Ballerina Betsy and Fat Fran
By A.J. Brown
Fat girl deals with a smaller bully


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Fat Fran got picked on throughout high school because she was fat. Fat Fran
thought that when she went away to college people wouldn't pick on her
anymore. She thought people would be more mature and she could escape all the
bullying. Fat Fran was wrong. In high school everyone picked on Fat Fran. In
college no one picked on Fat Fran except Ballerina Betsy.

Ballerina Betsy was popular at college. She was a cute, petite, ballerina girl
and the guys went wild when she danced. She had blonde hair, stood at about
5'4, and only weighed about 115 lbs. Ballerina Betsy was much smaller than Fat
Fran who was about 5'8 and weighed about 225 lbs. Fat Fran never exercised and
all her weight was pure fat. Cute, little, Ballerina Betsy made fun of Fat
Fran all of the time. She was real mean to her and would say nasty things that
had Fat Fran on the verge of tears. Fat Fran always thought about how easily
she could kick the crap out of Ballerina Betsy but since Ballerina Betsy
always had a lot of guys around her Fat Fran could never do anything about it.
She just had to take it and feel like less of a human being.

It was late one night and Fat Fran had to hit the campus snack bar before it
closed. She got the extra-large chicken finger sub which extra cheese, bleu
cheese, a large order of French fries, and a large coke. It tasted so good and
made her feel so much better about all the taunting she had to deal with from
Ballerina Betsy. She left the snack bar at midnight and started walking back
to her dorm room. She took a short cut through the rec center. Although the
rec center was open 24 hours no one was in there because it was so late. It
wasn't creepy at all because all of the lights were on. Fat Fran walked by the
dance room in the rec center and saw the light was on in there as well. She
peeked in and saw Ballerina Betsy, alone, dancing around in her white
ballerina outfit. Ballerina Betsy wore a white top, a white ballerina skirt,
and white ballerina stockings. Ballerina Betsy wore no shoes. It drove Fat
Fran nuts that Ballerina Betsy was so cute and Fat Fran was so hideous. But
Fat Fran looked around and at sunk it that no one was in this entire building
expect her and Ballerina Betsy. Fat Fran always wanted her opportunity to be
alone with Ballerina Betsy so she could beat the crap out of her and now was
her chance. She thought about going in the dance room and beating up Ballerina
Betsy. Although she was much larger than Ballerina Betsy she still felt some
fear about going in there but didn't know why. She also knew that if she
didn't go in there and teach Ballerina Betsy a lesson she would regret it for
a long time and that motivated her to go in.

Fat Fran walked into the dance room and closed the door behind her. Ballerina
Betsy stopped her dancing and looked up at her. "Get out of here fatty!"
Ballerina Betsy said sternly. Fat Fran did not expect little Ballerina Betsy
to be this confident now that the two were alone and that made her a bit
nervous. Fat Fran stood still as Ballerina Betsy walked over too her with her
white ballerina skirt bouncing up and down and her cute little feet with the
white stockings bouncing off the mat. Ballerina Betsy grabbed Fat Fran put her
leg behind Fat Fran's legs and threw her to the ground. Fat Fran couldn't
believe the ease that little Ballerina Betsy was able to throw her to the
ground with. Ballerina Betsy's leg felt as strong as anything as she threw Fat
Fran to the ground. Fat Fran lay on her back on the mats and little Ballerina
Betsy quickly dropped to the ground and wrapped her white stocking legs around
Fat Fran's torso in leg scissors. Fat Fran could not believe the strength of
Ballerina Betsy's legs. She tried to pry Ballerina Betsy's legs off of her but
could not budge them. They were like steel.

"He-he-he" Ballerina Betsy giggled. "Struggle all you want. But I have been
dancing my entire life and my legs are strong enough even to hold a fat lard
like you in place for as long as I want. He-he-he." Ballerina Betsy's giggling
was driving Fat Fran crazy. She lay there between Ballerina Betsy's powerful
legs and the pain was unbearable. It was worse than pain. It really felt like
Ballerina Betsy's legs in the white stockings were going to seriously injure
her, even kill her. Fat Fran had never been in a fight and did not realize how
dangerous fighting was. She struggled some more to no avail.

"I know you have a lot of fat on you but my strong legs can still hurt your
ribs" Ballerina Betsy laughed. That was quite true as Fat Fran felt like her
ribs were going to snap at any point. She gasped for air. Ballerina Betsy
squeezed her legs tighter and Fat Fran gasped for air. "Well I better let off
or I'm going to break your ribs" Ballerina Betsy said. Fat Fran was relieved.
Ballerina Betsy unwrapped her legs from Fat Fran but then quickly school girl
pinned her. Fat Fran lay underneath Ballerina Betsy as she held her down with
her legs with the white stockings pinning down her shoulders. Fat Fran
squirmed to get up but her fat body couldn't do anything to pry Ballerina
Betsy off of her. Ballerina Betsy giggled some more with her girly giggle
which drove Fat Fran absolutely nuts. "As fat as you are my dancer legs could
hold down twice your weight so you're wasting your energy struggling"
Ballerina Betsy bragged. It was driving Fat Fran crazy that this little girl
was physically dominating her and it was physically wearing her down as well.
"Let's see what I can take from you" Ballerina Betsy laughed and she reached
into Fat Fran's pocket and took her wallet. "Oh some cash and a credit card"
Ballerina Betsy laughed. Ballerina Betsy took it all.

"You can't take my credit card" Fat Fran protested.

"I just did" Ballerina Betsy laughed and squeezed Fat Fran's nose. "Watch what
else I can do." Ballerina Betsy got off Fat Fran. She then got behind Fat
Fran's head and wrapped her legs around Fat Fran's neck. It felt weird having
the small girl's powerful legs with the white stockings wrapped around her
neck but then once Ballerina Betsy applied pressure the weird feeling quickly
turned to fear. For the first time in her life Fat Fran thought for sure she
was going to die. Ballerina Betsy's legs were as strong as steel and the
pressure of that vice around her neck took away all of Fat Fran's breath and
she could feel her energy slipping away. She saw stars and it quickly felt
like she was losing consciousness.

"I am better than you in every aspect" Ballerina Betsy said to Fat Fran.
"Don't ever try and challenge me again. I am prettier, smarter, and much
stronger than you. Right now it's up to me if you live or die. Since you
attacked me I could kill you right now and it would all be self defense. I am
going to loosen my legs and you better beg me to let you live." Ballerina
Betsy loosened her strong legs and Fat Fran had no doubt that Ballerina Betsy
could kill her with those legs of steel if she wanted to."

"Please let me live" Fat Fran begged and cried.

"One catch" Ballerina Betsy replied. "Suck on my feet." Ballerina Betsy stuck
her foot in Fat Fran's mouth. The white stockings on her feet were sweaty from
the dancing and a bit dirty because she was hopping around on the mats with no
shoes on. The dirt and the sweat made Ballerina Betsy's feet pretty gross.
Despite the dirt and sweat Fat Fran could tell that her foe had cute feet
which made her even more grossed out that she found a female's feet cute. The
only thing on Fat Fran's mind right now was survival so she sucked on
Ballerina Betsy's dirty, sweaty, sexy feet.

"He-he-he" little Ballerina Betsy giggled. "I beat you!" Ballerina Betsy took
her foot out of Fat Fran's mouth and skipped away with her white ballerina
skirt bouncing up and down and her sexy feet with the white stockings bouncing
off the mats. She left the dance room, giggling, skipping away into the night.