Not Fat Anymore Pt. 2 
by Musclehead



Katie was in heaven. Keith didn't know it yet, but he had entered hell. She
felt like he and his nasty friend's had stolen her adolescence. Yes, life was
great now, but nothing could bring back those lost years when so much
self-discovery should have been going on. So now he was gonna pay, his friends
as well, them soon enough, Keith now. She had left him there by the pool, and
gone inside and up to her room, looking for her stash.

Her pussy was still tingling as she took a deep toke and looked out the window
at her brother lying there in the grass, his chest heaving every once in a
while as he quietly sobbed, wallowing in his humiliation. Katie noticed
something she hadn't a few minutes earlier when she was using his face to get
herself off. He was erect, at least he was now. Pervert. Was he getting off on
his own sister? Was it her beautiful curvy body, her physical strength, or
both?

She took a few more tokes and then made her way back downstairs and out. She
stopped for a second in the kitchen to grab something to mindlessly eat, and
then reminded herself what that one babe in Australia had taught her, that in
order to be able to reconcile smoking pot with all the healthy aspects of her
new life, she had to always resist succumbing to the munchies, instead
funneling that urge into some physical activity.

Katie opened the refrigerator door, and then the veggie cooler, finding a nice
fresh carrot, and then was out the back door and back to the pool, where Keith
still lay in the grass, his shorts still tented up. It looked like he had been
reaching for his crotch area when he saw her coming and quickly pulled his
hand away. Katie plopped down on his soft belly, capturing his arms at his
sides with her strong shapely upper legs, her knees bent and her shins on the
ground.

Staring down at her brother, Katie slowly, sensuously licked the carrot from
one end to the other, and then put it in her mouth, pushing it in and then
pulling it out, back and forth a few times before taking it out and sticking
it between her breasts and repeating the same motion before sticking it back
in her mouth, still staring as Keith's reaction slowly changed from humiliated
whimpers to embarrassed moans.

Suddenly, Katie bit down on the carrot, breaking it in half, then tossing the
one half aside while she chewed and swallowed the other. She laughed as his
moaning changed to a grimace and then she started playing with her beautiful
ta-tas. Her nipples were already erect, only becoming moreso as she fondled
them, sometimes cupping the fullness of her breasts, sometimes brushing the
nipples both outside the fabric, and occasionally slipping her fingertips in
under the tiny triangle of fabric that covered so little, that round firm
tit-flesh shown on all sides.

Suddenly, Keith erupted, his body convulsing as much as it was possible to
convulse with her strong hundred and fifty pounds weighing down on his weak
hundred and forty-five. Not one to waste her present state, buzzed in more
than one way, from the pot, from the fondling of her breasts, she brought
herself off merely by the stimulation she was providing to those beautiful
tits, never taking her eyes off his, until he looked away in shame. "Ohhhh,
yes brother, I totally own you, physically and mentally. Now, go to your room,
I want to take a dip in the pool without my suit on. You can beat off again in
your room, thinking about my hot body, but don't you dare look."

As he got up and left, his body-language betrayed his newly discovered
awareness that his life had changed drastically in a short half hour. She
removed her top and thong and dove into the cool water, so much enjoying the
first day of her planned payback.

The next day, as she stood in line at the grocery store the next day
contemplating what had gone on with her brother the previous day, Katie
wondered why she had gotten more turned on than usual. Was it simply that she
was getting revenge on a sibling who had tormented her all those years instead
of being supportive in her time of need? No, that wasn't it. She came to the
only logical conclusion. It was pitting her strength against his in a most
overwhelming fashion. Yes that was it, it must be. And while Katie was pretty
strong, she assumed that if she got stronger, maybe, no, most assuredly it
would be even more of a turn on.

But she'd have to find someone other than Keith. Yes, she'd still torment him
and she also planned to get back at his friends, though in a somewhat
different way, but she'd need more of a challenge than he could provide. As
she stood in line, daydreaming, she seemed unaware or maybe was just
indifferent, to all the stares she was getting. Every guy, even ones who were
at the store with relatively attractive women, couldn't help but sneak a look.
And who could blame them? No longer one to "hide her light under a bushel",
her physical beauty was out there for everyone to see.

She was wearing tight, low cut jeans, and a tanktop but she was wearing bra.
There were several inches of flat, firm midriff showing and those great
breasts sat high on her chest, nipples erect, probably due to her daydreaming
about dominating her brother. She was indeed strong, but still in that
category, "strong for a girl", and being stronger than her brother was not
that big of a deal, since after all, he was pretty weak. Katie had decided
while standing there in line that she wanted to be stronger than guys who
weren't weaklings, or at least be as strong as them.

In her relaxed state, her muscle didn't show, but it was obvious that she was
healthy and fit. And it was a guarantee that every guy, and maybe a few women
as well, who saw her standing had one thing on their minds, sex. Because Katie
just oozed sexuality. Most of these people were very average, and they really
don't know or understand when they're looking at someone who has achieved a
fitness level that's way beyond average.

But there was one person there who recognized right away that this was a woman
who worked out, and instantly recognized that she had the potential to achieve
even more. "Katie? Is that you, Katie Hatfield?"

"Coach Morgan?"

"Wow, you look great. College life has been great for you. Usually just the
opposite happens."

"Well, it helps to have support instead of everyone trying to make fun of you.
Not that my mom wasn't supportive. But, you know, peers."

"Well, the turnaround is almost too amazing to believe. You must have gotten
some coaching."

"Miss, you're up, could you put your groceries on the belt?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." She started to unload her cart. The coach couldn't help but
notice that it was all healthy stuff, lots of veggies and fruit, and some
fish.

She continued, "I went to Australia after my freshman year in school. All
those cool women down there, who are all into fitness, they really helped me a
lot."

"Well, you're obviously fit and strong, ... "

"Nobody else seems to notice that I'm strong until I show them."

"Katie, remember, I'm the strength coach at the high school and the junior
college. I'm a pro, I can see what you got and I can see your potential." They
continued to talk as the clerk checked her groceries while stealing glances at
her breasts and her exposed skin every once in a while. Coach Morgan seemed to
forget that he was there to get some groceries as well. When the bagging was
done, and she was heading out to her car, he stayed with her, continuing to
listen to her story. She didn't mind.

Coach Morgan, Steve, was in his early thirties, wasn't a huge guy, maybe
five-eight and a hundred and seventy-five pounds, but he was in awesome shape,
and was extremely strong. This strength coach followed his own advice. But he
was a cool guy, not like most of the people involved with football, and other
sports requiring a lot of strength. And he had always been kind to Katie, even
coming to her rescue a few times back when she was in high school.

"So what do you do, working out-wise, I mean?"

"Really, just some aerobics and calisthenics, plus I run and bike, and I
learned how to surf when I was in Australia."

"No weights? That's hard to believe."

"Well, a little, and I'd like to get stronger, but I don't know what I'm
doing. None of the girls I met down under did any lifting, but they had all
been so physical from such a young age, part of the culture I guess, that they
were all just so awesome. I'll bet most of them were as strong as the average
guy here in America, just from their lifestyle. They turned my life around,
but I was only there a few months, and I certainly hadn't caught up to any of
them by the time I left. I had lost a lot of weight and was getting stronger,
but I still had a long way to go. I'm much closer to them now, after another
year back here. I still keep in touch with most of them through "Bodypage",
and their encouragement keeps me motivated to keep getting better. Plus, I
sure like the attention I get from guys."

"I can't blame them for that."

"Coach Morgan ... ."

"Steve. You're not in high school anymore. Please, call me Steve."

"Do you think I should start lifting?"

"Well, what are your goals?"

"I know I look good ... , I'm sorry, that sounded conceited ... "

"No it's okay, you really do look good." He caught himself before he said
anything more. After all, he was a teacher and she was only two years out of
the high school he taught at. He didn't want her to think he was coming on to
her, although the thought had crossed his mind.

"Thanks, but I do like it when I'm exercising and my muscles start to show a
little. I think it would be cool if my muscles showed all the time. Plus, I
actually am getting pretty strong, for a girl, but I'd like to get a lot
stronger."

"I'm doing training at the local Silver's Gym this summer."

"I was thinking about joining. Would you train me?"

"For free."

"What? Why free."

"Well, you'd still have to pay your gym membership. I have no say in that, but
I'd train you for free after hours. I think it's great that you've done so
much to turn your life around, I remember how you got picked on."

"I don't get picked on anymore. Now my problem is that I get hit on, a lot."

"Who can blame them. Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound ... "

"It's okay, no offense taken. Can I take you up on your offer?"

"Absolutely. But as we were talking, I was thinking, let's just work out
together, when I'm not on the clock. That way, if the management has any
questions, hey, we're just working out together." So they made the necessary
arrangements. Later that day, he met her at the gym and they after they got
her signed up with a membership, they went to the locker rooms to change.
Steve was already out in the workout area when Katie came out of the women's
locker room. He was wearing cutoff sweats and a t-shirt, relatively modest,
but you could still tell that he was pretty muscular.

Katie, on the other hand, was wearing tight fitting running shorts and a
tanktop. At least she had a sports bra on underneath and the top was long
enough that no skin showed on her tight midriff, but one glance at her and
Steve knew right away that the workout was not going to go as planned. Not
that he couldn't control himself, he was a grownup after all. Still, she
looked pretty damn hot, and he knew what was coming.

"Is that all you have to work out in?"

"What? Oh God, do I look slutty?"

"No, not all all. I know that all girls in your age group who look good, want
to show what they've got, and hey it's the twenty-first century, after all.
Well, we'll see. Let's just go through a complete circuit. We'll start with
some basics. Let's warm up with some light dumbbell presses. Inclines are
best." He went over to the dumbbell rack and picked up two forty pounders.
"I'll show you proper form." After he demonstrated for her, he went and got
her two fifteens.

She sat on the bench and leaned back and probably every guy in the gym looked
over as her tits pointed up towards the ceiling. He handed her the weights and
she did ten quick reps. "These are too light, Steve, I really didn't feel
much."

"Okay, let's try some twenty-fivers." Again, they were too light. Bottom line,
on her first day of doing something like this, Katie did three sets of fifteen
each with thirty-five pounders. "Very impressive, Katie. You have quite a good
foundation al ... "

"Hey, coach. Should I do some drop sets?" One of the guys had come over and
was asking the coach for advice, but his eyes were all over Katie. Soon, every
ten seconds, it seemed, someone needed some advice. Evintually it was getting
to the point where they could barely work out.

Finally, "OKAY, guys, everyone listen up. This is Katie, and she's here to
work out. And I'm helping her right now. That means I'm not helping any of
you. Any questions? Good." He turned back to her. "See what I mean? These guys
are all a bunch of hounds."

"I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. Don't apologize. But maybe wearing something that doesn't show
how fantastic you are might work better."

"You know, I don't really have anything except from when I was fat. I hope it
doesn't sound narcissistic, but after I started looking so much better, I kind
of got into buying anything which showed off my new body. So, I can either get
some new, more modest workout clothes, or we can work out after hours."

"Let's just do that."

They finished the workout with some ab work, which she was very good at, but
before that, when they did shoulder press, her shirt went up and every eye in
the house was on her tight tummy.

As they left to go get dressed, Katie couldn't help but wonder if he just
didn't want her spending money needlessly or if he himself liked seeing her
dressed to show off, even though he had been a perfect gentleman. If it was
the latter, that was just fine with her. He was kind, intelligent , and his
body was just as beautiful in a masculine way as hers was in a feminine one.

They workout out one more time during regular hours, before Steve could okay
it with management to use the gym after closing. Katie had managed to find
something not so tight and not so revealing clothes, but she still managed to
attract a lot of attention when she did a hundred and fifty pounds, her
bodyweight, on the bench press. Steve told her later that he guaranteed none
of the guys in the gym had done that in only their second experience with
weight training. "Some of them still can't bench their bodyweight, even after
a lot of training, you're amazing."

Armed with newfound knowledge that she was not only stronger than her pathetic
twin brother, but as strong as at least guys who worked out, maybe stronger,
Katie decided to set her sights on the next one of Keith's friends who had
picked on her back in the day.

"Okay, Keith, call Phil and tell him you got some really good ganja and invite
him over. That's the extent of your involvement. You can listen in while I
fuck him, but don't do anything to screw up my plans or you'll be sorry. Got
it?" He nodded, his eyes downcast towards the floor. Katie went into the
bathroom to get ready for the evening. After she finished her shower, standing
there in just her tiny thong, the one that said "you face here" across the
front triangle, she tried to imagine herself with her muscles showing.

Getting ready to put her lacy bra on, she changed her mind, tossing it aside,
opting to go without, putting on that tight ribbed babydoll shirt with just
spaghetti straps. She had intentionally bought some that were a size too
small, just for evenings like the one that was coming up. Boy did it make her
tits stick out and it rode up on her torso, in such a way that even though her
abs weren't showing, her trunk was still obviously very firm, and did indeed
look powerful if not overtly muscular. She had left her favorite cutoffs in
her bedroom, so she got ready to go down the hall with not a whole lot on.

When she opened the door, she startled Keith, who was squating right outside
the bathroom door. It was an old house that actually had keyholes and she knew
instantly what he had been doing. Grabbing his arm, she whipped him backwards,
slamming him against the wall, his back and the back of his head hitting hard.
He slowly sank to the floor in a sitting position. Katie stepped forward,
spreading her arms and legs out to the sides, placing her hands against the
wall and leaning her pelvis into his face. She started pulling back and
slamming forward, banging the back of his head into the wall as she brought
herself off.

Leaving him sitting there in a daze, she sauntered away, her perfect ass
sashaying from side to side, thinking to herself that that was a really cool
dominating position. Once in her room, she pulled her low cut tight jeans
shorts on, leave the button un-done, and the top turned down, just as the
doorbell rang. Stepping over her brother as she headed downstairs she paused,
straddling him, one foot on either side of his legs. "You'd better be out of
here and in your bedroom when I bring Phil upstairs.

As she opened the door, "Kathy, is that you?" He rubbed his eyes as if waking
up from a dream.

"It's me. I lost some weight."

"You did more than that. You look really sexy."

"You like what you see?"

"Oh, man, do I? Hey you know, sorry about picking on you all those years,"

She knew that his apology was insincere and that he just panted to get inside
her shorts. Fucking asshole. She thought to herself, "When a girl is
unattractive in some way it's okay to brutalize her? And then when she
improves her appearance suddenly you're nice? Well, you're the one who's going
to get brutalized tonight."

She seductively looked him up and down. "That's okay, Phil, I know you didn't
mean anything by it. We were just kids. You, I mean we're adults now, right.
Come on in, I don't know what happened to Keith. He left suddenly. But luckily
he left the weed behind." She turned and went in towards the den, and Phil saw
that the view from behind was just as incredible as from the front.

She knew she was getting him worked up, she usually had that effect on guys,
unless they were gay. But, just to get him to the point where she could
manipulate him at will, she walked ahead of him with that "butt thrust back,
and chest thrust out" posture, and arching her back as well as if to suggest
the coupling with this body will be the event of a lifetime.

And he noticed, boy did he notice. At least Keith had some smarts, Phil was
dumb as a box of rocks, and consequently was rather crude when it came to
women. As he followed her into the den, he was mesmerized by her fantastic
body. "Hey Kate, maybe you and I can hook up sometime."

"Why do you think I'd want to do that? After all, when I was overweight you
never said anything like that."

"Well, you didn't have a great body then."

"I could make the argument that now, at least compared to me, you're the one
that doesn't have a great body."

"That wasn't very nice. What's wrong with my body?"

"Well, Phil, I didn't get this way just from dieting. I also work out. I'm
really fit, and you look like you're, ... . not so much."

"I'm fit."

"Do you work out?"

"I don't need to, I'm not fat like you were."

"Oh, man," she thought to herself, "you've got a lot to learn, and maybe I'll
have to be the one to teach you." She looked him up and down. Indeed, he was
lean, but so was her brother.

"Well, let me see what you got. Take off your shirt." He pulled his tee shirt
over his head. She had to stifle a laugh, or even a smile. Skinny-fat, just
like Keith, but even skinnier. She was sure she outweighed him by a good
fifteen pounds, if not more. But she pretended to be impressed. Licking her
lip ever so slightly, she again looked him over. "I stand corrected. Why don't
we smoke some dope and see where this goes." A little while later, they were
really high, and heading up to Katie's bedroom. Phil already had a boner that
was threatening to bust his zipper. Katie was pretty turned on as well, but
for different reasons. She had also decided that tomorrow she was going to
make Keith give her all his stash. This was the best pot in a long time.

After years of sexual frustration, knowing that in the past, she was
physically unattractive, knowing that no one wanted to fuck her, and now,
armed with the knowledge that just about every guy wanted to, and some women
as well, Katie could get herself going, sexually, pretty easily. And pot made
her pretty horny as well. So right now she was positively vibrating with
sexual impulse. Sure, she was not attracted to him, but she was high enough to
let that go. Besides, if she focused on herself, well, that would be enough to
send her through the roof, especially thanks to the great ganja.

Phil, on the other hand, couldn't believe that he was not only going to fuck
his best friend's sister, but he never thought he'd score a chick as hot as
Katie had transformed herself into. Plus, he was so high that he was
border-line hallucinating. Katie was counting on that. She wanted him to wake
up in the morning wondering if the sexual experience of a lifetime had been
real or just fantasized, that's how much she planned to sexually overwhelm
him.

"Hey, this bed is huge," Phil commented as he sort of jumped and turned so he
was sitting on the edge. Approaching him slowly, Katie stopped about three
feet in front of him, sensuously unzipping her cutoff and dropping them to the
floor around her ankles, as he stared at the message on her thong. Moving
closer, she put a hand on his chest and gently pushed him down onto his back
and then crawled onto him until she was sitting on his stomach. She made him
promise not to tell anyone that they were going to have sex.

She could feel his erection rubbing against hard ass as she reached up and ran
her hands through her hair, Phil predictable reaching for her boobs. Quickly,
she caught his hands, smiling down at him. He did not resist as she guided
them down to her stomach, but she could feel immediately that even if he had
tried to stop her, she would have been able to push them down where she wanted
anyway.

"Is he getting it?" she wondered. "I know my muscles don't show, yet, but can
he feel how hard my ass is against his dick, or my abs under his fingertips.
Can he see that my shoulders are broader than his, that my arms are bigger?"
She stared down at him through her pot induced sexual fog. "No, I don't think
he gets it, all he's interested in is my boobs," she concluded. "Well, then
that's what he'll get."

She spoke out loud, "Take off my top, if you can." Removing her top was no
easy task for Phil. First, it was so tight. Second, she was starting to sweat
a little, the heat of the moment. Or was it that he was inexperienced with
women, and hadn't taken too many tops off in the past. Or maybe he was just
uncoordinated and being stoned out of his head. Finally, growing impatient,
Katie slapped his hands away and pulled her top up over those fantastic tits
herself.

As soon as he saw them, he erupted in his pants, as he reached up to fondle
them, as she knew he would. Quickly grabbing his wrists once again, this time
she slammed them down with force, pinning them to the mattress on either side
of his head. This time he sort of realized what she had done, but he chalked
it up to his distraction, not the remote chance that she might be strong
enough to do what she had done.

But before he could fully process which it was, those awesome tits came
slamming down onto his face. Her intent was to knock his head around a little
before depriving him of air. He didn't mind. His was to start licking at those
nipples. She didn't mind, so she slowed down a little to a gentle swaying
motion so he could accomplish his goal. "Well, at least he knows something to
do," she thought to herself, "but he's probably still just thinking of what it
does for him."

Still, his licking did the trick and as Katie achieved her first orgasm, she
slammed them down on his face. He couldn't breathe. Soon he was struggling for
breath, vaguely comprehending for the first time that she was holding him
firmly in place. When he was getting low on oxygen, suddenly she was off him.
She had brought the half smoked joint upstairs with them. Lighting it up, she
took a huge toke and, holding her breath, passed it to Phil, who had sat up.
He was still gasping for air, but he took it and after taking a hit, he almost
passed out, flopping back onto the bed.

Katie pulled her thong panties off. Jumping on him, facing his feet, she
planted her dripping pussy on his face, keeping her bodyweight somewhat on her
knees so he could breathe. "Remember what my panties said, Phil? Start
licking. He didn't have to be told twice. As he started servicing her, Katie
frantically started to undo his belt and take his pants off. She removed his
shorts and used them to clean the previous viscous deposits off of his dick
and stomach. But she was disappointed with the relatively small size of his
member.

He had always acted like he was such a stud, and here he was with a smaller
than average cock. One more reason to pound him into the mattress. Bending
forward, she ordered him to keep licking. Repulsed by the idea of taking
someone she hated into her mouth, she closed her eyes and took one quick lick.
Glancing over to her bedside table, she noticed her hand cream. Sitting back
up, she heard him mumble something about not stopping. "You're the one who'd
better not stop, Phil, if you know what's good for you."

She spread some cream onto her hand and, leaning back down, she wrapped it
around his dick. He was so high he thought that she was again putting his
little thingy into her mouth. It only took a few strokes and he was coming
like a fire hose. She sat up, continuing to jerk him off as she ferociously
bounced up and down on his head. He was being completely sexually overwhelmed
at this point, but, as she had hoped, through his marijuana haze he only knew
that Katie was a sexual dynamo the likes of which he had never seen.

She turned around and impaled herself on him. It was not satisfactory, but she
had to complete her plan. Katie fucked him hard for over an hour, banging away
non-stop as only a really fit person could do. Phil had passed out after only
about fifteen minutes, but, probably due to Katie's over the top hotness, he
remained hard. She had entwined his legs, and with each intense orgasm, she
tensed her legs, bending his awkwardly, and squeezed his wrists with all her
might.

Mission accomplished, she pulled on a sweatshirt, and her shorts as he lay
there completely unconscious. She put his pants back on, but backwards and
inside out, but threw the rest of his clothes in the trash. Grabbing his
wrists, she stood the still out Phil and draped him over a shoulder in a
fireman's carry, took him downstairs and out the front door to his car. Seeing
that the driver's side window was open, she wondered"Can I do this?"

She sensed that her extreme arousal level had somehow increased her strength,
probably adrenaline. Katie stood the still unconscious Phil up against the
car, turned around and put him back on her shoulder, this time with his head
and shoulders to the front. She lifted his head and shoved his upper body into
the window so that he was half in and his legs were hanging out.

"Yes, I did it," she cried out, loud enough that Keith heard her. Looking out
the window and seeing what his sister had done to his friend, he gulped
loudly, realizing that her strength probably doubled his, as he convulsed and
came hard. Katie turned around to head back into the house, glancing up just
in time to see Keith's head as he pulled away from the window.

Katie went up to her room, her mind wandering to Steve and his great body,
wondering how big his dick might be and pondering how much she could fuck up
the next in line of Keith's friend's after maybe a month of training with
Steve.

Phil woke up the next morning wondering how he wound up half in and half out
of his car window. The entire previous evening had been a complete stoned
jumble in his little brain, but one thing he was sure of, even if he didn't
comprehend how strong Katie was, he was absolutely sure that she was an
incredibly great fuck. He also was wondering why every square inch of his body
was really sore.