsuit. He stared lustily at the powerful knot of muscles in her back.

"Try and swim some laps just in the shallow end. I'll watch your form." As he attempted it, she shouted "Kick your legs! You need to learn how to swim like a good girl," she bellowed, her voice bouncing off the walls of the indoor pool. He cringed at the prospect of someone hearing her. He tried to swim in the manner that she had demonstrated but found himself veering off course again and again.

As he struggled to keep afloat a sudden jolt of pain shot through his arm. He had accidentally swum into the path of a younger teen girl, who had grabbed him with surprising force. He hadn't even realized that he was near her but she looked angry and held his arm with ferocity. She was a small brunette, about his size, but with aggression and power emanating from her. She looked at him with a snarl, her grip tightening. "Hey, watch where you're going, you little bitch!" she spat, her voice thick with aggression. Her eyes narrowed, taking in his costume with a sneer.

Rob felt his cheeks burn with humiliation as he stammered out an apology, "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there." "Well, you better keep your eyes open," she said, squeezing his arm harder. The strength in her grip was surprising, and he felt his resolve crumble. "Owww.." he said and her voice quavered and his body was physically shaking with intimidation. Tears came into his eyes and he felt his knees buckle beneath the water. This was exactly the kind of confrontation he had feared since Lydia had transformed him into this vulnerable, feminized version of himself.

The girl looked at him with a puzzled look: "You're... a boy?" and as she realized this, she smiled and stood taller in the water. Her grip tightened further, her nails digging into his soft skin. "Apologize like you mean it," she demanded, a cruel glint in her eye. "I'm sorry, Miss," he whimpered, his voice high and submissive. The power dynamics were stark; she was a young teenager, and yet she was the one dominating him. Tears came into Rob's eyes as he felt the weight of his new reality crushing down on him.

The girl's smirk grew wider as she watched him squirm, and she leaned in close to his ear. "If you bump into me again, I'll pull off your swimsuit in the pool and show everyone what a freak you are. Understand?" "Yes, yes, miss." He said with fear in his voice. Without warning, she pulled him closer and wrapped her arm around his neck, applying a headlock that was surprisingly firm. "Say it again," she ordered, her grip tightening slightly. "I'm sorry, Miss," he choked out, his voice strained. She wasn't letting go, and the pain was a stark reminder of his vulnerability.

The headlock was a clear assertion of dominance, and Rob felt the last vestiges of his masculine pride slipping away. She was wearing a watch that was digging into his face and he could feel the pulse of her power through her arm and the firmness of her abs as she held him in place. She was holding his face against the water and he looked down and saw his weak legs and pink torso kicking in futility. His breath was shallow, and his eyes watered as she held him captive and in place. "Please... please let me go" he said, on the verge of tears. Finally, she released him, and he gasped for air, his face red with embarrassment.

She held up her arm and adjusted her waterproof green watch on it. "You almost pulled my watch off my arm you little sissy. If you come near me again, I'll really kick your ass" and with that she swam off. Rob also swam away, his arms shaking, trying to compose himself. His heart was racing and he wiped the tears away from his face. The water felt cold and unforgiving against his bare skin, but he was grateful for the cover it provided.

He swam back into the shallow end, his heart racing with the scene of confrontation and stress. Lydia returned to his side, "Looks like you annoyed Stacey. I wanted to see if you would stand up for yourself. Guess not, eh duckling?" He was shaking and remained silent. "You know she's 12, right? She's big for 12 but seriously, I thought you might have stood up for yourself even a little bit." He was speechless at her revelation that he was absolutely terrified of a girl half his age.

She propped herself up against the wall of the deep end. "I guess you really are weak and helpless." She looked at him and said, "I wondered if you might call me for help. Next time, you can do that. I'll protect you. Just say, 'Please Ms. Lydia, rescue me.'" She could see the fear in his eyes and she pulled him towards her, "Come here and bounce on my leg. It'll help you feel better again. I know you like that." And she indicated that he float over to her.

She stuck her leg out in the water and, while he had seen them before, he was amazed at the strength of her thigh and calf muscles. They rippled with power and he felt an erotic thrill as he slid his body onto her powerful leg. Her leg felt so safe and securing after this confrontation, he wanted to wrap his whole body around it and hold onto her for dear life.

"Are you getting into trouble intentionally just so you can ride Ms. Lydia's big leg, duckling?"

"No, no. I'm trying."

"You promise you're not just sinking so that I can rescue you?"

"No Ms. Lydia."

"I think you like it on my leg, don't you sweetie? It makes you feel safe and secure?"

"Yes, Ms. Lydia. I feel good riding your leg."

"Did Stacey scare you? Did she bully you?"

He was silent before stating, "Y--- yes."

"That's OK, sweetie. You're a weak girl. Put your hands on my leg muscles and know that I'll protect you from girls like that. This is your safe place. That's why you need me, right?"

Lydia stared at him with an arched eyebrow, aware of how erotic he found the situation.

"Can you feel the muscles in my strong legs baby?"

"Yes, Ms Lydia." She flexed her leg muscle and the size of it was immense. He was aware now that his nipples were hardening and his penis was becoming erect. The water slapped against his nipples in an erotic fashion. This feeling, with the public humiliation, the view of her large breasts being lapped by the water, the rock hard leg bouncing him all combined to create an intoxicating effect of submission and sex.

"I think this leg is stronger than your whole body. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, Ms Lydia" he said, his breathing heavy now.

"Any little boy would be lucky to ride my powerful thigh. So thank me."

"Thank you, Ms. Lydia."

"Thank me for growing so big and strong and making you into such a nice girl."

"Thank you, Ms. Lydia for being younger, stronger, and bigger than me. I love to be your little girl, Ms. Lydia. You teach me how to be a good girl."

"Thank me for protecting you from the other little girls who are stronger than you."

"Thank you, Ms. Lydia, for protecting me from the other little girls."

"I've revealed the real you, haven't I?"

"Yes, Ms. Lydia. The real me is a weak girl who wants to worship your muscular body and look up to you. You protect me from the world."

He could see now that Lydia's nipples were poking through her swimsuit. She was as turned on by this as he was. She bit her lip and whispered.

"It's so hot, Bobbie. You're so weak and small. My little pussy. Aren't you sweetie?"

"Yes, yes, I am."

"I wonder if you had a little slit of your own, if you would cum riding my leg? To feel my strength pressed against your slit. Would you cum little girl?"

"Yas... yas..." he muttered.

"Is your clitty feeling like it might cum." He was slack jawed and could barely speak. "Mmmm yes."

"Well hold that thought for now" she said and pulled her leg away. She pulled him into her so he was floating, like a child, next to her breast. He could feel the combination of her powerful arm wrapped around him, her soft yet firm breast next to his head, and her solid abs just under the water. She whispered into his ear: "Go into the lifeguard's private change room and take a shower. Don't lock the door. Wait for me."

She dragged him to the side of the pool and cupped his soft ass with one strong hand and said, "Go girl, get in the shower and wait" and squeezed his ass aggressively. She then lifted him right out of the pool, her biceps bulging as she placed him on the edge of the pool. He was being manhandled by her and it only added to the depth of his lust. As he landed on his feet he noticed Stacey holding on to the edge of the deep end, sneering at him. His heart quickened and he moved quickly to the lifeguard's change room.

He stepped into the private room and turned on the warm shower. He quickly pulled off the pink swimsuit and his small penis flopped out. He stepped under the water, enjoying the warm feeling and reveling in the memory of his erotic experience in the pool. He grasped his penis with his hand and thought about the power of Lydia's body, her muscular leg, her buoyant breasts... He was enjoying the warm shower and didn't hear the change room door open but he soon felt a presence behind him. He began to turn towards Lydia when an arm wrapped around his neck and another arm pulled his arms behind him. He saw the green watch on the arm and began to panic -- he struggled but it was no use: he was held in place.

The girl behind him whispered: "I told you to stay out of my way. Do I have to make you apologize again?"

His heart was thundering in his body and he was panicking, "I'm.. I'm sorry... I didn't know... I..."

"You really are a little sissy aren't you?"

The arms were powerful and strong and held him in place. "Get on your knees and say you're sorry to me, that you're a small sissy and you should respect your superiors."

"I'm.. I'm sorry. I'm a sissy" he said and, as the arms released him, he got on his knees and turned to face the young girl. He was surprised when he looked up to see it was, in fact, Lydia smiling down at him.

"Haha, oh duckling. I'm just teasing you." She pulled the watch off her arm with a smile, "I borrowed her watch to see if I could trick you." She looked down at his weak quaking body, "That was almost a little too easy. Were you really going to get on your knees in front of a young girl? Oh poor, weak duckling."

Looking up at her he felt a mixture of relief, anger, and erotic power. She had taken off her swimsuit and, standing before him she was an image of female power and strength. Her legs were absolutely massive, her abs, were rock solid, and her breasts stood proud.

"Why... why did you do that?" he said with a shaky voice.

"Oh don't be so sensitive, little pussy. It was just a joke. But while you're down there, I'd like you show my body some appreciation. Show me that you meant all those things you said." And with that she pulled his face to her rock solid thighs. "Lick."

He didn't need any further instruction and began worshipping her muscular legs with his tongue. Licking her powerful legs showed just how strong she was -- muscles were layered beneath the soft flesh and the mixture of female sensuality and masculine power were a turn on for him. He placed his hands on her thighs and was amazed at how strong and unyielding they were. His soft fingers and girlish hands looked tiny next to her power. His cock hardened to it's full 4" and was pressing against her calf. After a minute, she reached down and pushed his head to her engorged clit. He licked instinctively.

"Look up at me duckling" she whispered.

He looked up from between her thighs and could see the outline of her ab muscles and her firm tits hanging in front of him. The water was dripping down her body onto him; it was like he was basking in her spray.

He looked up into her face and she smiled down at him. "That's your place, little Bobbie. On your knees, servicing a superior woman. I'm going to make you my girl, Bobbie. I'm going to make you wear pink, silky, soft things and worship my power. Do you want that girl?"

He nodded at her, looking up with wide, doe eyes and asked, "Yes, Ms. Lydia. I want to be your girl. May I touch myself, Miss Lydia, while I worship you?"

"Not yet, duckling. I'll tell you when."

He obeyed despite his every instinct and instead focused on her clit. He could feel it hardening in his mouth and he sucked it like a small cock, wrapping his head around the tip and pulling it into his mouth. She moaned and shuddered: "You're so good at that. You're an expert pussy licker. You were born for it duckling."

In a few moments he could feel her pelvis shaking and he stuck his tongue into her pussy. She shook with an intense force and held his head to her pussy -- her spasms were intense and powerful and she rammed her clit against his face. He felt like she was going to bruise his lips with her strength; her orgasm was intense and long and he lapped up her cum from her pussy. After a few more shudders, she exhaled, and looked down at him.