Not Fat Anymore Pt. 3  
by Musclehead



Katie's training with Steve was going well. They would meet in the evening,
after the gym had closed since all the young guys just wouldn't leave them
alone when they were trying to work out during regular gym hours. No one could
blame them, she was so hot. And by the end of June, she was definitely
becoming hotter. Some muscle was starting to show. She no longer needed to
exaggerate that arch in her back like she had done with Phil a few weeks back.
Due to the rapid improvement in her core strength, there was now a natural
arch, there all the time.

Her strength was increasing by leaps and bounds. Steve was amazed by her
natural abilities, so he decided to add some more advanced training, some
crossfit techniques. He was such a great guy, and was not at all uptight about
her strength, like many guys might be, especially guys her own age. Of course,
other than Keith, none of them had really come to the realization that she was
stronger than them.

As to maturity, there was no comparison, Steve was a man. They were all boys.
Steve also had that beautiful body, and no matter how strong she might get,
she'd probably never catch him. Yes, Katie was falling for Steve, but even
though he was attracted to her, he had made no move at all.

In the meantime, Katie continued to carry out her plan with all the guys in
Keith's group who had picked on her in the past. And even though she was
already stronger than all of them, except possibly Sam or the much hated
Craig, she still picked them off in an order that she had made from weakest on
up. Next was Fred.

Following the same pattern as with Phil, she told Keith to call Fred and tell
him about the awesome weed he had scored, and then go to his room and if he
wanted, listen through the door while she tore it up with the unsuspecting
guy. As stated, her muscle was starting to show, but she knew that these guys
were all too stupid to figure out that female muscles might mean strength the
same way male muscles would.

She was in her room, wearing some booty shorts and a tanktop that had been cut
in half to reveal most of her steadily improving torso. As it was summer, she
had a deep tan already. She wanted to get somewhat pumped up, and then get a
little more clothes on so that she could get Fred really high before she
revealed more skin, and muscle. When Keith came into her room, she was against
the wall, doing handstand pushups. Being that she was upside down, her tanktop
had slipped enough to show half of her great breasts.

"What is it? Why did you come in my room without knocking?"

"I did knock, you must not have heard me."

"Well?"

He hung his head. "Fred can't make it."

Still upside down, soaked in sweat from effort, she looked as hot as ever. She
could see that he had a boner watching his amazing sister do something that
only a very small portion of the populace can even attempt. "Come here." He
moved towards her. "Closer. Look how many muscles I've developed in such a
short time. Touch my abs and feel how hard they are."

As he reached out, suddenly she started to fall towards him. With pretty good
aim, she locked her strong legs around his neck, way up on her thighs.
Continuing to fall, she landed on her feet with him forced down onto his
knees, his neck pushed back and his face pushed up into her crotch. Katie
squeezed hard, hard enough to cause him to see stars quickly. She opened her
legs and he dropped to the floor. "I'm going to take a shower. You'd better
not be here when I get back."

Katie took about a twenty minute shower, luxuriating, as always, in exploring
her developing musculature as she bathed. Twenty minutes should have been
enough time for Keith to recover and get out of her room, but evidently she
had squeezed his head pretty hard, as he had managed to get himself into a
sitting position, and was leaning against her bed, but that's about as far as
he had gotten.

She hadn't bothered to put any clothes on since she figured he'd be gone, and
he knew better than to peek on her as she walked naked from the bathroom to
her own, but there he was at the foot of her bed, sort of dazed, but staring
at her perfect body as she entered the room. "I told you never to peek on me
when I'm naked." Before he could respond, she looked at his vulnerable
position. "Hmmm, variations on a theme."

Stepping forward, she straddled him and shoved her still damp pussy into his
face and then leaned forward, placing her outstretched arms on the bed, and
banged away at his face like she had in the hallway a while back. It was a
good thing that his head was against the bed instead of the wall. Due to her
ever increasing strength, if poor Keith's head had been against the wall, he
might have wound up with a concussion.

As much as she was enjoying the stimulation provide by Keith's face on her
crotch, she wanted to stimulate her breasts as well, but couldn't quite do
that in the present position. So she locked his head in place and twisted
powerfully to the side, flipping over and bringing him along with her, almost
breaking his neck in the process. She reached down and pulled his head farther
up, harder against her pussy, and proceeded to play with her breasts until all
the stimulation brought her to an intense sexual explosion, knocking him
completely out.

It turned out that Fred was out of town for two weeks with his family at the
beach. In the meantime, Katie was becoming increasingly frustrated that Steve
wasn't making any moves on her. Every guy made moves on her except the one she
want to. And while she always dressed to show off her body, she decided that
when the opportunity arose, she'd take matters into her own hands. She still
abused her brother whenever she felt like it.

It might be stated here that it may seem like Kate had a mean streak. She
actually didn't. She was a very nice person, and she would never be anything
less than kind and compassionate to everyone, including people who were less
attractive than her, which meant just about everybody. And that's why she was
doing what she was to her brother, and his friends. They were so mean to her
that she still had a lot of anger about the way they treated her in the past,
simply because she was physically unattractive. And he was the worst, not
because he was the worst, and that would be Craig. But he, Keith, was her twin
brother and he never defended her or backed off on his teasing, even when she
was crying. Oh yes, it would be a long time before she would decide that he
had had enough abuse.

Back to Steve. When she was in high school, here was this handsome, popular
teacher who could have just turned his back when she was being picked on, but
instead, came to her rescue, more than once, expecting nothing in return. He
did it because it was the right thing to do. And now, she was spending several
evenings a week with him, just the two of them, with not a lot of clothes on,
working out. And discovering her ability to get stronger and stronger really
turned her on. Was it turning him on? Time to find out.

Before the opportunity came to let Steve know how she felt, Fred was back from
the beach. Katie decided to alter her plan slightly. She allowed Keith to be
there instead of her when Fred arrived to get high. He was well aware that if
he did anything to mess up her plan in any way that there would be hell to
pay. So he and Fred went into the den and got really high. As Fred was going
on and on about all the hot chicks he saw at the beach, bragging about how
well he had scored, and what great bodies some of them had, ... .

"Better than me?" Fred heard her voice right outside the den door. Startled,
he looked over at Keith.

"What the fuck? Was that Katie, and if it was she's gotta be kidding, right."
Keith tried to stop Fred from saying something stupid, sort of waving his arms
back and forth, like an umpire calling a runner safe. Too late. "Who does that
fat cow thinking she's kidding?"

Katie stepped into the doorway. "I'm not fat anymore." She was wearing a
sweatshirt and sweatpants, and though they hid her body, he could tell that
she had lost a lot of weight, but he couldn't see much else.

"Jeeze, is that you Katie? Yeah, you're sure not fat anymore. Whatcha been
doin'? Sticking an ostrich feather down your throat after dinner?" He laughed
loudly as he looked over at Keith, who seemed to have a look on his face that
at once expressed alarm and resignation that he wasn't going to be able to
help his friend from getting her pissed off. But she didn't seem angry, just
amused. Once more Fred made another stupid comment. "Well, I'm glad you still
got those big knockers."

"So, do you think the babes at the beach had a better body than me?" She came
over and took the doob out of his hand, inhaling a large hit.

"I can't see much of it, except your tits."

""Well, you'd better take another big hit before I show you more." She took
another and then passed it to Fred, who took another, as well. Then she
dropped the sweats. His eyes popped as he stared it her beautiful legs.
Whether he could see that they were so shapely because of the muscle was hard
to know, but clearly he liked what he saw. Her sweatshirt was big, so it still
covered her entire torso.

Katie turned around so the next thing he would see would be her round, tight,
lucious ass. She began lifting the sweatshirt slowly, seductively, smiling to
herself as she heard him gasp. Continuing until it was up on her shoulders, he
could see a really nice back, not really comprehending the power in that taper
from the broad shoulders to the tight lower back with those deep dimples.
Turning around, another gasp as her tits came into view. She had on that same
suit the day she first made Keith service her orally, the top way too small to
cover a whole lot of her tits.

At this point she knew that Fred was far too preoccupied with her tits to
notice the round shoulders and the muscles in her arms, he hadn't seemed to
notice her abs, so she took the sweatshirt the rest of the way off. Now it was
Keith's turn to gasp. Even though he had seen her many times in recent weeks
with little on, it was up close most of the time, way up close. And from the
vantage point of his face buried in her crotch, he hadn't been able to get a
good look at how much muscle she had put on in the last month and a half.

And Fred was too stoned to comprehend much other than the fact that the fat
sister of his friend that was now way hotter than any of the girls at the
beach. Katie gave Keith the signal to leave as she got closer to Fred. "You
never did anything except make mean comments in the past, but I'll bet you'd
like to fuck me now, wouldn't you?"

She sat down on his lap, as the totally mesmerized Fred nodded his head.
Intertwining his fingers with hers, Katie leaned in and started rubbing those
puppies in his face as she felt the first eruption take place in his pants. As
he ejaculated, she let go of hand hands and ran her arms around his chest,
torque to the right and slammed him on the floor on his back. Before he had a
chance to figure out what had happened, she was on her feet, removing her
suit, and then reached down and pulled his pants off.

Since she was repulsed by his fat body, she left his shirt on. He was hard as
a rock, bigger than Phil, but nothing to write home about. Still, she had to
go through with her plan and as a reminder of what an asshole he was, he had
just said something nasty, calling her a fat cow, just seconds before seeing
her, really pissing her off. Katie impaled herself on him, facing his feet,
and then reached back, grabbing his wrists and pinning them to the floor next
to his fat body.

He was so turned on by this fireball with this awesome body that he came
immediately and so hard that he passed out. It was amazing that someone in not
that great of shape could come again, so quickly, but Katie was such a turn on
for every guy, that she wasn't surprised. Also not so surprising, as soon as
he passed out, she could feel him getting soft. "Oh, no you don't." She
started pulsating her pussy muscles, getting him hard once again, and then,
clasping it tight, she twisted her powerful pelvis to one side, breaking his
cock.

Passed out or not, and with a dick that was now bent to one side, she could
still use his nose for her pleasure, which she did for quite some time while
taking arms and legs, one at a time, putting them in awkward positions and
then putting tremendous pressure on them with each new climax.

A very messed up Fred woke up the next morning in a similar fashion to what
Phil had a while back, except Fred was completely in his car, draped over the
back of the front seat, his feet on the dashboard, the small of his back on
the top of the seat and his upper body hanging into the back. It must have
been a lot harder for Katie to do that than just sticking a guy through the
window, especially since Fred was not skinny like Phil, and weighted a good
hundred and eighty pounds of flab.

A few days later, when Katie came to the gym, she had on her usual tanktop and
pink gym shorts and as always, she looked fantastic, maybe even more so since
she was starting to achieve her goal of having her muscles show even when she
was in repose. Since they had started doing some crossfit exercises, tonight
they were going to work on military presses, commonly called thrusts in the
crossfit world.

Even though he was the best strength coach around, Steve constantly
underestimated her when they were trying something new. He only put two ten
pound weights on the bar, along with the collars, making it seventy-five
pounds. Katie threw it up with such ease that she almost lost her balance,
surprising not only Steve, but also herself as her explosive lift made the
weight go up too fast. "I guess that was not enough," they said almost
simultaneously.

They both had a laugh as she got a sip of water, and he added twenty pounds to
the bar. Still too light. As he added another twenty, bringing the weight to
one-fifteen, "Once again, you amaze me ... ..Do you remember your brother's
friend, Craig?"

"Yeah, I hate him, and I don't use that word lightly. He picked on me more
than any of my brother's friends."

"Well he took my class at the high school for a just few weeks and then he
thought he knew all he needed to know about strength training and dropped out.
Let me tell you, he weighed about one seventy-five, in decent shape, a little
stronger than average, but not as strong or fit as he thought he was. He still
couldn't do ninety-five pounds on a military press when he dropped out of the
class. This is a hundred and fifteen, now. Come on, I'll bet you can do it."
Steve looked over at Katie, who was sort of staring off into the distance,
breathing deeply. "Katie, you okay?"

"What? Oh, yeah, I mean, ..sorry. Do you mean I'm stronger than Craig?"

"Well, at least stronger than he was three years ago. If you do this weight,
I'd say a lot stronger." She did it, with perfect form, as if to suggest that
she could do still more. Even though he didn't let on, it just sort of seemed
that for the first time, Katie was getting to Steve.

"Wow, that was great ... .Excuse me a minute, I gotta go use the men's room."
He went into the locker room and rearranged his cock inside his shorts, not
wanting Katie to notice that he had started to get an erection watch this
young lady of stunning physical beauty and unique strength. He was still hung
up on the age difference.

When he came back into the weight room, there she was, holding a hundred and
thirty-five pound barbell over her head. She was dripping in sweat, having
pressed it ten times while he was gone. She had also removed her sports bra,
tied her tight, sweat soaked tank up under her awesome tits and rolled down
her shorts as far as they would go, so as much as possible of her ever
developing torso was exposed. He came close and stood in front of her. There
was no doubt this time that she had achieved her goal of getting a reaction
from him.

"You are the most incredible woman I have ever seen or known." As he reached
out to touch her hard sweaty body, she dropped the weights behind her and they
embraced passionately as the weight crashed to the floor.

Having sex with Steve was wonderful. So say that it was somewhat athletic
would be an understatement. It was very energetic and mutually satisfying sex.
But they went at it so hard, if it had been one of Keith's loser friends,
there would have been more than bruises and soreness, there might have been
some broken bones, that's how intense the coupling was, and it went on for
hours.

A few days later, they discussed the age difference, Katie pointing out that
most guys her age still acted like children. They knew that their ideals were
similar and that their sexual appetites and abilities were totally in synch,
so they decided to see what it would be like to follow this relationship where
it might lead. But there was one snafu. Katie told him of her plan, of her
need to get even with all of Keith's friends for what they did to her. Steve
thought it best to let it go, but she didn't think she could. So Steve decided
to lend his support.

They stepped up their workouts. Katie was such a fast learner and was making
such progress that it was no longer just him training her. Yes, he was still
doing that, but in addition, he worked out along with her. Anyone who has ever
worked out seriously knows that there comes a point where a quantum leap is
made. Katie was nearing that point. Less than a month after her first time at
doing the military press, Katie lifted her bodyweight over her head. By the
way, her bodyweight was no longer a hundred and fifty.

Katie had been eating well for a while now, ever since her trip to Australia,
but Steve had upped her protein intake. Sometimes, after a workout, they would
play a little game where they would chug a blender full of protein shake, and
then they would take turns licking any spills off each other's bodies. Anyway,
she was up to a hundred and fifty-five, all the gains were muscle. Actually,
she had gained ten of muscle and lost some body-fat. But she didn't want to
get any more ripped. Her muscles were showing very well and her goal was not
to look like a bodybuilder, her goal was to look like a very well built
beach-babe who happened to be really strong.

She was no longer strong for a girl, she was strong for a person, very strong.
Steve told her that very few people could ever do what she had done, and after
laying the foundation in the year or so before they met, she had come farther
than he could have believed possible. "Katie, you're stronger than any guy in
the gym that's about the same size as you, even some bigger guys."

"You're a great teacher. Are there any other women in the gym like that?"

"There's Christie Walker, and she wants to compete in bodybuilding contests,
plus I think she does steroids, but in spite of her being juiced, you're even
stronger than her."

"Christie, the head cheerleader from high school?"

"The same. She asked me to train her, but I pretended my schedule was too
full. I don't like anyone taking drugs, plus back in high school I thought,
well let's put it this way ... .she might have been the best female athlete in
the high school, but her personality needed work."

"I hate Christie. She picked on me relentlessly, she was as bad as my brother
and his friends. Steve, my plans have just changed, well, I should say, added
to. Has her personality improved at all, has she grown up at all?"

"No, she's worse. She's a real bully now. Has this wimpy boyfriend. Man, do I
feel sorry for him. What are you going to do?"

They didn't do it that night, one of the few. Steve had an early morning
appointment. Besides, their relationship was more than just working out and
sex. So when Katie got home, her pussy was tingling like it always did after a
workout. Quietly coming in in order to surprise Keith, she stripped. What the
hell, he'd already seen her naked, and since that night when she had come back
from her shower without any clothes, her muscles had become even more
noticeable and since she was still pumped from her workout, her body was sure
to scare the hell out of him.

She found Keith in his bedroom, lying on his bed, naked. He probably fell
asleep after jerking off thinking of her. Could this be any more perfect? He
opened his eyes just in time to see her taking two quick steps and leaping
high. In spite of his abject fear, in less than a second as she flew towards
him, he went from flaccid to totally erect. Yes, his sister excited him like
no other woman in the world, in spite of the fact that she beat the crap out
of him on a regular basis.

Actually, not beat him up, just sexually abuse him. But the effect was still
the same. And she was getting so strong that the abuse was getting worse each
time. Her hard body came crashing down on him with stunning force, almost
collapsing the bed. Sitting up on his lap, she reached back and grabbed an
ankle in each hand, then dove forward, bending him in half. To make things
worse, she threw her powerful legs back, wrapping them around his waist and
started squeezing as she slammed her breasts down on his face. His arms were
free and he tried to fight back, but the differences in their strength was so
vast, she didn't even notice his efforts.

"Lick my nipples or I'll break you in half." Then, to make it impossible for
him to achieve his goal, she started to rotate her shoulders left and right,
banging his head around as roughly as if she was slapping him around with her
hands. It really didn't matter that he couldn't hit his target, her movements
quickly brought her to orgasm. The she dove even farther, still holding his
legs, still squeezing his torso, until her pussy reached its goal of his face.
"You didn't do very well with the nipples, you'd better do better licking my
clit."

Then, once again, to make it impossible, she started to pound up and down with
her pelvis, her movements alone bringing her off. Letting go of her
devastating hold, she bounced off him, and stood there, every muscle pumped,
some veins showing on her arms. She looked so formidable, he looked like he
had been in a fight with a wild animal, and in a sense, he had.

"I lifted a hundred and sixty-five pound barbell over my head this evening.
Steve said it's different doing it with a live human but I'd like to try.

"Steve?"

"Yeah, Coach Morgan, the strength coach from the high school. He's been
training me, in addition to me being naturally strong he's helped me a lot.
We're also fuck buddies. Anyway, since you're twenty pounds less than that, I
thought you'd be a good subject to try with, ya know, over my head."

"No, please. What if you drop me?" She grabbed his wrist and yanked him to his
feet with such force, that his soft body slammed into her powerful one and he
bounced back onto the bed. Grabbing him again, this time when she pulled him
up, she bent and brought him right up across her shoulders. She stood up, and
carried him over to the mirror, repositioned her hands and pressed him over
her head with ease.

Staring at herself, her perfect pumped body hold a helpless man over her head
so easily, she had an orgasm without any touching to her sensitive spots. She
was convulsing so hard she almost dropped him, a testament to her strength
that it didn't happen. When she focused again, she noticed that Keith had
ejaculated as well, while being held seven feet off the ground. "Ha,ha."
Laughing at his humiliation, she threw him on the bed. "Look at me, little
man." He looked over at his sister, wondering how badly she could hurt him if
she wanted to. "I'm going to press Sam over my head. That's one of my goals."

"He weighs almost two hundred pounds."

"I'm gonna do it, you'll see." She turned and left, calling over her shoulder,
"God, I love life," and as he stared at that remarkable ass, that powerful
back, those broad shoulders, he had a feeling she would do it, as he melted
yet down again.

In early September, Keith watched from his bedroom window as Katie lifted an
unconscious Sam over her head and threw him up on top of his van, after she
was done ravaging him. She turned around to go back in the house and looked up
at Keith, knowing that he had been watching. He gulped as he came to the
realization that in less than four months she had gotten so strong that she
not only could hurt him badly, she could probably kill him with her bare hands
if she felt like it.