The Dwarf Tosser 
By Jeremy Wilson shaneomacfan3@yahoo.com
A female decides that a sport should be changed


*Author's Note: May I just say that I mean no offense in the title of this
story, there is a sport, which is probably known world wide as Dwarf Tossing,
I don't condone this sport, and I don't feel that it is in any way a
justifiable use of anybody's time. So, in this story, I am trying my best to
show why this travesty should be changed, how about it becomes non-dwarf
tossing by a person of dwarfish proportions?*

It all happened when I went to this bar in Milwaukee, about 2 years ago,
that's where I saw the most amazing thing. First off, I walked into this bar,
not expecting anything special, just wanting to grab a couple beers and relax
watching sports on the TV. What I saw was surprising to say the least, there
was this crowd on the other side of this huge bar, I pushed my way to the
front to witness a huge, muscled guy holding what looked like a vertically
challenged person in a harness of some kind that had handles, then with a
couple of warm-ups, he tossed this unfortunate small person onto a bed, then
another person did the same, then another person. I was outraged to tell you
the truth, but a lot of people were enjoying what they were seen, and I, being
meek and not confident at all didn't want to step forth and say anything about
it. But one person did speak up, with a strong, but awfully high pitched
voice, "Put that man down, now please! How would you like it if someone picked
you up and tossed you as far as they could, would you enjoy that you bastards,
I said put him down!" I looked around, trying to find where that voice was
coming from, but I couldn't see anyone in the crowd with a look of anger on
their face, but then someone stepped up on the bed, a woman that was about the
same size as the person getting tossed, she looked to be in a rage. "Listen
pal, I've had enough of this kind of establishment treating my kind like
nothing more than a pet, like animals you can toss around, have you ever once
thought about their feelings on the matter?" This woman was still looking up
at the offenders, even though the bed was two feet off the ground, if I had to
guess, she was probably 3'3 or something close to that, the clothes she was
wearing didn't reveal much of her body, other than a generous bust and really
wide shoulders.

The man who had the little person in his hands last stepped forward looking
down at her fiercely, "What are you gonna do about it girly? You look if you
could use a bit of the treatment that little Billy over there is getting,
maybe then you'll see why he loves it so much, don't you Billy?" The little
man looked up and nodded quickly, though it wasn't quite convincing, not to
me, it was clear to me that he was intimidated by the size of the huge guys in
the bar, and couldn't tell his true feelings. The little woman reached up and
pulled the head thug down to her face, the man was taken off guard, and had no
response for it. "I asked whether you would like it if you were the one being
tossed, well, you're gonna get your answer in a little while big boy, you're
gonna see how Bill feels, and I'm doubting you're gonna like it." He was
smirking down at her, in a way of saying yeah right to her, "How you gonna do
that, little girl, you think you can do that, what are you, 3 feet tall, you
can't weight more than 80 pounds, you think you're gonna pick me up and toss
me with as much ease as I tossed little Billy there?" The woman smiled at him,
and said, "First of all, my name isn't little girl, it's Marilyn Garman, and
second, yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do, in fact, judging by the fact
it took every once of your power to send Billy what 5 feet, I'm going to do to
you what you did to him, with so much ease it's going to make your head spin."
The thug whose name was Mike started laughing, as did most of the crowd that
was around to hear this conversation, until Marilyn took a hold of Mike's belt
with her free hand and proceeded to press his 280 pound frame over her head
with what looked like ease. My eyes nearly popped out of my head at the sight,
as did my dick almost pop out of my pants, this woman who weighed only 80
pounds held a man who weighed 200 pounds more than she did over her head, and
it didn't seem to be straining her in the least.

Marilyn got off the bed, hopping down to the floor, the crowd split in two as
she carried Mike's body over her head, occasionally bringing him down to the
top of her head and pressing him up again, like a 280 pound barbell. She did
this slowly and in total control until she was on the other side of the bar,
nearly 50 feet away, I was thinking to myself, no, no way, that would be
impossible! She took a step and with incredible power, she launched Mike's
heavy frame the 50 feet to the bed, where he landed, his weight and the force
at which he landed immediately shredded the bed in half, breaking it beyond
repair. She made sure that they would not have anymore dwarf tossing tonight
at least. Mike was out cold, but his cronies recognized the threat that
Marilyn posed, so they proceeded to gang up on her. 3 huge guys, one 6'3 275
pounds, the second 6'2 260 pounds, and the third, 6'4 and 300 pounds came at
her menacingly. The smallest one said, "Come on guys, she may be strong, but
no way she's stronger than all three of us at once, we can take her!" Marilyn
wasn't perturbed that 3 men, each at least 3 times her weight and 3 feet
taller than her, in fact, she was urging them on by smirking and telling them
to come get her. The first guy came in only to receive a shot to the stomach
that made him fly at least 5 feet away, unconscious. The next two came in at
just about the same time, and to the amazement to the onlookers, they left
their feet, each one of their belts in each of her hands. She held them
overhead, looked up to see their shocked faces and said, "Yeah, just what I
thought, big guys, but weak, let me show you how a dwarf tosses." With that
she drew her right arm back, as if she was about to throw a football, and the
guy that was in her right hand flew to the bed that Mike was just getting out
of, he landed, none to softly, but not truly injured either. She transferred
the other man, the 300 pounder, and started tossing him up in the air, luckily
the ceiling was 40 feet tall or he'd be in trouble, but he went up first 10
feet, then 20, then 30 feet in the air until she took aim at the almost fully
destroyed mattress and tossed the huge man 40 feet across the room to finish
it off completely.

Marilyn rubbed her hands and had a satisfied look on her face, then she turned
back to the crowd, as to say anyone else have a problem? Almost all the men
were avoiding her eyes, everyone that is, except me, I was watching her the
whole time, thinking she was my true fantasy brought to life. Everyone in the
crowd parted as she walked towards them, straight up to the only man that had
caught her eyes, she focused on my body, she was just the right height to be
face to face with my manhood, which was fully erect. She looked up into my
eyes and smirked, "I'm guessing you enjoyed the show, didn't you, big boy?" I
shrugged and said, "Yeah, I wanted to say something, I agree with you, I think
the sport is barbaric, but, you see I have low self esteem and problems
speaking in front of crowds. I'm only speaking to you now because you are
without doubt the strongest person I have ever seen in my whole life." I
looked around, not sure if I should continue, but I did, a little bit softer,
so only those around me, including her, could hear. "And, well, I'm into very
strong and muscular women, especially those shorter than me, I write stories
about it because I know it would probably never, ever happen in real life, so
I have to live my fantasies out through my writing." She looked at me, now
with a sympathetic look on her face, she said, "Honey, you're more of a man
for admitting that than any of these guys in this bar, to tell you the truth,
men have always tried to take advantage of me, they have always looked at my
height and thought I was worthless, but you, you don't look at me like that do
you?" I shook my head, with as much sincerity as I could muster in such a
frivolous gesture.

"Absolutely not, Marilyn, to me, you're just a normal woman, maybe a little
shorter than average, but that doesn't make me think anything less of you, I'm
not close-minded as some of these guys, what I see when I look at you is a
beautiful, powerful woman that I would love to have on my arm any place I ever
go in this World." Marilyn smiled, her pearly white teeth enhancing her facial
beauty all the more, "Thank you, darling, and that is why I would be delighted
to take you home, if you want to go with me, that is?" My eyes opened all
wide, I couldn't believe my ears, this beautiful, incredibly powerful woman,
who was two and a half feet shorter than me, probably weighed 1/4 of what I
do, yet could probably lift me with her pinky, and she wanted me as her
boyfriend! I stuttered out, "Y-yes, s-sure, I would love to come home with you
Marilyn, nothing would make me happier, well, maybe seeing how strong you
really are, but that can come later." She laughed and said, "Or we can sample
some of my strength on the way home, there's more where this came from,
believe me, what I did to those guys took a very, very small percentage of my
overall power, dear." I giggled nervously, "That's awesome, well, should we
go, babe?" She nodded, reached up and grabbed my hand with her much smaller
one and half led me, half pulled me out the door. Actually, if I had stood
still, I have no doubt she would have been able to drag me along, despite the
fact I am 6'1 and weigh 290 pounds.

"Marilyn, why don't you tell me about yourself, and how you got so, well, so
incredibly strong?" I asked in a bashful manner. "Well, my condition became
apparent very early, the doctors said I had a lack of human growth hormone, so
they put me on a steady diet of HGH and steroids. Well, that didn't really
have the effect that they hoped, I was still short, but soon, my muscles grew
hugely and my strength was off the charts." she was slightly embarrassed by
this admission but I nodded and asked her to continue. "Well, I was 4 years
old when I started taking that stuff, and it really bulked me up, at that age
I was 2 feet tall, but weighed 60 pounds, I was strong even then, my dad was
normal sized, 5'10, 200 pounds, and I picked him up over my head when I was
just 5! I'm 27 now, by the way, and my strength just kept growing and growing,
as did my muscles." I looked down at her, she was wearing some big clothing,
but it looked baggy on her, I didn't see a whole lot of possibility that her
muscle was as large as she was making it seem.

So I asked her if she could show me how big her muscles were, she smiled and
said, "When we get home, dear, I'm sure it will be worth the wait, maybe we
could get home sooner if I carried you, would you like that?" My eyes nearly
rolled to the back of my head in ecstasy at the sound of that. I tried to be
as steady as I could, "Sure, I would love that, Marilyn!" She stuck her head
between my legs, then pressed me over her head with her hands grasping my
buttocks firmly, I was so much taller than her that my feet were barely 5
inches off the ground with her arms fully extended. I had seen her power, so
it wasn't really a surprise that she could lift my 290 pounds, but it was
something very different feeling it first hand, and my boner came back full
force by the fact that this small woman was holding someone overhead that
weighed 210 pounds more than she did, like he was nothing but a teddy bear to
her. She said, "Now hold on to my hands sweetie, we're gonna be going pretty
fast, not that I don't have a good grip, tee hee." As she said that, she
squeezed my butt a little harder, causing me to gasp a little in surprise.
Then without a second's hesitation, this little woman started running like
I've seen only the fastest sprinters in the World, I bet she could give Usain
Bolt a run for his money, we were speeding through the streets, passing cars
like they were standing still, and hopping over objects straight ahead of us.
We stopped about 20 minutes later, coming right up to a huge house, she
lowered me to the ground, and winked, "Home sweet home, so, Jeremy, you wanted
to see how muscular and strong I am, you're going to find out right now, this
house is far from civilization, so no one can know what I do here, you're the
first person I've had here in almost 4 years." I blushed, suddenly feeling
unworthy of being in her presence.

I looked the house over, first of all, it was a two story ranch style house
that was almost all white, except the windows, the sidings of which were
purple, and the roof was black. "Shall we go inside, even if it is private
here, I would feel a lot better showing off to you where no prying eyes could
possibly see us." I nodded, oh boy, I thought to myself, finally I can find
out if the woman of my dreams is actually real. She said, "Upstairs is the
bedroom, but we can worry about that a little later, what you want to see, I'm
sure is the gym, that's in the basement. You go down there and wait a little
while, I've got to change into my workout clothes." I did as she suggested,
there was a door at the end of the staircase, I opened it to find a gym that I
had never even envisioned in my wildest dreams, the basement gym was huge in
area, and the different weights and machines would make the owner of the
Gold's Gym in Milwaukee choke on his protein shake. The ceiling was
extraordinarily high as well, I didn't see how that could be possible, but I
went along with it. But it was the weights themselves that puzzled me, the
dumbbells started out at 150 pounds and went up to the most weight I've ever
seen put on a bar that small, 450 pounds. There wasn't a weight disk I could
find that was under 45 pounds, and the bars themselves seemed to have been
made of a different kind of material, when I tried to lift one that was
unloaded, I couldn't even get it to budge a little!

"Like it?" I heard behind me as Marilyn came into the room with an oversized
bath robe on. "Yeah, that bar that you're trying to move is 200 pounds, it is
made of an extremely dense metal titanium, to hold the ultra-heavy weights I
use to workout. I see you also noticed that none of the plates go below 45
pounds, but actually, that's not accurate, why don't you try to pick up that
45 pound plate over there?" She pointed to a plate resting against the bench,
I walked over to it, got a good one handed grip on it, and pulled, but I
couldn't lift it up, so I put my second hand on it and just managed to pull it
up to my waist before setting it back down with a thud. She smiled sweetly at
me, "Obviously, those weights are not 45 pounds, they are made of the same
material the bars are made of, they're three times heavier than normal, making
each of those plates 135 pounds. You wanted to know how I got so strong, I'll
tell you, but first sit down over there, hun." I did as I was told, she
started undoing her robe, and it fell down to reveal an incredible body, one
that I would have never expected on someone her size. She had big muscles
everywhere, and they were ripped to shreds, her arms and legs were in
proportion to the rest of her body, but she looked like she could step on
stage at a Ms. Olympia contest and dominate. I couldn't believe it when she
started doing a posing routine and each muscle group sharpened into definition
that I couldn't believe, striations and veins appeared all over her frame,
running up and down each muscle group in turn. She did an abdominal pose and
showed an 8 pack that stood out 1 inch from her body, imagine if Collette
Guimond was shrunk down 2 feet, but kept the same proportions she did at
regular height, that was what I was staring at now.

"I can see by your little friend you like my show, well, like I told you, when
I was 5, the steroids and growth hormones I was being given took full effect,
my dad was full sized, a former power lifter and football player, but he never
stood a chance when I challenged him to an arm wrestling match, could you
imagine it, Jeremy, I was only 2'3, couldn't have weighed 35 pounds at the
time, my dad was 6'4 300 pounds of muscle, and I knew he was still a very
strong man, but my tiny hand pulled both his arms, yes I told him to use both
arms against me, and at 5 I overpowered his much, much bigger body like it was
nothing." As she said this, she was flexing a huge bicep, one that may have
been as big as her own head! "My dad was actually proud of me for being so
strong, so he used the money he had gotten from playing football, combined
with the money my mom got from modeling and acting, and he got me a fully
stacked gym. From 6 years old to 10 years old, I used that gym 3 times a day,
2 hours at a time, lifting weights with one hand that my dad couldn't have
lifted with his whole body. Even at 10, I was probably stronger than the top 5
competitors of the World's Strongest Man put together, but when I went through
puberty, not only did my muscles explode, but my strength went off the charts.
At 14, I lifted a car over my head, at 16 I lifted that same car with only one
hand, at 18, I lifted a fully loaded greyhound bus overhead with just one
hand. It seems that no matter what I put my mind to, my strength eventually
accomplished it. These weights that you see before you are only the tip of the
proverbial iceberg, they don't even force me to use 5 percent of my total
power anymore."

She walked over to me, and said, "Let me demonstrate." With that, she put what
looked like 5 100 pound plates on each side of the bar, but of course since
they were 3 times denser than normal weights, I knew that each was 300 pounds.
then she put a 150 pound weight on each side to make the weight a total of
3500 pounds, or the equivalent weight of a medium sized car. She put one hand
in the middle of the hulking barbell, which weighed more than 40 times what
she weighed and started curling it like it weighed absolutely nothing to her.
She did it 500 times in her right hand, then did 500 with her left hand, of
course she never came close to achieving a pump with it, so she switched to
working out each individual finger. That's right, even her pinky was strong
enough to pick up the weight as heavy as a car! She did it with such ease, I'm
sure she could have done even twice the weight with twice as much, probably
even 3 times as much weight, even with the smallest finger on the smallest
hand I've ever seen any adult have. Her casual display of pinky strength blew
me away, but what she did next took me over the edge, as I sat on the bench,
my cock was very close to ripping out of my jeans and bringing about the
biggest orgasm I had ever had in my life.

She must have noticed this and was calculating just the right thing to put me
over the edge, she smiled at me then slowly extended what became the longest
freaking tongue I have seen ever! Not only was it long, but it was thick, and
freakily muscular, she brought it out of her mouth until it was at least 7
inches in length, then she wrapped the tip of her tongue around the middle of
the bar. I shouted, "No, no, that's not possible!" She winked at me and
nodded, then with just the power of her tongue, the 3500 pound bar, a full ton
and 3/4 was lifted off the rack! My body was racked with ecstasy as my 9
incher plowed through my jeans and exploded all over myself. It was without
doubt the most extreme cum I've ever had and I didn't have to touch myself
even once to achieve it. After I came down from the sexual high, I focused my
eyes on Marilyn again, who was standing there with her hands on her hips,
looking amused, her tongue straight out 6 inches with the 3500 pound barbell
still hanging from it. Then she started rolling the barbell in and out of her
mouth with just her tongue, the huge, heavy weight seemingly weightless to
what should be one of the weakest parts of her body. She did this seemingly
forever, looking down at my penis, which hadn't gone down yet, even after the
biggest orgasm I've ever had. Then when she had the barbell fully extended on
her tongue, she winked again at me, her tongue went down slightly, then went
up a little and the barbell flew off of it 5 feet into the air, she caught it
on her tongue and flicked it up 10 feet the next time. God, I was coming
again! The fact that she was tossing a barbell that weighed almost 2 tons with
her tongue like you or I would toss a tennis ball with our hand, well how
could I possibly not at the sight of that? I had my eyes closed when I heard
her sweet little giggle, and in a sexy, throaty voice I heard her say "Boy,
you're easy, had I known you liked my strength that much, I would have shown
you a higher percentage, what I just did, with my tongue, that wasn't even
using 10 percent of the total strength in my tongue."

I was totally worn out, I tried to get up, but my legs couldn't hold me, I
could feel her arms grip me under my knees and my lower back, she picked me up
in a cradle carry. "Well, honey, looks like you and your little friend need
your rest. Just to let you know, I tested the power in my tongue when I was
only 7 years old, at 11 years old I had a tug of war against my dad with it,
and won. At 19, I lifted my first car with it, could you imagine, it was
smaller, only 2500 pounds, but it was incredible to even see, someone my size,
lifting a whole car with nothing but their own tongue. As you can see, I've
been keeping up with it." I was weak, but able to speak, "How much weight can
you lift with your tongue?" She smiled as she shook her head, "uh ungh,
sweetie, you need your rest, I'll show you really soon, after you get your
strength back, suffice to say, what you saw today was nothing, and let's leave
it at that." I nodded and slowly fell to sleep as I was comforted in her
strong arms. To be continued.