Author: [Yag] Sami: Not Your Everyday Chubby Nerdy Girl

[Yag]

Sami: Not Your Everyday Chubby Nerdy Girl
by Yag
Yagstory@usa.com
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In the beginning
 
Meet strong nerd girl Sami

Chapter 1
    It was an early summer morning in just another Midwest town. The sun was shining, you couldn't see a cloud in the sky. It was the middle of June, school just ended and summer vacation was here.
    Middletown was a middle-class suburban town with temperate weather, and a mild summer. Most of the families had both parents working, and that left the kids with a lot of free time to get into trouble. Isn't that what teenagers do?
    So it was for Sami, and her family. Samantha was the middle girl, she had a much older sister and a younger brother. Neither of who she was close to. She was a loner, she had hardly any friends. But she was just fine with that! She was a happy girl, no matter what happened she tried to stay positive. Her parents worked two jobs, but they never seemed to have any money. For Sam, it was just a par for the course.
    Just a month after her 18th birthday, she started a Summer full of excitement. Her 4'11, 160 pound frame didn't look it, but she was a phenomenal athlete. She had no interest in sports, but she loved to stay active. At the same time she was nerdy and a bit of an outcast, and no stranger to bullying. It was the bullying by her family and kids at school that were the catalyst for her to try to get in shape.
    She was a bit of an oddity, spending hours by herself out in the woods, enjoying nature. The neighborhood she grew up was on the rural side of the city. She had miles of sprawling woodlands right behind her house. Also, the neighborhood had a large park that many of the school kids congregated at in the summer. Sam didn't like being around people, so she went the other way. Into the woods. Sometimes she would spend whole days out there, she had a grove that was like a second home to her about 5 miles from her house. It was on the top of a giant hill, and surrounded by caves and a sprawling river, so the chances of anyone finding her were virtually nonexistent. The minutes would fly away, and hours would quickly become days. Today was one of those days.....
    As she laid out sunbathing, her clothes laying out on the stones next to her being sun dried like her nude body, she began to drift off to sleep. The afternoon was waning, and she had started early in the morning. After the 5 mile trek to the grove, she had spent much of the morning and the early afternoon working herself to exhaustion. In the winter and colder months she was stuck in the basement, working with weights and the family exercise machines. She hated the gym at school, the people there were so judgmental. She had been there a few times before she graduated, but that is a story for another time. She had so many memories these past few years, so many adventures. She was a young girl with her whole life ahead of her, and she looked forward to what new adventures were before her. Today though, she just wanted to enjoy the first day of her summer.
    She planned to come to this grove every single day. She was safe here, and comfortable. What a perfect day.
    She had arrived some hours ago, trudging down the path at a steady jog. Her 160 pounds made people think she was just your average chubby nerd girl, but that was not the case. She carried some fat, but underneath she was solid muscle. She was barefoot, in faded yoga pants, and a tight Pokemon shirt. She wore no bra, as her boobs kept growing and her parents never bothered to get her a proper bra. Not that she really needed it, her 36dd breasts were perky and full. They barely bounced as she ran,  her legs were thick. You couldn't see her bulging calves or striated thighs under the black pants, or get a good grasp at how thick they really were. You could see her butt though, and it was beautiful. Maybe it was genetics, but she hadn't even started developing much for  hips yet,  she had this giant bubble butt that would put any of the Khardashians to shame. Just two bulging slabs of muscle that would be the envy of any grown woman. Sam was proud of her body, she joked how her butt was so big that it often knocked stuff over.
    It was an ongoing joke with her family, which eventually earned her the moniker fat-ass. Her sister had to hold her tongue when Sam flexed her booty, and told her sister to poke it and show her where the fat was. She poked and tried to grab a handful of what she expected to be a butt like jelly. She slapped it, she punched it. It was like hitting a tree trunk. She couldn't believe this was her little sister, with the most amazing ass she could even imagine. How could she not be jealous? After that, Sam beamed a smile and turned her arm into a classic flex. Even under the shirt Gabby could feel the bulge, she couldn't get both her hands around her sisters bicep, and when she squeezed it was as hard as a softball. What happened to her little sister?
    Sam smiled her pretty face as she ran up the final bit of the rise. She had an app on her phone, it said she went 5.5 miles and an elevation change of 2500 feet. Total time, 28 minutes. She had went slow today. Last week she pushed herself, she made the same run in 24 minutes carrying an 80 pound log on her shoulders. She had since turned the log into a small bench and table. Sam loved to use nature to help in her workouts. She would use logs and rocks in the place of expensive gym equipment. She enjoyed martial arts, and was teaching herself Kyokushin karate. She was inspired by the great Mas Oyama, who practiced his punches and kicks on trees and lived in nature for months at a time.
    She put down her phone, peeled off her shirt-it was one of her favorites, and sprinted across the grove. She ran for 20 feet,  leading up to a ferocious leap, where she flew up and grabbed a thick tree branch in her hands. She hung there for a second, on the 10 foot tall branch, and then started lifting her toes to touch the branch. Her strong grip around the branch, her thickly muscled back balooning, her legs pressing against her bulging stomach every time lifted her legs. On she went, 5, 10, 20, 50, 100. Next, she left her legs in front of her in an L, and did 20 pull ups. If someone was watching, they would have seen the rise and fall of her big belly as she took in big breathes through her nose, and exhaled out of her mouth. The breathing was one of the most important parts, or so she had read.
    She let go of the tree, and dropped to the ground. Her thick legs taking the impact of the 6 foot drop. She had never tried that branch before, she did the math in her head. If she was 4'11, and the branch was 10 feet high, her vertical leap must be getting closer to four feet than three. She was so excited! She did at least a half an hour of stances every night, and her horse stance was becoming exceptionally strong. It seemed to pay off, she was becoming more explosive every day.
   Clouds drifted over the sun, but even the fit of shade couldn't cover Sam's perfect smile. Complimented by her long black hair, dark blue eyes, and the cutest little nose--she knew she was beautiful.
   Next, she went over to one of the giant trees in the middle of the grove. The forest was littered with these giant oak tree, as far as the eye could see. She neared the spot where she had situated the new furniture. She dropped down to the bench hands first, and did some push-ups. She did 25, and then up she went to the tree. Up came her right hand, and then her left. The spot where she hit was worn and slightly dented. Right. Left. Right. Left. She threw with a decent amount of power, but she knew her fists were the weakest point of impact on the human body. Next she went with high kicks, twenty five each side. Kicking the tree high above her head, she could feel the burn in her abs as she kicked her thick leg up again and again, making the tree moan from the impact.
    Next, she did the same  set of push ups, punches and kicks, but 50. Then 75, then 100. After, she knelt down next to the creek and rinsed some water over her face, drank a mouthful, and then splashed more over her torso. She took another gulp, and rinsed out her mouth, and stood  back up. She turned to the left, and made her way to another of her spots. A thick rope hung from one of the higher branches. Up she went, one hand after the other. Legs raised up in the same L, the 60 foot climb took no time at all. She made her way back down. This time she sat on the ground. She inverted the L a little, raising it into more of a V. She grabbed a medium sized log she had cut just for this purpose, picked it straight up above her, and let it drop down to her stomach with a thud. She let the log lay there, held by her legs, and grabbed the rope. Again she made the climb, this time a bit slower. She did it one more time after a short rest.
     She felt the burn on her hands, as she reminded herself how the gymnasts team had taught her to use powder on the hands, but she kept forgetting to bring some. She thought back to that day, and wondered what she would have thought if she was one of the gymnasts, and saw some little chubby girl come walking in.
    Her hands raw from the rope, her shoulders and arms sore from the strain, next was working the legs. Squats. She grabbed the log, hand on each side, and started to lift it as she did squat after squat. Deep, with perfect form. Raising the log above her head after a slow curl, then she would stand up, and let the log drop down onto her torso. She didn't count how many she did, she lost count with the momentum. She got into it so much, she started to bring the log down with force onto her stomach. God she loved that feeling. Even if she left her stomach unflexed, the log barely made her flinch. She had an idea...She put the log down on one of the flat ends, and then she did a little jump and went belly first right onto the log. All 160 pounds of her, jumping, and coming down full force on her fat little belly. It felt like pure ecstasy! She got up, and did it again. This time, with a higher jump. Each time she laid there a little longer, her whole body balanced on her rock hard flexed tummy. She grabbed the little bench, and jumped off that to get even higher. She couldn't believe how much it turned her on. The last time she laid there, she crossed her arms across her perfect danging breasts, the nipples harder than she had ever felt them. The feeling in her stomach making her whole body feel strange. She put her legs straight out behind her, magnificent butt flexed like two perfect water balloons. She laid there, flexed tummy, with just a 2 foot wide tree trunk holding her body. Her stomach was keeping its shape, big and round. Under the inches of fat, it was like a layer of concrete. Her stomach was her pride and joy, it was always strong.
    When her parents first told her to exercise, she took the instructional book they gave her and the next day came back with questions. "The book said to work up to 100 sit ups, but I did 100 and felt nothing?" They insisted she did them all wrong. So down the basement they went, and down to the bench she went. She got down on the inverted bench, and up she went. She said that the book explained the inverted were harder, so she tried them instead. Up, and then slowwwwly down. Right before her back touched, she went back up again. Her parents stood there mouth agape as their chubby little daughter did 100 perfect inverted sit ups. After that, they never doubted her again...
    On the stump she lay, arching her legs and shoulders and back to put more strain on her abs. She stayed like that for 10 minutes, it felt so good, but her abs still felt fresh. So she started to use her stomach to push up her whole body. She would slightly unflex, and her whole body would drop and inch or two, then she would flex and the powerful ball of muscle would push her back up in an instant. She did it dozens of times, nearly 200, and she felt herself dripping more and more as her stomach oozed an erotic feeling through her whole body. She rolled off the log, and got back to her feet.
    Her whole body glistening with sweat, she peeled off her pants. They were soaked with sweat, and a good amount of her juice. She jumped into the water, her own private stream, and made her way to the deepest part. The caves that connected to the water were immense, sometime she would explore them. The stream was all smooth stone, and had a bunch of deep pools that connected to deeper underground caves. She swam down to one of the deeper pools, laying there for a few minutes on the bottom. The pressure at 30 feet wasn't so bad, as the pit was narrow...not like the giant Olympic swimming pools where you have 1000s of gallons of water above you. She held her breathe, just laying in the cool water, and then as quick as she swam down she launched herself back up and out of the water. The rocks were getting hotter as the sun baked down. She rung some of the water from her pants, and hung them over one of the large flat rocks near the center of the grove. She stood tall, legs out like an upside down v, she brought her arms up and flexed as hard as she could. She looked at the giant bulges. She loved being strong, her gazed trailed down her body...her bulging calves, hard as diamond. Her tanned thighs, with little droplets of water clinging and tiny little hairs abuzz from the chilled wind. You could see a clear separation on the thigh, perfect gams. Short, but the kind of legs you never forget. With a huge butt that stood up on its own, and a neatly trimmed virgin kitty that she could hardly slide a finger in. She looked down to her tits. Even, symmetrical, glorious. She didn't even know how gifted she was, amazing how a teen  girl could have better boobs or at the very least the equal of any woman in history. Then her eyes gazed down to her big belly, standing at least a few inches out on its own.
     She brought her hands down and started rubbing it, then bringing her hard fist down onto it. It was like hitting one of the truck tires you would see on a construction vehicle. It felt like flesh, but hitting it was like hitting a statue. She was proud of her stomach, even if she didn't have the conventional flat stomach and abs that were the "in" thing. Who said abs of steel had to be flat? She easily set her schools sit-up record, much to the chagrin of some of her fellow students. That too, is a story for another time. Sam made her way over to a medium sized tree, and again those thick little legs shot her up in the air. She grabbed the branch above her, and pulled up her legs. This time, she wrapped the thighs around the tree. She felt the bark dig into her naked thighs, and squeezed even harder. It was almost like she was challenging the tree, she squeezed harder and harder until the bark slowly began to give away and her legs closed even tighter. She could see where her legs crushed the sides of the tree. She slid herself a bit away from the tree, she instead of the bulk of her thighs, it was more her knees where the tree met her legs. She crossed her ankles, locked her legs, and laid back till she was vertical. Her legs wrapped around the tree, butt clinched harder than the tree trunk, she took a deep breath. Her belly a bubble of muscle, her rack looking perfect as ever. She put her hands straight out at her side, and started to pump out the reps. She stopped at 500. She could do more, her abs were barely starting to burn, but she didn't have all day. She grabbed the tree, pulling it into the crook of her thighs as tightly as she could, and she just leaned back. Sitting there, with just her legs around the tree, back at a 45 degree angle. She just sat there, abs flexed, controlling her breathing.
    She wondered how long she could do it? All day? She grabbed the branch above, and decided to try something new. turning full around she scissored her legs around the tree again, except this time she was facing down. She could see the indentations in the tree where her legs had crushed it. It excited her, she squeezed even harder. Her torso straight out, back straight, arms across her chest. She started doing reverse sit ups, or who know what to even call them. With her big belly and abundant boobs, it made it awkward for her to go all the way down, so she just put her hands behind her head, and let her abs and boobs grind against the tree. She squeezed her legs even harder, and  started getting a good momentum going.
     She loved the feeling of her stomach pressing against the tree with all the weight and gravity. Again she lost count, in her lower tummy she was oozing with raw sex as her kitty came close to exploding. She squeezed even harder as she felt herself ooze in ecstasy. Her legs squeezing harder than the tree could take, her clenched butt breaking off chunks of wood like a giant nut-cracker. She dragged her hands, one over her boob, the other on her stomach. She loved the feel of the perfectly shaped wall of muscles. Rubbing the sides, dragging her hands down the front, the top, the bottom, she could feel the steel like muscle fiber under the skin and fat, creating her work of art. Her fat little muscle stomach. She wanted to test it. Test herself, what was she capable of. She felt like her stomach was very balanced, she worked all the muscles on her stomach. She had strong obliques, but she fancied that her central core was just amazing. That main set of muscles were her strongest body part, without doubt. She was confident her abs were just as strong as the juiced up bodybuilders out there. What challenges and adventures lie on the horizon for little Sami?
    She made her way down the tree, did a few more sets of exercises, and finished with another long ab session. She felt so pumped up, she was ready to do it all again! She finally stretched out, rinsed off in the creek, and laid down in the sun. Her thoughts dwelling on her fantasy of challenging a bodybuilder in the gym as she faded off to sleep.
    Some 45 minutes later, she awoke and gathered her clothes. She dressed, and made the run back. It was getting near to 8 now, and her family had brought back dinner. She ate, showered, and went online to play a fantasy mmo. So she was just your average nerd girl for the rest of the night. Tomorrow, though...tomorrow was another day.

 
Sami part 2


Sami goes to the park, adventures ensue
Chapter 2

    It was another beautiful day in Middletown, and Sam woke up extra early to get a start on the day. She had plans to go into town, and to do some shopping. Her parents were rarely around, so she would often wake up with a note and pile of money on the table, or stuck to the refrigerator. They left instructions to pay the cable bill, a small shopping list, and a little extra spending money.
    "Maybe it's time to start looking for a job." She said to herself thoughtfully. The economy not being what it once was, her parents had to work ridiculous amount to even break even and she understood they were far from rich. She had a lot of things she wanted to buy, she promised herself she would look into some jobs later.
    She did her chores around the house, ate a quick breakfast, followed by a brisk run around the hiking trails near her house.  After her morning run and calisthenics, she spent another hour in the basement with the barbells. She would have loved some new weights, as she had maxed out the  family machine more than a year ago. Besides, she preferred free weights.
     Of the few sets of barbells she had to choose from, the biggest were 30 lbs. This was all she used anymore, but they had become much too light. Just turned 18, 4'11, and 160 lbs, she was usually mistaken for a chubby little nerd girl. Anyone watching would have seen soft looking arms explode into a small ball of muscle each time she slowly curled it. She brought up both arms over and over, slowly with perfect form. After 50 reps, she made her way over to the inclined bench. Still holding the barbells, she laid down and locked in her legs, put the barbells flat side down onto her stomach, and started pumping out inclined situps with the extra 60 lbs not slowing her down the least. She could feel the thick wall of muscle contract and expand pushing the weights up a few inches each time. On she went, stopping at 300. She sprang up, and dropped the weighs onto the one of the mats. The side wall had a full size mirror, and she turned sideways and looked at herself. In the mirror she saw a short chubby girl wearing yoga pants and a tight grateful dead tshirt. She was well endowed, with a pair of 36DD boobs that according to her sister and mom, were the best... thick all over, with a belly that came out almost as far as her boobs.
    She peeled off the shirt, and dropped it on the ground. Her boobs didn't sag at all, her big belly looked so round. Whether she sucked it in, or bulged it out, it was rock hard. The couple inches of fat were there for sure, but she could only wonder how much muscle was really packed into her powerful little body. Under the fat, she was just pure power and muscle--just how she liked it.
    She poked her flexed tummy again, harder than a granite statue. She wondered how many inches of pure muscle were packed into her tummy. She finished her workout, hit the showers, and made her way to the closest shopping center. Then to the pharmacy, and back in the early afternoon. She still had plenty of daylight, she decided to go for a walk in the park. Off she went down her street, a few more blocks, and into the vacant lot that connected to Ice Lake Park. It was a city park, full of hiking trails, some outdoor play equipment. Picnic areas, surrounded by large log pavilions that could rented for parties or family events littered the north side of the park. It had a good amount of baseball and volleyball facilities that had not yet been serviced for this summer. The whole park looked a mess. She saw a sign, "Park Opens June 25"Soon. That was just two days. Lucky for her, maybe no one would be around. She turned for the opposite path, to the south end of the park. It had literally an endless set of marked and unmarked trails all littered with various points of interest. The sign pointed to "The Church" and down the road she went.
    It was a nice day, he was going to see Gina later. Then this weekend, Gina was going out of town and he was going to camp out with Willow. It sure was great being 20 years old. Freshly graduated from high school, Dean was an athletic guy who had future aspirations of being a mixed martial artist. He even had two amateur fights. He fought at 200 lbs, but his walking weight was 220. At 6'0, and tanned, he was a real ladykiller. He sat back against the tree relaxing, and turning he noticed his little brother and his friend Guy really going at it. They were going punch for punch, to the body. They both looked up to Dean. Guy was tall and lanky, and Lars was short and stocky. Like a mini version of his brother. They all were obsessed with MMA, and were typical bros. Guy was a little over 6 foot, but he was still skinny. At 18, he was a bit more ripped than average, his father was black and his mother half white and half mexican, he sure had good genetics. He was into soccer, and wrestling. He was more of a natural athlete, but Lars was holding his own. He could punch much harder than Guy, but Lar's had never taken his conditioning seriously. As a result, he was gasping for air after a few of the harder punches.
    Dean was hardly paying attention, listening to music as he sent more messages on his phone. He was hoping to get a third match sometime this month, but it was hard to find an opponent in his weight class. Most guys out there are a few weight classes smaller, and the bigger guys are less athletic on average. It didn't help that he was training with professionals, and looked like a superhero strayed from the gym. He was confident his coach would find him someone, and he just itched to put a beating on someone. His gaze shifted as he watched Lars go down again. "So fucking lazy, eat more burritos and doritos fat ass!" he yelled at his brother. He was far from fat, but they were always busting balls. A couple minutes later they came over, and Guy challenged Dean to the same, claiming he would beat both the brothers. 
    "Cmon, you guys couldn't beat me if it was two on one. Let's try this. You both punch me, then I punch one of you. You both punch me again, then I hit the other. Maybe, just maybe, I can work up a sweat?" and Dean had laid it down for him.
    "Oh cmon, I would kick your fat ass just like I did your brothers, why the fuck are you scared? Haha, oh I get it...this way, when I win you will have an excuse it was two on one!" Guy replied, Deans eyes filling with rage.
    'OK! LET'S DO THIS FUCKERS!" He bellowed, as Dean ripped off his shirt, and did his best Arnold impression. His first punch was a solid uppercut to the solar plexus that dropped Lars to his knees.
    "That's the best you got, I wasn't even ready" Lars mouthed between big gulps of air.
    "Get up, you asked for this!" Dean replied, full of rage.
    He was such a baby sometimes, Guy thought. Well, our turn. He threw a 1 2 combo at Dean, and waited as Lars got up and threw a soft jab that thudded right into one of the 6 steel plate looking muscles that Dean called a stomach. The sound of Dean throwing a deep punch right above the belt line of Guy echoed off the trees, followed by the soft release of air from Guy. It went on a few more rounds, until Lars finally dropped to his knees, throwing up his breakfast in the process. "I'm out"
    Guy held his own for a long time, but eventually he took a hard uppercut right into his lower gut. Right in the middle, and he went down sucking air. Dean grabbed him roughly, leading him by the throat into a nearby tree, and then started unloading punches until Guy was out of air, and taking a nap. Dean grabbed his shirt and walked off.
    When Guy woke up, he was rightly pissed. He caught up with Lars, and tried to start a fight with him again. They argued, and plotted possible revenge against Dean...but knew it was silly. Though he had never lost a fight to someone his own age, nor had Lars, he knew the two of them were no match for Dean. In three or four years, maybe! He convinced himself no 18 year old could ever beat an 20 year old. It made perfect sense to him. Still, Guy was angry. The yelling went on and on until they noticed someone coming down the path.

    "Let's cut off its tail! Hannah cackled, as she pelted another rock towards the retreating form. The park was full of wildlife, and many a scumbag had abandoned a pet dog to the park rather be an actual human being. One of these poor souls was a ragged looking dog with a mangy coat and half of an ear missing. He was some kind of shepherd mix, with one big floppy ear, and smart eyes full of fear. He wasn't small, but he was submissive and afraid. He never understood why he was abandoned, he didn't know that the owner had set him free before she killed herself.
    "GET EM! Cammy screamed as they both ran after the poor dog trying to grab it. Pure white trash, these two didn't know any better. They came to the park to smoke, and Cammy had stolen a pack of her moms and they were drinking a pint of cheap vodka, and chain smoking. Hannah was a big girl, just under 6 foot, and closer to 300 pounds than 200. She wore jeans and an over sized "wife-beater" tshirt with nothing underneath, and she was falling out everywhere. The 18 year old just finished her Junior year. She had cropped her dirty blonde hair short, and in the last month or two it had grown down to her eyes. Hannah was hers, the opposite in almost every way. Hannah was 5'3, 175 lbs with an athletic body, she loved to run. She ran almost 100 miles a week. She also biked to work and school, ate no meat, and went to work with her mom a few times a week-- who happened to be an aerobics instructor. Hannah was cute, fit, and her mom was well off after her 5th divorce. They joked she was the princess of the trailer park. Her mom taught her to take what she wanted, and so she took Cammy. When Cammy's cunt mom had beat her and kicked her out after finding out she was a lesbian, it was Hannah who came to her rescue. And after what Hannah did to Cam's mom, they haven't been bothered by her since. Cam could still remember all the time her mother had put her hands on her. She was a bully, 6'2 and stocky, Cam could never take her, yet her little girlfriend half her weight had held her down, beat her bloody, and squeezed her until she almost burst. They left the unconscious, broken form of Cam's mom behind, and they had never been apart since. Sadly, they weren't raised right. They didn't know any better, so they kept chasing the dog... throwing stuff at it, and when it stopped and rolled over, they kept pushing, kicking it. 
   Hannah turned to look behind her as she heard sticks breaking, she could make out a shape running down the path at frightening speed. It looked like a blackbear from the distance. She shook Cammy, "We gotta get the fuck out of here. What the fuck is that?"
   "What, you think its a fucking chupacabra or something? Cammy laughed. It probably wants to come eat this fat stupid dog! Let it! No one will miss you!" She screamed, as she dug her kick into the dogs ribs...


    "Look here, someone to play with, Guy." Lars said sadistically. It wouldn't be the first time they had bullied a girl in the park. Besides, his mother was the town judge. He had nothing to worry about.
    "Let's get her", he said as he swiveled his head to the right to wink at Lars, before they started advancing down the path side by side toward little Sami.
    As they got close, they both went to different sides of the path. Then they moved in for the kill. Tall, lanky Guy on the left and stocky Lars walking along the treeline on the opposite side. The smiling little fatty didn't even seem to notice them, until Lars started walking toward her. "Hey whale, the beach is the other way I thought!" he laughed as he got almost close enough to touch her. Guy ran up from behind, and tried to put her in a full nelson, but before he could get his arm tangled she squeezed her arms and powered out of it. She started forward towards Lars, and all Guy could do was latch his arms over her neck, and jump on her back trying to get her in a choke. It took him a minute to register that those fat little arms had overpowered him so easily. He was skinny, but he could beat Lars and just about anyone from his grade in arm-wrestling. He was fascinated, and maybe a little scared at the same time. This chubby little girl was charging at Lars at full speed, like she didn't even noticed that Guy had his legs wrapped around her and his arms trying to choke her. She dropped her chin down to protect her throat, and up went Lars. She picked him up in front of her and held him vertical across her big front side. Guy was squeezing for his life, but his legs felt like they were wrapped around a tree or a statue, he might as well have been trying to squeeze through an oak tree. He pulled his body up by his arms, amazed that this little girl was moving steadily even with over a combined 300 pounds and two  guys trying to bring her down.
    She was picking up steam, and Guy was honestly becoming afraid. Up the hill she ran, thick legs pumping. Guy had his legs secure at her side, Lars in her strong arms snugly right on her boobs and belly, his chest facing hers...and then she ran straight into a tree smashing Lars between a giant tree, and her rock hard belly. Guy was sure he heard bones break, and Lars was out cold. Next thing he knew, she was moving again, and he peeled his legs off and tried to let his arms go, but she was too quick. And two vice like steel grips reached up and grabbed his forearms. She positioned herself with Guy danging on her back, and she brought back her huge ass right into Guys gut, and with nothing but a tree behind to stop him... he was literally crushed. He was out cold before he hit the ground, twitching like he was having a seizure. In less then 30 seconds, she has destroyed both of them. A pair of athletes that were bigger. They broke so easy, she still longed for someone strong to play with. Were all guys this weak? She wondered how far she had traveled out of the way. She did some calculations, and decided she shouldn't leave the boys there. So she scooped them up, one over each arm, and off she ran. Sami was built like a little freight train, she maybe wasn't the fastest girl but she was fast, and she her stamina and conditioning was off the charts. Off she ran, carrying 300 pounds of dead weight. Running up another steep incline, she veered off to the path on the left. At the top was a circle of boulders, and it was an intersection to many of the paths. Surely they would find the way out from here when they woke up. She dropped the dead weight, and just as she was leaving to start on her way back from home, she heard someone yelling. Another guy running down the opposite path, shirtless and full of rage. "Could it be a brother?" Sami thought, as she smiled to herself.
    Thinking quickly, she started to run down one of the side paths. She went at a medium pace, and she could already tell the meathead was having trouble catching up to her, so she slowed even more. She knew this path well, and what laid at the end. A perfect little spot to have a confrontation. She sprinted the last little bit, giving herself a decent little lead. The door was locked, but she grabbed the padlock and, pulled with all her might and it quickly snapped off. The door sprang open, and in she went. A damp, dark wooden temple of shadows and musty odor. Sam made her way to the middle, and peeled off her shirt. She hated wearing shirts, in fact she hated wearing any clothes at all.
    Finally, Dean showed up. Slowly pacing into the log haven as he caught his breathe. "You little bitch, what did you do to my brother? Did you sit on him? You must be 500 lbs. I am going to punch a hole in that fat belly, and them I am going to rape your fat little virgin pussy and make you bleed." he continued as he got closer. "My, my. Those are some beautiful tits you have there, maybe I will even let you tit fuck me you fat little slut. Come on, come to daddy!" He yelled as he jumped up slapping his feet on the ground and and shaking his fists. Then he stopped about 10 feet away. Sami standing on the wooden table was slightly taller, but not much. He hit a double bicep pose, and start walking even closer. She could see the sweat glistening, she counted his abs. His forearms and peaked biceps looked massive, even for a 220 pound guy. Sami raised up her own arms, and turned the forearms upward in a traditional flex. When she flexed, two giant balls of concrete appeared. Not as peaked as Deans, but if they compared arms he would have found her arm much stronger and much, much firmer. There she stood, all 4'11 160 pounds of her. She stood there proudly with her big belly and beautiful boobs in front like an invincible fortress. She flexed even harder, her giant belly become an even tighter dome of muscle, and the mounds of concrete she called biceps swelled even more. If Dean could take a second to feel her biceps, or abs, he would be on his knees begging. "Hahaha, is this a joke? You are all fat, and I am all muscle. I am twice your size! You sticking that gut out like you want me to kill you? Maybe I will, then I can tittyfuck your corpse. I think that gut sticks out more than your tits do!"   
    Sam didn't even move, still standing there on the picnic table slightly towering over Dean. He turned his back, took a few steps, then turned around and came running full speed. He pulled his fist back halfway there, and tried to put every possible bit of power to punch a hole through this little bitch. His beefy fist came in like a rocket, 220 pounds of trained fighter. A flying uppercut, he hoped to hit her from below, right in the giant gut.
    It felt like he hit a concrete wall. He was sure he broke something in his hand, and maybe even in his arm or elbow. His hand hanging limp at his side, he stood up and stood there petrified. He flexed his abs, braced himself, put his leg against the wall to brace himself. Sam lept down from the table, walked up, and with no wind up at all she punched straight into the middle of his stomach, and had her hand back to her side before he even saw what happened. The sound was like a baseball being hit. He fell over, gagging, clutching his stomach. "That wasn't even hard" Sami laughed..
    "Now I hit you, again?" Sami asked, as she pulled the broken man to his feet. She could see the fear in his eyes, he begged her. Please no, anything but that. He begged and begged, and finally she made an offer. Either I hit you 10 times in the stomach, or you hit me 10 times as hard as you can. He agreed to the latter, and they switched positions. She backed herself up against the wall, let her arms hang at her sides, and he watched as her massive stomach flexed into an bubble of pure muscle. In he came again and again and again. Ten punches. At the end, his hand was mangled. He surely broke bones, and received possibly even some nerve damage. His hand itself was black and blue and mangled, like it had been crushed by a hammer or something. He sat there holding his hand, bawling. Sami stood there like a statue, her magnificent belly just as sturdy and powerful. She could take punches like that all day, and she loved the feeling. This was her first time being punched in the stomach, and it was thrilling. She hoped someday she could have a belly punching match with a worthy opponent. It turned her on to think that maybe a girl her age had a stronger stomach, or maybe hers was the strongest. Not some little ripped gymnast, or some bodybuilder. Just some average nerdy girl with a giant steel belly.
    Sami put her shirt back on, and slipped out of the pavilion. She knew a back way that would get her out of the woods quicker, and after these delays she wanted to get home. Down the hill she ran, and up another. Her body was conditioned to carry the weight. She had lost a lot of weight when she started working out around 12, but then much of it turned to muscle. She loved still having the fat, and being able to eat whatever she wanted. She was still growing, and gaining weight and muscle, but she was done growing taller. An inch under five feet would be extent of her growing. When she measured herself just the week before, she had 16 inch calves, 27 inch thighs. Biceps, 18 inches. With her 36/38 DD bust, she doesn't have large hips, but her belly measured almost 40 inches when flexed. As she did earlier, she wondered how much of it was fat and organs, and how much was just pure muscle. Someday she would have to calculate her bodyfat.   
    She kept on running, lost in thought. She was quickly reminded of what she was doing when she heard a squeal. A dog squeal. She could see two shapes and another shape on the ground. The last quarter mile flew by, a hectic sprint. Even after the quarter mile sprint at the pace an NFL back, Sam wasn't even winded. She took in the picture, a large shaggy dog being beaten up by two trashy looking girls. One giant, the other petite. The giant one was near the dog, the other back away smoking and laughing. Sam walked up to the amazon, dropped into a stance, and kicked Cammy hard right in the side of her bulging stomach. She dropped to the ground in an explosion of blubber, as her tight jeans burst, her shirt rolling up over the bulge of her stomach. She was winded, and badly hurt. She rolled over to her side ON TOP of the dog.
    Hannah put out her smoke, and cracked her knuckles. "You ain't gonna sucker punch me you fat hooker. Oh, I am going to have some fun with you!" She said as she started walking straight towards Sami, and her fallen lover Cammy on top of the dog. Before she got there, she saw the little fatty scoop up Cammy like she was made of feathers, press her over her head, and throw her a good 10 feet into a pile of debris and shrubs. Right as the little chub was turning back to face her, Hannah grabbed her around the waist, and threw her down to the ground. Hannah was pissed, and she felt invincible. She pulled off her shirt, revealing a bikini below. Clad in a green and blue bikini, with some skimpy jean shorts on over it, she looked intimidating. 180 pounds of muscle, with almost no fat. She was a gymnast for years, and she still had the body. A ripped torso with a solid 6 pack, superb 34d boobs, and thick muscle booty from years of sports, and two tree trunk legs that were probably half of her 180 lbs. Hannah had been in many fights, even some with guys. She had destroyed Cam's mom, this little girl didn't scare her. She spent much of her free time practicing sports and conditioning, she was the star of the varsity girls soccer team. She was so good, she was starting for the team when she was in 7th grade. Her mom took her to the gym a few nights a week and she had been doing cross fit as well. Three things mattered to Hannah. Sports. Fighting. And Cammy.
    In the split second after she took Sam down, Hannah was amazed at how solid her fat little body felt. Sam was new to fighting, and unfamiliar with wrestling. Her martial arts training was new, and it was more just the basics, done for conditioning. Her fight earlier, it ended in one a single punch. She didn't know what to expect, or how to react.
    As Sam tried to get up, Hannah hit her like a storm. She started with a hard slap to the face, which made Sam roll over and ball up with her hand over her face. Hannah started raining down punches to the back of her head. Sam rolled up into a ball, her big butt hanging out there. Hannah pulled bank, and started spanking Sami. The loud clap could be heard across the field they were in. Hannah grabbed Sami around the waist again, slamming her down hard on the ground with her arm underneath. She started kicking and kicking, hard kicks. She was amazed Sami was absorbing them all in her arms and her side. No way she would be getting up, as Sami rolled up in tears. Hannah started kicking even harder. She grabbed Sam again, and dropped her onto the solid ground in a belly to back suplex she had seen on TV. Sam started to get up, and Hannah pounced. Sam still struggling to get to her feet, she started to panic as Hannah slid her legs around her neck, and then wrapped her arms around her thick waist.
    Then Sami felt pain. The squeeze around her neck was the worst pain she ever felt. She felt like the sides of her neck were going to be crushed. She struggled for breathe, her hands feebly trying to pry aparts Hannahs legs. Hannah had her full weight on Sams neck, but at the same time she was squeezing with just the pressure of her arms. Sam could feel it, Hannah had insane strength, and Sam was starting to really get scared. What if her stomach couldn't take it, this Hannah was just too strong. Sam tried to stand up, but she lost her balance and was overpowered by Hannah again, and next thing she knew she was being held upside down, being squeezed around the waist, and at the same time she still had her neck stuck between the vice like thighs of Hannah. She could feel Hannah trying to rip her apart, her neck being pulled one way, the rest of her body the other. Sam could feel Hannah's butt and legs tense even more, as the scissor became even stronger. Sam was having trouble breathing. She could feel the power pulsing from the core of Hannah as her steel muscles filled with adrenaline.
    Sam was getting dizzy, starting to see stars. What could she do, she was being held upside down, with her neck being crushed. At the same time, she had to keep her tummy flexed to let what little air she could take in do its job. It was her invincible tummy, against the vice like steel grip of the bigger girl. She couldn't believe how strong the skinny little arms were. Could this little freak of a girl be even stronger? Her legs were comparable to Sams, longer and almost as thick. But her arms, they were maybe half the size. Hannah let out an animal like growl, and put on a surge of power that had Sam fading. Just as she ready to give up, the big girl got back to her feet. She started throwing punches into Sams tummy, a perfect target presented to her. They were the hardest punches Sam had ever felt, and she was starting to panic. Would they kill her? Then she saw the dog, at the edge of the field, its leg broken. Trying to crawl to safety. Then something happened. Sami got angry.
    She stuck her arms under Hannahs, and in a burst a strength finally broke the grip. She used forward momentum to get back to her feet, but Hannah kept her legs tight like a vice. Cammy had to back off, dodging the flying spinning legs of Hannah as Sami struggled to break her scissors. Then Hannah let go on her own, and rolled off to her feet. Within a second, she was jumping and punching and kicking back at poor Sami, who covered her face and left her body open. After a rain and punches and kicks, Sami finally got a good hold on her. She wrapped one arm under Hannahs in a classic underhook, and started punching her in the stomach. Sami almost laughed when her hand started to hurt. Punching trees she didn't feel anything; but, punching Hannah was different. They traded blows, Hannah getting the most blows in, and not slowing down at all. For over 10 minutes they traded blows. Sami stopped trying to defend, and focused on her strikes. She noticed a few of her kicks were starting to have an effect. Then Cammy jumped in, and it became a grappling match with both of them trying to get Sami down. She stood her ground, her legs like two roman columns. Eventually she got Hannah down, and got on top of her. But Hannah quickly turned the tables, and ended up on top again. She wrapped her legs around Samis tummy, and started squeezing. To make matters worse, Cammy piled on too, wrapping her giant tree trunk legs around Sam as well in a double bodyscissor. Cammy was so tall that she even wrapped her arms in a side bearhug to crush Sami even more. Still, even the combined strength of the arms and legs of Cammy wasn't half as much pressure as Hannah. The arms were strong, but feeling Hannah squeeze with her legs, Sam was ready to surrender. What could she do, just lay here until she was crushed by the little blonde anaconda with steel muscles? She glanced down at Hannah smiling at her, then it hit her. She shifted a little, and rolled to her side, and with a surge of power, stood back up. Here she was, this monster amazon clinging to her back, and this tiny little devil bitch hanging upside down on her.
    She sat back down, and did her best to get her legs around Hannah. Then it was on, It felt like it went on for hours. It was really only about 8 minutes. Sam was ready to give up, convinced that Hannah had the stronger legs, and the stronger abs. She was ready to admit that Hannah was better. She just had too much pride. Cammy let go and stood up, winded. Sami re positioned, and kept her squeeze going. As Cammy jumped on Sami again, she followed it with a flurry of punches. In trying to stop the punches, Sami wrapped a thick arm around Cammy's neck and started to squeeze. She was amazed that in about 15 seconds, Cammy stopped moving like she was asleep or dead or something.
    "Let's see how long she can take the squeeze" she laughed as she put on even more pressure. Hannah broke her hold, and went straight for Cammy. Sami threw Cammy across the grass, and a scuffle ensued.
    Dropping little punches to Sami just made her more angry, and she ended up on top of Hannah. Legs wrapped tightly around Hannah, Sami just kept punching her in the stomach. When Hannah tried to grab her hair, Sami grabbed her hands and let the scissor go. In a test of strength, Sami quickly pinned her. It was belly to belly, and tits to tits. Sam postured up and she sat on Hannah stomach. She peeled off her shirt, and then Hannahs bikini top. As she lay back down, she started using her tummy and tits to grind and collide with Hannah. Like two wrecking balls, Sams tits crushed Hannahs flat. The tit mauling was bad, but after the scissor, Hannah was hurting. She was terrified at the strength of this little girl. Sami didn't know how to fight, or she would have probably killed her by now. That fat little tummy crashing down on her was too much, she couldn't take it anymore. Her lovely tits were crushed and mangled, and her abs were devastated. She was starting to fade, but the last thing she remembered was Cammy being laid next to her, both on their backs, while Sami smothered them both with her superior tits. Sam was so well endowed, her wrecking ball tits didn't give at all, even against the bigger tits of Cammy. Even two pairs against her one, it was no contest. She had taken almost 4 times the punches and kicks, along with some brutal knees, and taken a long scissor, and yet her abs still felt strong. The once steel like abs of Hannah were no more, turned into jelly when faced with Sami's invincible fat belly. One last time she ground down on them, each tit proving its superiority to her fallen opponents. She laid there, and flexed her iron biceps, tensed her glorious belly. She felt strong, but she knew she could get stronger. Especially her belly. That was her dream. Her obsession. To have a the strongest little fat belly of steel. She had learned a lot about herself. Admittedly, she had taken her conditioning less serious since her 16th birthday. She was at her peak from 12 to 15, and she knew that she had a long way to even get back to that level. She would get there, and beyond. She knew she would face much tougher challenges if she was really set on testing herself.

    She scooped up the dog, and made her way across town to the local vet hospital. She explained what happened, the doctor was so impressed with her that he offered to care for the dog for free if she would keep it. He noted that the girl said she carried the dog from Ice Lake Park...that was almost 10 miles away. The dog had to stay with them for the night, they weighed it and he was amazed that the dog weighed 110 pounds. How could a little 18 year old girl. Well he stopped wondering about such things a long time ago, and looked forward to the next time the little mound of power returned. He laughed aloud as he watched three of the vet techs struggle to lift the dog for his bath. He just had to shake his head, where were the girls like that when he was a teen. He sent Sami home with everything she would need for her new dog, and she ran home happily. It was already after 9, but nobody noticed she was even gone. She ate a triple helping of dinner, and did her nightly routine, before she laid down in bed. Her thoughts went back to the dog, she would have to talk to her parents about it this weekend.

    Sami woke the next morning extra early, and retreated to the basement for her morning workout. She followed it with breakfast, and a shower, and noted how she hardly felt sore at all, except for a few bruises on her face. She got some help from her sister, and with a little make-up she was good to go.
   Next, she made her way out to the garage in back of the house. Her dad was there, working on some repairs on his old car. The car had been in there for almost 5 years, but her father still insisted it was “almost done.” She told him about the dog, and he loved the idea. Next, he explained his goal for the day was to get a new set of tires. They loaded the car onto the jacks, peeled off the tires, and he was soon on his way to town. She knew the routine, he wouldn't be back for hours. Sami waved as her dad left, and shortly after her mother and sister left for the afternoon, as well. Sami made her way inside, and started searching for different gym equipment and weights, online. It was all so expensive, she made notes of all the things she needed on her wish list. She did find an older gentleman who was willing to trade things around his house in exchange for some services he needed done, including an old weight set.
    Sami wrote down the number, and noted it said to call on a weekday. She put it on the back burner for a few days, and she began to daydream about ways to test her strength. Her mind kept returning to something she had tried when she was 14 or 15. Out she went to the garage, and it was almost hard for her to believe her memory...but she knew it wasn't a dream.
   She laid down a few towels on the ground under the back end of the car. Sami had greatly reduced her training for the last few years, she knew she wasn't as strong as she was at her peak. Still, she had confidence in her body and her strength, and she just had to know.
   She stripped off her shirt, and made sure the jacks holding up the back of the car were as high as they would go. She laid herself down, r back on the towels, and took a few deep breathes. She put her palms against the bumper of the car, and reminded herself that the gross weight was about two tons. She pushed with all her might, and she couldn't quite budge it. She laughed, when she had been 15 she had literally no problem and even after loading another 800 lbs of sand bags into the trunk, she had done this no problem. She was getting weak! She had another idea, she got back up and lowered the jacks, almost to the ground. Then she got back down, and sucked in her stomach and squeezed in snugly. The car was almost on top of her! She didn't slide in as far this time, so the bumper was pressed right against her belly.
   Then she let her belly extend to its full size, and this time the car went with it. She watched as the car went higher and higher as her magnificent stomach expanded to its fully size. With a long pole, she carefully pushed the tire jacks out from under the car...she had carefully tied lengths of ropes to them, so when she was ready, she could pull the jacks back up without having to get up.

   Up and down the car went, as her powerful stomach flex and unflexed. She may have stopped working her arms and chest to the level which she use to, but that was not the case with her stomach. She spent as least as much time as she ever had training her belly, along with her butt. The slow rise and fall went on for at least 100 reps. She wished she had some sand bags now, or some way to increase the weight. She slowly arched her body and legs, and found she could lift it in higher when she put her legs into it. Then she laid down and let the car go as deep as possible, she wondered if she even needed to flex for this. With perfect and fluid movement, her belly went from flat to a rock hard dome of muscle in a split second, with enough force that it literally threw bumper up in the air a few inches. As if came down, Sami did it again even harder, and it went a bit higher. She did this a few more times, until finally she arched her body on her elbows, raised he hips and core, and caught the car just like that. She bounced it a few more times like that before she let the weight go down completely on her stomach. She moved her arms to behind her head, took a deep breathe, and started to do crunches.

      She lost count as the day drifted on. Finally, she made her way out of the garage. After a quick shower, and some dinner, she relaxed in her bed and did some job searching. She found a few that looked interesting. The first was at an attendant at a sporting goods store in town, they had everything from hunting goods, to every kind of exercise equipment you could imagine. The pay wasn't great she noted, but it offered a 50% discount!
      After spending a good amount of her childhood at her grandparents farm, Sami was always partial to that lifestyle. So naturally, the farmhand job appealed to her. The only requirement was “Be strong.” She could handle that. Check.

      The one that really caught her eye was an ad looking for counselors for the summer sports camp at the local university. She jotted all the info for all 3 in her notebook, and started to drift off to sleep. In the morning, she would follow up. Then, she wanted to do some research about new training methods that could help her get stronger. Sami was still exhilarated from her earlier fights, and couldn't wait to challenge herself again. She knew she had a long way to go, but looked forward to every bit of the journey.


*** Hopefully, much more to come. Chapters 3-8 I will add in the next week or two, and if I get some positive feedback I will keep writing. I also have some more conventional type stories as well, but I wanted to write something a little different.  Requests, comments, questions to Yagmail@usa.com  Thanks for reading***

[slim0926]

  Bravo again and again this was a awesome read, i kept reading waiting to see her test her strength out, and she didnt dissapoint. i would have like to have a back story on some of Hannah bad intentions and fun days of bullying and taking stuff from who ever got in her way..can't wait for the next chapters!!

[Jeremy Lightning]

Once again, gotta say that I enjoyed reading this immensely, love that she pushes herself beyond normal limits in her workouts, an example is her running several miles with a large handicap, but still runs the same distance faster than most people do without one. Would love to see more of that kind of thing. K+!

[Yag]

Sami part 3
by Yag
Yagstory@usa.com
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Chapter 3

     It had been a little over a month since the day in the park, and Sami was just waking up on a Saturday morning. It was mid summer in Middletown, which meant it was hot and sticky. Sami was organizing the basement, and throwing out some old junk her family had been hoarding.
    For the last 6 weeks, she had worked a temporary job at a local sporting goods store in town. Sadly, the job was only temporary, to cover for the owners daughter who ran the store, but was out on maternity leave. Sami had become friendly with the owner, an elderly gentleman named Al. She had worked the six weeks, and impressed Al so much that he wanted to help her out.
    While working at the store, Sami had represented them in a local charity fundraiser, with a long distance run, and then a sit up contest. The companies that sponsored offered to pay a dollar for every sit up, and 100 per every mile run. Sam had finished first in the run, finishing all 10 miles. Then she doubled the 450 of the next closest competitor in the sit-up contest. They had a cap of 1000, which she got to with little trouble. The local newspaper wrote an article about the event, and it really shored up business for Al. So fresh after a baby, his daughter was begging Al to find a decent personal trainer for her to get in shape. He nominated Sami. He would pay her under the table very well for it, and she could keep her discount at the store.
   This was great for Sami, as she was freshly unemployed, and had been distraught about the lack of training she could do with her working 70 hour weeks. She had definitely stayed busy in all her spare time. Sami had yet to meet Al's daughter, he only knew her as Mel.
   Al owned an electronics store in the next town, too far for Sami to commute everyday as it was almost a 40 minute drive. But after mentioning the arrangement to a couple of his employees, a skinny twig of a girl named Heather asked for Sami's info. Heather called that night and they worked out the details for Sami to train her as well.
   The plan was to meet twice a week, for two hours. Al had a separate building on his property with a gym, complete with a pool, and boxing ring. He was an old man now, and no one had been in there for 10 years except his cleaning lady and pool person! Sams only demand was, “No boys allowed,” and it seemed to be a perfect arrangement for everyone.
   It was the weekend, so she had a few days to prepare. Sami had saved almost all of her pay from the time at the store, and she was ready to spend a bit of it. She had found an ad online for a large weight set. After a divorce, the wife wanted to get rid of her x-husbands weights. So Sam had called, agreed on a price, and the lady said she would deliver them. Sam expected them any time, and like clockwork she heard a truck pull into the driveway. She greeted the lady, examined the goods—looked good! And exchanged money. The lady got back in her truck, and offered that her two kids could carry the weights in since Sams “boyfriend or brother must not be a round” as she put it, before slapping Sam on the shoulder in between cackles of laughter.
   It was a large set, and it took them a few minutes, with Sami moving the bulk of them. The brother moved a good deal of them too, but the sister was struggling the whole time. She was amazed at strong little Sami, and asked her how she could be like her. They talked for just a minute, and then Sami had her third client, a high school student named Ayn. Being so close in age, they had a good chemistry just from those few minutes. They exchanged info, and had already started texting before Ayn got home.
   Still, a few days to go, and Sami planned to take advantage of them by getting acquainted with her new weight set. It wasn't perfect, but it did have pairs of barbells starting at five pounds, then increasing to 10, and increments of 10 all the way to 100 pounds. It also came with 4 large plates, and a bar. She had been surprised to see a large punching bag along with the weights, and had eagerly offered an extra 10$ for it, which alone was probably worth more than she had paid for everything! Everything was set up neatly in the freshly organized basement. The old weight machine nestled in the corner, a set of mats meshed together to make a nice little floor space. She had installed a set of bars on the wall like she had seen at the gymnastics training center she had recently visited. She had also moved her inclined bench further across the room, and she had the great idea to bolt it down to make it as sturdy as possible. Nearby was a bar for pull-ups, and an old dip station Al had given her.    She had a large plastic bin with drawers filled with a few of her other recent purchases. A few fitness bands, a few jump ropes,  powder for her hands, and in the top she kept her new set of ankle weights, along with some other goodies. The ankle weights were made so you could add bars depending on the difficulty. Sam had found that the max of 20 lbs per leg wasn't enough, so she had purchased several more sets.
   Sami was a little under 5' and she had gained about 10 pounds in the last few months. She was up to 175 pounds, and had been making a point to eat as many calories as possible to help her bulk a little bit more. She had added almost an inch to her biceps, and she felt her core was stronger than ever. It was harder to measure some of her other gains, but if she could she would notice another inch to her waist, and at least that much added to her booty, which just kept getting bigger and harder it. She loved the feel of her rock hard muscles, even though she looked nothing like your conventional bodybuilder. She trained more like an athlete, and she didn't know how much of a prodigy she really was. Even now early in her training, and a few years younger, she could outperform many of the best at the NFL combine. When it came to abs, they weren't even close. She could put any 2, 3, even 5 of them to shame. She liked to find ab challenges or videos, and do them herself...except she would find ways to make them harder, and she loved doing everything weighted. Even with those handicaps, it wasn't much of a challenge to surpass the so called “fitness” experts. She was getting stronger, and it was almost scary how gifted she was.
   The old weight set maxed out at 30 pounds. She had done literally 100 curls per set with that weight, and even with a pair of barbells adding up to 60 pounds, she almost didn't notice a difference when doing her sit ups.
 So she locked the basement door so she couldn't be bothered, stripped down to nothing, and started stretching. She followed with 100 slow push ups, to get loose. She did them on her fingertips, which was suppose to help with grip strength. When she did some of her hanging exercises, it was often the the hands that cut it short...so she made a point of trying to increase her grip strength. She had focused on her arms and chest almost exclusively over the last two months. They were her weakest areas, and she wanted be a bit more balanced.
   Now 2 months later, her forearms were harder than stone, and her biceps were becoming the closer to the size of a melon, than a softball...and literally hard as rock. Just the other day she was flexing, and not matter how hard she tried or poked, she couldn't make a dent in the boulder of muscle in her arm. Her legs had been getting stronger as well, along with her bubble butt, but her lower body was like that as long as she could remember. Even as a little girl, she had had solid legs and a giant butt that was like steel. She once remembered cracking nuts with just her butt after seeing it on  a commercial, and taking a dare from her sister. She started with one, and worked her way up to six at the time, now she reckoned she could do twice that. She always loved the idea of crushing things with just her butt muscles. She wondered if it was possible to move past walnuts...what else could her muscles butt crack? The thought of it fascinated her, and made her feel superior to all those skinny woman with yoga butts. Hers was bigger, and better, tighter, and stronger...and she knew it. '
   Still, her pride and joy above even her magnificent booty, was her stomach. It was a bit of an obsession for her. She was always really thick, but also very solid. Growing up, she had been among the strongest in her grade. They did fitness tests every year she had been in school, and she had easily topped the sit- up portion every time. She could remember an encounter she had in gym class once, when she was changing her shirt, and a couple of the other girls called her fat and started poking and slapping her stomach. The three of them were all athletes and dancers, and they insisted she had cheated. The dark skin one lifted up her shirt, and flexed her six pack. “No way a whale could beat these abs.” After that they had all started to flail away with hands and feet, and even some knees. Sami just backed up to some lockers, and flexed her abs. After they started to slow down a bit, she took the first chance she had. Sami threw one punch as hard as she could at the dark skinned girl, right in the middle of her gut,  and even with flexed abs she crumpled up onto her knees, wind knocked out of her. Her two friends grabbed her by the arms, and literally dragged her out of there. That was the last time they bothered her.
   She was concerned with more confrontations, and at the same time it turned her on to put her fist in the other girls six-pack, and feel the wall of muscle collapse. She had no problem with motivation. So she started looking into self defense, and martial arts, as well as the various conditioning regimens of elite athletes in different sports.
   Now some years later, she really wanted to test her abs, and prove herself superior to other women. This led her to be  extremely innovative with her workouts, and she was obsessed with finding new challenges and ways to train even harder. Now with Ayn, Mel, and Heather counting on her to whip them into shape, she had even more reason to experiment and try some new routines.
   Back in the present, Sami had just finished the push ups, and made her way to the newly added weight rack. She wasn't sure which weight was best for her, so she started with a pair of 50 pound barbells. She knew this wasn't her max, but she started a set of slow and controlled curls. Up and down went the sturdy metal weights, Sami was curling both at the same time. After 50 reps she was really feeling pumped up. She went over to her inclined bench, locked her legs, and lifted the two barbells to rest on her stomach, and started to do the inclined, weighted sit ups with an extra 100 pounds balanced on her stomach. After 200 reps with perfect form, she started to try another exercise where she stopped halfway during the sit up, and just held it there for 30 seconds, then she did it again. She did one more set up sit ups, this time working the obliques in a bit of a rotation.
   Next she replaced the 50s with 60s, and did it all again, She increased her bicep reps to 80, really feeling pumped by the end. She did the same ab routine, 120 pounds weighing down her stomach. She did another 300 sit ups, and followed with the other two different exercises. 

   Sami was feeling great after this, she took a two minute break and had some water. She felt strong and she felt brave, so she went right for the 80 pound barbells. At a touch over 170, these were each about half of her body-weight. Her arms were 18 inches of solid muscle, and it showed. As she started another set of curls, her arm was becoming as pumped as she had ever seen. Around 40 reps she began to get a little shaky, but she pushed through to 50 with each arm.
   She made her way to her inclined bench, locked her legs into position, lifted the barbells up and over to rest on her stomach, and up she went. She didn't even feel a burn at first, next time she would go for the 100 pound barbells. As the reps went by, she watched her stomach inflate as she went up, pushing the weight up and down, like it was a sack of feathers. At 500, she felt a good burn. For the next 500, she did turned to the left and right on every rep, to work the side muscles as well. Her core felt stronger than forged steel, as she was still wanting more. She got off the bench, replaced the barbells on the rack, then took a minute to get some water and wipe down the sweat she was covered in.   
   Next, she put on 2 pairs of ankle weights. Each was 20 pounds, so with the 2 sets, she was at 40 pound per leg. She marched over to the gymnastic bar that she had recently installed, basically a stall bar with a ladder of bars leading to it. She climbed up, locked her arms, and took a deep breathe. She would slowly bring the legs up into an L position, and hold it there for a few seconds. Then, she would slowly lower her legs, and stop them right before she became straight. Up they came again, 80 pounds of ankle weights snugly secured around each of her solid legs.
   She remembered her own encounter with the gymnasts she had learned this exercise with. She went to a free intramural gymnastics demonstration at the local college, meant to help with fitness and get more girls into gymnastics. She had ended up infuriating some of the team members, when she had claimed to outperform them at these exercises. Everyone had divided up into pairs, and then they did an assessment test with the partner to grade how physically fit they were. When Sami had the highest numbers, some of the gymnast team members really took it personal. That is a story for another chapter.
   One of the girls there had gotten 47 leg lifts, a Chinese girl named Nancy. This was almost 10 more than the closest competitor. Sami had done nearly 80, before complaining of sore arms.
   Now Sam was using 80 pounds of resistance, and even then then 47 reps were no problem. After 200 of these, she wanted to spice it up a little. So she hopped down, and grabbed one of the 45 pound plates. Right before she climbed back up, she squeezed the plate between here legs, and held it while she made her way up the bars. Finally, she reached down with one hand and grabbed the plate, while hanging there suspended by one arm, supporting about 300 pounds of weight, she put her legs up into the L, and put the plate on the spot between her knees and feet. She replaced her  hand, and took a nice deep breathe. She began bringing her feet down about 18 inches, then slowly bringing them back up to the L. She didn't count the reps, she just did it for about 5 minutes and really could feel a burn. She felt energized!
   For her final exercise, she took off the ankle weights and put them away. She had another new gadget she was dying to try. Gravity boots. They would go on her feet and ankles, and then she would lock them into place, securing her to hang upside down. She locked the boots onto her feet, grabbed both of the 45 pound plates, and she hung with her arms straight over her head, and the weight suspended there as well. She then brought the weight up to touch her toes, not literally. She loved the feel of her sturdy belly during the exercise, really being strained to the max. Even with only 90 pounds, she thought this was the hardest activity yet. Of course, after all the earlier reps, it was hard to gauge which was really the most difficult.
   She made her way down, put the weights away, and made her way to the wall sized mirror she had placed down there. She flexed, and looked as ripped as she could ever remember. She flexed her belly, expanding it to its full sized...making a pregnant belly, as people on the internet called it. She poked the dome of muscle a few times, and giggled. It was like poking a boulder. She rubbed her hands all over her stomach, she could feel the sides of it were just as strong. She had a funny idea, and picked up a thick length of chain that they had used to pull a large boat trailer that her family use to own. She noticed it had a hook at each end. She hooked one end to a secure loop that was built into the foundation of the house. Then she sucked in as much as she could, her stomach becoming much more compact. She wrapped the chain around her as tight as she could, spinning her body and letting the chain coil around her as tight as possible. The chain wrapped around her 3 complete times, before she hooked it on itself. She couldn't believe how tight it was, constricting her like a giant python. A python made of quarter inch thick iron rings. She sucked in a little more, then as hard as she could, she expanded her stomach. The way some people might pop a button on a shirt or pants, she utterly destroyed the chain. The links didn't want to give, but steel can only take so much before it breaks. Many of the links snapped, and some of the others were bent awkwardly in different directions. The chain lay on the ground, in pieces big and small. It was no match for her belly. She felt invincible, and really was looking forward to the next chance to put her body and her belly against another girl, to prove to herself she is superior. To truly test herself. She knew she wasn't the only girl in the world who felt that way, and that motivated her. For now, she had to focus on her new fitness gig. Melanie, Heather, and Ayn would all be leagues behind her, but she knew she could really whip them into shape, if they had the motivation. She worked on the plan she had for them and the night drifted away.








Sami part 4
by Yag, Yagstory@usa.com
Sami part 4
Chapter 4

   As the first session started, Sami had greeted her new students. They had all met up at Al's personal gym, it literally had everything. State of the art fitness equipment, a boxing cage, a pool. It looked like something she would see on a TV show. The best part was that it had never been touched. Al handed her the only set of keys he had, and she had only had to dust and clean the floors. She couldn't help to think of it as her grand opening.
   She had some work in front of her. All 3 of the new girls were what they themselves considered unfit. First was Heather. She was a few years out of high school. She claimed she had been really in shape until 16, when she got lazy. She was 5'1, 130 lbs. She was actually the strongest of the 3 girls, although the smallest. She had been able to curl the 20 pound weights, and had managed almost 80 sit-ups. She wanted to get back her six-pack, and just get stronger. She also made a big emphasis on getting her butt as tight as it was 5 years past.
   Next was Ayn, who was still in high school. She was 5'8, and a somewhat solid 180. She was weakest, being able to only muster 10 sit ups, and barely even curl the 10 pound weights. To her credit, she had well developed legs and a great butt. She rode a bike everywhere, so she had above average stamina as well. She was obsessed with becoming strong.
   Finally was Al's daughter, Melanie. At 5'5, and 280 pounds, she was huge. She had strong legs, but her arm strength didn't reflect her size. She had barely been able to curl the 20 pound weight, but she did manage almost 40 sit ups. She didn't care as much about getting skinny, she just wanted to be solid.
   To start off, Sami had them all strip down to bra and panties, and had them line up to get proper measurements. She had them do some flexing, and it was a bit disappointing for the girls.  They were all mostly soft, the exception being Heather...she had really toned arms, and her abs and butt were still tight. Sami poked them all in the stomach, and the butt, to show how soft they were. To demonstrate the difference, she stripped down as well. She stripped all the way, she preferred it that way. She stood there in all her glory, legs in and upside down V shape, arms up and flexed. The girls had seen her a little, but they were amazed at how powerful she looked. They took turns feeling her up, and they were obsessed with how tight she was. Especially her belly and huge ass. Mel was infatuated with her butt, she couldn't believe how big and tight it was. She put every other girl she had ever seen to shame. Heather was in love with her big stomach, rubbing it and poking it.
   “Are you as strong and hard as you look?” asked Ayn, a bit intimidated by all of this.
   Sami made her way across the room, and found an aluminum baseball bat, among some of the sports equipment. “Let's see what is stronger, me or the bat.” she proceeded to lay the bat down, closed her eyes, and instructed them to hit her in the stomach. To make it interesting, she told them all to give it a try...at the same time. Mel grabbed the bat, and started kind of lightly. Then, she pulled back, and swung with all her strength. THWAP. All they heard was a thudding noise, and Sami didn't even seem to notice. After that, they all took turns. They tried to throw in some punches as well, but it really hurt their hands. After a few minutes, they admitted defeat.
   Sami just laughed, and asked when they were going to start trying? Next, she turned around and stuck her butt out in front of them. She opened her cheeks, picked up the bat, and stuck it in as deep as she could, before letting her enormous bubble-butt suck it in. She let go of the bat, and started clenching her butt. After about 10 seconds, she let it fall to the ground.
   The girls looked on in awe, they couldn't believe what they saw. The bat was crushed, it had several large indentations where Sam's butt had it's way with the poor aluminum. She got her point across quickly, and the girls were completely receptive of everything after that. She gave each a tailored fitness and diet plan, and bid them good-bye until next week. 
   When they left, Sami decided to put herself through a bit of a workout. The gym had a huge array of professional grade equipment, many of the things she had never seen before. The weight stacks on the machine went up to 1000 lbs, and the huge amount of weights and plates would take a long time to count. She did some stretching, and made a mental note of what she wanted to try first. She grabbed a 100 lb barbell, and a pair of 45 pound plates. She also grabbed a heavy Olympic bar, and added a pair of 45 pound plates to each side. By her math it was about 220 lbs with the bar. She started with the large bar, and hefted it in both hands in front of her. She let it rest against her gut, and she made her way over to one of the long benches, kicking the support guards down (where you would normally rest the weight) and laying herself down in place. The bar was still resting mostly on her torso, and then she started pushing it up and down slowly. Up and down it went, about forty times. She started to get tired, so she let the full momentum of the weight fall down onto her stomach. She braced for it, ready to flex, but found that even unflexed her stomach was hardly fazed from the weight. She let the full weight press down on her belly, even unflexed the 220 pounds hardly made a dent. She was hardly even holding the bar with her hands, just making sure it didn't roll off, when she sucked in. Down went the weight, and then up it went. It was hardly a strain, her stomach sucking in and then pressing the weight up nearly a foot. She kept it going for easily over 100 reps. Most people could never even hope to bench press that much, yet her stomach was lifting it like a sack of feathers.
   Next, she slid her butt down the bench about 18 inches, so her legs were dangling off and she grabbed the 100 lb barbell with her legs, letting it rest between her ankles. She reset the larger bar back in place on her stomach, all the while bringing her legs and the other weight up in a series of slow leg raises. After 100 reps of this, she could really feel it working. She regretted not using more weight, or possibly her ankle weights. She kept it going for another 20 reps, before taking a few deep breathes.
   She laid there for another min or two, letting the blood flow into the muscles before she went all out for her last set. This time she put the last 2 exercises together. The leg lifts, while at the same time just using her stomach to lift the other bar. She loved it, the feeling was almost overwhelming at first, but she knew she could handle it. After a few reps, she had the technique down perfectly. Her only regret was that she couldn't work her arms or upper body more while doing it. She imagined if she could get ropes to hang on the side, to keep the bar from falling off, so next time she would be able to add some activities for her upper body and get a true burn going.
Next, she moved to an incline bench, bringing only the dumbbell with her. She got onto her back, locked her legs, and held the bar about 3 inches above her solar plexus. For the next hour, she alternated between regular sit ups, and those to the side for the obliques. She lost count of the reps, and focused on her form. She was obsessed with turning her belly into an invincible wall of muscle, stronger and harder than plate-mail. She longed to challenge herself against some ripped girl with 8 pack abs, to see what was really superior. A steel like wall of rigid muscles, harder than brick and mortar and intimidating enough to beat most girls before the fight even began...or, her steel dome of muscle, inch upon inch of muscle on top of a small layer of fat. It all felt so hard to her, even underneath, it was muscle on top of muscle. When she flexed, she couldn't poke a finger into any part of her gut, no matter how hard she tried. She felt superior to any of the bodybuilders or fitness models she had seen on tv or youtube. She had tried some of the most “advanced” workouts she could find, even Crossfit, and she was not impressed.

   She flipped over onto her stomach, move the barbell onto her back, and she started pumping out fingertip push-ups, perfect form. Up and down she went, her powerful arms pumping away with little trouble. After 150, she stood up, and did some squats holding the weight above her. She focused on form, as 5 became 500. Her legs and butt were feeling the burn, she was really starting to sweat now. She felt good all over, she proceeded to exercise like this for another hour.
      
   For her next activity, she replaced her ankle weights. Forty pounds on each ankle, snug and secure. She did a gymnastic floor routine, complete with tumbling. She didn't know where that urge had come from, but she was amazed by how explosive she had become. She could easily do a standing flip, even with all that extra weight. She almost frightened herself by how high and violently she soared into the air. Finally, she got to her destination. She wasn't even sure what to make of this area. It had rings, so many of them. Some of them were set up for gymnastic conditioning, others were arranged in a variety of patterns. The largest being a huge square of hanging rings, she would later learn this was inspired by an old show “American Gladiators”
   She made her way to one of the pairs of hanging gymnast rings. She grabbed a ring in each hand, and pulled herself up into a sitting L. From her, she did a variety of hanging exercises. To finish off the rest of her set, she spent the last hour doing something she had seen called the “air bicycle” which required her to hang there, and bring her legs (still with the 40 pound ankle weights) in a forward and backward motion like she was riding a bike.
   She loved the feeling, her stomach was really on fire. She kept peddling away, her powerful legs going through the motions, her abs feeling the fury.  She was so invigorated by the rush she was still getting, she decided to continue with some more exercises. 
   She hopped off the rings, and made her way to one of the tumbling mats. She squatted down and bent her legs just a bit, then sent her legs up soaring, and her body spinning the opposite way in a standing back-flip. At first she noticed something was off, as her balance didn't seem right.
   She giggled as she realized the extra weight from the ankle weights, 80 pounds worth. The next time she pushed a little harder with her legs and she landed it just as smooth as normal. She went running and performed another tumbling pass where she did a front handspring, into some spinning corkscrew, followed by double running front flip. Then, she started doing back flip after back flip, her form never faltering. After one hundred, she did the rest with her eyes closed. Two hundred and fifty reps later, and her whole body felt like a giant corded muscle!
   Sami was so pumped up, she couldn't control herself. She grabbed a thick sledge mallet from one of the piles of tools that was still hanging around from the builders. It was like a sledgehammer, with a 2 kg head on the end of a short shaft. Sami sat herself comfortably, and she brought her hand down to between her legs and started touching herself. Then, with her right hand, she took the mallet and swung it right into her gut. She could hardly feel it, and again harder. She kept going, again and again and again, while she stroked herself. She tried to aim for the same area on her stomach, but the mallet wasn't doing enough. She could feel a bit of a sensation, she just wished she could hit harder. She decided to move over to the sit up bench, and locked her legs onto the supports, sitting up at a 45 degree, she started again. She even reclined more until her body was almost flat. The hammer was still not breaking through the shield of muscle. She kept going valiantly, until the poor hammer could take no more. The fiberglass and oak handle broke, and still Sami went. First slamming the hammerhead into herself, but then following with her own fist. The thought of someone who could challenge or defeat her kept going through her mind, she felt so invincible. Eventually she squirted and came all over the bench, but still she wasn't satisfied. She had to get into some trouble, get into some fights.
   She was set on it, no matter the cost. Would she end up in prison? The thought of it wasn't so great, but the idea of being the queen and dominating every other inmate appealed to her, though.  She made her way home, did another long ab workout before bed, and stuck to this intense routine of training for the next few months.
   

[Jeremy Lightning]

This is really, really hot man, I just love reading how Sami tries to torture her body, how she just goes through these insane workouts, making her stomach harder and tougher and it's obvious that they are working as people swung bats full force at her stomach and she barely even felt it, it was akin to tickling her stomach with feathers. Then she stuck an aluminum bat in her ass and crushed it with ease! Another part that got my attention was her doing a full gymnastics routine with 40 pound ankle weights, easily going through flip after flip, as if the weights weren't there at all! Finally she pounded her impenetrable stomach with a very tough mallet, only to break it because her stomach was just so tough, so strong! What a great read, such a pleasure! k++!

[Yag]

Chapter 5

   Over the next few months, Sami continued to see her students, and before long it was nearing late fall. Sami was to interview for a new job this week for a hand at a local farm. It had been almost 6 months since the start of our story, and Sami was feeling stronger than ever. Her dog had fully recovered and has become a part of the family. Everything was going great, and she was back in talks with Al about another girl joining her little class, and life was as busy as could be. She was full of energy and passion,  she had so much time to train. She was also seeing almost immediate results in all three girls, which encouraged her.
   She planned to spend the afternoon at the mall picking out some new outfits, especially for her interview coming up. Then, she would do a class, then she would have the night to herself at the gym. She wondered what was even appropriate to wear for a job application working on a farm? She had neglected her wardrobe too long,  and with the changes in her body over the last 6 months she really had no choice but to get some new stuff that fit her better. She made her way to the mall, and was deep into her shopping and thoughts.
   She was 4'10 and a half, around 175 pounds. She couldn't help but to check herself out in the fitting rooms. She popped a double bicep pose, and smiled at her progress. 20 inch biceps had surpassed her calves, and every inch of her arm was solid as steel. Her forearms were like a block of forged iron, and then her bicep a big ball, like a cast iron ball of muscle. No matter how hard she squeezed, she couldn't make even a small dent. Her calves looked solid and ripped, 19 inches around and as hard as they looked. Next were the tree trunks she called thighs.
A tree trunk was large, hard, and round. Sami had always had thick thighs, and when she really started working on them, they exploded. One of her favorite activities was to scissor her legs around a tree, whiled she clinched a log to her chest, squeezing as hard as she could with her legs, and just pump out 100s of sit ups. A few of the trees she use to began to show large dents where her thighs were crushing into them. The wood was strong, but not strong enough. Not compared to the insanely strong muscle fiber and thick corded muscles that made up her thighs. Her vertical leap was nearly 48 inches, or four feet. She was powerful and explosive, with thighs measuring 32 inches around. Like her arms, her legs were just as solid from top to bottom.
   The crowing achievement of her legs would still have to be her booty. She trained her glutes constantly. No matter what she was doing, she would always make a point to clench and unclench her butt. Considering she almost always wore tight fitting leggings and yoga pants, she got some weird looks for sure. She had taken pride in her giant booty since she was a little girl, and it had only gotten bigger. The term bubble-butt implied that the butt cheeks took the form or shape of a bubble or at least half of one. With a butt around 60 inches, she had not bothered to measure it lately. Each slab of beautiful muscle that she called a cheek was enormous! Her butt had ballooned in the last few months, yet she still maintained the shape of two perfect bubbles. It was like she had a pair of basketballs under her shorts, although bowling balls would be a better comparison if you tried to feel her butt. When she flexed, the muscle became rock hard and the strength of her butt was almost frightening. She had felled giant trees with a quick surge of energy to her flexed butt. She loved the feeling, she would put her back to a tree, retract her torso and butt just a slight bit to build up tension, and then SNAP! She had taken down trees that were several feet in circumference, or sometimes literally just broke them in half. Her next goal was to break rocks between her ass cheeks. She had no problem with many other things, she had worked her way up to a billiards ball. She had no problem cracking that, but stone had been a bit harder. She was confident she would get there, soon! She loved her butt, sometimes she would sit down in a chair unflexed, and watch how she would literally raise several inches just from her butt muscles inflating. She still wanted it bigger, bigger and stronger.
   Speaking of bigger, while bra shopping today she decided to be fitted for a few new ones. She wasn't even sure what size, as she hadn't had a proper bra in a few years. Her girls were huge, she was well endowed and she wasn't too surprised when the fitting girl told her, “You are a 38g or a 40f.“
   She didn't even understand how bra sizes worked, but she liked the sound of g. Her boobs were very perky, and stood almost perfectly up, her pecs pushing them up to attention. After she tried on a few of the bras, she was amazed at how much cleavage she had. She was really proud of her results.
   To top it all off was her favorite part by far, he tummy. Around 50 inches around it was huge. Although, compared to her giant butt and thick legs, and large rack, she looked almost proportionate. No one would see her and believe she could do more sit-ups than the other 200 people in the mall combined. Or that she could go punch for punch with each of them, 1 after the other, then still do an endless ab workout, then do it all again! She had found a video of a woman on youtube doing 2000 sit-ups in 70 minutes. To make it interesting, she switched it up a little. She used an incline bench, and put a pair of 50 pound dumbells on her stomach. So she was adding 100 lbs to each rep, and doing them on an incline bench. Still, she had managed the 2000 in under 45 minutes. She made it to 3200 in the 70 minute time.
   Back when she worked with Al, she would spend some of her shifts doing sit ups...Al always liked to have someone working out at the store when he did his live video shows. He did this once a month, and he would often pay 5 or 6 girls to rotate through and cover the whole 12 hours. Sami had no problem doing it herself, but she never counted. She loved inclined sit-ups, but she never tried them with the weights at Al's store. Now, she was addicted. She had gone as high as 400 pounds, but she liked to really pump out the reps. So the 2000 had her thinking, how high could she go? She did some calculations, and it turned out 50,000 reps would take about 18 hours. She calculated the weight...50,000 reps, with the 100 added lbs. That would be the equivalent of her lifting 2500 tons of weight. Not even to count the body weight, or the fact that she was doing it on an incline. The next morning, she woke up at 2am. Down to her basement she went, she got a few gallons of water to keep nearby, and then she started. She had a little counter that she could clip to her hair, since she was fully nude. The room was cold, and it gave her goose pimples, also making her nipples stand up at full attention. She held the weights right under her girls, and what a sight it much have been. Her tanned skin, her medium round areola, and her huge dark nipples. They weren't really dark, just a little off white...maybe it was the Native American blood from her parents. She had raven black hair, and she loved the night. She couldn't have felt any better than she did right then. She got started, and got a really good pace going. Not too fast, just fast enough and in control. Around 20,000 reps, she started to feel a bit of a burn. She had an urge to slow down the reps, to get a bit more resistance on each rep, but alas...the day only had so many hours. On she went, at a frightening pace. Up to 25,000, then 30,000.
   She had been doing weighted incline sit-ups for over 10 hours, and she still felt fresh. Her abs were still hard and strong, she longed for a more challenging workout. She considered a web video she had seen where a hydraulic arm would punch girls over and over in the stomach until they broke. She made a mental note that this is what she needed. Something to punch her, while she was working out.
   She kept going, 40,000. Then 45,000, then finally she reached her goal. She was in the zone, hardly even keeping track of the reps. As such, her final count was 51,421. In just that workout, her stomach lifted 5 million pounds of weight. Almost 2600 tons! She sprang up from the bench energized. She was hungry, but not too sore.
   She was obsessed with her abs, and worked them a few times a day. She took pride in her  superiority, and nothing got her off as much as dominating other girls physically. She looked forward to challenging herself in the most extreme of ways, and she wouldn't be happy until she proved herself superior in every way. Her parents had taught her not to pick a fight, but she wanted it more than anything. She promised she would find another bully or an arrogant douche, and she wouldn't start the fight...but by god, she would finish it. Her hands clenched into fists as she step out of the changing room. She had so many new clothes, she didn't even know how she would carry it all home! She decided to call a taxi, and an hour later she was at the gym waiting for her girls.
   She had a new girl, April, that she would meet in a few days. But for today, it was just Ayn, Mel, and Heather. She put them through a brutal routine, and then gave them all a new daily routine for the next month. This one was much harder than the last, all three girls were ready for it she thought.
   Today they started with 100 slow push-ups. After that, a brutal set of high knees, squat jumps, and kickboxing got the cardio going. Then, for over an hour she push them through a grueling ab workout. 500 sit ups, with a barbell. Vertical sit ups, leg raises, leg lifts, and long planches.  By the end, Mel was struggling to keep up, Ayns chest was heaving for air, and her stomach felt on fire. Only little Heather still looked fresh. She let Ayn and Mel get some water, and had Heather join her on the incline bench. Sam picked up a pair of 40 lb barbells, and told Heather to pick them up, and get into place on the bench. She locked her legs, and did as Sami instructed, bring the weights out to her sides like she wings. 'Now, up.” Sami commanded, and up Heather went. She stayed in place, hardly budging an inch. Sam reached up after about 30 seconds and rolled up her shirt. Clear as day, she could see 6 little bricks of muscle each about ¼ an inch deep, poking out of the flat stomach. She curled up her hand in a fist, and punched Heather a few times lightly, but still hard enough to hurt. “'Rock hard!” She thought to herself, amazed at the progress in just a few months. She punched again, much harder. Still, Heather didn't budge.
   “Ok, down. Great job. Water time, go join the others.” Sami continued, as she began to organize the facility. She had done all the workout along with the other girls, but she hardly even broke a sweat. Still, in a few months, the progress was as good as she had hoped for all three. Heather was top, with Mel and Ayn making steady progress as well. At the start, they were slow to get going. Now, they had found proper motivation and were in it for the long run. Now that they had spent a few months on basic strength and conditioning, and with another girl coming soon, soon she would have four girls to compete with each other. It would be at least a year before any of them could really compete with her, she estimated. In the meantime, they could start learning some more advanced strength and conditioning routines, as well as mixing in martial arts, boxing, kickboxing, mixed martial arts, grappling, and gymnastics along with some new stuff she hoped to learn along the way. After a short conversation, she dismissed the other girls.

   She was at the gym until the early hours of the morning, working herself as hard as she could. The next day flew by, and soon it was time for another training session. It went well, although today Sam had to leave early. She made her way home, showered, and made her way to the address given for the job at the farm. Heather, Ayn, and Mel all stayed at the gym, planning to make use of the time, even with Sami off to her interview.
   She borrowed her parents car, just this once they allowed her. She drove the 17 or so miles to the farm, and she knew she was in the country. She arrived at a large, fenced-in house. Behind it lay many acres of buildings, animals, and wilderness. She pulled up the long driveway into a larger parking area, outside a huge barn, and a beautiful mansion of a house. Nearby she saw another large warehouse,  or so it looked from here. It had a large “office” sign displayed outside, and she made her way to the building. She made her way inside, and was greeted by a petite blonde looking girl.
“Hi, I am Ivy. You must be Samantha?” the girl at the desk said as she reached she waved her hand in an awkward little wave, and pointed to a chair near the front of the desk. “Have a seat.” she continued.
   Sam sat down, and she felt almost like she was being interrogated, as she noticed a light hanging over her, and the blonde staring a hole through her from the desk. She was unnerved by the whole experience, being a shy girl and this only her second interview. It didn't help that Ivy was just about the most beautiful girl she had ever met. A perfectly shaped face, long hair, and somehow her chest and breasts looked so perky, it was like she was from a place where gravity didn't exist, her tits literally stood straight up, being a small C, she wasn't endowed like Sami, but she could see the outline of her pecs almost poking through the shirt near her armpits. She instantly knew she was smitten, always knowing she had been attracted to girls, but never meeting one she really liked. This girl, no more than twenty-three or twenty-four, with the face of an angel, was talking to her. She didn't realize it for a second.
   “Sorry, could you repeat the question?” Sam replied, taking a deep breathe. “Oh, my resume? I'm sorry, here it is.” she said, laying it down on the table.
   “A sporting good store, that sounds like my kind of place. Now here at the farm, we have all sorts of tasks. I am the manager here, so you would be working directly under me. You would come in, and I would give you tasks for the day. We work with a lot of animals here, and it is hard, dirty work in general. Now as I said, I am not the owner. The owner use to be a kind old man that turned this into the largest farm in the county. He passed just last year, and since his two daughters have taken over the place. The one lives far away in Florida, so the boss here is Lori. She is not here now, but she is usually out there everyday working in the fields like the rest of us, so you will meet her. I guess this is a good time to tell you that Lori is a good friend of your old boss Al,  and he came over here himself and put in a personal recommendation for you. Al is the busiest guy I know, for him to come here himself says a lot. Now on the ad when you applied, it said be strong. Would you consider yourself strong, do you feel like this job is for you, after hearing a little about it?” Ivy asked, as she tapped her finger lightly on her lips, and waited for a response.
   Sam was still mesmerized by her beauty, those blue eyes!
   “Well, I..I...” She stuttered, tripping over her words.
   “Just take a second and relax, no pressure here.” Ivy retorted, putting out her palms flat, smiling to reveal, to no surprise, a perfect smile.
   Sam took another deep breathe, and continued “When I was younger, I spent a lot of time on my grandfathers farms. That is part of why I wanted this job, I love being around animals, around nature, and the hard work is just what I need. I think I am strong, but I want to get stronger everyday. I am willing to work long hours, and do any task you could fine for me.”
   Sami was becoming a little more relaxed, and she maintained eye contact as Ivy stood up.
   “Ok, that is what I like to hear. You should do fine. The person you are replacing is leaving at the end of the month. So your first day will be Monday, the 2nd. Lori and I will be here to meet you, the first day you will be stuck watching safety videos and filling out paperwork. The next day, dress to get dirty. You will be digging holes and carrying rocks. It will be hard, don't forget to eat your Wheaties. It was very nice to meet you. I look forward to seeing you in a few weeks.” Ivy concluded, standing up as Sam agreed enthusiastically, walking towards the door behind Sam. She waved at the departing girl, and Sam made her way back home. She spent about a half hour with her family, telling them the news. She had some dinner, and finally made her way back to Al's gym. When she got close enough to see the building, she was alarmed to notice one of the doors was literally torn off the hinges, some large links of chain dangling from where the door use to be. As she got to the door and gazed in, she was  shocked with what she saw.




   Lori had gotten back shortly after Sam had departed, Ivy filling her in on the new girl. She liked what she heard. Lori was a big woman, 5'8 and close to 300 pounds. She was happy to hear this girl was your average, chubby teen girl, most likely not knowing what she was really getting herself into. That was ok, Lori always held a bit of jealousy for the perfect creature that was Ivy. But for all us mortal woman, she use to joke, she considered herself pretty enough. She had a son, who was a few years into college. She never seemed to have much time for a man, running a farm was busy work. It made her body strong and solid. She had wrestled half-ton bulls to the ground, and could lift the back end of a car like it was a vacuum cleaner. She was huge, and she liked to stay strong. She had converted one of the central barns into a  extension to her home. It had a large entertainment room, her personal office, a large fitness room, and some other amenities spread over the giant barn.

   Lori sat down, a barbell laden with more weight than she could count sitting in front of her. It had at least 10 forty five pound plates. The bench held the bar at about waist height, but when she sat down it was right even with her shoulders. She grabbed the bar, with a grunt hefted it off the rack, and let it drop down in a curl. Then, with an exertion of her giant biceps, she pulled it back up, completing the curl. She pumped out a few sets, and moved on to the leg press. Before she could sit down, she heard a large crash. It sounded like a tv set or something being smashed onto the ground. Alarmed, she jumped into action, racing for the main room of her quaint barn villa. She saw two figures picking up various objects in the room, throwing them around. Neither figure looked small, she noticed a giant form, dressed in a long skirt, wearing a tank of matching black hue, it almost looked like the dress was a single piece. She didn't seem to be wearing shoes, but she was huge. Close to six feet, it appeared...tall and fat, Lori thought to herself. And the one a little further, literally in the act of smashing, looked to be a big girl as well, not fat, just tall. She was wearing camo daisy dukes, and a white tank top, he hair had the look of a thick nest that hadn't been touched in months They looked like drug addicts, she assumed they were trying to rob her, but then why were they making all this noise. She cursed that she had no one working overnight at the farm.
   “Well, it's only two of them,” she grimaced, as she cracked her knuckles. She still had a sore shoulder from an old injury, but after her workout and the adrenaline pumping through her veins at the two intruders, she was ready to fight! As she watched them smash another antique that had been her grandmothers, she was beyond questions. She dropped her shoulder in front of her, and emitted a huge growl, as she charged her way into the den. Her den, and she was the angry mother bear, she thought.
   As she got close to the thinner girl, they started to smirk at her and laugh. “What is so funny?” Lori demanded, as she charged the camo clad Amazon. Right as she was about to close in on the girl, her adversary got low and charged into her, scooping her up and slamming her down hard. Then she got slapped, harder than she expected, and the tall blonde girl backed off, right as her fat friend came over to join her. Lori shook away the panic at being overpowered, and waded into the tall girl, throwing a few punches, followed by a big kick. The girl deftly danced around her punches, head movement showing she had at least some boxing experience. The kick connected square right in her gut, but it bounced of harmlessly. Lori was not in her prime, but she had spent her whole life working with her body. She had spent years training martial arts, and kickboxing. She was no small girl, at close to 300 pounds. She estimated each of her massive tree trunk legs had to be close to 60 pounds. She put a lot of power and speed behind the kick, she had once kicked a sparring partner with less power than that, and he had ended up with several broken ribs.
   She waded in, more technique in her strikes this time. She was caught in the face by a darting jab, but she pushed through and grabbed the tall girl, bull rushing her ahead and straight into the wall. Lori noticed her friend was getting close, she had to try to put away the pretty blonde quickly. The blonde punched her again right in the jaw, backed up to the wall she had little momentum. Lori reached up and put her massive arms behind the girls head, pulling her forward in a Thai Plum, with perfect technique she delivered a few giant jumping knees into the blonde amazons gut, but she was merely annoyed more than anything. It felt like a thick layer of concrete between the wall and her knee. As she reached up to grapple with the amazon, she was caught with 3 quick punches to her own stomach. They stung a little, but her stomach held. She wouldn't call her core her strongest part, but she still worked out almost daily. She had to hope she could hold out longer than these two tarts. Lori let go of her grip, and tried to do a spinning elbow, but before she could completely turn around, she was stopped cold by the vice like arms of the blonde destroyer. She had her backed turned, arms coiled in an epic struggle. Lori was amazed at how strong this girl was, this girl half her size was slowly overpowering her and crushing her, and the fat girl had sat down on the floor, and began to clap and cheer.
   Lori was being overwhelmed, she could hardly do anything but hold her position. She put all her massive bulk and power into trying to get out of the position she was in, but she was being controlled utterly. At first she was forced into a standing full nelsen, her powerful shoulders, and huge pecs and arms being crushed by two steel like pythons. Just the squeeze had her struggling for breathe, and then the knees started. Hitting on the side, right, left, right right, left, right, left left left. No real pattern. They were hard, and she was starting to fade. The next thing that happened was one of the most frightening experiences in her life. She was dizzy and lightheaded from the beating, having trouble drawing in breathe. Next thing she knew, her feet were a foot off the ground, and it felt like she was being ripped in half. Somehow, this girl just half her weight had her picked her clear off the ground, and her arms had a boa constrictor like grip squeezing Loris waist terribly hard, she was ready to pass out just from the pain. Her back felt like it was being broken, her organs crushed. Her powerful body was literally no match for this girl, and she knew she could have been killed right then and there by this superior predator. Instead, she was squeezed unconscious, beaten awake and bloody, and then beaten some more. The fat girl never did much more than laugh. The punches kept coming, Lori could tell they weren't even close to full strength, she was destroyed. She felt like she had internal injuries, and at least some broken bones. She had wrestled full grown bulls, but never in her life had she been handled like this.  She had wet  herself sometime during the beating. She woke, laying in a puddle of urine, blood, and broken clutter...she couldn't even get up for an hour, until she was found the next morning by some of the farm hands. She had a broken jaw, possibly a broken femur, and several cracked ribs. She was admitted, and had no real eta when she would get out. She told them it had been a horse at her farm that had run her over, and didn't even mention the robbery. She was sobbing late that evening, when she received a call from Al. He filled in the missing pieces for her, it turned out it was a very strange twist of events. He offered to pay for any medical bills, but was happy when she stated she hadn't talked to the police. The last thing Al needed was problems with the police. It was bad enough he had 3 injured girls being tended by his personal physician, all staying in the downstairs of his house.  Now he had to worry about what would happen next.






Chapter 6




***about 20 hours earlier***
   Sami had left about a half an hour earlier, and it was going to be a long night. Heather, Ayn, and Mel were all hunkering down for a long night there, Sami wouldn't be back for a few hours. They all had motivations that were very different, yet at the end very similar. Heather was always a health fanatic. She and her friend Kara had always been very athletic, Kara always looked a more mature, with legs and especially calves that were the envy of many a girl in town. And those same legs also had every guy fawning over her. Kara was a year older than Heather, but when it came down to strength and endurance, Heather was always superior. She had a natural strength and athleticism that many didn't share. So little 5'1 Heather, not even 100 pounds, became notorious for her fitness. Her little arms were slender, but the little bicep she had was harder than concrete. That was a good 5 years ago, at least. She took pride in her strength and dominance, until she met Lauren. She hated Lauren with a passion. Lauren was a tiny girl, a little over 5 foot tall. She had short hair, and almost no feminine features. She was also from a year below Heather. So when gym came the next year, Lauren was in her class. For the rest of the year, no matter how hard she tried, she never could get the best of Lauren. It culminated in the yearly fitness test. Heather insisted that Lauren cheated, that no one could beat her. She became obsessed, and her boyfriend literally was in heaven, with the fantasy of them fighting or having a belly punching contest. Sadly, only Heather and Lauren were there for whatever contest they had. Heather was never the same again, losing all confidence.
   Now, some years later, she would fix all this. She would turn herself into the best version she could, and confront Lauren. She thought about this with every second she spent working out, it was her obsession. She was 5'1, and 130 pounds, with small 35b breasts that never sagged, and she was just getting the outline of a serious 6-pack. She was in love with what she was becoming.
   Ayn had never had such a colored history, and she was already in the best shape of her life. She grew up in a family where the typical dinner was soda, bread, sugar, and junk. All of it, she thought. She had become very disciplined with her diet, and she was really starting to push herself physically.  At 5'8, she had went from 180 pounds down to a much leaner 165. Her arms were really thick, and she had long legs that were fit and shapely. Her stomach still needed a lot of work, and she was ready to put it in. Her 34d boobs had become perkier, and her arms went from flab to mostly solid. She had to admit, her arms looked huge! She was very proud of these recent changed, and couldn't have any more faith in Sami and her style. Little did she know how much just one hour could change her life.
   Mel was always a big girl, at 5'5 and still near 260 pounds, that hadn't changed. She was feeling pumped up and powerful, yet her cardio and endurance still had a way to go. Whereas Sami was nearly all muscle, with a small layer of fat...Mel was the opposite. But she was turning herself slowly into a larger version of Sami. In progress, being the key word there. She was becoming stronger every day. She dropped the 40 lb barbells, and headed for the water cooler.
   She heard a loud crash, and before she knew it, two giant girls were literally tearing the door open. The thinner of the two girls made her way right over to Ayn and Heather, while the big girl behind her stayed near the door. She was wrapping the chain around the handles tightly, securing it and locking them all in. It was almost done, when Mel decided she better do something, nothing good would come from this. She stormed over towards the door, the giant girl turning towards her, door secured.  The girl had at least 6 inches on her, but they were both about equal size. Her adversary started taunting her, as they closed the distance the last thing she noticed was the shorter blonde girl was taking on Heather and Ayn at the same time, while yelling something about wanting revenge on Sami, but they didn't think they'd be this lucky.
   Then, she had to focus, as the giant form reached out for her. Mel reached out to grapple back, and immediately knew she was outclassed. She felt like she was wrestling with a brick wall, and she hardly even had a chance to struggle before she started getting hit. The giant girl pushed her back, causing her to stumble, and then started throwing a variety of strikes. Mel tried to grab her back, but she got punched hard, right in the gut. She was ready for it, but still she was stunned. The big girl stepped back, as Mel stood there stunned, back to the wall. She knew what was coming, and flexed as hard as she could, right-left-right. The first one hurt, but the next one smashed into her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. The third strike was a viscous hook that she stepped into, breaking a rib and making Mel scream. She looked over to see Heather run towards her, but the big blonde girl grabbed her from behind, hugging her in a death squeeze nearly 2 feet off the ground. Heather had already taken a few viscous kicks to the gut,  but this was a whole different level of pain. She thought she was going to be ripped in half, her left arm caught in the vice-like squeeze. The girl wasn't huge, but her arms were thick, with forearms like little tree trunks, and thick biceps that should have been on a girl twice her size. Mel continued to eat punches, to the face and body. The only thing holding her against the wall was the massive arm of the girl holding her there. The last thing she remembered was Heather convulsing in the big amazons arms.
   Ayn was angry, but her tummy hurt too much to do anything. She saw Mel collapse into a heap, still eating punches and kicks. Heather was out cold, twitching and shaking involuntarily as the blonde girl squeezed. Ayn wanted to get up, but she was beaten up. She had eaten the majority of the big blondes kicks, and she was afraid she had some broken bones in her legs. She had a giant gouge across her face, spilling blood. She hit the girl a few times, even picking up a large barbell to swing like a club, but she had no effect on the blonde terror. With both Mel and Heather out, and her whimpering in the corner, they proceeded to smash some of the equipment and do as much damage as they could.
   The blonde approached her, and started to stand her up. She let Ayn stand on her own, back to the wall for support.
   “If you tell me where she went, we will leave.” she stated matter of fact, and then she threw a left punch right into Ayn's solar plexus. She put her left forearm across Ayn's throat, and threw more punches randomly around the torso. She stepped back, and Ayn fell down. She was laying there, curled up in a fetal position, sobbing. The blonde girl dropped a pencil and a small notebook.
   Ayn knew she couldn't survive much more, and these bloodthirsty monsters would kill her, if they didn't get what they wanted. So she wrote down the name, and address of the farm on the paper, and handed it over.
   “If she returns before we find her, tell her we will be waiting for her at this address.” she added sharply, before dropping another paper. They unlocked the chained doors, ripped both doors off the hinges, and stormed out into the night.



   It was not long after they left that Al noticed the torn off doors. He ran down there, and his heart dropped. He thought the girls were all dead. He called to his personal physician, who happened to live two doors away, and had him triage the situation before he did anything rash. It wasn't nearly as bad as he thought, all three girls were alive and stable. They were beaten up, badly. And the place trashed, but Al was not the type to worry about money.
   When they explained  to Al what had happened, and showed him the note for Sami, he was perplexed. They moved the three girls to his estate, where he would keep a nurse and doctor on hand until they were well. Al sat down in the gym, and had been there just a few minutes when Sami arrived.
   As he expected, she was upset, and planned to go confront them at the address they left. He did his best to coerce her to be smart about it.
   “I know it's a trap, Al” she mused. “These two are too dangerous, who knows what they will do if left alone? This is my fight.” she concluded.
   
   “I don't care who's fight it is, you can get yourself killed. At least don't go in there alone, I know a couple of guys that use to deal with this sort of thing. A couple of old school wise guys, you know from out there in New York.” he reasoned. “Let me give one of them a call. It's the least I can do. Besides, no one lays a hand on my daughter.” he finished, anger clearly burning in his eyes.

   “Al, I don't need you to put a fucking hit on them, just let me handle this. You want to pay someone money to take care of them, then pay me, and stand back.” she growled, ripping the paper off the table where Al stood. She stormed off into the night, and Al still had a call to make.   

[Jeremy Lightning]

Wow! I loved every part of this story, the initial parts that showed that Sami was getting even bigger and stronger, especially the part about her massive ass and it's power and hardness. I loved how she upped her workouts, seeing the girl on YouTube motivated her to really go to her limits, and she went beyond. And then you come to this towering blond girl who seemingly has super strength, the way she was so easily able to handle Lori, especially after Lori showed how strong she herself was, and then Sami's students, who were all very strong in their own right. I hope Sami hasn't bitten off a bit more than she can chew, I guess we'll find out! k+!

[Yag]

Thanks for the feedback, more coming very soon. Hint, the two girls are back from revenge if you reread the earlier chapter with Cammy and Hannah.

[ASDFG123]

Great stuff, really enjoyed the last update.

One little line that I noticed and was thinking about was the comment that "she could do more sit-ups than the other 200 people in the mall combined."  At first, it sounds ridiculous but after reading about her 50,000 sit-up marathon, its actually a big understatement!  Imagining that the mall was filled with average shoppers who couldn't do more then 50-100 sit-ups only gives us a total of 10,000-20,000, and those are on the floor with no weights.  Makes me wonder what other groups of people Sami might be able to out preform... A full roster of an NFL team? The entire population of the largest gold's gym? Every single competitor at the Crossfit games?

Excited to hear the next chapter is coming so quickly, you really left us on a cliffhanger here! Keep up the great work.

[Yag]

Chapter 7



   Hannah and Cammy had been planning for this night for the good part of nine months. Every single day, they had been consumed with one thing. Revenge.
   They had spent these past months training day after day. While Samantha was working, they were training morning to night. Each day, they would get up, and go through a conditioning regiment. Then, they would go to a local gym to train mixed martial arts. Boxing, BJJ, and everything in between. They would follow that up by more training. For three quarters of a year they trained like they were professional fighters, in the biggest fight of their lives. Along the way, they had robbed, conned, and bullied themselves money, and a lot of it was used for drugs. Designer drugs, but more importantly the performance enhancing type. These girls were dangerous. Supremely conditioned, pumped full of every drug you could imagine, and roided to the gills.
   Hannah looked down to her right hand. A small glove covered it, it was padding, covered in steel plates.  This is what they called a loaded glove. She flexed her fingers, making a fist. The plates were positioned to cover the knuckles, with a thick layer of padding to protect her hand. She flexed her whole arm, it was like iron. She had literally punched through the bags they had at the MMA gym. She was 190 pounds of steel, every inch of her ripped. Not the size of a bodybuilder, just the size of an athlete. She had been training her whole life. She had the ripped abs of a gymnast, 8-pack prominent as could be.
   Cammy stood near her, truly enormous. 5'11 and just under 300 pounds, she had never trained much before these nine months. She dwarfed Sami by over a foot, and she hoped this time she could use her size to dominate the smaller girl. Her long legs were simply huge, thick shoulders and arms bursting out of her tank top. Her tits were enormous, and the months have training had turned them from saggy and hanging, to perky and pert. She had not only become strong, but well conditioned. She could feel butterflies in her stomach. She had put most of her work into her abs. Her stomach had no real definition, but it was flat for the most part. It looked soft, she rolled her shirt back down and took another deep breathe. Sami should be arriving soon, and almost on cue the two girls stepped outside to the front of the trailer, as a familiar form came running down the road. They had chosen this part of the old abandoned trailer park, they had a spot here they liked to use for drug parties.
   
   Sami slowed down a little as she approached, and just shook her head as the blonde one started talking about teaching her a lesson.
   “No talking.” she said almost to herself, as she walked right at the girl. When she was just about ten steps away, Hannah charged her. Sami stopped advancing, and held her ground. She noticed the other girl starting to circle behind her, and she moved a bit to her right. Keeping Cammy far away, and Hannah in between them. She shifted her balance to her back leg, and unloaded a kick into Hannahs lead leg, just as Sam ate a few punches to the gut. Hannah had really stepped into them, the plated glove digging into the torso near the liver.
   Hannah stepped back, and took the initiative, driving a jumping knee into Samis tummy. Sami hit her back with a hard punch, and then she started unloading punches. Hannah had the strongest arms of anyone at the gym, and her punching technique was light years ahead of the last fight. She expected Sami to fold. Hannah had dropped sparring partners wearing body protection, while she was wearing large gloves. When she punched someone, they went down! She growled as she pushed forward, throwing her strongest punches.
   Sami was still moving away, trying to stay away from the still circling Cammy. She threw a few punches back, and followed it with a huge jumping kick to the body.
   Hannah was punching away, walking with Sami to keep in distance. “Damn, is she even human?” Hannah pondered, punching Sami straight in the stomach with a punch that would knock the wind out of a bear. Her hands were starting to hurt, she threw as hard as she could right to the solar plexus, and then she was hit with a jumping roundhouse kick that didn't hurt her too much, but literally knocked her off her feet.
   Sami followed up the kick with a quick stomp, and Hannah was a little stunned as she struggled to get up, before being crushed hard to the ground by the powerful leg. Sami noticed the big girl charging, and she turned and stepped back from the grounded amazon, Hannah already making her way back to her feet. All 280 pounds of Cammy charging at Sammy, and she stepped into brilliantly. She had made Hannah her priority, hoping she would be able to make short work of Cammy like the first fight. Now, she laughed to herself, this couldn't have worked out any better. Sam pulling back her arm, Cammy running at her like a water buffalo! Sam would use her own momentum to punch a hole through her! She stepped into the punch, following through, putting all her power into it.
   It felt like she was hitting a train! The fist hit the stomach, but that was it. It felt literally felt like she was punching a train! Her hand hit, and she knew it was the hardest stomach she had ever punched. She was worried at first she had broke something, but before she could even think about it, she was bulled over, and sent rolling into a pile of debris. The momentum of Cammy had overwhelmed her, the big girl not even phased by the punch. Sami bounced back to her feet, and squared up in front of Cammy. Sami threw a hard combo, right-left-right, straight into her invincible opponents stomach. She could see no pain or fear, only hate in those eyes. Cammy threw a giant haymaker that knocked Sami over, chasing her to the ground to try and lock her up in a tight squeeze, just as Hannah closed in with a jumping kick to the back of the head. Sami couldn't quite dodge it, and before she knew it, both girls had arms wrapped around her, taking turns punching and kneeing her, while squeezing her in a tight clinch. Sami couldn't help but to let out a bit of a whimper as kneed her over and over in the side of her stomach. She was trying to strangle her at the same time. Hannah was working her way into an armbar, trying to get the right angle to snap Sami's arm.
   Hannah had proceeded to climb up her body, hanging in an attempted armbar, trying to just lock the elbow straight. Sami was struggling to keep her arm from being broken, while the giant Cammy proceeded to club away at her. She threw giant elbows right to the eye and face, as well as more punches to her stomach. Even with one arm, she was holding Cammy at bay for the most part.
   Cammy was frustrated that this girl wouldn't go down! She was hitting her with blows that would put the average person in the hospital. And with all her power, and all this leverage, she still couldn't overpower this little girl, not even 5 feet tall. Cammy unleashed another kick, this to the leg. It would have snapped an oak tree like a twig, but she felt like she was kicking a concrete pillar. Hannah and Cammy were full of adrenaline, and drugged up...yet the combined weight of just under 500 pounds, they still were not able to overwhelm Sami's powerful base.
   Cammy was becoming furious. She had trained these nine months like a woman possessed. She had done 1000s of sit ups a day, along with every other exercise and activity. She had taken steroids, and on top of that drugs to increase the strength. She had never told Hannah, but a few months in, she had surpassed her in strength, and in stomach conditioning. Hannah's golden tan, and perfect 8-pack abs were nothing compared to her hard, flat stomach. Cammy had worked harder. Her body was harder. She was so strong, she had tested herself at her friends construction site. The building was to be demolished, and rebuilt. She had literally destroyed whole segments of the buildings with her punches.
   Eventually she decided to test the crane mounted wrecking ball who she was currently replacing. Her friend explained how the concrete support pillars were next to go. Some of them twenty feet around, solid concrete. So Cammy put her back against the pillar, and stood with her legs and arms out, eyes closed. He did just as she told him, and a few moments later the swinging ball of destruction stopped, swinging from a few storys above, down crashing with the sound of tornado. THWACK!
   The giant ball hit Cammy right in the gut, and he swore the ball turned a bit flatter, a little dented on the side it had hit her gut. The pillar behind her had shattered, the force of the ball being too much for the concrete, even after having traveled through Cammy. She tried this a few more times on the other pillars, the ball becoming less and less round after each impact. Even when it had flown high, and into her massive tits and pecs, she hadn't even shrugged. Finally, she grabbed the wrecking ball in a fit of rage, and squeezed it tight into her front, squeezing it between her giant corded arms, and her hard torso. She squeezed and squeezed, and her friend was literally watching her turn this solid steel wrecking ball into mush against her stomach. Her arms were simply crushing, and the giant ball couldn't begin to keep its shape faced against her invincible stomach. She might as well have been squeezing a beach ball, it would have been the same outcome.
   Her friend left after that, and she spent the rest of the night dangling from one of the beams, doing sit-ups weighted down the replacement wrecking ball. She wasn't sure the weight, it was far from the biggest, but she knew it had to be a least 500 pounds. She wrapped the chain around her legs, and did all type of variations of every exercise she could think of. She ended her impromptu workout by laying there, balancing on her flexed abs on a steel beam some 40 feet from the ground. She laid there, arms and legs straight out, all 300 pounds of her toned body burning, but she held the form. For over an hour she held there, not moving an inch. She had went from fat blob, to invincible amazon in just under nine months.
   Back in the present, she was still hitting this fat little midget. Nothing could stand up to her punches! Cammy growled, and brought her punches to a whole new level.
   Sami couldn't believe how hard she was being hit, she used her one free arm to cover her face, willing to let them punch away at her torso. The blows were hitting everywhere, searching for a weak spot. Up the side of her rib cage, into the solar plexus, and then back in the central core. Sami lost track of the amount of times she was being hit, regretting that she underestimated this big girl. She wasn't hurt, but she felt surely trapped. The body shots were not pleasant, but she was truly worried about the writing form of Hannah on her arm, trying to wrench it off. Hannah had almost locked the armbar on two different occasions, and it was truly just a matter of time. So if she lost her arm, and was forced to just eat punches, could she last forever?
   Hannah and Cammy proceeded to talk shit the whole time, insulting Sami, and threatening her family, her students, and everyone else they could. They were both getting more and more angry, amazed at how tough this fat little tart of a girl was.    
   Before she knew what was happening, Hannah let the armbar go, and straddled her legs around Sams torso, locking them to squeeze. Hannah was behind her, arms wrapping tightly around her stomach as well. Hannah put a body scissor, and mixed it with a greco roman clinch that locked Samis one arm. Cammy took advantage of the position, grabbing Sams free hand, and pulling it out away from her body, right hand coming in bursts, punch after punch after punch to Samis belly.
   Sam had to keep her stomach flexed to keep her from being crushed by the savage squeeze, but she also had to take all the unanswered punches Hannah could dish out. Hannah took special pleasure in the punches to Sams tits, mauling them and pinching and squeezing them in the process. In the first fight, it hand ended with a double tit smother where Sami had literally put them both to shame, he two tits against their four.
   Eventually Cammy started to bore of the punches, and she positioned herself torso to torso with Sami. Hannah readjusted herself, her legs still in a tight scissor, but she was holding her legs straight, no long wrapped around Sami. With her hands, she was plastering punches anywhere she could. From head, down to ribs and even some to the lower body. Sami's thick legs were not wavering, but holding up all this weight had to be wearing on her.
   With Hannah adjusting her position, Cammy was ready to finish this. She locked her arms behind Sami's back, tits and belly snug against each other. Sami had a bigger stomach, but massive Cammy had two tits that stood at attention, and totally dwarfed Samis ample bosom.
   The squeeze immediately caught Sami's attention, she couldn't believe how firm the big girls tits felt pressed against her own. She was worried, this was not going well. The squeeze had started as an almost inhuman crush. Cammy hadn't even gotten started! She put the squeeze into the next gear, and Sam was working to stay up. She had Hannah squeezing her and trying to choke her, but the real pressure was coming from Cammy. Sami felt her tits being crushed, and her stomach felt like it was being flattened. Nothing she had done in training had tested her like this! Then Cammy widened her stance, pulled her body even tighter into Sami's, and lifted the little girl right off the ground. Cammy was enraged, carrying the near 400 pounds in her arms as it were a pillow. Her torso flexed harder than granite, she was trying to literally crush Sami against her, and it was working!
   Sami flexed harder, but her stomach felt like it was being overwhelmed, and her tits felt like they were being crushed. She felt like she was being crushed, her stomach slowly being overwhelmed by this monster. She couldn't do a thing, she was sure she would die here, crushed against another girls superior body. She flexed and pushed with her stomach, but it was slowly being crushed into itself by Cammys invincible torso. No matter how hard she struggled, she was getting nowhere.
   Out of nowhere, a pair of sirens started blaring. Sami opened her eyes, flashing strobe lights approaching from the distance. 
   “Damn it all!” Hannah swore, as she dropped of Sami's back. Someone had called the police!
   Cammy went berserk, squeezing and trashing Sami like a rag doll, before dropping her hard to the ground. The police cruisers pulled up slowly, two of them. First one, then another officer opened the door and started to leave the vehicle.
   Sami took the break to run away as fast as she could. She had just lucked out, and she made her way back to Al's house as quick as she could. Bloodied, and half naked, she returned back to Al dismayed and defeated.

   The cops, a big male officer, and a smaller female, approached the two girls warily, expecting them to be on some kind of drugs. The big one was half naked, and the smaller one wore a bikini.
   Hannah didn't give them much of a chance, charging the large man. He hit her with the taser, and his female counterpart went to do the same, except the giant girl Cammy moved faster. One punch to solar plexus had the female cop out cold, and then she grabbed the big male. She hugged him tight, right above his groin, and squeezed him until he went to sleep. She kept squeezing him, until he stopped twitching. Neither cop would recover, the female officer being crippled from the one punch. The male officer was so afraid after the incident, he literally went insane. So terrified were the two officers, that they never even pursued charges.       
   Cammy and Hannah retreated home, furious that they almost had Sami. Hannah was amazed at what she had seen out of Cammy, never believing her girlfriend could have become so strong. That night, they made love like they never had before. Cammy physically dominating Hannah in every way.
   While Hannah was worshiping the invincible stomach of Cammy, Sami was at the bedside of her students, crying. She felt like she had failed them, and then failed them again. Her mistake had almost cost her life. Thinking back, she had totally disregarded Cammy. Now, she wondered if she could have taken Cammy even if it was one on one. Who knows, could Cammy be so strong that even four on one, she would have conquered them. Sami laid there obsessing about Cammy and her rock hard stomach. How hard was it? She was turned on, and intimidated at the same time. Sami really wanted to test Cammys limits. She was terrified, but at the same time, all she could think about was Cammy; namely her tits and belly.
   She knew she would be meeting the two girls soon. She had no choice but to stop them, or die trying. Sami eventually calmed herself, and washed all the dirt and blood away. She felt almost ashamed, when she viewed her magnificent body. Dark bruises covered her torso, especially around her right breast and ribs. She felt so inadequate, like the last nine months had been a huge mistake.
   She kept telling herself that soon she would devote herself to training full time, but in the nine months, that time never came. She would train harder, better, smarter from now on. Also, she would try to think her actions through, and not charge ahead into a fight. Her fight wasn't a total loss, she had survived, and she had held her own for much of it. It was the mistakes that cost her the fight, not that she was too weak, she kept telling herself. For over twenty minutes, Hannah and Cammy hadn't been able to take her down or overwhelm her. She knew she had to stay on her feet this next time! She had to keep moving, and to try to slow down or finish Hannah as fast as possible.    
   Sami contemplated trying to challenge the girls to fight her one at a time, but realized the chances were slim. Especially when they had almost finished her earlier. Right then Sami decided she had to win this fight, no matter the cost. She looked down at the desk next to her. Al had provided her with a phone number for Hannah. She texted a time and address, and literally as soon as she hit send, the response appeared. “We will b ther” and she had to wonder. The address was to an abandoned old cabin surrounded by acres of woods and farmlands. No one would be showing up this time. Sami noticed it was 4am, as she dozed off to sleep.

   She woke early, a mere 10 hours before the rematch. All three girls prepared in different ways, then it was 9pm, and this time it was Sami waiting for the other two girls to approach. Sami felt more at ease outside in the wild. She had built a large fire, and was standing stripped down and ready for combat, a true amazon.   
   Hannah and Cammy looked at each other as they approached, and likewise stripped down. Hannah pulling off her bikini top, and jean shorts, showing nothing underneath. Her ripped body ready for the struggle. Then Cammy, clad in a long dress and tank top yet again, took a long time to slowly and sensually strip down. Sam had to admit she was intimidated by the sheer size of the girl. She was a foot taller, and almost double the weight of Sami. Her body was deceptively toned. Her chest was massive, shoulders, and pecs standing out. Her stomach didn't look like much, but looks could be deceiving, as Sami had learned. When Cammy hit a double bicep pose, she looked magnificent and terrifying in the cool firelight. Sami could see two huge bulges that she called biceps, she swore they were closer to basketballs than softballs.
   Hannah started walking towards Sami, Cammy somehow making the mountains in her arms grow even harder and larger. Sami and Hannah started trading hard shots, Hannah aiming for Sams guts, while Sami was ripping powerful kicks to the leg and body. Sam ducked below a kick from Hannah, and caught the blonde girl with a brutal kick to the thigh, knocking her off her feet. Cammy began making her way to the scuffle, just as Sami dropped a double leg dropkick right into Hannahs stomach. Sam kicked her again as she was rising, and Hannah gasped as she caught the kick right on her arm. Sam felt the blonde girl waver, and she did a backflip, followed by a few cartwheels, just as Cammy came in swinging a giant haymaker. Sam ran at the bigger girl, a jumping frontkick which she used to push herself back, landing in another flip.
   As Hannah got back to her feet, Sami charged back into her, spearing her and picking her up off the ground, before slamming her down on the same arm. Cammy was right behind, trying to hit Sami with a few more strikes, but Sami proved to be too agile. Sami sprang up and over the reaching arms of Cammy, caught her hands on a thick tree branch, and Sam used it like an improvised gymnast uneven bar, spinning around in a complete circle before flying at Cammy in a powerful kick. It did little more than knock her back, but when Sam fell straight down, she landed on Hannahs shoulders, bringing the big girl back flat onto her butt. Sami had her legs wrapped around Hannahs neck, and she started squeezing as hard as she could, right as Cammy caught up to her. Hannah was in trouble, her head poking through Sami's tree trunk legs, prone on her knees.
   Little Sami backed up, her scissor tight on Hannah's neck, she still was standing, and she reached up to meet Cammy in an old fashioned test of strength, knuckles locked.   So here was Sami, Hannah between her thighs, in a life and death struggle with Cammy, trying to keep control of Hannah, and manage the giant amazon towering over her. One mistake and she was done!
   Hannah was screaming, and scratching at her legs. Sami was squeezing even harder, butt muscles clenching as her huge legs held both of these amazon monsters at bay! Cammy was really trying to put on the pressure, but Sami's butt and legs proved to just be too powerful for even Cammy to overwhelm with her weight advantage and leverage, adrenaline, drugs, and all. Sami was determined, and Cammy was held at a stalemate, as Hannah drifted out of consciousness.
   Cammy had planned to get close, and finish off where she had left off the night before. She couldn't understand how this girl was matching her power and her grip, and even getting the better of the exchange. As she looked down at the form of Hannah fading away, tits dangling as she passed out, releasing a stream of urine as her body went stiff, a dead look on her face, Hannah started to wonder if this revenge thing was really a good idea. Hannah moaned softly, and Sami let out a war cry.
   “Let her go!” she ordered Sami, as she tried to back away from the nude power struggle that was playing out, but Sam wouldn't let her go.
   Sam could feel the limp form of Hannah, her only regret being she had to use a neckscissor instead of a bodyscissor. She squeezed even harder, clinched butt muscles literally cracking through bone, Sami's iron legs breaking Hannah in half, then she dropped her and tried pushing forward. Her legs now free, she let the struggle of arms play out again, her legs slowly trudging along, closing the distance between the two titans. Sami pushed her torso closer and closer, and Hannah was confused. Sami was slowly controlling this exchange, but now she was forcing Cammy into the position she had been trying to get Sami into from the start.      
   Before long, two pairs of iron nipples were dancing, stomachs were smashing into each other.  What started as a stalemate soon turned into a repeat of the night before. Sami slowly was smothered and overwhelmed by the big girl, but Sami kept pushing forward, her thick little legs controlling where the fight was taking place. Then she was flying again, clean off the ground in the arms of the monster, and going in the opposite direction.
   “So much for a plan.” she thought. She felt her back slammed into a tree, hard enough to break down the tree, a large trunk snapped as cleanly as it was done with an ax. The next tree was even bigger, but still the momentum didn't stop. She felt like she was bleeding somewhere from she sharp wood, but she couldn't look down to inspect. Sami heard a large crash, before she realized it was her being smashed into yet another tree. The rampaging monster finally stopped, and Sam almost had the breathe knocked out of her as she was slammed a giant tree. Before she even had the chance to exhale, the big trailer trash had her tummy and tits back pressing against Sami's ample tits and the dome of muscle pitted against the flat tummy and massive orbs of the enraged white trash valkyrie. Right now, they were pitted about equally, Sami somehow holding against the bearhug from Cammy, while Cammy was trying to crush her between a massive oak tree the size of a bus, and her ample tits and rock hard belly.
   This is what she had trained for! She had spent almost 18 hours a day, for 9 months, for this moment of revenge on Sami. She had dreamed about this every night, her belly and boobs turning this Sami girl into a blob of mush. Here she was, she had her almost finished! She flexed her ironclad tits even harder, two giant cones of feminine perfection. Still, they paled in comparison to her stomach, corded muscle, impregnable armor superior to the best pads of a football player. Another time she had wanted to prove her abs were harder than steel, she had visited her friend, and she watched as he worked a new set of horseshoes for his mare.
   Next thing he knew, she was laying on the anvil, doing crunches.
   “Hit me!” she ordered, and by this point he knew that she meant it. He picked up his hammer, and started pounding away till the hammer literally snapped. Still she kept doing the crunches.
   “That one! She pointed to the sledgehammer, and closed her eyes. Knowing better than to argue, he did as instructed. The sound of the hammer whizzing through the air, followed by the hollowed ringing of the metal as it struck the diamond like layer of muscle, echoed through the barn. Again and again and again.
   Now, this inhuman monster Cammy was the sledgehammer, and Sami was caught between her and a tree the size of Maine, which could as well have been a giant mossy anvil, for all parties concerned.
   Sami had her arms pushed around the girl, and she couldn't help but to admire how sturdy the big girl was. The arousal put a few tingles through Sami, and she could  feel her nipples harden, almost as if preparing for battle at long last. She felt adrenaline, now that she was finally relaxing her body, the endorphin's kicking in to revitalize her, it was like a second wind.
   Cammy kept pushing, trying to crush her, but it became apparent that Sami was not weakening, her stomach holding its own, and the general momentum seemed to be shifting her way. Sami had pushed herself closer to the ground, and when Cammy tried to adjust her grip, Sami backed out of the embrace. She was a step too slow, reaching for Sami, but grabbing only air, as she felt something grab her from the side.   Sami had her off balance, and bullied the big girl into trading positions, Cammys back to the giant tree, Sami kept pushing her hard into the tree. Sam stepped back, and loaded a giant elbow right into the temple of Cammy, stunning her for just a second. Sami turned around, turning her back to the giant girl who had fell flat on her butt after the vicious elbow. Sami, back turned, locked hands with her as Cammy was attempting to rise. Sami arched her body, flexed her magnificent derriere, and slammed it as hard as she could into Cammy, she repeated it a few more times, hearing some air slip out of her mouth each time. As Sami turned around, Cammy was struggling to stay on her feet, still a little groggy from the elbow. Sami grabbed her over the neck in a thai plum, and blasted her in the face with some brutal knees, shattering her nose. Even with the broken nose, Sami couldn't drop her with body shots. The girl covered her broken nose with her hands, eye socket swollen the size of a golf ball, happy to be hit anywhere in the face, she didn't even fight back. Sami kept hitting her in the stomach. She could have finished the fight with a punch to the face, but she wanted to test the girl out.
   Sami kept unloading on her, treating her like a heavy bag. Soon she was throwing long, intense combos. Cammy had her two hands over her face, stomach still strong as ever. After sixty minutes, Cammy still was standing there like a giant punching bag, nothing Sam did seemed to faze her. She had punched her, kicked her, speared her. For a few minutes she had tried even using her massive butt as a battering ram, but still Cammy held. Cammy had yet to unflex her gut even a little, and Sami's hands were even starting to hurt from all the punches. She went on, throwing her strongest punches, kicks, and knees. She forced Cammy to lay down, and still she attacked the girls body! She hit her with punch after punch, stomps, kicks, knees. She did some really intense maneuvers, like her gymnastic tumbling passes, followed by a flying butt drop, or a moonsault type maneuver. She even tried to do a flying belly splash off a tree. Still, the iron stomach of Cammy held.
   Sami made her stand back up, and set her back against the tree. Sami set her feet, and started punching her left-right. She was throwing as hard as she could, an endless flurry of punches, it went on for a long time. Sami stopped after almost twenty minutes of pummeling. This had been going on for almost three hours now. Sami had to stop and catch her breathe after the flurry of punches, next she made her lay down, still blindfolded. She tried more butt drops from high up in the trees, but it was like she was dropping onto a cast iron statue. Sami wasn't sure what to try next. She figured she would try a different approach, finally she had an idea. She stood over the blindfolded monster, then she pulled the girl up, fitting Cammy's face and neck into a snug scissor facesit. Samis clit covering the face, while her legs clamped down around the big girls throat. Samantha was basically riding her now, legs clamped tightly, butt firm as could be. Cammy was struggling for air, and blood, and Sam started raining down punches. The was Cammy, laying on her back, with Sammy facing her feet, legs clamped around Cammys neck, her pussy suffocating the big girls face, Sami keeping her body taut like a cobra, striking Cammy with hard combos while she slowly suffocated her. The punches didn't stop, Samantha finally feeling she had her, she piled on all the power she could muster.
   Cammy went out cold, and still her iron stomach stayed flexed! Sami was throwing her most powerful shots, but Cammy was still absorbing them, her conditioned abs superhuman even when she was out cold. Sami began to wonder if she could even unflex. She let go of the choke, and punched Cammy back awake, and then did it again. For an hour this game went on, and Sami still didn't feel her weakening. What more could she do? She kissed her way up from Cammys stomach, to her neck, back down to her stomach. It was almost like it was getting harder. She made her way down to Cammy's kitty, and she couldn't help but to kiss it a little. She took some time on Cammys perfect tits, kissing and sucking them, and made her way back to the stomach. After her short break, she was ready to get back to work. She punched, and she had pull back! Apparently, Cammy's arousal had taken her stomach to the next level of hardness, she was no longer holding back. Her stomach had even taken the shape of a bulging six-pack. Not a ripped wall of 8 pack muscle like Hannah, but the bulky  kind that you can only see when you flex. Her stomach was almost impossible to punch now, Sam noticed as she threw another strike. Sami was encouraged and discouraged at the same time. She was angry with herself for being so lax in her training that she could meet a girl like this who could come close or surpass her. At the same time, as hard as this girls abs are now, Sami knew for a fact that when she was 12 or 13 and in her prime, her abs were even stronger than Cammys. She had fallen so far, she was lucky to be alive after these dumb mistakes. She knew she had to work harder if she ever wanted to surpass Cammy, or even her former self.
    She was had worked this girl over for over 4 hours now, and she showed no signs of weakening. She wanted nothing more than to go back to kissing her luscious body, but she had to pay. Sami picked her up roughly, tossed her over one shoulder, and wish a surge of her divine little legs, Sami jumped up and grabbed a thick branch in her free hand. She dropped the struggling Cammy to dangle, before she clamped her thick legs around Cammy snugly. Sami put her hands above her to grip the branch, holding both her and Cammy high off the ground. Sami squeezing, had the idea to turn it into an exercise of sorts. While Sami dangled there, with Cammy crushed between her legs, Sami was doing weighted leg lifts lifting Cammy over and over, her body going from a straight pike, to an L sit, into a V, all with Cammy crushed between the legs. This went on for almost an hour, Sami tirelessly pumping up reps, all the while squeezing and crushing Cammy like a vice. Cammy was out again, her stomach finally overwhelmed by Samis beautiful thighs. She was not able to draw any breathe, her body writhing in spasms. Sami dropped down to the ground, letting Cammy crash free. Sami picked her up, put her back to the tree, and started crushing her, the way she had tried to do to Sami earlier. Her stomach was giving way, and her tits were bruised and bloody. Before long, her back was on the ground, Sami on top, crushing her tits and tummy into submission. Cammy was crying, and Samantha made her kiss every inch from her feet to her waist. She kissed and begged, begged and kissed, and it went on for a short while. Sami finally lost patience and started pummeling her stomach, and Cammy passed out broken, and finally beaten. Hannah had still yet to wake up, so Sami scooped them both up and in her arms, and she started running, she couldn't leave them here. They were a good way from the site when Sami thought of clothes, but well they'd have enough to explain, let alone being naked. She dropped them in a cornfield close to the local hospital. She wasn't sure the best move next, but ended up at Al's house. He was so happy she won, and more than happy that she returned with no clothes on. She had never seen Al so happy, how happy would he be if he knew the truth? She had barely survived, and then it had taken her five hours to break the girl that she had somehow beaten. If not for the elbow and knees, could she have held out for five hours like that? How could she have ever beaten that monster if Cammy had continued to fight back? She grabbed a bag of ice for her bruised boob, and fell asleep dreaming of kissing Cammy all over, but especially the stomach.

   The next day she took stock of her students, and how long before they would be back to normal. She had at least two months. She talked to Al, he assured her that Heather and Ayn would be compensated and taken care of. Fall was near, the weather was changing. She planned to spend the next two months outside, training in the wilderness, no distractions. She would bring a small pack, consisting of a few blankets, a couple changes of clothes, a hunting knife, a long machete, waterproof matches, and a few other things. She had a new solar powered radio that could provide a charger if needed, she kept a phone and gps in the pack just in case of emergencies. Finally, she packed some soap, toothpaste, and a few other hygiene products. Just because she planned to live like a savage for two months didn't mean she couldn't stay fresh and clean. Finally, she talked to her students, and bid them get well soon. The next morning, she left on foot and didn't really have a destination planned.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Wow, that was incredible! I loved how tough and strong you made Cammy, Hannah was good in her own way, but she couldn't hold a candle to her "fat" friend, I loved how she trained her stomach to be tough as hell, absorbing the impact of a 500 pound plus wrecking  ball and flattening it against her impossibly hard, tough abs, and when she felt that the ball just wasn't testing her, she crushed it against her like it was made out of cotton instead of hardened steel! The fight, especially the second part was especially hot to read, I mean Sami just kept wailing and wailing on Cammy's stomach with everything she had and it took her over 5 hours for the invincible stomach to become vulnerable. I also enjoyed the aspects about Sami being a bit aroused at the thought of Cammy's steel plated abs being so invincible and worshiping them when Cammy was knocked out. I don't know if there's any more story to tell, but if by chance there is, I would love to see it! k+!

[Yag]

Chapter 8

   Two months turned into two years, and a lot can change in two years. Samantha lived out in the wild, and trained for the whole two years. Back in town, Al had hired a new girl to replace her, and had doubts if she was even still alive.
   He checked in with Sue, who had taken over when Nami didn't return after a  few months. Ayn, Mel, and Heather had come a long way, and Sue herself had proven an amazing specimen. She had turned the 3 girls, and a few new ones she had acquired along the way, to almost superhuman levels. She was built a lot like Samantha, at 5'3 and 220 pounds, she was almost all solid muscle. Her legs and butt were massive, the definition of tree trunk thighs, with thick calves and an absurdly large ass. Her upper body wasn't as defined, but she had a thick torso, with a pair of tits that would put a bikini model to shame. Her stomach didn't have much definition, but it was rock hard and well conditioned. She had a pretty face, dark olive skin due to her Italian heritage, and long black hair.
   Heather had become almost a different person, her confidence had skyrocketed since the beating she took. She had tested herself against Laura, he lifelong rival. No one except Heather and Laura knew what happened that night, but they had been inseparable ever since, with Laura coming to join them in training shortly after. Heather was well conditioned, her blonde hair hung past her butt, and what a butt it was. Tight, round, and bigger than you'd expect on a skinny girl like her. She had small perky tits, and, and her leg muscles and especially arms, had really come so far. Her arms were still not huge, but her arms were harder than baseballs, and her forearms really gave her an almost unreal strength. She had a perfect 6-pack chiseled into her tight stomach. Laura was about the same height, a little over 5 foot, but she was barely 100 pounds. She had short, dark hair. She was well built, but especially her stomach. She had a granite 8-pack that she worked out obsessively. She was naturally athletic, and she had more potential than her brother in greco-roman wrestling, before she lost interest. He went on to be an Olympic alternate, and she continued with gymnastics. She excelled there too, but she never was content with just gymnastics. By 15, she had started to train boxing and kickboxing at a local gym, and she picked it up so well that she was dropping pro boxers with 1 punch in her training.
   Ayn had not progressed as much as the other girls, but she was tall and strong. She could curl and squat huge amounts of weight, but she never quite had the patience for conditioning. Although she had natural ability, she still hadn't reached the work ethic and motivation of the others. Her legs had really turned huge, and she had fun lifting her parents van so they couldn't drive away, just to tease them. She had a ton of potential, and she was getting a little better every week.
   Mel had truly put her mind and body into this, becoming obsessed with never losing another fight. She had nightmares about the beating she took, and had even needed to get therapy for a bit shortly after. Then one day, she decided she wanted to be the predator, and not the prey. For the next 15 months, she trained herself with one purpose. Revenge.
   One night, about 6 months ago, she had confronted Cammy and Hannah herself. She never mentioned it again after that night, but she had become more and more confident every day. She had become truly impressive, her arms were giant balls of muscle, harder than even Heather iron like arms. They were HUGE, over 20 inches around, and just pulsed with power. Her frame was huge, her back and shoulders looking like some comic book superhero. She had not slimmed down a whole lot in her lower body, her legs just became bigger and stronger. Her stomach had slimmed down quite a bit, and she had a thick, solid wall of 6 bricks that were harder than they looked. She felt like a total package, and hoped to only become stronger.
   To round out the group were Nicole and Missy. Nicole was of medium build, about 5'5, and carved out of granite. She worked as a lifeguard, and was engaged to Sue. She grew up being stronger than the boys she knew, with invincible abs that she had tested over, and over, and over. She had never found them not up to the challenge. She was petite but thick, just physical perfection. She didn't have the prettiest face, but she still had very desirable features. She had always had guys obsessing over her, as she pranced around in the skimpiest bikinis, and she was the boss whether Sue wanted to admit it or not.
   The latest addition was Missy, who was called Rose by her friends because of the tattoo she had on her shoulder. She was half black, and half latina. She had long black hair and dark skin, with all the genetics to go. Missy was close to 6 feet tall, but no more than 140 pounds. She trained to fight mma, and literally just punched through all of her opponents. She was a famous street fighter, with only a single loss to a local legend. The girl that beat her was famous for never losing a fight in almost 25 years. A girl named Megan, who would just let her opponents have free shots at her stomach, had fought these underground matches since she was 12. At 35, she had never lost a fight. Beating Missy was no exception, she had won 100s of fights. She had fought 5 girls back to back. She had fought girls 3 on 1. Megan was unstoppable. But that is a story for another time.

   So much happened in these two years, Cammy and Hannah had become stronger. The farm had recovered from the vandalism and brutal attack, and Ivy had not forgotten. She blamed Samantha for all the problems, albeit Al trying to smooth it all over. She was training herself, and vowed she would get revenge if the girl ever came back. She went through her daily chores, no less pissed off than the day before. Rumor had it, the girl had left town, run away, or died of her injuries in the fight with Hannah and Cammy.
   She had visited the girls about two months after the last fight, and had beaten every word of the story out of them. They were amazed at how strong this little blonde farm girl really was. Cammy was far from hundred percent, but she couldn't even begin hold up to the little blonde vixens punches. Ivy punched through her abs and had her sobbing, fearing for her life.
   That made Ivy smile, and she grunted lightly. The big colt she was dressing had just kicked her in the stomach, she hardly felt it. The colt was spooked by the whole situation, and ran away. Ivy matched it stride for stride, jumping onto the charging horse in a wild leap. Her butt had turned into a thing of beauty after all these years on the farm. They said horse girls had the best butts, and maybe they were right. Ivy was physically perfect, with the body even a goddess would envy, and a smile to go with it.
   She hit the horse with her granite buttocks almost knocking the horse off its feet with the impact. Ivy quickly squeezed, her core and legs, and butt all working in perfect harmony to crush the proud Clydesdale, one ton of galloping horse almost felt like it was being broken in half, as it instantly stopped in its tracks, and pleaded submission to the fearless amazon that had mounted it. Ivy had grown up watching Xena, and it made her to smile that her last move could have been something from the show. She led the horse back, and got back to her work. She laid down with the horseshoes next to her, and slid right under the gate to the stall. She slid herself along a bit more, till the horse was literally standing on her, its front legs firmly on her stomach. She took the first shoe, and bent it, her chest and pecs rippling, and her abs really flexing, the horse being pushed up an inch or two in the process, atop a rising platform of steel muscle. She put the perfectly bent shoe in place on the foot, hammering the nails in with just her palms. She had been doing this as long as she could remember, first as a little girl at her own farm, and then on this farm. She was 8 or 9 the first time, and it had gotten much easier since. Her hands were conditioned to crush and bend. She repeated it with the the other foot, the horse stomping down hard on her tummy, getting a feel for the new shoes. Then she moved to the other side, the back legs resting on her belly. She inflated her belly a little, making herself look pregnant, giggling at herself as she pushed the huge animal up into the air on top of the little dome of muscle. Even if it was a ten ton horse, she didn't expect it would be any different. Her muscle control was insane, not even noticing the strain as her contracted muscles held the majority of the 2000 pound beast. She giggled as the restless animal started to stomp her. She put on the other two shoes, and the horse finally had enough. It whinnied, and stood straight up, neighing and waving its newly covered feet. Ivy laughed again, and jumped back to her feet.
   She had 6 more horses to shoe for this season, then she had a few acres of field to plow. It was a busy day, and she already looked forward to pushing around the heavy plow. It was built for oxen, but instead she was just some petite Canadian farm girl. Oh, how she loved her life.
   Samantha thought about all the things that had happened in her two years of training, someday she would have to write a book. She tidied up her hut, pulling off her bearskin cloak. She was nude underneath, the fall weather feeling brisk on her. The fire took a bit of the chill out of the air, and she laid down on the thick pile of furs she called a bed. She had crushed the life out of the bears herself, skinning them, and tanning the skins. She had become the huntress, feeding only off what she could catch, she had become a true predator. Nestled in a small hut, connected to a deep cave, she had built up a huge amount of improvised training tools.
    She had found the rocks and trees served her as good as the high-tech gym. Her favorite toy was a set of ropes, tied to a huge log, that would swing high, and fall down on her with crushing velocity. She had found boulders of all shapes and sizes, logs and trees that were better than free weights, and fierce animals. She kept trophies of some of her greatest kills.
   A great mountain cat she had stalked. The cat didn't see it coming, for hours she stalked it. Eventually, it became enamored with a few large elk. Sam had patiently climbed a tree nearby, her body nude and tanned, muscles twitching with conditioning and control. Graceful as a swan she landed, behind it. She stepped closer, and then again, and the huntress struck. She was on top of the mountain lion, wrapped around the 300 pound alpha predator. Her legs wrapped around its torso, her arms around its head, keeping the jaw away from her. She squeezed with her legs a little harder, till the big cat started to jerk and spasm. A few moments later, she heard the creatures spine break, crushed between her legs. She had barely even started to squeeze. She threw the creature, well over 300 pounds, over her shoulder. She sprinted back the 5 miles to her lair, and began to dress and skin the cat.
   As she looked down, Snow nuzzled up next to her. Snow was a wolf, white as his namesake, he had been saved from sure death and was eternally grateful. The 100 lb wolf had been content to submit to Samantha, and she had fed and taken care of him ever since. He grew from a 10 pound pup, to a full grown wolf. Sam had come upon them when she heard the howling, growing, and then cries of pain. A pair of large cougars, a male and a female, possibly joined together in breeding season, had come upon the mother wolf and her cubs. It was a scene she still had nightmares about, coming on the cougars feasting on the young wolves. She went into such a rage, one of the cougars had the sense to retreat before she even reached them. The other wasn't so lucky, her first punch stunning the big cat, she scooped it up in front of her, and slammed it into a tree, bones breaking between the huge tree and her iron torso. She dropped the broken creature to the ground, and raced after the other cat. Even if it was a cheetah, it wouldn't have stood a chance, as Samantha quickly paced it and caught up with it. It jumped into a tree, her thick little legs propelling her the 10 feet to the branch, she hit it gut first, breaking right through the thick branch like a twig, and she kept going, landing on top of the cat as it tried to flee. It tried to dig a claw in the thick, thick muscle of her thighs, but she quickly wrapped her legs around its neck, and then it was dead. The poor cat never had a chance, and she dropped it and made her way back to the wolf den. There she had found Snow, bruised and covered in blood, with a few large gashes. Although she was the naked one, the little wolf would have surely starved and froze to death if she didn't take it with her. They slept together every day since, and it wasn't the only time she saved his life.
   A few months later, she woke to a sound of rocks being spilled. She had made a pile near the entrance, so they would alert her of an intruder. She awoke, alert to something amiss, and she spotted a huge snake making its way to the snoozing wolf. The snake was huge. Being in the middle of nowhere, this was bigger than average. A huge 15 foot King Snake. She didn't know at the time, but it wasn't the type of snake that had poison. A king snake was famous for one thing, having the strongest squeeze of any snake. This snake was a few hundred pounds of killing fury and muscle, and it was set on the yummy doggo snoring just a few feet away. Samantha flew into action, catching the snake right behind the head in a flying tackle, her stomach landing on the snakes body, and the snake knew what to do.
   This snake was older than Samantha, nearly 30 years it had roamed this area, feeding on everything it found. It had once crushed a brown bear. It was a huge specimen, 15 feet long and 8 inches around, 300 pounds of muscle. She had the snake by the neck, keeping its fangs at bay, while it coiled around her, and then again, and again. The huge serpent coiling its body around her torso, he belly and her tits, and squeezing with 100s of pounds of force.
   Samantha realized too late that she didn't have to worry about the jaw, as she felt the crushing coils squeeze even harder. The flexed snake could crush stone, and it had wrapped itself perfectly around Sam, the coils pressing her stomach in before she was fully able to flex. Now a war was being waged by the god snake, and her tummy muscles. The snake pulsed its body even harder, and she was forced to let go. The snake used the last length of its body to wrap around her one more time, and then just commenced to squeeze. The snake was facing her, the two alpha predators locking eyes, and Samantha got to her feet, her stout legs holding up the 300 pounds of reptilian death like it was a stuffed animal.
   She let her arms get loose for a second, drew in a little breath, and with all energy she could muster, she flexed her bell and torso as hard as she could, her core activating a suit of steel armor, even pushing the snake back a little. She could tell right away the snake didn't like this change, instead of feeling its coils squeezing into her torso, now it felt like it was squeezing an old oak tree, immovable and eternal, the snake knew right there that it had met its match.
   Still the girl flexed her stomach, even harder, and the snake started to sap more energy. As Samantha started to pry the spider off her, she took a good 4 or 5 coils and stuck them between her legs in a brutal scissor. The snake writhed in pain, never imagining such pain. Even if it had faced a snake that was 100 feet long, it would have never been a match for this amazon goddess. The legs crushed the snake, it felt like two snakes made of marble ripping it in half.
   Samantha always had strong legs, but she had reached another level out here with her training. She slowly unraveled the snake, and got her legs wrapped around a bulk of its coils. She squeezed and squeezed, and the snake faded away.
   That fight was one of the more exciting, a few of her conquests were almost disappointing. Once she had been challenged by a large brown bear, but she had caved in its chest with a flurry of punches, ending the fight before it even began. Another time, a much smaller bear had tried to confront her in her cave. She slipped in behind it, and grabbed it in the most fitting of moves, a brutal bear hug. She put her legs into it as well, her limbs crushing the life out of the poor boor.
   She had spent about 8 hours of EACH day with one goal on her mind...stronger abs. Next chapter, we will revisit two years of grueling tests and workouts galore.
   That being said, she challenged herself quite a few times along the way. One day she was running, a bit closer to the mountains than she normally went, nude and unarmed. Her thick legs pumping, her giant ass hardly even moving. She looked chubby, maybe even fat, with a big belly, but nothing really jiggled. Nothing sagged. She was almost all muscle, with a small layer of fat. Her stomach looked even bigger, but it was in essence just inches of muscle, conditioned and harder than the 6 pack of a old Greek statue.
   The strength of her body was frightening, and she knew she had become much, much stronger than she was when she had fought the trailer park girls. She stood by the water, and took a little dip. Then she got out, admiring her body in the reflection. She struck a double bicep pose, her arms looking like they had softball or grapefruits, though her arms were supremely hard. She spent an hour a day with her legs wrapped around a tree, abs clenched, lifting the heaviest rocks and logs, alternating between her forearms and writs, he shoulders, biceps, and triceps. She did 100s of push ups, 100s of pull ups, curls, and boxed. Her arms had become so much better than they had been. She really was impressed by the hardness of her bicep. Her legs also looked phenomenal, her calves had become even larger, but her thighs had just became harder and thicker. She had learned a lot of her scissor strength was from her butt, so she worked it obsessively. Clenching it, holding it, and squeezing all types of things between her cheeks. She had become bored with branches, and had turned to breaking rocks. She had tested herself many times, legs wrapped around a thick tree, butt cracking rocks like they were peanuts. So powerful was she, that these trees were literally being cracked and broken, to the point where she had to try and take it easy on the trees. She had flexed her butt, and spanked herself as hard as she could, and hurt her hand, She had broken logs over her butt, the flexed booty just as hard as the rest of her. Her breasts looked amazing, even perkier then before. She bounced them around, full and perfectly even. The nipples stood up at attention, the right size over medium areolas, 38ddd that were as  perfect and flawless and perky as any tits, and she knew it. She got off by the magnificent form of her perfect body. Proud especially of her big belly, she rubbed it, and slapped it. It was like  sticking her fingers into a cannonball or a steel column. She loved the fact that she was the true prototype of perfect. Sure, some girls had flat stomachs and 6 packs, or even 8 packs, but the only difference was she wasn't as skinny. She had more muscle, it was harder, and stronger. Just because she had a little layer of fat over it didn't mean somehow she was inferior. On the contrary, and it really turned her on to know her fat little belly had stronger muscles underneath than any pro athlete, gymnast, fighter or bodybuilder.  She knew that no one would compare with this new her, and it made her almost wet enough to start dripping. She went back into the water after her own personal flex show, and then she noticed on the hill overlooking the swimming hole, a commotion was ensuing. She was somewhere in the wilderness, on the outskirts of the Canadian border though guessed, and she didn't know what to expect. They looked like little four legged tanks, wearing giant twisted horned helmets. These mountain rams were the two dominant males in the area, and they had began to face off. They have been known to duel for hours, charging each other, head first. They had the hardest head of any animal in the world. Its said a direct blow to the head from one could kill an elephant, a half ton of armored primitive battering ram.
   As soon as she got out to move a little closer, the larger one made some guttural cry and charged for her. It dropped it's head, and plowed ahead with all its speed. Sam set her feet, and put her arms to her side, her stomach flexed in anticipation as the giant creatures head lined up with her. The other one, much younger and probably the challenger, also started towards her, head down. She prepared herself, and the sound of it almost shocked her. The giant beast hit her stomach with the force of a train, pushing her back just a little. The giant ram didn't fair nearly as well, crushing its skull and breaking its neck. Even the neck muscles and doubled plated skull were no match for the fortress of muscle that Samantha called a stomach. She grabbed the giant creature, and tossed it to the side in an inverted judo throw right as the other one came in. It smashed into her, much harder than the first. It grunted and shook its head and started turning around. Samantha ran after it, kicking the retreating beast, but not hobbling it. It turned around, and repeated its charge. Sam absorbed it easily, the creature 's terror showing in its eyes. It was much further when the beast turned around, this time putting everything into one last charge. Sam turned towards it and charged as well. It sounded like a cannon when they collided, the poor ram having its head almost ripped off, its skull crushed and shattered, brains and blood spraying out, bone crunching like a crusty pie. The ram fell down dead, and Sam just stood there, flawless and unharmed. She made her way back to the camp, the giant carcass over her shoulders, and her and Snow ate well for a long time. She faded off to sleep, contemplating her return to town.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Great to see you back writing, as this was always a pleasure to read, and this chapter is no different, I absolutely loved the amount of time you dedicated to Ivy, she seems to have a ton of muscle and strength building potential, as evidenced by the fact that in the two years that took place in between this story, she has built her body, especially her abs up to maybe even rival Sam's! My only problem is that you said that she is petite, but never gave her a height, I guess I like to know a girl's height for sure, to really measure against myself, I suppose, as I prefer girls much shorter than me being incredibly strong. I think that Sami was incredibly short herself when the story started out and didn't grow much taller, and that's what turned me on a lot about her, how strong and muscular she was for her height. So yeah, great stuff, I really look forward to more! k+!

[Yag]

Sadly I don't think it gives me an option to edit my posts, or I would add a height in for Ivy. I will make a point of complete description. She is 5'4 so she is still rather petite, but Samantha is like 4'11 so that is still a big difference. Thanks for all the feedback, be in PM, email, or here. And if anyone else has requests, let me know.

[Yag]

Chapter 9
 
   In her two years of isolation, Samantha had devised quite a few ways to challenge and test herself, and she had been really creative with the materials she had on hand. At one point early on, she made a trek to some unknown country town, and bought a few tools and pulleys, and all the rope she could get. Between the initial supplies, and what she had purchased, she had some really big plans. The shelter she had built into a small cave was more than enough for what she had in mind. Just a place to have a cooking fire, and a place to sleep. She also had a deep pool of fresh water in the cave that she could use, and in the winter her fire would even keep enough of it thawed to supply her with the water she needed. Winter was still a few months away, but already the late summer chill had taken to the air. She was still curing and tanning some skins from her early kills, and for now all she wore was a black thong.    
   Her thick thighs covered in goosebumps as she tried to concentrate on tying a few knots into the rope. She stood 4'11, give or take a half inch. She was 180 pounds of rock hard muscle, with a little extra fat on top. At first glance, she didn't look the part of gladiatrix or alpha athlete, she just looked a bit chubby. At closer inspection, she was the kind of one in a generation specimen that you might hear Dana White or Joe Rogain boasting about on a UFC show. She had the agility of an Olympic gymnast, with stamina that would put to shame even the most conditioned athletes. So great was her jumping ability and vertical leap, she could have dunked a basketball if she tried. Her legs were thick and well proportioned, muscle on top of muscle. When she flexed them, it felt more like steel cords wrapped around an a thick iron frame. She was freakishly strong, a good reason being her butt muscles were just as developed and rock hard. She had a giant butt, when flexed, she had two iron cheeks that would put bowling balls to shame. After cracking walnuts, sport equipment, and even billiard balls into literal dust between her cheeks, she was curious how she could further challenge herself. She was big all over, with big hips, a thick back, iron hard biceps with a grip strength that could break bone. She had long black hair, and a pretty face, with blue eyes and a perfect smile. She loved her body, her boobs were no exception. Somewhere around 36 DDD or F, she hadn't had a proper fitting in a while. With her recent gains in muscle and fitness, they were even perkier than before. Perfectly symmetrical, with medium sized aerolas that were just a hint darker than pink, and a pair of perfect nipples that were almost perpetually hard. She hardly needed a bra, as her pecs were the best support. She stood there with the black thong being swallowed by her massive ass, hands working expertly on the rope. Earlier, she had climbed a huge tree near her dwelling, and secured a long length of rope to one of the thickest branches about 100 feet off the ground. She would test it out later, she planned to hold a large stone or log clinched between her thighs, and while she climbed the rope with only her arms, she would raise her knees and hold the weight there as she climbed. Simple she thought, but a perfect workout.
   You see, as much as Samantha liked to have a strong body, she had a bit of an obsession with her abs. She would not be happy until she had achieved truly invincible, punch proof abs. Superior to anyone she would face. Even now, with her full attention on the knots and pulleys, she kept her stomach tightly flexed. As she had learned from Cammy, if you always kept your abs flexed, it helped build up the muscle and conditioning so it became natural as breathing when it came down to it, she would be that much stronger. She finished the last knot, her contraption was ready to be tested. She hopped on a nearby stump she had set for just this reason.  She flexed her stomach a few levels harder, she felt 50% or so would be more than enough for this first test. She stood there in her black thong, a very light drizzle wetting down her hair and covering her body with a slight glisten. Her belly looked huge, almost like one of those girls who was a professional “gainer” or eater on youtube. Except, when she slapped her hands onto it, she felt like she was slapping granite, or some impenetrable dome of unbreakable steel, with a little layer of fat on top of it. She reached above her to the rope dangling about a foot away. She took a deep breathe, and started to pull the rope, making it look easy. Even with the pulleys involved, she was lifting a huge weight with little effort. Far above her, a huge log was being pulled up far above the base of the tree where it started. Her powerful little arms pumping, still the trees climbed more and more. At last it reached the end of the rope, the log hanging neatly with a series of ropes holding it secure. The tree was about 2 feet around, more of a log now. It was cut cleanly on both ends, smooth and flat. When she let the rope down, down the tree came, like something a crazed Ewok had devised, the giant trunk came faster as it swung down at her. Sami braced, and time slowed down. The last few seconds seemed like an eternity, and then 2600 pounds of tree hit her stomach, a battering ram that could have crumbled city gates of some ancient city, or even the walls themselves. Except Sami didn't crumble or break, she just giggled. The sound of the log smacking into her sounded like a car crashing into a tree. A large chunk of the tree snapped right off. The impact was much more than the poor tree could handle, with a large crack appearing down the middle. She would have to find a bigger log next time. Stronger wood, too. She had a great idea, and before long had mad a similar set-up in another nearby tree. It didn't have as many pulleys, and the angle was much shorter, but she figured for an activity like this, her best plan was to go for repetition.
   This time, instead of a huge log, she picked a small boulder. She couldn't even guess the weight, but it was well over a ton. After rolling it to the tree, she latched the ropes around it, and used the pullet system to easily lift it to the release spot, where it would come flying about 30 feet, to slug her in the belly. Everything else was a go, and she tested it. The rock survived the impact, for the most part. She loved how it felt, and did it many more times over the next few months. She even set it up so she would be hit by 3 logs at the same time. One on each side, and one in front. Eventually, set up an even more diabolical version, 3 hanging logs, and a giant rock, would all strike each other. First the rock, then the logs. She had used such giant specimens, she couldn't even imagine how much pressure was being exerted by the trifecta of logs hitting the rock. The poor rock, what did it ever do to deserve such treatment?
   The rock, already snug against Sams iron tummy, was hit by log, and log on top of log, until it finally broke. Sams fat little belly unfathomably strong and tight, the rock had nowhere to go except break apart in on itself.
   She tried many other activities, on top of her daily workouts.  She would start the morning with a long run, then should would move to her own set of custom logs that she had used as barbells. The logs were short, but hard and large enough that she couldn't get her hands around them. She would start with 500 deep squats, with one of the huge logs on her shoulders, and she would go between curling and pressing the logs, doing her best without being able to grip the logs. She would follow this by a series of jumps, weighted down by a thick log, her iron legs never really becoming tired even with the added weight and the strain of 100s of reps. She would then mix in another hour or two of sparring with the trees, gymnastics tumbling, and would end it by practicing her scissors and bear hugs. She was so use to scissoring the trees, her technique became perfect, and the muscle control in her legs was becoming almost superhuman. More than a few times, her overzealous ass cheeks had literally taken large chunks out of the sides of the trees.
   She tried to spend at least 8-10 hours a day working her stomach. She started climbing the rope with small rocks and logs, eventually getting to the point where she would clinch a large rock scissored between her thighs, holding it there via pure strength. Then she would lay a log on top of her thighs, holding the position of a hanging knee raise. Then she would slowly climb up and the rope, but she didn't stop there. She would lift her legs, the rock, and the log up even higher, and she could never let her knees go down further or the log would drop. She would do this with several times her own weight, and would do 5 or even 10 reps between moving her hands. So going up and down the rope would often result in 100s or even 1000 of these inverted weighted knee raises. Another variation was to tie a rope around her ankles, and then to a large log. She would climb to a high branch, and just hang there, pulling her toes up to touch her hands, her perfect form not even noticing the giant logs hanging there snugly. This was one of her favorite exercises, often doing a few 100 slow reps.
   Another of her favorites, and she spent time everyday doing it, was very simple. She would find a tree, wrap her legs around in a scissor, and just start doing sit ups. She would put a big rock on her belly, forcing her to keep it flexed, and then she would hold a log behind her head with her arms comfortably holding it in place, this was another thing she had learned and just started putting into practice. Holding the weight past the head was harder than holding it on your belly. She figured, why the hell not do both. She would do crunched, sit ups, go both sides, and sometimes just sit there in the middle, holding between up and down for minutes at a time. Her abs had no problem moving 100s of pounds of weight, almost laughing at the feeble challenge. She would do planks with obscene weights, sometimes for hours at a time. Her legs, butt, and core were in such harmony and her reflexes and coordination had become closer animal than human. She was truly becoming in touch with her primal side, her inner huntress.
   If you are feeling brave, go find a nice flat tree stump. Flex your stomach, and lay down on the stump. Keep your arms and legs off the ground. Try it for 30 seconds. Samantha would do this for 30 minutes a day. She would flex and unflex her stomach, pushing herself up. Then she would suck in, then the muscles would pulse, and expand, and up she would go.
   She had tested the rope, tested her knots. They were perfect, and the rope was thick and strong. One day, she had sucked in as much as she could, and then tied a coil of rope around her stomach as tightly as she could, knotting it twice. These were the types of knots that would hold a 50 ton yacht. Usually you would see the dock itself give before the rope would break.
   Yet, without an overabundance of effort, with a quick flex of her dome belly, the rope snapped like it was made out of Styrofoam.
   She loved to flex her stomach, and use the muscles themselves to lift. She would often lay on her back on a really large stump she had sanded and flattened. Then she would find a giant rock or log and plant it on her belly, and over and over she would lift. Her stomach doing its own version of a bench press, these huge weights were almost trivial, it looked like the rocks were made of feather. The NFL combine has an event where they bench press 225 pounds until failure. Samantha was such a freak, she used 250 pounds and did over 100 reps. The record being 49.
   Now to put this all into perspective, she had tested herself with a log weight over 350 pounds, and another time with a boulder weighing over 500 pounds. Using just her stomach, she had pressed the much higher weight more than every single nfl combine had benched a much smaller weight, COMBINED. So all 60 of them, going back to back to back, while she didn't get a break, would not be a comparison. Could they compare to her endurance and conditioning in weighted sit-ups, or leg raises?         How many average men or woman would it take to outperform Samantha. It was scary to think.
   Or to take it a step further, how many average girls or even fit woman would she be able to defeat in belly punching. What if it was 100 average cross fit or female pro athletes, even MMA fighters. Just going punch for punch, maybe a few at a time, how fast would Samantha obliterate them all, she wondered? She was looking forward to testing herself against the girls like herself and Cammy, but it still turned her on to prove how far she was beyond the average girl.
   She would break trees, and smash big rocks all over her body, often snapping large logs over her belly like twigs, or even against her legs or butt. It helped for conditioning, like the body shots and leg kicks of a training partner. She would pick giant rocks high over head, and then bring them down as hard as she could right on her belly. She would get the thickest logs she could find and do the same, often having them snap on the first try. Inversely, she would snap the giant logs just as easily over her gorgeous bubble-butt. She couldn't believe how hard it was becoming. She would slap it, and actually hurt her hand on the granite like muscle when she flexed. It was amazing watching the control she could exert, flexing her cheeks, the muscle contracting and raising, the butt behind her was huge and literally harder than rock. She spent a lot of time clenching and unclenching, and generally just flexing it. She had taken fist size rocks, and cracked them in half with one squeeze. She had tried on a few large branches, and the had snapped and cracked them like her butt was a huge pair of pliers. Her latest spectacle had come after she found a large cache of old iron pipes. Back the pipe went, snugly between her cheeks, and then she clamped down, no more than a few seconds. She pulled the pipe out, and even she was amazed. It was so flat, the two sides were pressed together so tight, a hair couldn't fit through. She was fantasizing about challenging some gymnasts, to see who had the better butt, the better abs, the better legs. She loved her isolation, but she truly wished to show off all that she had worked on, and soon she knew that would happen.