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

[Yag]

After a bit of a delay due to covid, I want to continue this story. I am back to work like normal, and have lots of time to write. I will be posting a few chapters, and just wanted to add a short synapsis or summary. So anyone who read before or might be interested can get caught up.

Samantha has had quite an adventure. She is not the typical muscle girl from many of these stories. She is short and stocky, with a physique you would see on a powerlifter. She looks like a chubby and nerdy girl, but she has the ability and strength to match an elite athlete. The story has contests of strength, combat, belly punching, muscle growth, extensive workout scenes, and many of the things that are typical. It is 99% female, and most all the characters, romance, and confrontations are all female. That being said, there are a lot of other characters that are more of the typical characters from these type of stories. If you think you might like the idea of a well conditioned powerlifter against an elite athlete, gymnast, or you name it, then you will like the story. It has a bit of a focus on belly punching, and strong core and abs.

Samantha starts the adventure facing off against Cammy and Hannah. This culminates in Samantha leaving her home, and spending a long time living in the mountains of the Northwestern north America.
After her return, she had a new opponent to deal with. At the same time, her disciples are having adventures of their own.
While Samantha is learning about love and live, she got in trouble with a crazy family of Russian circus gypsies, and that is where we are now. While Heather is having an adventure of her own, like something out of a Sci-Fi original movie.
Samantha is preparing for the fight of her life, but she doesn't know this is only the beginning.  Without too many spoilers, Samantha and Ivy are preparing for a confrontation with the Russian sisters, who are nothing short of some nightmares bred in a lab.
As she will soon learn, the seeds sewn years ago can come back to haunt you.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Thanks for the update, Yag, I have really loved this story series from the beginning, the way you described Samantha's athleticism and power was incredible, and subsequent characters have also been very, very impressive in their own right, especially Heather, Ivy, and the Russian sisters. I look forward to seeing new chapters from you, and I am intrigued to find out that last sentence is all about. K+!

[Yag]

Chapter 17
   A week had passed since the girls had started, and Li had them on a very strict training plan. Sami, Ivy, and Nancy had all been sticking to a tight schedule, with no days for breaks. The diet was balanced and healthy. The days were filled with conditioning, weight-training, and sparring. 
   The girls would wake up at 5am, do a stretching routine, followed by swimming to improve cardio and breathing. Next was breakfast, followed by the main sparring and skill session of the day. After this, another meal. Followed by conditioning and weight-training. Another meal, usually around 4 or 5. After this would be an intense ab workout marathon for 4 hours, followed by a cool down period between 9 to 10.
   After the long days, the girls would share a shower in the giant shower, followed by a small dinner. Then they had about an hour to relax before bed at 11. This routine became life for ten weeks.
   The girls became quick friends, with the sarcastic and witty Nancy meshing with Samantha and especially Ivy. Nancy was tiny, but very strong. She was exceptionally quick, but deceptively powerful for her size. Ivy and Sami were seriously impressed with her physique, especially her abs.
   Nancy was just around 5' tall, and weighed about 95 pounds. She had so little body fat, that she was almost literally solid muscle. Nancy had long black hair that went down past her butt, and cute brown eyes. She was from China, but spoke English as her first language.
   Nancy had a ripped stomach, with a six-pack accented by rippling muscles all around. She lamented that she couldn't really have an eight-pack as her stomach muscles just weren't built that way. Her legs were thick compared to the rest of her frame. She had a small, toned booty and tiny little boobs that were infinitely perky over her toned pecs. She had arms that were so toned, she could hit her forearms or biceps with a hammer and feel nothing.    
   Nancy had insane grip strength, and often during grappling her little arms would hold Ivy or Sami by the wrist and there was nothing they could do to break her tight little grip. She also had perfect balance, and was nearly impossible to take down. Ivy and Sami worked on grip and balance, but still had a long way to go.    
   The girls practiced striking technique, and how to increase power and be more efficient with the usage of energy. Ivy really improved, becoming much more effective with her punches, kicks, and elbows. Samantha worked especially on her kicks, her giant legs generating insane amounts of power. Ivy was doing great, but sometimes she had problems keeping up with Samantha and Nancy when it came to stamina and cardio. Ivy was getting stronger, especially her legs. She always had strong arms, but she was focusing on her legs and especially trying to strengthen her hips and legs to make her scissor stronger. She was obsessed with becoming stronger. It wasn't enough to win by being quicker or agile. It was important to her that if she was facing these bigger opponents, that she could win by raw strength and power.
    The foundation of what they were taught would become building blocks for reaching and surpassing where they wanted to be. Reflexes and fast-twitch muscle fibers were something that weren't as easy to improve by simple training, but that is exactly the kind of thing they were taught, whether they knew it or now.
   In martial arts, the one inch punch was a philosophy and technique that was based on that type of ideal, that you could punch with near full power, from an inch away. This was just an example of one of the fundamentals that was being built into them, and learning new ways to train only helped cement the improvements they were making both physically and mentally. The feeling that this next battle could be life or death, was an imminent danger they had to face.
   As the weeks went by, they learned so much and the improvements were hard to grasp. Seeing how powerful and tough little Nancy was showed them that they had so much potential to become stronger by leaps and bounds. Sparring and practicing with Nancy was very helpful, but at the same time, a huge contrast from the Russian sisters. Ivy and Sami learned a whole array of new exercises, and numerous drills to help improve.    
   Just raw strength was something that they both found important, and as the days went by, they started to see some serious gains. In a bit over two months with Li, both girls saw major improvements.  They had added weight, and increased muscle.
   Ivy was medium height, around 150 pounds. She was slender with long blonde hair, and a pretty face. She had added nearly 15 pounds of weight, almost all muscle. Her arms had always been lean and cut, but she had added size to both her upper and lower arm. Her forearms had become even more accentuated, with her adding almost an inch to the size of her bicep. The muscle had become harder and stronger, along with strengthened tendons all over her shoulder, back, and chest. Her pecs were always strong, with her breasts always being perfectly perky. They were medium size, and the rock hard pecs made them look even more impressive.
   Ivy had been working for about 5 months now, ever sense the incident with Suzy. So even before the training with Li and Nancy, she had been putting in more work than ever before in her life. It was evident that her natural ability and aptitude could only take her so far against these freak monsters like Seleena or Mileena. She knew that she had to get stronger, and so she had. Her abs had transformed into an almost freakish looking 8-pack, she didn't have the protruding gut that you would see on a crossfit athlete. Her stomach was flat, and the 8 muscles were thick and well proportioned. The whole of her core was conditioned beyond belief, a suit of armor forged from steel hard muscle, covered by her pink skin.
   Ivy was the picture of perfection, seeing her hitting a double-bicep pose with no top on, perfection was the only word. Symmetrical, with a face like an angel. As much as she had been working on her upper body, it was her legs that she had been obsessively working with. She had a beautiful booty, thick and tight, and shaped just right. She had strengthened her glutes, but it was the rest of the legs that were her passion. Her calves were strong, huge, and hard as diamond. Still, it was her hips and other legs that merited the majority of her attention.
   Ivy loved the idea of overpowered another girl, and the thought of using her legs to crush and destroy them made her juices flow. Her strong arms and pecs were naturally her strongest weapons, her chest was naturally able to dominate almost any woman on the planet in a contest of tits, her small and perky chest able to overwhelm bigger girls without any effort. That was her natural gifts, but for the strength to crush a horse or you name it with just a squeeze of her thighs, that was something she had to work for.
   Growing up on a farm, with her own horse, she had learned what weapons her legs could be.  In the last few months, her scissor power and strength had skyrocketed. It was very noticeable the extra meat she added around her hips and butt, and especially around her upper legs. They had exploded, the thighs adding a few inches, and just every part of her legs becoming a well-oiled machine. The supersized thigh-master and butt-master devices did wonders, and the coordination and flexibility afforded by the martial arts training was paying dividends.
   Samantha and Ivy become much closer over the months, and it was just natural that Nancy joined them. It started a few weeks in, the girls would share the giant shower. They started as muscle worship sessions, all three girls being excited by each others bodies. They would play, and what started as worship, before long became nothing short of a threesome. More on that later.
   Nancy was strong, but tiny. At not even 100 pounds, see was much smaller than Ivy or Sami. Still, she was conditioned and strong enough to hold her own in tests of strength, and many of these occurred.
   On this day about 6 weeks ago, Ivy and Nancy had finished and were preparing for a shower. Samantha had an understanding with Ivy, they knew it was just fun with Nancy, and she had no problem with Ivy and Nancy kissing, or enjoying each others body, or you name it. The trust for Ivy transcended any doubt of betrayal.
   As Nancy and Ivy stripped down, they both transitioned to the shower, which was just starting. The steam-proof mirrors along with the steamy mist made it hard for them not to notice each others bodies, glistening with sweat and then properly oiled, soapy and lathered. It started with kissing, Nancy was jealous of the feminine body of Ivy. Nancy was petite, and she looked more like a 12 year old girl than a goddess of feminine wiles that was Ivy. It was hard for Nancy not to be jealous, but she had no contempt...only appreciation for the perfection of the womanly form of Ivy. Nancy was kissing her way down ear, neck, chest, and to stomach. Admiring the sinewy muscle of Ivy's core, kissing each muscle one after another. She worked her way down to the kitty, licking, and tickling it with her tongue, before she moved down to the beefy legs.
   Ivy was trembling from the erotic overload, her stomach tingling and her kitty singing from the gentle masterful touches of the cute asian girl there with her.
   It turned to some playing taunting, and Nancy challenged Ivy to squeeze her. Who would prevail? The 140 pound blonde angel and her perfect gams, or little Nancy and her iron core?
   Locked in a kiss, Ivy climbed up onto Nancy, wrapping her meaty thighs around the slight waist of the yummy Chinese treat in front of her. Then it started, Nancy standing there, Ivy with her legs clasped. Nancy was holding all of Ivy's weight with little trouble, and there wasn't anything for Ivy to do except squeeze.
   Legs vs abs, for a while it went. For almost 20 minutes, the girls kissed, and played rough. Ivy just kept squeezing, She alternated pulsing her legs, and just squeezing with all her might. She squeezed till her legs felt on fire, and then they started to turn to rubber after about 18 minutes. Nancy never lost her smile, and it hurt her to see the disappointment written all over Ivy's face when she explained that she never was in danger or pain.
   Next, they left the shower, and tried something else. Ivy laid down on her back, and Nancy straddled her face. It was the ultimate kink, Ivy was on the bottom, using her tongue to make Nancy, or rather her kitty, purr. At the same time, Nancy was using Ivy's belly as a punching bag. After a while, the punches got harder and harder, and Ivy started to let out little cries of pain and gasps of breath. After a bit, Ivy started to get overwhelmed, trying to bring her legs up in a fetal position. Her abs were being destroyed by Nancy's hard little fists, and Ivy was completely turned on at the same time by the domination by the much smaller Nancy. All Ivy had to do was tap, like an mma submission, and Nancy would stop it. Instead, Ivy just absorbed it and enjoyed it. Nancy start punching even harder, and her gentle facesitting became airtight as she dropped her butt down snug suffocating Ivy. She threw a few more punches as Ivy struggled less and less. Ivy knew that Nancy was stronger and tougher, and she enjoyed being dominated like this. Her struggles ceased, to the point where Nancy threw her harder punches, in combos of three, and Ivy didn't even react. She was out cold, the lack of air and brutal punches were too much, and she slipped into unconsciousness.
   That was nearly 6 weeks ago, and in the time since, Ivy had become obsessed with improvement. Ivy had gained a lot of strength and muscle, adding 2 inches to her thighs and nearly an inch to her calves. Her butt had become even more toned, and had filled out. She had built up strength, toughness, and endurance. She still had almost a month to prepare before the confrontation with the sisters. She had greatly improved her technique, and had learned how to intelligently move and use her footwork and stance to improve both her offense and defense.
   Nancy and Li would be leaving soon, and Ivy wanted to test her gains. Nancy had agreed to let Ivy try her scissors again, to try and gauge how her strength had increased. Ivy had been trying to track her process visually, posing and flexing in the mirror.
   She knew she had been getting much stronger, as she had upped her weights on every exercise, and even with higher weight, everything was becoming easier for her. Her body felt more toned, thicker, and stronger in every way. Her improved reflexes helped her better use her speed and agility, and learning techniques from Li helped her use her strength and balance as leverage. She could throw punches and kicks with her whole body, and devastating results.
   Ivy noticed huge gains in her back and shoulders as well, and her grip was like iron. Her arms had become stronger, and the peak of her bicep had risen steadily. Most of all, she had increased her stamina and cardio, and was having little trouble keeping up with Nancy. Nancy was 50 pounds lighter, but when the training started she was around equal strength with Ivy.
   Now, after 2 months, Ivy was clearly stronger. Ivy had a grip strength that could break bone, and she was able to control Nancy without the smaller Chinese girl being able to break her grip. Ivy had become almost indefatigable. With the improved diet, and constant training that started before Li had even arrived, the blonde beauty had increased her cardio to an elite level. She could remember when she had faced off against Nancy, her legs could only maintain a scissor for about twenty minutes.
   Now, she had been squeezing a dummy nightly, and she could easily go for two hours with no loss in power. Her legs had become stronger and stronger, and every movement she made just had her feeling powerful.
   She had practiced holding her breathe, and proper breathing techniques. Oxygen helped fuel the muscles, so air was life, or so Li had taught her. It made sense that she was so easily dominated by Nancy as she had cut off her air supply.
   Nancy entered the room wearing just a pair of black yoga pants. Her tiny tits looked perkier than ever, and her stomach looked positively ripped. Barefoot, she was shredded, and still a little damp with sweat from her morning excercises. Ivy had on a tiny pair of spandex shorts, barely covering her booty. She stripped off her shirt, showing her perfect little boobs, which looked perky and tight. Her pecs looked even more exaggerated, with the muscle and meat looking pronounced reaching over to near her armpit.
   In the past, they had played at titfighting, in a friendly way. Just pushing chest to chest, and using breasts and chest muscles to try and overwhelm the opponents breasts. Nancy used her tiny little boobs to attack Ivy, making the blonde girl hurt. The pressure was too much for Ivy, with Nancy just overwhelming her with her tiny iron tits.
   Since then Ivy had done everything she could to improve. Push-ups galore, pull-ups, weights, yoga, and martial arts. The girls pressed tightly together, kissing while they pushed chest to chest, tit to tit. Ivy pushed forward, feeling her much improved chest easily holding up against the little steel bullet tits of Nancy. Ivy flexed her tits, and could feel her muscle deflecting the Asian attack tits, Nancy was trying to push from before, her boobs on top, pressing down.
   Ivy was holding her own, the top of her chest was hard as rock, and she was pushing back. The girls slipped down to the matted floor, with Ivy on top. She took the initiative, lining up her bigger orbs with the little Asian globes. Ivy then started pushing, and pushing, her boobs like little wrecking balls, pushing down hard enough to make Nancy cry out in pain. After another minute, Nancy tapped, saying mercy.
   Ivy felt better, but then she again remembered she was the bigger girl, with fuller bust, and she should be able to overwhelm the much smaller girl. Still, she was hyped by the small victory. Nancy flipped her over, it was her turn on top. This time, it was a bit closer, with Nancy getting the early momentum. Then Ivy started to push back, and even laying on her back, the results were the same. Nancy started to squirm, and the tit assault became less intense, and Ivy started pushing back. She went on the offensive, and her tits were holding up, and overpowering Nancy, even with all of Nancy's weight pressing down. Ivy was just too firm, the muscle becoming dense and hard, the pecs and muscle hard as steel cords. Nancy went out of breath, and Ivy pressed her lips hard and squeezed Nancy close to her. In half a minute, Nancy went limp. With the kiss locking her lips, and her chest and lungs being compressed by Ivy, she just couldn't draw in enough air to keep conscious.
   It was all in good fun, and Nancy had no hard feelings when she woke up. They agreed to take a short break to let Nancy recover. Twenty minutes later, they both returned to the grappling room, and moved on to the next challenge.
   Six weeks ago, Ivy tried to crush Nancy with bodyscissor, to no avail. This time, Ivy was convinced it would go differently. Six months ago, Ivy was hardly even working out. Nancy had been traveling with Li for most of her life. Also, Nancy was much more casual in her approach. That being said, Ivy had made huge advances month after month, and soon would get to a point where her gains would slow. The progress she had made in a few months was similar to progress Nancy had made when she first started training. Those first 6 months were dramatic, and now Ivy was really coming into her own potential. So while Nancy had improved in the last 6 weeks, Ivy had made immense gains in every category.
   Ivy crawled up onto Nancy, her legs wrapping around her waist, and the contest started again. Nancy stood in the middle of the room, with Ivy hanging back, squeezing, while she held herself mostly upright with her stomach muscles. Ivy increased the pressure, and sporadically mixed in a couple pulses where she squeeze as hard as she could. Her legs looked pale and white in contrast to the slightly darker skin of Nancy. It was like a snake wrapping itself around the tiny Asian, as Ivy's leg became tighter, constricting Nancy. A few more pulses, and Ivy could feel her legs pushing into the muscle. This time, the wall of muscle was struggling to hold against her. She pulsed again, and this time didn't let off the pressure. It had been nearly 8 minutes, with the pressure increasing again, Ivy squeezing as hard as she could, her thighs exploding, the quads thick and bulky, the hamstrings were hard as steel, the pressure was becoming too much. After a few more minutes, Ivy could see the panic on the face of little Nancy. She was clawing at the crushing legs, but it was pointless. She flexed as hard as she could, counting the seconds, as she struggled to maintain the muscle flex that was keeping her from being crushed and suffocated. It was in vain, as Ivy was not slowing down. Nancy was starting to feel light headed, her muscles burning, her legs getting week. She couldn't help but to fall down to the mat, Ivy kept her legs locked at the ankle, but used the opportunity to slip onto her side, her legs wrapped around Nancy in a more conventional scissor, one leg above and one leg below. Sadly for Nancy, this position gave Ivy a lot more leverage, and she used her elbows as a boost to get her body higher off the ground, and started squeezing even harder. From that ankle, you could see the muscle control of her legs and butt, her hips like a lever giving her scissor power overwhelming. She squeezed, and Nancy was being crushed, frantically fighting the life-draining scissor.
   Ivy was just too strong, and Nancy was quickly out cold, her body being literally crushed. When she came to, the recovery was a bit slower. Nancy enjoyed it all, and praised Ivy for her amazing progress and hard work, knowing that the fight ahead of her would need her to be as strong as possible.
   After lunch, they met for the 3rd time that day, and quickly resumed where they had left off. Both stripped down, Ivy was trimmed and hairless, while Nancy had a jet black bush that was neatly trimmed. Ivy laid down, and Nancy got into place snugly over her face, the hair growth a start contrast of the last time, with Ivy giggling as the hairs tickled her. So it went on, Ivy making Nancy's kitty purr, her tongue hard at work. Nancy getting into it fully, her hips thrusting as she rode and humped Ivy's face, Nancy throwing her hardest punches at Ivy.
   Ivy was enjoying every second, and she was doing much better. She was having no problem holding her breath, and she was barely even flexing, her stomach so strong that the muscle deflected the punches harmlessly. After a few minutes, Ivy was still going strong. She started to do leg lifts, and a few different exercises while Nancy punched away at her flexed abs. The punches were literally bouncing off now, her abs flexed hard enough that the blows were completely deflected, her stomach unaffected. On it went for about a half hour, before Nancy admitted defeat, challenge accepted and passed. Ivy was proud and she rushed off to tell Samantha, who had been being personally tutored by Sifu Li'Li for hours a day.


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   While Sami and Ivy prepared, a few states away Seleena and Mileena were hard at work, as well.  Mila and Sell were the names they preferred, but Ivan never used them. Both girls were in the training tent. It had a boxing ring, sparring equipment and heavy bags, and a large collection of weights. It was simple, but served the purpose. The training was brutal, and Ivan was relentless. His thick Russian accent barking commands, and the sisters were stoic as they followed his instructions.
   Sell was training like a girl possessed, even though she really had no good reason to hate these American girls. It felt that she was just so full of hate, she had to direct it towards someone.
   Mila was much less resolute in her role and her life. She didn't want to be on the run, or in the circus. She didn't want to fight anyone, or train, or live the life of the circus. She just wanted to be a normal girl, but that wasn't an option. Mila was terrified of what her sister would do to her if she tried to leave.
   The training was going well. Ivan had Mila working on strength and conditioning, and Sell was practicing punching on a giant heavy bag. Mila was watching her larger sister throwing haymaker uppercuts, that made the whole bag shake. Mila had felt that power first hand, positively afraid of how much damage Sell could do with even just 1 punch. After a long series of punches, Sell was going for water and Ivan was tending to the bag.
   To keep the bag from being totally destroyed, Ivan used these large reinforced metal plates. Each one was around 30 inches in circumference, and 3 inches thick. The large metal discs were used on some type of industrial machine, where they could absorb huge amounts of torque and pressure. The way Ivan set it up, the bag was covered in tape, to help target and show vital areas. The main area in the lower middle of the bag was the “stomach” so to speak, and the tape formed a target that would be right in the middle of the gut if it was a person. This was the focus of her punches, and if not for the disc, Sell would have punched right through and destroyed the heavy gym apparatus.
   Instead, her gloved hands hit with the thud of thunderclap. The pile of discarded discs a testament to her true power, the 3 inch solid discs were crushed and caved in right in the center. The indentation of the gloved fist pressed into it like it was clay. Mila had punched and punched, but she was never able to make even the slightest dent. The disc was deep in the middle of the bag, so it was covered by thick padding. Still, the power punches of Sell were powerful enough to punch through it all.
   Everything about Sell reeked of power, and Mila lived in perpetual fear of having that power turned on her. Sell was faster, stronger, and better at everything. Mila hated her, but secretly she had been turned on and aroused by the way her sister dominated her. When Ivan and Sell had left, Mila took one of the dented discs to her room. She laid there, touching herself, while she caressed the dent in the disc, her body quivering at the pure power it must have taken to perform such a feat.
   Mila though of Samantha, and the fight they had. Could the chubby powerhouse be a match for Sell? Could anyone? Was it possible for anyone to take those power punches? Mila was totally infatuated with her sister, but the thought of someone dominating or beating Sell made her stomach knot up and her loins burn. She knew she was probably just fooling herself, no one could stop Sell. With the serum, she was literally superhuman. When she had spoken with Sami, and warned her about what Sell had planned, Mila told her that she had to run. Samantha insisted that she was up to the task. When they had faced off, Samantha had spent over 6 hours working her stomach, and had also had the previous fights with Tanya and Nikita. It couldn't be understated how much the grueling workout had taken out of Sami, and Mila almost wished she could have seen her at one hundred percent.
   It was still a few weeks before they would meet with Samantha, at an abandoned pavilion in the mountains. Ivan insisted on this location, as he didn't want any witnesses.
   Mila faded off to sleep with thoughts of Samantha and Seleena fighting, her imagination painting of a picture of Samantha dominating Seleena in every way. She again was almost overwhelmed by the sheer erotic feeling of thinking about it. That was her last though as she faded off to sleep.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Nice! Your descriptions of Ivy in this chapter were really eye-opening, such a turn on to see this girl, who was already overwhelmingly sexy and strong become even more so, gaining 15 pounds of pure muscle, and showing her power and fighting ability on Nancy, who was quite a tough girl in her own right, not to mention incredibly strong despite her tiny size. I look forward to seeing more of her because of my own personal preferences, I love seeing power in as small of frames as possible, and Nancy seems to be exactly that. That's why I was so enamored by Mileena when she debuted. I certainly cannot wait for more! k+!

[Super_squirrel]

 I love how they test their new strengths and don’t stop until it’s almost too late. Ivys legs sound so powerful

[Japagreipe]

I'm so glad this series is back. The insane strength and the different feats/fights they do are just so hot. One of my all time favorites in this site. I hope we don't have to wait quite as long for next update. We need a karma overload button!

[Yag]

Thanks for the encouragement, I will try to get a chapter up every week or two. 

[Yag]

Chapter 18


   The morning was cold and dark, and Samantha yawned for what felt like the millionth time. The training with Li had started about a month ago, and she truly felt exhausted. Ivy and Nancy had been working hard, but Li had been pushing Samantha much harder. Li insisted that she could handle it, and that she had to work this hard if she wanted to reach her potential.
   Sami yawned again, she had just eaten breakfast, and was starting on some morning conditioning. Standing just a touch under five foot, she was thickly muscled and just thick all over.
   Wearing just s skimpy pair of shorts and a sports bra, she had the physique of a chubby looking power lifter. From her lower legs, all the way up to her shoulders, she was meaty and packed with muscle. She was built more like an NFL lineman than a gymnast, but she had the speed, agility, and reflexes to go with her amazing power. Also, she had stamina and endurance off the charts, and she was extremely durable. At a little under 200 pounds, she was nearly all muscle. Also, she had put on some serious muscle in the last couple months. Going from 175 pounds, to almost 200. It still fit well on her frame, and she had not slowed down at all. In fact, she felt more explosive than ever.
   Sami had amazing legs, they were shaped just right, looking feminine while also looking like tree-trunks. With calves that were almost oversized, measuring a sliver under 19 inches, it was her upper legs that looked truly impressive. Nearly 30 inches of solid muscle, they were perfectly shaped, with the steel like muscles on the back  of the leg, hamstrings that were dwarfed by the giant quads. Her legs were getting so big, it made her giant butt look slightly smaller than it had. Still, her booty  was round and protruded from her like two giant bowling balls. It could only be described as a muscle butt, even with the small layer of fat on top, it turned into an indestructible and solid mass of booty flesh when she tensed it. Her butt had not grown a great deal in the last few months, but it had become even stronger.
   Sami loved to be spanked, and have her butt worshiped. She would lay on her back, and let Ivy have her way with it, spanking and punching it with all the strength she could muster. Ivy was infatuated with it, knowing that Sami had a better booty than anyone she had ever met, or could even dream up. When it came to clenching her cheeks, Samantha took pride in the power she could exert. Her butt could shatter bone, and had  it's way with other objects before. She had cracked a pool cue, destroyed solid rock, had flattened a thick pipe to the width of a magazine, and more.
   Last week Ivy wanted to test her, so the next victim was a solid ball bearing. The hardness was absurd, but the bearing never stood a chance. It was swallowed by the massive booty, as the cheeks clenched and clenched until you couldn't fit a piece of paper in between. The pressure was insane, and Ivy couldn't even imagine how much force it would take to pull the cheeks apart.
   As Sami started to slowly release the pressure, she gave one quick squeeze, and Ivy could hear the squeal of the metal being pushed beyond the brink. The bearing was no longer a ball, and it had been crushed down to a rounded blob of distorted metal.
   Ivy almost swooned after that, barely being able to resist falling to her knees and sticking her face to the glorious mega-booty in front of her. Instead, she had an idea.
   The girls moved to the giant garage situated on the lower floor,  and Ivy explained exactly what she had in mind. Another challenge for Sami and her magnificent derriere.
   Samantha agreed, and Ivy began to set-up what she had in mind. While Ivy was busy, Samantha had an idea of her own. Sifu Li had tested her, and explained that Samantha had to try and balance her belly better. Her strength was off the charts, her stomach muscles were almost too strong, paired with her endless stamina, her workouts were keyed at becoming stronger. At the same time, the muscle tone and hardness was not at the same level as her strength, and Li planned to fix that. Instead of focusing on pure strength exercises, Sami had focused on toning and hardening the muscle she already had. This made her belly look even bigger and more pronounced, and the results were just amazing. Li told her in a years time, she would be invincible.
   Sami moved over to the small sedan parked on the far side of the garage. Ivy was busy setting up some chains and pulley's, so Samantha decided she would have a little fun. She squatted down, almost down to the ground, and then expanded her belly as much as she could. It looked enormous, using her muscle control to keep it flexed and hard as reinforced steel. She tucked her big stomach under the bumper of the car, using her legs to wedge herself in even tighter, literally her giant muscle gut fitting itself snugly under the bumper, the car slightly coming off the ground to accommodate the full size of her muscle dome, and then she stood up. Not using her arms or hands, the car went up with her, the whole of the weight being supported on top of her iron stomach, the inches of muscle not giving at all under the huge weight of the car. Sami stood there flexed, barely even feeling the pressure of the car. She had felt some pressure on her legs standing, but her stomach didn't even notice the weight, a testament to how strong she had become.
   Li had tried a series of different exercises, one that Sami really liked was exactly what she was thinking about now. She would pick up a heavy bar full of plates, and rest it on the top of her stomach, then drop down low and do a series of squats with the weight being supported by just her belly. She found it was easier to use her arms to keep the bar in place, but it was totally supported by her stomach, which was turning into what felt like a giant block of concrete.
   When Ivy finished and switched her attention to Sami, shewas blown away, taking a bunch of pictures with her phone, and then moving in closer to kiss Sami, before they moved on to the next test.
   Hanging in front of her was a giant V-8 engine that was to be put into the Mustang that Sami was having restored. The chains supported the huge engine, and there were 2 large hooks secured to another set of chains, the hooks were holding the giant engine up, with the other end of the change connected to a short stretch of steel cord, with a large metal ball at the end, which could be tucked into a trailer hitch and used to pull to pull large machinery, or the like.
   Sami stripped down to just a smile, and Ivy was impressed by how her body had changed in the last few months. Sami put her legs shoulder width apart, and took the metal ball, and stuck it snug between her cheeks, the cold steel feeling good against her skin. Next, she slightly bent her knees, and gave a good squeeze.
   Ivy confirmed that Sami was ready, and then she release one hook, and then the other. As soon as the second hook was released,  the engine dropped a short distance, pulling the chains taunt, nearly 700 pounds of steel hanging there, suspended easily by Sami, standing there sturdy as a statue. She squeezed even tighter, compressing the ball completely but trying not to flatten it.
   Sadly, she was too strong, and the trailer hitch would never pull another trailer. Sami started taking some steps, slowly pulling the engine higher and higher off the ground, the chain literally straining from all the weight, but not Samantha. She was strong and sturdy, and she even started to do some low squats, her cheeks clenched the whole time, the ball becoming even flatter. Sami stood back up, and the angle of her legs made her butt look simple gigantic. Ivy took a few more pictures, as Sami struck a pose, shaking her hips and flexing. Ivy dropped her camera, and got close to Samantha, pressing herself up against her, feeling her hard muscles, and then going behind her to kiss the giant butt, Ivy literally trembling with lust.
   Sami loved to be challenged, and she felt strong and confident as ever. The training was really working, and it wasn't just her lower body.
   Her arm, back, shoulders, and pectorals had all made huge gains as well. Her flexed biceps had transformed, becoming even more peaked, a few inches larger, and so so much harder. Her whole body had transformed, and whereas her muscle tone was maybe a 9 or 10 before, now it was more like a 13 or 14. She was almost superhuman, a normal scale of 1 to 10 just didn't seem to apply to her anymore. The same was true when it came to her speed, and agility. Her vertical leap was freakish, passing her height by a few inches. She could run 10 miles without slowing down, in under 35 minutes.
   When it came to tests of agility and athleticism, she had totally surprised even Sifu Li. Li showed her some videos of gymnastic floor and beam routines, and Samantha had picked them up in just a few tries, surpassing the actual gymnast she was watching. She was a pure power tumbler, but her speed was frightening. She could twist and spin her body at a blinding speed, and her jumping and balance were simply superior to anything Li had ever seen. Implementing the martial arts stances and katas into her workout had been a game changer.    
   It wasn't even a fair comparison to see these world class athletes, gymnasts especially, when it came to just pure athleticism. Li had found a study that had been done in the previous Olympic games, where many of the swimmers, track athletes, gymnasts, and others were tested for conditioning. She also had another compilation from the Crossfit games. She had not told Samantha about the lists, instead deciding to test her fitness level with huge handicaps. For example, the highest amount of v-ups was a Chinese gymnast who did 443 reps. For Samantha, she used a pair of 40 pound ankle weights, and and she held an additional 40 pound kettlebell.
   First, Li had her do a v-up, and then hold there for five minutes. Then she added a plate onto Samantha's stomach, and hopped on herself. The 45 pound plate was almost half the weight of tiny Li, but still that was 150 pounds extra Sami was holding with only her flexed abs. Five more minutes she held this, and then Li hopped off and removed the plate. She told Sami to start, but to hold every rep for an extra 3 seconds.
   Samantha quickly made her way to and past the 440 mark, going on tirelessly. Li was keeping count to herself, and on it went. Around 1000, Li started adding punches every rep. Her punches were like tank shells, but they bounced off the iron dome harmlessly, Sami getting stronger as she went, and on it went until 1500 reps.
   Li ordered her to stop, and stand up. Sami quickly was to her feet, standing there hardly breathing.
   “Prepare!” Li screamed, and Sami knew what that meant.
   Li dropped to an arrow stance, her front leg bent at the knee, her back leg angled straight back. This was a traditional Shaolin stance that generated insane power when the back leg came forward to kick.
   Li let out a sharp cry, “Ooos!” as she threw a kick that would stop a bear, followed by a right left right combo of punches that would make Mas Oyama proud. Sami stood there and took it, releasing a tiny grunt that was more a reflex than an actual result of the strikes. Li had sparred with life long martial artists who trained to take the hardest of body blows, and they would have crumpled with broken ribs or worse. Li knew that Sami could take them, and more.
   As hard as Li could punch, her size made her a poor match for Sami. A few weeks ago, Li had brought an old friend of hers for a day of training. Deb was her name, and she was a skilled grappler, and she was also a boxer. Deb had been a lot like Sami when she was younger, she was on the short side and a very chubby girl.
   Deb had started training with Li when she was sixteen, a full twenty years ago. At 5'4 and 280 pounds, Deb had gained a few pounds since then, but she was a powerhouse.  The training was exciting for Li, and eye opening for Sami. Deb wasn't close to her match in speed, agility, endurance, or athleticism. However, in pure power, Deb had the clear advantage. Deb was massive, her arms were especially insane. The giant balls dwarfing Sami's, in both size and strength. Deb was a power puncher, and really worked over Sami in a way she had never experienced. She couldn't make Samantha surrender, but still made her cry out in pain and even dropped her to her knees a few times. Even in the last fight with Mileena she had felt nothing close to the power punches from Deb. Li worked her extra hard that day, and Sami really was getting hurt, but she made it through and never gave up. Alas, er adventures with Deb are story for another time.
   Li truly had tested her over the past weeks, and Samantha had risen to the occasion every time.
   If an elite gymnast was a 10 out of 10 in core and ab strength, conditioning, and the such, well then Sami was a few tiers above. In comparison, Samantha would be closer to a 40. Li had been devising a system to measure the power levels of her girls, but it still needed a little work.
   Samantha had really taken her training to the next level, her encounter with Deb really pushed her to strengthen her arms and upper body even more. She suspected that Deb had not even went full power, making Sami feel like her ceiling was far far away.
   Samantha was very well endowed, and her strong upper body made her tits look simply perfect. She had a pretty face, and it seemed to all those around her that she just got more beautiful with each passing day. Her perfect tits, massive limbs, pretty face, superhuman athleticism and mega-booty all paled in comparison to the main event. Her belly.
   Abs of steel was an overused term. To compare someone like Britney Spears, or Jennifer Aniston to steel was just dishonest, in that they were soft in comparison. To Samantha, to say her stomach was like steel was an insult to her! Steel wouldn't even begin to do her justice, abs of diamond would be more appropriate. If abs was even the word. Her big belly would smash through an 8-pack like it was made of wax. Her stomach muscles were power overwhelming. The strength and muscle control, complimented by the raw hardness, made a stomach that was just superior. With her latest regimen of exercise, she couldn't even believe how hard her tummy was becoming. She could keep it flexed for hours and hours, sometimes for almost a whole day. The muscles contracting and expanding didn't matter. She could suck it in almost flat, or expand it to a giant round size, and it was still solid.
   That being said, when she didn't contract or expand it, but just flexed, it was supremely hard. Every inch of it was solid, with no give, save a little bit of loose skin. From the bottom of her belly, to the top near her solar plexus, and the whole obliques surrounding her core, there was no weak spot.
   The very middle area was just infinitely toned and invincible. Li said that she would get even stronger, with her whole core being as hard and tight as that spot, and the center core area becoming so strong and peerless that in the future, at her full potential, she would achieve true perfection.
   Goals, Samantha thought. First thing, she had a few more weeks before the battle with the Russians. Samantha had to wonder, would her all natural body be enough to defeat a pair of genetically enhanced freaks of science?
   
Another chapter coming tomorrow!

[Jeremy Lightning]

Really enjoyed this chapter, such great description of Sami's workout about how she and Ivy just pushed their bodies to the next level in preparation of the fight coming, and how they enjoyed the results, seemingly. k+!

[Yag]

It is funny, when I posted the last chapter, I planned to post this in the next day or two. The next morning, I was informed that our office was locked down until further notice, and I would be back to working from home. Sadly, my computer was locked in my office, and I wasn't able to get it until this week. It is almost comical the timing, but luckily I was able to retrieve it, and very soon can continue with our next chapter, where Samantha and Ivy finally have the epic battle with Mileena and Seleena. Enjoy.


Chapter 19
   As Heather woke up, she rolled over and pulled the furs over her snugly to ward off the chill morning air. The fire had went out in the night, and reflexively she snuggled up to the blue and blonde haired body next to her. Heather wrapped her arm snugly around her, and was reassured by the tight stomach of her master and lover. Sara was still mostly asleep, but she gave a squeeze of the meaty booty of Heather, where her hand had rested all night.
   Wanda was long gone, after Heather destroyed her when they faced off. Heather had become positively primal, even a little feral. Her body had turned into a weapon, her strength multiplied and her muscles had hardened and strengthened. Mentally, she had become almost like an animal, embracing her role as a pet to Sara. It came as no surprise to Sara, as the survival instinct had kicked in, and Heather had turned on Laura, and had dedicated herself into becoming a weapon in her bid for freedom. However, after the destruction and domination of both Wanda and Laura, Heather had become totally obsessed with Sara both sexually and emotionally.
   Originally, Sara had made her face off against Laura, promising to free the winner, but Heather easily destroyed her former lover, then requested that Laura be set free. Heather had no intention of leaving. A bit after Laura left, and had properly recovered, Sara had caught her and Alicia wandering around the woods in a search for Heather. The ensuing battle between Alicia and Sara had been nothing short of epic, and Heather had recorded every second of it. She would make a point to watch it again soon, but for now she had other things to focus on.
   Every two years, there was an underground fighting competition where masters like Sara would bring their pets to fight in a tournament for a huge cash prize. When Sara had brought Heather and Laura back to her lair, her intention was to use them to help train Wanda. What Sara didn't expect was that Heather would eventually surpass the much bigger Wanda in every way. Wanda had left, broken and beaten to near death, and wanted nothing to do with Sara. When she made it back to civilization, she only said that she became lost in the nearly endless wilderness, and was happy to be free.
   Heather had quickly established her dominance, and by what could only be explained as a textbook case of Stockholm syndrome, where a prisoner becomes attached to her captor. Heather embraced the role, quickly turning on Laura for Sara, who she felt was superior in every possible way. Heather had become almost feral when it came to fighting, letting her animal instinct and urges out as she became the huntress, and woe be to her pray. Heather's biggest regret was that she didn't get to face off against Alicia, but Sara had to have her fun as well.
   Heather had turned into a monster, gaining many pounds of muscle, and turning her body into a truly powerful weapon. She was a few inches over 5 foot, and was around 135 pounds of solid, shredded muscle. Her upper body was ridiculously developed, having the physique of a comic book hero, her back and shoulders had exploded and she truly had the v-shape as it tapered down to her narrow waist, before getting to her ample hips and butt. Her legs were not as thick as she would have liked, but they were like granite, with deceptive strength in her taunt muscles. She always had strong arms, but her forearms had become round and hard as iron, and her biceps and triceps had exploded into almost superhuman hardness and shape. Her small peaks had transformed into shredded balls of pure hardened muscle fiber. Her strength was insane, especially when it came to squeezing and crushing. Her grip was frightening, she could literally crush small rocks in her hands.
   Of course, it was her belly that was the crowning achievement of her improved body. Sara had created a monster, and she was confident that Heather could hold her own against the much larger girls that she would face off against. The current champion was a true monster named Clara, who was nearly 6 foot tall, and close to 400 pounds. Being so big, it was frightening to see how fast Clara could move. If Heather wasn't up to the task, it wouldn't be the first pet that Sara had lost.
   Sara had never had a specimen like Heather, never one that could absorb her best shots to the gut and still smile. Sara was working extra hard herself to make sure Heather didn't surpass her, but then at the same time she was secretly turned on by the thought. Sara was mesmerized by the utter dominance that Heather had shown against Wanda and Laura, and her stomach was truly something of wonder. Heather often talked about her former trainer, Samantha, and Sara often fantasized about facing Sami herself, or seeing Heather dominate Samantha herself. First thing, Heather had to focus on the challenge in front of her, an namely Clara.
   Heather had a perfect 6-pack, with square shaped blocks that were like steel. It was interesting the shape, she had a mountain-like bulge right in the middle, which was simply a thick layer of over-developed muscle that had grown in thickness and hardness. Sara dubbed it “Mount St. Heather” and was mesmerized by the way Heather could move and gyrate it. It felt like she was punching and mountain, as the extra layer of beefy steel absorbed even her strongest punches and kicks. The rest of the stomach was covered in a sheet of taut muscle that gave her exceptional strength, but nothing as hard as that ridge in the middle. Heather could make her abs dance, and when she flexed just right, the mound morphed into an actual six-pack, easily seeing the separation and shape on the raised plateau of muscle. She could make the muscle separate into two rows of meaty muscle. If she did it just right, she could crush things in between the two ridges. Heather practiced her muscle control by crushing things like steel rods, and railroad cleats. She also tested her strength by adding great amounts of weight to chains and then squeezing the chain and holding it taunt with just her stomach muscles. Her strength and hardness was simply frightening, and she was just getting stronger. She would often dive deep into the nearby lake and practice her breath holding and lifting the giant boulders at the bottom, the water giving her the ability to move the nearly one ton boulders with minimal effort. She even liked to use the added weight to do ab crunches at the bottom of the lake. Heather could hold her breath for almost seven minutes with high exertion, and almost ten minutes when she just sat at the bottom relaxed. She especially loved taking nude swims through the icy water during the colder months, her body feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, like an ice bath.
   Her blonde hair was almost long enough to reach her butt, and Sara loved to watch her doing her bicep curls, effortlessly lifting the weight over, and over, and over. Her perfectly shaped rear accentuated perfectly, her biceps not so little anymore. She weighed a sliver under 140 pounds, yet here she was curling 100 pound barbells for almost endless reps. Her goal was to curl her bodyweight, and Sara wondered if she wasn't already at that point. Sara herself had trouble keeping up with arm exercises, but still had a much stronger lower body, and slightly stronger core. As tough as Heather was, Sara had a level of hardness and muscle tone that was a few levels above, as well as a decent weight advantage. The two muscle goddesses spent the days playing, and working out, and enjoying the safety and solace of the forest.
   The last month, Heather had been working almost exclusively on actual combat, and putting her speed and strength to work. Sara had been teaching her wrestling, grappling, and striking for months, but the time to really put it all together was near. Along with all her training with Samantha and Suzy, she was getting a really good grasp of footwork and leverage, and the power was truly phenomenal for a girl her size.
   Sara was excited for the upcoming event, like some off the grid redneck backwoods kumite. Years ago Sara herself had won a similar tournament when she was only 13 years old, after years of being trained by her parents who were in it only for the money. Soon after, they tried to sell her off and she had run away.  She had been on her own ever since, going into hiding after her parents had sent people to try and bring her back. Some of them were buried in these woods and would likely never be found.
   So when Sara trained, and did these crazy things, she felt that it was a life forced upon her. Her manipulative parents were a terrible influence, leading her to challenge many of the older gymnasts and members of her martial arts classes to brutal fights that more than not put the loser in the hospital. Sara had never been bested, at twelve she challenged a whole team of senior and junior gymnasts. They tried to jump her, as she had planned, and she systematically dismantled them all.
   There was 6 of them, aged seventeen and eighteen, along with the coach. The coach was still only a few years removed from her college career, a fit and strong 25 years old. The coach and one of the girls were ebony, one Latina, a pair of Asian girls, and two white girls. They all were elite gymnasts, and truly hated Sara, the mouthy rainbow haired punk girl who showed them up time and time again. The coach instructed them, and Sara played along, corned and acting terrified. They thought they had surprised her, although she was a little surprised how many of them showed up.
   The coach ordered two of the bigger girls to hold her arms, her back against the wall of a nearby building. The location couldn't be better, an abandoned building near the local landfill. It was nearly nighttime, and no one would be around. While they took turns holding her, they pummeled her in the stomach. Sara played along, mostly unflexed, faking crying, screaming out in pain, trying to turn to avoid the punches, feigning terror and pain, and raising her knees to try and protect her tummy. After a long and brutal beating, they stripped off her shirt and shorts, and there she stood, 12 year old in jeans and a matching pink bra and panties, her abs looking positively ripped. The girls started laughing and high fiving each other, as Sara fell to her knees. The girls holding her joined in the celebration, as Sara stood back up, bringing her arms up in a double bicep pose two giant balls exploded, her legs looking thick and powerful, easily dwarfing any of the girls there, even the coach. Her ample booty pressed against the wall, the thong being devoured by her two round muscle butt cheeks. Her breasts were already a good size, and fully flexed the other girls had to take a second to stare at her body.
   “Is that all?” Sara asked, a smile on her face. She started laughing, and the girls lined up and started the assault again. They knew that blows to the head could really get them in trouble with the police, so they stuck to the body. A flurry of blows to the legs, belly, and tits ensued with Sara never ceasing to smile. After about 5 minutes, the team was starting to get winded, and wondering if this girl could be hurt at all. As the flurry slowed, Sara finally started to retaliate. Except her punches did damage, and before long most of her opponents were writhing in pain on the ground, holding their tummies. While Sara squared off against the coach, two of the girls started running away.
   Sara sent a flying knee, followed by a left hook into coaches belly, dropping her like a rock, and she ran after the other two. She caught up to the first girl, catching her with a hard kick to her side, bringing her to a stop. Sara followed up with a quick combo to her gun, knocking the girl back and into a fetal position, tears streaming from her cheeks. The last girl was running, a big ebony girl who did most of the trash talking, the girl literally running for her life. Sara chased her for a few minutes, happy to just pace her, before she put on a surge of speed and lept into the air, landing on the big girls back, legs wrapped tightly around her. Sara squeezed with all her might, and could feel the girls ribs giving way, before the girl simply collapsed to the ground. With her air cut off, it wasn't long before she was out cold, and Sara gave one last squeeze for good measure, and off she ran, giggling as she recovered her clothes, and was on her way.
   As she got a little older, she became more violent in her methods, taking a secret pleasure in hurting the bullies and people who would try to intimidate her. At the same time, she was turned on when she could crush her opponent between her thighs, and usually would orgasm soon after they would lose consciousness, so she would often prolong the squeeze and torture, watching them slowly fade and fight for every breath.    
   Today, she would routinely work on her legs and thighs, and hip strength, just for this reason. She was proud of her body, and her legs and butt were insanely strong, with punch proof abs. To this day, she had never lost a fight, and she had been in a lot of them. A few of her best challenges were Alicia, who had even stronger legs. Another was this really bitchy lifeguard and swimming coach who she had fought many years ago. There were others, she had promised Heather to talk about some of these later that night, as a reward for all the training Heather had done. The day was early, and both Sara and Heather looked forward to the evening where they would watch the fight with Alicia, and have a fun story time.

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   Lori had spent almost 18 months in rehab, fixing her broken body. The only thing that kept her going was revenge. Revenge against Samantha, and against the traitorous bitch Ivy, who had brought Samantha into her life in the first place. At first, Lori had tried to stay positive. Her sister Karyn had convinced her otherwise, and now every moment was dedicated to revenge and destruction.
   Lori was a behemoth, 5ft8in and around 350 pounds. She was a heavyweight powerhouse, and she had been training herself to become a destroyer, set on avenging her family farm and business. Long ago, she was beaten and almost crippled by Cammy and Hannah during her feud with Sami. Now Lori wanted to return the favor. Long ago, Lori and her sister Karyn had fought over who would control the family farm, and Lori got stuck with the responsibility. Karyn, who was a true amazon, nearly 6 feet tall and 280 pounds, had traveled the world as a prizefighter. She was a champion boxer, and kickboxer, spending years training in Muay Thai. Karyn was everything that Lori wasn't, a tall and statuesque blonde who had also modeled. Whereas Karyn was tall and well built, Lori was stocky and with a blocky build.
   Karyn was overseeing the training of Lori, directing her as she bobbed and weaved around a giant heavy-bag. This was not your average punching bag, reinforced hide filled with a half ton of rocks. Lori was pounding away, while Karyn stood there barking orders in a black robe like a boxer would wear before the fight.
   Lori had spend the morning doing weights and an insane conditioning routine, with two hours of nothing but abs. She was spending two days a week on just abs, with 4 days of cross-training. That left one day off for rest and recovery. Karyn was training hard as well, with a focus on strength training. Lori was learning a lot of fighting techniques from her sister, and both the girls were gaining strength and becoming more conditioned.
   In the past months, Lori had transformed into a musclebound giant, massive in power and scale.  Her strength was not even in the same class as it had been a few years ago. She was embarrassed by a much smaller girl, and she was furious at the idea that she couldn't stand up for herself.
   Lori was routinely doing 100s and 100s of reps of advanced core exercises, often with huge amounts of weight. Karyn was a big advocate of cross-fit, and she had Lori doing many different exercises to strengthen her head to toe. She was curling a bar that looked like it was almost ready to snap from the huge amount of plates. With the bar and the 12 plates, she was curling over 500 pounds. With a grunt, she brought the weight up again, letting it slam down to hit her in the gut. Again and again she pushed up the huge weight, her giant arms exploding like balloons, nearly 25 inches of rock hard muscle.
   After 2 sets of 20, she dropped the weight, and started some deadlifts. She could have doubled the weight, instead she focused on reps. After 100 reps, she felt really pumped. Her giant butt was not pretty or round, but it was massive. Her whole body was muscle on top of muscle, covered with fat. Her legs were close to 40 inches, and they were almost all muscle. Her calves were almost as big as her thighs, simply massive mounds of muscle. With a giant back and shoulders, and huge tits topping her armored plated pecs, she was a beast. Her stomach was massive, a giant slab of muscle covered with an apron of fat. The layer of muscle underneath was as thick like armor plating, ridiculously strong and overdeveloped. If she flexed fully, the 6 slabs of muscle could be seen pushing through the fat. She had a cute face, with medium length blonde hair and blue eyes.
   Her sister was built like a conventional power-lifter, Karyn was tall and thick, with giant muscles and not a lot of excess fat. With huge shoulders, and thick limbs, her body was use to the fluid movements of a trained fighter. Her legs were thickly muscled, complete with a giant round butt. Her stomach looked soft, but a quick flex turned it into a remarkable looking 6-pack with amazingly ripped core muscles.
   The sisters were hungry for combat, and had an intricate plan set up for revenge.    Some pieces still had to fall into place, so while Samantha and Ivy were about to face off against the Russian sisters, these giant amazonian sisters were preparing the battlefield for the perfect revenge. Everything had to be just right, a year of moving parts all coming together in perfect harmony.
   For now, Lori had to continue her training to be ready to destroy Samantha. After another 15 minutes, she headed into the shower of the private gym they had rented. All Lori could think about was crushing her opponents, and she leaned against the wall in the giant shower, and put the hot water on. As the room filled with steam, she reached one hand down between her legs and started to rub her kitty on the outside, and with her beefy right hand, she started to pound herself in the stomach with all her strength. The sound of her wet fist pounding her iron stomach started to sound like a drum, as she punched the same spot over and over. It turned red, but her muscle belly still held like a iron drum.
   The beating went on, as she felt her whole body throb. She could feel the butterflies in her belly send a tingling down, and her fingers and the punches together had her whole body gyrating, as she purred like a tigress. The image of her there, punching over and over, her giant arms and shoulders full of power, her giant hips slowly swaying, her massive mass of a butt rubbing against the wet tile, while her tree trunk legs held strong. Lori thought of her battle with Hannah and Cammy, confident that if they fought now, the punches would bounce harmlessly off her stomach. She felt invincible, and she just kept punching harder. The thick pink flesh of her belly shaking with the force, as the thick iron wall of muscle underneath absorbed the hard fist. Before long, she felt the climax coming, and started a rapid fire flurry of punches. Right as she felt ready to burst, she started slamming both fists on her gut like some crazed gorilla, her purring pussy reaching the verge on its own, squirting spray like a super-soaker all over the shower floor, the slightly creamy cum swirling down the drain, as she collapsed onto her butt.
   About 20 minutes later, she was refreshed and changed into boxing shorts and a sports bra, her belly still red from her earlier effort. As she made her way to the sparring ring, she saw Karyn standing with this weeks partners. All 3 of the girls were professional boxers, and Lori would spend an hour going from partner to partner. The girls would get a 5 minute rounds, and then on to the next girl so they could stay fresh. Lori wouldn't get a break, as she would focus mostly on footwork and absorbing the blows, careful on her counter strikes. She had to be careful not to break her opponents.
   Lori hopped into the ring, and the first of her opponents lined up with her. A big black girl named Tara, she was only half the size of Lori but built like a tank. Lori darted around, bobbing and weaving, throwing so light jabs to keep distance. Tara stepped in, eating a strong punch to the solar plexus, and threw a long flurry right into Lori's midsection. Lori was practicing the art of taking punches, so she just let the punches fly. Right-left-right-left-left followed by a huge uppercut that she stepped into, and then she jumped in the air, and shot forward in a superman punch. Lori ate the punches with little effort, flexing her belly as hard as she could for the final punch, and the taped fist the bounced off twisted weirdly, Tara crying out in pain and surprise. Lori brought up her left hand and Tara went flying backwards.
   Lori stepped in and threw a hay-maker right at Tara, which she sidestepped and reacted with a quick punch to Lori's side. Even her meaty flank was covered in steel armor, harder than Tara could believe. Tara jumped at her, headhunting; a winging blow that Lori ducked, followed up with a spinning back fist to the gut that dropped Tara, the wind knocked out of her.
   Ding ding ding, the bell rang, and the next girl stepped in. She was a giant pale skinned girl from Italy. Stella was a bit over 6 foot, with lanky limbs and a cut physique. Tara crawled out of the ring as Stella started to unload. Moving to her right, Lori backed up, eating punch after punch after punch. She opened up with a huge pair of punches, and Stella hopped back, and then back into position to unload a massive straight into the blob-like gut of Lori, Stella crying out in pain.
   “What was happening?” was all she could think, before Lori caught her with a crippling uppercut, knocking her a few inches off the ground, dropping face first onto the canvas.
   Lori looked up at the clock, it still had almost 90 seconds left. She looked over to Karyn and shrugged, while her giant sister waved in the next girl. A dark haired beauty named Tina, she shook her head and started to back up, her legs wide as she stayed on her horse, so to speak. Tina was medium height and build, with a thick belly that didn't look ripped. Just toned, and as soon as Lori smacked her, it was confirmed as she didn't even blink. She threw a kick to Lori's belly, and then snapped a few more quickly. Lori could feel the sting, but little else. She stepped in and threw a huge power punch right to the middle of Tina, but it just bounced off.
   Tina chose not to dodge the blow, and returned fire with a spinning kick. Lori waded forward, as Tina strafed to her left, loading her dominant hand for another giant punch that stunned Lori for a second, the thud reverberating through the whole gym.
   Lori was impressed, this girl was strong as an ox, and Lori thought she might have found a new training partner. The next two minutes continued about the same, with the girls exchanging punches. The rest of the sparring was uneventful, with Lori walking through the other girls, with Tina holding her own in the second heat as well. They exchanged information, with Tina telling the sisters about her small squad of training partners, including her daughter, and 3 others. They made plans to stay in touch, and see where things would go from there.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Loved what I read about Heather and Lori training, especially Heather, whose power, toughness, and overall abilities seem superhuman, holding her breath for about 10 minutes is incredibly impressive, especially for someone like me, who can at max, hold my breath for a minute and a half. But you know me, I've been looking forward to seeing the showdown between Sami, Ivy and Mileena and Sereena, so I will be hotly anticipating the next chapter, I hope it is worth the wait! k+! 

[Yag]

Chapter 20
   Samantha and Ivy were full of anticipation, the day had finally come. They were at the appointed location, or at least nearby. They had set up at a small abandoned pavilion, a remnant of years past. In the 1960s, this had been a small and remote camping area, but all that was left now was a few dilapidated buildings, and these pavilions. The blue steel roof had mostly collapsed, and the morning rain was seeping down through many holes in what was left.
   The area was remote, all the road and paths had long since turned back into wilderness, with thick foliage and trees surrounding on three sides. To the North was a scenic view for miles, and the cascading ring of a nearby waterfall echoed, the water falling hundreds of feet, the land itself gently fading into a giant valley. As Ivy looked off the edge, it was a long drop to the water, the whole Northern side of the valley falling deeper and deeper into a thick forest. The wilderness and mountains went on forever it seemed, a world separate from the one they were use to.
   Sami knew too well how easy it was to get lost in the woods, as she had spent a long time by herself, hiding from the world. The girls had brought bags with some supplies and clothes. They had bathed in a nearby pond and ate a small breakfast, and now they could only wait.
   Ivy wore a tiny leopard print bikini, her small but absurdly toned and perky boobs filling the top, the thong bikini vanishing between her thick cheeks. Her legs looked magnificent, and her abs looked perfect. Symmetry befitting a literal goddess, and when Sami looked at her, she had to wonder if she wasn't looking at Artemis or Aphrodite come to life. A more beautiful and perfect creature didn't exist in the world, she was sure. Her blonde hair had been recently trimmed, and hung gently down past her shoulders. Her big blue eyes and perfect smile filled Samantha with a warmth and vigor that could only be described as magic.
   Samantha looked massive, she had put on some size in the last few months, and it showed. Her black her was cut a bit shorter than she was use to, coming down just past her neck. Her big body was clad in black booty shorts that left little to the imagination. She had preferred to fight nude, but had decided that she could always take her bottom off when she was ready. Her booty was a weapon, and she knew it was more dangerous unleashed and uncovered. Her massive boobs hung high on her chest, like battering rams. Her perfect nipples standing up in the chill morning, her pecs and shoulders looked positively pumped, and her legs were like the trees surrounding the grove, thick and strong.
   Not long after the girls sat down, they heard a rustle, and noticed a thick girl in a red leotard approaching. It was Mila. She was alone, and Samantha quickly got to her feet and met her on the edge of the pavilion. Without warning, Mila wound up and threw a giant punch similar to the one she had used on Samantha in their first meeting. Nothing happened.
   They all waited for a moment, and then Mila smiled. She began to speak.
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   Seleena stood there dressed in a skin-tight leotard that covered her arms, and one leg. The right leg was bare, along with a large circle revealing her ripped abs. Her face was painted in the style that the girls used in their acrobat act, a mix of something that you would see on a clown, and the black paint of a mime or classic street performer.
   Sel looked around for her sister, who had disappeared a short while before. She didn't have to wait long, but it wasn't Mila that came walking through the trees. As soon as she saw the beautiful bikini clad blonde, she charged with a growl.
   Sami saw the manic Russian, and quickly stepped in front of Ivy, colliding with Sel with a crash. Sel tried to overpower her, and the two locked arms as they collided, Sami and her big belly pushing against the thick ripped abs of Sel. Ivy charged in as well, getting close to the side of the thick Russian, she started throwing punches to the right side of Sel, as she grappled with the bigger Sami.
   With a grunt, Sel let go of the arms and lowered for a take down, scooping up a thrashing Sami,  throwing her a few feet into a giant tree. The area was littered with trees and rocks, right on the outskirts of a large field full of tall grass. Sel had planned to fight in the field, until she had wandered in search of her sister. At the moment, she focused on the fight ahead.
   Ivy tried to engage her, throwing a few more punches to the thick girls tummy, but they bounced of harmlessly. The circle in her costume exposed a good portion of her abs, and Ivy was amazed at how thick they were. Ivy herself had a ripped 8-pack and amazing muscles, but she knew Sel was just bigger and stronger.
   Sel grabbed her in a tight squeeze, and slammed her hard onto the ground, mounting Ivy and raining down a few hard punches to her chest and stomach.
   As Ivy grunted in pain, she saw Samantha slam into the thick Russian, trying to dislodge her with knees to her side. Sami wrapped her arms around Sel, but the blonde Russian just absorbed the blows, and kept on hitting Ivy. The punches really hurt, she was pinned to the hard ground and still trying to catch her breath after being slammed down. She was trying to keep her abs flexed, but the power between the punches was almost to much for her.
   As Sami got in close, and tried to wrestle Sel off Ivy, Sel used her left arm to counter Sami, while she continued to pummel Ivy with the other arm. The punches were really having an effect, and Ivy was more worried about covering up then fighting back, while Sel was slowly overpowering Sami. Even with one arm, she was using her legs to get leverage, and Sami was powerless to stop her it seemed.
   With a powerful burst, Sel used her motion to flip Sami over her in a Judo throw, and quickly postured up, and threw an intense flurry of punches to the belly and breasts of Ivy. As Sami rolled back up, she took a second to get her senses, and she moved back to Sel, winding up to throw a giant kick to the big Russians torso. Sel didn't even seem to notice, her focus totally on Ivy, trying to finish her so she could move on to Samantha. Ivy reached up, and Sel grabbed each of her hands in her own, rising up in a squat, and then dropping her butt down hard while using her grip on Ivy to smash them together. Ivy's tanned 8-pack was crushed by the gigantic steel booty of the Russian, knocking most of the wind out of her and totally crushing her into the hard ground.
   Ivy's arms went limp for a second, and Sel let them drop to the ground. In a flash, Sel dropped back down and wrapped her legs around Ivy, her giant thighs seemed to be almost as big around as the tiny waist of Ivy. Sel was on her right side, and postured up her giant butt clenching, thighs flexing, in a frightening display of power. Ivy started to scream, she felt like she was being crushed. Samantha quickly mounted the back of Seleena, grabbing the big girl in a rear naked choke body scissor combination. Sami squeezed her giant legs with all her power, but she felt she was squeezing a statue or a steel beam. Seleena was flexing her rock hard torso, the muscles supercharged from her years of exercise along with the special serum from Ivan. Her muscle fiber was superhuman, as Samantha was starting to see.
   Sel started to twist her body, her posture shifting from her side, onto her butt. She was using her legs to squeeze Ivy, and she used her thick arms to wrestle with the choke that Samantha was putting on her.
   There they lay, Ivy on the ground fading, with Sel's legs wrapped around her, clenched so tight that Ivy could hardly breath. The legs were higher on her body, right around her solar plexus. Ivy still was holding strong, her abs and tits were far from beaten, but the pressure of the scissor was literally squeezing the breath out of her. Sel was sitting on her butt letting the legs do the work, while Sam was behind her squeezing. Sel was letting her abs handle the scissors, Sami getting absolutely no give from the steel bodied Russian. The choke wasn't working either, as Sel was controlling her arms, the strength of the Russian girl was just insane. Sami couldn't believe that she was being overpowered, but the plan had never been to take the fight to the ground like this.
   As Sel pulled Sami's arms close to her, she actually used her arms to pin Sami's arms on top of her diamond hard pecs and tits. Samantha could feel the pain, as the nipples and round boobs were being pressed into her forearms, which hurt more than she could believe. Seleena was like a living weapon, and Sami didn't like where this was going. Sami laid back flat, and tried to use her arms to pull Sel into her, stretching the big Russian over her belly, Sel's back arched as Sami tried to lower her arms to the middle of Sel's belly. Sami had to get her arms lower if she wanted to exert any pressure, as it was more painful to her trying to squeeze her arms against the iron-like tits of the Russian girl.
   Through this contest, Ivy was doing her best to survive, and she slowly was turning to her side, alleviating some of the pressure of the scissor. There they lay, Sami on the bottom, Ivy secure between the legs of Sel. Seleena was stretched out on top of Sami, legs wrapped tight around her.
   As Sami looked up, she saw a flash of movement in the tree high above her. Seconds later, she saw a flash of red, as Mila entered the fight.
   Mila was on top of a tree, and down she went. She dove down, and around she turned once, then again, then again. After her 3 flips, she came down feet first right on the middle of Seleena's belly.
Sami prepared the impact, and flexed as hard as she could. Even the flying stomp didn't seem to hurt Sel too much, and Sami was amazed at how hard the impact was. She was on the bottom though, so a lot of the force was transferred to her. As soon as Mila got her balance, she started pounding and stomping on Sel, ignoring her sister's curses and threats. 
   Sel was furious, she had been clearly hurt by the giant stomp, and her mind was racing as she considered the situation. All she knew was she was going to destroy her sister along with these other two girls. She couldn't forgive betrayal, and she wanted to teach them that challenging her was the worst mistake they could ever make.
   Ivy was barely conscious, with Seleena still trying to grapple with Sami, while Mila was having her way on Sel's belly. Sel decided it was time to go on the offensive, and withdrew her legs, giving Ivy a reprieve, and getting her legs under her. With Sami still hanging on her back, Sel got her legs under her and pushed herself to her feet. Sami moved her arms back up to Sel's neck, trying to choke her. Sel had such strong shoulders and neck, the choke was doing little.
   As Sel got her balance, Mila stepped back, and Sami could see the fear in her eyes as Mila slowly backed away. Sela advanced on her sister and threw a giant kick to her side. As Mila backed up some more, she clumsily felt a tree behind her as Sel approached her, and smiled at her sister. Mila looked terrified, as she knew what was coming, as Sel wound up and threw a giant punch that brought Mila to her knees.
   Ivy was getting back to her feet, and trying to shake off the cobwebs from the lack of air for the last few minutes. She sucked in a few deep breathes, and could feel the strength coming back to her muscles. She watched with terror as Sel pulled Mila back to her feet, and pinned her to the tree with a hand around the neck, while she unloaded with punches that seemed to be overwhelming Mila.
   Mila was standing there, her leotard clinging to her body, skin tight and body fitting, Ivy could see her ripped abs and round boobs through the leo like it wasn't there, watching her stomach tremble as she tried to flex. Her stomach flexed in a hard little 6-pack, and then as Sel's meaty fist bounced off, and her abs faltered, having more and more trouble trying to flex.
   Sami knew the choke and scissor wasn't doing much, even it was slowly draining some strength from Sel, she had to do more to slow her down. Sel backed up, and the next couple punches had almost finished Mila. Sel backed up, and pulled her fist back, ready for the finishing blow. Just a second before the fist hit, Ivy jumped in between the sisters, her stomach absorbing the blow, as the fist harmlessly bounced off her steel 8-pack.
   Mila touched her shoulder, and whispered a sincere “Thank you.” She slipped away from the tree, and fell to her knees, trying to catch her breath and let her body recover for a few moments.
   Ivy let herself get comfortable against the tree, and slapped her belly a few times, blowing a kiss to Sel. Ivy put her arms above her head, and leaned back against the tree, waiting to see if her abs were up to the challenge. She had been training months and months for this, and this was part of the plan. She would let Sel wear herself out some so that she wouldn't be as strong against Samantha.
   As Sami watched, she was impressed by how strong Ivy looked. Her legs were sturdy and thick,  her biceps ballooning into perfect round balls of steel muscle as she stood there with her arms above her head. Sel wound up, and came in with a pair of punches. Then again, then a 3 hit combo. Sami kept squeezing, she knew that she had to be taking something out of Sel. Mila was on the same serum as Sel, and she was hurt. So by that logic, Sel couldn't be invincible, and Sami knew she had freakish power in her leg. The squeeze had to be wearing down Sel.
   Ivy was still smiling, she hardly felt the punches. Sel was impressed, she had never had much trouble overwhelming her sister, but this girl Ivy was taking her best punches. Sel had punched through the armor of tanks, and steel plates in her training with no problems. But punching Ivy was actually hurting her hands!
   Not anything to worry about, but she had never hit anything so hard, even her own abs paled in comparison. Sel felt she had the strength to take any punch, but her abs weren't as hard and toned as the perfect 8-pack of Ivy. Also, Sel had never seen such a perfectly shaped stomach, each side was a mirror image of the other, the girl was just so beautiful. Still, she felt like her strength was enough that she could take the blows, regardless of how hard her abs were.
   Sel was determined, and got a tempo going of punch after punch. Sami was trying to suffocate Sel, with choke and scissors, and Mila was sitting on the ground, mostly recovered. Still, Mila was a bit scared, knowing what Sel could do to her.
   Sel continued her assault on Ivy, with the concentration of a carpenter. She was devoid of emotion, she a tireless worker doing her job, destroying her opponents.
   “That is the best you can do? I am not impressed!” Ivy taunted, followed with a cute little laugh.  The look in Seleena's eye turned to pure rage, as she lost her cool. She got close to Ivy, obsessed with making this girl fold, and just started throwing a flurry of punches with all her power, Ivy just smiled, her hips and belly swaying in a sensual little dance, she couldn't help but to be turned on by the feeling of the punches bouncing off her abs. After a few minutes, Seleena stepped back, and stopped to catch her breath and regroup. Ivy looked at Samantha, giving her a knowing glance, and Sami dropped off the big Russian.
   Ivy wanted to test herself, and Sami wouldn't be far away. Mila sat there totally amazed, Ivy was slender and small compared to her sister, but she was easily holding her own. Sami went over and helped Mila up, they talked a little bit, and Mila noticeably calmed down as they formed a plan. Sami was still at 100%, and she stripped off her shorts, showing off her fully nude body. The leotard that Sel was wearing showed one of her huge cheeks, and it looked giant on her body. Still, it didn't even come close to the side of Samantha's giant, round, bubble butt. The cheeks were giant, and hard as rock, with a perfect shape, the pure beauty of the booty enraged Sel even more.
   Sel, not to be one upped, tore off her leotard, her bare butt looking huge but still small compared to Sami's. Her boobs looked amazing, they were decorated in body paint with red and black lines decorating her skin. Her breasts looked round and perky, looking amazing, all pink and pretty with perfect little nipples. She had the body that would put most grown woman to shame, and her virgin teen body would make men throw themselves into the ocean. As she moved into action, the explosive muscles of her body popped and flexed, as she went totally berserk on the still prone Ivy.
   Sel grabbed her around the neck, and started a flurry of knee strikes to Ivy, much harder than the punches, and yet Ivy still kept smiling, her stomach flexed, her armor taut and invincible as the blows bounced off. Sel was hurting herself more than Ivy, and Ivy was really enjoying it. Sel backed off after a few minutes, and started throwing giant punches. No combos, just giant haymaker's strung together. Ivy was getting so aroused, she took a second to pull her top off, and started squeezing and playing with her nipples as Sel continued her assault. Seleena and her sister had always compared bodies, both of them with flawless tits that they thought couldn't be much better. But seeing Ivy, she knew that she wasn't even in the same class, and Sel had to wonder if they were as firm and strong as they looked. Sel had to find out, so she hugged Ivy, the cute Canadian responding in kind. It went from belly busting, to a classic titfight, as they squeezed together, belly to belly and tit to tit.
   Sel was the bigger girl, but she knew she was outclassed her, as her iron tits were overwhelmed by Ivy, the cute blonde was winning without even trying, her tits we little little wrecking balls, pushing and crushing Sel with little problem, the stomachs pushed together hard, and Ivy's iron belly was unforgiving. Sel was doing fine, but didn't see a path to victory like this.
   Sel twisted Ivy in her arms, and slammed her down, breaking the hug, and stunning Ivy. Sel was quick to grab Ivy in a Sambo hold, slinging Ivy back into a massive tree. Ivy hit the tree hard, smacking her head and shoulders, falling to her knees looking dazed. Sel didn't hesitate to hit Ivy square in the jaw with a flying knee, and Mila and Sami were there before Ivy even hit the ground.
   Mila with a flying kick that Sel ducked, and Sami colliding into her belly first, slamming Sel into the same tree that Ivy had collided with. The melee that ensued was quickly paced, with Sel focusing on Mila, who she knew was the weaker opponent. As Ivy was starting to get back up, Sel grabbed her sister and spun her around a few times before throwing her at Ivy, bodies and limbs smashing together. They both we stunned again, and it was just Sami and Sel for a moment.
   Sami started using her footwork to stay mobile, and as Sel advanced on her, Sami focused on throwing a strike and then evading the counter, using her movement to confuse Sel. Seleena was running on pure rage now, and she was getting more angry every time Sami dodged or evaded.
   The long distance fight went on for a few minutes, Sami mostly throwing kicks and quick strikes to the legs and midsection of Seleena, doing her best to stay a step ahead. The befuddling movement was working for Sami, as Sel had only landed a few grazing body blows. Besides, Sami was confident she could take the strikes regardless, but this style of fighting was a good way to wear out Sel and get her to make a mistake. At the same time, Sami was watching her allies recover, and she wanted to give them a few minutes to make sure they were all ready for the next round.
   Sel faked a punch, and then charged ahead to try and wrestle Sam to the ground, the two of them back in a showdown where Sel seemed to have an advantage. Her years of acrobats and conditioning gave her a a great sense of balance, and her Judo and Sambo training was idea for this  situation. Sel got her body to the side of Sam, and tried again to throw her down. Sami struggled to keep her balance, and really didn't want Seleena on top of her. Sel got lower, and Sami almost lost her footing. Just as it was looking bad, the cavalry arrived, Ivy and Mila joining in, and it quickly turned around, with them trying to take down Seleena. Still, she was holding her footing, her nude body looking like a gladiator, as she used all her power and leverage to fight for her life. She even managed to get some knees and punches in, the style of dirty boxing that was common in MMA.
   The giant trunk-like legs of Sel were holding her up, Sami in the front, Mila and Ivy on her flanks. The tangle of limbs was like synchronized dancers, the 8 legs moving in chorus as the struggle went on. Sel was pushing forward and the other three girls were losing ground as those giant legs churned. After a few more minutes, it was clear that Sel wasn't weakening, and she was just too strong. Her legs were still strong, and Mila and Ivy were still not fully recovered from the damage they took earlier in the fight. Mila especially was having problems keeping up, and Sel was still throwing some quick punches into her belly, the muscles having trouble resisting. Sami had an idea, and suggested they start mixing in punches and knee strikes. They had to be sure not to lose balance, so they would keep the strikes limited.
   After a few more minutes of the stalemate, the punches were starting to pile up. The blows to the stomach were not so bad, but her arms and legs were starting to hurt a bit more. Samantha especially was throwing strong punches to her thigh, having the annoying effect of a charlie horse.
   Sel realized that the longer the fight went like this, the more the advantage would turn to her opponents. Sel was convinced she could win, and she figured this was time to end this. At the top of her longs, she started singing the Russian national anthem, and put all her strength into pushing Sami back, out of the field and back towards the treeline. One foot after another, she kept advancing, and the girls couldn't stop her. Ivy and Mila whispered to each other, getting their heads close behind Sel. With her still piping the Russian anthem, she couldn't hear them. A few seconds later, each girl grabbed one of Sel's arms, and hopped up onto her, wrapping their legs tightly around her waist, keeping her arms tangled up as well. Samantha re-positioned her arms, putting her arms under Sel's, tits pushing together, Sami squeezing Sel in a tight hug. Still, Seleena pushed on. Her leg strength was off the charts, her boobs were again cutting into Sami's big jugs. Sami had giant and magnificent boobs, but the smaller tight little tits of the Russian were better equipped to push into the flesh covering Sami's steel pecs and muscle. It was simple, the meaty boobs were just soft fat and flesh, and the steel pecs underneath couldn't stop it from hurting when they pressed together. Sami let the bearhug go, and lowered her arms around the Russians waist, Sami getting her body lower, putting her legs into trying to stop Sel, but she just kept going. One step, then another. It was amazing how strong she was, and Sami knew she had to stop her, the best chance of winning this fight was keeping it in the open. With the throws that Sel was using, the trees were dangerous, especially for Mila and Ivy, who it seemed Sel could throw around with ease.
   Sami decided to switch her strategy again, and started focusing on attacking Sel's leg, with viscous leg kicks and punches. The kicks to the lower leg were having more of an effect, putting stress on the knee, while the thick meaty thighs were absorbing everything. Mila and Ivy were squeezing as hard as they could, but they didn't seem to be making any progress either. Sturdy Seleena was just unstoppable, and another 20 feet and they would be back in the trees.
   “Get down, leave her to me!” Sami ordered. “Go back to the firepit, don't get too close.” Sami continued, and Mila and Ivy were quick to hop off Seleena, and retreat to the large campsite near the far end of the grassy field. It had a few rocks to sit on, near a big fire-pit, and a few trees with a big canopy of shade.
   As soon as the girls dropped off, Sami used the grip she had, arms around Sel's waist, and picked her up in a strong hug as she stood upright. Sel was quick to wrap her legs around the sides of Sami, and used her hands to try and choke Sami. Sami responded by dropping her chin to her chest, keeping her neck from being exposed, Sami turned around, facing the big trees about 10 feet away, and she charged as hard as she could, slamming Sel into the tree. The crash was like a car accident, and Sami turned to the left, and did it again. After a short charge, she slammed Sel into a medium sized tree, the trunk snapping like a twig, a sharp shard of wood sticking hard into the back of Sel. It wasn't anything serious, but she was forced to let her scissorhold go, and dropped her legs to the ground, focusing on pulling the shard of wood out. It was a few inches of wood, but only half of it went in, a little above her hip. As she pulled the stake out, blood started to flow freely. Sel was distracted, and Sami picked her up and slammed her down in a hard suplex, turning just slightly so her back hit the ground right where the wound was. Sami postured up and started throwing some huge punches, staying in Sel's guard, before picking her up and slamming her again. The ground was covered in blood, and it was starting to get on Sami as well, her arms getting slippery with the blood. Sel used the quick lull to stand up, and Sami squeezed and lifted again, turning and slamming Sel into another tree. This one was truly giant, and Sel's back had a ton of room to rest on, as Sami squared up again. Like a battering ram, Sami rammed her belly into Sel, crushing her between the big belly and the tree. This went on for a couple minutes, and Sel was looking worse for the wear. She was still bleeding, her face was bruised, her leg had a giant welt, and she was breathing deep as Sami smashed into her again and again.
   Sami looked fresh, and still was looking strong. Her nude body imposing, she was gaining confidence and momentum. Sel was far from done, and was taking a moment to catch her breath.
   Sami pushed her stomach in with all her might, and it was a contest between her big iron belly, and Sel's thick abs. Sami's muscle gut was giant and hard as rock, Sel tried to throw a few punches, but they bounced of harmless. Not only did Sami have a giant strong belly, but underneath the fat, it felt even harder than Ivy's! Sel was amazed, but far from ready to give up. After a few minutes of being crushed, Sel feigned to the side, like she was trying to escape. As Sami started to turn with her, Sel used her leverage to put her leg behind Sami, and as Sami turned, she executed a trip, separating the girls. As Sami started to get up, Seleena kicked her in the side of the neck, connecting with her jaw, bit Sami didn't seem to flinch.
   Sel pulled back, and as Sami got up, she unloaded another giant punch flush on the jaw of Sami, but again she didn't even flinch. Sami got her balance back, and now it was her turn to be angry. She jumped and threw a kick to the side of Sel, and then with her other leg threw a high kick to the head of Sel, who was clearly stunned by the second kick. Sami followed it with a snapping kick that caught Sel right on the spot that she had been stuck by the wood shard, and followed it with a hard punch right to the nose. Sel looked stunned, as her nose erupted in blood. The blood flowing from her hip was still pouring out, and Sami snapped out another kick, followed by a few punches to the stomach and a hard jab to the eye of Sel, knocking her back again. Seleena stumbled back a few steps, the last punch causing her face to swell up. Seleena looked terrible, covered in blood, face swollen, covered in welts.
   As Sami moved forward, Seleena surprised her with a back handspring, bringing her legs out to kick Sami right in the chest, the raw force of the kick knocked Sami back onto her butt, but didn't do a lot of damage. Seleena charged back towards the fire pit, her eyes set on her sister. Mila and Ivy had been watching the fight in suspense, really not sure how it would end. Sami was quick to get back up, and she started running after Sel.
   As soon as Sel got close to Mila, she led with a flying kick. The brutal kick hurt Mila, and Sel didn't waste any time throwing some more punches. Mila tried to swing back, aiming for the bloody nose, but Sel ducked low, and threw a combo of two punches to the stomach, stunning Mila, and then followed it up with a powerful hook catching her right behind the ear. As Mila lost her footing, Sel threw a punch, then another, then another. They hit hard right in the liver, and Mila crumbled in pain, just as Ivy closed in, Samantha a few steps behind.
   Ivy feigned a left high kick, but Sel was so quick she grabbed Ivy before she could finish her attack. The big Russian locked her left arm over Ivy's shoulder, her other arm under the crotch, and lifted her up and then down in a brutal bodyslam. She stomped on her crotch, and then grabbed Ivy by the angle, throwing her like a toy.
   Samantha collided with her, and Sel was knocked down into the dirt. Ivy was holding her sore pussy, and felt like her shoulder was dislocated. She got up to her knees, and was still in pain, as she felt Sel land on her back, in a brutal flip. Ivy was crushed under the giant butt, and Seleena sat down, locking her legs around the blondes neck. Right as Samantha got close, Seleena got to her feet, Ivy's neck crushed in a standing headscissor. Sel squeezed as hard as she could, her giant butt clenching and her legs flexing, and Ivy felt like bone was crunching. Ivy reached up to grab at the legs and butt, and it felt like a granite statue, the giant butt wasn't for show, and the power was crippling. Ivy couldn't breathe, and she felt the lack of blood was knocking her out.
   Samantha was frantically attacking Seleena, first trying to get the legs apart, then moving on to attacking her gut.
   As Ivy began to fade, her last thought was how ridiculously pumped the big booty of the Russian was, and then she was out. Seleena was still squeezing poor Ivy, and Samantha had an idea, and she snapped forward onto her hands and wrapped her legs around the neck of Seleena. Sel knew she couldn't stay like this or she'd be out cold just like Ivy. She let the legs go, and dropped again onto Ivy, her huge booty crushing the poor blonde. Sel started to grind her but even more, and Sami had no choice but to let go of her scissor, dropping onto her back. Sel was quick to hop from Ivy to Samantha, mounting her. Sel grabbed Sami's wrists and pinned her down, sitting snugly on Sami's belly, Sel started to ride.
   Mila was starting to get back to her feet, but her body was beaten and she could hardly stand. Ivy was out cold, her shoulder twisted, her arm likely broken. Samantha was pinned down, Seleena still bleeding on her from the wound on her hip. Her face was swollen, one eye almost shut, but the bleeding nose had ceased. Seleena had good posture, and used it to ride Samantha, her giant butt slamming down over and over again on Sami's big belly. Sel was using her whole body to generate power, and the slams were bone shattering. Her giant butt was solid muscle, and hard as two wrecking balls.
   After almost ten minutes, Samantha was being worn out. Seleena was mixing in some slaps to the face, and she was dropping her butt harder and harder, Samantha starting to grunt and her stomach was losing the battle against the unstoppable iron cheeks of the Russian girl. Seleena could feel Sami's belly giving way to her butt, and she was really digging in. She would bring her whole butt up, and could see the fear in Sami's eyes in anticipation of the butt drop. Then Sel brought it down, and could feel the stomach giving way, holding her butt there crushing the ab muscles, before she would let it go again. After another few minutes, she sped up the pace, giving Sami no time to recover. Tears welling in her eyes, Samantha was really starting to hurt.
   Mila was watching it all, and finally got to her feet, and made her way over. She did her best to try and dislodge her sister, but Sel just grabbed reached up and grabbed her around the throat. Sami tried to get up, but she was out if breath and sore. In a flash, Mila was slammed down on top of Sami.
   Sel positioned herself on top of both, and started again, dropping her butt onto Mila and Samantha, driving her sister into poor Sami, who felt like she was being crushed. Still, it was Mila who was getting the worst of it, and she was out so quickly that Sel was disappointed. She pulled her sister out from under her, and went back to work on Samantha. Seleena was enjoying this, feeling like a queen. She looked over to see Ivy finally waking up, but she was on the ground, broken. Sami was hardly even fighting back, and Sel was really getting into her attacks, standing up and dropping her full weight on Sami, pushing the air out of her and starting to do some serious damage. Sami was nearly out, begging for Seleena to stop, and stop she did. She turned around, and planted her butt snugly on Sami's face. She enjoyed the facesit, and took the chance to start punching Sami in her bruised belly. Sami struggled for air, and Sel switched between a suffocating Sami, squeezing her neck with her knees and thighs, and dropping her butt onto Sam's pretty face. After another few minutes, Sami's face was covered in welts, her nose busted. She was sobbing, especially from the belly punches, afraid at what could happen next. Seleena was laughing, her punches making Sami's whole body tremble. Sel dropped her soaking pussy snug on Sami, ready to finish it. She sat there for 5 minutes, Sami ceased moving and struggling, she wasn't even breathing. Mila was laying on the ground, cowering in fear. Ivy was too injured to fight back.
   Seleena got to her feet, leaving the broken Samantha on the ground, and moved to Ivy. She picked her up with one hand, and started to punch her in the stomach. Ivy's stomach was still holding up, but Seleena knew it was just a matter of time.
   Before she knew what was happening, Sel felt two strong arms wrap around her waist, and she let Ivy go as she was slammed bag in a German suplex, her head crashing to the ground, Sami rolling back and on top of her like an acrobat. Seleena couldn't believe what had happened, never imagining that Sami could hold her breath that long, but now she was dizzy with a possible concussion, and Sami was on top of her.
   Samantha returned the favor, straddling Seleena and pinning her down, and she started riding her the same way Sel had done to her. Sami was full of adrenaline, and her butt was superior in every way. It was bigger, and far more destructive. She started slow, using her hips to grind her butt into Seleena. She gained momentum, and before long she was lifting her giant booty and dropping it like a bomb. Seleena was screaming profanities, mostly in Russian. Before long, the effect of the drops was evident as she was quiet, and losing her breath. Sami had a giant butt that was much bigger, wider, stronger, and toned beyond belief. Sami was alternating between dropping on the belly and tits of the sturdy Russian. Seleena was being destroyed, her poor boobs flattened and mangled, her abs were being overwhelmed.
   Sami took a minute to let Seleena rest, and then she stood up, and did backflip, her butt dropping straight onto Seleena's poor tummy, taking the wind out of her completely, like letting the air out of a balloon. Samantha did it again, and again. Seleena was hardly moving, and then Samantha twisted her body around. Samantha sat down on Sel's face, and locked her legs around the Russian's neck. Sam had her legs snug around the neck, with her pretty kitty covering the face and nose. She loved this position, as it also gave her the perfect angle to punch Sel in the stomach.
   Sami started punching, and squeezed with her thighs. Ivy watched approvingly, assured that Seleena wasn't even in the same class as Sami when it came to the booty. Watching her big legs flex, the booty squeezed together in an almost sublime way as the muscle butt contorted, transferring an absurd amount of power to the scissorhold. Seleena was still confused, had Sami been faking it the whole time? The punches were crushing her, she couldn't even flex her abs. It felt like she had broken ribs, and would she have a broken neck?
   “I submit. Please let me go?” Seleena begged, hoping for mercy. She couldn't believe when Samantha let her up, and hopped to her feet.
   Samantha starting pounding her own belly, laughing and taunting Seleena. She was mostly unhurt, acting beaten was all an act. Aside from the damage to her nose and face, Samantha was hardly even hurt.
   Sel looked up, and she was still pounding her stomach. Was it all for show? Seleena struggled to her feet, and Samantha just stood there. Seleena pulled back her fist, and threw the hardest punch she was capable of. Seleena watched as Sami's belly sucked in just slightly, the muscle fully under control and flexed, and Seleena fell to the ground, her hand crushed. She knew that Samantha was toying with her the whole time, that Samantha was physically superior to in every way. If it wasn't for Samantha trying to protect Ivy, Sel knew she wouldn't have ever been able to win.
   Samantha looked at her again, punching her flexed stomach, the sound shook the whole forest, her indestructible abs were harder than steel. Samantha flexed her legs and brought up one arm in a flex, and Sel was truly afraid. The legs were simply massive, the thighs were as big as a tree trunk, her tits looked completely perfect, barely any sagging despite the massive cup size, the muscle underneath holding them up as perfect as some little perky A cup. Sel had already seen the massive booty, unlike anything she had ever seen. Sam's bicep was giant and round. But most impressive was the belly, it was huge and strong, even stronger than her superhuman abs enhanced by the serum. The belly was so hard, she couldn't even understand the true potential of this girl. Still Sami went, smacking her belly over and over, almost like a gorilla pounding its chest. Sel wanted to kiss it, to touch it, to worship it.

   Superior, indestructible, invincible, unbeatable. That was all Sel could think. As Mila and Ivy got back to their feet, Sel ran for it. All three girls followed her, and she ran and ran. As she got near the edge of the huge ravine, the three girls got close. From under a rock, she pulled a loaded revolver. All three girls froze, as she cocked it and aimed. First at Sami, then at Mila, then at Ivy. They stood there, frozen, and Sel grabbed Ivy and put the gun to her head. Mila started to move, and she got closer, Sela aiming the gun at her. The last thing Ivy and Sami heard was a gunshot, as they saw Mila tackle her sister, and they both went careening off the side of the ravine. Far, far down to the river below, and down the waterfall, never to be seen again by Ivy or Samantha.
   Ivy and Samantha returned to the small pavilion, started a fire, and just lay in each others arms under a blanket in silence till they fell asleep. For them, life would go on.

[jhunter]

Nice to see more. Keep up the good work.

[Jeremy Lightning]

That was an epic fight scene, well worth the wait, it was built up so well, and I think it delivered, Seleena seemed to be in control a lot of the time, but it appeared that Sami had trained herself to such a state that she could take all of what Seleena had to offer and more. But what Seleena did was impressive, nonetheless, dominating Ivy, Mila and Sami at one point. I don't know if this is the end, but if it is, it went out on a high note. k+!

[Yag]

Not even close to the end. Lot's more to come, I hope to add a chapter at least every week for the next month or two, I am not letting my computer out of my sight=) Heather and Sara have a few chapters coming, and then Sami and Ivy will face Lori and Karyn, lots more to go. Thanks for the encouragement, glad you liked it.