The Revenge of the Fat Girl: Part 3
by M.C.
Randi takes on the toughest boy in school and ends her fantastic day on a *high* note.


Authors note: A number of people have mentioned to me that the name of the
heroine in this series should be spelt "Randi" instead of "Randy", the former
being the correct way to spell the feminine form of the name. I will,
therefore, heed their advice.

All of the athletes that were working out in the men's weight room
stopped what they were doing and stared in stunned silence at what was
probably the strangest sight any of them had ever seen."Hi guys," the large,
muscular girl casually said as she entered the male domain of testosterone;
calmly dragging the six cheerleaders by their hair behind her."Can anybody
here please tell me where I can find Timothy Morgan? I have a score to settle
with him."

"He should be here in a few minutes," one of the boys managed to say.

"O.K. then, I'll just lift some weights until he gets here."

Randi led the girls over to one of the corners and forced them to sit
down."You will  remain here until I tell you otherwise," she said
sternly."Leave without my permission and I'll spank you again." Then, turning
back to the surprised boys, the six-foot, 230 pound girl flashed her prettiest
smile and asked,"so, whose the strongest guy here?"

"I guess I am," a large, 245 pound offensive right tackle said,"since Tim
hasn't arrived yet."

"I remember you. We *met* in the hallway this morning; tee, hee, hee. So, how
much can you lift Greg?"

"I can bench press 350 pounds."

Randi walked over to a barbell that appeared to weigh around 250 pounds."While
I'm waiting for Tim, let's you and I have a little weightlifting contest. O.K.
Greg? You go first." Although Randi wasn't speaking to him in a threatening
manner, there was something about the way this large girl conducted herself
that demanded compliance.  Perhaps it was her tone of voice, or the air of
supreme confidence she seemed to have in herself. Or maybe it was those 17
inch biceps and massive thighs. Whatever it was, when the powerful
brunette said to Greg 'you go first'...he went first.

Greg assumed his position on the bench and grabbed the barbell above him
firmly with both hands. Randi stood near-by to help him if he needed
it. Slowly, he raised the bar off the stand and began.
1...2...3...4...5...Greg began to struggle now, 6...7...8. When he lowered the
barbell for the ninth time he couldn't raise it up so Randi lent her
assistance and helped him return it to the stand. "We'll call that eight and a
half," she giggled,"now it's my turn."

After helping Greg up off the bench, Randi laid down and let her long,
beautiful brown hair fall to the floor. She reached up, grabbed the bar and
began to lower and raise it  with surprising ease; calling out the number of
lifts as she did."1...2...3...4...5...6...7...
8...9...10...11...12...13...14...and 15!  Well, that was fun," she laughed as
she returned the bar to it's stand. Her laughing was the only sound that could
be heard in the weight room; all the boys just stood there in shock. Then they
heard another sound, that of the weight room door opening; Tim Morgan had
arrived.

"Well hello there Timmy," Randi said as she rose from the bench," I've been
waiting for you."

"Nobody calls me Timmy," the huge boy growled,"I hate that name!"

"Well, I hated to be called fatso Timmy, but that didn't stop you and Shana
from calling me that every chance you got. And when poor Steven politely asked
you to stop, you beat him up. So now Timmy, I'm going to return the favor."
Randi bravely began to walk towards the six-foot five inch, 275 pound football
star; smashing her right fist hard into her left palm as she did. "By the
time I'm through with you, you're going to regret ever laying a finger on my
kind, sweet friend; you big bully."

It was then that Tim noticed Shana and the other cheerleaders sitting in the
corner. "What in the hell are they doing here?"

"I invited them Timmy; they're here to watch your demise."

"She beat us all up and spanked us Tim," Shana cried out."Then we
were humiliated when she dragged us over here by our hair - through the entire
campus. When word of this gets out we'll be the laughingstock of the entire
school. Kill that Bitch!"

"Bitch? Bitch? My, my Shana, what language. You've just earned yourself
another spanking - after I take care of Timmy that is." The powerful girl
then turned her attention back to the biggest, strongest, and most feared boy
in school. "O.K. tough guy, are you ready to rumble? Let's get it on."

Despite giving up five inches in height and 45 pounds in weight, Randi showed
no outward sign of fear as she closed in on Tim. In fact, she had a smile on
her beautiful face which seemed to say,"I'm really going to enjoy kicking your
ass." Tim, for his part, found himself in a very awkward situation. He was
being publically challenged to a fight - by a girl! Not only in front of all
his football buddies but his girlfriend as well; whom Randi had humiliated.
Both his pride and reputation were at stake. Girl or no girl, Tim had no
choice but fight her; and fight her he would.

Hoping to end this farce quickly, the massive boy threw a hard punch at Randi
which, unfortunately for him, she easily ducked under. She then threw a hard
punch of her own which connected solidly on his jaw; snapping his head back.
Another punch into his unprotected stomach quickly followed by an uppercut
to his jaw again and the strong girl sent Tim reeling backwards. He tripped
over a barbell lying on the floor and landed flat on his back. "You'd better
get used to being on the floor Timmy," Randi giggled,"because I'm going to put
you there a lot today."

"Like hell you will!" he screamed as he got to his feet. Furious, Tim charged
forward. As he was not a trained fighter, Tim's strategy - if you could call
it that - consisted of simply throwing hard punches in the hopes that one of
them would land. After all, when you're six-feet five inches tall and weigh
275 pounds, how many kids in high school can stand up to you? None; at least
not until now that is.

Remembering the advice Ruth Walker (her martial arts instructor over the
summer) gave her, Randi decided not to meet his attack head on but rather to
fight on the defensive. She would wait for her large opponent to make a
mistake and, when he did, she would strike. It wasn't long before Tim gave her
the chance she was looking for. Wham! Pow! Smash! Three solid punches from the
powerful girl after she again ducked under his wild right hook stopped Tim in
his tracks. A hard kick to the jaw and he was sent on his back again."Like I
said Timmy, you'd better get used to being there; tee, hee, hee."

As Tim was taking longer to rise this time Randi had a few free moments. She
gazed at her reflection in the weight room mirror and thought about how the
physical changes she underwent over the summer affected her psychological
outlook. It was only three months earlier that Randi weighed 310 pounds,
hated her appearance and had no self- confidence. Now, she possessed
a beautiful, strong 230 pound body and felt absolutely  fantastic
about herself. On her very first day back at school she won the starting spot
as the center on the women's basketball team, avenged the two years of
humiliation she had to endure at the hands of Shana and her cheerleaders and
was in the process of beating up the toughest boy in school for hurting her
good friend Steve. What a difference three months can make! Randi notice in
the mirror that Tim had gotten to his feet and was coming at her. "Oh goodie,
ready for some more Timmy?"

This time she did meet his attack head on. A furious exchange of punches then
ensued between the huge, angry boy and the beautiful brunette. Tim did manage
to hit Randi with some glancing blows, but none of them seemed to have any
effect on her. Randi's punches, on the other hand, did. Blood soon began
to pour out of Tim's nose and his lip was swelling. After Randi caught him
with a solid right cross to his left eye, it began to close. All the
cheerleaders and football players watched in amazement as the powerful, 230
pound girl began to give their hero the beating of his life; laughing and
teasing him as  she did." So this is the great Timothy Morgan; the biggest,
strongest, most feared boy in school? I'm disappointed in you Timmy; very
disappointed. I expected you to give me a much tougher time than this.You do
make a good punching bag though; tee, hee, hee."

Randi backed Tim into a corner and began to hammer away at him with her mighty
fists. He was barely able to defend himself."You're bullying days are over
tough guy. From now I'm going to see to it that you behave yourself." The
humiliation of being battered to a pulp by a girl in front of
his teammates and girlfriend proved to be too much for the once proud star
athlete; Tim began to cry. Randi grabbed the now helpless boy firmly by the
shirt and  cocked back her right fist. "This one's for Steve," she said as she
prepared to smash her fist hard into his already mangled face. She would have
hit him too, had not a familiar voice behind her said,"Randi, please don't hit
him again; he's had enough."

"Why Steve, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to find out how your tryout for the basketball team went so I hung
around the school. When I went to the women's gym to look for you, you weren't
there. I asked one of the girls where you might be and she said she saw
you heading off in this direction; dragging all the cheerleaders by their hair
behind you. Randi, please stop beating up Tim."

"But he hurt you Steve, he must be punished."

"You've already punished him enough. Just look at him; he's a bloody mess.
Randi, you made the women's basketball team, got your revenge on Shana and the
other cheerleaders and beat Tim Morgan senseless; what more can you
possibly want today?"

There was a long pause before Randi smiled and said," just one more thing
Steve."

"What's that?"

"You, I want you. You were the only one that was nice to me all those years
when I was fat. You never teased me or said one bad thing about me. You're the
best friend I ever had and what's more...I love you. I've felt this way about
you for quite some time now but could never tell you because I was so fat. I
was afraid you'd reject my love (without even realizing it, Randi released her
grip on Tim and he collapsed to the floor, crying). Now that I'm not fat
anymore I want you to know how I really feel about you (she put her right foot
on Tim's chest and flexed her massive 17 inch biceps for all to see) and if
anyone ever hurts you again, they'll have to answer to me."

Steve walked up to Randi, put his arms around the mighty Amazon and gave her a
long, loving hug. "Oh Randi, you're incredible; totally awesome! I love you
too. Come, let's go home."

"In a few minutes Steve, there's one more thing I have to do." She walked over
to Shana and, for the third time, grabbed her by the hair."Bitch is it?" Randi
ignored Shana's pathetic cries and yanked her over to where her boyfriend lay.
She sat down on Tim's large chest, pulled Shana across her knee again and gave
her another good spanking. "Every time you speak to me disrespectfully I'm
goin to spank you Shana, like the naughty little girl you are." Randi got up
and placed the crying girl on top of her boyfriend." Don't they make a lovely
couple Steve? Mr.and Mrs.Crybaby; tee, hee, hee. Now we can go home sweetie
pie."

The two of them stepped over the wimpering forms of Tim and Shana. They walked
past the other chastized cheerleaders and headed for the exit. Randi stopped
in front of one of the football players."Thanks for that little weight lifting
contest Greg. Let me know when you're ready for a rematch." When she reached
the door, Randi paused and turned around. "Remember that old saying? It ain't
over until the fat girl sings." She then put her hands on her hips and began
to sing in her strong, alto-soprano voice:

"Well a hush fell over the weight room when Timmy came a boppin' in off the
street, and when the hurtin' was done the only part that wasn't bloody was the
soles of the big man's feet, he was hurt in 'bout a hundred places and was
shot in a couple more, you guys had better start singing a different kind of
story now I put big Tim on the floor.

You don't tug on superman's cape, you don't spit into the wind, you don't pull
the mask off the old Lone Ranger and you don't mess around with...Randi."

(O.K. So it was a very liberal interpretation of the late Jim Croche's song;
artistic license you know).

Epilogue: later that evening

Randi's day ended exactly the way it began, standing in front of the mirror in
her bedroom admiring her powerful, naked body. After years of being fat, it
was still  hard for her to believe that this awesome 230 muscular body were
really hers. Randi flexed her huge biceps again and recalled what this new
body of hers was capable of doing: almost flattening a large football lineman
when they accidently bumped into each other in the hallway, knocking a taller
and more experienced girl out of her starting position on the basketball team,
slapping around six girls without so much as working up a sweat and easily
beating up the strongest, toughest boy in school...all in a single day. The
beautiful brunette flexed her huge biceps again.

"You like what you see, don't you Randi?"

"Yes I do Steve, very much in fact." She smiled over at the boy she loved who
was sitting on her bed."Do you?"

"Yes Randi, I think you're body is fantastic."

She walked over to her dresser, picked up her hairbrush and sat down on the
bed in front of him."Here honey, why don't you be a dear and brush my hair; I
know you've always wanted to." She was right about that. Steve had always
loved Randi's long, beautiful brown hair that nearly reached her waist. Slowly
he began to move the brush down her hair; he found doing so to be very
erotic. Because he was also completely naked, Steve couldn't hide the erection
he was getting. "Oh Stevie," Randi giggled when she felt his sexual organ
brush up against her back," what's that you have there?" She reached back and
gently began to stroke his penis. Steve stopped brushing her hair and put his
arms around her, fondling her large, firm breasts. Randi began to slowly sway
from side to side, quietly moaning as the erotic feelings that she had
supressed inside herself for so long were now threatening to explode in a
display of irresistable female passion.

"Steve, did I mention to you that my parents are away and won't be back until
the day after tomorrow?"

"Yes you did Randi...twice in fact. Actually, this is the third time. Are you
giving me a hint or something?"

Randi reached over to the switch on the wall and shut off her bedroom light.
"Yes Stevie, that was a hint; and now I'm going to give you another one. Let's
see how smart you really are." Randi put her powerful arms around the only boy
she had ever loved and squished him into her massive breasts so hard that he
could barely breathe. She put her mouth close to his ear and softly
whispered," and if you need another hint Steve, I can squeeze much, much
harder." No further hints were necessary...