Tanya's First Beatdown
by Freddie Fantom FreddieFantom@gmail.com
Tanya tells Karen the story of her first beatdown


"How did you first find out that you were that strong?," Karen asked.

Tanya let out a laugh – almost a giggle – that belied her well muscled frame.
She leaned back and said, "Well, let me tell you my first story ...I met this
guy online. I'd been lifting for about a year at that point and had started
complementing it with boxing about six months after that. I felt like I was
getting stronger – I was deadlifting about 300 at the time – and faster, too,
because of the boxing, but I didn't realize how well I could fight. I was
starting to feel confident about how I looked, though. I dropped about 70
pounds – went from 230 to 160, and I was mostly muscle. I knew that much.

Well, the date had gone fine, and he walked me back to my place and I kissed
him goodbye. Or so I thought. I turned around to go in, and the door to my
building closes kind of slowly. I wasn't surprised when I didn't hear the door
close, but he'd snuck in behind me.

I was in my bedroom, just getting undressed – I slipped out of my dress and
was looking at myself in the mirror...just wearing a bra and panties. I caught
him in the mirror ogling me. I had no idea what he was planning, but I turned
around and looked him in the eye.

"What are you doing in my room?", I asked.

He just smiled and started walking towards me. It was terrifying – he had me
by about five inches and 35 pounds. I had no idea what to do, so my instincts
just took over. Before I knew it, I was in a fighting stance, and as he moved
closer, I hit him with a straight right that caught him square in the face and
sent his head back, so I could get a good view of the blood streaming from his
newly smashed nose. Then I hit him with a right hook that sent his head
lolling, and then crouched down and hit him full force with a solid uppercut
that sent him to the floor. He didn't even have a chance to defend himself.

When I stepped back, he was flat out...I'd turned a bigger man into a
bleeding, unconscious mess in barely ten seconds.

At that point, I took a deep breath. My hands were shaking...I hadn't had a
chance to be terrified until that point. I walked around for a few minutes,
and then stopped. And smiled. Someone had just tried to attack me, and he
couldn't. I'd messed him up big time, and he was on the floor, and he couldn't
get up. Because of the power behind my punches.

I took a look at myself in the mirror. My skin coloring – a smooth cocoa – had
always been sexy, and I always had large dark eyes, but I'd been so used to
being overweight and unattractive that it hadn't really hit me what I looked
like now. I knew, intellectually, that I was in much better shape, and that
I'd gotten really quick and strong, but it wasn't until this moment that I
recognized my true power. I was still in a bra and panties, and I noticed the
hourglass curve from my breasts to my waist to my butt. The beginnings of a
six pack were showing up around my waist. I was used to having soft, flabby
arms. They were still large, but when I raised my left arm up and flexed it,
my biceps turned into a rock-hard mass of muscle. I slipped out of the bra and
realized my pecs could support my full breasts by themselves. I turned to my
side, arm still up in a flex. I hadn't shaved my underarms and there was some
hair under them, but it made me look more dangerous, savage, and sexy. I could
see why I'd been able to knock out my new "friend" so easily. My butt flared
out, but it was solid muscle rather than fat. My legs were a strong, smooth,
well-defined support. I was a force to be reckoned with, and if I ever had to
fight a man again, I knew I would win. And I'd make sure it didn't go as
quickly as this one.

Speaking of this one, a few groans emanating from his broken mouth brought me
out of my reverie.

I walked over to him and smiled – still dressed in just my thong and heels. I
kicked off my shoes and gave him a good look at my feet, and brought one down
close to his neck. He looked up at my sexy legs, then my abs, then focused on
my breasts, and my sexy smile. I turned the smile into a scowl. "Yes, that was
me that fucked you up, sweetie. You don't remember much now, but you're in my
apartment, and you tried to attack me. I'm giving you a minute to collect
yourself and get yourself to the ER. You're going to need some work on that
face of yours, sweetheart. Now get up and run.

He gave me a look...I flexed my biceps again. His eyes got wide, and then he
turned tail and scurried out of my apartment like a mouse, holding on to his
smashed jaw. I never saw him again.

Karen looked at her friend. "Wow...that was great. I have a similar story, but
I wasn't able to take care of the guy so easily. I don't want to talk any more
about what happened. But maybe you can fix it so that he doesn't attack anyone
else.

Tanya smiled again. "I'm all ears..."

To be continued.