Fran & Jemma Ch. 02

Chapter 2 - Showtime

"Hey you two! Our adult dancing class has been waiting on this demonstration for over ten minutes!" Lynn yelled out. She made her way to Jemma & I and smirked despite becoming impatient with our performance for the class.

"I know this is sexy and it looks like fun, but we've got 20 middle aged women growing impatient. They pay us $300 dollars a month for membership, and we need to deliver a show!" Lynn exclaimed hastily.

Lynn, calm down... I needed to explain how we are to perform these shows to Jemma! Her role is now clear, and we are ready to step through the curtain!" I yelled back, slightly annoyed by my longtime partner as she knows it's not an easy role for most women to accept, especially performing in front of an audience as the masculine lifter for a much prettier, lighter, thinner, and more flexible man.

"Jemma, are you solid within this role?" Lynn asked, trying to be polite as if she really cares for the big fat ugly girls' feelings more than the revenue this new duo will likely bring in the coming weeks and months.

"Yes ma'am. I'm okay with it. I'll be the big, strong, sturdy and reliable servant... I shall toil away, and I will never allow Fran to even lift a finger. I was made and built for the heavy toiling and hard physical labor whilst Fran, who is very pretty, much thinner, far more delicate than I and flexible like a slender woman will be the princess and shall be treated as such! I, the ugly yet muscled beast shall toil away and obey Fran's orders as Fran is the pretty, spoiled princess that all the women must truly envy..." Jemma recited the mantra like a pro and Lynn looked stunned.

"What? Fran has got you ready to commit to this already?" Lynn looked up and slyly smiled as she stared me down. "Let's give them a show they'll not forget!" Lynn yelped excitedly as she hurried down the steps and went back into the audience.

"Okay, I'm still a little scared but I'm ready to fucking do this, Fran!" Jemma gleefully blurted out proudly.

"I'll be with you every step of the way, Jemma! Now I need you to show off your muscled physique whilst I show off my slender, lightweight and flexible body... so let's start with a cradle carry and march about the stage quickly and handily so the women can see your strength!"

"Yes sir!" Jemma easily switched her hold on me and within five seconds I was sprawled out across her giant, muscled arms with my legs dangling carelessly through the open air about 6 feet from the ground.

Jemma then swiftly carried me in her beefy arms as I dangled my legs with excitement and anticipation. The class was fully packed. All the usual women and quite a few men as well. These men were mostly of the tall and well-muscled type. There were about 50+ people seated in front of us. Many men and some of the women were of the weightlifting crowd that typically doesn't visit us here on this side of the gym for an adult-themed ballet class. I assumed that Jemma knew most of them.

"Here they are! It's the powerful and alluring 'Jemma the Rock' lifting and carrying her stunningly beautiful partner, the always 'Delicate & Delicious Fran' using her well-muscled, big & beefy arms!" Lynn announced as Jemma's heavy body made its way toward center stage.

**Loud Applause from Crowd **

"It's fun, isn't it?" I said as I lazily rested my thin frame over her strapping and energetic arms, comfortably loafing and totally unconcerned with her task of enduring this physically demanding task she was to perform. I was sensually pleased by the strange sensation of her massive muscles twitching and bulging. Her physical prowess was so erotic, and I felt this wonderfully warm and cozy sensation rush through me as the crowd clapped lauder with applause.

"You're so light I could carry you for hours!" Jemma blurted out as she stomped her heavy feet up the side stairs and then through the stage curtain, stepping onto the stage.

"This is the first of our brand-new adult-themed ballet class and It's going to be a thriller for sure! Lessons include live demonstrations and an adult-themed show. Weekly, monthly, and yearly membership packages are available for singles and couples! Heavy lifters that perform in shows or demonstrations in class will be tutored free of charge! Please inquire with 'yours truly' Ms. Lynn Pratt, or with our superstar the stunningly beautiful & flexible Mr. Fran Quinn after the show or drop by our corner office to sign up!" Lynn announced over the microphone as Jemma's big beefy body stood tall and imposing from above on center stage, flexing her biceps as I playfully wiggled my legs and toes and waived to the large crowd of gawking onlookers.

"And with that said, let's start the show!" Lynn exclaimed as she made her way onto the stage to help narrate the performance.

Loud applause and whistling came from the crowd below as Lynn, the 5' 8" 107 lbs. pretty, little blondie stood next to the 6' 4" and 260 lbs. muscular giant, giving the audience a sense of contrast.

Lynn stared up and gawked openly at the heavy, strong-armed woman. "She's got the perfect body for heavy lifting, doesn't she Fran?"

"She's wonderful! Watch this, Lynn!"

I guided her hands with mine to make her lift my upper body using her left hand and she caught on quickly as she firmly lifted and steadied my weight as I leaned my weight upon her large, sturdy palm behind my upper back.

"Mmmm... you're sooo light, Fran... this is just too easy..." Jemma joked, and the crowd responded with light giggles.

"Well... I am a ballet dancer, you know... To become a liftee dancer one's body must be extremely flexible and thin!" I exclaimed proudly.

"He's an exquisitely beautiful man!" Lynn blurted out into the microphone. "Fran's long, thin frame makes him the perfect liftee partner for the burly, hulking Jemma! She knows how to treat Fran like a stunningly attractive, yet delicate flower!"

... Jemma, shift my body around so that my tiny little bubble-shaped butt sits perfectly within your big, sturdy hands and hold me tightly and upright!" I ordered to the heavy-built, strong girl.

"Yes Sir, Fran!" She eagerly shouted out.

Some audience member chuckled from her obedient response, but her gleaming smile never faded, and she remained full of excitement and positive energy.

Jemma shifted my body slowly, with a gentle grace and her giant, fat palms and her thick, durable fingers wrapped around my little butt. I sat upright as I comfortably swung my feet several feet above the ground, playfully enjoying the thrill of her physical power. Her giant hands completely encompassed the entirety of my little butt.

Lynn grasped Jemma's arms and directed her to stretch them outwards to showcase her incredible strength to the audience.

"Wow! My goodness gurl! You strong!" Lynn yelped as she stood in amazement of the hulking giant.

"Fran is sooo light... It's too easy with him..." Jemma exclaimed. "I could carry him around forever!" She giggled as she stood tall with her slabs of powerful and sexy muscles bulged and twitched.

"Look at her! The big and beefy body of a statuesque female muscle Goddess!" Lynn exclaimed joyfully as her blue eyes fixated upon Jemma's strength and endurance with a sneaky curiosity.

Jemma lifted me higher and fully extended her arms out, fully showcasing her strength to the audience. Lynn directed Jemma to position my body to be turned 180 degrees away from Jemma and facing the crowd below. I waived lazily to the crowd and stretched my thin arms upwards with delight as the brawny beast slowly lifted me higher and higher until I was lifted well above the giant strong girl's head, exposing my sexually stimulated and fully erect penis bulging out from my skin-tight black yoga pants.

"How does this feel, Fran? It looks amazing to me!" Lynn asked slyly from the ground.

"It's the most wonderful feeling in the world to be comfortably fitted and gripped by these powerful, working hands!"

"Lift Fran up a bit higher, Jemma, you got this!" Otis, a big, well-muscled black man blurted out from the back. "He's only 120 lbs.!"

I gently tapped her toughened skin from the bottom of her thick, sturdy hands with my soft, manicured fingertips to encourage her to bring me as high above her head as she could stretch, but instead of her going slowly she effortlessly shot me straight upwards, causing me to almost lose my balance due to the sudden increase in speed.

"Whoa... I wasn't expecting that!" I yelled with slight anger, although the feeling of being this light was exhilarating at the same time.

"Slow it down, Jemma! You're supposed to lift him extremely slow!" Lynn scolded her. "He could fall and get hurt!"

"Sorry, I was just excited to prove my strength and have Fran feel weightless..." She uttered in a soft tone.

"It did feel really good, Jemma, but I need to be aware... I could break a bone if I fell from this high off the ground." I explained, rubbing her sturdy hands to show her I am pleased with her strength and abilities and that she was turning me on. "You're making me horny like I've never felt before..." I whispered softly to Jemma so that only she could hear it.

**Crowd cheers as I sat within Jemma's two hands safely as she lifted and held me gracefully using the incredible strength derived from her sturdily built muscular physique.

Jemma continued to hold me directly above her head without any sign of fatigue creeping in. Faces from the audience gazed upon me as I fully stretched my slender legs outwards.

"Careful Fran!" Lynn shirked with worry. "Your slender bones are flexible but not strong enough to sustain a fall from that height without breaking!"

"I'll catch him if he falls, Ms. Lynn!" Jemma stated confidently.

"You better!" Lynn exclaimed with sass.

"She's got me, Lynn! I've never felt such strength and power from anyone before, even Michael."

My legs were wavering as the strain of extending them outwards and holding them together began tire me.

"You're fatiguing, Fran! Have her bring you down." Lynn suggested.

"No, don't lower me down yet, Jemma!... Take my legs with your left hand and hold them up for me... I'm not strong enough to hold them in this position any longer and I'm not enjoying the physical strain it's causing me." I admitted. I was not built for toil but for opulence!" I yelled out.

A few people in the audience giggled as I openly displayed my spoiled, indulgent nature as a pampered princess.

"Yes Sir!" Jemma blurted out immediately as if she was anticipating my move to 'allow' her the honor of bearing all and every possible physical burden or discomfort for me.

My tiny butt fit nicely within Jemma's right hand, holding me easily with just one hand under my butt. I felt snug and secure, realizing her giant hand was large enough to safely hold and tightly grip around butt without the assistance of the other.

**Cheers roared from the audience as Jemma lifted me overhead using just one of her big, burly hands. She then took her left hand and was able to grip both of my legs securely as her fat, durable and mighty fingers wrapped my thin, delicate legs underneath my legs, holding them up and outwards for me as the strain was becoming too much for me to do it myself for another moment.

"Whoa... This is a new one... I've never seen such a strong woman as this well-muscled beast before me!" Lynn announced sarcastically with a mean tone meant to embarrass Jemma. "Look at those big, manly legs..." Lynn said as she walked over and lightly grazed her thin, girly hands and long, French-manicured nails against Jemma's thick heavy flesh. "... They are as wide as the trunk of a tall oak tree! And her thick, fatty flesh is a deceptive mixture of fatty skin tissue with enormous chunks of heavy muscles just underneath..." Lynn's feminine fingers touched up between Jemma's legs and she gently rubbed Jemma's clit.

Jemma left out an animalistic groan of pleasure as Lynn worked her clit with her pretty little soft hands. "Mmmm... Lynn... please don't do that... I'm really wet now, and I need to get off!" Jemma grunted with embarrassment. Her face turned red, and she shyly turned her head down towards the floor to better concentrate on her lifts.

"Ohhh... Uhhh..." The audience members gasped at the sight of Lynn punishing Jemma on stage. I saw some touching themselves as they starred at the three of us.

"It's just a part of the show... It's adult themed and she's just pushing the envelope a bit... I think you should tell her she's jealous of you because she knows how voluptuous and erotic you're making me." I whispered softly to Jemma.

Jemma's body vibrated a bit, not enough for me to worry but I could see she was super wet and couldn't hold her desires in for much longer before giving way to the intensely powerful and mind-blowing orgasm that was bound to erupt from her clit sooner or later.

Jemma lowered me down from the overhead lift and gently held me in her big, bulky arms and held me against her large bosom. She tightly gripped onto my slender frame and lightly pressed my body against her giant boobs, causing me to groan as bounced myself up and down, causing my tiny butt to grind against her hard-toiling, sturdy hands. I felt her muscled flesh twitching and convulsing rapidly.

"Mmmm... I like this..." I groaned aloud, not caring about the 50 plus audience members watching our every move.

"Let me kiss you... You're sooo pretty... like a hot little blondie baddy..." She admitted with a smile. I touched her lips with my soft, freshly manicured fingers and she slurped them with her mouth. "Ohhh... you have such pretty nails... Mmmm... French manicured,... sooo yummy..." She squealed and ravished my soft pale fingers with her tongue.

"Not too hard, I don't want to break a nail, Jemma!" I scolded her with a playful light slap to her heavy, fat face.

"Mmmmm... I like that..." She squealed.

"Slap!"

"Mmmmm... it's sooo hottt... you're not strong enough to actually hurt me, dear... but I love you're sassy attitude... he he..." She whispered and softly, gently kissed my on my ear before working down my neck.

"Hey you! Lift me up right now, Jemma!" Lynn demanded.

"I'll carry you..." Otis remarked, making his way up on the stage.

Otis was 6' 7" tall and weighed over 300 lbs. His skin was a very dark shade of black, and with his shirt off his muscle bulged and glistened off the overhead lighting. He was ripped and looked as if he was into competitive body building.

"Yes, put me in your arms like she holds Fran! I'm jealous!" Lynn cried as the massive black man easily swept the 107 lbs. Lynn off her feet and into the air, holding her exactly like Jemma has been holding me.

"Weeeeee..." Lynn cooed as the strong black stud carried her with ease. "Fun! I love it!"

"Are you jealous of Otis for being with Lynn?" Jemma asked quietly with a hushed voice. She was so polite.

"No, she won't even kiss him on the lips. She doesn't like big ugly black guys, she likes the pretty little white guys instead..." I said softly in Jemma's ear.

We both giggled and she hugged me tight against her chest.

"Owww... Uhhh NOOOO! Just carry me and that's it, Bucko!" Lynn yelled out. The entire room broke out into deep laughter.

"Shit girl... okay..." Otis said with disappointment as he continued marching on stage with Lynn sitting with her thin little white legs crossed and slumped over one side of his broad shoulders.

"You can massage my feet... maybe even lick my pretty white toes!" Lynn blurted out, acting like a boss.

Jemma kissed my lips, and she huffed in excitement.

Can I kiss you on the lips, my beautiful Princess Fran?" She cutely asked, although still expecting me to honestly answer her. "I'm not pretty like you but I can make you feel good..."

"Yes, lightly and gently... no rough stuff... seriously, or I'll slap your fat face again, but much harder than before!" I harshly stated. Jemma looked hurt and I then I couldn't help but smile back. "Yes, but I'm the boss and you're my slave, no matter what... and I'm not joking either..."

"Yes Sir... I'll do whatever you ask of me, you know that! I worship you,

Fran!" She replied earnestly.

Her convulsing muscles twitched with excitement, and I felt the raw power of her big burly arms against my delicate frame become a little tight once again.

Slap!

The room went silent as everyone heard the slap. I slapped her fatty checks as hard as I could to get her attention. Her checks were now turning slightly red from blushing.

Jemma didn't even flinch from any physical pain but was red with the embarrassment of being publicly slapped like a slave in front of all her peers by her 135 lbs. pretty boy Master.

"Are you hurt, Fran? I'm sooo sorry and I won't ever do it again, I swear... I'll control myself..." She put her head down in shame.

"Not too tight, dear... I'm very delicate..." I scolded her. "Now, steady my back!"

"Yes Sir!" She obeyed, eager to win me over again.

I started bouncing up and down while she stood still, holding me easily like a baby in her big burly arms.

"I love you, Fran... you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen..." Jemma said with a playful, loving giggle.