Not Fat Anymore, Pt. 5  
by Musclehead



A few days later: "ARE YOU THE BITCH WHO'S TRAINING MY BOY?"

"He's not a boy, and, yes, he asked me to help him." Katie instantly
recognized Christie Walker, the girl, the cheerleader from high school who
used to torment her relentlessly, but Christie didn't recognize her. Katie had
changed so much, not just her body, but her whole demeanor due to her
self-confidence. She took better care of her hair. Her skin was now flawless
due to her great diet, and she wore those big hoop earrings most of the time
that emphasized her femininity. She would have been hot even if she didn't
have a perfect body.

Christie was very muscular, a little bigger than Katie, and mean and nasty as
a snake. As Katie stood her ground, Christie got right up in her face
screaming at her. "Stay away from him or I'll hit you so hard I'll kill your
whole family."

"It's none of your business. If he wants me to train him, I'll train him."
Without warning a fist came out of nowhere connecting solidly with Katie's
nose, breaking it. She was stunned, seeing stars. This bitch knew how to hit,
and she was strong as hell. But somewhere in the back of her mind, Katie
recalled Steve saying that she was stronger than Christie, in spite of the
fact that Christie did steroids. And that was a couple of months previous.
Katie had gotten even stronger since then.

But before she could gather herself, another shot came out, this time hitting
Katie squarely in the stomach. A startled Christie stepped back for a second,
amazed that her hit didn't seem to faze Katie. Quickly clearing at least
enough cobwebs to see where Christie was, Katie charged at her, getting her in
a bearhug. As Christie started pounding on Katie's back and shoulders, the
only thing she could reach, Katie squeezed with all her might.

She had Christie off her feet, so she ran towards the wall, slamming her into
it with such tremendous force that all of Christie's punching and flailing of
her legs stopped instantly. Katie dropped her limp body to the floor and
turned around, wiping the tears from her eyes and lifting her shirt up to wipe
away the blood coming from her nose. Her exposed abs had a big red spot,
testament to the force of Christie's punch, reinforcing how solid Katie's abs
were.

When she could finally see clearly and the ringing had stopped in her ears,
she noticed the half a dozen people who were in the gym at the time, standing,
staring. Then they started clapping. Evidently Christie was not well liked.
Finally, Katie spoke. "Would you guys mind packing it in so I can close up
early tonight?"

"No problem. Do you want someone to take you to the hospital for your nose?"

"Thanks, but no. It'll be alright. Christie doesn't remember who I am, but
I've got an old score to settle with her. You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all. We hate her. She bullies everybody, but she's especially mean to
Pete."

"After tonight she won't bully him or anyone else anymore, I can promise you
that."

A little while later, as Christie was coming to, "Where the fuck am I?"

"Watch your mouth."

"Fuck you. Hey, what the fuck?" She looked around at her surroundings. They
were in the aerobics room, filled with mats and mirrors. And a bar attached to
the wall, for stretching. Both of Christie's wrists were tied to the bar. "How
the fuck did I get here. Untie me bitch."

"When I'm ready."

"Oh, you need to have my arms out of the way in order to try and hurt me."

"I knocked you out by bearhugging you and running with your entire bodyweight,
slamming you into the wall, didn't I?"

"A sneak attack. No bitch can hurt me, very few guys even."

"Actually, it was you who sucker punched me. And then, in case you forgot,
your second hit, to my midsection did nothing." She lifted her sweatshirt up
and for the first time, Christie saw a part of Katie's body besides her hands,
feet and head. She was well versed enough in physiques to see that even if
Katie wasn't all ripped and such, that that was one powerful core. And the big
red welt saw evidence that she had hit her hard.

"So what are you gonna do to me?"

"I'm gonna tell you a little about myself and then I'm gonna untie you."

"Christie looked down at the floor and at the moment, 'What the fuck? Why am I
naked? You some kind of lesbo?"

"No, but before tonight is over, I'm going to prove that you're attracted to
women in spite of yourself. Well, at least one woman." She stopped talking for
a minute and walked over in front of Christie. "You don't know who I am, do
you?"

"Should I?"

"We went to high school together. You used to torment me endlessly."

"Big deal. I tormented a lot of girls, but never good looking ones."

"So you think I'm good looking?"

"I didn't mean it that way. I picked on ugly girls, and fat ones."

"So you picked on girls who already had low self-esteem. My, that's not very
nice,"

"So?"

"You do have issues, don't you?"

"Fuck you."

"There you go again. Anyway, I'll give you a hint. I was fat, and a nerd, you
know, a good student. My brother was taller and lean, an athlete. Anyway,
after my freshman year in college, because of my smarts, I got to go to
Australia for the summer where I met some cool hard-body billabong girls, as
they called themselves. They were all super fit, and instead of being mean to
me, like you were, they took me under their wing, taught me better eating
habits and how to surf and stuff."

"Another year later, I had lost a lot of weight, and had gotten really fit. I
also got a boob job, 'cause I liked having tits, and you know how it is,
getting lean, you loose them. I didn't want pathetic little ones, you know,
like yours. Even though all I did was calisthenics, and bodyweight exercises,
like pushups and pullups, I got pretty strong for a girl. I came home for the
summer after my sophomore year. My brother, during this time, had gotten
really out of shape, no exercising, partying at school. He looked awful with
his skinny body and a little gut."

"Yeah. Anyway, he should have been a supportive brother, but instead, he was
just as much of an asshole as you, relentlessly taunting me. Now that I was
fit, and he wasn't, I was pretty sure that I was stronger than him. So I
goaded him into a confrontation, and even though he attacked me, I quickly and
easily had him under my control. I was so turned on that sexually abused him,
no intercourse or anything, I just made him lick my pussy. Yes, my twin was
gonna pay for his abuse. Keith was really in for it."

"Keith Hatfield? You're Katie Hatfield?"

"The same. Then I met Steve, Coach Morgan. He began training me. I got real
strong, I mean real strong, not just for a girl, but real strong period."

"He wouldn't train me."

"Cause you do steroids, and he doesn't lie your nasty personality. So anyway,
I spent the summer getting my revenge on all Keith's friends who picked on me
over the years. I only have one left, other than you, and I want to make sure
I'm even stronger for the last one. None of Keith's friends were any challenge
for me. I thought you might do a little better."

"Bitch, I'm strong as hell, I know how to fight. I'll kill you."

"I'm strong as hell too. I don't fight. But I'd like to wrestle."

"Haha. I'll kill you there too. My boyfriend as a senior was Scott Lyman. He
taught me how to wrestle before I started hitting the weights. After a year of
lifting, I kicked his ass, just like I'd do to you."

"Well, I've never done any kind of fighting, other than my brother. All his
friends, I just got them so high they didn't know what was going on. They all
thought I was the best fuck of their lives, even though I only actually fucked
one of them. I didn't really fight any of them, I just overpowered them and
made them service me, but they were so turned on by my awesome body that they
all thought I fucked them and then some."

She stopped talking and walked out into the middle of the mats. Slowly,
starting with her sweatpants, she stripped down in front of Christie, the tied
up bodybuilder clearly getting more fidgety with each newly revealed strong,
curvy bodypart. When she finally removed her tiny panties, she quietly spoke.
"As you can see, you're not going to have to worry about getting any pubic
hair in your mouth."

"Yeah, but you will, you fucking cunt. As soon as you untie me I'm gonna beat
the shit out of you and then make you lick my hairy pussy."

Katie slowly walked toward Christie, her awesome tits leading the way, nipples
swollen in anticipation of events to come. When she got to her, Katie put her
hands on Christie's wrists and leaned in, gently brushing her face with her
breasts. Christie let out a moan. Not a quiet moan, a pretty loud one. Then,
to give Christie a taste of her power, Katie leaned in, cutting off her air
supply. As soon as she started to struggle, Katie let up.

Back to gentle rubbing and after a few minutes, Christie let out a loud cry as
she thrashed about in wild ecstasy. Katie let go and walked back to the middle
of the mats, her perfect ass drawing Christie's attention as she recovered
from her orgasm. "Hah, I told you I'd get to you."

"You fucking bitch. Untie me."

"I untied you right when I came over, but you were so enthralled with my
beautiful boobs that you didn't notice. I held you firm while you struggled
for air and when you were writhing about during your meltdown over my ta-tas."

"I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP." Screaming like a banshee, Christie ran at Katie, and
the battle was on. It was strength and skill on the part of Christie against
overwhelming power on Katie's part. She figured Christie to be probably twice
as strong as her brother, Keith, but still, this match didn't last too long as
Katie was able to power out of any hold that Christie managed to put her in.

Soon enough, Katie was sitting on Christie, right below her small, soft
breasts. Christie's arms were captured, straight down next to her body, caught
under Katie's legs. As she smiled down at her, Katie couldn't help but taunt a
little. "Christie, how does it feel to be a steroid taking bodybuilder, and
yet be overpowered by a woman who looks more like a porn star with muscles?
How does it feel to know that the woman sitting on you, completely controlling
you is every man's wet dream?"

"You're not completely controlling me," she spat as she swung her legs up,
trying to latch on to Katie's upper body to pull her back. But Katie's core
was so strong that she didn't budge, instead, she calmly grabbing her ankles,
tucking them under her arms.

"Now I am. Take a look at these beautiful tits of mine. Yes, their enhanced,
but they look so much better than yours, just like everything else about me.
And they're so firm." While still holding Christie's legs tightly between her
arm and her lats, she closed her eyes and began fondling her breasts, cupping
their fullness, pinching her nipples, kneading them like they were bread
dough. Christie could only lie there and watch as Katie brought herself off
just by the stimulation she was providing to those glorious ta-tas.

Finally settling down, she looked down at Christie and smiled. "Yours may be
real, but they're small and somewhat soft. I got an idea. Maybe if I
reposition myself sort of sideways to you, I can see if one of them can
stimulate my pussy, while the other one is positioned under my ass. Which do
you think would win a contest, your soft tit or my rock hard ass?"

"Nooo, please don't."

"Hah, back in high school when I begged you to stop humiliating me, did you
ever stop?" She repositioned herself like she said, wrapping one leg around
Christie's neck, tucked in the fold of her knee. Katie's arms were still
caught under Katie's hundred and sixty pounds of muscle, while Katie reached
and grabbed a leg, pulling up. She started rubbing her pussy on one of
Christie's breasts while wedging the other between two very round, very firm
glutes, and began flexing her ass, painfully squeezing Christie's overmatched
boob.

Katie was getting hotter and hotter by the second. Christie was a very strong
woman, correction, a very strong person, much stronger than the average man,
and Katie was handling her as if she were the skinniest, weakest girl around.
Somewhere in her sexual fog, as she used Christie's little boobs for her feral
pleasure, Katie opened her eyes and glanced down at Christie's pussy.

"My, God," she thought, "her clitoris is huge, like a small penis. Must be
from the steroids. And it's throbbing. I can see it throbbing. My beauty and
power must be turning her on as much as it does me." She reached down and
grabbed it with two fingers and Christie immediately started bucking so much
that she almost dislodged Katie.

As they both wound down from their latest, Katie still seated on Christie's
chest, pondered one last way to humiliate this bitch. She looked down at
Christie's still quivering body. In all her flopping around, Christie's lower
legs had gotten folded under her hamstrings, bent at the knee, the left one
crisscrossed under the right. Katie managed to speak through all her panting.
"I'll bet being a female, you understand better what a woman wants. So it
would make sense if you were better at licking pussy than all the guys I've
forced to do it."

"Noooo,please,mmffft." Her cries were muffled as Katie quickly re-positioned
herself with her bare pussy right over Christie's mouth, tucking her arms in
the folds of her powerful legs. Then she reached down by Christie's lower back
with her right arm, grabbing her left ankle, securing both Christie's legs,
still crossed underneath her.

When they started out their confrontation a half hour earlier, on a scale of
one to five strength-wise, Christie was a three and Katie was a five. And
indeed, both women's strength had multiplied, the more they got turned on. But
whereas, five isn't even twice three, five times five almost triples three
times three. Katie's strength was so overwhelming at this point that Christie
was way more than merely helpless. This was physical domination so complete
that the female bully couldn't even comprehend it.

Katie rolled onto her back, taking Christie with her, so now she was lying on
top of Katie. Katie reached with her free hand to the back of Christie's head,
shoving her face ever harder into her pussy. A slow, incredibly powerful
orgasm was building in her. As she tensed and tensed more and more, she was
unconsciously pulling downward on Christie's captured left leg, bending the
helpless Christie's spine ever farther backwards the wrong way.

And then she felt one of Christie's feet brush the back of her left hand, the
one holding onto the back of Christie's head. She let go and reached up to
fondle one of her magnificent breasts, while holding Christie's head into her
swollen pussy with her own feet. Katie's nipples were so erect they felt like
they were going to explode. As soon as she touched one of them, her powerful
torso arched into a wrestler's bridge, the only parts of her body touching the
mat being the tips of her toes and the top of her head.

Her explosion was the most intense of many intense sexual firestorms of her
life. It seemed to go on forever as she remained in that arched position,
holding the body of Christie above her. As she had arched, Christie's arms had
come loose, so Katie was basically holding her captured with one hand. But
through her sexual frenzy, Katie noticed that by this point, Christie was
eagerly servicing her sweet pussy, and instead of using her freed arms to try
to get away, Christie was enthusiastically running her hands up and down the
backs of Katie's legs and kneading her glorious muscular glutes.

And then somehow, Christie stuck a finger into Katie's ass and Katie went so
savagely berserk that she not only knocked Christie out, she rendered herself
unconscious as well. When she came to a minute later, Christie was lying in a
heap at her feet.

Could things get any better? Of course they could. One last payback, the hated
Craig.