Learning Curves Part 1 (Images)

Kara was younger than me by two and a half years and had always been something of the younger girl next door or kid sister. She was a little bit of a tomboy and but was noticeable because of her forceful personality and her shock of messy red hair. We were neighbors and despite the age difference between us, we ended up talking quite a lot. I was a little bit bookish and shy whereas she was outgoing and curious about the world so when we were growing up, she would always want to hang out with me, ask about the things I was doing, and generally tag along. At times it might’ve been a little bit annoying but mostly I didn’t mind. When I would sit in the backyard and read, one of my favorite hobbies, Kara would always ask about the book I was reading and ask for a summary of the plot, ask why I liked it, ask which character was my favorite, and so on. I was a bit of a loner and didn’t have tons of friends – so I kind of liked the attention she gave me.

I got used to having Kara around but as she got older I saw less and less of her. When she became a teenager she started hanging out with a group of friends and didn’t have as much interest in me and the things I was doing. I’d see her from time to time but our conversations turned into short “hi” and “bye” as I gradually lost track of her.

The year after high school I felt a little bit directionless. I was working a dead end job at a grocery store and hadn’t decided on any path after high school. I saw Kara once when she was shopping with her Mom and was surprised at how much she was growing up. She was still 16 but was getting taller and becoming more and more of an adult. I didn’t see much of her then – just a glimpse – but she looked like she was becoming a young woman.

A year passed and then another and I was just kind of sleepwalking through life. I played video games, read books, and watched movies but not much else. It’s not that I didn’t want to do anything different, I just didn’t know what that would be. Time seemed to pass in a bit of a blur and it wasn’t long before I was nearly 20, was more than two and a half years out of high school, and was facing down another year working at the grocery store.

It was that summer, two years after finishing high school, that I saw Kara again for the first time in ages. I’d heard that she had spent the summer working a job tree planting and I knew she was due to be back for a week at the end of the summer before going off to university herself. It was late in the summer and I had the day off so I planned to go out back and read. I was about to sit down in the lawn chair when I heard the sound of someone next door, grappling with wood, picking it up and carrying it. I turned to my neighbor’s backyard to see who it was.

As I looked over the fence, I saw a large presence: it was unmistakably Kara but the difference between her now and how she used to be was incredible. Gone was the scrawny girl next door or even the slim teenager from a few years back and instead was a tall, almost amazonian young woman. She was turned away from me, standing in red shorts and a tank top and I could see, over the fence, that she had grown a lot since the beginning of the year.

Her body looked thick and strong, still feminine but with a wide back, tapering down to a thin waist. She was walking away from me and I could see the muscles in her back moving as she strode across the backyard with the pile of wood in her arms. Her black tank top must have been old because the thin straps were straining against the size of her back and the roundness of her shoulders. Her neck was feminine yet long and had veins indicating her strength and as my eyes moved down I saw her legs which were thick and sturdy. Her messy hair had been replaced by long, attractive mane of bright red. I could also tell, from my vantage, that she was taller than me by at least 4 or 5 inches.

I had always been attracted to sexy muscular women – I had gone on sites like Diana The Valkyrie and fantasized over what it would be like to be with a strong, attractive woman. Now there was a woman like that living next door!

I think I was lost in my thoughts a little and I must have audibly gasped as I took in her image  because she turned around and looked at me. Her skin was a deep, warm tan from the hours under the sun, and she had the kind of glow that comes from hard work outdoors. Her green eyes sparkled with an energy I hadn’t seen in them before. It took a second for her to realize it was me and then she smiled. Our eyes met and she asked, “Mike, is that you?” she called out, her voice a little deeper than I remembered. “Great to see you! How are you?”

I was silent for a second, staring at her. I saw the taut muscles in her forearms bulging as she held the large pile of wood. She stood there comfortably, casually holding more weight than I could have ever managed. Finally, I spoke, “Hey, Kara. How are you? I’m good.”

She smiled even wider, “I’m great, Mike. Are you free? Wanna come over for a sec?”

“Sure,” I said, and I walked around our fence and entered her backyard.

Her muscular body was even more impressive up close. As I walked up to her I could see her piling the logs next to the fire pit and with each one her triceps and biceps popped. Her biceps were taut and wiry – she looked amazingly strong. Her muscles didn’t burst from her arms – they just looked tight and thick. The muscles in her legs were even more impressive: my eyes lingered over her thick thighs bursting with strength.

I came up to her and she turned to me and smiled, standing upright. I couldn’t believe how tall she was. I only came up to her chin – she had to be 6’1 or 6’2. I felt absolutely cowed in her presence and turned on by my proximity to this young goddess. She smiled and said “Great to see you!” as she threw her arms around me in a hug that was surprisingly strong, and I felt a pang of nostalgia for the days when she had looked up to me, both literally and figuratively. I felt the power in her embrace and was positively crushed against her strong body. My face was pulled into her shoulder and her breasts pressed against my upper body – they were not huge but firm and I felt them as she pulled me into her embrace.

Standing in front of her, she smiled down on me with genuine affection. I couldn’t help but feel a mix of happiness in seeing her, arousal in her transformation, and a strange desire to feel the difference between us. This younger girl stood a full head taller than me and was clearly stronger than me in every way. She exuded power and strength and I was somewhat in awe of her presence. From out of nowhere I’d been confronted with this young goddess but her transformation was more than just physical; there was a maturity and grace about her that hadn’t been there before. Even her voice was deeper and more authoritative than I remembered. The awkwardness of her teenage years had been replaced by a poise and confidence that made her seem years beyond her age.

We stood there and chatted for a while and she told me all about her experience tree planting, the friends she made, and how much it had helped her mature and learn about herself. The contrast between her maturity and my stuntedness really struck home: she had a new wisdom and understanding of the world that I was taking in. I found myself captivated by her, not just by her newfound beauty, but by the strength and resilience she exuded. Her hands were calloused, and there was a sense of purpose in her every movement that was incredibly alluring. Her strength, her height, her intelligence: I felt like a small flower taking in the sun’s radiance.

At some point I stammered about how shocked I was that she had grown so much. “Your muscles… it’s pretty impressive.” She smiled at me, “Well, tree planting will do that. Also, there were a couple of assholes up there who thought they would go up there and boss the women around and fuck anything that moved.” She flexed her arm, showing a bicep the size of a grapefruit, and said, “I showed them pretty fast that I wasn’t going to put up with that.”

I must have stared at the bicep a little too long and I definitely felt myself getting turned on by this display of raw, female power. To break the awkward silence she asked what I was up to but I was a little embarrassed but didn’t have much to say. She nodded and demonstrated understanding. “You know, sometimes people just need the right push to get to where they belong, to figure out who they are” she said with a smile.

As she spoke, I kept thinking about the way the muscles in her arms flexed and her broad shoulders squared. I don’t know if it was the power of her presence or just that what she saying was true, but I found myself agreeing with her.

“You know, Mike. The school I’m going to still accepts applications. Your grades were good and you could probably get into a program.”

I thought about it and replied, “Well, I think it’s too late for this year. Besides, where would I live?”

She put a consoling hand on my shoulder and I was struck by the size of it. Her palm covered my shoulder completely and I could feel the strength in her hand even as she touched me gently.

“It’s never too late, Mike! That’s just your negative ideation – you have to fight against that! Is university something you’ve wanted to do?”

“Well, sure. I just never quite decided to actually do it.”

“Why not now? You could go this year.” I could hear the enthusiasm building in her voice: “You could actually live with me if you wanted. I have a two bedroom apartment and haven’t found a roommate yet.”

I was taken aback by her proposal. We had always been friendly, but the idea of living together was something entirely new although I was surprised at how naturally we’d reconnected. On the one hand, I’d be roommates with this young goddess, on the other hand…  I felt a mix of excitement and fear bubbling up inside me. Could I handle living with her?

"I know it’s a big deal, and I totally understand if you don’t want to," she added quickly, noticing my hesitation. "But I think it would be amazing. We could support each other, keep each other company, and maybe even learn a thing or two from each other. It’d be fun!"

Her eyes searched mine for a reaction, and I knew she was sincere. Despite the intimidation, I couldn’t deny the thrill of the idea. To be around someone so vibrant and full of life on a daily basis was tempting. Plus, the thought of sharing living spaces with someone so hot was not entirely unwelcome.

I took an incredible leap that surprised even me: "Okay," I said finally, my voice a little shakier than I’d liked. "Let’s do it."

Kara’s smile was like the sun coming out from behind a cloud. She threw her arms around me again, her embrace enveloping and powerful. "That’s so great, Mike! You’re going to love university! Oh I can’t wait. This is the first day in the rest of your life.”

As we pulled apart, I felt a new kind of connection between us, something deeper than friendship. I wasn’t quite sure what it was, but I knew it was significant.

The rest of the summer passed in a blur of planning and preparation. I applied for, and got into, a general Arts program. Through it all, I couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed by the prospect of living with Kara. She was so self-assured, so driven and in a matter of weeks she’d helped me get my life back on track.

But every time I expressed my doubts, she’d just laugh and reassure me. "You’re perfect just the way you are, Alex," she’d say. "And I know you’ll do great in school. We’ll be a team."

As the summer drew to a close, we packed up her things and loaded them into her parent’s car. The day of our move-in was bittersweet, filled with excitement for the future and nostalgia for the past. But as we stood in the doorway of our new apartment, keys in hand, I knew that this was the start of a new chapter in our lives.

Things started well and she high fived me on the first day of class. I went off in my jeans and a t-shirt and she came out of her bedroom in a tennis skirt that showed off her powerful legs. It was kind of incredible living with this young amazon and I got used to seeing her powerful body moving around the apartment.

I went to class on my first day, took notes, listened to the lecture, and things were going well… for a while. After about a week I skipped one class, then another, then another. Kara noticed but wasn’t as home as much as me: she was in all of her classes, going to the gym, and participating in clubs.

One day in the first month of class I woke up late and decided, instead of going to class, that I would just stay home and play video games. I lost track of time and the next thing I knew, Kara had come home. She came to my room and looked at me with a mixed look of frustration and anger. Standing there in her yoga pants and workout top, she looked fit and attractive but also frustrated.

“Are you just going to sit here playing games all day?”

I stared up at her, blinked and began to speak before she burst into my room.

“Enough!” she shouted and literally picked up my computer and took it off my desk.

“Hey! That’s mine.” I stood up and moved towards her but she had already walked out of the room with my laptop in her hands.

She walked into the hall and I put a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and I suddenly felt aware, in the confines of the hallway, just how much taller she was than me. She was wearing boots with a slight heel and I didn’t even come up to her chin.

“No more computer! You can’t handle it so I’m taking it away.” She said with a hint of fury in her eyes.

“Taking it away!? You can’t! That’s mine. Give it back to me.” I replied.

“No. You’re addicted to these games. I’m taking it and that’s final.”

“Kara, you can’t just take it.”

She inched closer to me so that her breasts were almost in my face and looked down, “Can’t I?” Her body was so immense and powerful: I felt tiny in her presence. Somewhere inside this powerful and impressive woman was the young girl who had followed me around seeking my approval but now the roles were totally reversed. I was small, weak, and, if I was honest, afraid. I felt immediately intimidated and aroused as I looked up at her.

We were silent for a beat and then I craned my neck to look up at her. “Please, Kara.”

There was something weak and pleading in my voice that, I know, spoke to both of us that moment. The pattern had been established. She took my possession, I asked her for it back and she refused. I swear I saw her smirk ever so slightly when I asked.

She exhaled. “No, Mike. This is for your own good.” She stepped back a foot. “I see how you’re letting this opportunity slip away and I won’t let you do it. You need to focus on your work and not play these games. Until you can show me that you have some discipline, I’m keeping this computer.”

I tried to protest but she simply turned on her heel and walked to her room where she put the laptop on her desk. She then came back into the hallway, “From now on your computer and TV time is restricted. You have to ask me if you want to use those things. Otherwise, focus on your studies.” With that she went into her room and shut the door.

I was astounded. On the one hand, she had just taken something that belongs to me and she had no right. On the other hand, she was right. I knew she was right. I was wasting my time and I did need to stop playing games and get serious about school.

I also thought about the dynamic that had been established in the hallway. I felt like a kid being disciplined by a parent or older sibling – her height, her strength, her alpha presence were all intoxicating and arousing. This younger girl was commanding me in how to behave and what to do and there was a deep part of my psyche that wanted to obey her. So I did.

I sat down at my desk and pulled out my work from the previous class and began to do the readings. Time flew by and before I knew it I was completing the readings and my work – it felt great to actually get this work done. I decided to treat myself with a snack so went to the kitchen where I found Kara.

She looked at me with a gentle smile: “Look, I’m sorry about what happened earlier. I just…” she paused, “I just don’t want you to blow this chance.”

I thought for a second before replying, “No, you’re right. I was wasting my time and actually it kinda felt good to just do my work.”

She looked up at me and her smile widened, “I’m so glad to hear that. You know, I really just want what’s best for you, for you to succeed. Sometimes, we just need help getting out of old patterns.”

“I know, Kara. You’re totally right.”

“That’s what I like to hear! Now, tell me about your day.”

We sat down at the table together and chatted about how the day had went and eventually we talked about what had happened. She put her hand over mine, “Mike, I don’t want to be in a fight, it’s just – I really want you to succeed, to not get distracted.”

“I agree Kara. I want to succeed too.”

She smiled again and squeezed my hand gently, “I can help you. We can figure out a plan that will ensure you succeed.”

The transformation that happened when Kara took my computer away was incredible. Suddenly, I had no desire to play games for hours, look at porn online, or generally waste time. Instead, I felt myself inclined to study, go to class, and be a good student. Everything was going so well until things changed later that week.

It was Thursday night and I was cleaning up the kitchen when Kara called to me from her room, asking, “Mike, what’s this?”

I went to her room and saw that she had my computer open and she was looking at my web browser – I hadn’t had a chance to close it before she took the computer and it was showing a porn website that I was looking at. The heading said “Dominate Local Girls” and the image matched the headline.

“That’s private!” I shouted and reached for the computer.

She grabbed my hand and pushed me aside before looking at me coolly, “This is pretty disturbing, Mike.”

I averted my eyes and looked down at the floor, “It’s just…”

“It’s just, what? … This is pretty misogynist. Is this how you think women should be treated? Dominated? You’re like the guys I had to deal with while tree planting?”

I looked at her, “No, no… I just… I just clicked it. I don’t know. That’s not what I like?”

“If it’s not what you like, then why is it on your computer?”

“It just… it popped up. That’s not who I am.”

She looked at me sternly and said, “I was about to return your computer for the evening as a reward for your good work but now…” she looked back at the screen and then back at me. I saw her face change as a thought crossed her mind.

She stood up and crossed her arms over her chest -- she looked intimidating, towering over me. Her legs were thick and tanned and the muscles in her forearms expanded as she looked down at me.

She inhaled, sizing me up, and then spoke: “Is that what you’d like to do, Mike? Dominate girls? Dominate me?”

“No! I promise.” I looked up at her pleadingly. “I’m the opposite, I—” I stopped as I realized what I was saying.

She raised her eyebrows. “The opposite? How?” she asked.

“I… I just mean….” I stammered. “This isn’t me.” I gestured towards the screen.

“So you don’t want to dominate women?”

“No, and really Kara… this isn’t your business.”

“Yes it is Mike. You’re living with me. I want to understand who I’m living with” she said forcefully.

She paused for a moment and then continued. “OK, if this isn’t you, then let me see what you really like.” She sat at the computer and opened up my history. I was panicking.

“Please, Kara, don’t.”

She held a hand up to stop me. “Stop, or I’ll get really angry.”

The websites came up in rapid succession. TheValkyrie, Fictionmania, Literotica, … all the stories I’d read of powerful women taking control of weak, submissive men. Images of tall women with muscles, images of women holding weak men in their arms, images of gender reversal. All my private fantasies laid bare before her.

She browsed through them and then looked up at me, “So… this is what you like?”

I was red in the face and embarrassed. I could barely speak. “Please… Kara… don’t tell anyone.”

She looked at me and smiled. “Mike… it’s OK. This is… different… but it’s fine. In a way, it’s good.”

“G—good?”

“Yes. I was worried you were some kind of complete asshole, a small man with fantasies of dominating and being violent towards women. Controlling us. Telling us what to do.” She stood up, so much taller than me once again. “It turns out you’re a small man who wants to be dominated, who loves the feeling of being small next to a powerful woman.” She smiled.

“I can understand, Mike. You’ve lived in the shadow of women your whole life. I remember seeing you a few years ago and being amazed at how small you were, how weak you looked.”

I looked up at her and my heart was racing with arousal. She assessed me again before continuing.

“Sometimes I forget that you’re older than me. I feel like I have to keep giving you direction, helping you fulfill your potential. You just seem so… lost without me. I guess it’s understandable that you’d feel attracted to aggressive women. In a sense, it’s right – you’ve been smaller than me, and most other women, for so long.”

She pulled the sleeves of her shirt up revealing her thick, powerful arms and proceeded to flex her muscles in front of me. I looked at the powerful biceps that popped from her arms above my head. Her muscles were incredible and powerful. I felt so turned on.

“How does that make you feel, Michael?”

“Good,” I said weakly as I panted with desire… “Small.”

She smiled and said, “Yes, they’re the same thing for you, aren’t they: feeling good and small … Go ahead, feel them.”

I reached up and placed my hands on her arms. Her muscles were incredible. I was getting erect standing there.

“See the difference between us Michael? You’re small and weak, I’m big and strong. It’s not just genetics, sweetie – it’s that I’ve pushed for everything I have while you’ve passively waited for someone to push you. No one would believe that you’re two years older than me. Anyone would guess that you’re my younger brother. You’re here at this school because I’m making you go. You clearly need someone like me to be in charge, to keep you in line. Don’t you, Michael?”

“Y--- yes…” I said softly. My cock was hard with arousal and head was swimming with desire, lust and a slight feeling of humiliation.

She smiled and me and rolled her sleeve back down. “That’s good, Michael. I want you to understand that you shouldn’t feel embarrassed about any of this: you find tall, dominant, muscular women attractive. That isn’t surprising given your stature and your temperament: you’re obedient and pliant. That’s a good thing. Your sexuality is your business and I don’t think you should be ashamed. If anything, you should enjoy it – live your truth!”

I was still red in the face from the mix of humiliation and arousal but manage to stammer out “Th-thanks, Kara.”

She laughed and said, “To be honest, I’m also just glad that I’m not living with some closet chauvinist. Now, I need to get back to work. You can clean the kitchen tonight, OK?” She paused, “Or do you need me to ‘make’ you clean it?”

My heart skipped a beat – I couldn’t tell if she was joking or being serious. “No, no. Kara. I’ll do it.”

“Good boy” she said with a wink.

“But, do I still get my computer back?”

“No, Michael. I want to read more about your fantasies. Now get to it – I want the kitchen sparkling clean.”

I turned away from her and walked into the kitchen, completely blown away by what had just happened. All of my secret desires had just been exposed by this girl who I was living with, this girl who was the embodiment of my deepest fantasies. I was humiliated, aroused, scared, and wondering what might happen next. I didn’t have to wait long to find out.

Kara came into the kitchen after about half an hour, walking towards me with a slight smile.

“Wow, Michael, you’ve done a great job,” she said as she ran her finger along the clean counter. I had scrubbed the kitchen top to bottom. “Thank you so much”

I looked up at her, “You’re welcome.”

“See, I knew you could be great at this. You just need someone to push you in the right direction.”

She came closer to me so that I could feel the heat emanating from her body.

“I was reading some of the stories that you read and I can see that you like to be pushed. That you want someone to push you around a little.”

“Kara, those are just fantasies.”

“Well there’s a little truth behind every fantasy, Michael. Besides, I get it. It makes sense to me. In a way, I kind of have similar feelings.”

“You do?”

“Well, not the exact same, but they kind of match up. I think what infuriated me about seeing the ‘dominate girls’ thing was that, that’s kind of how I feel. I’ve been the little girl that people want to control and dominate. I’ve lived my whole life hearing how men talk about women, as someone to be controlled, to be conquered. I never want to be weak and soft like that. I want to be the one in control.” She looked directly at me, waiting for me to respond. I stayed silent.

“Maybe, we have more in common then we realize. Maybe my desire to dominate, and your desire to be dominated, could make a good pair. That our interests match. Maybe what we’re discovering is that you need me more than you knew.”

My heart was racing… where was she going with this?

“Face it, Michael. You wouldn’t be in school if it weren’t for me and you wouldn’t be doing well in your classes if it weren’t for me. You need a firm hand to guide you.” She placed her finger under my chin and raised it to look at her.

“There’s new research today that suggests men are falling behind women in a number of ways. Women are getting taller while men have plateaued, women are earning more, women are getting degrees in a higher rate, women are going to the gym more, getting stronger. Some researchers see the recent slide in men’s ability to participate and perform in the world – their general failure across a number of markers – as a kind of recognition of their new subordinate status. They see women beating them and so they refuse to compete.”

I was silent and was lost in the power of her words.

“I saw it with the guys I worked with this summer. Once they saw that I could beat them, that I was the alpha, they wanted my approval, they fell in line. It was like they gave up their masculine ways to become much sweeter versions of themselves. Maybe that’s what’s been happening to you. Maybe your best path to success is to lean into your desire to be dominated. To have a powerful woman like me help you realize your success. Do you want to find out?”

I was breathless and said, softly, “Yes.”

She smiled. “Good. Then come with me.”

We walked into her room together and laid out on the bed were 8 pairs of pink panties. She had read the feminization stories in my history. She held a pair out to me:

“Go ahead, Michael. Put them on.”

“But… I don’t know…”

“This is important, Michael. It’s a symbol. A symbol of your acceptance of me as being in control, a rejection of the masculinity that has failed you, a rejection of the toxicity of masculinity and an acceptance of yourself as a new, willingly weaker self, living under my guidance.”

She continued, “Remember how my muscles make you feel? Small and good? Think of how small, how weak, how good this will make you feel.”

I looked at her, her strength, her power, her confidence. I knew she was right.

 “I want you to try this. Enough repression, enough hiding. Try just being a little bit weaker, a little bit more submissive in the household. Let’s see how this helps you be your true self.”

There was part of me that wanted to resist, to refuse, to hold on to my male self. And there was another part of me that wanted to thank her, to accept, to become what she wanted.

“It’s an experiment for both of us Michael. You be weaker and I’ll be more in charge. I’ll help you make decisions, guide you, and try to ensure you don’t go back to your old ways. You’ll help me, support me, play the role of a supportive girl, thank me for taking care of you.”

My chest was heaving. This was a fantasy come to life and I wasn’t sure if I really wanted it but my body knew what it wanted.

She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “What do you say, Michelle?”

“Yes…” I whispered back.