Carla  Paradigm Shift, Pt. 2  
by Musclehead



Authors Note: I always try to make my stories almost plausible. As an example,
I'm not interest in reading or writing about seven and a half tall women who
weigh five-hundred pounds and can lift "tonnes", ( a moronic mis-spelling), or
have twenty-five inch "bicepes", (another stupid spelling error). That said, I
know it is implausible that a fourteen year old girl could lift a hundred and
seventy-pound man over her head, as Emily suggested Carla could do, (from my
previous story "Paradigm Shift"), but it is not completely out of the realm of
possibilities. There are women out there who can do that, probably just not at
such a young age.

When I was in high school, there was a girl in the band, a freshman snare
drummer, who was all muscle. She had an incredible body and was extremely
strong. While there were some wimpy guys in the band, there were also some who
played varsity sports. This girl could beat almost every guy, varsity athletes
included, in arm wrestling. The only one who beat her was also the state
champion discus thrower, and he had to work hard to win.

She was about 5'3" and weighed about a hundred and thirty-five pounds. During
free time at band camp she wore a tiny bikini to swim in the lake and her body
put all the other girls to shame. Also, she never lifted weights, but she got
way stronger than most guys just by being an active tom-boy. The other girl
who could compare, bodywise, was my girlfriend, also a freshman. We used to
wrestle around, and she was stronger than some of the guys I had wrestled,
just naturally strong and a great body. That was when I made the connection
between great bodies and muscles and strength. The drummer was clearly
muscular, my girlfriend was more voluptuous, but solid, and strong. This is a
true story.

Carla, is based on this girl, (the drummer). So while it is implausible that
Carla could have lifted Mr. Jones over her head, it's not impossible. (There
is a You-Tube video of a fourteen year old girl benching over three hundred
pounds.) It's hard to imagine how strong the girl from my high school might
have been at the age of fourteen if she had been lifting weights for a few
years considering how strong she was without using them. Back then, girls did
not lift weights. There were hardly any activities for girls other than field
hockey. On with the story:

Carla came from a family of athletes. Her father had been a pro football
player, Mom was a swimmer, and her big brother had been a varsity wrestler and
was five years older than Carla. His won-lost ratio was not as spectacular as
hers. After four years, his record had been 65-13, with less than half of his
victories coming from pins. It might be remembered that after a single season,
Carla's was 19-0, all pins, with only one match, the finals of the state
tournament going into the second round, and only because she let it. She could
have won that match at any time, but she wanted to start in the down position
at the beginning of the second fall and then she pulled off the most stunning
and fast reversal anyone had ever seen to pin her opponent in less than five
seconds.

Carla's brother had taught her how to wrestle starting when she was eleven and
she had started lifting weights under her father's strict guidance around that
time. And yes, she beat her older brother less than a year later, partly due
to her amazing quickness, but she was his equal in strength in spite of the
size difference. They kept her completely under wraps, no wrestling anyone
except Kip (her brother) until she burst onto the scene as a freshman, with
three years of practicing against an opponent who outweighed her by fifty
pounds. And she was benching about two-fifty by this point and squatting
four-hundred, butt to the floor. And yes, she did an overhead press with
two-hundred pounds.

Now Carla was a senior. She had grown another 3 inches in height, and now at
five-seven, she weighed a hundred and sixty-five pounds. She had also grown
some very nice breasts in the last three years. They were the only part of her
body that wasn't muscle, but they were so firm that they might as well have
been. And those pecs that were capable of benching almost twice her bodyweight
really pushed those baby's out. Her opponents faced off against her full of
abject fear, even as they sported wood.

It goes without saying that she never lost, the matches were never even close.
She was on the verge of getting bored. Yes, there were guys out there that she
wrestled, especially in bigger tournaments that were stronger than the ones
she faced in the weekly dual matches, but in reality, no one got all that
close to her strength-wise. And as unbelievable as it might be, with her
increase in size came an increase in quickness that no one could match.
Usually when wrestlers got bigger, their speed and agility diminished, but not
so with Carla.

One such guy wrestling in her weight class had just moved into the area from
all the way across the country and didn't know of her reputation. And even in
this day and age, this jerk was a bit old school. "No girl is gonna beat me."

"Look, Frank, I've been coaching for many years. This girl is the best I've
ever seen."

"Well, she may have a lot of skills, but ... ."

"I'm telling you, young man, don't get cocky."

"I'm not getting cocky, but it's hard to believe that a girl can be as strong
as a guy. I mean, maybe a well-trained girl against some geek, but against a
trained guy, I ... "

"Believe it. Jeeze, what century are you living in? I'm from an older
generation and I've come to accept what girls can do. You better wake up. I
know you're an excellent wrestler, but, ... ... ... ... ... ... Hey, I've got
an idea. They have a dual match tomorrow afternoon. Why don't you go watch her
in action? In the meantime, I want you to practice against Pete over there. He
outweighs you by twelve or thirteen pounds. It'll be good for you."

The next afternoon, Frank drove over to Riverview High School to watch Carla
wrestle. It didn't get to work out like he had hoped. When it was time for her
match, Carla came out and met her opponent in the middle of the mat. "Fuck,"
thought Frank, "her shoulders and arms are huge, she's got muscles everywhere.
Nice tits." Frank watched as Carla smiled at her opponent, a friendly smile,
but the stare was totally intimidating.

The next thing Frank knew, Carla's opponent basically chickened out. He
forfeited the match rather than even trying to give it a go. Her opponent was
no wimp, but from his point of view, chickening out was less humiliating than
what would be an inevitable quick defeat, always with the possibility of
getting hurt, not that Carla would ever intentionally hurt someone, she was
just so fucking strong that sometimes it just happened. By the way, her
opponent had been undefeated prior to his forfeit.

Carla was a little down when she came into the kitchen. "What is it kitten?"
Her father was the only person who could get away with calling her Kitten. He
was six-three and about two-fifty. "Daddy, the guy I was supposed to wrestle
today came out and faced off against me and then he forfeited rather than
wrestle me. And this isn't the first time this year."

"Pumpkin, your reputation precedes you."

"Exactly. So if he was that scared, he shouldn't have come out on the mat to
begin with."

"Well, he probably hadn't seen you since last year, and quite frankly, you do
look intimidating."

"I always smile."

"Yeah, but you're focused and that stare make the smiles seem like you're
smiling to yourself as you prepare to tear your next victim limb from limb."

"Oh, Daddy, you make it seem like I'm some sort of gladiator."

Well you sort of are, plus, there is no other physique out there quite like
yours. Looking at you straight on from the front, your shoulders are more than
twice as wide as your waist. That's scary. If I were a high school boy
weighing about the same as you, I'd probably come out there and pee in my
pants."

"Oh, Daddy, you say the nicest things. Ha, ha, ha."

"Do you want to do a workout considering that you didn't wrestle?"

"Sure, but I could do a workout whether I wrestled or not. You know that would
have only taken about a half a minute." Just then, her cell phone gave her the
signal that she had gotten a text from Emily, which read, "Hey Babe, want to
do some attitude adjusting?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"Tommy met this guy at the gym. Only been working out there a few months,
thinks he's all that. Wrestled in high school six years ago. Real asshole
according to Tommy."

"Where should we meet?"

"Billy's basement gym. Cover your muscles but wear something that still shows
what a great body you have." Carla did it right. She got out some navy blue
yoga pants, and as we all know, every woman's butt looks pretty good in yoga
pants, but when you have a world class round, muscular ass, wow. But it also
emphasized her killer legs, so she pulled out a pair of leg warmers, masking
the muscularity of those babies. She put on a tight cut-off wife-beater tank
top, and put on a zip-up hoodie, but short waisted so it didn't cover her fine
ass.

Her long blonde hair was parted in the middle, and as it spilled down in a
loose, informal fashion it somewhat hid how broad her shoulders were. She kept
the zipper of the hoodie only zipped to just under her breasts, the idea being
that that's what this schmuck would be staring at. Her hunch proved correct.

"Hey, bitchin' bod. Babe, you are soooo hot."

"Wow, smooth. Do you use that line with all the girls?"

"Only the really hot ones. Tom, ma man, are you going to introduce me?"

"This is Carla. Carla, this is Dick."

"My mom and dad called me Richie, but I'd rather be called Dick." He grabbed
his crotch as he talked. Carla just rolled her eyes.

Emily had only known the guy for half an hour but she was already hoping that
Carla would give this asshole a new outlook on life. Emily could have done it
herself, but, as awesome as she was, she readily admitted that Carla was more
so. Three years earlier, she had explained to Mr. Jones how Carla could beat
her even though she had a strength and size advantage. And over the last three
years, she had steadily improved strength-wise, and although she still
outweighed her, Carla had moved ahead even in the strength department. Taking
over the introductions, "Dick, this is Carla. She's a state champ wrestler."

"Really? I wrestled in high school. I wasn't state champ, but I shoulda been.
But I don't think schools should be wasting money on girls wrestling
programs."

"She wrestled against guys."

"And she was state champ? Must be a bunch of pussies she wrestled against."

Carla had been somewhat quiet up to this point. "I could beat you."

"Come on, you gotta be kidding. I was fucking good. I'm like five years older
than you, and I'm bigger, plus I've been workin' out again."

Tommy chimed in. "I only see you at the gym like, what, three times a week?"

"It's enough."

"Well, I work out five days a week, and Emily too. I think Carla works out six
days a week, in addition to her wrestling."

"Well, who cares? I just wanted to meet a hot babe and maybe get some action,
if you know what I mean. And you've introduced me to a major babe here."

"Well," Carla said quietly, "Do you want to prove yourself worthy of me?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Let's wrestle. Isn't that why we're here in Mr. Jones' basement with these
wall to wall mats?"

"Wrestling was not the kind of action I had in mind." He rubbed his crotch
again.

"Well, I like to wrestle, and it turns me on. You've already doubted my
abilities and now your total lack of charm has me turned off. Wrestle with me
and turn me on, big boy. Let's see what you got."

Dick started to strip down, Carla staring at him the whole time. She kicked
off her trainers and sensuously pulled down her leg warmers, then her yoga
pants. Underneath, she had a pair of tiny, tight gym shorts. Carla smiled to
herself as she turned around so that Dick could see roundest ass possible, so
muscular that her cheeks stuck out above the tops of the shorts as well as
below. With her back to him, she pulled the leg warmers back on. When she had
her yoga pants on, and the leg warmers pulled all the way up, they had sort of
hidden the size of her thighs. Now, with bare skin above the leggings which
she pulled up to only just above the knees, they emphasized the shapely
muscularity.

Before she removed her sweatshirt, Carla pulled a hair tie out of her pocket.
She bent forward with her head down so she could pull her hair into a ponytail
on top of her head. Standing back up, "What the fuck?" exclaimed Dick. Emily
and Tommy laughed, getting it right away. They all saw what that wrestler had
seen earlier in the day before he chickened out. It couldn't be seen with her
hair parted in the middle, but the sides of Carla's head were cut very short,
and shaved into both sides, "102-0"

"Oh, Carla girl, that's gotta make you even more frightening to opponents than
you already are."

"What is it?"

Carla was quiet, letting Emily take over the explanation as she smiled and
stared at her upcoming opponent. "That's her record through her junior year."

Tommy took over. "It's also the number of pins."

Now Carla chimed in. "I was going for a triple, but missed by just one."

"Huh?"

"Except for the finals of the state tournament in my freshman year. That's the
only match the made it to the second period. It was my fault actually. I
wanted to start the second period in the down position and then do the
fastest, most awesome reversal to pin imaginable. Mission accomplished, three
seconds. But I've still been taking it out on every opponent, you know, that
smudge on my record, ever since then. Let me finish getting ready. Are you
gonna keep your shirt on?"

Dick was having second thoughts, but he removed his shirt. Carla stifled a
laugh.

"Let me finish showing you the body that's gonna inflict a lot of pain on you
for the next hour or so." She slowly unzipped and removed her sweatshirt,
revealing that incredibly tight waist that was, as previously stated, half the
width of her shoulders, and less in circumference than her thighs. "We're
gonna wrestle high school/collegiate style until I get tired of pinning you,
and then we'll abandon the rules and get a little wilder."

"Maybe I was wrong. I've never seen a girl like you. Maybe you are a good
wrestler."

"A great wrestler."

"Maybe the best ever and one of the strongest. Carla, how long was your
longest match this year?"

"Seventeen seconds. I'm so overwhelming that I'm getting kinda bored. That's
why I wanna go off on this asshole." She turned back to Dick. "I'm gonna fuck
up your shit, buddy boy."

"Maybe I should go. I can't compete against some kind of jacked steroid
freak."

"She never done steroids. She started gymnastics when she was four and her
brother taught her wrestling skills when she was eleven. She beat him a year
later even though he was much bigger. Her father was a pro football player and
then a pro football strength coach. He trained her with the weights."

Carla stood quietly, staring at Dick with that intimidating smile before
saying, "It's too late to back out now. How does it feel being so scared of me
and so turned on by me at the same time? By the way, that steroid freak
comment is gonna cost you."

So they came to the middle of the mats. Dick made the first move. But in a
split second, Carla was behind him and had him on the mat in a sitting
position, Carla on her knees. She wrapped her arms around him, capturing his
chest and arms, bulled him forward and put her hands under his knees. She
lifted his legs slightly and wrapped her powerful ones around the whole
package. Dick's entire body as well as his arms and legs were now completely
captured. Carla rolled onto her back, bringing her legs, and all of Dick, up
and over her until his shoulders touched that mat above her head. Her arms
were completely free but gently touching his lower back, tickling him as Tommy
got down and slapped the mat, one, two, ... .

Suddenly, on that two count, her legs released and those powerful arms threw
him off and away from her. She kipped to her feet as Dick gathered himself,
trying to figure out what had happened. Emily explained, "That took four
seconds, and she could have pinned you, obviously, but she doesn't want it to
be over so quickly."

Facing off again, this time Carla attacked quickly, her right arm going under
his leg, but not grabbing hold, instead, pulling the leg up, her elbow under
his knee, and grabbing his arm. Her shoulder went into his chest as she
pounded him down onto his back. Her left arm grabbed his other hand yanking it
across and tucking it under his other arm as she pulled that arm in and up.
Wrapping her legs around his free one, she now had his right arm and left leg
tied up with his left arm as she began squeezing his other leg with her far
more powerful ones.

She started to arch her legs back and off the mat, painfully stretching his
and at the same time forcing his shoulders to the mat with the leverage of her
arched body. The whole thing took four seconds, FOUR SECONDS. Bringing her
free hand to her mouth, she feigned a yawn as Tommy slapped the mat, one, two,
... ..and then she rolled to her side until she was on her back, Dick
suspended above her.

"Wow, you're so strong, I couldn't do anything to stop you from reversing us."
Then she released her holds and threw him away once more. Carla was so
overwhelming and intimidating that she never had to brag or get loud, indeed
it wasn't in her nature. But she could be a show off from time to time. Now
was one of those times.

She sauntered over to her audience which now included Billy and his Mom who
had slipped in a few minutes earlier. "How am I doing guys?"

"I think you'd better be careful Carla. This guy is on the verge of a
comeback," joked Emily. "By the way, your body is looking more awesome than
ever. Your little outfit really emphasizes your perfection and the leg
warmers, well, the overall look is warming me up in places I hadn't expected,"
she purred as she rubbed her pussy. "What ya got next?"

"Something real basic." Dick was on his feet now, and decided to sneak attack,
rules be damned. He jumped on her back. Quick as a wink, she was jumping as if
his hundred and eighty pounds was nothing. She threw herself backwards, Dick
crashing to the mat on his back with her hundred and sixty plus pounds of
muscle landing on top of him. She grabbed his ankles as she stood, pulling him
through her legs, whipping him so he wound up face down. Getting behind the
stunned guy, she put her hands under his armpits, yanking him up so hard that
he became airborne and in one smooth motion, her arms were around his waist,
she was in a wrestler's bridge and his shoulders were once again on the mat.

"One, two ... ." This time Carla was counting for herself, again throwing him
away over her head. Before he even landed, she was on him. For the next
several minutes, she rolled herself and her hapless opponent from one end of
the mat to the other, each time coming to rest with his body in a different
hold, each time his shoulders on the mat as she counted for herself, "one,two
... .." before moving on to the next maneuver. It almost appeared as if he
wasn't trying to defend himself, but nothing could have been further from the
truth. Fact was Carla was unstoppable, with this guy or anyone else for that
matter, and everything she did was done with such explosive power and so
quickly that he couldn't even respond.

After one such roll involving three near pins, the holds getting more and more
painful as Carla found new ways to twist Dick's body, she stopped for a
second. He was balled up, arms and legs tucked in towards his body, her legs
entwined so that the merest flex would send him into convulsions of pain. She
was in a sitting position, leaning back on her arms, her triceps exploding as
her beautiful butt lifted off the mat with each leg flex. "As you can see,
friends, she managed between panting breaths, "we've sort of gone out of the
realm of mere high school style wrestling, and I'm getting really turned on."

"Well, I knew you weren't panting from exertion."

"Lord, no. He's zero competition for me. Anyway, this is going to spiral out
of control, sexually speaking, in a few minutes, so I don't know if you want
to stay or not."

Having been quiet all this time, Mrs. Jones, Stacy, suddenly chimed in. "I
wouldn't miss this for the world. Carla, watching you has gotten me all wound
up."

"Me too," said Emily. Tommy and Billy nodded their heads as well.

Carla sat quietly for a moment, thinking. "Okay, Billy and Tommy, out. It's
girls only." They moaned in unison. "Oh, but first, I haven't pinned him yet.
Can't spoil my perfect record. Tommy, this is similar to the hold I had you in
a few years ago, except I have all four of his limbs tied up." That said, she
slowly turned them over until his back was on the mat, and she was basically
sitting on him. Leaning, arching back, until her perfect tits were pointing at
the ceiling, his shoulders touched down, and she fondled those perfect puppies
as Emily came over and slapped one, two, three.

"Please can't we stay?" pleaded Billy.

"I'll call you when I'm done with Dickhead here and we'll have some fun,
okay?"

"And Tommy, after watching Carla here, I'm so horny I'm gonna I fuck you till
I rub the skin off your dick. I'll catch up with you soon." The boys left and
Emily turned to Stacy. "What about you?"

"Oh, if I want to, I can basically rape my husband any time I want, thanks to
your training. But I have a whole stable of young men to choose from. They all
seem to love doing it with a MILF with the body of a super fit woman their own
age who has an additional twenty-five years of sexual experience under her
belt. And I'm already horny enough to rip a dick right off a body from
watching Carla her."

By this point, Carla had released her latest devastating hold and was walking
around Dick's body as he lay there in a heap. There is something so
overwhelmingly sexual about a completely helpless man being silently mocked by
the "oh so superior" woman who has just destroyed him in physical combat. And
to think that she was just getting started. When he finally got his bearings
back she was lying next to him.

"I'll tell you what, big boy. I'm gonna lie here and you can get me in any
position you want. If you can hold my shoulders down for a three count, we
have sex. Now, don't you think that a girl that has all the physical skills
that I have in wrestling might be really good at fucking? Do you want to pass
up this opportunity, at least I don't think you want to."

He looked over at her, noticing that she had removed her tiny shorts and had
even tinier undies on. There was an inscription across the triangle of fabric
but it was too small to see from a distance. He couldn't believe how amazing
her body was, so powerful yet so female, with proportions that were almost
comic book in nature, like some super-heroine. So he crawled on top of her in
a cross body pin, scissoring one arm between his legs, and then reaching down
and pulling the opposite leg up, his elbow under her knee, before grabbing her
other arm with both of his.

Emily got down next to them. "One, two, ... ..". Carla lifted her shoulder,
just like the silly professional wrestling thing, but she really did it. This
happened three more times before she struck. She brought both arms inward like
she was doing dumbbell flyes, except her resistance was Dick's body. And it
wasn't a whole lot of resistance. He was fighting with all his might and she
was simple folding his body inward, the wrong way, painfully arching his back.
Then with her trademark blazing speed and unbelievable power, she flipped them
over, and when they came to rest, Dick was on his back and Carla was sitting
on his chest.

She pulled her wife beater over her head and then untied her hair. Staring
down at him with that smile, oh that smile, she started to tweak her nipples.
"Sorry, no fucking tonight." She stood, grabbing him by an arm, lifting and
literally flinging him towards the wall that was about seven feet away. His
back hit and he sunk down into a sitting position. Carla came over, her crotch
right at face level and he got a chance to read the inscription before she
leaned into his face with her pelvis: "Destroyer"

She started to grind herself against him as well as thrusting in and out. In
seconds she was experiencing an intense orgasm, causing her pelvic thrusts to
become stronger and stronger. Stopping for a second, she pulled him away from
the wall, still in a sitting position. Emily and Stacy watched in awe. They
knew what she was capable of on the wrestling mat, but she seemed to be losing
control and they wondered if Dick might really get hurt.

At this point, his head was tilted back and locked between her upper thighs,
but she couldn't get the kind of leverage she wanted so she fell back as she
hooked her feet under his back and then flipped him up and over her. The roll
continued and when they came to rest she was sitting on his face, looking
towards his body. Carly was incensed that this guy thought he was a match for
her but then she remembered that he did want to back out when he saw her
awesome physique. But, so what?

So, she started grinding her pussy on his face, pulling the pink panties to
the side, revealing another kind of pink. Stacy came over and pulled Dick's
shorts off. Seconds later, Carla was leaning back, arching that magnificent
torso as Stacy started to roughly play with Dick's dick. Carla had realized
that as she leaned back, his mouth lost contact with her pussy, so she sat
back up, and with once again stunning strength considering that she had no
leverage in this position, flipped his hundred and eighty pound body over like
he was a pancake.

Now that he was face down, she pulled him back into her pussy, craning his
neck back for better contact, Stacy showing her disappointment that she
couldn't fondle and abuse his member anymore. "He's a little bigger than
normal, at least 7 inches, not like my husband's little five inch thing, and I
think, no, I'm sure he's cum already." But Carla wasn't listening. She was
already in the throes of another orgasm, leaning back and twisting somewhat to
the side as her body writhed in pleasure, but almost breaking Dick's neck in
the process.

Moments later, back to a kneeling position for a moment, she reached forward
and grabbed his ankles before leaning back once again. Dick was held above
her, his back agonizingly arched, his face plastered even harder against her
womanhood, and his cock pointing straight at Stacy. "God, girl. In spite of
his pain, his cock seems to be getting harder than it already was, and
bigger."

Emily, who had been watching for the sides, pleasuring herself as she watched
her amazing friend abuse this jerk, came over to inspect. Looking at the now
almost eight inch cock, looking like it was ready to explode, "Tommy's
bigger."

"Oh, you're just trying to make me envious."

"Anyway, watching this superior girl dismantle this guy has me so horny I'm
going to find my big boy. By the way, your son, Billy, is even bigger than
Tommy. That wasn't meant to make you envious." All of a sudden, Carla flung
Dick away with so much force that he flew into Stacy, knocking her over.

"Where is he?" she growled, her sexual reverie momentarily broken.

"Who?"

"Billy. I want my virginity taken by a guy with a huge cock."

"Third floor, last door on the left. You're still a virgin?" But Carla was
already exiting. And now, Emily gone too, "Well, Dick, looks like it's just
the two of us. I know Emily roughed you up pretty well, but it's my turn now.
You came in here thinking you were all that, from what I've heard, and you
never had a chance against the most awesome eighteen year old on the planet.
But now you're about to have your clock cleaned by a forty-five year old
woman. And yes, I know you're somewhat banged up, but let me assure you that
even if you were fresh, I could kick your ass with ease. Emily has been
training me for six years now. I'm way stronger than the average guy, and from
my perspective, you are very average."

As she talked she stripped down until she was just in her thong. "You're
forty-five?"

"Yup. Just shows what weight training can do. I see your penis likes what it
sees. And we're not gonna fight, by the way. We're just gonna have sex, very
rough sex." She pounced on him facing his body, immediately planting her pussy
on his face after securing his arms under the folds of her strong legs. Stacy
grabbed his cock and started to pull on it as she grinded herself against his
nose. Before the evening was over, she fucked Dick hard enough that he really
did feel like she was going to tear it off. The evening culminated with her
double ended dildo shoved deep into her womanhood and his ass as she fucked
him mercilessly, pulling his head back with a handful of hair, forcing him to
look into her eyes as she pounded away for what seemed like an eternity to the
poor guy.