Brooke fights an admirer
by Fan of Fit



Television celebrity Brooke Burt had just finished up a hot power yoga class.
At 35 years old she was just past her sexual peak, according to science, but
the truth was Brooke had always been healthy and she felt really young. She
clearly looked great. People asked her how she always stayed so fit and
beautiful, even after having children. Her reply was good diet, genes, and
yoga.

She exited the studio and walked out to the beach. On most days, Brooke ran
along the beach to and from her Malibu home to get to yoga class. Today was a
beautiful crisp California March day, and today would be no different. As she
approached the water, near the harder sand that was good for running someone
shouted from behind her.

"Hey ... whew. Stop for a minute. I noticed you leaving the studio. Your
Brooke Burt and I'm Stacy your biggest fan."

The woman standing before her was extraordinary. Her size alone, the
gargantuan rolls that wrapped around her sunburned belly and back and the pure
cream whiteness of her skin at the edges were evidence of a lazy life. She
might have been 10 years younger, but there was no easy way to tell. You could
not have asked for a more striking contrast. The beautiful Brook, with her
long lines, dark features, and shadows on her face from varying contours of
muscle, bone, and hair. Still not cooled down from hot power yoga, beads of
sweat streaked down her brilliant bust and flat belly. The muscles along her
calves and hamstrings were still filled with blood and expanded from the
earlier session. Her butt was high and taut. It was an amazing butt. The kind
that screamed look at me, admire the work that has been done to achieve this.
It was a butt that could serve someone well in an evening gown on the dance
floor or in workout shorts on the field hockey team. Her whole body appeared
hardwired for explosive sex and ready to burst in an uncontrolled orgasm of
thick cream and sweat.

"I have been a fan of you for so long." The woman Stacy extended her hand.
Brook reluctantly reached for it and grabbed it. Immediately she was
surprised. Her hand was certainly soft, but the bones seemed small in Brook's
hand. This seemed rather strange to Brook as the woman must have been twice as
heavy. Still as she was so rotund it was mostly fat. The woman began talking.

"Ive always been such a fan. I wanted to know what is like to be rich and
famous and all."

"Its okay. You meet cool people, and for sure appreciate the positive
attention. It does have its price. You have to look out for people who want to
take advantage of you." Brook cooly looked toward the sea, the rise and fall
of her belly gradually slowing its pace from the earlier workout.

Stacy said "Real quick ... lets get a picture together ... here real quick
come right over here to where my stuff is." Brook reluctantly followed. She
was after all done for the day, but with a baby at home she did not like to
stay away for long. The fat Stacy produced a digital camera from her pink
satchel that lay on her long and sweat filled beach towel.

"Lets stand with the sun facing us ... he he" she laughed. As Stacy mounted
the camera Brooke stood facing the sun, now blinded to Stacy who stood in
front of her. Soon she felt a quick rush of wind on her body accompanied by
the solid thump of a billy club to her neck. Brook was knocked out cold.

She awoke shackled to a large bed in a white painted large square room. "Where
am I?"

"I know what you are thinking." Brooke shuddered.

Stacy was right beside her, seated in a chair! "You are wondering why you are
here."

"Yes please let me go. Why are you doing this?"

"Quiet!" ... the fat faced Stacy yelped back at her. You are here for one
reason. To suffer."

"For what!" Brooke cried.

"For you being you and me being me. Ever since I was young I was fat. All the
girls like you ignored me, and so did all the boys. It was embarrassing to
lose in phys ed every day in running races, and to always be the target in
dodgeball."

"oh please, I did not know you ... I was not like that when I was growing up."

"Oh Brook? You may not know me, but I know you. I'm the same Stacy you
humiliated in soccer. I would have forgiven you for being hot, but I will not
forgive you now for punching me in the stomach and making me cry at school
every day ... "

Brooke thought back and remembered. She was so quick and nubile. It was easy
to be a bitch to the fat girl. Noone could catch her then. Guys idolized her
Lilliputian ass.

"Please. I'm so sorry. I was a bitch then ... I was only 15."

"You're a bitch now Brooke. I'm going to make that perfect body of yours
suffer real pain. First things first." Stacy undid the shackles on Brooks
hands and allowed her to sit up (her legs were still shackled.) Stacy produced
a wooden serving tray, the kind that would fit across one's legs for a TV
dinner in bed.

"We're going to arm wrestle first, Stacy said. Before I destroy you I want you
to know things are different. Back when you use to run by me in soccer and
ignore me and punch me in the belly you were an athlete and I was a nerd.
Today you are no athlete, just a skinny whore from the magazines. Brook's mind
was racing ... "make things easier?"

The fat woman threw down her arm, brooke reluctantly grabbed her hand. It was
a long match and neither woman was winning for about a minute or so until ...
Brook began to use her forearm muscles to turn Stacy's hand down. I was a
clear contrast. Stacy;s whole arm was three times as round it seemed., but
Brook had long straight bones and her muscles were showing clearly. The fat
girl was amazingly losing to the much smaller Brook. With that realization the
fat girl began to lose control of her breathing and the tide turned. She was
heaving for breathe as the powerful Brook began to put her down, But then
Stacy sent her left fist into brook's crotch. Brook let go. "Damn bitch!"
Stacy yelled. Thinking quickly, Brooke overturned the table and slammed it
into stacy's head. The fat girl slumped onto the bed.

Stacy was being slapped in the face by Brooke Burt. She awoke to see the dark
haired and beautiful woman straddling her.

"How did you get out?" Stacy asked ... "you left the keys in your pocket
tubby" Brooke replied.

"ugh bitch! Get off!" Stacy tried to buck her off but Brooke had her hands
pinned down with her knees and she only succeeded in getting Brook's hard ass
off her stomach for a moment before Brook violently slammed it down on her
again ... a loud gasp of air escaped Stacy.

"Shut up fatty." Brooke then punched her in the soft belly. "Now I'm going to
teach you a lesson. Listen carefully. Soda and sugar make your bones weak ...
do you hear me!" Brook slapped her in the face.

"You look at me and wonder why Im so much hotter than you and you are jealous.
Well fatty, you should not have eaten so much trash growing up. Your body
needs nutrients to grow bone mass. When it does not get those nutrients your
bones stop growing. After a certain point in a woman's life, probably now for
you, our bones no longer grow. So you are left with weak and fragile bones
forever." Brook took Stacy by the right hand with her left hand and forced her
forearm on the ground. The bone and muscle from Brook was digging into the
soft creamy flesh of Stacy.

"Feel how that hurts fatty. That's what you get for messing with me. You think
that because you are big you are also strong. See how my hands are bigger and
my arms are longer ... its bone structure ... I'm a superior being!"

Stacy started to cry ... "that's right fatty ... cry, cry, cry." "Nothing will
help you now.

Brook then did a yoga move referred to as kickback. It's a move where someone
in a standing forward bend places her hands on the floor and then in one
motion hops her feet fully back until they are into a pushup position. Brook
did this move using Stacy's hands on the ground as support. She landed her
feet onto the soft inner flesh of Stacy's round thighs.

"Whew I feel so hot!" Brook yelled. Stacy was writing under the intensity of
Brook's feet digging into her soft ankle flesh.

"I can hold myself suspended like this for a long time fatty. Its because I
have strong core. Do you know what that means? I have back and stomach muscles
that are well developed for my size. You think that Im just skinny, but you
are learning the truth."

Stacy surely was ... her own flaccid body was laying helpless on the floor and
was totally controlled by the long and lean Brooke Burt, whose muscles rippled
from her taut butt to her abdomen. Her arms pulsated and the veins in her neck
showed beautifully the vigor and sex that made her so irresistible to men. "To
get strong muscles you have to work out fatty ... " Slap to the face. "You
think yoga is for skinny whores on magazines. Well this skinny whore on the
magazine is proving why she is there. Skinny is strong and yoga is strong and
fat is weak and laziness is weak. I'm desired by men not because I'm skinny
but because I'm strong. Men know I can screw them all night long and never run
out of energy. With you they worry about cardiac arrest." Slap to the face
again.

"Try and take a gut punch fatty." Brooke released Stacy's right hand. "Come on
and do it ... you almost beat me in arm wrestling, surely you can hurt me with
that fist of yours."

Stacy was laying prostrate on the floor with brook holding herself a good two
feet higher in a plank position. She had been there for several minutes with
no sign of tiring. This power yoga really was powerful. Stacy slammed her fist
into Brook's flat stomach to no effect. The beautiful woman laughed.

"Face it fatty, you may have a good arm wrestling muscle but that's it. Even
there you could not beat this skinny whore. That punch did not hurt at all. I
have an overall strong body from hot power yoga. Your muscles are weak and
your bones are soft ... I own you fatty." Brook then slammed her own fist into
the soft belly flesh of Stacy. Stacy yelped and gasped. "I'm better in every
way. Say goodnight."

Brook then sprung her feet forward and landed them on Stacy's upper arms. The
yoga spring so deftly executed snapped the weak and hollow fat covered bones
in Stacy's upper arms. Brook was standing over her. Stacy was yelling in
immense pain. In a long motion Brooke gracefully bent forward and grabbed
Stacy by the throat. Brook's high, taut, and sex primed ass stuck straight up
into the air. Her legs showed off her powerful and graceful muscles. Her body
formed a beautiful upside down V shape. The strain from reaching did not
effect her belly. She had long ago learned to breathe and use great strength
at the same time. Her long arms strained causing her veins to bulge as she
clasped the fat throat of Stacy and slowly choked her. The fat girl turned
purple and red. The last thing she saw was Brook Burt's beautiful cheekbones
and face, her intent eyes, and closed mouth, and finally the soft rise and
fall of Brook's sexy abs and brilliant breasts.