Fantasy Island Revisited part 1... and 2

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Hey y'all.

You know how your favorite authors always start these great stories that have lots of potential, only to never finish them?  Well 16.5 years ago, one of my favorite authors, Lomax, whose stories can be found smattered across thevalkyrie misc bookshelves, wrote a story that set up what I thought would be a really cool story.  He never finished it, so I decided to take a stab at it.

So first, I'm going to copy Lomax's story from thevalkyrie, and then I'll post my continuation.  So here we go.



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Fantasy Island Revisited.  Part 1
By Lomax


"Hey, Baas!  What is her fantasy?"  Tatoo exclaimed, gesturing toward the dark-
haired, attractive woman who had just stepped from the boat and was walking
toward them cross the lawn.  "Tattoo'[Mr. Rork leaned close and spoke in a low
voice so as not to be overheard]'her fantasy is very unusual.  She wants to'turn
her body into a weapon'to become extremely hard and strong'to become "cut,"
"ripped," and "chiseled" beyond belief'and she wants to fight the world
heavyweight champion, in the ring."  "But Baas!" Tattoo exclaimed.  "She is only
a woman.  It's impossible!"  But Mr. Rork had no time to answer.  The woman had
approached and was standing before them.  Her hair, long and lush, fell in a
dark sheet across her shoulder as she came up.  "Welcome," Mr.
Rork said, extending his hand, "Welcome to Fantasy Island."

A short while later, Heather came into Rork's office. 

Heather's training had begun.  In the strange time-warp of the island, her match
against Lennox Lewis, the heavyweight champion, would take place in 6 weeks.  If
she didn't pull out, her trainer told her.  Fred shook his head as he handed her
a pair of 25-pound weights.  "I don't know if this is going to happen," he
muttered.  "Do you doubt me, Fred?" Heather asked.  She held the barbells.  They
felt heavy, but her muscles felt energized by the chance to defy them.  Fred
instructed her to curl the barbells, alternately, one arm, then the other, a set
of 20.  As she did so, he observed her posture.  He also admired her body.  Her
figure was absolutely exquisite: curved hips, slim waist, nice-sized breasts. 
Her arms were smooth, yet wiry, with good definition already.  Fred had
trained a lot of people before; he was an expert.  He knew how to make people's
bodies hard as hell, if his client was willing to work enough.  But he couldn't
see turning a 5 foot 5, 128 pound woman!, of all things, into an opponent for
Lennox Lewis.  The fighter he would bring in to coach her in fighting would
teach her how to box, but what good would it do?
Heather finished the set.  Fred instructed her to do another set.  Her arms
really ached now, but she loved the strain.  She loved the feeling of getting
stronger, the burn as her muscles contracted and grew harder.  She finished the
set.  Fred told her to do a third.  By the time she finished the third set, her
arms were on fire.  She was ready for more.  Next came stomach muscles.  Fred
didn't want to waste gym time on situps.  He instructed her to do 300 before bed
every night, another 300 in the morning.  Heather couldn't believe it, but she
smiled because she loved that Fred was starting to believe in her.  Her stomach
looked smooth and solid.  Fred almost felt bad prescribing the situps, thinking
of the changes that stomach would have to endure.  But it was she who had said
she wanted to be chiseled.  She would be, he thought.  Fred told her to lie on
her back on the mat.  He walked away and came back with a bowling ball.  He told
her "now I'm going to drop this on your stomach.  You throw it back up to me."
He dropped the ball, and it smacked her stomach hard.  She had a quick intake of
breath and a moment of nausea, but she quickly recovered.  She grasped the ball
with both hands and pushed it off.  The ball rose two feet and fell back down,
smacking her stomach again.  Ouch!  She realized, "This is going to be really
tough!"  She gathered up the ball again, and this time, really put some
force behind it.  The ball shot upward, and Fred caught it.  He smiled: she
didn't give up quickly, that was for sure.  He immediately dropped the ball on
her stomach again.  She tossed it back up.  They continued another 20 times.  By
this point, Heather's triceps were sorer than she'd ever felt, but she felt
great. 
Next, it was outside and the track.  Fred told Heather to run the track 12
times; twice was a mile.  She started to run, and Fred went back inside.  A
minute later, he came back with the 25-pound weights.  He motioned to Heather to
stop running.  When she came over, he handed her the weights.  "Run with these,"
he told her.  "Finish the laps."  She ran with the weights in her hands, not
slowing down.

It had been one week, so Mr. Rork called Heather into his office.  "Well, he
said," you are looking good!  How is it going?"  She did look good.  Her sleek
hair fell across shoulders that looked hard.  Her arms were beginning to be cut,
with veins visible across her biceps.  Her stomach was flat and hard and ridged,
like a washboard.  The muscles in her legs danced as she walked.  "It's going
well!" she told him, with a smile.  "Your trainer is great.  I start my boxing
lessons today."  "Good, that's good," Mr. Rork smiled. 
"But be careful'" he warned.  Heather looked up expectantly.  "What you are
about to attempt, is very dangerous."  Heather smiled back.  "So am I," she
said.

In the gym, her routine was the same, but now she was curling 40-pound weights. 
These were also the ones she had to run with.  And Fred was no longer using
bowling balls.  Now he had a 50-pound ball that he dropped on her midsection. 
Heather had been doing her sit-ups as assigned.  Her stomach muscles were rock-
hard and her midsection looked like the granite rock-face of a mountain.  Fred
timed her when she ran the track, and to his amazement, her times were
increasing.  As her muscles hardened and her body became more and more defined,
she seemed to be gaining in energy, too.  And that was not the fault of the
island; it was simply the result of Heather's dedication and will. 

Her fighting lessons were also going well.  Mick, her coach, was a professional. 
He was impressed by how quickly she learned.  And he had never coached a body
that was so well trained, or so hard.  He didn't think the fight with Lewis was
for real.  Nonetheless, at Heather's insistence, he arranged her first match to
be against a male fighter, even though he thought it was probably a mistake. 
Her opponent was a lightweight, 135-pound amateur fighter named Hugo.  Hugo was
furious when he found out he was fighting a woman, and had boasted to all his
friends that he would knock her out in the first round.   
Heather was excited about the match, about finally getting a chance to prove
herself to Mick.  Fred was there, and the crowd was about 100 spectators,
intrigued at the idea of seeing a mixed sexes fight.  Heather stepped into the
ring wearing a black sleeveless top that cut off above her midriff, and boxing
shorts.  As she walked out under the lights, people leaned forward, shocked at
her muscles, her iron-board stomach, her ripped arms, her chiseled legs and
thighs of stone.  The fight began.  Hugo wasted no time, coming directly for
her.  He hit her with a dizzying barrage of shots, mostly to the head and neck. 
She was able to protect herself, but taken by surprise, found herself backing
up, into the ropes.  Sensing his advantage, Hugo came in close and began to
pound her in the stomach.  Suddenly, he backed up and realized that she had
raised her arms, not even bothering to defend the blows.  Slowly, Heather raised
her arms over her head, reached back, and, as if coincidentally, undid her hair
and shook it out.  The audience laughed, and it had the desired effect on Hugo:
he turned red with rage, drew back his right fist, and drove it into her midriff
with all his strength.  There was a shrill yell, but not from Heather.  It was
Hugo, recoiling from the stinging pain in his arm.  Heather walked toward him,
smiling. 
Just then, the ring ended the first round.
When the second round started, Hugo came out a bit less confidently.  He was
trying not to hold his arm, but the pain was killing him.  Heather circled,
danced in and out, practicing the steps she had learned, but not trying to tag
him at all.  It got to the point where he seemed to be backing up and retreating
all over the ring, as she pursued him, goading him to hit her again.  She was
taunting him, daring him to hit her.  Finally Hugo realized he had no choice. 
As Heather turned away from him, and flexed her muscles to the crowd, he rushed
at her, hoping to catch her by surprise.  But Heather was more than ready: as
Hugo hurtled toward her, she bent low, so that his momentum carried him
across and over her right shoulder.  She placed her hand on his stomach, then
pushed suddenly and powerfully upward, simultaneously standing up, until she had
pressed him up over her head.
Heather walked to the edge of the ring, carrying Hugo's 130 pounds over her
head, in one hand. 
When Heather put Hugo down, he shook unsteadily, more from humiliation than
actual exhaustion. 
She hit him then, a single punch with her left fist that snapped his head back,
and convulsed his entire body, as he collapsed in an unconscious heap on the
floor.  The referee raised Heather's strong, incredibly chiseled right arm high
in the air.

The following week, Fred didn't let up on her workouts at all.  They still
continued with the usual routines.  But now, Heather was curling 60-pound
barbells.  Fred now had to have two men, big men, help him with the stomach
exercise: the three of them, together, hefted a 120-pound iron ball, which they
then dropped unceremoniously on Heather's midriff.  She tossed it back up to
them, and they repeated it.  Fred had to admit that by this point Heather was
much stronger than him.  In fact, he was starting to think her strength had
surpassed that of any athlete he had seen.  Her stomach was hard beyond belief. 
When she ran the track, she carried the 60-pound barbells.  In addition, Fred
made her race against men who sprinted against her for a lap.  Sprinting,
pretending the 60-pound weights were weightless, was Heather's favorite game. 
She felt energized as she soared past the tired men, who stared in disbelief at
the girl who had passed them while carrying 120 pounds in her hands.  Her
strength was growing by leaps and bounds. 
Now, however, Fred had amped up the workout with a new routine.  He told Heather
to stand still, with her feet  slightly apart, and raise her arms out to her
sides, until they were parallel with the floor.  She did so.  Then, using two
hands to life each one, Fred handed her the 60-pound weights.  "Keep holding 'em
out like that," he told her.  Heather tensed her arm muscles, flexing her biceps
and triceps as hard as she could, and found that she could hold the weights. 
Her arms did not move.  Soon, however, her arms burned.  She felt sweat dripping
down her back, dripping down between her breasts.  However, she wouldn't let
herself release the weights.  Somehow, she kept her arms at 90%, but they
started shaking slightly.  Through the corner of her eye she saw Fred motioning
toward the dark corner of the room.  From the shadows, a dark shape emerged and
gradually materialized into the figure of a man as he sauntered over.  Dressed
in nothing but boxing shorts, he was short and heavily built.  "Stay where you
are.  Don't move," Fred cautioned Heather, as she was trying to turn to see what
was happening.  "This is Diego, your new sparring partner."  He turned and held
a brief, whispered conversation with Diego.  Then he turned to Heather.  "You '
don't move.  Until you have to."  She was still holding the 60-pound barbells at
90% to her body, but she knew she couldn't keep it up any longer.  Fred turned
and left the room.  As the door clanged shut behind him, Diego moved in. 
Crouching low into a boxing stance, he let loose at Heather with a sharp jab to
her stomach.  Heather's stomach muscles were so hard that it didn't hurt, but it
took her by surprise.  She leapt back and dropped the weights.  "Holy shit,
girl, you got some six-pack," Diego muttered.  Fred burst through the door.  "I
thought I told you to keep holding those weights!" He looked pissed off.  "Now
you want to fight Lewis or not?"  Heather felt herself turning red from anger
and embarrassment.  Fred handed her back the weights, one at a time.  "This
training session doesn't end until either he makes you step back or he gives
up," Fred told her.  Heather raised the barbells back into position and gritted
her teeth.  "Bring it on" she said to herself.  She willed herself to raise the
barbells back into position.  Diego closed in and delivered a sharp jab to her
midriff.  Heather closed her eyes and focused.  Diego hit her again, then again. 
But his blows didn't hurt.  Compared to the medicine ball, it was nothing.  Just
as Diego danced back in for another shot, she tensed her stomach muscles as hard
as she could.  Diego launched a hard right.  "Ouch!" he yelled, jumping back. 
Diego rubbed his fist in pain.  Heather grinned to herself; she knew she would
win this competition, as long as she could hold the barbells in place.  She
hardened her arms and held on.  The knotted veins in her forearms bulged from
the strain. 
"Fuck this!" Diego spat, and walked away.  Suddenly the gym door opened and Fred
came in, placed a hand on Diego's shoulder and spun him around.  "Where the hell
you think you're going, macho man? You see that girl?" He gestured toward
Heather.  Unwillingly Diego raised his eyes to look at her.  She flexed her abs
again as hard as she could, making the hard ridges stand out in bold relief
under the gym lights.  "This here little training session ain't over 'til you
either move her backwards, or YOU drop dead 'cause you're too tired to hit any
more, you got that?" Fred reminded Diego. 
Resigned, Diego got back to work.  He drilled Heather with a series of jabs,
which had no effect.  Then, he drew back his right, but thought it over and got
ready with his left instead.  He thought that over too, and decided it was
better to still have one good arm.  Diego didn't know what to do.  Fred stood
there, watching.  He was actually staring in amazement at Heather's rock-hard
body.  He couldn't believe she was still holding the 60-pound weights ' it
didn't seem possible.  She was stronger than anyone. 
"Come on, macho man!" he called out.  Furious and humiliated, Diego fell upon
Heather with a dizzying series of punches to her midriff.  Again and again, he
pummeled her, letting go of all his inhibitions in a huge yell of rage.  Through
the entire barrage, she continued to stand still, holding the 60-pound barbells
at 90% angles to her body, immovable, hard as stone.  Finally Diego collapsed in
a sweat-soaked, exhausted heap at her feet.  Heather placed one foot on his
chest.  Then, she raised the two barbells in a double-biceps pose, flexed her
arms to rock-hard, chiseled definition, and smiled at Fred.  "I'm ready," she
told him.

To be continued'

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And now, my continuation.



Fantasy Island Revisited. Part 2
By Spoonmaster


Heather was nervous.  Just yesterday she had been so confident, but now she was heading toward the ring to fight Lennox Lewis!  The Undisputed Heavyweight Champion of the World!  He had won 41 of 44 bouts, 32 by knockout, and has been widely considered the greatest boxer of all time.  He had been boxing his whole life, while she had only been training for the last 6 weeks!  It seemed inconceivable that she'd even have a chance, though she had been training at Fantasy Island, a place where dreams came true.

There were a few hundred people in the crowd, other guests of the island, others employees.  Everyone seemed to have come out for the fight.  She hoped she could give them a good show.  She was accompanied to the ring by Fred, her trainer.  She was announced as she slipped under the ropes. 

"And now ladies and gentlemen, for our main event.  First to enter the ring, she is a guest here at the island.  Standing at 5'5" tall, weighing in at 128lbs, and wearing white trunks.  Heather Steele!"  Steele wasn't her real last name, but it sounded like a cool name for a boxer.

As she shrugged out of her robe she heard a couple of gasps and more than a few catcalls.  The catcalls were nothing new.  Heather knew she was beautiful.  Her hourglass figure with curved hips, a slim waist, and large, firm breasts had always caught the attention of men wherever she had gone.  But the gasps were new.  The lean muscles in her legs, arms and torso had been there before too, but now the muscle was a little bigger, a lot more defined, and hard as a rock.  She raised her arms and flexed her baseball sized biceps for the crowd.  It was clear that most people in the audience were not used to seeing a woman with such incredible definition.  Their reaction made her feel good.

Every head turned from the ring as Lennox Lewis strode into the arena, surrounded by a cadre of men.  Heather couldn't blame them.  Lewis was a worldwide celebrity and garnered such attention wherever he went.  Even Heather was anxious to get a look at the Champ.

"And her opponent, making his way to ring right now.  Hailing from London, England, in the black trunks.  Standing at 6'5" tall and weighing in at 257lbs.   He is the Undisputed Heavyweight Champion of the World.  Lennox Lewis!"  The crowd went wild.

Heather hadn't realized how big he was.  Over the past month she had sparred several times, but against guys who were only 10-20lbs heavier than she was.  Lewis was a full foot taller with undoubtably much further reach, and was double her weight!  All of it solid muscle.  He lacked her definition, but more than made up for it in  sheer size, which was never clearer than when they stood face to face in the center of the rings to get their instructions.  It was to be a little unconventional boxing match.  No gloves were to be worn.  Lewis had his hands heavily taped, Heather hadn't even bothered with that.  It was a no hold barred match, virtually everything was legal besides eye pokes and low blows, and the match would only end when one of them was completely knocked out. 

Heather looked up at her opponent, wondering if she had a real chance to win.  He towered over her, and was twice as wide.  Again, she could feel her stomach flutter as she went back to her corner.  She took a few slow breaths to try to calm her nerves.  Then the bell rang.

"Try not to get yourself killed out there."  She heard Fred call after her.  She half wanted to turn around and knock his head off, but she would need all her concentration for the fight ahead.

Round 1.

Heather could tell right away that Lewis wasn't taking her lightly.  She had wondered whether she'd get his best shot.  Mr Roarke assured her the fight would be quite real, as would any injury she would sustain.  Lewis approached her in a fighting stance, ready to pounce.  He sprang right at her, with the quickness of a striking snake, and launched his fist right at her face.

She was stunned at how fast the big man moved.  He was so much quicker than the sparing partners she had faced.  It was sheer luck that she managed to duck out of the way.  Heather had no time to celebrate, Lewis followed up his missed blow immediately, and just as quickly, Heather just barely had time to twist her body out of his way!

Lewis continued with a relentless barrage of rights and lefts aimed at her head and torso.  The man was incredibly fast, but Heather proved faster as time after time she was able to bob and weave away from his hammer-like fists.  It took her a minute to get her footing, and she spent the beginning of the round on the verge of tripping over her own two feet, but she finally regained her balance and began evading his punches with more finesse.

As the round began to wind down, Heather was met with a realization, she was faster than he was!  As fast as he was throwing punches, she was quicker, and while his earlier blows came dangerously close to connecting with her, once she found her rhythm, she found evading his attacks to be almost easy!  She was getting a little cocky and decided to try to see if she could humiliate the big man a little.  As he threw his next punch, she grabbed his wrist, stopping his arm just inches from her face.  The big man tried to pull his arm away, but Heather squeezed his arm tightly, causing the champ to let out a shout of pain.  He tried to punch her with his other arm, but she caught that one as well.  The big man tried to pull away, but Heather was able to keep her grip and footing.  She was actually a bit surprised at how easy it was to restrain a big, muscular man twice her size. She felt her confidence begin to grow. 

She let him struggle against her for a few moments, reveling in her ability to overpower such an apparently strong man, and then pulled him down and toward her.  Once his face was right in front her hers she planted a long, passionate kiss right on his mouth.  The boxing champ was so stunned at the move that he remained frozen in place as Heather forced her tongue between his lips and ravaged his mouth like an eager lover. 

She finally pulled her mouth away just before the bell rang.  She fixed him with a seductive smile.  "Mr. Lewis, you dirty man."  She said in a playful voice.  Then she put her hands on his chest and pushed.  The force of her push was so strong that the big man left his feet and sailed through the air for several feet before landing on his ass and skidding across the ring all the way to his corner.  He bumped up against the ring post just as the bell rang to end the first round.

With a huge smile for the stunned crowd, she sauntered back to her corner.  She put her finger under Frank's chin and closed his gaping mouth.  "Like what you see?  Keep watching.  I'm just getting started."

Heather was brimming with confidence.  She had just proven to everyone that she was faster than the big man, and she was pretty sure that she was stronger too.  She was starting to think that despite the fact that Lennox Lewis was so much bigger than she was, and a professional boxer, that he was the one who was out of his league.  When the bell rang to start the second round, she strutted out from her corner confidently.  Time to have some fun!

Round 2.

Heather approached Lewis with confidence.  She knew she could easily evade any attack he made.  It was time to see what else she could do.  Lewis came out of his corner a little less sure of himself, but still looking ready to attack.  Let's see what happens if I let him.

Heather tapped her stomach a couple times.  "You were having a hard time touching me last round.  How bout I give you a chance to see if those big manly muscles of yours can do anything to my rock hard abs."  Lewis hesitated, clearly expecting some kind of trick.  Heather spread her hands out to her sides.  "Come on, big guy.  Show me what you got."

Lewis stepped in and threw a jab right to her belly.  Heather saw it coming.  She could have dodged it, or parried it, but she wanted to see just what the thousands of crunches and all of her training got her.  It took all of her willpower not to move as she watched his large, muscular arm propel his hammer like fist toward her midsection, and she winced right as his fist connected with a loud SMACK!  But the pain she was expecting never came.  His fist just bounced off her stomach.  It didn't hurt at all! 

She felt a huge grin creep up her face as she realized her abs were more than strong enough to handle whatever he could dish out.  She placed her hands on her waist and cocked her hips to one side.  "Care to try that again?"

Lennox Lewis looked confused at the ineffectiveness of his attack, and more than a little pissed at her taunt.  He sent two more solid shots to her unprotected belly.  SMACK!  THUD! Again his fists bounced harmlessly off her stomach.  Heather threw her head back and barked out a laugh.  "Oh my god, that was pathetic!  Was that really the best you can do?"

Heather could see she was really getting under the champ's skin.  He squared up on her and started launching punch after punch into her unprotected belly.  Heather watched in unfettered excitement as his strongest punches bounced off her rock hard abs, not hurting her in the least.  It was an incredible revelation!  This big, muscular man, a professional fighter who was twice her size, was absolutely powerless against the hardness of her body!  In a mere 6 weeks she had made her body as hard as steel, able to withstand the hardest punches of history's greatest fighter.  Heather felt powerful, and sexy as hell.

Lewis must have hit her close to 50 times.  Not a single one hurt her in the least, while every now and then he'd shake out his hand after hitting her.  She wondered... before his next punch, she flexed her abs just as hard as she could.  This time when he punched her, HE shouted out in pain.  It made Heather laugh.  "What's wrong big man, did I hit your fist too hard with my tummy?" 

While he was still trying to shake his arm out, Heather threw her first punch.  A solid jab right into his gut.  Her fist sunk right into his belly, penetrating his far inferior stomach muscles.  Lewis expelled a deep breath as her punch forced the air from his lungs.  He dropped down to a knee, his hands holding his injured belly as he tried to suck in oxygen.  Heather knew she could have finished him right then, or at anytime she wanted, but she was having way too much fun to stop now.  She grabbed his head and once more pulled him in for a long, deep kiss.  The big man grabbed at her arms, trying to pull away, but he was powerless to stop her.  She continued to make out with him until she heard the bell sound.  The she let go, and sauntered back to her side of the ring.

"I'm not sure you're allowed to do that."  Frank told her.  Heather could tell the man was clearly turned on by her dominant display.

"At the moment, I think I can do whatever I want to him.  In fact, I think it's time for Mr Lewis to get a crash course in Girl Power."  The bell rang for the next round.  Heather smiled and winked at Fred.  "Watch this."

Round 3.

Heather sauntered into the ring.  Lewis was still doubled over in his corner.  She walked right up to him.  "What are you doing over here?  It's time to come out into the ring and fight."  She reached down and wrapped her hands around Lewis's chest.  Then she pulled him up and flung him toward the center of the ring.  She watched in delight as the big man sailed through the air past the center of the ring before crashing back down to the ground and tumbling into the far corner.  She couldn't believe how easy it was to throw such a big man.  Her muscles were so damned strong!

She skipped across the ring to the champ and bent down.  Lewis looked up and her with a delicious look of amazement.  "I said the center of the ring, you big ape.  Why'd you come all the way over here?"  She slipped her hands under his armpits.  "Here let me help."  She pulled the big man off the ground and gave him another toss.  Once more, his big body went sailing through the air.  This time he made it almost all the way across the ring before falling to the ground and tumbling the rest of the way there.

Heather giggled in delight as she made her way back toward her opponent.  "You seem to keep missing your mark, sweetie.  Let's try something else."  She slipped a hand under his back, and the other under his legs, then scooped the big man up off the ground, cradling him in her arms like a child.  "There you go, I got you." 

She turned and sauntered to the center of the ring, having no trouble handling the weight of the big man.  Lewis looked at her in wonder.  "How are you doing this?"  He croaked.

She smiled at him.  "What, you mean carry you around like a baby?  Oh sweetie, you only weigh 257lbs.  That's nothing when you have strong arms like mine.  Hell, I can do whatever I want with your big, sexy body.  For example I can do this."  She adjusted her arms under him and then started to push up.  Lewis shouted out in stunned amazement as Heather continued lifting her arms until she had pressed the big man all the way up over her head.  She looked up at him in delight.  257lbs, and she was holding him with ease! She felt all powerful!  He was twice her size and he was nothing to her!  She had never felt so sexy in her life!

   Time to continue his humiliation.  "Now why don't you pull yourself together.  And while you're doing that, I'll get a bit of a workout in."  She lowered the big man down to her chest, and then pushed him back up above her head.  It was so easy for her!  She did another rep, then another, she had no trouble handling his weight.  She started humming as she performed rep after rep with the huge man.  She had managed 25 reps before she heard the bell ring. 

   She frowned in mock disappointment.  "Oh pooh, I barely got a descent pump.  Oh well, there's always next round!  Here let me help you back to your corner."  She lowered the big man once more, and then tossed him to his corner.  Lewis flew once more through the air, this time sailing all the way out of the ring.  Heather put her hand up to her mouth in mock surprise.  "Oops.  I guess I don't know my own strength.  Hehehe."

   She strode back to her corner.  Fred offered her a bottle of water.  She hardly needed it, she felt just as fresh as when the match started.  She took it anyway.  She squirted a bit in her mouth before spraying the rest on her face.  She shook her head back and forth, letting the water cascade down her face and hair.  She tossed the empty bottle back to Fred and ran her hands over her hair, wringing off the excess water.  She made sure to flex her biceps as she did and tilted her head back, thrusting out her chest.  She heard Fred moan in ecstasy.  She fixed him with a smoldering look.  "Like what you see?"  She asked in a throaty voice.  She grabbed at his crotch, feeling his rock hard cock under her hand.  "I thought so."  The bell rang.  "Ooo, time for some more fun.

   Round 4

   Heather swayed across the ring.  The champ had pulled himself back into the ring, but was looking a bit more worse for wear.  She gave him a pout.  "Awwww, I'm sorry for throwing you out of the ring.  That wasn't very nice of me at all.  Tell you what..."  She clasped her hands behind her back.  "To make it up to you, I'll let you have a free shot.  How's that sound?"

   The champ staggered to his feet.  He towered over Heather, but his size meant nothing compared to the hardness of her body.  Lewis took a moment to get his feet under him, then threw a jab at her face.  It probably wasn't his best punch.  Heather wasn't sure it would matter if it was.  She could have blocked it with ease, or simply slipped out of the way.  Instead braced her head, flexing her neck and shoulders and let the punch through.

   His fist slammed right into her jaw.  She concentrated all her efforts into keeping her head completely still and succeeded.  Her head didn't budge a bit.  Lewis's fist simply crumpled against her rock hard jaw, causing the big man to shout out in pain as more than one of his knuckles broke.  The punch didn't hurt her in the least.

   "Ooo, that looks like it hurt."  Sage said apologetically.  "Maybe you should try something else."  The big man looked her up and down, trying to find somewhere to hit her.  Heather lifted her arms and flexed all the muscles of her body as hard as she could.  All up and down her body, rock hard muscle exploded from her petite form, a vast tapestry of unabridged power.  "Go ahead big man, put me in my place."

   Lewis hesitated for a moment, then let fly a left handed jab to the only place on her body not covered by rock hard muscle, her full luscious breasts.

   Heather had expected the move, in fact, she was surprised he hadn't tried it sooner.  Again, she let the attack land, completely unconcerned about getting hurt.  Lewis's punch sunk right into her large D cup breast sending a tremor coursing through her body.  Heather let out a moan... not of pain, but of ecstasy.  That felt amazing!  "Mmmmmm," she cooed, "do that again!"

   Lewis seemed stunned at his inability to hurt this woman he so vastly outweighed.  He happily obliged her, sending punch after punch into her chest.  Every shot sent an explosion of pleasure throughout her body.  Heather closed her eyes and dropped a hand to her crotch as she enjoyed his onslaught.  By the time the big man had punched himself out, Heather was on the verge of orgasm.

She looked at the big man with a feral expression.  "Why did you stop!  That felt so good!"

Lewis was panting.  "I... I couldn't... tired."

Heather frowned up at the big man.  "You know, it's not nice to tease a lady.  Especially one who can do this!"  She took a step forward and thrust her chest at the big man.  Her breasts slammed into his ribcage with enough force to knock him off of his feet.  She grabbed him under the arms and pulled him to his knees.  His face was right at the level of her chest... perfect!  "You gotta be careful when you attack a woman's chest... you never know when it might fight back!"  Heather grabbed the back of his head with one of her hands and slammed his head into her chest, burying his face into her abundant cleavage.  She puffed out her breasts as far as she could, completely enveloping his face.  She imagined there were plenty of men in the audience who'd love the opportunity to bury their face in her magnificent bosom.  They'd probably all change their tune when her mammoth tits started to cut off their oxygen, which was something Lewis was experiencing right now.

The man pawed at her arm and body with his large, strong hands, trying to extricate his face, but his efforts were useless.  His strength was nothing compared to hers, and she was able to easily ignore his efforts.  She just held him firmly in place as he began to suffocate.  She realized with a bit of horror how easy it would be for her to kill the big man.  She could keep him here as long as she needed to snuff the life from his body.  Even now she could feel his attempts to free himself weakening.  She had complete control over his life.  It made her feel both euphoric and a bit terrified.  She wanted to dominate and humiliate the man, not kill him, or cause him any permanent harm.  She held him fast as his efforts grew weaker and weaker.  She waited just long enough, and then released him.  The big man collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.

Heather was euphoric.  She had just overwhelmed the undisputed world heavy weight champion down with her tits!  He was nothing to her, a child compared to her power.  She crouched down, slipped a single hand under his stomach and lifted.  His entire 257lb body rose up into the air as she pressed the big man over her head with one hand! The man was twice her size, a professional fighter, one of the greatest ever, and yet she had proven to be his superior in every way.  She sauntered around the ring, carrying the big man over her head with a single hand, letting the audience drink in her mammoth power.  The crowd was going crazy at the unbelievable sight of the 128lb woman holding the 257lb man overhead with a single hand.  Every now and the she'd stop, face the crowd, and flex her bicep.  Or she'd do a few reps with his body, just to show off how easy it was for her to handle his weight.

She completed two laps around the ring before the bell signaled the end of the round.  She walked over to Lewis's corner and gently set the big man down.  She leaned forward to whisper into his ear.  "We're almost done, sweetie.  Next round this will all end."  She stood up, and saw with satisfaction the look of fear on Lewis's face.  She skipped back over to her corner.

"Well Frank, I think I've pretty well proven who the real champion here is.  There's just one more thing I want to try before I put this guy out of his misery.  Did you bring that thing I asked you to bring?"

Fred looked unsure of himself.  "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Heather cocked her eyebrow.  "Haven't you been paying attention!  This guy has hit me with everything he had, and all he wound up doing was hurting his hand!"  She reached her hand over the ropes and grabbed a handful of Fred's shirt.  With an easy motion she lifted the man up until his feet were dangling a few inches off the ground.  He felt practically weightless compared to Lewis.  "Not to mention the fact that I'm much stronger than I ever could have dreamed.  I couldn't have done any of it without your help.  Let me show you what you've helped me become."

"All right, all right.  Put me down and I'll get it."

She set her trainer down.  He jumped down off the ring and ducked under the apron.  He pulled out a three foot long solid metal bar.  Heather looked at it with a gleam in her eyes, the flutter returning to her belly.  She wasn't sure this would work out, but her fight so far against Lewis had been ridiculously easy.  She was curious to see just how powerful she had become.

The bell rang.  "All right, let's show these people something they've never seen before."

Round 5.

Lewis looked afraid as Heather approached him holding the metal bar.  It made her smile.  "Don't worry big man, I'm not going to use this on you."  She flexed her rock hard bicep.  "This is all I need to handle you.  On the other hand, you could use all the help you can get."  She handed him the bar.  He took took it after only a minor hesitation.

"Now, so far, you've been unable to give me so much as a scratch.  I'm giving you this one last chance to put a dent in me before I end this."  She patted her stomach.  "So go ahead, you best shot, right here."  Heather put her hands on her hips and flexed her abs as hard as she could.  She'd need all her power to handle this.

Lewis looked at her incredulously.  But finally readied himself to strike.  With a large backswing, he swung the bar hard against her stomach.  Heather put all of her focus into flexing her abs as hard as she could.  THWACK!  The bar struck her belly and was stopped cold.  The abrupt stop caused the bar to quiver, which popped it out of Lewis's hand.

Heather's grin returned.  It hardly hurt at all!  Certainly more than his fist, but she was sure she could take several such strikes before she felt any significant pain.  She picked the bar up off the ground and extended it back to Lewis.  "Not bad.  Care to try again?"

Lewis looked completely dejected.  His shoulders slumped and his head bowed.  He finally realized that he was completely powerless to stop her.  His reaction only fueled the dominance she felt.  "Aww, don't be so glum, sugar.  I'm sure you're very strong for a man."  She grabbed the bar with both of her hands and held it out before her.  "But your strength and size is nothing compared to the power of my rock hard muscles!"  She poured every bit of her strength into her arms.  The muscles on her arms, shoulders and chest grew and hardened as every bit of her strength coursed through them.  She had never tried this before, but her confidence was high, and she felt powerful, more powerful than any man, more powerful than a mere inch thick metal bar. 

Her confidence was instantly rewarded as the solid length of metal bowed and warped under the onslaught of her power.  Lewis's eyes bugged out in sheer disbelief as Heather bent the solid bar into a U.  His incredulous reaction only fueled her power.  She was so much stronger than him, stronger than any man.  She felt like she could handle two of him with ease, three of him.  He couldn't hurt her, not even with a weapon, while she could do whatever she wanted to him, a fact she wanted to prove one last time before ending the match. 

She handed the mangled bar to Lewis, who stared at it in disbelief.  Then she slipped a hand between his legs and lifted until his feet came up off the ground.  She looked up at the big man, a smile on her face, and he looked back to her with awe on his.  "Time for night, night."  It would be easy to end it.  She was so strong, she knew a single punch was all she needed knock the man out, more than enough.  Maybe there was a way for one last humiliation.

She set the big man down, took the bar from his hands, and tossed it over her shoulder.  "Kneel."  She commanded.  For a second, Lewis did move.  She arched an eyebrow.  The man dropped to his knees.  She lifted her right arm and flexed her bicep.  "Kiss."  This time he obeyed immediately.  He leaned forward and began to kiss her bicep, to worship her muscles.  It seemed like a fitting end.  "That's right, kiss the arm that dominated you.  Five rounds and I only punched you once, it was enough to make you double over.  You punched me hundreds of times and couldn't hurt me in the slightest.  This one arm, that's strong enough to lift you over my head with ease.  You're so light, I probably could lift you and a friend combined with just this one arm.  I could hit you again, with this one arm, and knock out easily, hell I'd probably break your jaw.  But that would be too easy.  Instead, I'm gonna knock you out, in a way only a woman can." 

She twisted her body to the left, pulling her bicep from his mouth, then, before he knew what was happening, she whipped her body back to the right.  He was leaning forward perfectly.  Her large right breast slammed into his face with so much force, his entire body left the ground.  He sailed a couple feet before crumpling to the ground, completely unconscious.  One hit from her tits was all it took!  God she was powerful.

She walked up to her fallen foe, placed a foot on his chest, and flexed her rock hard body in triumph.  The crowd rose to their feet, giving her the accolades she so richly deserved.

Mr Roarke climbed into the ring and raised her hand into the air in triumph.  "Congratulations, you were magnificent!"

Heather gave her host a big, gentle hug, and kissed him on the cheek.  "Thank you so much.  You made my fantasy come to life."

Mr Roarke smiled.  "This is Fantasy Island my dear, we made two fantasies a reality today."

"Two fantasies?"  Heather asked, confused.

Mr Roarke smiled and nodded down at Lennox Lewis.  "Mr Lewis had always fantasized about getting dominated by a woman.  It was in part his fantasy that helped make your transformation so remarkable."

Heather arched an eyebrow in surprise.  "Really.  Well, maybe the fantasy isn't quite over yet.  Hehehe."  She grabbed the big man's arms and hauled him up.  She draped him over one of her shoulders and carried him from the ring.  "Looks like our fun isn't quite over yet."

[Jeremy Lightning]

Really loved this story, spoonmaster, as a big fan of your writing, and also a fan of Lomax's stories, I really enjoyed reading as Heather completely overpowered and dominated him with her body, proving that even with a hard, strong weapon, he couldn't hurt her even a little. She was stronger than him, stronger than any man. I would love to see more! k+!

[wissen]

Awesome story!

Really like when girl has very hard muscles, but not in Superman way

[ravanin]

Lomax stories were soo good, one of the best in the genre

[nickolai]

great having you back and reading another story of yours!