The Revenge of the Fat Girl: Part 4
by M.C.
Randi uses her new found strength to bring order to her high school and reveals to her boyfriend a deep secret about herself.

"Ginger, where's Randi?" I asked the staturesque blond standing near the
entrance of the women's basketball court. "Has she left already?"

"No Steve," she replied." Randi said to tell you that she had some business to
take care of and, if you want, you could wait for her here and she'll walk
home with you."

"Business? Oh, you mean..." The look on her face when I said this indicated to
me that I was on the right track. "Uh, and where is she conducting this
*business*?"

"I'm not sure Steve, but you might check out the parking lot in back of the
gym."

"Will do Ginger, and thanks." Business? (I just love Randi's euphemisms). I
walked behind the gym and looked around. SMACK! I heard an all-too-familiar
sound coming from an isolated corner of the parking lot. As I approached, I
heard another. POW! And then, WHACK!  A large boy came flying out from behind
a SUV and landed on the asphalt; he didn't get up. "Randi?" I called out.

"I'm over here Stevie." WHAM!  SMASH!  PUNCH! Another equally large boy crash
landed near the first; in pretty much the same condition. I peeked behind the
auto and saw a scene that would have amazed me a few weeks ago but seemed down
right commonplace now. There was my powerful, beautiful girlfriend holding two
more boys up by their shirt collars against the SUV - the one in her right
hand was almost completely off the ground. Randi had her long, beautiful brown
hair in a braid with a pretty pink ribbon tied on the end of it. "I'll be with
you in a minute honey," she said in the sweet voice she always used when
speaking to me,"just as soon as I've finished  with these *gentlemen*."

She turned back to them and, in a stern voice said,"all right boys, I
understand you and your friends are running a nice little extortion operation
here in school - threatening the weaker students with beatings unless they
give you money. Well, I'm putting you boys out of business as of right now. If
you need money so badly, get jobs." I watched in awe as Randi then bonked
their heads together several times, then told the barely conscious boys,"I'll
expect you to return all of the money you've already taken to their rightful
owners by Friday...or else!" She banged their heads together one last time
before releasing them; they both slumped to the ground. "Well, that's that."
She looked down at my trousers and smiled...but said nothing.

Randi walked over to where I was standing and took my hand."Come honey-bunny
(it never ceases to amazed me how this amazing girl can be so tough one moment
and so gentle and 'girlish' the next) let's go."

We passed by the gym again and Ginger waved Randi over. As the two basketball
stars - and friends - engaged in a rather lengthy conversation, I thought back
to how different things were only a few short months ago. Then, Randi was an
obese, 310 pound girl with no friends (excluding me of course) in school. Many
of the students even went out of their way to tease and insult her; Ginger
being one of them. Then Randi turned her fat body into an incredibly powerful,
230 pound, muscular fighting machine; and everything changed.

She tried out for the woman's basketball team and knocked - literally as well
as figuratively - Ginger out of her starting position as center. Afterwards, a
tearful Ginger apologised to Randi for her abuse and they quickly became
friends. A week later Randi convinced the coach to move her to power forward
so Ginger could return as center. The combination worked magnificantly. With
them both in the starting line-up the women's basketball team has steamrolled
over all of the opponents they've faced so far; winning by an average of
nearly twenty points a game. 

They hugged each other, waved good-bye and Randi returned to me. "Well sweetie
pie, how was your day?" 

"Pretty normal Randi. I saw you had a fairly busy day though."

"You mean those guys? Well, they had it coming to them. Imagine, threatening
to beat up other kids if they didn't give them money."

"I also noticed Bill Warren (the heavyweight wrestler) walking around with a
black eye."

"Oh that wasn't today Steve," she giggled,"I gave him that yesterday. He
called Suzy, a girl in my English literature class, a slut because she
wouldn't go out with him. I told him to apologise to her and he refused. So I
took him aside and *reasoned* (another priceless euphemism) with him until he
reconsidered."

We walked on in silence for a few moments and then I asked,"Randi, don't you
think you might be overdoing this 'female avenger' thing a bit? I mean, how
many guys have you beaten up since Tim Morgan?"

She thought about that for a minute. "Well, let's see...with the four today,
plus Bill from yesterday, that makes...twelve."

"Twelve? You've beaten up twelve guys in the last month?

"I think so, if I've counted correctly. What's your point Steve?"

"My point? Well, it's...you know...I..." Randi stopped walking and turned to
face me. After a moment of thought she put her massive, 17inch arms around me
and gave me a long, passionate kiss.

"I think I know what your problem is Steve; you and I need to talk." She led
me over to a near-by park. We walked to a secluded area and sat down on the
grass."Honey," she began,"you've noticed the enormous change that's taken
place in me over the past few months. I've completely transformed myself from
being a very fat girl with almost no self- confidence, to a strong, powerful
woman who knows what she wants and how to get it. This is me now and it's the
way I'm going to be from now on. The old Randi is dead. The only good thing
about being who I was, was I met the most wonderful person in the world.
Someone who loved me even when I weighed over 300 pounds; you. You stood by me
then and I'll stand by you now...forever.

"When I see guys like those today who try to extort money out of others just
because they're stronger, I will intervene; because I can. I'm not a bully and
have no desire to become one. I won't abuse my strength and fighting
abilities but I will use them to protect the people I know and like; and, in
your case, love. Steve, you know me well enough to know just how 'girlie' I
can be. I cry at the sad parts in movies, giggle at almost anything funny
and I don't have to tell you how much time I spend on my hair. That part of me
did not die and never will.

"But when I see bullies picking on weaker kids I remember the years of abuse I
had to endure when I was fat. I feel it's my duty to help them - and now I
can. Did you know know that incidents of bullying in school are less than half
of what they were last year? I plan to eliminate it entirely. I don't seek
trouble Steve, but I won't run away from it either. In camp this past summer
they taught us not to run away from the problems we'll face in our lives but
to meet them head-on and overcome them; and that's what I'm going to do."

Randi noticed I was looking down at the grass so she took her long, braided
hair and playfully wacked me across the face with the end of it a couple
of times, giggling as she did. For some reason I responded by trying to
wrestle her; big mistake. She not only outweighs me by at least fifty-five
pounds but is probably at least twice as strong as I am; and she knows it. My
massive Amazon girlfriend teased me as we struggled  on the grass (that is to
say I struggled, she was laughing the whole time). Randi was obviously
enjoying this no end.

Finally, after toying with me for a few minutes, she wrapped her awesome
thighs around my waist and forced my hands together to where she could grab
both of my thumbs with just her left hand. Try as I might, I couldn't break
free. Then, with her free right hand, she took her long braided hair again
and began to whack me back and forth across the face; laughing hysterically.
"Hey there macho man, you think you're so tough? Well, I can beat you up with
just my hair; tee, hee, hee."

I suppose any other guy might have been totally humiliated by this - to be so
completely dominiated by a girl that she could beat him with her hair. But
I found the experience to be incredibly erotic. If we weren't out in a public
place, well you know what we'd be doing (smirk). Randi noticed my erection.
"Well, well little man," she said as she stopped hitting me with her
hair, reached back and put her hand underneath my shorts."It looks like your
master likes being overpowered by a girl. I guess I'll have to do this more
often."

Later, as we left the park and resumed our walk home, Randi asked me," tell me
the truth now Steve, how did you feel watching me beat up those four guys in
the parking lot earlier this afternoon?"

"Well...very turned on actually."

"I thought so," she giggled,"I saw your erection. Want to know something? I
got turned on too."

"You did?"

"Yep. I can't really explain it but I guess there's always been something
inside me that likes to dominiate and overpower men. I never told you this
before but I have every issue of the Wonder Woman comic book series for the
last ten years. Not to mention lots of She Hulks, Supergirls and a large
assortment of others. I can show them to you when we get home. I didn't tell
you any of this before Steve because I didn't know how you'd react, you were
the only friend I had and I didn't want to risk losing you. But the strong,
powerful female image has always been a big turn on for me. Why do you think I
wanted to see all those silly martial arts movies with Angela Mao or Cynthia
Rothrock? Girls kicking ass Steve, I love it."

Incredible! I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had never told Randi this
but it was *because* she was so large - albeit fat - that I was attracted to
her in the first place; that along with her long, beautiful hair. I too am
turned on by the thought of strong, powerful women; always have been. I don't
have as many Wonder Woman comics as she has, but I do have quite a few. I also
love those movies where women like Angela Mao or Cynthia Rothrock take on an
army of men and wipes them out. I never mentioned it to Randi because I was
afraid she might have thought I was weird or even worse; perverted. When we
entered her home and were in the privacy of her bedroom, I finally told her
how I really felt - and we both burst out laughing.

We were lying on her bedroom floor and looking at her vast collection of Super
Heroine comic books."Steve, I wonder just how many other people are walking
around out there supressing their true feelings for fear of being
thought weird or perverted."

"Probably a lot Randi, more than we'll ever know about."

"I guess we should consider ourselves lucky honey, that we discovered this
about each other now."

"Very lucky indeed," I agreed."Randi, do you enjoy being such a strong girl?
Being able to intimidate anyone in school if you wanted to?"

"Yes I do. It gives me a great feeling inside when I walk through the halls at
school now, even the macho football players stand to the side to let me pass.
Not that I'd beat them up if they didn't...but I could. So Steve, do you enjoy
being a schmoo?"

"A what?"

"A schmoo; that's a man who's attracted to strong, powerful women. I found
that word in the internet on a very interesting website run by a woman named
Diana who lives in England. I'll show it to you later."

I stared up at this awesome woman that towered above me. She's so strong, so
powerful, so...beautiful. "Yes," I answered," yes, I love being a...whatever
it was you called me."

Randi leaned over and gave me another one of those monstrous kisses of hers
that literally takes my breath away. Then I felt her strong arms reach
underneath me and easily lift my 175 pounds off the floor. She tossed me on
her bed, quickly removed her clothes and jumped on top of me. She
was straddling my chest with her huge pussy only a few inches from my
face. "What time are your parents coming home Randi ?"

"It doesn't matter anymore honey. I had a serious talk with them and we
decided that here in my bedroom, I can do anything I want...and I do mean
*anything* (wink)."

"Really? I can't believe your dad agreed to that."

"Well, he didn't really have a choice Steve."

"Randi, you dad's an awfully big guy."

"Yes he is big, that's undoubtably where I got my size from. But he has
nothing to compare with these (she flexed her awesome biceps as she sat on my
chest) - seventeen inches of raw female power!"

"What are you saying Randi...that you'd beat up your own father?"

"If he got in my way from you Steve, I'd even beat up a Tyrannosaurs Rex."

"Do you really think you can take him?"

"Who, my father or the T-Rex? It doesn't matter, I'd beat them both up...and
you can even throw in the New England Patriot's entire offensive line too.
Now, are we going to just sit here and gab away the afternoon, or are we going
to get down to *business*?"

Since I was closest, I reached over and flicked off the bedroom light.

"That's much better Stevie, my little schmoo."