Not Fat Anymore Pt. 6 
by Musclehead



Katie sat watching the twitching body of Christie lying there, her chest
heaving and unconsciously sobbing every once in a while. Yes, back in high
school she, along with so many others had done so much to make Katie's life
miserable, and she deserved the retaliation that Katie had heaped on her. But
now, her world turned upside down, she seemed so pathetic. Yes, she was pretty
and had an awesome body, in fact, with some breasts, she might rival Katie,
but right now Katie was feeling sorry for her.

That probably spoke to the fact that Katie had such a good heart. She wondered
what it was that drove Christie to be so nasty. She was about to find out.
Finally conscious, Christie sat on the mat, her face between her knees, her
powerful arms wrapped around her head. She quietly cried for such a long time
that Katie came over and wrapped her arms around Christie's shoulders in a
gesture of sympathy. Christie did not resist.

Finally lifting her head, "I'm sorry I picked on you so much back then. I knew
it was wrong." She stopped for a second and gathered herself. "You're so nice.
You didn't deserve it. Can I tell you something?" Katie nodded her head. "No
one knows. Promise ... ."

"I won't say anything."

"Well, my Mom knows. I hate her for not protecting me, but I know she couldn't
do much." She had to stop again to ponder whether she really wanted to say
anything. "I was so nasty to everyone because I was taking out my anger and
frustration and sadness on anyone who I could ... ... My, my step-dad has been
abusing me, ya know, sexually, since I first got boobs. I actually had some
back then. I was in good shape, had a great body, but different than now."

"I remember. Well, as strong as you are now, I suppose that's over that he's
not abusing you anymore."

"No. When he figured out that I was hitting the weights, he started to also,
and somehow he had access to steroids right away. I actually got my first ones
when I stole them from him. He's still stronger than me and he still abuses
me. Actually, that's why I haven't got a boob job. I don't want him to get the
pleasure of that also."

"I wish I could help you."

She held Christie tight as Christie started to cry again. When she settled
back down, "I think you can."

"How?"

"You are so much stronger than me. I don't know how, but you are. You
overpowered me a lot more than he does. I think you're stronger than him, by a
lot, quite frankly. Except for Coach Morgan, you're the strongest person I've
ever seen."

A week later, Katie put Christie's abusive step-father in the hospital. The
doctors assumed that he had been mugged by more than one person.

It was now summer break for all the college guys. Katie had planned a pool
party and had told Keith that all his buddies should come. They all jumped at
the chance to see Katie with little on once again. Keith was instructed to
tell Craig to come, about an hour after everyone else would arrive. None of
the guys liked Craig all that much anymore. He had continued to work out in
college, and while he was nowhere near being in Katie's league, he was
stronger than any of the stoners. And he let them know that whenever possible.

As usual, the guys were all as wasted as possible. Katie's new friend,
Christie, was there, with her new tits. She looked great, and with the heavy
burden of her abusive step-dad off her shoulders, she was a bright and
cheerful person. In spite of being stoned out of their heads, even these
dimwits could see that this hot muscular woman was surely stronger than any of
them.

They were all kind of disappointed that Katie was covered up. That's why they
were there, to see her bitchin' bod. But Christie was a good consolation prize
to look at, even if they were a bit intimidated by the muscles. As to Katie,
She was wearing yoga pants, so they could still figure out how shapely her
lower half was, but her top was oversized and mostly covered her up. Still,
those great tits really stuck out.

Finally, after lots of dope, etc., the hour was almost at hand. "Hey guys, can
I have your attention? Gather 'round, find a chair for the show." They all
assumed she was going to strip down and she was going to, eventually. "I
assume it was easy enough to get you here since you all have the hots for me,
and figured that this being a pool party and all, I'd be wearing some sort of
bikini. In due time, in due time. But you all gotta admit, Christie here is
quite some eye candy too."

"Yeah, even with all those muscles. Hey Christie, are you stronger than me,
you think?" Sam, the biggest of the group stupidly asked.

"You have no idea, Sam."

"Yeah, actually the only one here who might get it is my brother, Keithy.
'Cause you have no idea about me either. I know every one of you think I was
the best fuck of your lives ... ."

"Yeah," "Fuckin' A," "You know it", they spoke all at once.

"The fact is, I only actually fucked one of you. But I did sexually overwhelm
all of you. And you were all too high to realize that I was stronger than any
of you." She paused for a second. "You know, being high plays funny things
with your memory. The next day you can't remember exactly what happened the
night before, only that it was awesome. But then, maybe a year later, it all
comes flooding back. Phil, that blowjob was great, wasn't it?"

"The best."

"Except it didn't happen. I used my hand. But I made you lick my pussy all
night, because I was stronger than you and I could make you. You were so high
that servicing me was getting you off."

"I don't believe it."

"How do you think you wound up in your car window, half in half out?"

"You put me there?"

"Do you remember anything else? Think hard."

"My whole body was sore for a week."

"What about you, Fred? Remember anything?"

He winced at the memory. "I was really sore too. And my dick wouldn't point
straight for a month."

"I exercise my pussy as well. You were even rude to me that night, so I broke
your dick while it was inside me." He winced with the memory, they all winced,
Christie giggled. "Sam, where were you when you woke up?"

"On the roof of my van?"

"Right. See, I was working out all summer, getting stronger by the week.
Keith, tell them."

"Sam, guys, you won't believe this, but I watched from my bedroom window as
she picked you up over her head and put you up there. My sister is incredibly
strong."

"And that was last summer. I'm stronger now. Phil, I started with you because
you the weakest. I hadn't even started working with weights yet, just
calisthenics. You're absolutely pathetic, actually you all are."

Christie interrupted, "Guys, I am probably twice as strong as any of you
except possibly Sam, but I guarantee I'm a lot stronger than you too, though
maybe not twice as strong. Katie is quite a bit stronger than me." They all
sat there in stunned silence for a minute and then Katie started again.

"I hurt you all because of the way you treated me in high school when I was
fat. I was especially hard on Keith because he should have come to my aid
considering he's my twin brother."

"She hurt me bad too,' Christie interjected, "but now we're friends."

"Other than Keith, 'cause like I said, he's my brother and should have been
there for me, other than him, Craig was the worst. When he gets here, I want
you all to be talking about what a great fuck I am, to get him jealous. I
understand he used to always push you guys around. If you want me to get back
at him for you guys as well, just lead him on and then when he shoots his big
mouth about wanting to fuck me, I'll take it from there."

"Yeah, we don't like him too much anymore. He's pretty tough, though."

Katie stepped away from the group so they could all see better, and then she
slowly took off her yoga pants and then pulled the top over her head, standing
there in a tanktop and short cutoffs. All the guys had instant boners.

When they finally settled down she spoke. "Well guys, don't I look strong?"
Indeed, Katie's muscles still looked the way she wanted them to, not all
striated like someone all ripped for an onstage competition, but you could
still see every muscle, and they were full and round. She actually weighed the
same now as she did when she was fat, having gain thirty pounds of muscle in
the last two years. Even with all those voluptuous curves, you can't hide that
much muscle.

"By the way, in addition to being incredibly strong, Christie here has taught
me some wrestling skills. You all remember Scott Lyman, don't you?"

"Yeah, he was a really good wrestler in high school."

"Well, he taught Christie how to wrestle when we were still in school.. After
graduation and a year of weight training, she kicked his butt. Pretty cool,
don't you think?"

"And Katie is so strong, she could beat me before I taught her, so imagine how
unstoppable she is now."

"Plus, I met this little dynamo at the gym who is a gymnast and she taught me
some stuff. I'll try to work some gymnastics into my little show."

Stupid Fred chimed in, "How could you do gymnastics with those tits?"

Katie smiled and then walked over to him and bent down, sticking those
beauties near his face. All of a sudden, with just one arm, she pulled his
head into her breasts. He trashed about like a Wildman, struggling for air but
she just held him there, smiling at the group, apparently exerting little
effort in overpowering him with one hand. Just when he was about to pass out,
she let go, and as he gulped in much needed air, she stood up. "Any more
stupid comments?"

They all shook their heads simultaneously, although they were all thinking
that if you had to die, what a way to go. "Hey, Katie," Christie called out
from over by the corner of the house. "Craig's here."

"You guys know what to do." She grabbed her clothes and disappeared into the
house.

A little while later, Craig was being his usual asshole self, ogling
Christie's awesome body while at the same time disparaging her muscles. When
Katie came out, the first words out of his mouth weren't even hello or
anything. "Hey Katie, the guys all said you got rid of your fat ass and now
you're a great fuck. Phil here said you give great head. I don't remember it
that way."

That last comment startled everyone, especially Keith. "Katie?"

Katie got some tears in her eyes. Gathering herself, she turned to everyone
but talked first to Craig. "I guess you think you should get to fuck me just
'cause I fucked all of these guys."

"Yeah, you should be with a real man. Baby, I'll rock your world."

"No, I'll rock yours. In addition to losing weight, I've learned that I like
to wrestle for exercise. And it's a real turn on so I'd rather do it with
guys. If you want to fuck me, we'll have to wrestle first."

"You're on, Babe. I'll pin you and then while I'm still holding you down I'll
fuck you. Right in front of these guys. And when musclewoman Christie here
sees how awesome I am, she'll want me to fuck her too. Hey, Christie, do those
muscles make you a better fuck?"

"Why don't you find out with Katie first, asshole?"

Katie turned back to the group, but still addressing Craig. "You are the
biggest asshole I've ever known. Take off your shirt, Craig. Guys, back in
high school Craig told me he'd take me to the prom if I sucked his dick, and
then when I was done, he laughed at me and told me he'd never go out with a
fat slob like me. That was the cruelest thing anyone ever did to me. She went
over and stood next to him then slowly once again pulled off her yoga pants
and top. This time she had on a tiny leopard skin suit that was too small to
be called a bikini. Just tiny patches covering her pussy and her nipples. She
looked like some kind of savage jungle goddess.

Craig was decently built, but standing next to her, the differences were
glaring, even to the vain Craig. "Well guys, who do you think is going to win
our little fight?"

Craig seemed to know that he was completely outclassed just by looking at her,
so he attacked before she had finished setting her clothes down. He got Katie
in a full nelson, leaning back and trying to pick her up enough to get her
feet off the ground. That was when he realized that she might out-weigh him.
Katie winked at the group then exploded her arms down, breaking free. Before
he could react, she jumped high and back flipped over him. Her gymnast friend
had taught her well.

As she landed, her arms went around his waist and then she threw her upper
body backwards into a bridge, Craig's shoulders slamming to the ground, his
legs up in the air. Someone started counting, one, two, and just before three,
she moved her hands to his back, pushed hard and away he flew as she bounced
to her feet. "Oh, he's so strong I just couldn't hold on," she mocked. Indeed,
she had really learned her lessons from Christie as well.

Craig scrambled to his feet and ran at her in a rage, leaping at her at the
last second. She caught him and repositioned him crossways in one smooth move,
and then spinning and leaping, she slammed him down on his back with bone
crunching force. This contest was over. But she was just beginning. For the
next half hour she brutalized him as badly as he deserved, getting as aroused
at her own awesomeness as everyone else was watching this mismatch.

At one point, as he lay there, almost convulsing from the hurtin' she was
putting on him, she went over to the cooler and grabbed a beer. "Guys, take a
look, (as if they had taken their eyes off her for even a second). I'm
learning how to juggle. She gently threw it up, the beer can making a slow,
lazy flip before she caught it. After doing it several times, she explained,
"The trick is to take your time."

And then, "I love this cool contrast between going slow and easy and then
suddenly doing a fast, explosive move." As she said this, she gracefully,
almost in slow motion, caught the can and then suddenly turned her hand and
slammed the beer can down onto the picnic table, crushing it flat, beer
spraying everywhere. Time to remove the swimsuit.

She sauntered over to Sam. "Lick it off." He immediately went for her tits.
"No, my abs." As he finished cleaning her up, she put a hand on the back of
his head and pushed his face into those beautiful hard ridges. He struggled,
grabbing at her arm with both of his, to no avail. Then she let go and he
dropped to the ground.

Heading back to Craig, she called over her shoulder, "Keith, this is for you."
She picked Craig up and held him across her chest, facing away from her,
turned around towards the group, easily pressing him over her head while
looking Keith in the eye. "Watch this." She lowered her arms slightly and then
straightening them suddenly, tossing Craig into the air above her. His almost
unconscious body did a slow lazy turn, just like the beer can. She caught him
in her arms, again across her chest, this time facing in towards her. And then
with sudden explosive power that was hard to conceive, she slammed him to the
ground once again with her hundred and eighty pounds of muscle crushing down
on him ... ... just like that beer can. Raising her awesome upper body up on
her arms she stared at Keith as he lost it in his shorts.

For the next hour, Katie used Craig's face almost continuously for her
pleasure even as she bent his body into all sorts of un-natural positions. At
some point, Christie came over and impaled herself on the almost unconscious
Craig's member getting herself naked as well. The girls simultaneously fucked
his face and his cock while playing with, fondling, and sucking each other's
perfect breasts. If Craig got close to coming, Christie clamped down hard on
his cock, stopping him instantly. But all the other guys had multiple orgasms
watching them destroy this deserving guy.

When it was all over, Katie's catharsis complete, they threw Craig into his
car and went back to the pool. Katie lit a joint and sat back on a lounge
chair, allowing each guy to take his turn servicing her pussy with their
tongue, each newly aware that she was far superior to them in every way.

For her entertainment, Christie had impromptu wrestling matches with whichever
guy wasn't busy with Katie, having an easy time with each one, highlighted
when she took Keith and Phil on at the same time, the results the same,
actually ending the afternoon with Phil in a tight cradle that she held with
just one arm, his face pushed into one of her beautiful breasts. The only
bodypart he could move was his tongue on her nipple, while she held Keith's
upper body in check with her strong legs, one of his legs pulled and twisted
up over her thigh with her other hand his face buried in her newly shaved
pussy, his tongue also busy at work.

Could things get any better for Katie, and Christie, for that matter? Surely
they'd find a way.