Fit Girl Dominates Fat Girl
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Slender, athletic woman takes down corpulent bitch


When the young, bubbly new girl, what was her name - Kim, that was it - first
started working at the beauty supply store, Josie hadn't really paid much
attention. Although she owned the company, Josie put little energy into it and
even less as far as putting in time at the store itself. As the only child,
she had inherited the business, along with several million dollars, from her
late mother.

A work ethic was, apparently, one of those things that either wasn't passed
down genetically, or skipped a generation. In contrast to her hard-working
mother, Josie was lazy and spoiled, having grown up with many frivolous
material goods from her mother's money. In addition, because of her fondness
for fast food and all-you-can-eat buffets, and aversion to exercise, she was
also severely obese.

Josie preferred to just "let the business run itself," as she liked to say,
which in reality meant that Christopher, the manager, actually ran the
business, including taking care of all the hiring and firing. Josie just
wanted to sit back and live large (pun intended) on her inheritance.

Kim had recently graduated from high school. After hearing all the horror
stories about college graduates with huge amounts of student loan debt and
liberal arts degrees that weren't worth the paper they were printed on, she
had elected to avoid that particular path and instead work towards becoming a
certified personal trainer. She had always been into sports and fitness,
having been a three-sport varsity athlete (soccer, softball, and gymnastics)
in high school. To keep up with her expenses, she had taken this job as a
cashier at the beauty supply store.

Josie took a cursory look around the store, glancing at the faces of her
employees, some familiar, some not. Turnover was high, but she didn't care.
Not her problem, she thought. She then headed for the offices in the back.
Christopher dutifully handed her the sales figures, as he had learned to do
each time she visited.

"It seems our sales are down 6 percent from the month before," she said with a
scowl.

"September is traditionally a slow month. Business will pick up as we get
closer to the holidays," Christopher replied.

"Yes, well, just make sure it does, okay?" Josie closed the binder and handed
it back to him. "I'm leaving." Christopher watched her go, then sighed as soon
as she was gone.

Josie waddled out to the parking lot and got into her Mercedes-Benz S-Class
sedan. Whenever she felt insecure, which was often, she would go for a drive
or just go out and look at the car. It always made her feel better. Starting
the engine, she headed to the nearest buffet for their all-you-can-eat lunch
special.

* * *

THREE MONTHS LATER

Josie sighed as she parked her Mercedes in front of the store. Three months
was a long time between visits, even for her, but she had been busy with
important things like luxury vacations and Big Macs. Just a quick visit to
make sure that everything at the business was pretty much the same, then she
could get on with shopping for a new 65-inch TV to replace the 55-inch one
that she now thought was too small.

After doing her quick check through the store itself, Josie headed for the
rear to check up with Christopher. Suddenly, she stopped short. In one of the
offices, she saw that new girl - Kelly? Kira? She couldn't remember. But
whatever her name was, she was now dressed in a tasteful knee-length black
skirt, knee-high black leather boots, and long-sleeved white top instead of
the unflattering khaki pants and polo shirt that grunt-level employees were
required to wear. In addition, the girl was going through various accounting
files that were supposed to be accessible only by managers.

Josie marched straight to Christopher's office. "What's Kate doing in there?"
she demanded.

"Kate? You mean Kim?"

"Yes. Whatever."

"Oh, I promoted Kim to assistant manager. She's helping me out with some
number crunching right now."

Josie scowled. "How old is she?"

"She just turned nineteen."

"And you think she's qualified to be an assistant manager?"

"Well, yes. She's improved our sales greatly - she knows how to upsell without
coming across as too pushy. She's very smart, picks up new things quickly,
good with numbers. And I need the help."

Josie said nothing, simply continuing to scowl.

"Would you like to see the sales figures? I think you'll like what you see."

"If they're up, that's good. Whatever. Just carry on," she said with a
dismissive wave of her hand. She exited the manager's office and turned to
leave, but then, struck by a second thought, headed back down the hall to
where Kim was working.

Josie stared at the younger woman through the indoor glass window to her
office. Kim was very beautiful, with long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and
deeply tanned skin. She looked to be about 5'6" and 125 pounds, with a slender
but muscular build. Despite her modest outfit, her athletic figure was still
apparent, as was the outline of her firm 34C tits. Josie felt herself growing
red and green with anger and jealousy as she remembered how much her own
breasts sagged.

Josie looked at her reflection in a mirror in the hall. At 5'2" and 250
pounds, she was morbidly obese. Her short black hair, currently dyed with
streaks of purple, was its usual mess, her pale skin was blotchy, and even the
expensive designer clothes that she always wore weren't helping her appearance
or her ego. Although at least the long legs of her pantsuit were covering up
her cankles. She made a mental note to have one of the workers take the mirror
down.

As Josie turned her attention back to Kim, she saw her go over to the water
cooler, remove the empty jug, and effortlessly put a new, full five-gallon jug
in place. The scowl on Josie's face deepened. She had never been able to lift
those big jugs, and to see a woman who was literally half her weight do it
with no trouble was really getting to her.

Kim rolled up her sleeve, revealing a feminine but defined and tanned forearm
with visible veins, and looked at the shiny silver man's watch that hung
slightly loose on her slender wrist. She began heading for the door. Josie
looked around in panic for something to hide behind. Realizing that she was
too big to successfully conceal herself behind anything there, she waddled as
quickly as she could towards the store.

"I'm going to head out to Marvin's Marvelous Burgers to pick up some lunch,"
Josie heard Kim tell Christopher. "I've been craving a bacon cheeseburger and
French fries. You want anything?"

"No, thanks. I brought my own grub," came Christopher's voice.

"All right. I'll be back in a bit." The sound of Kim's boots receded down the
hall. Josie felt her envy reaching a boiling point. This girl was going to
have a bacon cheeseburger and French fries for lunch, and she STILL had that
amazing figure?! It wasn't fair!

If Josie had been the kind of boss who bothered to actually show up to her own
company every day, she would have known that Kim usually had a salad for
lunch. And if Josie had bothered to get to know Kim and make friendly
conversation with her, she would have learned that Kim was careful about
counting calories and made sure to do extra workouts to make up for any
unhealthy food she ate. But Josie didn't bother. So she didn't know.

Josie was now determined to kick Kim out of there. She could simply fire her,
of course, but she remembered all the positive things Christopher had said
about her. She didn't want him making any kind of fuss. He was the only one
who knew all the little details about running the business, and she needed
him. No, she would have to come up with a plan.

She went over to her large office and unlocked the door. Since she was hardly
ever there, it was mostly a waste of space, as it was the largest room in the
building aside from the actual store floor. But she was the boss, so of course
she had to have the largest office, even if she never really used it. She
plopped into the luxurious executive chair (she made sure to buy only sturdy,
expensive ones for her office now after breaking several cheaper chairs)
behind the large mahogany desk and began plotting.

* * *

Josie knocked on the door of the manager's office. "Hey, Chris. Why don't you
take off early today? I'll handle locking up."

Christopher looked up in surprise. "Are you sure? You never..."

"Oh, you work so hard. You deserve a break. I'll take care of everything."

"If you say so, I guess. Thanks."

After Christopher had left, Josie cackled evilly to herself. Yes, she
certainly would take care of everything. None of the other employees were
allowed back here. Nobody could spoil this. She then headed out to the store
floor to get what she needed for the next part of her plan.

Returning to the back, Josie watched Kim from the hall, her jealousy rising
again as the fit blonde chowed down on her burger and fries. The
delicious-smelling aroma of the greasy food made Josie's stomach growl. She
hurried back to her office, picked up the phone, and ordered a large meat
lover's pizza with extra cheese and a two-liter bottle of Pepsi for herself.
When the food arrived, she dove into it greedily.

As Josie finished off the last slice of pizza, she heard the sound she had
been waiting for. Kim's bootsteps headed down the hall and into the ladies'
room. With a malicious grin, Josie slipped into Kim's office, did what she had
to do, and waddled back out. When the younger girl came out of the bathroom,
Josie suddenly felt a stirring in her bowels and ran for the ladies' room
herself.

* * *

At six, when the store closed, Josie made sure that all the other employees
had left, then locked the front door. Kim was still working in her office.
Josie smirked. This was perfect.

The fat woman knocked on the blonde's door. "Excuse me, Kim. I need to talk to
you."

She opened it. "Of course. Come in. How can I help you?"

"There's some money missing from the cash register. I'm afraid I'll have to
look in your purse."

"Missing?! And you think I...Really? Well, go right ahead and look. I have
nothing to hide." Kim handed over her purse to the older woman.

Josie smirked in triumph. "Well, we'll just see about that." As she rummaged
through the purse, her smirk slowly turned to a frown.

"If you're looking for the money you slipped in there trying to frame me for
stealing, I already put it back in the cash register," Kim suddenly said,
calmly.

Josie froze, all the color draining out of her face. "WHAT?! But how did
you..."

"Do you think I'm dumb because I'm blonde? Because I'm young? Because I'm
pretty? As soon as I saw you spying on me from the hall - yeah, I saw you,
you're too fat to hide - I figured something was up. And when I heard your
lazy ass offer to lock up and tell Chris to go home early, I KNEW you were up
to something. You NEVER offer to do work yourself if someone else can do it.
The FIRST thing I did when I got back from the ladies' room was check my
purse. And sho nuff, I found the green. You thought you would get me in
trouble? Now YOU'RE the one who's going to be in trouble."

Josie became arrogant and angry again. "Not likely, bitch. You have no proof."

"Oh, don't I?" Kim held up a portable memory drive. "When you were in the
bathroom having your long, awful, and very loud shit, which, by the way, was
loud enough for all the employees to hear and make fun of, I snuck into your
office, got onto your computer because you were dumb enough to have a little
slip of paper with your password in a drawer, found the security videos that
show you taking the money from the register and putting it in my purse, and
downloaded them to a flash drive."

Josie suddenly snatched the drive out of Kim's hand. "HA HA!" She attempted to
snap the device in half, but found herself lacking the strength.

"Maybe your fat ass should just sit on it. That'd probably work." Kim
snickered as Josie hung her head in humiliation. "Or I could just do it."
Before Josie could react, Kim had taken the drive back. With a grunt, she
snapped it in two, the muscles in her forearms visible rippling even
underneath her long sleeves.

"Dammit, how are you strong enough to...Wait a minute."

"Ah, the wheels are slowly turning in your pea brain," Kim smirked. "Why is
she destroying it? Well, that wasn't the drive with the security video. DUH. I
put THAT in a safe place. This was just a blank memory drive."

Sweat dripped down Josie's face. She had just been pwn3d, hard, and as she
slowly realized just how deep she was in it, an icy chill began running down
her spine. "Please!" she begged. "I'll give you fifty thousand dollars if you
don't call the cops!"

Kim rolled her blue eyes. "First you insult my integrity by trying to frame me
for stealing, and now you insult it even further with a bribe?"

"A hundred thousand! Please!"

Kim simply crossed her slender arms across her chest.

Josie began snarling and spitting like a cornered animal. In desperation, she
snatched a letter opener from the desk and pointed it at Kim. "You had your
chance to walk away from this with money. Now I'm going to have to take care
of you for good, you skinny bitch."

Kim, although filled with fear at this sudden turn of events, didn't panic.
Instead, she rolled up her sleeves and raised her fists.

Josie charged her with the letter opener. Kim waited until just the right
moment, then suddenly sidestepped and smashed her elbow into the side of the
fat woman's fat head. As Josie stood there, stunned, the slim blonde kicked
the letter opener away, then kicked her opponent in the face with her big
black boot, releasing a spray of blood.

"You cunt." Josie took a swing at Kim, who dodged it easily and popped the
rotund woman right in the nose, breaking it with a well-aimed fist. She
followed that up with a punch to Josie's left eye, turning it black.

"That all you got, fatass?" Kim smirked. "Maybe eating a whole fucking large
pizza by yourself isn't the best thing to do before a fight."

"Anorexic bitch! I'll show you!" Josie swung a punch at Kim's stomach. Seeing
it coming, the blonde tensed her abs. Josie screamed in pain as her fist
bounced off the muscle-plated wall.

"Here's how to work the abs," taunted Kim. She smashed her fists into her
victim's massive, fat gut four times in rapid succession, eliciting a louder
shriek each time. She then rammed her knee into Josie's stomach. The obese
woman doubled over, then began vomiting up her half-digested pizza. Kim handed
her a trash can, waited for her to finish puking into it, then kicked her hard
in the chest, knocking her down.

Josie had had enough. This skinny little girl half her weight was
womanhandling her with no effort at all. The corpulent woman stumbled to her
feet and began running away down the hall.

As she ran (or, more accurately, half ran and half waddled), Josie heard a
strange, rhythmic noise following her. It sounded a lot different than a
running person would sound. Turning around, she saw that Kim was chasing her
by doing a series of back handsprings down the hall towards her, hands and
feet methodically alternating on the floor. Josie tried to increase her speed,
but Kim steadily closed the distance between them, still elegantly
backflipping like a pro-gymnast. A few seconds later, she crashed into the
bigger woman, knocking her down. Josie wheezed, out of breath, as Kim stood
over her dominantly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," the slender blonde mocked her opponent. "Can't even run
twenty yards without getting out of breath. Have you ever seen the inside of a
gym? It's kind of like the inside of a McDonald's, except it has weights and
machines instead of tables and a big picture menu," she explained helpfully.

"Skinny slut," growled Josie. "You're just jealous of a Real Womyn With Curves
like me..."

Kim removed her top. She wasn't wearing a bra and her firm, perky 34C tits,
tanned the same golden brown as the rest of her skin, were fully exposed,
along with her steel-hard six-pack abs. Her upper arms were toned enough that
muscle definition was visible even when she wasn't flexing. She shook her
breasts, then lifted her skirt, wiggling her round, muscular, underwear-clad
ass. "THESE are curves. 25 inch waist, 35 inch hips, baby. What you have are
just rolls of fat."

Josie spat in fury. Getting to her hands and knees, she lunged at the smaller
girl with her mouth wide open. Kim did a standing back handspring to avoid the
attack. "Whoa! Don't eat me!"

Blind with rage, Josie staggered to her feet and charged, hoping to simply
crush the petite blonde underneath her. But Kim was far too quick for her. She
kicked her booted foot into Josie's fat gut. The land whale folded in the
middle. Kim then did a cartwheel kick, striking Josie in the face and knocking
her to the floor again. With a final kick to the head, Kim knocked her
opponent out cold.

Kim felt her heart rate slowly return to normal as she stood over the
vanquished fatso. She had done it! She had never felt more powerful. She
reached into her skirt pocket to take out her cell phone to call the police,
then suddenly paused.

What would happen if she chose that path? Josie would go to jail, yes, but she
would get out on bail pretty quick. She had enough money to make any amount
the judge would set. And she had enough money to hire thugs to come after her.

All her life, Kim had been a good girl. She had been told to study hard, obey
her teachers, and get into a good college, and if she did all that she would
become successful and have a happy life. Or would she?

She had already realized that college, with the exception of the hard
sciences, was actually a path to debt and emptiness. If she had been lied to
about one thing, wasn't it possible that she had been lied to about
everything? What good would following the rules do when she was faced with an
opponent who was rich enough to ignore the rules?

She remembered the rush that had flowed through her as her big black boot had
crashed into Josie's fat head and knocked that bitch the fuck out. It was a
feeling she liked. It was a feeling she wanted more of.

She put her phone away.

* * *

Josie opened her eyes. Looking around, she saw that she was in her own office.
She felt a cold draft and looked down, suddenly realizing that she was
completely naked.

"Christ, your fat ass smelled like the hippo exhibit at the zoo while I was
undressing you," came a voice. "I should get hazard pay for that."

Josie whirled and saw Kim standing behind her. The athletic blonde was still
topless in her skirt and boots. She picked up a pencil from the desk and put
it underneath her right breast. She let it go and the pencil fell down. "Looks
like I pass the pencil test," she remarked casually. "Won't even bother trying
it on your udders. We both already know what the result would be."

Josie tried to take deep breaths. "Keep calm," she thought. "The bitch has
probably called the cops. I have money. I can get out on bail. I can get a
good lawyer. I can get off on a technicality or something."

"Won't be no technicalities here."

"WHAT?! How did you know what I was think..."

"You said that last part out loud, dumbass. And I didn't call the cops. It's
just you and me...fat cunt."

Josie began quivering in terror. Kim smiled. "Fear. I'm finding that I kind of
like the smell." She strolled around her victim dominantly, like a lioness
that had trapped a rat in her den. She wasn't going to leave any doubt that
she was in charge.

Kim casually tapped Josie's computer. "By the way, while you were out, I went
into the security feeds on here. I deleted the footage of me chasing you,
knocking you out, and dragging you in here. And of course I turned off the
camera in this room. But I kept the part with you threatening me with the
letter opener and charging me. Ah, security cameras. People put so much faith
in them, but they're so unreliable. Always go off at the most inconvenient
times. You never know what they're going to show or not show." She chuckled.
Then her look turned dead serious and her bright blue eyes became icy.

She faced Josie again, holding an object in her right hand. The fat woman's
beady eyes went big as she recognized it. It was the letter opener.

"All my life, I've been a good girl. All my life, I've worked my ass off. All
my life, I've played by the rules. And look where it's gotten me. I'm the
subordinate, while a fat, lazy, spoiled rich bitch like you is the boss. Well,
no more," whispered Kim. "The game is rigged. It's time for a new set of
rules."

"Please..." whimpered Josie. "I'm sorry for everyth..."

Kim kicked her in the side with her big black boot and was rewarded with a
satisfying CRACK as one of her victim's ribs broke. "No. You're just sorry you
got caught."

"Turn over," Kim ordered in a low voice. When Josie hesitated, Kim drew back
her boot again and that was all it took for Josie to instantly obey her. She
positioned herself on the floor of her own office on her hands and knees,
looking like a beached whale, her flabby ass pointing vulnerably into the air.
The land whale found herself crying. How could it have come to this? Just a
couple of hours ago she was the unquestioned alpha bitch of this company,
fully in control of her own destiny. Now, she was just someone else's bitch.

Kim slowly made her way behind her victim, letting the sound of each bootstep
echo in the large office. She stopped directly behind her. "Have you ever been
penetrated up the ass?" the blonde whispered.

Josie's bladder and bowels both involuntarily emptied. Kim whispered again. "I
sharpened this while you were unconscious."

The blubbery woman became a blubbering wreck of terror. "Please no don't do
this please please please I'm begging you please don't rape me up the ass with
the letter opener please I'll do anything please I'll give you anything you
want please please please I'll be your slave for life please..."

"One chance," Kim said. "You're going to give me EVERYTHING. All your money,
your house, your car, everything. Then you're going to sell this whole company
to me for one dollar. And you're going to keep your promise to be my slave for
life. If you fail at ANY of this...well, sticking a letter opener up your ass
won't even be the worst thing I do to you."

"Yes, Mistress Kim! I'll do it! I'll do it all! Thank you for sparing me!"

"Lick my boots," Kim ordered. Josie obeyed, frantically licking away.

"Quit getting your slobber all over my nice boots. Lick your own shit off the
floor."

Again Josie obeyed without hesitation, gagging but still licking up her own
feces.

Kim smiled sadistically. Now it was time for the final test. "Go to the
ladies' room, wash that filthy shit out of your filthy mouth, and report back
here."

"Yes, Mistress Kim!" Josie leapt up like an obedient soldier and waddled out
of the office as fast as she could. Kim went to the doorway, watching,
waiting, the letter opener ready in her hand. This was it. Would she run when
she had the chance to?

The bathroom door opened. Footsteps came. Closer. Louder. Josie appeared in
the doorway and immediately dropped to her knees at Kim's booted feet.

The blonde vixen smiled in triumph. She had done it. She had broken her. Now,
she owned her.

In a way, she should thank this fat cunt, she thought. Josie had awakened the
dark side in Kim that had lain dormant all these years. She was a dominant
alpha bitch now. And she was never going back.

She thought about where to go from here.

The possibilities were endless.

THE END

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