The Revenge of the Fat Girl: Part 1
by M.C.
An obese high school girl buffs up and seeks vengence on the students that teased her.


Randy Simpson smiled as she gazed into her bedroom mirror; she liked what
she saw. Although it had taken the 17year-old high school girl the entire
summer vacation to get her body to look this way, when she stared at her
reflection there was only one thought in her mind, it was worth every minute
of it. Randy proudly flexed her awesome 17inch biceps and, as she did so, all
the sweat, pain and hardship she had to endure during the last three months
vanished. She thought back to what she looked like in June, an obese,
six-foot, 310 pound girl; or 'fatso' as some of her not-so-nice fellow
students delighted in calling her.  Well, she certainly wasn't fat anymore
- big yes, but not fat.  After three long, hard months of rigorous
weightlifting and and intensive martial arts training, Randy Simpson succeeded
in losing some 80 pounds and turned much of the rest of her weight into
muscle. She was now a powerfully built, 230 pound female."Call me 'fatso' will
you," she said to herself as she continued to admire her new body in the
mirror,"well, we'll see about that."

Randy glanced over at the clock,  7:30 a.m.- time to get dressed and prepare
for her first day back at school after summer vacation. She was starting her
senior year now and, after enduring two years of constant teasing from some of
the other students, Randy vowed that this year would be different - this year
she would deal with them on her terms.  She put on her clothes and tied her
long, beautiful brown hair back into a ponytail. As  As Randy left her house
and began the 30 minute walk to the high school she attended,  she reflected
on the dramatic changes she had undergone over the summer.

Three months earlier...

"Mr. and Mrs. Simpson," the psychologist began,"you were quite right to bring
your daughter to me. She's in desperate need of help and I think I may have
just the thing for her." Dr. Shannon Thomas had been treating overweight high
school girls with low self-esteem (which, she believed, was the primary cause
of adolescence obesity) for quite some time now. Over the years she noticed
that when girls learn to feel good about themselves, they take better care of
their bodies. This summer she decided to put her theories on this subject into
practice by organizing a camp for overweight girls with low self-esteem.

The camp would run through the entire summer vacation and consist of very
strict physical workouts with professional trainers designed to strengthen the
girl's bodies, lectures on women's empowerment as well as personal
psychological guidance for each participant. It would not be easy and
certainly not fun (Dr. Thomas actually likened it to Marine boot camp), but
she felt that for the girls who succeeded in completeing the entire course, it
would forever alter their perception of themselves and thus change their
lives.

After carefully explaining all of the details to Randy and her parents, Dr.
Thomas looked at the huge girl sitting in front of her and asked,"well Randy,
are you game?"

After a long and reflective pause, the six foot, 310 pound, 17year-old girl
said,"yes Dr. Thomas, you can count me in."

"Well done Randy," the psychologist replied with a smile,"you've just cleared
your first hurdle; you want to change."

The next three months were the most difficult of Randy's life...and the most
rewarding. Shannon (she shed the Dr. Thomas title) did indeed run a tight ship
- and she definiately wasn't kidding about the 'Marine boot camp' reference
either. Every morning at five a.m. Jody, an ex-marine drill sergent, would
wake up the twenty girls and put them through an hour of intensive physical
exercise; push-ups, sit-ups, running an obstacle course...you name it, she did
it; and she didn't just ask the girls to do them, she made them do it.  It
didn't matter at first how well they did the exercises, just so long as they
did them, and Jody made sure they did.

After a short break for breakfast the girls would clean their rooms and the
surrounding area before heading off to the weight room for a two hour work-out
with Jody who was also a world class weight lifter. Randy, who had never in
her life touched a bar bell took to weightlifting like a fish to water; she
just couldn't get enough of it.

After their weightlifting session the girls showered and then attended a
series of lectures by Shannon or other experts on a variety of subjects; all
relating to women and how they can take control of events in their lives
rather than let those events take control of them. This was followed by lunch
and a short period of relaxation. Then in the early afternoon it began all
over again with the exercises.

Instead of weight training in the afternoon however, they recieved three hours
of intensive martial arts lessons from Ruth Walker, a fifth degree black belt
in Tae Kwon Do and a Ph.D. in women's studies. After a light dinner the girls
were given a choice, back to the weight room or more martial arts until nine
p.m. They then met with Shannon and her staff and discussed how they felt they
had improved themselves that day. At ten o'clock sharp they all went to sleep;
until five the following morning when it began all over again.

Day after day, week after week; the same schedule. Intensive as it was, only
two of the twenty girls dropped out. As the weeks went by, Randy (along with
all of the other girls that toughed it out) began to notice a dramatic change
was taking place; both in her body and in her perception of herself. Not only
was she losing weight - dropping from 310 pounds to 280 in the first two weeks
alone - but she was becoming stronger...much stronger! Four hours a day in the
weight room was making her lose fat and develope muscle and, as she grew
stronger (and thinner) Randy began to feel much better about herself. No
longer did she think of herself as a big, fat girl. Randy was beginning to
feel like a big,*strong* girl.

"You're making tremendous progress Randy," Shannon told her in one of their
private meetings (which she conducted with all the girls from time to
time),"I'm very proud of you. You've lost over 50 pounds so far and Jody says
your lifts are improving at a rate far faster than she ever expected. How do
you feel about yourself now?"

"Fantastic Shannon! Totally fantastic! I never thought I'd feel this way about
my body. It's so...so beautiful; and there's still a month to go."

"It's good to hear you say that Randy. You and the other girls have completely
justified my program. I think I'm going to make this an annual event.
Remember, if believe you can or can't accomplish something, you're usually
right."

In the remaining month Randy literally threw herself into both weightlifting
and martial arts with a vengence. A week before the camp ended, she bench
pressed 300 pounds and, on the second to last day, she shattered a brick with
her fist. In the three months at Shannon's camp, Randy not only lost 80
pounds, but completely transformed herself from an extremely overweight girl
lacking any self-confidence, into a strong, powerful woman, literally beaming
with pride.

"Hey Randy, wait up!"

A familiar voice brought Randy's thoughts back to the present. "Why hello
Steven," she said with a pleasent smile,"long time no see." Steven Walters
lived one block away from her and was the only boy she ever considered to be
her friend. In the more than ten years that she had known him, Steve had never
said one disparaging word to her; not about her weight or anything else. In
fact, although they weren't actually going steady, he was the only boy she had
ever dated; the only one she felt comfortable being around. He even tried to
stick up for her once when the schoolyard bully was teasing her; an event
which cost him a black eye and a bloody nose. Of all the people Randy knew,
Steve seemed to be the only one who could see beyond her obesity and into what
she was like inside.

"Where have you been all summer long Randy? I tried calling a few times but
your parents said you'd be away until right before school starts. I wondered
where..." As soon as he caught up to her Steve stopped talking in mid-sentence
and just stared up (Steve was a lightly built five feet-nine inches tall and
weighed around 170 pounds to Randy's six feet even and 230 pounds)."Randy,
what happened to you?"

The large girl smiled down at her friend for a few moments without saying a
word. "Oh," she finally began as casually as she could,"did you notice
anything different about me Steve?"

"Different? You've completely changed. You've lost weight.
You're...you're...different. What happened to you?" (Randy was wearing long
sleeves so Steve couldn't see her 17inch biceps - she was saving those for the
right time - and her equally impressive thighs and calves were
hidden underneath her jeans).

"It's the new me, what do you think?"

"It's...you're...you look so...so different. What happened?"

"That's a long story. I'll tell you everything that happened to me this past
summer but, as you can see, we're approaching our school so it will have to
wait." For some reason  Randy felt an uncontrolable urge to lean over and kiss
Steve on the cheek, something she had never done before.

"What was that for?" he asked, surprised.

"I'll tell you later honey (she'd never called him that before either), but we
don't have the time right now. We'd better hurry or we'll be late for our
first class." Randy took Steve by the hand and they crossed the street.

"Well, if it isn't the odd couple," they heard a sarcastic voice behind them
say as they entered the schoolyard. Without even turning around Randy knew the
voice belonged to Shana, the head cheerleader and Randy's chief antagonist.
For years the attractive girl had been a thorn in Randy's side, always teasing
her about her size and even getting many of the other students to go along.
Randy never really understood what made Shana so antagonistic towards her. She
seemed to have everything Randy wanted in life: great looks, popularity and
boyfriends galore; so why pick on her?

"Just ignore her Steve," Randy said quietly," I'll deal with Shana later."

"What do you mean *deal* with her?"

"Oh, I have an idea," she answered. She winked at Steve as they entered their
first class of the new school year.

Throughout that morning Randy couldn't help but notice the stares she was
receiving from many of the other students as she walked through the halls.
Though they knew she was very large, there seemed to be something different
about her. Something had changed but they couldn't quite put their finger on
what it was. Randy knew what it was of course and it gave her a very good
feeling inside; especially after one of the linemen on the football team
accidently bumped into her head-on as he was rushing to his class - and was
knocked back several feet. "Ooopsie, sorry about that Greg," she giggled at
the stunned boy.

Things seemed to be going very well for her that day, until lunch time rolled
around. "Just what in the hell makes you think you have the right to sit here
fatso," Shana said contemptuously when Randy and Steve sat down at a table
near where the cheerleaders were eating," this is the area for attractive
people." When she said this, the other cheerleaders began to laugh. Steve
started to get up but Randy reached over and gently grabbed his arm. "It's
O.K. honey, we have as much right to eat here as anybody else. The last time I
checked we were still living in a democracy." She gave Shana and her friends a
long, hard look; the kind of look that she'd never have had the courage to
give them three months before. "Shana, I think you and I are going to have to
have a serious *discussion* someday."

"Are you threatening me fatso?"

"Well, let's just say I'll be paying you a visit soon."

"Oh, I'm really scared now. Have you forgotten who my boyfriend is? And what
he did to that nerdy friend of yours last year?"

Randy looked over at Steve and calmly said,"no Shana, I haven't forgotten.
I'll be paying him a visit too."

"Randy, what are you saying?" Steve asked.

She smiled at him and replied,"let's just say there have been a few changes in
me over the summer."

"Like what?"

"Like these for example." Randy rose from her seat and removed her long sleeve
shirt, revealing, for the first time, her massive arms. Her mid-rift was also
bare, showing her  washboard stomach for all to see. She then flexed her
17inch biceps. Staring down at the stunned cheerleaders, she smiled,"like I
said Shana, I'll be paying you a visit soon; you and I have a score or two to
settle." Having finished their lunch, Randy and Steve got up to leave.

"So, you've changed from being a fat tub of lard into a musclebound freak,"
Shana called out after them,"big fucking deal."

Randy's only responce was to point her hand - shaped like a pistol - at Shana
and her friends and pretend to shoot. After they left the lunchroom Randy
turned to her surprised friend and asked,"well Stevie, what do you think of
the new me?"

"Randy, you...your...awesome; totally awesome!"

Randy smiled. She didn't care what anybody else though about her new look, but
she was a bit apprehensive about what Steve's reaction would be. He'd been her
only true friend during her difficult years and the last thing she wanted to
do was to alienate him. His acceptance of her now was all the approval that
she needed.

"But Randy, do you really think it was wise to threaten Shana like that? After
all, you know who her boyfriend is."

"Yes Steve, I know. I also know what he did to you last year when you tried to
stick up for me. Well this year things are going to be different; that's a
promise. And as for Shana, that pompous bitch has gone out of her way to make
my life miserable for the past two years and ( SMACK! - Randy punched her
right fist hard into her left palm; the sound reverberated throughout the
hallway when she did so) I think it's payback time... for both her and her
boyfriend."

They reached the gym where they'd have to part. Shannon and her staff had
encouraged Randy to try out for sports when the school year began, something
that she had never done before. So she decided to try out for the women's
basketball team (a six foot, 230 pound muscular girl might make a very
effective center). If she was successful, then in the spring she could try her
hand at track and field; most likely the shot put and/or the discus and
javelin throws.

"I don't know how long this tryout will take Steve so please don't wait for
me. I'll stop by  your house on my way home from school later this afternoon
and we can talk."

"O.K. Randy and good luck with the tryout."

For the second time that day, the large, powerful girl leaned over and kissed
him; only this time on the lips. "Thanks Steve," she said as she walked off.

"Thanks? For what?"

"For being my friend," Randy said over her shoulder as she entered the women's
gym.

End of part one