RANSOM By Hatour@aol.com Kathleen loses fat, gains muscle Update: 14/12/1997 to misc3 Hi. My name is Kathleen. It all began after the Yankees lost to Cleveland in the first series of the playoffs. I remember that because my dad, George Steinbrenner, was pissed off and did not talk to us when we drove home. For those of you are not familiar with professional baseball, my father is the principle owner of the New York Yankees. The next day I had my annual physical. The doctor went on to give me his usual speech about my weight. You see, at 5' 10", I was taller than the average woman. However, I weighed 320 lbs. of fat. He said that at my height and with my medium frame, I should weigh between 142 lbs. and 156 lbs., half as much as I weigh now. He talked about how at my current weight, I would be dead by the time I reach 35 years old. That was a disturbing idea at 21 years old, but I ignored him as usual. My dad had hired a driver to take me to the doctor and back. When my doctor was done with his speech, I got back into my car. After a while, I realized that we were going a way that I was not familiar with. I asked him if he knew were he was going, and he said he was taking a shortcut. Awfully long shortcut I said. That's when he stopped the car on the side of the road. The man got out of the car. He was new and I did not recognize him. He opened the back door were I was sitting. Then I noticed that he was holding a truncheon. He hit me on the head with it and I blacked out. I woke up in a room with no windows. I deduced that it was a basement because on the other end of the room, there were stairs leading up. I was no longer in my shirt and pants that I was wearing. Instead, I was wearing baggy gray sweatpants and sweatshirt. The sweats were so big, my fat didn't even fill them out. I was chained to the wall by four chains. They were attached with shackles on my feet and wrists. I was able to move about the room, but I was stopped short at the stairs. The man who had driven me finally came down the stairs holding a tray of food. I see you've woken up he said. Here, have something to eat. He handed me the tray he was carrying. I took it and ate ravenously. I see the pig needs to eat said a second man who had come down the stairs unnoticed. I stopped to shot him a dirty look than continued to eat. Jake, go back upstairs said the second man. Jack did as he was told, followed by the second man. When I was finished I took a look at the room again. It was a pig sty. I scavenged about the reasonably sized room. I was looking for a television, a radio, something to keep me from going insane. Or maybe they were stupid enough to leave an old phone down here or something that I could use to escape. Then I hit my foot on a solid object. I cleared the newspapers and I found a 10 lb. plate. When I had cleaned up the area, there was a dismantled workout bench, a 40 lb. bench press bar with clips, and two 10 lb. bars with clips, and about 200 lbs. worth of plates. That's when Jack come back down with another tray of food. The time just flew by and I was reminded of my hunger. Jack watched me eat. What I asked irritably. Nothing he said and continued to watch. You know, he said, you have nothing to worry about. We will take care of you. We don't want to hurt you. Once your father pays the $10 million ransom we will release you. So please don't try to escape or my brother will hurt you. I take it that these were your brothers than I asked Jake. Yea, but he goes to a gym now. I forgot we left it down here. You can use it if you want. It would be good for you to lose some weight. Oh no, I thought, even my kidnapper is going to tell me to lose weight. JACK !! came a voice from upstairs. Get the dishes and get the hell up here! Jack did as his brother said. I was alone again, dreadfully alone. Some time had passed and I was getting bored. Oh what the hell, I thought. I might as well give this weight lifting thing a try. Its not like I'm doing anything right now. I put the bench back together and placed the long bench press bar on the rack. I laid down on the bench and it groaned under my weight. I thought it might collapse, but it didn't. I grabbed the bar and lifted it up. I pushed it up and down four times. WOW!! I thought. I did not know I could lift that much. There must be some muscle under all this fat after all. Jack came down with dinner. Good, he said, I'm glad you decided to workout some. At least you can do something positive out of this experience. I can get you a scale if you want. I took the tray from him and ate. Well, I'll get you one anyway, he said as he went up the stairs. And you better get some sleep, its late. After I was finished, I was feeling tired, so I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was sore under my breasts and in my arms. But it sort of felt good. Breakfast was already in the room, next to a scale, tape measure, a pad, a pencil, and a book. The book was about weight training. I read it from cover to cover. I learned how to do all the exercises and what they worked. I started to write down what my routine would be; chest, shoulders, and triceps the first day; legs, biceps, and back the second day; and rest the third day. I planned to do push-ups, sit-ups and pull-ups everyday, if I could. When I was finished, Jack came down with my lunch. Here's lunch, he said. Great, I replied, Thanks for the book and all. No problem. It was just collecting dust up here. Good luck, he said. He grabbed the tray and was about to go upstairs. Jack, I asked? What? Why are you being so nice and helping me out? JACK!!! came a voice upstairs, If you told once, I told you a thousand times!!!!! Don't talk with her. Now get up here! Jack left. I noticed the food was all healthy. It had a lot of protein and carbohydrates, yet it had very little fat. Jack was so nice. I bet this was all his brothers idea. I doubt Jack had the backbone to stand up to him. Well, if I get stronger, maybe I'll be able to take Jack's brother on. I started to laugh, ya right! A week passed and I was happy with myself. My sweatpants were looser and I had lost an incredible thirty pounds to weigh 290 lbs. I was getting strong too. I was bench pressing 100 lbs. for reps, squatting the full 200 lbs., and curling 50 lbs. I was doing close to 100 sit-ups, 30 push-ups and ten pull-ups. I wasn't using the tape measure though. I didn't think there was any reason to measure myself. Jack was excited for me. He would sometimes sneak me a protein shake that his brother drinks. Jack also kept track of my progress. I'll see if I could get you some more weights for your squats, he said Thanks, I replied. He stared at me. What?, I asked. Your dad hasn't done anything yet, he stated. Don't worry, he'll pay you, I said. I hope so, because my brother is getting pissed. He might do something rash. But don't worry about that, keep working. With that he left. The next day, I saw another 200 lbs. of weights in the room. Jack said he sneaked it down. Don't let my brother see, he said concerned. Don't worry, he won't, I said. I leaned over and kissed him. He smiled and ran up the stairs. That felt good. I've never kissed anyone before. Oh well, better get back to my workout. Another week had passed and I had leveled off at 250 lbs., but I could tell that my waist was getting much smaller. My breasts, which I thought I would lose some due to my weight loss, was staying the same, but was a little higher. That made me happy. I was now bench pressing 200 lbs., squatting 350 lbs., and curling 75 lbs. I was doing 200 sit-ups, 78 push-ups, and 50 pull-ups. Jack was almost giddy every time he saw me. Especially if he saw me working out. He was so happy for me. I must admit, I was starting to fall in love with him. He had taken the weight lifting book back from me so I did not how strong I was getting. But I kept plugging away, working harder and harder. I decided I would step it up and start doing a full body workout everyday. A week and a half passed by and I could hear yelling and fighting upstairs. My sweat soaked my sweats as I was curling my 120 lb. dumbbells. My biceps were straining the sleeves of my sweatshirt. I had already figured out that I was muscular and very strong, and I liked it. I didn't know how much fat I had on me because I now weighed 330 lbs., ten pounds more than I started. Jack came down with a black eye. Time to level with you, he said. Your dad refused to pay. My brother is going to beat the shit out of you. I thought he might resort to this, that's why I left the stuff down here, so you can get strong. Don't worry, I said. I'll take care of him. I said this to calm Jack down. I knew that I now loved him. I wasn't sure how big his brother was, but I know I could give him a run for his money. Jack's brother started lumbering down the stairs. I put the weights down and started the wrap one of my chains around my arm. Jack's brother had not been down in the basement since that first day, so he did not know what I was doing, or what I was capable of. I wasn't sure what I was capable of. Jack's brother what a 6' 4'' behemoth. OK you fat pig!! He yelled, Your dad won't pay, so know your face is gonna pay! If you think you can, I said. This froze him, then he started to laugh. You think that's funny? What do you think I've been doing down here? I've pumping iron and I've gotten strong^ÅREAL STRONG! He continued to laugh. Here, watch. I held out my left arm out straight, the arm that I had wrapped the chain around. I started to flex my arm. The chains resisted, but I continued. I started to sweat as my bicep was slowly pushing up against the chain. There was a groaning sound. I looked to see Jack with a raging hard on through his pants. This turned him on? YES! I thought. I must show him what I'm made of. I redoubled my effort. The chain snapped with a loud CHING!! I continued to flex my arm until it reached its peak. A ripping sound was heard as my sweatshirt sleeve could take no more. I looked at my bicep. MY GOD! it was BIG! The bicep peak was above my line of sight. My biggest surprise was that there was not an inch of fat on me. I shuddered as a wave of pleasure shook me. I was getting turned on. I had to see what I looked like. I ripped my sweats off to reveal a hard muscular body that would shame Dorian Yates. I had a thin waist, large breasts that had not shrunk at all, and not an inch of fat on me. My thighs were bigger that my waist and pulsated with every move. I gave a most muscular pose and every muscle flexed hugely. Jack's brother was awestruck. He could not believe that the ^Ófat pig^Ô had become a muscular goddess that had bigger muscles than he had. He rushed me and gave a roundhouse punch with all his weight into it. It landed square at my abs. A sickening CRACK was heard. I checked myself. I didn't even feel it. Jack's brother did. He was on the floor holding his wrist. I hadn't even flexed my abs and I broke his hand. Just imagined if I had flexed them, I taunted. With that, I flexed my abs. A row of golf ball sized abs rose from my stomach. Another wave of pleasure hit me. OH GOD! OH GOD! Was muttered at the same time by both Jack and I. I stepped over Jack's brother and stood in front of him. I stood eye to eye with him. I grabbed his pants and underwear with one had and ripped them off him. His hard on was still there in full salute. Take me!! I yelled. He started to insert himself when I grabbed his ass and lifted him in me. I pumped him harder and faster as he kissed my shoulders and neck. He was holding onto my biceps and they got bigger and bigger as I pumped him up and down and up and down. We yelled in unison as waves of pleasure enveloped us both. When we came down from our orgasm, Jack's brother was gone. We never saw him again. I said Jack's brother kidnapped me and that Jack rescued me. That satisfied my dad and the police. Me and Jack got married and still live in the house I was trapped in. I continue to grow and grow to this day. THE END