Oh the Advantages of being a Big, Strong Girl
by M.C.
A massive girl uses her incredible strength to set things straight.


I was mad, very pissed off in fact. I suppose everyone 'loses it' once in a
while, but when you're a girl who stands six feet-two inches tall, weighs over
250 pounds and is VERY strong to boot, getting angry can be dangerous. Not to
me of course, but to the person - or in this case people - that I get pissed
off at. It had been building up inside of me for quite some time now and I
guess I just reached the breaking point. I felt I had to do something about
it, and today I decided would be the day. But before I describe what I did,
let me give you a little bit of background information.

As I stated earlier, I'm a very large and physically strong girl - I routinely
do bench presses with 400 pounds and can deadlift over 1000. But because I'm
also rather shy, I try to keep a low profile and not show off my strength. I
do have one pet peeve though, I hate bullies - people who, because they're
larger and stronger than others, use their size and strength to push other
people around. And in my high school, the worst bullies are the guys on the
high school's varsity football team. They're always pushing the weaker
students around. But what pisses me off just as much is that nobody ever seems
to do anything about it. Not the coaches, nor the school administrators seem
willing - or even able - to reign these bullies in. So one day I said to
myself 'enough is enough'. If nobody else was willing to confront these
arrogant jocks about their bullying ways, then I'll just have to take matters
into my own hands (or fists), and deal with them myself.

I knew that practically every afternoon after class most of the guys on the
football team could be found in the weight room working out. So I decided that
that would be the best place to confront them. So at around three P.M. I
walked over to the school's gym. Before entering the weight room, I tied my
long, pretty, honey blond hair back into a ponytail, then opened the weight
room door and went inside. Just as I expected, most of the guys on the
football team were there - including Steve, the cute boy that lives right
across the street from me whom I've had a secret crush on for the past three
years (he's the wide receiver on the football team). I walked to the middle of
the room, put my hands on my hips and, in a strong, confident tone of voice,
said,"you boys have been bullying the other students in school for far too
long and it's about time somebody put a stop to it - and I'm just the girl to
do it. So, tough guys, we can either do this the easy way or the hard
way...it's up to you." I knew I was baiting them, but as I said earlier, I was
really pissed off; and as I expected, they swallowed the bait.

"What's the easy way Janet?" Jake - the 270 pound offensive lineman who is
supposedly the strongest and toughest guy on the team - asked.

"The easy way is that you boys simply all agree to stop pushing the other
students around and behave yourselves from now on."

"And the hard way?" he asked with a smirk.

"That I beat the crap out of all of you."

"All of us? We're like twenty guys and you're just one girl. Let's get real
here." He walked over to where I was standing and stared down at me (he was
like six foot-five to my six foot-two). "What makes you think that you can
take us all on by yourself, bitch?"

I suppose calling me a bitch was the straw that broke the camel's back. From
then on I lost it completely and went berserk. "This Jake." POW! And with one
mighty uppercut to his jaw, I sent him flying half-way across the weight room
where he crashed into two other guys, knocking them out. Three down with just
one punch; not a bad start I'd say. As I was one girl against around twenty
guys (well just seventeen now), I had to move fast; and fast I did move. Left
and right fists flew out at my attackers who were by now coming at me from
every direction. Fortunately, I was more than strong enough to meet their
challenge. My rock hard body was like a plate of armor, easily absorbing even
their hardest punches and I was able to knock them down with just one or two
punches of my own. I was actually pulling my punches - not hitting them with
all of my strength so as not to hurt them any more than I absolutely had to;
but they were still powerful.

WHAM! POW! SMACK! Three more football players went down. Out of the corner of
my eye I spotted Steve coming at me on my right side - and this presented
somewhat of a dilemma for me. The reason was, as I said before, is that I've
had a secret crush on him for about three years now; ever since he and his dad
moved into the house across the street from where my mom and I live. So, do I
punch him out like I'm doing to the rest of his team? What chance would I
possibly have with him then? What's a girl to do in this kind of situation? I
had to think fast.

CRACK! With the back of my hand I slapped him across the face sending him
spinning around before he fell to the floor. "Please stay down there Steve," I
said,"or else I'll have to put you down again; perhaps even hurt you in the
process." Either he heeded my warning or else he was too stunned by my slap to
get up. But in any case, he remained on the floor until the fight ended. By
now I had either knocked out or incapacitated most of the team. The few
'survivors' were all running for the exit. Too late I realized that I should
have locked the door before the fight started (I guess that when a girl takes
on her entire high school football team by herself she really can't think of
everything). I did take note of who escaped however and would deal with them
later.

PUNCH! WHACK! SMACK! And the last three that remained standing were standing
no more. I took stock and counted fifteen big, strong, tough high school
football players lying on the floor of the weight room either unconscious or
stunned - not bad for one girl I'd say. I glanced over at Steve. He too was
still lying on his back. "I'll deal with you later too handsome," I said to
myself. Though I'd just beaten up fifteen tough football players, I wasn't
finished with them yet. I felt I needed to give them a stern talking-to about
how I expected them to behave from now on. So while I was waiting for them to
recover, I untied my ponytail and, standing in front of one of the large
mirrors in the weight room, took out my hairbrush from my back pocket and
began to brush my long, pretty hair (I may be very strong and tough, but
there's also a soft, feminine side to me too. I am, after all, a girl).

As the battered football players started to come to, I ordered them all to
line up against the wall. "You'll stay there until I return!" I barked
out."Anyone who leaves before I return will be severely punished!" I then left
the weight room and went to the coaches office, grabbed the head coach and his
assistant firmly by their shirt collars and literally dragged them back to the
weight room.

"You've all been naughty boys," I said as I re-entered,"and your coaches are
no exception." Still dragging the two coaches in my powerful grip, I sat down
on one of the benches and yanked the assistant coach - a very large and tough
looking man - across my knees. "Because I hold you coaches equally responsible
for the behavior of your players, you too will have to be punished." Then I
turned to the guys that were standing in a line against the wall. "Each and
every one of you will watch as I spank them. And if I catch any of you looking
away, then you too will get a good spanking! Understand?" I forced the
assistant coach's training pants down to his ankles and began to spank his
bare buttocks with my strong right hand. It wasn't long before he was crying
like a baby. When I felt he had had enough, I ordered him to stand next to his
players. I then grabbed the head coach, an even larger man, and did the same
thing. Spanking the two coaches to tears in front of their team was my way of
teaching everyone in the room that I will not tolerate bullying anymore (I
also had another, more personal reason for spanking the head coach - George
Wilson - but I'll get to that a little bit later).

"Steve, you're not looking at me," I said when I saw him looking to the side.
"I know the head coach is your father, but if you don't look at me now, then I
going to have to spank you too." I know it must have been hard for poor Steve
to watch me spanking his rough, tough father, whom he obviously looked up to.
But as I said before, his father was the head coach of the football team and
should have taken more responsibility for his players' behavior. Therefore, I
believed that he deserved the punishment I was giving him. I did feel relieved
when Steve looked back at me; I really would not have enjoyed having to spank
him too.

After I finished spanking the head coach to tears, I stood up, walked over to
Jake, grabbed him by his sweatshirt and dragged him back to the bench. "This
is for calling me a bitch, tough guy." It wasn't long before I had him too
crying like a baby. I then got up again, put my hands on my hips and proceeded
to give all the players and coaches a stern lecture about how I expected them
to behave from now on; and that failure to do so would result in another visit
from me (something I seriously doubted that any of them wanted). Then I
dismissed them all...all except Steve that is - I had other plans in store for
him.

After they all left, Steve looked at me with an expression that can only be
described as sheer dread. "Wha...what do you want me for Janet?" he asked,
shaking like a leaf on a tree on a windy day. The sight of this handsome, six
foot, 200 pound athlete standing before me, petrified, bothered me (well, I
did just beat up his entire football team and spanked his father to tears, so
I really shouldn't have been surprised by his reaction; not knowing why I
singled him out).

"You and I are going to walk home together Steve. We have some rather
important issues to discuss; and then I have a personal issue to discuss with
your father." I took him firmly by the hand and led him out of the weight
room. At first I was silent as we walked towards the street where we both
lived; nervous even. It's funny I thought, that I can face an entire football
team without a trace of fear, but when I'm alone with this handsome guy like I
am now, I get nervous. Why is that I wondered.

"Steve," I finally began,"what I did to your football team and coaches just
now was because you were all bullying the other students and nobody wanted to
do anything about it. You could have avoided the fight and spared yourselves a
lot of pain if you had all just agreed to stop your bullying; but you didn't.
That's why I felt I had to beat you all up; to teach you a lesson. And now
that the lesson has been learned, I see no reason why we can't be friends."

"You mopped the floor with my entire team Janet, and then spanked my father to
tears. How can I possibly be your friend after you did all that? And what do
you want to talk to my father about? Haven't you done enough to him already?"

I sighed. "As I said already Steve, what I did to your team was punishment for
what you all did for a long time to the other students in school. And as for
your father and his assistant, as coaches, I felt it was their responsibility
to control your behavior; but instead they just looked the other way. So In my
opinion, they were just as guilty as you football players. And as to what I
want to discuss with your father, that's a personal matter between me and him
and has nothing whatsoever to do with what happened in the weight room today."
We reached his home first as it was slightly closer to school than mine. "I'm
coming inside to wait for him Steve, and there's absolutely nothing you can do
about it."

We entered through the front door and I led him over to the large sofa in the
living room. "Sit down Steve!" I demanded. After he had meekly done so, I sat
down next to him, fluffed up my pretty hair and thought about what I should
say or do next - obviously my strategy so far wasn't working out too well.
"Listen Steve," I began after a lengthy pause,"I'm about to tell you something
that I've never told anybody before." I softened my tone. "From the time you
and your father first moved in here three years ago, I've had a crush on you.
You're the only boy I've ever really liked and I'd like you to be my
boyfriend. But I won't force myself on you. I understand your male ego and I'm
sure that not too many guys would want to be with a girl who can
singlehandedly beat up their whole varsity football team. But as strong as I
am, I'm still very much a girl (I fluffed up my hair again), who needs love
and attention."

Just then the front door opened and Steve's father George, the football coach,
came storming in. "What the fuck is she doing here?" he bellowed. "You don't
belong here! So get the hell out of my house!"

I took Steve's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Please stay out of this," I
said comely,"this is between your father and me." Then I rose from the sofa
and walked over to the large (but not quite so tough anymore) man, grabbed him
firmly by his shirt collar and dragged him into his bedroom. Once inside, I
tossed him onto his bed. "Now listen to me, Mr. Wilson, and listen good. You
were very rude to my mother on your date with her last week. I know you lost
your wife five years ago to cancer - my father also died before his time in an
automobile accident just a few months later. Both you and my mom are single,
and if you'd just lose that monstrous chip on your shoulder..."

"This is none of your damn business. I can do whatever"...CRACK! SMACK!

I slapped him hard back and forth across the face with my strong right hand.
"If you interrupt me one more time, Mr. Wilson, I'm going to take you over my
knees again and give you another good spanking. Understand? SO DON'T DO IT
AGAIN! "

"Now where were we? Oh yes, if you'd lose that monstrous chip on your
shoulder, I think you and my mom would get along really well. So here's what
you're going to do (I glance at a mirror on the wall and noticed that Steve
was standing just outside the bedroom door and eavesdropping on what was going
on. I guess, given the circumstances, who could blame him?). Now Mr. Wilson,
you're going to get yourself washed up, put on some decent clothes and go
across the street and apologize to my mother for the way you treated her. Then
you're going to ask her out tonight. If she agrees, you're going to take her
to a nice restaurant and treat her like she deserves to be treated - not like
you did the last time." I reached over and grabbed him by his shirt again,
yanked him to his feet and said,"and if I hear that you mistreated my mother
in any way, you're going to be sorry...very, very sorry. Is that clear?"

I could feel him shaking. "Ye...yes Janet. I'll do as you asked...I promise."
(You see girls, men can be cooperative - provided you know the correct way to
deal with them).

I released my grip on Mr. Wilson's shirt and he slumped to the floor in front
of me; sobbing. I couldn't resist the temptation of patting him on the head
and saying in a soft tone of voice, "that's a good boy." Then I looked over at
Steve and winked; and - much to my surprise - he smiled back at me! I felt my
heart flutter. Does that mean that there might be some hope for me and Steve
after all? Hope springs eternal. I walked out of Mr. Wilson's bedroom, took
Steve by the hand and led him into his...and closed the door behind us.

Epilogue:

Shortly afterwards, Mr. Wilson did indeed apologize to my mother and take her
out to dinner that evening - it's not like he had a choice though (wink). This
time their date went very well; so well in fact that six months later they got
married. Steve eventually overcame his apprehension about being with a girl
who can beat up his entire football team and became my boyfriend. Then, after
we graduated from high school, Stevie and I attended the university together.
I supported our education and living expenses by moonlighting as a boxer. And
then - by coincidence on my 20th birthday - I knocked out what had been the
undefeated heavyweight boxing champion of the world in the fourth round (truth
be known, I could have probably knocked him out in the first round had I
wanted to - but I preferred to have some fun with him before putting him down
for the count). So, Stevie and I are now a happy couple (he's soon to be my
hubby), and my mom and George are also very happy together. Oh the advantages
of being a big, strong girl.