Shelly




Shelly was part of the inner circle all throughout college. She was a great
person and partied with us for those 4 great years. She never had a steady
boyfriend during that time and although this is shallow to say now, as a
mature adult, the reason was she was heavy. That's the truth! Cute as all get
out, big boobs too, funny and a blast to be with but she was a fat chick back
then. Kids will be kids, right? She was about 5'7 and had to weigh, just
guessing but I am pretty good at this for some odd reason, 180 pounds, very
cute face, athletic and always super flexible, smart and very close to her
family who visited her often.

We had a reunion in the same town where we went to college 7-years
post-graduation as many of us stayed here and got jobs and got married and
some had kids right away. We were a tight group back them and via social
media, no matter where people ended up, we stayed in touch. Shelly moved back
to the West Coast post-graduation but the rumor was she moved back here about
10 months ago. She contacted me to meet for a drink and I was excited to see
her after all of these years and before the reunion date. When she told me
that she lost some weight and darkened her hair so I should be "on the
lookout" for someone who looks like her, I laughed and felt badly for her. I
laughed because she was always so much fun but felt badly because we all know
that fat chicks live with that shit 24/7 in our society. I was still looking
forward to having a beer or 3 and seeing her again.

I got to the bar about 20 minutes early and was sitting there playing with my
phone and nursing my first beer when she tapped me on my shoulder. She looked
GREAT! Tanned, smiling, energetic, upbeat and wearing a light colored
something under a very classy pant suit. I stood and kissed and embraced and
when she hugged me she squeezed all of the air out of me and I made one of
those ugh sounds. We both laughed. I was always the athlete amongst us and I
still played racquetball, tennis, pickup basketball and lifted weights. I was
one of the few guys of the group not married but I dated a lot and had a
steady girlfriend at the time, however, I still dated here and there. It was
clear in her face that she lost a lot of weight and I complimented her on that
and when I did she did this double bicep flex thing and said yeah me!!!! I
thought it was cute. As we drank some beer and did some shots we laughed our
asses off, it was so great to see her. The alcohol, as always lowered the
inhibitions when she revealed that she always had a crush on me but I was "too
busy chasing the hot girls to even look at her". That was certainly true but
what I said was, I always thought she was a great person and that I was a
little immature back then I suppose. That was a nice way of saying that I had
no real interest in chasing a fat chick, even one that was super nice. Far
from stupid, she knew what I was talking about and we kind of just left it out
there.

After 2 more shots and a discussion of should we call an Uber or a Lyft to go
to our respective homes she took off her blazer and I could not believe it but
she did lose a ton of weight. I was staring into her eyes the whole time. Then
she did the big reveal which blew my mind. She tells me that she is a
blackbelt in Judo and starts flexing her big muscular arms and telling me to
feel them. It was funky and I admit I was getting turned on by the new her and
she LOVED every single second of me feeling her muscles. As I was doing that,
with the erection harder than hard, she tells me that she can kick my ass and
would love embarrassing Mr. Macho! I laughed in her face and said, first of
all I was never, not now and will never be Mr. Macho and did not care to be
categorized as such and then said, I don't care if you had 10 blackbelts, I
could kick your pretty ass. I said all of that nicely by the way. With that
she grabs me and pulls me into her with a tremendous amount of force and says,
not only will I put you to sleep like a baby, I just may get the chance to
fuck your lights out afterwards. I laughed and said, if that's all you want is
for me to make love to you than we can skip the part where I am wrapping that
belt around your mouth as you beg me for mercy, and then I laughed out loud.
She had me in some kind of embrace that looked like we were just 2 lovers
hugging but I knew it was a hold I was having a tough time getting out of. She
had that shit eating grin on her face that was beginning to piss me off. I
stared into her eyes as we were pretty much face to face at that point and
said OK Shelly, you really want to wrestle or whatever you call it and then I
can fuck you harder than anything you ever experienced, than lets go back to
my place or yours and do it. She kept the pressure on and whispered into my
ear, "loverboy I am going to make you into a sniveling boytoy that I will own
in the bedroom and humiliate in ways you have no idea Mr. Macho. At this point
I was getting embarrassed as people were staring and I was turning red and
sweating and told her to "let me the fucking go and lets do this" I was angry.

She let me go and laughed and then did another one of those poses and half the
bar saw it and started to applaud. Very humiliating to say the least and she
was so different than anyone, again to say the least that I have ever known. I
felt I had little choice but to go back to her place and, well as strange as
this may sound, do some kind of fighting. We did take an Uber and she was all
over me in the car and talking trash like a complete maniac! Rubbing my chest
and telling me she is going to wrestle me into positions that will be utter
torture and how I am going to worship her strength and be her boy-toy, a
phrase she liked a lot. I was thinking she is basically full of crap, yes she
is muscular and apparently strong but still, c'mon, I am a man, heavier and I
am sure stronger, so this was her version of foreplay. I am down for it! A
number of times I said, boy have you changed and what has gotten into you all
of a sudden. Her response was direct and in hindsight chilling. She grabbed me
HARD by the collar with her hand and put her face an inch from mine and said
the following. With some tears in her eyes I should add. She told me how she
was the only one back in college without a boyfriend because she was fat and
she hated herself and people like me who had their pick of people to sleep
with, how frustrated she was for four long years, how she dedicated herself to
shed the weight and become strong and that she had no idea it would lead her
down this road, how she has slept with a dozen guys from the gym and how great
it is to be wanted if not envied, how it was her turn to be the one turning
guys down instead of vica versa and how much she LOVES (and she closed her
eyes when she said this, LOVED BEATING UP MEN she wanted to sleep with and
making them her personal boytoy and the final comment of ... ... .how she was
dreaming about the day she could do it to me!!!!! We rode in silence the rest
of the way except for her humming some songs and feeling her own biceps and
whispering to me how much she is going to enjoy this. I was pissed off and
said, "you know I am going to kick your ass and have you blow me" She laughed
out loud and turned her head and muttered something I could not hear.

We walked up two flights of stairs to her apartment and entered into a really
nice place, better than I thought it would be. She turned on the lights and
grabbed my arm and pulled me into this room that had a mat on the floor and
told me to stand still. She walked over to this one spot and flicked a switch
and she told me she was going to film it, which did not make me happy but I
remained quiet and quite frankly nervous-intimidated and just not feeling very
good about what was going to happen. She stood there and faced me and took off
her blouse and with a lacey bra went a lil wild posing her muscular and ample
physique and was telling me how much she was going to "fucking destroy me" and
make me her bitch and similar comments that had my head spinning. I have to
say it was very intimidating. She walked over to me and stood with her big
tits touching my chest and breathing hard and seething and told me to take off
my pants and shirt and like in a dream, I did as told. I actually felt my
knees shaking a little as I watched her stretch and get ready. It was amazing,
I mean the entire scene was but watching my good friend, who used to be a fat
girl, stretch and see all of these muscles that ripped through her ENTIRE
body. She was still a big girl but clearly a well-trained athlete who had a
score to settle in her own head. She wrapped her hands up with some kind of
gauze and was talking crap to me the entire time and she told me to "lose my
shirt and jeans" and when I froze she got up in my face and with a serious
look she YELLED, take off your fucking shirt and jeans NOW. It took about 5
seconds for me to process all of this and I did what she said. Despite all the
logical things I know about myself, about being a man about her and my
relationship with her, I had a very bad feeling.

I can give the details about what happened next as I watched this fight over
and over and over again on her big screen TV since she taped it. I mean I was
like a deer in the headlights the whole time as she faced me, after all of her
talk and stretching and told me, OK wimpy it is time to wrestle the girl you
would never date nor sleep with. I felt badly when she said this, but it was
true but that also did not make me a bad person I told her. I was never rude
or obnoxious towards her, always liked her and she was always part of the
group. She just stood there and said, LET'S FIGHT!!!!

She walked towards me with her hands out and circled me when out of nowhere
she slapped me in the face that HURT like hell and I said, I thought we were
going to wrestle? She smiled and said, that's right wimp, sorry for that but I
it felt so good and laughed in my face and that pissed me off. So now we
circled each other and she is still talking crap how she is going to beat the
shit out of me when she leaped at me and pretty much tackled me to the ground
and got behind me and started to choke me out, which is a HORRIBLE and
HELPLESS feeling and all I heard her say was "good night wimpy". Next thing I
know she is standing over me with her hands on her hips looking down and said,
"time to wake up for your beating". It took me a good minute to realize what
happened and where I was. I got to my feet and was VERY pissed off and
motivated to end this but I did not say a word. So we circled each other again
and I was very uncomfortable fighting since this was not my world PLUS I am
fighting a girl, a friend and the whole thing was weird. We circled each other
and she was still talking shit non fucking stop when I tried to grab her but
she easily pushed me off. Now she maneuvered herself behind me again and
grabbed me by my torso and lifted me off the floor with incredible ease and
threw me to the ground and laughed at me again as she flexed her seriously
impressive arms at me and said, wimpy you are going to worship me like the
goddess I know I am now. I was speechless!! Now back on my feet I said to her
" I am going to end this now I am sorry to say since fighting girls is not my
thing but I have to teach you a lesson" She said, Ah finally showing you have
some balls and laughed. She charged at me and literally flipped me over her
shoulder and got me in an arm bar ( something I never experienced in my entire
life) and put me in SO much pain I was banging the mat with my free hand and
literally begging her to stop as I thought she was going to break my fucking
arm. She would loosen it up a little and then put more pressure on to the
point I was crying in pain and SCREAMING for her to stop. This went on and off
for 2 minutes and 14 seconds when she finally let go. I was paralyzed in pain
and in some fear too and layed there when she got on her knees and was next to
me rubbing my hair and head and telling me how handsome I was and how I am in
over my head. I was so embarrassed I could not make eye contact. I was
freaking out on so many levels. Here I am, crying, fucking crying in pain,
clearly being beaten to shit, not by a stranger or an enemy but by a friend,
by a girl who I knew for a longtime, a good friend too. She picked me up and
got behind me and like I was a 10 year old girl she choked me out again.
Watching yourself get beaten like that on a video on a big screen is as
bizarre as it gets! When she felt me go limp she simply put me down gently and
started talking to the camera rubbing her big tits and flexing g her muscles
and saying how strong and dominant she is now. Surreal watching this all. It
took a lot of time for me to get to my feet but my arm is dead, so much pain.
I still could not make eye contact and I was angry and embarrassed beyond
anything I could have ever imagined. She took off her bra and walked towards
me and grabbed my hair, way too hard, and directed me to suck her tits. I
don't care what anyone says at this point, like you would never do that and
how could you lose to a girl but you were never in a position like this,
believe me!

So I stood there and got berated as she reached over and pulled down my
underwear and was not happy that I was not erect. I mean, how could I be? Her
body was amazing with it's hard muscles and big tits and flat hard abs and she
was always a very pretty girl but, I was in pain, humiliated and intimidated
and getting a boner was not top of mind. She held my cock and was not happy
and pushed me against the wall and started slapping me and yelling at me for
not being erect. It was just awful. I felt blood in my mouth and tears running
down my face and she held me against the wall and eye to eye with her chest
against mine started to kiss me and held me there, totally helpless. She had
me kiss her biceps and I mean make out with them like I was kissing my
girlfriend as she rubbed my cock and I got hard but was still in pain and
still humiliated at crying in front of her and being beaten up like I was. She
stroked my cock for a short time and then stepped back and told me to jerkoff
for her as she posed and talked shit. Yes, of course I did and I knew all too
well it was being filmed and on the tape you can see me looking up at the
camera. Pathetic. When I came on the mat she laughed a lot and called me a
bunch of demeaning names that truly pissed me off not to mention made me feel
incompetent and shitty. My head was spinning and I really had no idea how to
react except to just take it. She bent down and scooped up my cum with two
fingers and grabbed me by my neck and told me to either eat it or get my ass
fucked up again, once again, no real choice in the matter so I allowed her to
feed me my own cum. Just horrible!! I went to get my underwear and do what I
was not sure but I did want to be covered up and when I bent down to get them
she kicked me in my ass and made me drop to the floor and started yelling at
me for moving. Now I was seriously pissed off and jumped to my feet and
instinctively made a fists with both hands and started to walk towards her,
NOT TO HIT Her since that was not my nature but it was apparently hers. She
threw a punch into my gut that had to be the worse pain I ever felt in my
entire life, yes worse than the arm bar. I seriously thought I was going to
die! I could not breathe, I was scared, sweating, curled up on the mat praying
to breathe and could not make out what the fuck she was saying. To this day,
three months later I can still imagine in my head that pain. When I was
finally composed, which took over 5 minutes, she helped me up and had me drink
some water. Almost friendly like I suppose.

Over the next hour and 40 minutes she had me lie on the mat, stark naked, as
she sat next to me in her bra and shorts and told me all about her workouts
and all the women she beatup and all the guys she slept with and how she
thought she was now the hottest thing going. I nodded and agreed but saw how
mentally fucked she was. I never knew, I swear. She then became very soft and
nice and put her hands on my chest and was saying all of these nice things
about me physically and straight out told me that was going to have me eat her
out and then she was going to ride me like the hunk I am. Her words. She did
exactly like she wanted and I hated it but had no choice. It was clear as day
she was stronger and a serious fighter with wrestling and her damn fists.
Eating her out was OK, she was clean and smelled good and I tried to be good,
when she fucked me I was lying there and she did most of the work and the
whole time talking about how hot, strong and powerful she was. Truth be told I
faked an orgasm.

She made me stay the night and she went from nice and sweet and normal to
slapping me, punched me in the gut twice but not as bad as the first time but
still plenty bad, enough to drop me and she choked me out in the shower and
right before I was allowed to leave. Trust me leaving that mess was worth it.

I kept this quiet until she posted the video on her FB account which was the
worst thing that ever happened to me. Immediately almost everyone I knew saw
what she did and I was furious. I called her up and lost it and called her
every name in the book and I know I hurt her when I called her a fat pig
wrapped up in muscles, but I did mean it. She started crying and I did not
feel badly about it and I posted ALL of my thoughts AND this essay on FB and
will end with this.

Shelly was always a sweet girl. Filled with potential, lovely in many ways and
someone I considered a friend. I NEVER looked at her as a fat chick, NEVER
thought anything but good thoughts of her and always wished her well and hoped
she would find a good guy and live on happy. Instead she decided to focus on
the outside, the physical part of her life. She developed a muscular and
powerful physique, she trained in Judo and boxing and was a true force to deal
with, no damn joke. Did she beat me up? Yes she did. She beat me, she humbled
and humiliated me, she used me as her sex toy and all of that. She actually
choked me unconscious several times in less than 24 hours, she bitch slapped
me, she made me cry in pain and beg for mercy, I jerked off for her on her
command and more (see video) but NONE OF THAT CHANGES WHO I AM but it sure did
change who she is. No, I do not hate her and instead I pity her. I am not
equipped to diagnose her but she should find someone who can. I am still a man
and feel good about saying that even though, I ADMIT, a woman beat the shit
out of me with ease. If that makes you think less of me that's fine, its what
I feel like that matters. Does she think more of herself that she showed
hundreds and hundreds of people what happened? Maybe. No matter to me. No, no
plans to ever see her again, no plans to learn how to fight as I am very
comfortable in my own skin. No reason to contact me to repeat the same thing
over and over, I think I made myself clear and if not than not. Period