Chapter 3

From that time on, Carol's life changed forever. Rachel ordered Carol to redress in the spandex outfit and she put on a similar outfit. She took off the chains but left the rings in her nipples and clit. They put on running shoes and they both went out for an afternoon jog. The day was warm and sunny and soon Carol was drenched in sweat, while Rachel barely showed signs of exertion. After just fifteen minutes, Carol had to stop and bent over thinking she was going to puke. Her tits hurt from their jumping around even wearing one of Rachel's athletic bras. They were just too big to overcome gravity. Rachel looked down at the tired teen. "I don't think you will ever be a runner. I think we will have to come up with another way to get you in shape. I will have to keep to my running, but we will ask my mom what she thinks would be a good way to get you shaped up."

They slowly jogged back to the house. Megan Barker was waiting, sitting on the porch. She did not look happy to see the girls dogging their return journey. "You won't win any competitions running like that"

Rachel nodded and looked scared. "Mom, I was seeing what kind of shape Carol was in, and found out that she will need some other training method besides running. She has poor endurance and her tits start hurting after only a short run."

"I was afraid of that. She has a body like my sister and we know how she has to work out. We may have to use the same training method on this little one as I used on her."

Carol had not met Megan Barker's sister and was naturally curious about this training method they were talking about. "I haven't met your sister. How does she work out?"

"It's kind of difficult to explain without seeing it. It will be very awkward for you at first, but soon you will see the logic in using this training method on a body like yours. It's too late today for fitting you out for this type of training, so we will start tomorrow. Its a Saturday. We will expect you bright and early. Make it 8 o'clock. Rachel, have you completed her measurements? We will need them to work out the correct harness for her."

"Yes, mother. I think you will be impressed with her sizes. We kind of had to do some trimming already to get her in this outfit." Rachel grasped Carol's outfit and snapped the tight elastic cloths.

"Don't be mean, Rachel. You have been training for years. Carol has just started and if she is dedicated, we will make her a valuable asset to herself and her friends." Megan put her arm around Carol's shoulder and gave her a little hug. Megan Barker was an older version of Rachel. They both had sleek athletic builds. Megan was wearing a loose bathrobe and as they walked into the house, Carol noticed something shiny on Megan's tit. She thought, 'Like mother, like daughter.' She wondered how close a family this was.

"You can keep this outfit if you want to wear it home, or you can change back into your school cloths. Rachel, I will expect you and I to put in some extra miles after dinner, since you barely worked out this afternoon." Letting go of their hug. "Now, Carol if you will excuse me, I have to see if my sister has got dinner on the way."

Megan walked down the hall and left the too alone.

"Do you want to change or wear that. You sure look a lot better in this than your baggy dress."

Carol agreed and went with Rachel to get her old cloths. As soon as they entered Rachel's room, Rachel began to strip off her outfit. "Would you help me with my chains again Carol?"

"Sure" Taking the chain that Rachel clipped to her clit ring, Carol held it up while Rachel put on her nipple chain. "I kind of noticed that your mom has something attached to her tit too. Her robe was loose and I couldn't help noticing when she hugged me."

"Yes, Mom is into body piercing and she has some stunning jewelry she wears. I am sure you will see it soon. Mom doesn't wear cloths that much around the house either. You could call us nudist. But when you got it, flaunt it."

"I guess. I hope someday to be as open with my body as you guys are. But I have a ways to go first."

"You've got a great body." Rachel brought her hands up and was gently caressing the outlines of Carol's boobs. "I love your tits. I'm kind of jealous in fact. I think I need to see your tits one more time before you go home. I can't get over their size." Rachel was already pulling the shoulder straps down off Carol's outfit, not giving her a chance to resist. It was like Rachel felt she had complete control of her body, now that she had agreed to let her train her.