"I'll do it. Where's the bag?"Lisa looked at him in astonishment. "You! You're kidding?"Alyssa looked at Lisa. "No, he knows how to do it. Come on, I'...l show you the bag."At three o'clock, Shahia called a stop. "Right, progress check." She sat down with the others and they checked their progress against the grand plan. Things were going well. In fact, so well that Shahia gave them a quarter of an hour beauty break. Lisa smiled, but Chris was stuck."Beauty break? What about me? What do I. As soon as Teddy pulls out, you need to get out of bed and report to your mother 'trainerbitch'. She has your training planned out for the next month or so. You are to do exactly as she says and not resist. The training will test you. You will be forced to do things that will repulse you and things that hurt you. But I want you to remember that this is the life you have chosen of your own free will. I will love you all the more if you make it through your training with a minimum of punishment.. But, for now, she was truly my Mistress. And at leastI was happy, if just for the night. * * *More months had passed. By now, I had completely ballooned out. When Ihad hit 200, I really began to notice the serious changes sweeping overme; my face had rounded out a bit, and I could see some flesh bunchingtogether in a sort of mini-double chin on the occasions that I actuallysmiled. And then there were my much larger breasts, still not reallysagging, but the. But, they danced with me.Sara had told me to accept liberties. I did. And, many liberties were taken. If was not the men's fault, really. In these clubs, men always as a girl to dance. They make a move on her, maybe just a hand in the small of her back holding her tightly. If they do not receive a discouraging sign... resistance or a comment... they make the next move. Then, the next. That's the way it's done. The women's responsibility is to send the stop signs. My blackmailer had told me not.