Hatour wrote some pretty hot stories back in the day. I found this one on my hard drive. I'll look around to see if I can find the second part.

Jack and Diane Part 1
By Hatour

Yes, we have heard all the jokes. Although we share the same names as the John Cougar Mellencamp song, that is where the similarities end. We grew up together and were friends since grade school. At first, you would not think that we had much in common. But we did share one major commonality, we were social pariah. We just were not "cool." Even the geeks thought we were too geeky to hang out with.

The running joke while we were growing up was that together we made the perfect ten. It was not that we were attractive by any sense of the word. It's just that when we would walk next to each other, we would literally form a ten. I was painfully skinny while Diane's figure formed a perfect circle. You could tell from an early age that Diane was generously endowed with the obesity gene. No matter how much she dieted or worked out, she would just always seem to get fatter. By the time we graduated high school, we were both 5' 11", with me weighing 130 lbs. and Diane weighing 560 lbs.

We started college at different parts of the country. I started school at Bradley University in Illinois, where we grew up. I was an average student, but had a good enough head for numbers. My father was an accountant and we planned to start our business together when I graduated. Diane, on the other hand, was a genius in biology and attended Johns Hopkins University. Even though we were far apart, we communicated everyday, be it online or by phone.

I eventually graduated and started that business with my father. Diane continued on to medical school. She was not interested in practicing medicine, but more into medical research. Specifically, she wanted to isolate the obesity gene and eliminate it. If there was anyone who could do it, it would be her.

Low and behold, she found a way to do it. When she was able to find a way to mutate the gene to be a normal gene, she instantly patented the process and became rich. So who do you think she went to in order to keep track of her new found wealth? Her favorite accountant, me, of course!

When she came to my office to discuss how she wanted to handle her money, I was shocked. We had not seen each other in ten years. I assumed that she would have used the process on herself, but she didn't. She was bigger than ever. She was still 5' 11", but now she tipped the scales at 650 lbs. She was grossly obese and was having trouble walking. She had to move around on one of those scooter machines.

I expressed concerned about her weight and that she should really use the process on herself. She told me not to worry and that she was working on a new process. She assured me that when the new process was perfected, she would use it on herself.

Five years had passed and I continued to try to convince her to use the process on herself. However, she persisted on waiting until she made her next break through. She finally made it and gave me an excited phone call. Finally, the new process was working. She figured in about one year it would be perfected and she would be able to use it on herself. I was relieved since she told me that she was now over 800 lbs. She eventually started the new process on herself and she continued to tell me how great it felt. I was so happy for her. I told her I wanted to see the new her, but she told me that she would show me the new her in due time.

Ten years after I last saw her, she called me and told me it was time. I was happy and told her I could not wait to see her. She told me to meet her at her place.

Her place was a large mansion just outside of Chicago. Since I was her accountant, I knew where it was located. When I arrived, the maid showed me in and told me that she was waiting for one other guest. I was astonished when that other guest turned out to be my brother.

Oh, did I forget to talk about my brother? Randy was my older brother. While I inherited a limited physique and a mind for numbers, my brother inherited no brains but a huge physique. He was 6 feet even and weighed a massive 350 lbs of solid muscle. He was the current reigning heavyweight champion of the Ultimate Fighting League (UFL) for all nine years he has been in the league. Before that, he was a linebacker in professional football, but as he told the magazines, football didn't let him see the pain he was causing his opponent.

Nice, huh? Well I know this all to0 well. I was an early victim of his torturous ways as his younger brother. Not only did he torture me, but Diane was also a favorite target. Because of this, I could not figure out why on earth she would invite him here as well. Randy looked at me with complete distain.

"What are you doing here, pipsqueak?" Randy asked me.

"I was about to ask you the same thing," I replied.

"My manager said that some rich dude wanted to pay me $100,000 if I could beat him up, so of course I said yes. So I came here to beat the crap out of the dude and take my money," Randy explained.

This made no sense to me. Did Diana hire someone to beat up Randy? At that moment, the maid told us that Diane was ready for us in the basement. We followed the maid downstairs. In the room she showed us into, there was a UFL fighting octagon set up with some seats on one side. The maid directed me to the seats while she directed Randy into the octagon. Randy got himself ready. Then a voice came over a loudspeaker system in the room.

"Hello, Jack. Are you ready to see your brother beaten to a bloody pulp after all the torment he caused us?" asked Diane's voice.

"Diane, did you hire someone to take on Randy?" I asked in return.

"No Jack, I will," replied Diane.

"Diane?" Randy said. "That fat ass who I used to torture when I was kid? You’re going to beat me? HAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

"We will see who is laughing in a few minutes." Diane said.

All the lights in the room went out except for the lights that were focused on the octagon. I could see a large form enter into the room. It started up the steel steps to the ring. I could see the steel steps bend and hear them groan under the shear weight of the individual entering the ring. Finally, the form entered the ring.

It was Diane.

She was wearing a black velvet cape around herself. All you could see was her face. My Lord, was that her face? I could tell it was her. It was the same clear blue eyes and raven black hair. But her features were more pointed. I was used to seeing the round face of a fat woman. The face that was on her now could actually be described as stunning. She looked up at me and gave me a smile, then she turned back to face Randy.

She walked a little further into the ring. The ring was sagging where she stood. You could not see what was under the cape, but Diane looked insanely huge. She was also ridiculously wide. She looked as wide as one of the ring, chain-linked walls. She was so large, that the ring seemed to shrink in half! I thought she had used the process on herself. What was she doing?

"Okay, Diane, let's get this over with," Randy said as he started to walk towards her.

"Stop!" Diane said, with an authoritative voice that I was not accustomed to her using. "Don't you want to see what you’re getting yourself into first?" With that, she revealed her right leg from underneath the cape.

My Lord! Was that a leg or tree trunk? It was as wide as a Roman pillar! Easily bigger than Randy's chest. Even from my seat, I could see the individual muscles on her thigh and even some slight striations. She loosened up her leg and shook it back and forth. It was a massive form moving to and fro. Then she snapped the thigh down hard with a flex. The leg muscles hung so far out from her leg, I couldn't even see her knee. It just about blew my mind. Randy's jaw was hanging open.

She moved her leg back under the cape. "If you liked my leg, wait until you see my arm," Diane stated.

She revealed her right arm and held it straight out. Her forearm was bare, but her upper arm was covered in a burgundy velvet spandex. Her arm was huge! Unflexed, her arm looked larger than Randy's thighs! Bigger than a soccer ball! Randy's eyes were bugging out of his head, and Diane hadn't even flexed yet! Slowly she started to flex her arm. I could hear the stretching of the fabric from my seat. The peak of her bicep began to rise and rise. The deep red color was beginning to lighten as her biceps and triceps started to stretch the spandex fabric to its limit. By some miracle, the material did not break open when her bicep had reached its zenith. Mt. Everest paled in comparison to the massive peak that was Diane's arm. It looked like two soccer balls stuffed together. Easily as large as Randy's chest!

"What's the matter, Randy?" Diane asked. "Your so quiet. Not confident that you can beat me now?"

Randy shook his head and replied, "Your a big girl, I'll admit, but a girl none the less. I'll still wipe the floor with ya!"

"HA!" Diane said. "We will see about that!" She dropped the cape to the floor and we saw the rest of her. Even though she showed us her leg and arm, Randy and I still were not prepared for the sight of the mountain of muscle that Diane had become. She was wearing a burgundy spandex top with a matching burgundy spandex g-string. The top started as a choker around her neck and stopped to just past the halfway point of her breasts, barely covering her nipples. The top extended to her upper arms, but left her forearms exposed.

Diane was perfectly symmetrical. Her arms were gigantic and her thighs were ridiculously huge. Even though her top covered half her upper body, you could not help but notice the hugeness that was now Diane. You could easily see her traps strain against the velvet burgundy choker. They each looked as big as her head. Her deltoids were two bowling balls that were also stretching the spandex to its limit.

Then I noticed her take a deep breath and my eyes were drawn to her chest. Her breasts were gigantic and firm! They had no sag to them at all. I wish I could have seen how big her pecs were. I looked down and saw her abs. It looked like there were a bunch of pool balls stuffed all over her middle torso. You could see her dense cobblestone abs from the bottom of her large breasts to the bottom of her low cut g-string. Even her side abs were dense and hard.

Once again, Randy was speechless, as he was obviously taking it all in like I was. Although Randy was think about how he was going to take on this massive beast, I was rock hard! Diane had transformed herself into a mountain of massive muscle and it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.

"Okay tough guy," Diane finally broke the silence. "Let's see what you got." She went into a crouching position and started to circle to her left. Randy crouched down and started to circle to his left. When Randy had his back directly towards me, I was amazed to see how much Diane dwarfed Randy in muscle size. I could see her entire frame, with the exception of her head, outlined around Randy. Now when I say outlined around Randy, I don't mean by a couple of inches. I mean she dwarfed him by at least two feet on either side! When they continued to circle and Diane had her back to me, all I could see was the top of Randy's head.

Oh My! What a back! I saw her back for the first time and I almost came in my pants! I already knew how big her back was, but I could see all the large bumps on her back as her spandex outfit fought to contain her massive physique! I could clearly see her lower back and the ultra deep crevasse that was her spine. The crevasse was so deep, I couldn't even see her spine. You could see a her "Christmas tree" clearly and she wasn't even flexing her back.

Her butt was the coup de gras. Two of the largest most muscular orbs I had ever laid my eyes on here practically in front of my face. Each check was larger than a bowling ball. The dimple cast a deep shadow as you could make out faint striations on each muscular cheek. Oh to be that string between those butt cheeks! I bet she could crush a piece of coal between them and make a diamond!

They were starting to slap at each other's hands. I could tell that Randy was quicker than Diane. I started to get worried that she may have made a mistake by challenging Randy. Sure, she was huge, but she was a woman after all. And Randy was a trained professional at fighting. Randy was sensing this and started to smile. Diane sensed this too.

She straightened out and said, "Okay, since you think these muscles are for show, how about we start off with a little contest of strength?" She then raised her hands up over her head.

"Okay," Randy replied. "Your funeral."

Randy walked up to her and they clasped hands and intertwined their fingers. At first nothing happened. "Are you ready, girly?" Randy asked.

Diane only smiled and nodded. Again nothing happened. But this time you can tell Randy was trying. He started to grunt as his face was getting red. "Any time you want to start," Diane stated without a hint of strain in her voice. You can tell Randy was really trying to pour it on, as his muscles flexed mightily. I noticed as his muscles swelled, Diane's didn't even flex. I also noticed that her muscles, even in this relaxed state was easier more than double the size of his muscles.

"This is starting to get boring, Randy, " Diane stated. "Are you ready for me to start?"

"Fuck you, bitch!" Randy yelled through clenched teeth. "There is no way you’re this strong!"

"Oh yes I am, and you’re about to find out!" Diane then started to apply pressure. Randy immediately cried out in pain. Within minutes, Diane had Randy on his knees with his arms bent in a very uncomfortable position. Diane had clearly out muscled him. With a quick squeeze, and another cry of pain from Randy, Diane release her hold and took a few steps back.

"Really!" Diane said. "I thought you would give me better struggle than that! I never thought you were THAT weak! I bet even Jack here could beat you up."

"Kiss my ass!" yelled Randy as he charged at her. He reared his fist back and slammed it hard into her midsection. A loud thwack was heard. With a running start and a wind up like that, I was expecting to see Diane on the floor holding her stomach. But, to both Randy and mine's amazement, Diane didn't move. Diane looked up at me, gave me a smile and asked, "Do you see a gnat in here? I think one just bit me on the stomach?"

Randy started to hit her with lefts and rights. Combinations that would have fell the strongest of fighters in the UFL or anyone else. Randy was unloading on her midsection and she just stood there, taking it. It was as if he wasn't hitting her at all. She even raised her hand up and gave a little yawn. "How did you ever reign for nine years as UFL champion if you don't even have the strength to hit a girl hard?"

He screamed out but this time he hit her face with a roundhouse right. Her head snapped to the right, but she did not move. She slowly looked back at Randy. She had a little trickle of blood on the left corner of her mouth. Randy smiled at first, but it quickly faded as he saw the look on her face. If looks could kill, Randy would have been dead right then and there. The look actually scared me so much, my rod, which had been rock hard this entire time immediately went flaccid.

Diane's reaction was to backhand Randy with her right hand. The backhand was so powerful that a loud crack was heard and Randy flew up into the air and was propelled into the chain-linked wall on the other side of the ring. He landed unceremoniously at the bottom of the wall. The entire right side of his face was already beginning to swell up from the force of the hit. Based on the crack that I heard, that one backhand had broken his cheek!

"You BITCH! I'm going to make you pay!" Randy got up and charged at Diane again. This time Diane reached out with her left and grabbed him by the neck. She immediately lifted him up in the air with her one arm. His feet were at least a foot off the ground. For the first time, I saw her muscles start to tense.

"Your going to make ME pay! I'm going to make YOU pay!" Diane screamed, hatred in her eyes. "After all the torture you put me and Jack though after all these years. Indian burns, backbreakers, constantly making me call uncle and calling me fat! I'm the one that is going to make YOU pay!"

I could see Diane's forearm begin to flex. Randy's hands immediately went to her hand and tried to pry them off. I started to hear popping sounds emanate from my brother's neck. It sounded like knuckles being cracked. Randy's eyes went wide with fear as he struggled with all his strength to pry the fingers of her one hand off of his neck.

Her eyes begin to soften and her forearm decreases a bit in size. "Look at you!" she said. "Look how pathetic you are, Randy. Both your little arms can't even budge my little fingers." She started to laugh, but Randy started to cry. "Oh you think I am going to end it now? Oh no....there is a lot more pain for you. A lot more. I have many years of hurt to take out on you!" With that, she raised Randy even higher and slammed his body onto the mat. The force of the slam was so powerful that Randy went right through the mat!

Diane reached through the mat and grabbed Randy by the hair. She lifted him up in the air and draped him across her back. She moved her back to face me and positioned his face towards me. My lord. I still can't get used to how wide and muscular her back was! With Randy laying completely across her back only his forehead and feet stuck out past her shoulders.

The symphony of back muscles moved in concert as she grabbed his head and ankles. "Remember this one, Randy?" asked Diane. She started to apply pressure and Randy's body jolted immediately as he started to scream. Every time his scream started to die down, Diane would apply more pressure. His back started to curve under the immense pressure that Diane was exerting onto his back. "Come on, Randy," Diane taunted. "I am hardly even pushing down! Want to see what it feels like when I try?"

Instantly, Randy's cries reached a new pitch and intensity. I watched as the burgundy spandex top began to once again turn a bright red as it was stretched thinner and thinner. Randy's back was soon stretched to its limit, as he started to resemble a large C. Then, without warning, Diane dropped him to the ground. Randy was whimpering.

Diane turned around and addressed Randy. "I didn't know you were such a cry baby! Jack is so much more of a man than you can ever hope to be. Did you know that he never cried? Not once. Through out all the years you tortured him, he refused to cry. He has an inner strength that you could never hope to possess." She began to get misty eyed, and looked up at me. I was beginning to get misty eyed myself. I didn't know she admired me in that way.

She looked back down at Randy. "Look at you now. Not so tough, huh? You're crying like a little baby. But I do have some mercy... mercy that you never showed us. I will make you a deal. If you can make me submit using your "patented" finishing move, you can leave here with your $100,000. If you can't, the pain continues until I am content, at which point, I will show you my finishing move. Do we have a deal?"

Randy was recovered by now and it looked like he was getting is second wind. I know that Diane was bigger and stronger than Randy, but even Randy had defeated bigger and stronger opponents (which were very few and far between) with his finishing move. His finishing move was to put his opponent into a full nelson and then lift them up off of the floor. The pressure on the joints is so excruciating that either the opponent submits, passes out, or dislocates his shoulders and is unable to continue.

Randy smiles and nods is approval to the deal. Diane turns sideways and turns her back to Randy. She raises her massive arms as he snakes his arms around her back. He has some difficulty clasping his hands together. Diane giggles and says, "What's the matter, big boy? Is my back too wide for you? I'm trying to make it as small as possible." Finally, he is able to clasp his hands together with great difficulty.

"You’re mine now, bitch!" Randy says. He attempts to lift her up, but can't. He tries again, but still she doesn't move. He starts to emit groaning sounds as he continues to struggle in lifting her.

"Come on, Randy. It thought you were supposed to be so big and strong. Can't you even lift a little old girl like me?" Randy continued to try to lift her, but she was just too heavy.

"You’re one heavy bitch," Randy uttered.

"Why, Randy. Didn't your mother teach you not to talk about a woman's weight? In fact, I know she did because no matter how heavy I got, Jack always treated me like a woman...with tenderness and care. Now because you made that comment about my weight, it's my turn!"

She easily broke his hold by putting her arms down straight at her sides. Randy tried to remove his arms but could not move them. His arms were trapped between her lats and her arms. Her unflexed arms easily encased all of his upper arm and most of his forearm. Randy continued to tug but to no avail.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Diane asked. "Now it’s time for the PAIN!" She turned to look at me and said, "Your going to enjoy this."

She turned her head forward, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back. Without moving her upper arms, she brought her forearms up to flex her biceps. Her upper arm inflated with power and mass. Loud cracks were heard as the bones in Randy's arms shattered under the pressure. She continued to pour more power into her flex. Her biceps continued to grow. The burgundy spandex was starting to turn into a bright red as she was stretching it to its limit. Her arms had grown so big, you couldn't even see Randy's arms anymore. Squishing noises were heard as she started to grind his bones into dust and mash his muscles.

Just when I thought her arms could not grow any more, she let out a small, sexy grunt and flexed even harder. All of a sudden the spandex broke open with a small tear at the top of her bicep. "Come on," Diane moaned, "get bigger for momma." And, indeed, it grew larger. The tear grew larger until it meet her bowling bowl sized delts and the end of sleeve. Randy's arms were just an after thought. They were no where to be seen. I was so entranced by the show, I didn't even notice his shrill cries of pain.

Diane looked at me and smiled. I followed her gaze as she was looking at the large erection outlined in my pants. "Oh...is that for me?" Diane asked seductively. I was shocked into speechlessness. "Don't worry, Jack. There will be time for that soon enough."

She turned her back to me and released Randy. He fell to his knees and his head landed on her prodigious butt. He was again whimpering in pain. His arms looked like they were ground to a pulp. I doubt he would be able to use them again.

"Oh, Randy." Diane said. "Didn't you ask me to kiss your ass earlier?" Randy was still whimpering. "Perhaps YOUR the one who should be kissing MY ass. I think you should do that right now or I will make this last all day long!" She punctuated each word of "all day long" with a flex of her butt. Randy's head actually bounced up and hit her butt checks with each flex.

Randy raised his head and started to kiss her butt. However, he had a lot of kissing to do since her ass was so massive. Each one of her butt checks was larger than his head! She started to moan as she was clearly enjoying this. She would flex those glorious glutes to show off her mass and slight striations. She bent down every so often at the waist and bent back up. I was seriously close to blowing my load.

"Okay, Randy. Time to kiss the anus, and I will mercifully finish you off." She bent down a little and Randy started to wedge his head between those two glorious orbs of meat. She quickly stood up and his face was instantly trapped. "Oh that feels so good," Diane moaned. Diane than flexed her glutes. They became two massive globes of granite. Crunching could be heard as Randy's nose and other cheek was broken. She released the flex and Randy popped out, landing on the floor.

"As promised, Randy, it's time to put you into my finishing move. I call it the stretcher." She grabbed Randy and stretched him along the top of her back. He was facing me and under Diane's armpits. She had one bicep around his neck and one bicep around his ankles. Once again I was amazed at how small Randy looked when he was stretched across the large expanse of Diane's back. He looked like a little child. "All I'm going to do is do a lat spread. Let's see how long you last."

Diane started to spread out her back. Randy started to scream like a demon possessed. She continued to spread her lats out wider and wider. She had just past the six foot wide mark and it didn't even look like she was half way finished with her lat spread. Her burgundy spandex top was again be stretched to its limit. Popping was heard as the vertebrae in Randy's back started to crack.

Wider and wider she got. Along with the popping of Randy's back, I could also hear tears emanating from Diane's back as her spandex shirt had lost its battle against the superior girth of Diane's gigantic back. Randy had passed out as the last of his vertebrae snapped.

She dropped Randy on the ground. He fell like a sack of potatoes. Diane turned around and flexed into a most muscular pose. The spandex top burst from her torso. She was the living embodiment of monstrously massive muscle. She took up my entire field of vision. I came instantly in my pants.

Diane smiled and said "This didn't even give me a workout out. Would you like to join me in the gym?"

To be concluded...