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

[Yag]

Chapter 19

   Heather was going through her workout with excitement, looking forward to her night with Sara. They would watch her fight with Alicia, and Sara also promised to share a few erotic tales of fights from her past. One with a powerhouse lifeguard, and another with a mother and daughter team that tried to put her in her place.
   Heather was playing with the biggest weights she had access to, a pair of 100 pound barbells that she was curling slowly. She made a point to keep it slow and controlled, each rep she stopped three times, each for a second, in the progression of the curl. After the three tier curl, she would then slowly let the weights down, then do it again. She was obsessed with her arms, and she was nearing 500 reps. Her arms were burning, but in a good way. Her biceps bulged like a rock-hard little tennis ball, her arm was sinewy steel muscle that excelled at these type of exercises. She had started with legs and lower body, then moved to arms.
   Next, she would work her chest and back, and finally her abs. Heather loved push-ups and bench presses, her chest had a sublime hardness that was beyond what most girls could even dream of. She kept the workouts simple, high weight, lots of reps, and an array of simple exercises, especially loving calisthenics and body weight.  On top of the workouts, she mixed a good amount of grappling and striking training with Sara, and she had a great grasp on footwork, her hands being especially quick and deadly.
   As the hours passed, Heather was focusing on her stomach,  mixing and matching different exercises to give her core a variety of attention. Mostly though, she was obsessed with the middle of her stomach, the thick ridge of muscle that protruded from her stomach, covering her 6-pack with a steel shield that was basically invincible. Sara could punch it for hours on end, and Heather could maintain the flex and hardness.
   Sara had taught her a few new things to try. They had a giant supply of railroad stakes, as there was a cache of them that Sara had found long ago in a small cave. Most likely some gang of outlaws or bandits had stolen them from one of the railroad towns over 100 years ago, and they had never returned to collect them.
   Right now, Heather was using them for something she truly enjoyed. The stakes were thick, with a flat sharp edge, and a top that was also flat, the metal bent to be suited for a hammer to drive it through the track, and into the ground. Heather had no hammer, and she wasn't putting the stake into the ground, instead driving them into thick trees. First, she would grab a stake in her little fist, and hold the sharp end up against the tree. Next, she would use her belly as a battering ram, hammering the stake into the tree with just the force of her body, and hardness of her stomach. She found it much easier using the middle section of her stomach, but she found she had no problem using any area of her gorgeous abdominal.
   It usually took about 8 to 10 hits to get the stake embedded deep into the tree. Sometimes it would leave red marks, but she didn't feel the pain as the hard wood gave way to the giant iron stake. Heather did this with 50 stakes, all in different trees. She was breathing hard and covered in sweat, proud of her work. Next began phase two, which required a great amount of focus and muscle control. Heather lined herself up with the first stake, her stomach pressed right up to the hard flat end.
   First she had to suck in and flatten her stomach, the mighty ridge in the middle spreading and separating as the muscles contracted, then she  slowly let the muscles expand and close like a vice. The thick mount of muscle closing on the spike like two little walls of diamond, actually squeezing the metal hard enough to make a mark. Then, using her legs for leverage, Heather pulled out the stake with only her abs holding it in place, wood splintering and cracking as her power destroyed a piece of the tree. She had been doing this everyday for a few weeks, and it was getting a little easier. However, she was still exhausted by the end, although it was more the mental fatigue, and her body that was sore than her iron tummy. After the 50 stakes were removed, Heather laid down and just tried to relax for a few.
   Before long, she had a stake in her hand, and then between her iron tummy, squeezing the stake and using her stomach to twist, bending the stake weirdly as the steel was overwhelmed by her. She tried with another, and it was even easier. Her belly dancing from side to side, as the metal was pulled and twisted like it was taffy.
   Heather finished her workout with some crunches, sit-ups, v-ups, and other calisthenics. She retreated to the villa, and prepared some lunch. Before long, she heard Sara returning from the dungeon, as they called it.
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   Sara was out for a morning jog, while Heather had her morning workout. Sara had gathered some fresh berries, running with a large log that she would cut up later for firewood. It didn't take long before she noticed a dark form far off the path, close to the river. It looked like a person, and she dropped the log and fruit, and stealthily approached the shadowy blob.
   As she got closer, she noticed a naked, shivering blond girl that was built like a tank. The late fall weather was cold, and the girl was hardly moving. As Sara got closer, she could hear wheezing, as the girl struggled for breath. Sara poked her, but the girl hardly registered it. Her body looked broken, her face mangled and she had some really serious bruises. Sara presumed that she had come down the river, over the waterfall and through the rapids, which explained the vicious beating. As Sara started to scoop the girl up, she heard her mumble something in Russian. Sara was taken back by her physique, this girl built like an elite athlete. Her tits and abs were solid and ripped, her legs like tree trunks, and her butt was two giant slabs of meaty muscle.
   Sara put her over her shoulders, and started heading bag, retrieving her bag of berries and fruit on her way back. She made her way back and quickly tended to the girl, setting a splint for her broken arm, and wrapping her in a thick pile of fur blankets. She brought a stack of food, jerky, fruit, and a thick chunk of bread that they had baked the night before. Along with a jug of cool water, and some painkillers, the girl would need some rest if she was to recover.
   Sara locked the giant vault door, and made her way up to the villa, meeting Heather at the table to discuss it over lunch.

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   Sara joined Heather, and filled her in on what had happened. Heather just listened patiently, eating as Sara talked. Heather wasn't very interested in the news of the strange Russian, more intent on making it through her afternoon workout so she could spend the night with Sara. Heather knew she had to work hard enough to make Sara happy, and prepare herself for the Kumite
   Sara hadn't explained it all to Heather, but her first challenge would be to advance through the qualifying round. A total of 64 girls would participate. The first round would consist of 16 different matches with 4 girls each. The winners would then have a week to prepare, and 8 random matches would be set up. Each day, the winners would advance, until the final girl would face against Clara, the champion from the last year.
   Clara was a giant, she was a 400 pound monster standing almost 6 feet tall. Clara was giant, but she was also extremely agile and quick, with great technique. Sara had been training Heather to fight a giant opponent, but she would have to win her first 5 fights to even get that far. The preliminary qualifier was a mystery, as Sara would have no information on the 3 opponents. However, when the main tournament began, she would get a detailed portfolio on the other 15 girls, as well as Clara.
   Sara knew all about Clara, as she had seen her in the prior championship. Clara was giant, with massive muscles, meaty arms and legs, huge tits, a giant head with an iron jaw, and the thickest abs she had ever seen. Her belly looked like a mass of flesh, with 6 giant slabs of meat protruding out, that became flat and like a washboard when she flexed. Her legs were nearly 40 inches, with biceps that were nearly as big. She was triple the weight of Heather, and Clara would be fully rested. Clara had limbs that were bigger than the waist of Heather.
   It was quite a mountain to climb, but Sara had trained Heather, and her strategy would be to let Clara wear herself out against the iron abs and body of Heather. Heather was so well conditioned, she had the stamina to make it to the championship. Her biggest strengths were her arms, abs, and her perky little b cups. Her upper body was just insane, and her butt was very nice and able to generate a ton of power. Her little legs were solid and strong, but it was her upper body that would win give her a chance.
   After the meal, Sara joined in with Heather. The cute little blonde laid down on her back, as her master blindfolded her. Heather prepared herself, and Sara placed a giant rock in her hands. The exercise was simple, but very effective. Heather would do crunches, pushing the rock from her chest out straight with every rep. So she would do a crunch, push the heavy rock like a bench press, and Sara would be able to punch her at will. Heather had to keep her tummy flexed, and with the blindfold she couldn't see the punches coming. Each rep, the giant rock would go up as she did a slow ab crunch.
   Sara wasn't punching with full power, but she would progress as Heather went on, harder and harder. After an hour of this, Heather would have to do the same with leg lifts.
   Sara would put on a couple pairs of 25 kg ankle weights, and this came out to 110 pounds total on each leg. Heather wasn't much heavier than this herself, but didn't seem to slow her down. In fact, Sara planned to get a few more sets of the weights when she got a chance, as both she and Heather felt like they could handle more.
   Heather would put her knees up, and flex her abs, and hold her breath as long as she could. Sara would line up, kick Heather in the stomach, switching from one side to the other. After about five minutes, after Heather would run out of breath. Sara would back off and stop the kicks, while Heather would do 100 leg raises, breathing as she went. Then, Heather would take a giant breath, raising her knees, and hold her breath while Sara punched her flexed stomach until she couldn't take it anymore.
   They would repeat this, another 100 leg raises, and Heather would get her breath back while she prepared for the third round. Heather would follow this up with another 200 leg raises, 500 in total. After this, Heather could breathe as Sara punched and kicked her for another 10 minutes. Next, Heather would drop off the bar, and flip herself around, looping her legs around it, the ankle weights helping her stay in place. The bar in the crook of her knee, hanging upside down, she did 100s of sit-ups, stopping a few seconds every rep to pound her stomach with her fists. After 500 or so reps, and nearly 3000 punches, she dropped to the ground for a long series of sit-ups, v-ups, leg raises, and a mix of different exercises to target the rest of her core. By this time, her stomach was so pumped, the ridge of muscle in the middle of her stomach was inconceivably hard.
   Aside from the holding of her breath, nothing she did really conquered her stomach, her belly unstoppable and immeasurably strong and hard. After the long workout, Heather couldn't resist a long set of push-ups. To make it a challenge, Sara wrapped her legs around her in a tight bodyscissor, and grabbed the large rock from earlier and placed it on her back. So on Heather went, pumping out 100s of push-ups, with Sara squeezing her insanely hard. Sara had a bodyscissor that could crush bone, so she was very impressed with the durability of Heather. To make the push-up fun, Heather would rotate raising one leg at a time wish each rep. With nearly 300 pounds of Sara and the rock on her back, Heather could feel her muscle pumping with each rep.
   Sara was truly impressed with the strength and stamina, and after a few 100 reps, Heather dropped her feet, spread them wider, and put a hand behind her back and started one-armed push-ups.
Sara was so turned on, she was literally soaking wet, and she leaned back, feeling the ample rock hard booty against her back, she squeezed as hard as she possibly could with her scissors, her legs shaking from the exertion, and brought her fingers down to rub her fingers over the lightly fuzzy hair over her pussy, losing herself while Heather slowly switched arms, to get another 50 or so reps with her other arm. Sara was dripping juice all over Heather, screaming in ecstasy as she came again, and again, and again. Heather switched back to her previous stance, one leg raised high, as she switched her form. First wide armed push-ups, then diamond push-ups. She truly loved these, her chest and pecs were so strong, these were almost too easy, even with all the weight. Without a break, she switched next to a kind of push-up called a pike, where she was in a downward dog position with her back arched. She tried a few different variations, and just kept going on, until Sara was literally exhausted from the orgasm marathon. Sara instructed her to stop, and picked up the rock. Next, she told Heather to spin around, and put her elbows under her back. The small lake of pussy juice pouring off to the ground, Heather was set with her hands on the ground,  in an inverted plank. Sara picked up the huge rock, and slammed it down onto Heather right in the gut. Heather started doing leg raises, left then right, while Sara played slamball with the rock. After about 20 big slams, Sara jumped up on top of Heather and started stomping and jumping up, slamming her feet as hard as she could. It felt like she was standing on a mountain, Heather keeping her form, her iron belly not giving at all. Sara could feel the insane tone of the stomach, rubbing her toes against the 6 steel plates that Heather called abs. Sara was unconsciously turned on, pussy juice dripping down her legs as she rubbed her feet over the meaty abs. Sara couldn't control herself, and laid herself down on Heather, stomach to stomach, tit to tit, and Sara started kissing and nibbling on Heather's neck.
   Sara wrapped her legs around Heather again, squeezing her in a tight, tight bodyscissor. Sara postured up a little bit, and slid her left hand down to right between Heather's legs, her finger twisting the lush bush, and sliding her finger into Heather. Right arm was at her side, punching Heather sharply in the stomach, while Sara commenced with the kissing and licking, moving between Heather's perfect tits, and her cute neck, and tiny mouth.
   As Sara went on, she was beyond turned on, never feeling so aroused in her life, but Heather went on like a machine. She was not distracted, and Sara didn't notice Heather's belly getting any softer. The punches were bouncing off harmlessly, and Heather even lifted one her hands, and started hitting herself in the ripped tendons on the side of her torso, right at the side of her right abs, balancing on just one arm. After a couple more minutes of this, Sara removed the fingers from inside Heather, and brought both her hands to pound away at Heather while she postured up, and locked her ankles under Heather, squeezing her in a literal deathscissor. Still, Heather didn't break.
   Next, Heather put her hands and legs down to the ground, and used her balance to stand up. Sara kept her legs wrapped, and postured up, pulling herself close, putting her arms around the back of Heather's neck, securing herself.
   Heather took a few deep breathes, and started running. Her legs pumped, feet digging into the ground, and she flew into the air, her muscular legs and booty propelling her up high, grabbing a branch almost 12 feet high. Her hands pulled her up as they locked, her iron forearms clenching around the branch
    Piking her body upward to wrap about the tree another foot above,Heather clamped her legs around the trunk and pulled herself and Sara back up as Heather got comfortable. She had the trunk between her legs, squeezing tightly. Using her abs to angle up, she supported Sara on top of her. Heather reclined her body almost flat, torso raised a bit of ab crunch, her belly tightly flexed. Sara sat  right down on Heather, her butt planted snug on the groin of Heather, just under her fat hips. Sara raised her hands to punch, but Heather put up a hand to stop her.
   Heather blew out all the air in her, and then sucked in a giant breath. As she did, her belly grew as the muscle expanded. Heather made her stomach into a giant ball of muscle, tensing her big round belly into a flex. The muscle baby in her stomach was huge, showing the amazing muscle control and strength of her stomach. Sara was amazed, the size was absurd. As Heather smiled, she told Sara to proceed. Sara smiled like a kid getting a piece of cake, and gleefully started punching the hard orb of muscle, her legs dangling like a kid sitting on a chair that was too tall for them.
   Heather brought her fists to her side, and started raining punches on her belly. Sara punched, her hard knuckles bouncing off the rotund belly, the muscle holding tight and hard as steel. Sara couldn't believe how hard the belly was, especially the thick band of muscle running down the middle. It was smooth and pink, but you could still see the outline of the buff blondes abs. Heather laughed, as she punched and punched. This went on for almost forty minutes, Heather only seeming to get stronger with every punch. Sara was coming to the realization that she had created a monster, Heather was indestructible. Heather had absorbed 1000s of punches, and had kept her belly flexed for hours and hours. This was on top of the hours of exercise earlier, and she was just getting stronger. Sara was confident she had the stronger legs, but she questioned if she could beat her pet in a fight. Heather couldn't be hurt, her arms and chest had become so strong that her punches were almost overpowering. She had a big booty that was solid muscle, and could generate a huge amount of power with her iron torso. The booty was just a bonus, supercharging her punches like little battering rams.
   While Sara was pounding Heather all over her risen belly, the sound of Heather punching herself rang out across the grove, clearly much harder punches than Sara, yet Heather never flinched or faltered. Her stomach seemed invincible in this mode, Heather was hardly even breathing and she hadn't moved her posture an inch. She increased her punches into a rapid-fire flurry, and her hands moved like a flash. While Heather was throwing her lighting fast punches, Sara aimed at one spot, and just started punching over and over and over. After about 5 minutes, Heather finally stopped. Sara hesitated for a second, as Heather let her belly fall back down into her normal 6-pack. Her stomach was mostly flat, but it was so pumped the muscles were literally popping out, tense and totally awake, her stomach had an extra inch of thick muscle-armor plating. Heather flexed hard, and the muscles separated, standing up straight like 6 little squares. Then she made her stomach shift, contracting her muscles, and the 6 muscle-bricks got closer together, and the middle part turned into a sloping layer of steel, almost like a little mountain range.
   As Heather smiled, she nodded her chin towards her stomach, daring Sara to punch her. Sara looked at the ripped abs, and could see the lines and curves of the ripped muscle tendons, which looked overdeveloped even under a thing layer of fat. Sara punched hard, and cried out as her hand struck the literally punch-proof abs of diamond of Heather. Sara couldn't believe what she was going through, and she felt sorry for Clara. Her pet would not let her down, and as Heather constantly told her, she did it all for Sara. Her body belonged to Sara, her mind belonged to Sara. She belonged to Sara, her goddess.
   As Sara leaned down to kiss her, Heather kissed her back, and started sitting up. Heather wrapped her  arms around the tree itself, pushing her body against Sara and kissing her deeply.
   As Heather pressed against her, Sara was literally pushed against the tree, lips locked with Heather to the point they could hardly breathe. Sara didn't have the breath holding affinity that Heather had, and after a minute she was thinking more about breathing than kissing, as she started to feel tension on her chest. It was too late when she realized what was happening, Heather was expanding her belly, and using the unstoppable power to literally crush Sara.
   Sara had the tree pressed against her back, and Heather's ever expanding belly pushing from the front, and she knew she was being crushed! Heather was still kissing her, pinning her head to the tree and sapping the air out of her as the iron gut expanded. Sara could hear and feel the last of her air being pushed out, her belly was flexing as hard as she could but she was being overwhelmed. She felt her lungs burn, as she began to see stars. Heather could feel her going limp, and quickly recoiled in shame, not realizing what she had been doing.
   The blonde apologized profusely to her master and lover, and Sara quickly recovered. She thought to herself she better concentrate on training herself instead of just Heather. First though, Heather had to survive the Kumite. 
   Sara and Heather took a break for a second, and Heather had an idea. She explained it to Sara, and Heather gave her some room. Sara stood up, and carefully moved to the back of Heather, legs and arms secured around Heather's mighty body.
   Sara watched and wasn't sure what to expect. The tree wasn't the biggest, but it was still thick and healthy. Heather hugged herself up close, her legs pushing forward getting the tree snug between her groin. Heather wrapped her arms around the tree, locking her hands together. What she did next was maybe the most impressive feat of the day. Her arms holding the tree, she used her stomach muscle to bend her body away from the tree. Even after she heard the snap, Sara could hardly believe it.
   Using only the strength of her core, she had generated enough force to snap this giant tree. Heather smiled proudly, putting her arms to the side in a double bicep flex, and Sara could hardly believe the peals she saw, Heather's goddess body was giving Sara tingles.
   Heather reached around and pulled Sara into her arms after she had stood on the lower branch. Like a hunting cat, Heather jumped down the 10 or so feet to the ground, landing in a crouch, her legs absorbing the impact with no trouble. Heather started kissing Sara, and scooped her up as her master wrapped her legs around her, arms joined in a mutual squeezing hug. They kissed and kissed, and Heather moved them over towards the house, and plopped on one of the furs they had put out earlier that day to stretch. Heather was like a rabid animal, kissing Sara from the top, and this time it was her turn to use her fingers. She savagely ravaged Sara, and unlike earlier, Sara was totally overwhelmed, her back arching and twisting as she was purred and screamed, Heather giving her a super orgasm that was blowing her mind. Heather didn't give her a break, her left hand two finger deep in Sara, Heather took her right hand and slammed her hard little fist into Sara, catching her totally off guard, the punches blowing through Sara's tummy muscles and making her curl up. Heather pulled back, her fingers taking a break, and threw a few more brutal punches into Sara's wilting gut.
   Sara curled up in a fetal position, and tried to protect her hurting tummy, but Heather unfolded her and threw a few more punches. Sara was annihilated, balling like a child, her stomach destroyed and her whole body trembling. Heather pulled back, and the next punch started with a giant leap and she came down with a flying punch that Sara thought was going to rip through her. Sara was broken, and destroyed, and turned on more than she had ever been. She reached up to kiss Heather, and asked whispered in her ear to punch harder.
   Heather squared her shoulders, and started the same machine gun flurry of punches she had throw into her own belly earlier, with a lot less force. She was afraid she might really hurt Sara if she used her full strength, Again, Sara was having the air pushed out of her, she tried to flex but her stomach was overwhelmed by the rapid fire strikes. With the speed of a snake, Heather stopped the punches, and finished with one last one that made Sarah curl up, barely even conscious.
   The punch started with Heather pulling back, then she twisted around in a 360, dropping a bomb of a punch right into Sara. She was destroyed, and she loved every minute of it. Heather was her pet, and she had trained her pet for a purpose. Sara had neglected her own training to help Heather, and she didn't regret it. Sara had won the tournament years ago, when she was barely a teenager. She was sure that her former self would have wiped the floor with Heather, but Sara had a long way to get back to where she was.
   Heather was still rough with Heather, pinning her flat, and laying down on top as she pulled up Sara's legs. Using just her bush and mound, she rubbed against Sara tribbing as the vulva and clits squared off, and Heather literally fucked Sara into submission. Sara had came multiple times, her body totally exhausted, worn out, and beyond dominated sexually as Heather was still just as strong as she had been before they started her workout, totally in control. She had given Sara quivering orgasm after orgasm but had not experienced a single orgasm herself. She tucked in Sara, covering her snugly under the fur blanket. Heather didn't waste any time to get back to her exercises, dedicated to achieving physical perfection to make her master proud of her. She was a good girl.
   After another four hours, Sara had moved into the giant bed they had, fireplace blazing with dim light and filling the room with warmth. Heather had taken a long swim in the frigid water before she had come into the house. The last thing she did before returning to the villa was placing a black leather collar that Sara had often used on her, a sign of complete submission by Heather. She knew she wasn't allowed in the bed without permission, and she didn't want to make her Mistress. Instead, she curled up on a fur near the fire, and fell into a deep sleep, her body exhausted, and her mind set on kissing Sara and her words of praise. She was a good girl.

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[Japagreipe]

Wow. Absolutely epic continuation. I really wanna see her fight with Clara. Can't wait.

[Yag]

Chapter 20
   When Sara finally woke in the morning, she had found Heather was already gone, with breakfast left waiting on the table. It was eggs and cheese, with some toasted bread. Sara turned her head, and was reminded of the last days activities. Her stomach was sore, and she could hardly move at first.
   It took her a minute to gain her composure, and she managed to sit up. As she reached over for the large mug of water on the table, she cried out again in pain. It had been a long time since she had been this sore, thinking back to her battle with Alicia many months ago. Even then, she wasn't nearly as  sore and beat up as she was today. As she looked down at her nude form, her perky boobs and nipples looked pink and pretty, but her stomach was a canvas of bruises of multiple shades and colors.
   It took her a few minutes because she could get up, but she moved to the small table and chair in the corner of the room. Wrapped in only one of her fur blankets, she loved the chill morning air. The window was still ajar, and she could feel the bite of the wind as her gaze wandered.
   From the grunts and metal clanging, it sounded like Heather was hard at work outside, and Sara was amazed that it was already almost noon. As she dressed herself in a warm thermal shirt and baggy sweat pants, she refreshed herself in the water basin in the next room and prepared for the day. The day was getting very cold, as Fall was coming into full effect.    
   Downstairs she went, her was feeling even more beat up. A few times she almost fell over, but she made it. She sat down on a stool and looked out the window, her lips quickly curved in a smile as she saw Heather outside.
   The pretty blonde left nothing to the imagination, as she was shadowboxing and practicing her footwork fully nude aside from a pair of ankle weights. Her body was covered in a thick sweat, and Sara couldn't help but to shiver as she felt the cool breeze. Heather was hardy and almost never seemed to get cold. When they had taken showers, Heather loved the water scalding hot, to the point where Sara was in pain. A tough girl, with a high pain threshold, Heather was anything but fragile.
   Sara was determined to get into action herself, and looked down at her battered stomach as she tried to flex. It felt like her strong core could hardly react. She did her best to flex, and threw a hard punch into her stomach, which almost made her gag. She almost fell to her knees, but her stomach actually felt a little better. She had an idea. She grabbed a few things from the next room, and made her way outside.
   Heather turned as she opened the door, and gave Sara a strange look. After a few pleasantries, Sara ordered Heather to take off the ankle weights and prepare herself.
   Sara had put a thick chest protector over her torso, with a pillow underneath. The protector was meant to protect the coach when sparring or training. She also had a pair of MMA gloves with metal plates that would protect her hands and give her punches an extra impact.
   "Close your eyes, please!" She instructed, and Heather was quick to listen. Heather stood there, arms at her side, breathing gently. It was freezing out, but she didn't seem to notice. Sara looked her up and down, her bare feet dirty and strong. Her eyes moved up to the shapely legs, and up to the plump hips and butt. The booty looked soft, but Sara knew looks could be deceptive, as it was all rock hard muscle. It was round and thick for her small frame, but still a bit small for Sara's taste.
   Again, she found herself thinking about Alicia, namely her legs and booty. Sara had thought a lot about Alicia, and often fantasized about her. Her eyes back on Heather, she was amazed again at the development of her upper torso. Her shoulders and back and neck all were like they were carved by a sculptor, her arms looked shredded and sinewy with big biceps and a pair of forearms that you could chip a hammer on
   Her core and chest were her crowning achievement, her perfect B cups were connected to pecs that were harder than rock, her chilled nipples looking sharp enough to cut diamond, which was coincidentally what her abs were made out of, or so it seems. Abs of diamond, a perfect 6-pack that had went from strong, to stronger, to superhuman.
   Heather stood calmly, eyes closed tightly, as Sara silently snapped a huge punch right to the middle of her stomach. Even unflexed, with no warning, the punch bounced off harmlessly. On she went, throwing her best punches, but Heather was no more hurt than if Sara had been blowing on her stomach. Sara punched and punched, but it was pointless. Heather was unbreakable, even unflexed the muscle-armor was harder than diamond.
   Sara took a moment to rest, and told Heather she could flex. The next punch came quick, but Heather snapped her muscle belly from unflexed to fully flexed so quick that her fist was pushed back by the thick wall of muscle. The next few punches came slow, as Sara was starting to hurt her hands. The gloves were thick and durable, but they may as well have been paper as the material was completely overwhelmed by the impenetrable shield that was Heather.
   After about 10 minutes, Sara was exhausted, still hardly recovered from yesterday. Next, she took off the gloves, and caught her breath. It was Heather's turn. Sara instructed her to show no quarter, not to hold back, and not to stop until Sara could take no more.
   Sara felt weird as Heather slowly walked towards her. Sara could honestly say she was afraid of the pain that she was about to experience, but at the same time totally turned on by the idea of being dominated. That being said, when she closed her eyes, one thought kept going through her head.
   Why couldn't it be Alicia? She wanted Alicia to be the one to dominate her. She wanted Alicia to the one to destroy her belly. She wanted Alicia to kiss her and sit on her face. She wanted to surrender to Alicia. She had promised Heather they would watch the fight video later that day, but deep down Sara just wanted an excuse for Heather to tell her more about Alicia.
   Alicia had been one of her toughest fights. Back when Sara won her Kumite, the hardest fight was not in the finals, but one of her earlier matches. It was against a blonde lifeguard and swimmer that was the first opponent she ever faced that couldn't be stopped with body punches. In the hour plus fight, Sara had hit her with 100s of leg kicks and more strikes to the stomach than she could count, but the big blonde just kept coming. Eventually, Sara had done an acrobatic attack that she turned into a finishing move.
   She started with a swift donkey kick, balanced on her hands, and as the blonde amazon came after her, she spun around on one hand, and wrapped her legs around the neck locking her feet. It was like a hanging headscissor that slowly sapped the big girl. She had won the fight clearly, but always hated how she couldn't finish her opponent the way she wanted. Since then, that had never been an issue. But in her fight with Alicia, she had been totally enchanted by the girl who was Alicia, and her story. Sara had never stopped thinking about her, nor did she want to.
   Many nights, she had made Heather tell her everything she knew about her friend, insisting she had to be prepared if the girl came back. The truth was, Sara was infatuated with Alicia, and often fantasized about a life together and that Alicia loved her as well.
   Sara was totally distracted as the first punch came. The pad and the pillow didn't help, Heather threw a heat seeking missed of a punch right to the middle of Sara's poor tummy, and the rainbow hair goth girl crumbled. She couldn't help but laugh, Heather was too strong.
   Sara rolled over, and managed to unstrap the chest protector. The thermal shirt clung snugly to her body, the shape pleasant as could be, and then came another punch. Heather used one hand to grab her throat and pin her down, and then started dropping punches. Her stomach was not recovered in the least, and the beating was much worse than the day before. Heather threw her punches randomly, sometimes a few in quick succession, sometimes a long delay in between. Sara tried to curl up, but Heather had her pinned down, straddling her with inhuman strength. When Heather got like this, she was like an animal, the cold wind and world disappeared, all that existed was her opponent.
   Sara felt like she was being broken into pieces, but she knew this was what Heather had to be like if she was going to have a chance to win. Heather got even more rough, punching Sara in the chest and slapping at her groin. Sara had the air knocked out of her, going out cold a few times, only to be woken back up again. When it felt like her insides were being destroyed, she whispered for Heather to finish it.
   She was powerless, as Heather wrapped her hands around her neck, choking her out cold. Heather was completely feral, beating her hands against her chest and stomach. The legs straddling Sara tensed and squeezed unconsciously as Heather rode her opponent, more animal than woman as she signaled her dominance and superiority. Heather pounded her chest even harder, each fist hitting much harder than the single punch that had annihilated Sara. When Heather moved down to her stomach, the punches seemed almost unbearable, the power frightening and yet she didn't feel anything except a slight exertion in her belly that made her more horny than anything. She wanted to win this Kumite, she wanted to be the the belly queen. Her primal desires and animal instinct wanted nothing more than to prove herself physically superior to the other girls. In a few days would be the qualifiers, and she couldn't hardly wait.
   She came to her senses, the twisted and beaten body underneath her was hardly breathing. Heather had been squeezing so hard, she was afraid she had truly hurt Sara. She gently picked up her master, and brought her inside to the comfort of her bed. Sara wasn't as bad as she looked.
   Not long after, Sara woke up, completely beaten to a pulp, but ok. She was having trouble breathing, it was possible she had broken a rib. Her whole body felt like she had been in a car accident, but she liked the feeling. As Sara laid resting, Heather sat near the screen they had, watching the battle with Alicia, and Sara turned around and went to the other end of the bed to get a better look.
   Sara thought she understood Alicia well, full of admiration that Alicia would come out to the middle of nowhere to risk her life, just to help her friends Heather and Laura. People did strange things, just as Laura insisted Heather must be brainwashed. When Heather had told her master about her full history with Laura, Sara understood so much. It didn't surprise her at all when Heather turned on her former lover, and completely destroyed her.
   All girls had fears. They had secrets, and they had motivation that made them who they were. Sara had a very strange life, growing up with insane parents and a broken family. Her family was called trailer trash, and rednecks. They chose to be that way, to live and grow up around a disheveled junkyard where the only thing they had to show for a lifetime of working was a broken family, a beat up van, and endless field of empty rum bottles littered with the butts of enough cigarettes to give the Marlboro man cancer.
   When she was seven, she saw her Daddy's cousin beat to death by his wife with a golf club, when she caught him cheating. When she was 9, the cops rushed her out on a school night because some of her relatives were having a standoff with the cops that left a handful dead. She had been raised around drugs, alcohol, and violence for as long as she could remember.
   As a kid, her dad would have her beat up boys if the parents did something he didn't like. When she was 11 years old, he made her fight a man that owed him money. She had been fighting for as long as she could remember, having to leave a small town in West Virginia after she put a cop in the hospital. At the same time, she always got attention from her Daddy and she loved to fight and loved to make him happy. Sara was still in her teens, but she had lived a life and done more than most people twice her age. Still, no 14 year old girl should have been brought into the dark underworld that her Daddy had exposed her to those years ago.
   It was no surprise that she turned out the way she did. A girl like Alicia though, how did she go from spoiled child in the suburbs, to fighting a psychopath in the woods. When Sara was fighting in the Kumite and living a life of crime, Alicia was in Disneyland trying to decide which princess she would dress up for that Halloween.
   Heather had told her all about the life of Alicia. "Don't let the black hair fool you, she's really a redhead. Yes, she dies down there as well!" This was the first thing Heather had said about Alicia. She had jet black hair, and a neatly trimmed black bush, so it was easy to believe that it was her natural color. It fit her pale skin.
   It was Arielle. A few months before her twelfth birthday, Alicia had decided she would be the little mermaid. Growing up, her nickname as Alliecat. She was obsessed with cats, and Disney movies. She was a chubby kid, and around 6th grade she started getting fatter. "Mermaid's aren't fat!" She never forgot when they told her this. She had become Alliefat.
   A few years later she was 13, and it just about time for summer vacation. She was a short and stocky girl with a pretty face and thick legs. She was constantly teased and bullied at school, especially about her big belly.  She mostly kept to herself, and even had started to talk to some boys. It was mostly the girls who bullies her anyway, and what did she care.
   The last week before summer, they had a day to celebrate school spirit, and she wore a dress that rode up high on her legs, and then matching stockings to show off the school colors. One of the more athletic girls caught her boyfriend talking with a friend about how Alicia had the best legs in the school, and she lost it. Ashley was furious, and hunted down Alicia. Ali had never been in a fight, and it showed. Ashley was a gymnast, cheerleader, and dancer. She was well built with six-pack abs and a life of athletic training. Ali didn't even know what hit her, Ashley sucker punching her in the stomach. Ali had the wind knocked out of her, and fell to the ground sobbing. Ashley pulled her dress off, and pummeled her in the belly another 20 times, before leaving Alicia laying there half naked for the whole school to see. Ashley took the dress with her, and Ali had to be picked up by her parents, and carried out of the school.
   That Summer was no better, three different times Ashley and her gang found Ali and beat her and stripped her. One time she had three of her friends with her, and they were all beat up, and stripped naked. The police wouldn't intervene, because all the girls were minors, and Ashley and her friends were from the rich part of town where the kids could get away with anything.
   Alicia was suffering, and her grades were as well. She begged her parents to move away, but they both had good jobs and relocation wasn't an option. Alicia begged and begged, and eventually a compromise was made. She argued that her going to school was a danger to her and her friends, so she would be home schooled. After a few months, it felt like even her own friends were turning on her. The turning point for her was in the early fall, it was a very warm Saturday and two of her friends came over to her house for a day of swimming. They convinced Alicia to wear a bikini that was a few years old and a few sizes to small, her legs and especially butt had grown enormous.
   That week, her pics were all over social media, with people making fun of her. That night, the girls had some wine and they had even tricked Ali into getting naked for the hot tub, and had shared some nude pics of her as well.
   She was totally mortified, and the mockery and bullying had become too much. It didn't matter that she was a truly beautiful girl, high school was a vile place
   That Christmas, she asked for a treadmill. Alicia was a couple months before her 14th birthday, and she was 5'3 and almost 200 pounds. Within 6 months, she had added a pair of ankle-weights, a chin-up bar, and some weights.
   After she did her schoolwork from home, she almost never left the house. She spent a few hours each day on the treadmill, and then the rest trying new exorcises, foods, and practice Yoga.
   When she started, she could hardly do 20 sit-ups, and crunches made her stomach burn. Her legs were well built, but she didn't have the stamina for a long run.
   She had improved, losing twenty pounds. Her legs had become thicker and the muscles had actually grown. Her stomach was a few inches smaller, and she felt it getting strong. She could do 200 sit-ups with a weight on her chest. She followed that with 250 crunches. She was working on leg lifts, she could do almost twenty in a set wearing ankle weights.
   Every night, she tested her stomach. It had become smaller, and she could feel the muscle becoming more toned. She would punch herself in the stomach nightly, loving the feeling of her stomach being hit, and especially the feeling the next day when she would wake up with a sore tummy. Often she would try to keep it flexed during her schoolwork, amplifying the soreness. She especially loved the pain during her workouts, sometimes even punching herself during her ab workouts. She felt that she had a long way to go, but that she could at least take the one punch that had knocked her down.
   By the next Christmas she was 15, and had actually started jogging outside. She changed her diet, although she wasn't eating enough. As she became stronger, she had lost another 20 pounds, and had turned a lot of the fat to muscle. Her weight was almost down to 160 pounds, and she was doing her ab workout several times a day. First when she woke up, then during lunch. Then again later in the day after her schoolwork, and finally again before bed. On the weekends, she would usually add another session in the middle afternoon.
   Alicia had mostly turned away from sit-ups, and focused on toning and strengthening her abs. She had a 15 pound medicine ball that she used for many of the exercises, and also a pair of 6 pound ankle weights. She found 500 crunches was a good number, although she felt she could do more. The daily workout usually took around 45 minutes to an hour. She would start with the 500 crunches with the ball, pacing herself for 15 minutes, or 3 minutes for every 100. She would then take a 3 minute break, and proceed with 50 v-ups in 5 minutes. These were not easy, and especially with the ankle weights and medicine ball, she would feel a serious burn. Then another 3 minute break, and another set of 50 v-ups. These were extremely hard, but getting easier. The transition from no weight to adding the weights had been the hardest part for her, but she was able to maintain good form for all the sets.
   After the 2nd set, she would take 4 minutes, putting her at 35 minutes. She would spend the next 8 minutes doing a different activity every minute, for one minute. Leg lifts, followed by more leg lifts for each side. A minute of bicycle crunches, which really got her burning. Then a minute of sit-ups for both her left and right side, a minute of flutter kicks, and then finally she would put the medicine ball between her ankles and just hold for the last minute. These exercises were really meant to focus on the obliques and  side of her core, instead of just the central muscles. The last few minutes of rest were in preparation for her favorite part.
   In the beginning, she could hardly manage a hanging leg raise, she would hang from the bar and lift her toes to the bar. Alicia was really frustrated with her lack of success, and she began to do leg lifts every spare moment she had. It had taken her well over a year to get to her goal of 30 reps. Her cousin was a gymnast, and she explained how during gymnast conditioning testing, 30 reps was the amount for a perfect score. Alicia was obsessed with her goals, and she wanted to be better than perfect. She worked tirelessly to improve her form and strength, and tighten her body. She had been working on pull-ups, and had gradually become stronger with these. It was a habit to lift her knees when she did the pull-up, and a trainer had told her to stop doing that because it would ruin her form. She took it as a challenge, and made a point to lift her knees for every pull-up she did, and took extra special care to keep her form perfect, and performed the knee lift in step with the pull-up.
   Up onto the bar she jumped, and even on the first rep she loved the challenge. The extra 12 pounds made the pull-up harder, but it really made a difference with the knee raise. The first 10 were easy, then next 10 were harder, and the last 10 almost were too much. This was quick, only taking a couple minutes, and she dropped to take 2 more minutes before her final exercise.
   Before she added the weights, the toe to bar was becoming almost too easy for her. She could easily do 60, and was getting closer to 100 reps than 50. The extra weight had made a big difference, lowering her max reps to around 25. She was even more motivated, and through her amazing determination, soon she was at 35. In the months since, she had made a point to max out every set, going until exhaustion. Alicia took another deep breath, preparing herself for the last set. She was working out in only a pair of small shorts, her eyes looking down to her thick tummy, which we knew was turning into solid muscle. She was happy with her results, but still knew she had a long way to go.
   Up she went, and she started bringing her legs up to slowly touch the bar, feeling the burn almost immediately. Her stamina was really increasing, a testament to her machine like attitude. She simply did what she had to be, with absolutely no lack of motivation, no whining, no complaining, and no excuses.
   After the first 10 reps, she slightly increased the rate, and kept going. 20, then 30. Without hardly slowing, she kept going to 40, around 45 she felt she was struggling...46, she grunted and felt her whole stomach was on fire, for 48, 49, 50. Still she pushed on, the next couple were still perfect in form, no matter how much it hurt, her stomach was still strong enough to go on...51,52, 53. Her body was started to tremble, her legs were already solid and heavy, the extra weight was deceptively tough to handle...54, and 55 she made with her whole body shaking. As she made 56, her abs were on fire, she could barely get the legs up, her whole body soaked and dripping with sweat. At 57, she felt she couldn't do it, and her legs just wouldn't go up, then she tried again. The third time was a charm, and she finished 57. She couldn't do another, and dropped to the ground and went straight to a knee. She was sucking in giant deep breaths, and her stomach felt like molten liquid. 
   Albeit exhausted, she felt amazing. All the running was building up amazing stamina, on top of transforming her amazing lower body. If the boys thought she had great legs before, they should see her now. After a few minutes of laying on the floor, she got back up to her feet and grabbed her water jug and chugged it all. She peeled off her sweat soaked shorts, and threw it in her laundry hamper, and made her way to the bathroom attached to her bedroom. She turned on the shower, and took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. The wall itself was a mirror, so she could see her whole body. She looked from the front, and loved what she was seeing. Her hair was a dark cinnamon red, her face covered with sparse freckles, and a perfect smile to match her complexion. Big brown eyes complimented a cute nose and bow shaped mouth, she moved down to her body. Her belly was still round and chubby, but it was slowly receding. Her boobs were still growing, but they were a nice size, she didn't like the idea of giant jugs anyway. She flexed her belly, and tried to poke her fingers into the flesh underneath. Nope! Her stomach had turned hard as rock, and she could literally feel the 6-pack underneath, like 6 rocks. She flexed even harder, and the muffin-top belly sucked in somewhat, and you could see the slight outline of her stomach muscles. With her right hand, she drove her fist into the muscle-gut as hard as she could, her hand just bouncing off. It felt like her hand was hitting a mountain, and she loved it.
   She turned her body, and let her stomach go back to unflexed. She could see her big belly still hanging there, covering her muscles, but she knew she would get where she wanted. She had read that building such an insane core would actually push the belly and make it look bigger. She shrugged, and looked down at her legs. They had not shrunk at all, even growing. The fat was gone, and she just had two giant trunks of muscle. Her but was glorious, two giant slabs of perfectly shaped muscle. All the running was paying off, as she had a fan club online for her legs and especially butt. Her social media had made her the most popular girl at school, with her posting many pics in skimpy clothes as she shed pounds.
   Around the same time that Sara was sleeping in a dog cage, and and having bloody fights with some of the most dangerous people in the state, Alicia had a sleepover with her cousin and her friend, another gymnast. What started as a competition to find out who had the strongest abs turned into a two on one belly battle where Alicia destroyed both her cousin Tracy and her friend. Alicia had outpaced one, then the other at sit-ups, while using her medicine ball. She kept going, and teased them, telling them to punch her and make her stop. They couldn't, and then she stopped and started to playfully hit them back, teasing them.
   "I thought gymnasts had strong cores?" and they did, but they were no match for this new Alicia. They punched, and punched, and punched Alicia to no avail, while she quickly overwhelmed both of them. It was clear the gymnast girls punched much harder, but they couldn't even begin to compare with Ali when it came to her belly. What followed was some fun and experimentation, with Tracy admitting she had a huge crush on Alicia, which turned into a worship session with both Tracy and her friend kissing the belly and booty of Alicia.
   Sara was so jealous to hear of this, and she wished that it was her instead. Sara was very dominant, but loved the idea of being submissive to Alicia. Part of the reason she had let Heather beat her up so bad was because she was trying to imagine it was Alicia that was doing it.  It wasn't quite the same, and watching the fight, seeing how beautiful Alicia was, Sara just couldn't get the raven haired beauty off her mind.
   The next Fall Alicia had decided to go back to school, she had turned 16, and the year had went well. Her body had continued to transform, and she had gotten much stronger. This was the year she decided to start dying her hair, and she would often wear make-up to cover her freckles. She had a body that made most of the other girls jealous, as she had mostly lost her belly. She was down around 145 pounds, and most of it was muscle. Standing at 5'4, her stocky build fit her well, her legs beautifully shaped, just solid muscle. Her butt had grown even more, her bottom half was even bigger than when she was Alifat, her upper body shrinking to make her look extremely attractive. On social media, she had a huge following. Every guy in the school was obsessed with her, and her pics littered the phone and tablet of near every guy and many of the girls. She loved posting pictures in her underwear, and in skimpy Disney princess costumes. Routinely, she would posts pics on Reddit and other websites that hosted contests or surveys where people would vote on the best butt, and she won and won and won. When she wore yoga pants, tights, leggings, or even jeans, she got all the attention.
   Alicia had built up her confidence, and her strength. She was becoming much stronger, increasing her reps and weight. Her newest set of ankle-weights were 20 pounds, and her new medicine ball was 55 pounds. Her strength and stamina were becoming legendary, as she would make a habit of going to Crossfit gyms and Gymnastic studios to challenge the best athletes they had.
   She had a body that looked like a Crossfit competitor, although she still had some fluff on her belly. The stomach muscles had became insanely strong and hard, and when she flexed a 6-pack literally erupted. Later that year, she finally had her rematch with Ashley.
   It was anti-climatic, with Ashley being a college freshman who had not maintained her conditioning. Alicia beat her so bad, Ashley couldn't walk for a few weeks. To add insult to injury, she seduced Ashley's boyfriend and posted pics of it online, totally crushing the former bully. Alicia had dealt with a few other bully's, taking special pleasure in dominating them and making them beg.
   She had also become quite the runner, joining the track team and becoming state champion in her events. Ali could have went to college, but she didn't want to be a college athlete. Her few years of track were eventful already. At one point, a Senior girl she beat as a Sophomore tried to intimidate her. The girl was from another school in the city, and had been offered a full scholarship pending her winning the state championship. The giant ebony girl was built like a superhero, and she had tried to jump Alicia late one night while out on a run.
   Alicia toyed with her and then totally overwhelmed the girl in every way. Proving the superiority of her legs and abs was just the cherry on top, after beating the girl in competition and setting a new state record! Speaking of records, at 16 she also set her school record for sit-ups , raising the bar for so many girls who talked about her story, going from the bullied fat girl to the high school track star, and beauty queen.
   Her story was inspiring to Sara, and she loved that Alicia never gave up and did it all by herself. On top of that, Sara was totally infatuated by Alicia's body. In the last few years, Ali had become more fit, losing almost all the fat on her belly. She had a ripped 6 pack that looked absurdly cut when she flexed. It was amazing how she still had the lower body of a chubby athlete, but her upper body was tiny and petite looking. At 19, she still had the black hair, and it went well with her pale skin. People joked she looked like a Khardashian sister, but she was naturally better looking than they were without the make-up and surgery and photo-shopping. Alicia had maintained her workouts for years now, and she was at her best when she faced off against Sara.
   Heather still laid on her stomach, watching with glee. Sara moved her attention from her thoughts, to the fight. She had missed a good portion of the fight. Most of the early fight was a kickboxing match, with Sara unloading a barrage of punches and kicks all over the body of Alicia. Alicia weathered it well, she just didn't have the technique and footwork to keep up with Sara.
   Right now, Sara was on her back being straddled by Alicia. Both girls had stripped down to bran and panties, with the bigger Alicia wearing a white thong, and a bra that had the print of some black and white comic strip. Sara was wearing pink, a cotton set of matching undies that had a sporty look to them. The girls were around similar weight, but it was obvious right away that Alicia had a much bigger lower body, especially her butt. It was almost impossibly bootylicious, as she sat on top of  Sara. Early, Sara had taken her down and they had a battle of scissors, where Sara tried to clamp her legs over Ali's. Ali was just too strong, and her legs opened up and spread Sara wide.
   Ali then used the leverage to flip Sara over, and got on top of her. Now Sara was fighting to keep her legs apart, but it was pointless as Alicia just had too much power and soon she had her legs closed, ankles locked and she postured up over Sara. Alicia had her pinned down, and they grappled with hands as Alicia dropped strong punches. Sara was struggling, but Alicia had a clear advantage. It went on for a few minutes, until Alicia decided to turn her body, getting a side-guard posture over Sara. Ali managed to get her arms locked around Sara, trying to crush her with just her arms, but she didn't have much luck. Sara was sturdy, especially her chest and stomach. As Alicia turned her body more towards her shoulder, she transitioned from the body lock to getting her legs around Sara. Alicia propped herself up on her elbows, back on the ground, and squeezed as hard as she could.
   Sara felt like she was going to break in half, but somehow she managed to not get crushed. She actually used her posture to turn around to her side, and when Ali stopped to adjust her scissor, Sara snaked her legs up and around Alicia catching her in a scissor that was a little uncomfortable for her but she was still able to apply a good amount of pressure. The competing scissors were very evenly matched, Sara didn't have the massive legs of Ali, but she had really strong legs that were thick and even more toned. Also, Sara had a much thicker upper torso, Ali had superior abs but Sara had the better pecs, as well as more developed back and shoulders and arms. Ali didn't do a lot of upper body strength training, and that would prove to be her downfall.
   The girls squeezed and tried to crush each other, eventually they focused again on a contest of strength between their intertwined legs. Alicia was winning again, but Sara tricked her, and turned her leglock into a figure four that pinned Alicia's legs together, as Sara pinned her body down on Ali, chest to chest. Sara locked her arms behind Ali, and it was the beginning of the end. Ali was stuck on her back, having her boobs and lungs crushed by the iron pecs of Sara. No matter how much she struggled, Ali was slowly crushed and Sara could feel as her resistance became less and less. Sara rolled Alicia onto her front, and mounted her roughly. She wrapped her legs around Ali, and locked on a read naked choke, that soon had Alicia out cold and spasming.
   That was nearly the end of the video, and Heather was asleep on the bed. Sara ended the video, and laid back, thinking about Alicia and her motivation, and then her thoughts slipped to Heather. Heather had quite a history of her own, and it started a long time ago with Laura when the girls were still casual acquaintances.
   Heather had a long history with Laura, and she never told much to Samantha. Heather had always been fit, and proud of her body. When she was younger, she was very athletic with a very strong core and upper body. For years, she was proud of her strength and conditioning. This changed when she was in 7th grade and she had met Laura. Laura was a year younger, yet they shared the same gym class. Over and over again the girls would compete, especially in the sit-up and push-up tests, and general tests of strength. No matter how hard she tried, Heather just couldn't beat Laura.
   Heather insisted that Laura was cheating, or that she was doing it wrong, or a million other reasons. Heather started to do 100s and 100s of sit-ups and push-ups, her body turning stronger and harder and transforming, her abs turning even harder, her arms becoming stronger than she could believe. In one of the first days in the weight room, Heather felt like the queen, topping the class in every lift. That was a day that Laura was out of school, and Heather felt like she had regained her crown. She was especially impressive with the bench press. Heather was only 97 pounds, but she lifted the most of anyone. Her 102.5 pounds was much more impressive than the next strongest girl, a 200 pound monster who could just barely raise the 100 pounds for one rep.
   The next time, the coach talked about how strength wasn't just about size, but about how strong you were for your size. Heather was 5'3 and just under 100 pounds, while Laura was a little bigger at 5'5 and just around 110 pounds.
   At the next class, Heather felt great, starting with 70 pounds and raising it almost 20 times. When Laura got there, it all changed. The skinny 6th grader asked for two full 45 pound plates to be added to the bar. It was 135 pounds, and she claimed that was how much she did at home. At 110 pounds, this was her full body-weight plus almost a quarter.
   It wasn't very climatic at all, as she easily pumped out rep after rep, stopping at 30. Even the teacher was impressed, and Heather was just furious. When Laura struck a double bicep pose, Heather was just disgusted. The girl had amazing little arms, and it was no surprise she was so strong. As the year went by, Heather worked and worked and worked. It was a bonus that her boyfriend loved her muscles, but Heather just couldn't get over the little bitch from a grade below beating her like that. In the summer vacation, Heather did almost nothing except work out. Her boyfriend Troy was a good partner, and coincidentally he lived just two houses away from Laura. Troy was shy, and never really talked to Laura, but that was about to change. Troy was into sports, and very active. He was 5'7 and around 155 pounds, well built and into football, basketball, and cross country. Troy was 16 years old, with a birthday in December, while Heather would turn 15 in September, a few months before Troy would turn 17. Laura was about two weeks past her 13th birthday, which fell in the middle of Summer.
   Troy had another friend James, or Jamie, who lived two houses in the other direction, who was a classmate of Laura. He always treated her like the enemy, as younger guys often did with girls. It didn't help the Laura was a tomboy was a mean streak and an obsession with beating boys at everything physical. She had a huge crush on Troy, and she would catch him spying on her when she was outside, especially when she would wear a bikini.
   One day while Jamie and Troy were playing basketball, Laura was hanging around talking to Jamie, and he let slip that she had a crush on Troy. Troy hardly said a word till they finished the game, and went home for dinner. Later that night he snuck out, and made his way around the trees behind his yard that connected to the Laura's back yard. He walking along a tall hedge of pine trees, when Laura popped out from behind the last tree, colliding with him. He was amazed at how solid she felt, almost losing balance.
   'Hi!" Laura said with a bemused smile on her face. "I knew you liked me too. I've been watching you, and Heather. Too bad for her, now you are mine." She said, full of confidence.
   "But..." Troy started, but she got close and put a finger to his lips. "Let's race." She challenged, and started a slow jog, waiting for Troy to catch up. The neighborhood was small, basically 2 long roads, with a large patch of woods to one side. Troy caught up and matched her pace as they migrated through a yard to the road, and they sped up. It turned into a sprint for about a quarter of a mile, with Troy running as hard as he could, Laura just a few steps behind. They both knew the finish line would be at the end of the road, where it turned into a big grass field that the neighborhood kids used for football. The field went on for a few miles, and surrounded the woods on one side.
   As they neared the grass, Laura closed in by a step or two, but still came up just a few feet behind when Troy crested the line first. He stood hunched over, hands on his knees, and started to gloat. Laura wasn't even breathing hard, and couldn't stop herself from giggling. He looked like he was ready to die, and she was still fresh.
   Troy was wearing a college t-shirt and mesh shorts, with no shoes. He was good looking by most standards, with short brown hair and blue eyes, he had thick legs and a smaller upper body, with a toned physique, and was above average in strength and fitness.
   Laura was a few inches shorter, with a slender build, and hardly any fat on her body. Her long dark hair went down almost past her butt, a contrast to the lovely honey colored hair of Heather. Laura had pretty blue eyes, and a face that looked cute but not the prettiest. Her features were too small for her long face, but she was far far from ugly. She was wearing some tiny jean shorts and a tight babydoll t-shirt that hugged her body, especially over her perky chest.
   It was the first time Troy got a good look at her legs up close, and he was amazed at how solid they looked, shapely and thickly muscled. Her quadriceps showed clear separation, the thick muscles on the front were wide and powerful looking, and her calves were bulging little muscle diamonds. The daisy duke shorts barely covered her cheeks, and he was surprised how round and tight looking her little butt was. He compared it to Heather's, and knew he had to get them side by side for a true comparison.
   Heather took pride in her ass, and Troy loved to play with it, touch it, kiss it. He could hardly keep his hands off it when they were together. Heather loved to be spanked, her tight little bottom often  making his hand hurt which he secretly loved. He started to get hard at the thought of putting his hands on Laura.
   His eyes continued up past her narrow hips, and couldn't help but to feel that Laura wasn't nearly as pretty as Heather, she had weird looking little ears and her face seemed to scrunched up. His gaze dropped to her broad shoulders, and just how strong she looked, full pecs highlighted her perky little boobs, which stood straight up with nipples aroused and hard, poking through the tight shirt. He was getting harder, thinking what she might look like out of the clothes.
   He loved how Heather was fit and strong, with muscles like steel that she liked to flex and talk about. He knew that Heather was superior in a lot of ways. He had the stronger lower body, but when it came to calisthenics and conditioning, she was far ahead. He would usually win in arm wrestling, but she could do 100s more push-ups and pull ups, and when they wrestled she usually would win. She had no problem holding him down when she got on top. When it came to her core, he knew he didn't stand a chance. That was his favorite part of her body, and she loved to show off with the smallest and most skimpy belly shirts.
   Gazing at Laura, when he finally got past her perky little headlights, he swore that he could see abs poking through the shirt. Finally recovered from the earlier sprint, he stood up and his eyes stayed locked to Laura's stomach. Yep, that was definitely a six pack clearly visible through her shirt. He was so aroused, he felt butterflies in his stomach and his shorts popped up as he couldn't hide it.
   "Like what you see?" Laura teased, as she turned her body seductively. I have you and Heather play, I know what you like." She purred, Troy getting red and blushing at the thought of that.
   "You saw that? Hehe." He blurt out, nervous and delighted at the same time. He was shaking with anticipation as Laura slowly walked over to him, getting close and grabbing his erectness, she was satisfied with the girth, if not the length. She wasn't too worried, she had chosen Troy to take her virginity, and thought he would be a perfect boyfriend for a bit. She could already tell he was submissive, and that she could control him. First, she had to deal with Heather though.
   "You may have won the race, but I am stronger. Much stronger." She said, twisting her hand before planting a kiss on his lips and backing off, his shorts springing out like a little tent.
   "Now follow me into the woods so we can get some privacy?" She continued, waving her hand in the air to point out how in the open they were. Troy just looked down at his bare feet, and stood there with a dumb look on his face.
   "Get on!" Laura instructed, turning her back towards him and inviting him to jump on for a piggyback ride. Her feet were bare, but she was use to it. She would often run around with no shoes, and her soles were tough and durable.
   Troy hopped up onto her back, and was immediately taken back by how strong and sturdy Laura was. He had ridden on Heather plenty of times, once she had even taken laps around the track at school with him on her back, but it was nothing like this. Laura didn't even seem to notice the weight, and before he could really think about it Laura ran right into the wood. First through some thick brush, then onto the well worn dirt trails. She had no problem running up and down the uneven paths, her speed was almost frightening. After about five minutes, they got a spot with a large clearing, and a bunch of junk that had been left there over the years.
   The remains of an old car sat there as well, presumably from when the nearby highway had run closer. The car didn't look that old, probably from before all the trees had grown in. A lot could happen in twenty or thirty years. This use to be a hang out for some of the older kids in the neighborhood, though they had since grown up and moved away.
    It didn't see much use, but still a lot remained. A couple beaten up old couches, under a makeshift pavilion that was covered by a tarp to keep the rain, and a few lawn chairs and a card table completed the ensemble. Troy took it all in, as Laura moved to a big rope that was hanging from one of the trees.
   "Hold on!" She said again, and she meant it. As she let his legs go, he was forced to wrap his legs around her and hold on tight, arms secured around her solid neck.
   Troy couldn't believe how solid she felt, her torso was just solid muscle, like it was carved from marble. As Laura got to the rope, she gave a little hop to get up and reach the rope, and wrapped her hands around the rope. It didn't have any knots, and Troy wasn't sure what to expect. He was amazed when Laura started climbing, hand over hand, pulling herself up the rope with no trouble at all. He could feel her muscles tense for the strain of the climb, and she felt even more sturdy, her little abs jutting out and flexing, exploding with strength, as she used her arms and core to pull herself and Troy up the rope. At the top, she lopped her hands around the rope where it was wrapped around a thick branch, the rope offered a few slack inches where she gripped, and then did a set of 10 pull-ups.
   Troy could see her arms the whole time, the forearms were bursting, and he could clearly see the muscles of the upper arm working as Sara seemed to not even notice.
   "You are amazing!" Troy said quietly, amazed at her strength. He was having trouble swallowing, the pit of his stomach felt like it had dropped to the ground. He thought about Heather, who had climbed this rope many times, but no chance she could do it with his 150 pounds clinging to her.
   "You haven't seen anything." She taunted playfully, as she made her way down the rope, dropping the last 8 feet to the ground. She landed like a jungle cat, her legs carrying the weight and staying perfectly balanced. Next, she made her way towards a circle of stumps and rocks that were situated around a makeshift fire pit. She squatted low, her butt almost touching the ground, and scooped up one of the big stumps. It looked huge, but her strong arms grabbed it on each side and she hauled it up above her head. She turned her head to look him in the eye with a big smile, and then straightened her posture and began some deep squats.
   Troy could see the width of her thighs, the thick muscle protruding as her legs exploded with each rep. Again, he thought of Heather. She had muscular legs that were strong, but compared to Laura she just seemed skinny. With Laura, the legs were so thick and round. Huge round calves that looked hard as iron accented her big round thighs. As he looked down, he pictured her leg bones somewhere in the middle of the meaty mountain of rock-hard muscle. His favorite part of the view might have been the perfectly round butt in the tiny little shorts. It looked so toned, he just wanted to touch it!
   Laura literally was purring as she pumped out 30 reps. She decided to drop the stump, taking care to turn it back on its side and replacing it in the circle. Troy noticed she didn't seem winded, he could feel her rock hard body expand and then deflate as she took a few breathes. Troy squeezed as hard as he could, but his legs had no chance against the steel muscle. Laura then moved to a giant rock that was by far the biggest at the circle. It was big enough for two people, and had to weigh more than both of them together.
   Like a machine, hardly slowing, Laura got really low to the ground and put her arms under the giant rock. With a grunt, she lifted it and shifted her body, arching her back to get the rock snugly resting against her legs and tummy as she regrouped. With a little exertion, she stood up and with a massive heave she lifted the rock above her, letting out a growl. Troy was in awe, dumbfounded by how strong Laura was. He could feel her muscles exploding, the hardness was unreal! Even more impressive, she let the rock crash down on her stomach. He had watched strongwoman do something similar, lifting a large stone and he had seen giant woman have the wind knocked out of them,
   Still, Laura had full control of the rock, holding it well above his locked legs, the giant rock bounced off her chiseled pecs and iron abs, Laura showing the rock what true hardness felt like. He could see her flexed pecs and abs were holding the stone in place, as she shifted a little bit, again it was the rock that was being pushed away, her iron boobs and belly holding the rock and simply overwhelming it. Troy could feel the strong neck and shoulder pumped from the exertion, he was blow away. He guessed the rock was at least 250 pounds, probably more. Doing some quick math, she was carrying at least 400 pounds, close to 4 times her weight. Her sturdy little legs didn't seem to notice, as she was as comfortable as ever.
   As Laura prepared for another rep, he could see her belly expand as she sucked in another deep breathe. Again, he was blown away that her stomach was pushing the weight like it was a beach ball.  As her chest filled with air, her lithe body pushed the rock away several inches, like it was a balloon. With a burst of strength, she lifted the giant rock again, holding it for a few seconds above her, using her body and core to balance the weight and hold it up there. In a show of almost superhuman power, she squatted down a bit, and then did a jumping squat lifting her almost a foot off the ground. Troy held on tight, and his words couldn't describe the hardness and power he felt holding onto Laura as her muscles flexed and contorted as they powered the freak jump she had just done. Next, she ordered Troy to get down unless he wanted to be crushed. Laura dropped the rock quick back down against her body, and took a few steps back. She put her back snugly against a giant tree and with a loud grunt she lifted the rock back up part way, just to let it slam back down. She did it again, only much harder, adding momentum to the rock as it slammed her into the tree, sandwiched between  the two.
   "Nothing!" She bragged, and Troy had no reason to doubt her! For her next feat, she took a few steps away from the tree, and turned to face it. She had nothing but grass around her, as she laid down with her back on the ground, almost collapsing under the weight of the rock. The tiny raven haired powerhouse was on the ground, with the huge rock laying on her stomach, arms still to the side to hold it in place. With a surge of power, she expanded her stomach, the muscles raising it a few inches, and the rock itself was thrown about an inch in the air before coming back down to be stopped by her solid abs. She sucked in, letting the rock fall a few couple inches. She was so strong that even with hardly flexing or tensing her abs, she had no problem holding the weight.
   Laura did the same trip again, pushing the rock up with her stomach expanding, bouncing it even further this time. She quickly sucked in, and then back out. The falling rock colliding with the solid muscle, bouncing it up again. After a few seconds, she turned it into more of a belly roll, and with nearly perfect control and rhythm, she kept the rock bouncing several inches each time, laughing as she went.
   "My brother had this huge kettle-bell that he could hardly lift, 50kg. I started using it for sit-ups and crunches, but then I figured out how to bounce it. I never tried with a rock before, but it is just as easy!" She said giggling, having more fun than one would expect just smashing herself with a rock.
   Next, in another surge of strength, she did a sit-up holding the rock, and rolled it forward and off her. She flipped it over a few more times, and she was almost to a big tree stump right right to the one she had put her back to just a few minutes ago. This time, she pushed in close to the tree and wrapped her ankles around it, giving herself some leverage as she slid back under the rock, and partly  rolled the huge rock back on top of her stomach. Using the tree to lock her legs, she grabbed the rock to keep it in place, and started doing some slow and controlled sit-ups. Near the top, she was doing some pulses back and forth, and he could see her abs exploding through her shirt, pushing the rock away from her.
   Laura's stomach was extremely strong, and she was not having a problem with the weight. Her brother was an elite wrestler, becoming state champion, a college scholarship and eventually making it to become an Olympic alternate. When Randy was 21, and on the verge of making the Olympics, 11 year old Laura literally blew him away in ab strength and conditioning. A few years later, she was much stronger and conditioned, and hungry to improve. She had loved dominating boys, be they her schoolmates, or her elite-brothers training buddies. Many times he would tease that his little sister was stronger than his teammates, and when he brought her to practice or the gym, she proved it.
   On one day, she had done the workout of the day against his whole team, all 8 of them. To prove her conditioning, she used some small ankle weights and a 15 pound plate. She did the ab workout for 2 hours and 40 minutes, without a break, outlasting her brother and his 7 teammates, who each went as long as they could. With the 4 pound ankle weights and the plate, she had given herself a disadvantage, but it hadn't helped.
   Laura was really feeling the burn, but she knew she could have went longer. If that wasn't enough, an hour workout, followed by the 2 hours and 40 minutes, Randy made a bet that Laura could take punches from any of them. Randy knew how strong she was, and he was confident she could have went punch for punch with all of them, and came out on top. He had used Laura as a punching-bag, and had stacked plate after plate after plate on her. Nothing ever slowed her down.
   She stood with her back against a heavy-bag, and put her hands above her head. She was wearing a t-shirt, her rack of abs covered. The boys each took a shot, and they were quickly defeated, seeing the hopelessness of the task before them. They were free to throw as many punches as they wanted, but they didn't want to admit how much it hurt. Hands were smashed and bruised, Laura was not even phased.
   
   Troy was watching her exhibition with the rock, when she told him to climb on the rock. As Laura lay back, feet on the ground with knees bent hands behind her head, and a small boulder on top of her, Troy carefully climbed on top of the rock, sitting down right around the middle. He spread his body for balance, but it wasn't needed. The rock was mostly flat on the top and bottom, and it worked perfectly. Laura started doing her belly wave, but she did it slow and controlled. The rock wasn't bouncing, but it was going up steadily, like it had some hydraulic lift underneath.
   Laura was just smiling, this game was still not challenging her. Carefully, she pulled her legs away from the tree, and started doing some inverted v-ups. Each time she brought her stomach and legs up for a rep, the rock would go way up, and then back down to lay flat. After about 40 reps, Laura was starting to feel a burn. She ordered Troy off, and got back to her feet.
   He was still too amazed to say much, just staring at her. She was starting to sweat through her shirt, and he could see the damp fabric clinging to her, and showing him everything below. He could see she had nothing under the shirt, and her tight torso was simply intimidating. As she caught her breath, he just started, totally captivated by this little musclebound nymph in front of him. He had been hard the whole time, turned on more than he had ever been in his life. It reminded him of when he was young, the first time he got into his grandfathers nudie magazines. As much as he was turned on by Heather, Laura was blowing his mind.
   She gave Troy more instructions, and they tried a few more things. Laura laid down on the rock, with her legs dangling off. Next she put her legs straight out, and told him to get on. He straddled her legs, sitting on her ankles as they hung off the rock, and she just held him there. For fun, she pushed him up and down with some slow leg raises, Troy having a chance to feel up her legs. They didn't disappoint, and they felt so much thicker and harder then the legs he was use to. Laura was tall and skinny, but her legs were impressive and felt hard as steel, the back especially felt like corded metal wires. As his hands wandered up her legs, Laura sat up and dropped him with a laugh,
   "Not yet." She ordered, knowing that Troy was completely under her spell at this point. As he got back to his feet, she got off the rock, and laid on the ground next to it. She told him to get on top of the rock, and started doing some crunches. Nothing special, just laying on the ground doing some ab crunches.
   She instructed him to jump off the rock, and stomp onto her stomach. He did as instructed, jumping way up and coming down with as much force as he could muster, feet slamming right down on the middle of her gut.
   "Fuck!" He screamed out, it felt like he had hurt his legs. He had tried stomping in a cement garage, and it hadn't felt anything like that. He thought of Heather, her abs toned and hard, so much superior to his own, but still her abs had a long way to go and compared to Laura, Heather was made of mush. Abs of marshmallow. How could it even be possible? Heather had put almost everyone to shame with her strength.
   "Don't hurt yourself, you aren't much good to me broken!" She said calmly, and Troy still felt like he was dreaming. He stomped and jumped, for a bit running in place.
   Laura kept doing the crunches, leaving her stomach partially flexed. After a few minutes, she warned him to get ready. She prepared, and then did a full flex of her pecs and abs, her body turning harder than diamond.
   Just the day before, Sara and Heather were talking about this story, as Laura had filled in all the blanks for Heather, sharing her journal from back then. Heather wouldn't experience Laura for another week, but she still said that even with her current strength, if 22 year old Heather of today had went against 13 year old Laura, it wouldn't have been close. Laura was just at another level, maybe a few levels above. The fight that pitted Wanda and Laura against Heather was different, Laura was mentally broken and beaten. She hadn't been training, she had hardly been eating. More than anything, Heather hoped for another chance to test herself, and maybe even win Laura back. At the same time Sara wanted nothing more than another chance at Alicia, this time in a much more personal fight. Would it surprise anyone if they got what they wanted?
   Troy was blown away with what he felt underneath him, it felt like he could have cut himself on the rock plates that Laura called abs. With the dampness amplified by his wet feet, the shirt was completely see through, and he could clearly see a pair of abs popping out right under her perky little breasts, an iron 8 pack that was just truly heavenly. He counted the 8 bricks, tapping them one at a time with his toes. He ran his toes over the ridged abs, amazed at how solid they were.
   He started marching again, his feet stomping down hard. He started giggling like a school girl. After another minutes, Laura waved him down towards her. She folded her shirt up a couple inches, and grabbed his head and pushed it down, his lips going down to touch the exposed part. She was salty and sweaty, her body smelling like an athlete.
   He did as he was told, and kissed the steel abs of this goddess as she did a bunch more sit-ups and crunches. He kissed and kissed, even using his tongue to lick her. He loved the salty taste of dirt and sweat, her soiled body had been working since early in the morning. The sweaty little amazon pushed him off after a minute, and she stood back to her feet. Troy sat there on his butt, looking up at her, wishing she would let him explore the rest of her.
   She walked up to him, and turned her back, her butt just inches away from his face. He reached up and started to cup one cheek, and she slapped his hand away.
   "Get on!" She ordered, and he didn't hesitate to hop back on her back. Her hands were there to hold his legs, as he wrapped them around the top of her slender hips. He felt brave and used his hands to fondle her while she took a few steps. His hands explored her front, her little boobs felt round and much fuller than Heather's, especially the muscle underneath. Even through the shirt, he could feel the nipples that were like iron buttons. As his hands wandered down further, she yelled at him to hold on.
   She wasn't quite done, and wanted to try one more thing. She freed her hands, and he clung tightly to her strong body as she found a suitable tree and pulled herself up, legs dangling a few inches off the ground. She was use to doing this on gym equipment, but figured this would be fun to try. Wrapping her legs around the trunk tightly she let her arms go. Using just her abs for support she held them both upright, and then sat back. She did it again, doing a sit-up with him clinging to her back. He pulled his legs higher around her belly to feel the muscles working, and couldn't believe how the muscles hardened as she worked, her muscle fibers conditioned beyond reason, every muscle stronger and harder than metal. This girl was amazing.
   Sadly, it was getting dark and they both had school in the morning. After another minute, Laura was clearly impressed with herself, and grabbed the tree, gracefully dismounting.
   Troy made his move, and started kissing her, while punching her hard in the belly. It was harmless, but he still loved the feeling of being dominated by this little muscle goddess. Her stomach put him to shame, and his punches were weak. After a few more punches, with reflexes like he would see in a Martial Arts movie, she drove a punch to his stomach, dropping him to the ground in writhing pain, unable to breath. Laura bent down and kissed him, and ran off back to her house. Troy couldn't even get up for 10 minutes, and barely limped home to his bed.
   Heather called him that night, and as they talked late into the night, he couldn't stop thinking about Laura. The next few days he didn't hear anything from Laura. The day after that, he was spending more time with Heather, who was really progressing. He felt her biceps, which were becoming very hard, and then was playtime, him vs her stomach.
   Heather liked to do something called hundreds. First she would do 100 reps of an exercise, say sit-ups. Then Troy would punch her 100 times in the stomach. Then Heather would do another 100 reps, followed by another 100 punches. For a long time, she got stuck between 300 and 400. Lately she had progressed and gotten near to 450. She loved to be punched into submission, to just be dominated and punched until her stomach couldn't take it or until she was out cold due to lack of oxygen. Troy was punching as hard as he could, really trying to hurt her. He loved that he couldn't Laura, but that he could hurt Heather. To him, establishing that Laura was stronger was paramount, he wanted to be completely sure of her dominance over Heather.
   She had finished the 2nd 100 punches and sit-ups, and was drawing closer to finishing the 3rd 100, bringing the number of punches to 300 and sit-ups to 200. Troy was lost in thoughts of Laura, and didn't stop punching. Heather was hardly able to breathe, as 300 went up to 320, and then 350.
   He finally stopped, but Heather sort of calmed down and liked the idea that he put forth in his excuse, he was pushing her because he knew she could do it. He suggested next week, they try 150s. Heather loved that idea. After a short break, Heather was back at it.
   As Troy left her room to get some drinks, Heather started doing some crunches, laying on the ground in just a black thong, she loved to show off. Troy came back with the drinks, and put them down. He got back to throwing some gentle punches.
   "Is that the best you got?" She smiled, and noticeably flexed. Her barely visible six-pack was instantly revealed, and looked indestructible. Troy giggled as he punched it, and was impressed at how strong Heather was. Recently, Heather had completely changed her training and diet plan, and it had shown. Even with the extra punches, Heather had taken them with little trouble. She had not timed her breathing right, but her stomach was still strong. Troy threw some of his hardest punches, and they bounced off. Her pink skin was more his taste than the pale white skin of Laura. Heather was more beautiful, with a great smile and lovely blonde hair. She had shapely legs and hips, and a great style. Whereas Laura was somewhat of an awkward tomboy, Heather was much for feminine. Heather had always liked girls, had only been with a few boys.
   Heather was attracted to tomboys though, and she had a few friends who she liked to be around and play rough. Often wrestling and tickling, her best friend was a short blonde who had insane legs, but a much weaker upper body. Kara was her senior by several years, but Heather always seemed to get the best of her in wrestling. Troy didn't fare much better, with Heather almost always getting the best of him as well. She was a strong girl, but he really had his doubts she could hold her own against Laura.
   Troy stood up, and took a few steps. He ran back towards her, and did a jumping stomp. Heather saw what he was doing, and flexed as hard as she could, and Troy landed hard!
   "Are you trying to fucking kill me, bro?" She asked, clearly not amused. She stood up, and got right in his face.
   Troy was amazed at what he felt, he thought that maybe Heather had been toying with him. When he punched her earlier, she was hard. But when he had done the stomp, it was something completely different. It was unreal, like trying to stomp a mountain.
   "Just now, you flexed really hard. What the fuck was that?" He asked, completely curious.
   "Promise not to get mad? Well ya, I haven't been completely honest with you. Lately, I have been going easy on you because I am afraid to show you how strong I really am. I didn't want to scare you off." She announced, her eyes looking down to the floor as she looked sad, afraid at his response.
   After reassuring her nothing could make him want her more, she came back to life. Troy thought to himself, nothing except proving she was stronger than Laura. Heather had truly improved her strength, and she decided to show it off. Her garage had a makeshift gym, and out they went into the heat. Heather was still only wearing a black cotton thong, Troy clad in a t-shirt and mesh shorts. They had the house to themselves, and Heather's cat was the only witness.
   Heather showed off her strength, the insane amount of push-ups and bench pressing was paying off, as she had greatly increased her bench press, able to put up 135 for a full 50 reps. Next, she showed off with the 30 pound barbells, curling them for 3 sets of 30. The garage was hot, and Heather was pouring with sweat, her body glistening as her muscles looked even more ripped than usual. The double bicep flex that followed was nothing short of amazing, as Troy couldn't believe how Heather looked. Much like holding back her full power, he wondered if she had done the same with the flexing. Her arms with thicker, the peaks bigger, and everything was harder than he could believe. She knocked on her flexed pec with a closed fist, like knocking on a door, and all he heard was a dull thud. She punched herself hard in the stomach, and laughed. They both knew her punch was much harder than his, and she punched herself again, taunting him, as they kissed. Heather showed off a bit more, and they went off to the shower to freshen up.
   Later that night, they were cuddling on the couch watching a movie, and Troy saw a shadowy form outside watching. He was sure it was Laura, and he couldn't help to be worried she would start a scene. Not long after, Troy had to leave and go home, before Heather's dad returned.
   A few houses down the road, he wasn't surprised when Laura popped out from behind a tree. As Laura pouted about sharing with Heather, Troy had an idea. That Sunday, he would have both Heather and Laura over and they would do a challenge to decide who would get him.
   Laura loved the idea, and he just hoped Heather would play along. The next few days went by in a daze, Troy spending near all his time fantasizing about the two girls fighting, with multiple different outcomes. He honestly couldn't decide who to root for, being happy with both outcomes. In the back of his mind, he hoped somehow to end up with both of them and have the night of his life.
   The days flew by, and Sunday arrived. Troy lived in a big house, with a fenced in yard, and a pool surrounded by a large screened in lanai. Not super common in the northern states, but very popular for those who had them. Heather arrived, and they had some lunch, sharing a couple beers after. They were enjoying the sun, Heather modeling a new bikini.
   The blue and green print was just a little big for her, but she hoped to grow into it. She looked ripped, the past few months really transforming her body. She was very comfortable in the bikini, feeling she would be more than a match for Laura next year. Without Troy or Heather noticing, Laura slipped in the back door of the lanai.
   "What the fuck are you doing here?" Heather screamed, seeing Laura standing there in a giant t-shirt smiling.
   "No yelling, the neighbors are gonna hear!" Troy said calmly, trying to diffuse the situation. "What do you want, Laura?" He continued, playing his role without getting too excited. Heather was giving Laura a dirt look, staring straight at her. The cute blonde was literally shaking with anger, fists clenched.
   "You know what I'm here for, Troy. I want you for myself. You said you are with Heather, but I think you want to be with me." She finished, her smile beaming.
   Heather was shaking her head, still furious. "I'm not going to fight you, now leave before we call the police." She spit out the words through clenched teeth, angry beyond reason. This was suppose to be a special day, and now this little cunt was here to ruin it.
   "I don't want to fight you. We are both too pretty for that, and fighting is unpredictable. Instead, we have a series of challenges, eleven in total. The winner of each challenge gets a point, and whoever has more points get to have her way with Troy, while the other watches. These are the list of challenges, do you accept? This is the only way to see who is better." Laura finished explaining, and Heather was quick to browse the list and nod in agreement.
   Troy couldn't believe what was happening, amazed by his luck. Laura picked up a bag she had behind her, and they all went to the basement. It had a bunch of gym equipment, with a large mat in the middle. Next to that was a plush carpet, with a giant couch and TV. It was complete with a bar, sink, and fridge full of water. They had everything they needed. Best yet, Troy's stepmom liked to do fitness v-logs, so he already had the perfect set-up to record the whole thing!
   Heather went into the bathroom and changed from her new bikini, into a white thong and bra. Laura stripped off the t-shirt, and stood in a black one-piece bathing suit which really accentuated her butt, and the tight fabric showed her ripped abs. Heather stood proudly with her stomach fully exposed, looking thick and strong. She felt confident in herself, and actually was happy to have this chance to face her nemesis. The girls had cut up 11 pieces of paper, putting a challenge on each one. They put them into a bag, and had Troy draw out the first piece.
   "Arms. The contest will consist of the judge rating both girls arms according to size, shape, and hardness. The winner will receive one point." He read uniformly from the guide sheet that Laura had given him. She had this all planned out, and Troy was seriously impressed. Beyond excited at what was next.
   Heather went first, flexing fiercely. She had always been confident in her arms, especially her biceps. Her forearm was solid steel, and her arm looked shredded, the not so little peak was just over 12 inches. It was really hard, especially the ball of the bicep, Troy could hardly squeeze it at all. Heather gritted her teeth, and flexed as hard as she could, her shoulder and arms shaking from the strain. He had planed to give her a rating of 9. This last little effort made the bicep grow just a touch, but it felt even harder. On the card he wrote down 9.5.
   The arm was small but hard, and the shape was beautiful, a nice rounded peak and a bicep that really popped out from her small frame.
   Next he moved on to Laura, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Laura was the heavier girl, but she was tall and slender with a very slight build. Heather was slightly thicker, but when it came to flexed biceps it was no contest.
   Laura had a forearm that looked bigger, and felt indescribably hard. When Laura brought her arms up, they exploded. The little balls of muscle were more pronounced. Her bicep wasn't as long or wide as Heather's it was just a perfect round ball if muscle. They measured at an insane 13.5 inches flexed, the peaks so big and round that it was a few inches of just muscled peak.
   If the size different wasn't enough, the difference in hardness was unfathomable. Laura had the hardest biceps he could imagine, literally unbreakable diamond hard muscle. He thought of squeezing a baseball or lacrosse ball, but it didn't do justice to what he was feeling. He fought hard the temptation to kiss it, and just went on squeezing.    

   After a minute, he announced the score. They had a dry erase board with 11 lines to keep score. He filled in the first line, and then gave the girls the score.
   "For arms, Heather had a score of 9.5. However, Laura showed superior size, and with a huge advantage in firmness. The clear winner was Laura, with a score of 12!" He announced.
   "How does she get a 12, I thought it was between 1 and 10?" Heather responded, angry that she was so clearly outclassed in one of her favorite categories. Troy just shrugged, and they moved on to the next drawing.
   "Round 2, the bench press! The winner will be whoever can handle more weight." He read, not much to say on this one. It was a simple. The bar was already ready to go, a full sized plate on each side. Heather had been practicing, and she remembered very well the 30 reps that Laura had performed in gym class. She hopped under the bar, grabbed it, and started pumping out dozens of reps. She stopped at 66, unable to reach her goal of 75. She was happy with her performance, sure that Laura couldn't match her.
   Laura was not impressed, ordering Troy to add another set of plates, as 135 became 225. Laura had gained a lot of muscle since the last time, and she weighed in at 116 pounds, a full 15 pounds heavier than Heather. As Laura got into place on the bench, Heather could see the skin-tight bathing suit sticking to her. Laura had outgrown it a few years ago, and now the material could barely contain her thicker body. It molded to her pecs, which Heather could see were like raised discs under her small boobs, her arms and shoulders looked like solid muscle. Heather excepted a few reps, but was astounded at what she was seeing. Laura didn't stop at 10, or 20, or 66. She stopped at 100, saying she could do more.
   Heather was starting to get worried, 15 pounds or not, Laura had just embarrassed her. Troy was quick to mark it down on the board. Heather- 0, Laura-2. She noticed he was really enjoying this, and couldn't help but to feel betrayed. Could she really blame him, though?
   "Round 3 will be wrestling. This is not submission wrestling, the winner is first to 3 points. Points will be awarded for pinning opponent your opponents shoulders for 10 seconds." He finished, reading guide, and he wasn't sure what to think of this one. Heather was a great wrestler, and she had had luck against the much stronger Kara. Heather and Kara had been wrestling since they were little girls, and were always evenly matched. Kara was a few years older, and build like a tank. She had a solid six-pack, and legs so packed with muscle they looked primed to burst. Her calves were especially huge. Kara was the star point guard on the girls basketball team, and was very well conditioned.
   As strong as Laura was, Troy had to think that Kara was bigger and stronger. Kara and Heather were evenly matched, and that made him wonder if Laura could win this round. It didn't matter, he was confident that she would prevail, and he still had his mind set of a threesome of muscle worship and debauchery.
   The girls looked ready to put hands on each other, and lined up on the mat. Troy was loving the view, and totally ready to be the referee. The signal was given, and the girls started circling each other. Laura was clearly a few inches taller, but Heather looked to be more than game. Laura started by going low, shooting for a double-leg takedown. Heather surprised her by spinning and dropping to the ground on top of Laura.
   Laura was down on her stomach, with Heather on her back, quickly locking her arms around Laura. The tight squeeze didn't seem to slow Laura down, as she turned her body, twisting to her back. She tried to get a good posture, but Heather surprised her again. Heather grapevined her legs, and  Laura couldn't seem to wiggle free, as Heather locked her hands on Laura's wrists. Laura thrashed and tried to posture up, but Heather pressed down with all her strength, pinning the bigger girl.
   The tight bathing suit was constricting Laura, and it actually started to rip as she struggled. A few times, Heather pinned her for a few seconds. Heather was on top, so her weight was giving her an advantage, and Laura just didn't have full mobility. Heather tried again and again to get the pin, but she could only get 4 seconds. Laura wasn't tiring, and no matter how hard she tried, Laura was stronger, using her core to fold Heather and break the pin. Laura stopped fighting back, and Heather postured up slightly, her booty up in the air, her core and glues trying to overpower Laura. Heather was again trying to wrap her arms around Laura in a crushing squeeze.
   Laura only stopped struggling to try and free herself from the bathing suit. She loved it, but she had a few more like it. She was not happy when she pulled it off, ripping more of the material in the process.    
   Troy watched with glee as Laura tore off her bathing suit, laying there fully nude under Heather. Laura wasn't finished, and used her arms to quickly and expertly peel the top of Heather as well, the pretty blonde not even know what was happening until it was too late. Laura postured up and gained a little leverage, as she snaked her arms under Heather's. Heather was still squeezing, but with Laura keeping her arms underneath she had an advantage. They both tried to squeeze each other, and before long it was obvious that Heather was becoming uncomfortable. Troy was oblivious to what was going on, but Laura knew exactly what was happening.
   She was starting to take charge. Laura was crushing Heather, making it hard for her to breath. Even more concerning, the girls boobs were pressing together, and Laura was completely overwhelming poor Heather, her cute tits had no chance against the bigger, firmer, and more developed globes of the younger Laura. She felt like Laura's nipples were driving into her like steel pistons. If that wasn't bad enough, Laura had gotten her legs free, and had Heather's legs pinned together. Laura had complete control, and could have flipped over Heather at will and pinned her. Laura was having fun though, and secured her bearhug even more, her little wrecking ball boobs crushing poor Heather like to water balloons. Heather couldn't breathe, her lungs and air being totally constricted, and she was soon out cold. Laura squeezed her as hard as she could for a few seconds, and then flipped Heather onto her back. As Laura stood up, Troy could see her in all her glory. Laura put on foot on the unconscious Heather, and flexed her biceps as Troy counted to 10.
   He could barely finish the count, his eyes glued to Laura. He watched as Laura bent down and stripped the thong off Heather, leaving her there drooling. Laura stood there, her legs somehow looking better with he tight little butt showing. It was bigger than he expected, and meaty and round. Her legs surprised him, they were just so long and beautiful. Her boobs also looked much bigger and more full without a wet shirt getting in the way. She was hairless, with cute little hips and the most ridiculous abs he had ever seen. She reminded him of a dancer he had one seen, her whole stomach was like a 3-d pop-up book. It looked like it should be flat, but overdeveloped insane muscles jutted out, just breathtakingly strong. 
   As Heather came to, they took a 5 minute break for water. Heather was comfortable being nude,  but she felt outclassed by Laura. Still, that was the least of her worries. She was beginning to regret this. At the same time, she was being turned on by the domination, surprised at how much she liked the feeling in the pit of her stomach when she thought about Laura always beating her.
   The girls returned to the mat, and the signal got them started. The girls charged each other, and Heather was just a little quicker, but the girls quickly fell into a stalemate as they fought for leverage. They both got close again, and wrapped arms around each others waste, using a Greco-Roman style of wrestling. Heather couldn't believe how hard it was to squeeze Laura, the girl was solid muscle! The clinch that they were sharing put less pressure between boobs, but they were belly to belly. Each girls abs were like a suit of armor, protecting from damage and pressure. Eventually one had to give, and not surprisingly it was Heather. Her squeeze was getting weaker, while Laura seemed to just be gaining strength. Laura was built like a superhero, and her freaking physique was making Heather feel nervous and anxious, the complete superiority of the younger girl was overwhelming her with emotion. She could only mask her desire with anger, as she screamed and tried to out muscle Laura. Those arms were just so strong, Heather couldn't get free. She tried to snake her arms under, but this time Laura just broke the hold on her own and let Heather free.
   Heather felt weak, but sucked in a huge gulp of air. Like a flash, Laura was on her, this time grabbing her around the waist from behind, and slamming her down. Heather tried to fight it, but Laura got her legs around her and managed to flatten her out. Heather was on top, he legs wrapped tightly around Heather, riding her like a horse, posturing up in the saddle.
   Troy could see that Laura was really trying to display her dominance, the way she was riding Heather. She could have put Heather down on her back, but by keeping her on her stomach she was just toying with her. Troy could see the round butt of Laura, displayed proudly over poor Heather, and her long legs looked like they were hardly squeezing Heather.
   Poor Heather, she was fading again. Laura decided that Heather had enough, and decided to end it. She let her legs slide deeper onto Heather, and got her meaty things right around the middle of Heather, and squeezed her like she had never believed possible.
   Kara had the legs that were unreal, 26 inches of steel. Heather had been squeezed by Kara dozens of times, and never was overwhelmed. Yet with Laura, somehow she felt like she was going to break in half. She begged Laura to let her go, eyes welling with tears.
   Laura just squeezed harder, smiling at the sobbing blonde underneath her. The only way this would end is if Heather went to sleep again, or if Laura let her turn to her back.
   It took a few more minutes for Laura to go limp, Laura roughly flipping her over, and pinning her with a rough choke. Heather woke up, and for a few minutes she just laid in a fetal position. When she got up, it was clear her stomach hurt her, and she was favoring it. The girls took 10 minutes, and Heather felt as good as she could. They met again, and this time Laura just overwhelmed her. She mixed wrestling holds, and some Judo throws to just annihilate poor Heather. She picked her up, and threw her down over and over. To finish Heather, she stunned her with a butt drop, knocking the wind out of the poor blonde and keeping her down for the easy pin.
   "The winner of round 3, by a score of 3 to 0, Laura!" Troy was so excited, he was tripping over his words. "The 4th round will be booty! Each girl will be given a rating by the judge based on shape, size, firmness, roundness, and general bootyliciousness." He was getting giddy at the though of finally giving some attention to Laura's derriere.
   The girls would be evaluated while standing, and while laying down. First, Heather lined up on the wall, sticking her butt out and leaning forward, elbows against the wall. Her furry bush looked messy, the fluff showing clearly between her legs and cheeks, her butt looking pert and plump. As she turned her head to look at Laura, she saw the slender girl leaning over to pull something out of her bag.
   Heather was hopeful that she would win this challenge. She had a nice butt, and was slightly bigger than her opponents, but even Heather was amazed at the roundness and beauty of the raven hair girls curves.
   As Laura stood up, she pulled a foot long length of black steel piping, some of the hardest pipe in the world. She pranced across the room and stood near Heather, and put herself in a similar stance, butt stuck out behind her. Without hesitation, she put her hand behind her back, and stuck the reinforced pipe behind snugly between her cheeks. Heather and Troy's eyes were locked on her, as she slid the pipe down till it was firmly in between her cheeks.
   The the round, flawless, pale little white muscle cheeks turned into two slabs of pulverizing meat, as they  clenched like two pistons. The pipe was mangled and crushed like it was made of rubber, and her butt took a curved shape, almost like a heart. The cheeks looked round and absurdly toned as you could see the round indentations in her butt where it contracted.
   "Stronger than steel." Laura said sternly, huge grin on her face.
   She let go of the tension, and the pipe fell the ground, looking flat as an envelope in the middle where it had met Laura's iron glutes. Laura kicked the pipe away, and set herself with hands against the wall, leaning forward. They looked like they were ready to be frisked, as  officer Troy moved in.
   Just looking, he was still amazed by just how round Laura's booty was, each cheek white just heavenly white skin with a perfect complexion, the curve to it was almost unreal, just round and perky as could be.
   First Troy moved to Heather, who's ass was no stranger to him. It was meaty and nice looking. Her cheeks were big enough that she had a crease where the butt hung over, although it was pleasantly lifted and toned. Still, it had a soft feel with just a touch of cellulite. In a pair of jeans it looked great, but up close it wasn't quite as impressive. He gave it a squeeze and massaged the cheeks, giving it a light slap which was the signal for her to flex it, they had played this game many times.
   Even flexed, her butt was a little soft, though the inner muscle felt really hard and strong. It was a good size, and her beefy little thighs got thicker as they went up which made her booty look more pronounced. Troy spent some more time squeezing and evaluating, enjoying every second. Heather bounced her cheeks from clenched to unclenched as Troy watched in glee, impressed by the muscle control. The curve of her back showed the thick booty in all its glory, and even Troy had to admit it looked powerful and fit.
   Heather straightened her back, standing up, with her legs squared. Her butt looked rounder and larger from this angle, just two beautiful cheeks with great shape. She clenched hard, and Troy gave a squeeze. It was much harder than before!
   Next, she shifted her hips, and slid her right leg back, slanted like she was ready to start a sprint. Her cheek bulged, as the other stayed tight. She wiggled her hips a bit, and then moved back to standing straight up. Standing straight and even, she stood clenched a few more times, and then just relaxed and let Troy get the full picture. Her skin was pink and smooth, from this angle there was no notice of blemish or cellulite, just two flawless cheeks that were above average size, with great tone and roundness.
   Troy nodded, and groped her one last time. He was building up the suspense and anticipation, almost overwhelmed by the thought of moving on to Laura, who was standing there patiently. Heather had put on quite a show, and Troy wasn't sure what to expect. After seeing the stunt with the pipe, he was literally trembling with excitement. He had seen Heather crack a walnut between here cheeks before, but he was sure she couldn't have even dented the pipe, yet Laura had flattened it to the size of a notebook or smaller. He readied himself, confident that he was about to experience another class of booty.
   The girls traded taunts and jabs as he took the few steps over to stand right behind Laura. As he gazed at the beauty of her goddess butt, he was almost mesmerized by the perfect shape and symmetry. He had the feeling he was looking at a statue, just two perfectly round, tight cheeks of flawless white marble.
    Immaculate. Superior. Impeccable. Words kept coming to his mind, and he was so in awe that he had trouble actually moving to start his examination, his hands unable to move. He was having trouble computing things, was he still dreaming? How could Laura be such a perfect specimen? She was barely 13, and yet she had the mind and body of a girl much older. As his hands closed on the perfect rear of the milky skinned nymph, Troy let a cooing nose that sounded almost orgasmic.
   His hands squeezed, but the musclebutt was just so firm and round that he could hardly make a dent. Little Laura was just on another level, and he knew that Laura knew it. As he fondled every inch of her perfect little tush, he felt almost nauseous, overwhelmed by the surge of emotion and pure eroticism that was coming over him. He wanted Laura so bad!
   His hands probing, reassuring him that every inch of each magnificent cheek was truly peerless. His hands felt top, bottom, inside and out, squeezing to no avail. As Laura twisted her hips and did a little dance, Troy couldn't help himself. He fell to his knees, and started kissing Laura's little booty, one cheek then the other.
   As she started to remind him he had a job to do, Troy reached back and grabbed the pipe. It was incredibly solid, he was sure that he couldn't have bent it or crushed it no matter how hard he tried! He got close to Laura, and slowly placed one of the thick sides right between her cheeks. After a quick second of her reacting to the coldness of the metal, she naturally clenched enough to hold the metal, not putting any squeeze or pressure.
   On cue, Troy put his hands cupping each cheek, and then she started to squeeze. What he felt was just muscle upon muscle compressing, her cheeks turning much harder than the steel, and it was crushed almost instantly. The raw power of her clinched booty was insane, strong enough to break bone. He still couldn't compare that to the raw hardness he felt, her cheeks still holding perfect shape and roundness. With superior muscle control, she unclenched partially to let the pipe fall out, spreading her cheeks, but still kept each said completely flexed, and they felt like big round rocks that had been smoothed by running water. Laura did some posing, spreading her legs wide and his hands slipped underneath, Laura would pass any sag test with no concern, the lower butt and the connecting legs under all felt like concrete, her booty was just toned and round beyond belief. It smelled like strawberries, and didn't have a single blemish or scar, just perfect white little balls, a prototype that couldn't be copied or surpassed. After many minutes of playing, Troy knew he had to continue.
   He asked the girls to lay down, and they did. Side by side, butts only inches apart. He had them lay flat, and measured the curve and size.
   After careful examination, he realized that Laura was the winner in every category! Heather had a big butt, but when he compared it, Laura actually was bigger by a few inches. The way her rounded butt curved made it look so compact and condensed that it looked smaller. Laura had slightly thicker legs as well.    
   But when it came down to it, Laura was the winner. She was light years ahead in strength, tone, and roundness. And she was a little ahead in size. Troy just couldn't get over Laura's perfect booty! When Sara and Heather had watched this video, Sara was especially surprised at how much Laura had changed! Thinking about it now, she would give anything to see current day Heather face off against this Laura!
   After a few minuted, Troy had the girls get back to their feet. "The winner of round 4, with a score of 15 to 11, Laura! Laura is ahead 4 points to 0. As agreed, we will go through all 11 events regardless of score!" He shouted, really getting into his role. His scoring was clear to him, he figured that 10 was the baseline for well above average. Heather was easily a 10, and he gave her some bonus points for an amazing display, but Laura was just a complete goddess. He felt like it should have been 100 or 1000! Heather was feeling bad enough, and Troy thought that his emotions were making him bias towards the raven haired little muscle girl.
   The girls turned to look at him, Laura looking ripped and smooth with nary a blemish or hair. Heather looked disheveled, hair messy, her little bush looked ragged, and her body still looked worn from the destruction in the wrestling challenge. It was clear on her face that she might not win a single challenge, but she wasn't about to give up. She nibbled on her lip nervously, turning to look at Laura again, becoming more than a little turned on by being dominated.
   "Round 5 is legs! The winner is determined by shape, hardness, appearance, and muscle tone. Each girl with have her choice of hosiery." Troy smiled at this added bonus, he loved stockings.
   At that announcement, Laura returned to her backpack, opening a side pocket. Out she pulled a bag with an assortment of different stockings. Troy went to get some bottles of water, while each girl looked through the selection. After nodding, Heather grabbed hers and retreated from the room. Laura did the same, going through another door, both girls getting a chance to refresh themselves.
   Troy dropped a bottle at each door, and made his way toward the couch. After a few minutes of waiting, Heather came back first. She had chosen a set of white fishnet that went up to her waist. She had fixed her hair, and looked like a completely different girl than the one that had left a few minutes ago. She looked rejuvenated, chugging a good amount of the bottle of water, then pouring the rest on herself. She looked great in the fishnet, and white was a good color for her.
   When Laura returned, she was glistening! She wore a pair of lace black thigh-highs with a black sash around her waist with garters that clipped on the stockings, her body was covered with baby oil and it made her looks even more ripped. Her abs and pecs looked especially good, her beautiful ass seeping out with the sash on top and the stockings a few inches below. Troy stared with his mouth wide open, and again was just blown away by the sophistication, raw sex appeal and style, and just utter sexiness of Laura. Her long legs were thickly muscled, but still she a shape that a Victoria Secret model would envy.
   The girls struck some poses, and Troy started his evaluation. Taking ample time with both girls, the results sadly weren't very close. Heather came up short, as Laura was just too much. The dark haired vixen had amazing legs. They were longer, thicker, shaped better, smoother, and so much harder. The legs were pearly white, just like a perfect extension of her porcelain rump. Hard, thick muscle with no flaws, pale skin, and a shape that seemed almost divine. Her calves were little rounded diamonds, and her upper legs were just put together so well. It was an easy decision.
   "Winner of round 5, with a score of 13 to 10, Laura. Laura is ahead 5 to 0, with 6 rounds to go." He announced dryly, intent on drawing the next paper. "Round 6 will weightlifting. This will be a competition of various exercises, the first to win 3 will win this challenge. The event will consist of curls, squats, dead lifts, leg presses, and overhead presses. The challenger can chose the order of the exercises." He said, looking to Heather to chose. The blonde thought a moment, and made her picks.
   Curls, squats, and dead lifts would be the starting events, not really put much thought into it. She was impartial at this point, and just wanted to keep it simple. With the leg press, it was more power, whereas she hoped her conditioning and endurance would give her a better chance with the curls and squats. And she had grown up dead lifting, and was confident that might be her best event. 
   For curls, they agreed to spice it up a little. They would do it at the same time, and the winner would be the one to complete more reps. Laura allowed Heather to pick the weight, and she went with 25 pounds. Still wearing the stockings, she stretched out and grab her weights.
   Laura went to the weigh rack, and reached to the lower level and grabbed her pair of weights. Troy set the cadence, calling out for a rep every couple seconds. As they got close to 50, it was clear Heather was slowly down just slightly. Laura was looking strong and tireless, as they went on. In the 80s and 90s, Heather started to run out of gas. Laura was like a machine, almost robotic with her reps. Heather was struggling to raise the weight, arms shaking. At 118 Heather fell to her knees, dropping the weights. Laura didn't even seem to notice. Troy stopped counting, but Laura kept going. Each rep was as controlled and perfect as her first. Laura just kept going and going, making it a point to double Heather. She stopped at 250 reps, as Heather was getting back to her feet.
   Laura smiled, and twisted her weight to the side as she lifted it. Heather's eyes bulged in an almost comedic show of surprise when she saw that Laura had been using 40 pound weights the whole time. Laura flexed, and Heather had the sudden urge to touch herself. The biceps looked absurdly hard and peaked, the workout making them explode even more than the earlier display.
   With the squats, Heather decided to chose a lower weight and more reps, hoping that Laura would show off and burn some more energy. Even if Heather lost, at least she could help wear out Laura a bit for the later events.
   Heather kept it simple, a pair of 45 pound plates for 135 pounds, well over her bodyweight. Heather loved squats, and was really excited to see if this would be here first win. Clad in her white fishnets, she pulled the bar off the rack, getting it snugly in place, and walked over to an open space on the giant mat that took up a good portion of the room. On she went into unknown territory, he max was 500 reps and she usually struggled to get there. Today she was full of adrenaline, and feeling stronger and more determined to get a win. As she passed 600, her body was feeling like rubber. Her lungs were on fire, her legs felt like they were collapsing under her. On she went, at 650 she felt like she was getting dizzy. She stopped at 703, freezing and then just collapsing as she threw the bar out of the way.
   Troy couldn't believe how pumped her legs looked as she went on, her butt and legs seemed to be getting stronger as she went. The tight bodied little blonde looked ripped, and as she got back to her feet and grabbed a water, Troy couldn't keep his eyes off her. She was soaked in sweat, but every part of her looked pink and accommodating. She sat and relaxed a few minutes while Laura prepared.
   Laura picked up the bar, and  moved it back to the rack. She really wanted to put on a show here, and show up Heather again. Taking her time, she added a 45 pound to each plate. At 225 pounds, it was just a little over double her body-weight.
   As Laura lifted the bar, she didn't put it above her neck in a squat position, instead holding it in front of her like it wasn't even there. She sat down on the bench they had used earlier for presses, and put her back down with the bar over her chest. Next she did one of her favorite exercises. It wasn't a sit-up, and it wasn't a bench press. It was a bench-press while doing a sit-up. She would lift the bar straight up, while her abs would push up at the same time. It was slow and controlled, stopping at the top, and then dropping her body back to the bench while letting the bar come down.
   Heather didn't say anything as she did another, and Troy began to count. Laura had a good rhythm going as she chugged along to 50 reps, stopping and quickly getting to her feet with the bar in position. Much like she had done the curls, she was almost robotic in her form. It was fluid, it was perfect. She kept her form through each rep, going very low and dipping hurt butt twice before standing back up. The 500th rep was the same as the first, except at 500 she stopped for a second.
   "This is too easy, want to get on my back like we did last time, Troy?" She turned and smiled to him as she said it. Troy was on his feet and running, like a dog coming for a treat.
   Heather was furious, so he had been spending time with Laura already? Her fists clenched, and she felt a primal rage filling her. She felt like she could do another 1000 reps, and wished that she could continue. She had never felt so full of anger and adrenaline, loving the feeling and hating it at the same time. As she watched Laura, she went to the other side of the room to her backpack.
   When she got angry, pot was her best friend. She pulled out her bowl and packed it up, puffing as she watched Laura go on like some superhuman freak. So the 110 pound girl had 150 or more pounds of Troy draped over her back, and the 225 pound bar on her shoulders, and yet she wasn't slowing down. Her form was perfect at 600. Perfect at 700. On she went to 1000, and then started flirting with Troy, planting a few kisses on him after she replaced the bar on the rack and helped him down from her back. As Heather got back up for the next event, Laura walked over to her, sitting down next to her.
   Laura tenderly rubbed Heather's thigh, and praised her for the last few events. Heather couldn't help but smile, as Laura reached down to grab the bowl. Laura lit the lighter, and commenced to literally inhale the smoke. Laura sat there with her belly sucked in and flexed, as she sucked in the biggest hit Heather or Troy had ever seen. She just stood there for about a minute, not breathing. Then she smacked herself in the stomach a few times, and it sounded like some thick hardwood door on the front of a castle. While she hit herself, the smoke started to pour out, and it just kept coming.
   As Heather looked down, the bowl was totally burnt up, a testament to Laura and her superior lungs. Laura had sucked in enough smoke to get a drum circle high, but she didn't seem to even feel it.
   Still the smoke came out, and just went on. As the last of it was released, she started to giggle.
   "That was fun!" She said, a silly look on her face. It was her first time smoking, and she already felt completely stoned.
   She couldn't stop giggling as she got back to her feet, and Heather didn't know what to think. Was this a good thing, or a bad thing? It was time for the dead lift challenge, and Heather was ready to start. The girls started with 350, then 400, then 450, then 500. They loaded all the plated they had, and it was a bit over 500 pounds. Heather struggled, and barely lifted it. The bar was huge, and without the adrenaline she wasn't sure she could have managed it.
   In response, Laura asked Troy to try and push the bar down while she lifted. It didn't make a difference, as Laura easily lifted it. The weight was the same, but they both knew this contest was over. Heather had barely lifted it, Laura had snapped the weight up with more resistance, and just help it there, her iron butt looking even bigger as it powered the weight like it was a pillow.
   "The winner of the 6th event, by a score of 3 to 0. Laura! Laura is winning 6 to 0. The next event will be tits! Boobs! Knockers! Each pair will be rated according to size, shape, appearance, nipples, perkiness, firmness, and symmetry. The rack with the higher score will win!" Troy had changed a lot of the words himself, what Laura wrote was much simpler, but he was excited and it was showing.
   It only took a moment for the girls to get next to each other on the mat, and the examination began. It was more of a groping, as Heather was still pissed at Troy and wasn't enjoying him fondling her, like he hadn't done it 100 times before. Her tits were small and growing, with round nipples and a lot of pinkness to the small handfuls. The shape was very pleasing, and the iron muscled pecs underneath made them completely perky. The boobs had a cone shape to them, and the symmetry was there.
   Sara laughed when she saw this part, considering how Laura and Heather had developed. Laura was still younger in the video, but haven't seen both girls grown up, Heather had grown into a beauty with boobs that were better than Laura's in every way. At least Heather had that to hang on to!
   Troy went on for a few minutes, always affectionate towards Heather's girl parts. However he moved on to Laura, and again it was no contest. Her boobs were bigger, rounder, fuller, and more pleasing, with cute little little nipples on her silver-dollar aerola's. Whereas Heather was full of pink, Laura was pale with dark nipples and membranes. It gave her a truly exotic look, along with her long dark hair she looked alluring to both Heather and Troy.
   As Troy ravaged her, he loved the feel of her little boobs. They looked much more mature and fuller than Heather's, and Laura was nearly fully developed at 13. The firm little ring of flesh underneath made them seem abnormally perky and firm. They had great shape, decent size, and looked just beautiful! When they were grappling, Heather had been steamrolled by Laura's iron tits. It had been a true massacre as Heather was overwhelmed, with the gravity and leverage of being on top not making the slightest difference.
   Heather knew she was outclassed, and soon enough came the expected voice of Troy.
   "The winner of round 7, by a score of 12 to 11, Laura! Laura is ahead 7 to 0" He announced hastily, wondering what the next challenge could be. He made his way back to the bag with the numbers, and reached in, drawing out a card. "The next event will be the ab workout! This will be a contest of 5 different abdominal exercises with the winner getting a point for each exercise. The winner will be the first to reach 3 points. The challenger will get to chose the exercise order. The choices are weighted sit-ups, planks, leg-raises, dragon flags, and press handstands. Heather choses first." He finished.
   Heather thought about her options, wondering if it really mattered which she chose. So far, she had been outclassed in every event. Obviously, Laura wouldn't pick things that she wasn't comfortable with. Heather decided on weighted sit-ups, leg-raises, and press handstand. She did all three of these in her workout, and was comfortable with them. She shared her choices, and decided to strip off the stockings before the next event. Laura nodded and pulled off the sash and garter, leaving the black thigh-highs on. The garter was for looks, as the stockings stayed up on their own.
   Laura was quick to grab the biggest dumbbell available, 100 lbs. She laid on the ground, and stuck her feet under the thick metal bar that ran along the wall just for that reason. The wall had a large rail a few feet above the lower bar, the wall being a large mirror like you would see in a dance studio. Troy's stepmother was a former dancer, and this was mostly her personal gym and studio.    
   As the day wore on, a few times Troy wondered how Mary would stack up to the girls here. Troy knew he was no match himself.
    Laura was impatient, laying on the ground. Heather surprised her by grabbing two 100 lb dumbbells and placing herself on one of the incline benches. Heather wasn't sure if this would backfire, but she thought that if she won this event, or scored some points, she would feel a lot better going into the next couple events. If somehow she could sweep the last 4 events, she would petition for more or some kind of later rounds. Maybe another round where she could pick the events? First, she had to win the sit-ups. She thought that of everything so far, this was her best chance to win.
   Troy told them to start, and tried to match his cadence with Laura. The fiery raven haired beauty started off strong, trying to overwhelm Heather early. Heather was cruising though, actually outpacing Laura. As the reps continued, Heather just kept going, her stomach looked ripped and powerful, a thick ridge of muscle bulging down the middle of her stomach, the strongest part of her stomach.
   Laura kept on going herself, her stomach just a collage of ripped muscle. As the girls got near 500, Heather wasn't slowing down at all, her super-abs pulling her up over and over. Holding twice her body weight, with the increased leverage of the incline bar, she was doing a lot more than Laura, yet she wasn't slowing down. In fact, she was speeding up and Laura was having a problem keeping pace.
   Laura wasn't tired or fatigued, she just wasn't used to such a rapid pace and just felt awkward. She wondered if the weed had something to do with it, as her head felt blurry and her whole body felt a bit sluggish. Her mind wandered, and she found it hard to concentrate as she giggled and thought of the most random of things. It seemed Heather was going and an inhuman pace, and Troy was still counting for Laura, he was around 800 when Heather shouted 1000. And then when Laura got to 1000, Heather was getting closer to 1500. Heather was breathing hard, but she never actually slowed down her pace, her belly looking completely ripped.
   "Laura is getting too far behind, the winner is Heather. Next is hanging leg lifts. The first to complete 200 reps will win!" He announced, surprising both girls.
   Heather quickly strapped on a pair of 10 pound ankle-weights, and got under the bar. Laura looked dazed and confused as she made her way over there as well, and both girls got under the bar and ready. Troy did a countdown, and said go. Doing 200 reps was no joke, and Heather knew she would have to probably take a break at some point. Heather expected Laura to use some ankle-weights, or form of counterweight, and was surprised when she didn't. Laura wasn't acting herself, and Heather knew this was her only chance.
   Both girls started slow and steady, but Heather really started pumping up her pace. Heather pulled ahead, 25 to 20. Laura didn't seem too worried, and just kept her perfect form and pace. Heather was going as fast as she could, and gained another 5 reps. 50 to 40 Heather, as they made it to the quarter point.
   Heather somehow sped up even more, but she was getting tired quick. She was at 67 when Laura made it to 50.
    Damn the ankle-weights, this was harder than she thought. After 5 more, Heather dropped to the ground. She was at 72, and Laura at 54. Laura continued, as Heather caught her breath. She thought of taking off the ankle-weights, but was too proud to show weakness. As Laura caught up, Heather jumped back up. Heather was at 72, and Laura 70. Heather started slow, actually getting behind. Heather 80, Laura 83. They both continued at a steady pace, with Laura staying just slightly ahead. Heather got to 100 as Laura was at 105. Heather felt recovered enough to put in another surge, hoping somehow she could finish without having to stop. With a feral scream, Heather increased her speed to a frightening pace getting well ahead of Laura again. Heather felt her stomach burning, her whole chest was on fire, as she reached 140. Laura was at 125, and going as steady as ever. It didn't seem like she was even in the same time zone, her attention somewhere other than with Heather.
   After a few more reps, Heather fell to the ground, her stomach was wracked with pain, her core being destroyed by her effort. Laura just kept on going, 130, 140, 150. As Laura got close to 160, Heather somehow pushed through the pain and started again. Heather pushed herself beyond reason, and just forced herself to start going. As Laura got to 170, Heather was catching up. Laura 180, Heather 172. As Laura got to 190, Heather was just 2 reps behind her.
   It was a photo finish, as Heather passed Laura at 196, and finished just one rep ahead. Heather fell to the ground, her nude body dripping in sweat. Her stomach and arms were shaking, her muscles couldn't take any more for a few minutes.
   Laura fell to her feet and just shrugged, she wasn't even breathing hard. She was still fresh, while Heather had put everything she had just to somehow steal another point.
   "The winner is Heather, taking a lead 2 to 0. Next is the press handstand. Each competitor will do a rep until one can no longer continue. Take a 10 minute break first." Troy said, intrigued by the last couple rounds. He knew he was going to like the view, as both girls took a short break before the next event.
   With the press handstand, the girls would start sitting on the ground, legs spread apart, palms down flat. To begin, they would lift their butt and legs off the ground, and then pull back their legs out and up into a handstand.
   Heather dried herself off, and had some water. Laura left for the bathroom, and came back refreshed and clear eyed. Laura had peeled off her stockings, and Heather no longer wearing the ankle-weights. Both girls looked strong, sitting nude on the floor breathing calmly. Troy instructed them to get into place, and both girls got into position. Heather had her palms down with her legs in a v, slightly favoring her left side. The soreness from the earlier grappling, and then from the last few events, had started to hurt.
   Laura, on the other hand, felt even stronger than before. Her buzz had subsided, and her body felt calm and relaxed. She had her palms down flat, but her legs were spread to the sides in a perfect split. The girls started slowly, this was not something to rush.
   Laura had the clear advantage, as these were the kinds of exercises she preferred, her form was perfect, and he body in superior condition.
   Heather started slow, and never really seemed to get her bearings. After 30 reps, Heather was starting to lose her form. Laura continued with her perfect form, looking elegant. The next couple reps were hell for Heather, before she crumpled to the ground, almost in tears.
   It went much the same with the planks and the dragon flags, Heather was just beaten clearly and could hardly stand by the end.
   "The winner of the 8th contest, by a score of 3 to 2, Laura. Laura is now ahead 8 to 0. The next event will be, ssssssssppppppppaaaaannnkkkkssss!" He spread it out over a few seconds, explaining the rest of the rules, "Each girl will be spanked until one can no longer continue." Troy grinned mischievously as he finished.
   Both girls perked up at the mention of spanking, loving the idea of having their tight little bottoms slapped. Heather had done this many times, and figured she had a freakishly high pain threshold. She would mix pleasure with pain, and maybe could win this event.    
   Laura was also excited, confident that her tight little butt was harder than steel and more than up to the challenge. Both girls agreed to start laying down, and they got comfortable. Troy sat in the middle, with Laura on his left and Heather on his right. His right hand was his dominant hand, so he would switch every couple minutes. To start, he would just go back and forth. He also considered going at the same time, or even several spanks in a row.
   Troy figured he would switch from cheek to cheek, hoping to get a drum like pace going. As he started, he made a point of giving some extra hard slaps to Heather, seeing if he could hurt her early. Heather was clearly flexing, while Laura seemed confident to just relax and let her iron cheeks prove she was the queen of this challenge.
   After just a few rounds, his left hand was already starting to hurt. It felt like he was slapping his hand against solid rock. With Heather, her butt was firm and meaty and his right hand was bouncing off harmlessly. He decided to switch it up, and do a whole series of spanks on each girl before switching back.
   He went to work on Heather, mixing giant spanks with all his power, and little rapid fire slaps that didn't seem to do much. After a count of 100, he switched to Laura. Again, he was having trouble keeping up, as his hand felt like he was slamming it against concrete, and Laura wasn't even clenching. After another round for each girl, both girls seemed fine. Heather was starting to get a little red, but Laura still maintained her pale whiteness.
   Troy had an idea, and asked the girls to wait. He made his way around the room and to the large storage closet nearby, and returned with a few items. He carried a thick rubber glove, a hammer, and a large wooden oar. As he resumed, he put the glove on his right hand. He turned around, and this time Laura was on his right and Heather on his left. He got to work, with the glove it didn't hurt his hand as much, but he still felt a dull thud every time he brought his hand down on Laura. He was hitting her much harder than Heather, who was still taking the hits. He went on for almost 5 minutes, giving Laura a huge majority of the hits. Heather was softly moaning on some of the hits, but Laura was smiling.
   Troy explained he wanted to try the oar next, and it quickly amped up the contest. After a few hits, Heather cried out in pain. The giant paddle was hard and gave Troy a lot more leverage. He switched to the other side, and noted that Laura seemed to tighten her cheeks a few moments before he started. He couldn't tell if she was trying to protect herself, or if she was just excited. It seemed to be the latter, as she brought the oar down with a loud smack, but that was it. Laura didn't flinch, but her toes slightly curled. It seemed that she was truly enjoying this.
   Troy really let loose, and just started slamming the oar as hard as he could, over and over. Laura was moaning in pleasure, and her cheeks were going from completely flexed to relaxed, her legs slightly spreading as she even reached her hand down to rub herself. As he turned his attention back to Heather, it was obvious she wasn't able to keep this going. After a few more strikes the oar started to crack, a testament to the hardness of Laura's iron cheeks. Troy dumped the oar, and started with his hands again, slapping right left right left right left. His smacks were hard, and he got a rhythm going for a good 90 seconds before Heather screamed for him to stop. He continued, bringing the cute blonde girl to tears, her booty turning completely red and even starting to swell, a small welt appearing on the left side.
   Technically the contest was still going, as Heather had taken all the spanks without turning over or trying to get away. He grabbed the hammer and the glove, and lined up next to Laura. With as much strength and leverage as he could muster, he brought his hand down with increasing power. The gloved bounced off with a large smack, but that was it. He did it again and again and again, until his hand was becoming numb. As he stretched his fingers, Laura just looked at him smiling.
   "Harder than steel." She taunted. Earlier she had claimed her butt was stronger than steel, which was an understatement. Now she was claiming her little white buns were harder than steel.
   Her little round cheeks shifted slightly, looking even rounder and more pronounced. Troy got the gloved hand ready, and brought his hand down with all his strength.
   His hand bounced off harmlessly, hurting his hand more than he could believe. He was really angry now, and threw down the glove. He grabbed the hammer next, it was solid steel, with a little rubber handle. He lifted it with both hands, and brought it down with all his might. The little round head hit with a striking snap, but just bounced off.
   Troy had his eyes locked on, and he was sure that the hammer didn't make even the smallest dent. The hammer hit the iron booty, and was harmlessly deflected without even a millimeter of penetration into the iron-played butt. Troy tried again and again, but it was pointless. The hammer was being distorted, the shaft bending and the head becoming warped where it was colliding with Laura.
   He was blown away, her butt was literally indestructible. He could have pounded out a horseshoe or broken 100 more hammers. He tried to use the hammer to pry her cheeks together, and she quickly unclenched. The thick head of the hammer was in dangerous territory, as it was quickly engulfed by her cheeks, the steel being weirdly twisted and compressed as the unstoppable and indefatigable cheeks overpowered the weakened steel.
   He looked at Heather, laying next to the broken pile of oar and mutilated hammer, and she was just shaking her head. This round was over.
   "The winner of round 9 is Laura. Laura is ahead 9 to 0. The next contest will be abs!" He heralded, as the girls got up. He didn't bother to read the rest of the rule of this contest, as he planned to make it interesting. The girls would go through a set of challenges, and he had quite a few ideas in his head.
   Heather was too proud to give up. She knew that she was going to lose, but she still was going to do her best for the last few events. He went to the other room, and returned with a thick rubber mallet. Before he could even get back to the girls and start, Laura smiled and picked up the hammer she had mangled. It was still intact enough to use, and she just started hitting herself in the stomach with it. With each hit, the poor hammer was bent further and further until the head sat completely to the side.
   Laura's abs looked completely ripped, little steel plates jutting out that the poor hammer had just bounced off. Laura started punching herself in the stomach, and her punches sounded louder than the sound of the hammer. As Laura walked closer to Troy, she put her hands above her head, her nude body looking beyond ripped, her abs were just gravity defying as they hung an inch off her stomach, muscle exploding everywhere.
   Troy wound up with the giant mallet, and swung straight for her stomach. He grunted as the hammer hit, his arms and shoulders felt like they were almost ripped off as the force of the collision transferred through the hammer into his arms. He had broken rocks with a hammer, and it had felt nothing like this. His arms were totaled, and he knew another swing like that would probably break a bone or worse.
   To start, he had Heather lay down next to the bar on the wall. He stood on top of her, and started jumping and stomping. Troy was marching along, hopping as he went, slamming his legs down on Heather. This was an extreme test, and Heather was still sore from earlier. She could only go for a few minutes. Her stomach felt sore and bruised, and she just couldn't take any more.
   Laura didn't stay idle herself, as she waited for Heather to get up. Laura grabbed the mallet, and started alternating between her fist and the mallet, pounding herself right in the middle of her stomach. The look on her faces was seductive and mischievous as she looked at Troy, almost as if to say that this was going to be all his later. Troy watched Laura, as Heather got back up to to rest on the couch, and they just let Laura go. For a good 10 minutes she just pounded and pounded. As Troy asked her to get into position, she blew him off and went to the far corner of the room. She grabbed an aluminum baseball bat from the big ceramic jar near the wall, and just started to grab the handle and jam it into her gut. After a few hard strikes, she turned it to its side and brought the bat snapping down on her tummy, but the bat had no chance. She grabbed each end of it, and just kept slamming it into her stomach, and with each collision the bad became more bent. After a minute, she dropped the bat, it was folded into a v shape and the end where she had been slamming the handle into her belly had been crushed and flattened.
   Laura wasn't done, as she went over to her bag and picked out her favorite toy, a giant slam ball that she used for a medicine ball. At over 100 pounds, this ball had been something her brother had bought years ago for his training, but it was more than he could handle. He was blown away when he saw 12 year old Laura using it like it was a basketball.
   Laura brought the heavy ball over, also grabbing a heavy 100 pound dumbbell. Laura laid herself down, and first told Troy to try the dumbbell. He took his time, and with a little bit of effort he picked the dumbbell up over his shoulder and brought it down as hard as he could, right in Laura's iron tummy. It bounced off, and he tried again. And again. After the 8th try, the dumbbell gave way and the one side snapped right off. The forged steel was not strong enough to handle this kind of collision!
   Next, he got on top of her and just started his marching. It was much different than with Heather, the abs felt like stepping stones, and it hurt his knees and feet to go on. Still, he went for a while. After almost 10 minutes, Laura was still fresh. He shrugged, and asked Heather to help. The ball was nearly 130 pounds, and he couldn't handle it.
   Heather took her place with the ball, and lifted it high. With all her might, she brought the ball slamming down on Laura. The ball hit with a giant collision and just bounced off, Laura giggling. The ball was heavy, but still made of rubber. When it collided, the ball bounced almost a foot off the steel wall it hit. Laura sucked in, showing that this time she would try it unflexed. Heather raised the ball, and dropped it again. It didn't bounce as high this time, but the ball still did no damage.
   Laura told them to watch close, as she closed her eyes. Her stomach was still no flexed, and Heather was eager to see if she could get her this time. Heather grabbed the ball, stepping onto a nearby bench. She jumped and brought the ball down with as much strength as she possibly could. She let the ball drop, and watched as it landed just as she hit the ground.
   In a fraction of a second, Laura went from unflexed to just beyond ripped, her abs supremely hard. The reflexes of her stomach muscles, and fast-twitch muscle, was simply inhuman. She had conditioned her stomach to instantly flex. The scary part was that she was so well conditioned that she really didn't have to flex, as her stomach was still harder and stronger and able to take these absurd blows.
   It was Heather's turn, and the switched positions. With minimal effort, Laura slammed the ball into Heather, who let out a loud oomph and curled up, holding her tender stomach. She was finished, and Laura knew it. Laura got on her knees and close to Heather.
   "I went easy on you. Don't forget how much I could hurt you." Laura whispered. She followed it with a hard punch to Heather that totally destroyed her stomach. Heather tried to curl up, sobbing.
   Laura climbed on top of her and flattened Heather out, her back on the floor. Laura planted a few kisses on Heather, and punched her again. Heather screamed, her stomach was being destroyed.
   Laura hopped back to her feet, and did some flexing for Troy, standing over the prone and writhing form of Heather, who was curled up in a fetal position, moaning and crying as she hyperventilated. After a minute, Heather caught her breath and regained some composure.
   "Laura 10, Heather 0. The last round is grappling. Let's start when you are ready." Laura said eagerly. The tall dark haired freak of nature grabbed her ball, and went to work doing some reps. She did a mix of weighted crunches and sit-ups, mixed with pounding the ball into her gut.
   Laura just kept on going as Heather slowly got back to her feet. She could hardly stand, and her breathing was labored as she fell back down, bent over her stomach. Laura had caught her off guard, but she still couldn't believe how bad those punches hurt her. The pain in the center of her core was almost unbearable, and she rolled back to her side and just laid there in a fetal position. According to the rules, she had 30 minutes to recover. It had already been almost ten, and Laura wasn't slowing down her workout, the sound of the ball that had destroyed Heather could be heard thudding into Laura's iron core over and over.
   On it went for another 15 minutes, Laura unstoppable, doing 100s of reps in the time Heather was just trying to stand up. When she finally was to her feet and ready, Laura sprang up in a flash. She dropped the ball, and stood on the middle of the big mat. Heather took another minute and faced off with her. The grappling contest would not allow any striking, just wrestling and submissions. Heather was honestly afraid, she knew that she had no chance, and could tell Laura was getting more aggressive as they went.
   Troy gave the signal to begin, and Laura flew in with frightening speed. Heather tried to resist, but Laura was quick to grab her around the waist in a crushing bearhug. Laura went from low to standing straight up, Heather struggling in her powerful arms. Heather was a foot off the ground, and totally overwhelmed by the squeeze of Laura.
   Heather felt lightheaded as she was being annihilated by the squeeze, and Laura wasn't gentle as she thrashed and shook Heather like a rag doll. Heather was quickly fading, her core was defenseless and her lungs were being constricted as her organs were compressed and twisted. Laura was just toying with her at this point, and she put down Heather just long enough to shift her body and get behind Heather. Laura started the squeeze again, grabbing Heather from behind, crushing her waist.
   Heather was fading quick, and quickly went to sleep, becoming dead weight in Laura's strong arms. Laura didn't let her drop, smartly shifting Heather in her arms and turning Heather back to facing front. Laura squatted down, and got her arms low just above Heather's butt, and lifted. As Heather started to wake up, Laura just held here there gently, before pressing her torso hard into Heather's. Much like the earlier wrestling, Heather felt her little boobs being completely crushed by the big round orbs of Laura. Heather felt like she was being crushed, and couldn't even draw in the smallest breath.
   Heather started convulsing, and fell asleep again under the iron squeeze of Laura. After hours of these challenges, Heather was almost broken. Laura dropped her to the ground, and mounted her, sitting gently on her stomach. Laura started fondling Heather's soft swollen tits, as Heather woke up. She was groggy and weak, and Laura was gentle as she rolled to her back, Heather between her thighs. She started to squeeze, and before long Heather started tapping, begging for it to end. Troy called the contest, and it was over just like that.
   "The winner of the grappling round, Laura. In a show of total superiority and domination, Laura wins 11 to 0." Troy grabbed Laura's hand in his, and raised it in the air, like they did with a prizefighter after a fight.
   Laura was quick to pull her hand away, and squatted down near Heather. Laura whispered a few things to her, and gave her a final offer. Belly punching. Double or nothing, if Heather could drop Laura she would be the winner. She gave Heather another break, and Laura went back to doing ab exercises, her stomach becoming even more pronounced and powerful.
   Heather was feeling recovered, as Laura just laid down doing crunch after crunch. Without warning, Heather hopped onto Laura's stomach, dropping her butt hard on the little girls tummy. Heather was low on the belly, and started punching right in the middle of Laura's tummy. Heather switched between punches, and little butt drops, spending a good amount of time working Laura over.
   If any of the punches bothered her, Laura didn't show it. After another few minutes, Laura gracefully grabbed Heather and literally tossed her across the mat, hopping back to her feet. It was her turn, as Heather stood back up.
   Laura flew at her with a giant punch that she figured would have ended the fight in one punch, but this time Heather was ready. The punch bounced off harmlessly, and Heather took a defensive posture, ready to take a few more punches. Laura really stepped into the next few, but Heather took them easily, returning fire with a big uppercut that knocked Laura off her feet and a few inches into the air.
   Laura fought back with all her power, but her punches were bouncing off Heather's hard belly, the blonde more than a match for her now that she was expecting the punches. Laura advanced, and pushed Heather back, pushing her back step after step, with Heather giving ground. Before long, Heather was backed up against the wall, and Laura started unloading her strongest punches. As Heather tensed her stomach, the muscle wall grew another inch and turned into a hard sheet of defensive muscle, and nothing Laura could do was hurting her. Laura started a rapid fire flurry, throwing the punches as hard and fast as she could. The power was just insane, the whole wall shaking, and the hands just came faster and faster. In a flash of fists, Laura felt her body almost moving on its own, but Heather just smiled. After another 30 seconds, Laura started to slow down, slightly winded. Before she knew what happened, Heather grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, exchanging places as Laura was pressed against the wall. Laura took a huge breathe, and then grunted a little as Heather started attacking with a flurry of knees to the gut that actually stunned Laura and made her grunt. Heather thought this might be it, and she just went completely crazy, using all her strength to throw giant knee strikes that could have felled a bear. Laura grunted harder and harder with each knee, struggling to regain he composure and pull some air into her lungs. Heather stopped the knees, and just threw her hardest punches, her right hand going way back and her whole body creating power to throw some insane power-punches. After a few of these, she let go of Laura, who fell down to one knee. Instead of collapsing, Laura started punching herself in the stomach, screaming, "Harder!" with each blow. She stood back up with a smile, and as Heather threw her strongest punch yet, she pulled back her hand sharply, recoiling as Laura flexed her stomach in the last split second before the fist hit. Heather was reluctant, and when she finally threw a small flurry of punches, the same thing happened. Laura's abs quickly snapped to fully flexed, and it was totally different than a few minutes ago. Heather realized that all the earlier punches were landed on the unflexed core of Laura, but now she was defending and Heather lost all hope. She wondered if Laura's unflexed belly was stronger than her fully flexed core. Laura had also spent most of the last hour doing an insane workout that Heather knew she couldn't have done.
   Laura quickly tackled Heather, and got on top of her, and just started raining punches on poor Heather. Heather tried to resist, but after a couple minutes she started to fold. Her adrenaline was running out, and her 2nd wind was well past. Laura was throwing slow, heavy fists and Heather wasn't sure how much more she could take. She felt her stomach giving out, as another punch dropped. Laura wasn't even punching in the same place, she was just randomly punching in different places, annihilating Heather's whole stomach. Heather was barely able to stay flexed, and this time when Laura started her rapid fire punches, Heather folded up. Laura knew she had won, and stood up, Heather just laid there crying. Laura jumped up and dropped one final haymaker into Heather, all air blowing out like a deflating balloon. Heather was asleep, out cold. Laura threw a few more flurries of punches, but Heather was completely defeated.
   With Heather just laying there, Laura and Troy were left alone. She wasted no time, calling him over with an inviting finger. As Troy got close, she grabbed his hands, placing them on her hips. She swayed and danced, spinning around. Showing off her body, she could see the growing shorts of Troy, and after a minute she got down to her knees. She pulled down his shorts and boxers, exposing his erection. Again, it slightly above average but nothing special. Laura had never done this before, and slowly put her mouth around it. She toyed and teased for a minute, playing with the member in her mouth, feeling Troy quiver as the ecstasy flowed through his whole body. After a minute, she stood up and kissed him. As his hands moved up and locked on her booty, Laura grabbed him in her hand and squeezed hard, dragging him with her as she backed up.
   "First I want to see how you do it to her!" She commanded, pointing at Heather. "Now! Or you won't have a chance with me." She finished, as Troy looked slightly reluctant.
   He got down on his knees, grabbed Heather's legs, and pulled himself in close. He was as hard as he had ever been, and slipped himself into Heather's moist and wet girlhood. As he slowly pumped, she started to wake up, still sore but able to breath. It felt good for both Troy and Heather, but Laura was quick to interrupt. She roughly reached down and grabbed him, pulling him out roughly.
   "Fuck, what was that..."He started, as she slapped him across the face. "I am in charge here, don't fucking forget it! Now it's my turn." Laura said menacingly, as she grinned. "Now I want you to do that to me, while you worship me." She said as she looked first at Troy, then at Heather while she pointed at her stomach.
   She got on her back, and relaxed as both Troy and Heather did as they were told. Heather took position at her side, and started kissing her belly. She mixed in some hard punches, licking, and more kisses as she felt her whole body fill with glee. She moved to Laura's cute little tits, as Troy tried to penetrate her. He jammed himself in her kitty, but she was absurdly tight and he couldn't slide himself in. Laura giggled and made herself even tighter, as he felt like he was trying to screw a wall. Laura lifted her legs, and dropped herself right on top of Troy, her legs pressed against his chest, her cheeks spread just a minute getting him between them. She gave a hard squeeze, and Troy screamed in pain. Still holding him tightly, she pulled him a few steps forward and she backed up using her elbows. She was tempted to really squeeze him, but she didn't want to break her toy already.
   She let him go, and playfully slapped him again. This time she laid down and spread her legs, inviting him to enter. Heather was staying with Laura, doing her job, her teeth playfully nibbling on a nipple as she cooed. This time, Laura let him in, and Troy pushed himself in, and out, going back in as he cried out in pain again! This time, Laura squeezed him inside her, muscle clamping down on him holding him in place, her kegel muscles overwhelming him. Laura shifted her hips and back, and she pulled Troy with her. He was hard, but knew his erection had no chance of matching the iron muscles of Laura. She managed to get back to her feet, and still held Troy with her iron snatch. Without no warning, she punched Troy in the guy, making him try to bend forward, but she pulled again and he dangled being supported by just his trunk and Laura. Laura fell forward onto his lap, as he sat down, and she slightly released her grip as she spun around. Troy was siting, while Laura sat on top of him, transitioning to her knees. She called Heather over, and then they truly began. Troy couldn't do a thing, as Laura fucked him. She started with just her pussy muscles, riding him up and down without her hips or legs, just using the contracting and tightening to ride up and down, at the same time she was kissing and pleasuring Heather, who also fell to her knees. Laura went low, burying her face in Heather's little bush, then going up higher, her stomach, her tits, her neck, her lips. At the same time she started playing with her fingers, digging them deep in Heather as she expertly rode Troy.  She was still squeezing him tight, and the mix of pleasure and pain was almost overwhelming. She started to ride him in earnest, and Troy couldn't believe how it felt. It was a totally different experience than with Heather, who was absurdly tight, but Laura was like a goddess. Her technique was perfect, her body was perfect, and the tiny little virgin was giving him the experience of a lifetime.
   It didn't take long for Troy to explode inside her, but Laura didn't let him go. She pressed even harder, denying the release of the milky juice into her as turned around again, twisting on him to kiss him. She kept him clenched between her strong little lips, and started riding him again. In another minute, he was hard again and being totally dominated as Laura rode him faster. Laura ordered Heather to pack another bowl, and bring it over to her. As she rode, Laura smoked and let Heather worship her stomach some more. Riding and smoking, Laura started leaning forward and kissing him, her whole mouth locked over his. She blew a huge cloud of smoke into him, as she coughed. Laura was immune to the smoke it seemed, her lungs as strong as the rest of her. As she stuck her tongue in, she used her hand to cover his nose. Heather just watched as Laura raped her boyfriend, so aroused that juice was running down her leg. She reached down and started to rub it, while she grabbed some of the juice with her other hand
and licked it off her fingers.
   Laura had Troy pinned down, and she was suffocating him while she rode. With her spare hand, she punched him in the gut, making him lose even more air, as she squeezed insanely hard with her girl muscles. Troy was out of air, as he silently screamed. She punched again as she felt like she was closer to climax, squeezing him so hard that he passed out from the pain before the lack of air. She kept on going for another little bit, before she finally pulled herself off. He laid there unconscious, tongue hanging to the side, his cock looked mangled and broken, disfigured and crushed. She had snapped it and totally destroyed Troy, her lust taking over as she broker her toy.
   Without any words, Laura turned next to Heather. She grabbed her by the neck, and pinned her down. Laura was quick and not to gentle to mount the blonde, sitting on her face as Heather went to work with her tongue. Laura returned the favor, face forward and down onto Heather's mound. The two girls were in a sexy little 69 position, trading punches to the stomach whole doing some epic tongue-work. It was too short lived though as Heather couldn't survive Laura riding her face, her air quickly running out. Laura started to feel the girl struggling underneath her, but instead of stopping she just got rougher, punching Heather and riding her while she gobbled the blondes yummy pussy. Laura kept going, as Heather faded, and still she went on for another minute before she could extract herself. Laura came to her senses, and worried she might have killed Heather, but then was reassured by her rising and falling chest as she drew air into her lungs.
   The day had went just as planned, as Laura looked back at what had transpired. Troy was still out cold, his destroyed little Troy looked purple and black, totally bruised and mangled. Heather looked peaceful, laying on her back and snoozing. Laura sat down on the couch, and put on the tv, waiting for one of them to wake up. It was peaceful for a few minutes, and Laura decided to smoke more of Heather's weed. The room was a literal cloud of smoke, as Laura lounged with her feet up.
   "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" A female voice rumbled, and Laura could hardly identify the shape at the door leading up to the main house. Laura stood up, and identified Mary, the stepmother of Troy, standing there. They called her cross-fit Mary, and she looked it!
   Standing around 5'8, she was massively build, almost 175 pounds of solid muscle with a giant mane of dyed red hair. She had arrived home early from the weekend vacation and was still clad in a black bikini that was visible through the giant t-shirt she wore. Laura tried to explain, but Mary wanted none of it, peeling off her t-shirt and exposing her cross-fit body. Mary was a fitness fanatic, and her careful diet gave her an imposing physique.
   Troy had described her before, she had iron hard biceps, with gigantic 27 inch thighs that were literally almost as big around as Laura. Her stomach was built as well, her six-pack looked absurd as she approached Laura.
   Laura decided to test her, and charged at Mary, leading with a hard punch that bounced off. Mary grabbed Laura by the shoulder, and flipped her in a Judo throw. As Laura stood up, Mary was on top of her almost immediately. Mary threw a huge punch of her own, and Laura was stunned for a second. The next few punches really hurt, as Laura knew she couldn't play around anymore. Mary tried to tackle Laura to the ground, but the little muscle-girl got her legs under her and overpowered the bigger redhead. Laura tried to tackle Mary, leading with another giant punch that bounced off, but Mary tripped her and started kicking her in the stomach, the sound of the kicks sounded like a baseball bat, and even fully flexed Laura could feel the sting. As Laura went for the bigger girls legs, Mary sprawled back, spreading her giant legs for leverage, dropping bombs on the underside of Laura as she tried to stand. As Laura collapsed to the ground to try and break the hold, Mary was on top of her almost immediately. Mary dropped onto Laura, and locked her giant thighs around her neck. Laura managed to slide in an arm to try and make some space, as Mary flipped over to her back, taking Laura with her. Laura started to panic, knowing her neck was vulnerable to the gigantic muscle-clad legs. Mary squeezed hard, and Laura was already feeling sluggish. She quickly bridged her body, and with a surge of strength, she managed to get to her knees, pulling Mary with her. In the scramble, Laura managed to get her head to the side, and pulled apart the legs enough to wedge her arm in and slip her neck out. Mary played along, trying to get her legs around Laura. She preferred a bodyscissor anyway, and it wasn't long before she had her wish. Laura laid on her stomach, with Mary on her side, resting on her elbow with her giant legs wrapped around Laura. Each of those legs weighed half as much as Laura, and they were solid muscle. The power was insane, as Laura punched and then later just took a moment to feel the bulky legs, appreciating the muscle.
   Laura was holding her own, her flexed core resisting the squeeze of the gigantic legs, which felt even harder than her own. So much muscle, so much power. Laura was jealous, but she was confident she could still win. She knew that if she gave even an inch or two, she would be crushed. As soon as her abs gave way to the thighs, she would be compressed and unable to get enough air to continue.
   Laura gathered her thoughts, and got into motion. She had a plan, as she tried to twist herself to her right, putting Laura behind her. Mary let her turn, hoping she could get an advantage with her scissor, but Laura made completely sure to stay flexed and resist the scissor as she got to her knees. She put her feet under her, and with a surge of strength she stood up. Mary was quick to try and grab her in a choke, but Laura was quicker and shifted her neck. Mary was riding her, she thought that the scissors and weight would tire and overwhelm her much smaller opponent.   
   Laura had other ideas   as she started running, first to the far side of the room where the gym equipment was, and next back to where Troy and Heather were out cold on the giant blue mat. She ran past the mat, to the carpeted floor near the TV and couch. Laura took a few careful steps on the end of her run, and vaulted forward with a giant front flip, taking Mary with her as well as they both flew into the air with Laura coming down hard on top of Mary. Mary was stunned, and Laura postured out of the scissor and mounted Mary. The big move really hurt Mary, and Laura was on top of her punching her mercilessly. Laura knew she was doing damage with the punches, and she was relentless. She postured up and wrapped her thighs around Mary in her own scissor. As Mary brought her arms up, the girls locked hands and continued to struggle. Laura had the clear advantage, her butt and legs were overwhelming Mary, and when she pinned her chest down on top of Mary, the big woman started to cry out. When Mary seemed to slow her resistance, Laura hit her with a huge surge of power in her scissor, followed but a slam of her butt. Laura unlocked hands and tore the bikini top, exposing the medium side boobs. Mary worked her arms, her legs, and her abs but did almost no chest or pec workouts other than her general Cross-fit conditioning. The older redhead knew almost immediately the fight was over when she felt Laura's crushing iron orbs compressing her. Laura threw punches to the meaty sides of Mary, and the struggles faded more and more.
   Laura was feeling fresh, and Mary was nearly beaten. Little Laura postured up, and threw some hard punches right to the middle of Mary. The bigger woman gasped in pain, trying to reach up and cover her damaged belly. Laura dropped one more giant bomb that made Mary fold, her legs and arms going off the ground as her whole body was shocked with pain. Laura slammed down her butt again, and squeezed as hard as she could, locking her legs. Mary was being crushed on the sides by Laura, while her stomach was dominated, unable to flex or challenge the iron booty that was turning her stomach into mush. Laura threw a few more punches, totally breaking her opponent, as Mary couldn't even flex her abs enough to defend herself.
   Mary was barely moving, and Laura stood up, and flipped her over onto her stomach. Next, Laura peeled off the bikini bottoms, exposing the giant butt that was bigger than that of Laura and Heather combined by a huge margin. It was giant and well shaped, meaty and strong looking. Now Laura started dropping a few hard slaps, and Mary cried out. Laura couldn't resist herself, and found herself slapping and squeezing it, and kissing as she stuffed her face into the giant mass of meaty booty. As Mary started to struggle, Laura knew it was time to end the fight. Back to her back went Mary, Laura straddling her face. Her face sit and punches knocked the last bit of struggle out of Mary, and she passed out as she begged for Laura to let her go.
   Her plans had changed, and Laura figured it was a good time for her to leave. She made her way home, and went on with her night. Even after the long day, all she wanted was to go home and do more calisthenics. That night, she slept well.
   Mary, Heather, and Troy didn't speak about what happened. Troy had to go to the hospital, and had some major damage done. Mary found out a few days later that she had a cracked rib. Heather was disgusted with Troy and boys in general, and couldn't stop thinking about Laura.
   Several weeks later, as Troy and Heather were talking on the phone. School had begun, and Troy spent a few days a week at his mothers house. The house was nearby, only a few streets over in the next neighborhood. It was a 10 minute walk between his parents home, and only another 15 minutes for Heather.
   They had still been talking, but Heather refused to let Troy touch her except to help with her workouts. Not that Troy could have done much even if he tried, his mangled manhood was out of order for a long time. He tried not to even think about it, the pain of arousal too much. He loved the idea of the whole encounter, and didn't regret a thing.
   Heather had taken responsibility for it all, explaining that she had gotten too rough with Troy. Mary explaining her injury due to her sparring in her boxing workout, and she was still amazed at how she had been dominated. She never talked about it again.
   For Troy and Heather, it still wasn't over. On a Sunday afternoon just a month after the challenge, Troy and Heather were together. They were watching a movie when they heard a knock on the window. It was Laura, and they didn't know what to think. They didn't want to start a scene, so they let her in. The three sat in silence for a few minutes watching the movie until Heather decided to light up a joint. They passed it around for a few minutes, seeming to all become more comfortable.
   "Do I smell something good?" Troy's mom asked, showing up in the doorway. She was a lifetime smoker, and allowed the kids to smoke as long as they shared. "Who is this, Troy?" She asked, is this the little bitch that did that to you?" She continued, pointing at his broken tool. Before they could ask how she knew, she continued, "I heard you talking on the phone last week, I heard everything!" She shouted, sounding angry, yet still happily taking the joint from Troy.
   She was friendly and sociable with Troy's friends, and they just called her Big Momma or Big Mom for short. She was short and stocky, 5'2 and near 250 pounds, with curly brown hair and brown eyes. She was built like a tank, with giant legs and arms, and a big belly.
   Troy talked often talked about how she would wake him up in the morning with her workouts. Aerobics, she called it. She would usually spend a solid hour doing what she called step aerobics. She would use the step, and some big ankle weights. Each step would be countered by a high knee of the other side. She would start with her left foot on the stool, then raise her right knee, then step down, switching sides, right foot on bench, left knee up high. At the same time she would have weights in her hands, rotating between curls and other exercises, performing a rep with each step. Troy couldn't even lift her weights, and knew his Mom was stronger than him. He thought it might have been why he so was into strong girls, Freudian logic and all.
   A few times Troy had jumped on her back during her exercise, and she hadn't disappointed. Her legs were huge, simply massive. They had some fat for sure, but felt like solid rock. 32 inches of giant thigh, with calves around 22 inches and they were strong. Troy had stayed on for a good 15 minutes, rock hard boner poking into his moms back as he was there. He was pretty sure she knew he liked it, and it was some kind of taboo bonding between mother and son. He lost count of how many reps she did with him on her back, but he knew that in her daily session, she easily did 1000 reps or more a day. She was always strong, a gymnast and dancer as a kid, she had ridiculously strong legs.
   Her arms were huge as well, the last he measured her she was nearly 25 inches. Her biceps were giant, round like a basketball. She lifted her 50 pound barbells like they were feathers, again completing literally 100s and 100s of reps each day. Troy had never seen such giant biceps, and she had unreal strength. He had been on Laura's back, but she didn't have such insane and explosive power.
   Next, her workout consisted of 30 minutes of weight training, as she would follow a different workout each day tuning in to her favorite tv show. Last, she would finish her morning workout with crunches. Lots of crunches. She would do 500 every morning with a heavy medicine ball on her. Often she would do extra ab workouts on the weekend, as well to keep tight. She had a big belly, but her stomach underneath was solid rock.
   Every night before bed she would put on her 20 pound ankle-weights, and do 100 leg raises on the bar in her bedroom. She would then do 500 leg-lift crunches, giving herself a solid burn late at night.
   She was big and powerful, and she was angry. "I am the queen bee in this house, so either get out or deal with me!" She rumbled, pointing right at Laura.
   Cocky as ever, Laura stood up, and looked over to Troy. "Hold my phone." She told him, handing it over, not knowing what she was getting herself into. "This won't take long!" She promised, cracking her knuckles and flexing her fingers.
   Big Mom looked massive, wearing a tiny pair of spandex shorts and a tank top. The shorts didn't go very low on her legs, which were massive, almost thicker than her butt, with giant hips. She had a giant rack, but even a bigger belly, a mass of flesh and muscle. Her skin was dark and tanned, it was hard to keep her away from the sun or in this case, her tanning bed.
    Laura was in another pair of her signature denim shorts, tight and tiny, clinging to her round booty. She had a brand new t-shirt on, which she peeled off as well, revealing no bra. She looked more ripped than a month ago, and she had put on a few pounds of solid muscle. She had been working extra hard, after her battle with Mary she was determined to put on some size and bulk up at least another twenty pounds. Including the  5 or so pounds that she had already added, that would put her around 140 pounds. She thought of how strong she would be if she added that much muscle, thinking herself already unstoppable.   
   BM aka Big Mom led Laura outside with her, trying to protect her beautiful house. The back yard was more of a small estate, several acres of fenced in land that was remote enough that no one would see. Troy sat down and watched the show, while Heather was able record the whole thing, adding it to the video that she later shared with Sara.
   Laura was clearly taller, but BM was just a tank with not just power, but also agility and speed. At 35, BM was in her prime, and still hadn't lost any of her athleticism from when she was younger. As a dancer, she had often dominated the gymnast girls she went to school with physically, later becoming a gymnast herself. She got a scholarship in a division 1 school and spend her first year of college finishing as the topped ranked gymnast in the state. She was short and stocky, with the thickest and strongest abs and legs on the team. That was around the time she got pregnant, and she never competed again. After the birth of Troy, she never seemed to lose the fat she had gained, but instead had just added more muscle and went with it. Her mix of cardio and power was rare, and she felt her big tummy was as strong as it had ever been. BM peeled off her tank top, and hopped off the big wooden deck that connected to house, gracefully landing on the ground above. Laura took her time down, using the steps and circling BM.
   As they got a good view of her, she was truly impressive, her whole body looked sturdy and solid, she carried the fat well and looked imposing. Her boobs were just immense, but still hung reasonably firm, her shoulders and arms looked like she could bench press an SUV, and her belly was just gigantic, a big mass of muscle and flesh.
   Laura looked light on her feet, and positively ripped. Her stomach especially, as she flexed her arms and torso, everything looked hard and toned beyond belief. As the two gladiators circled, Laura made the first move, using her long leg to kick BM in the thigh. The intent was to slow her down with attacks to the leg, but Laura seemed to hurt herself.
   The leg was like a tree trunk, unlike anything Laura had experienced. Laura charged again, this time trying to ram BM with her shoulder, straight into her gut, but she just pushed Laura away using only her big belly. Laura moved in, throwing a big kick to the chest of the thick brunette, the foot landing with a snapping boom as it collided with the chest. Laura was trying to stay light on her feet.
   BM just stopped moving, and put her arms up to the side, daring Laura to take her best shot. Laura gave up on her footwork, and just walked in. She wound up, and threw her strongest punch right into the big gut on BM. Right as the fist was on its way, the big belly shifted as she flexed the muscle, partly sucking in as she raised her defenses.
   Sara felt her fist sink in just slightly, and then hit a rock hard wall of muscle. It was hard and strong, like really hard. Neither Mary or Heather had been able to stand up to her punches, and they both had a rock hard abdominal wall to begin with as well. Also, she was at full strength and stamina, she felt unstoppable.
   "That tickled. I thought you were strong? I won't even flex this time, try again?" BM taunted, laughing loudly.
   Laura loaded up, and threw a long flurry of punches, alternating between hands. Just like before, her hands sunk in a little, and just hit a wall. It felt like her bigger opponent wasn't lying, and was just standing there with her belly relaxed.
   Laura started again, punching and punching. She threw at least 100 more punches, and all she had to show for it was the loud smack of her fist beating on the meaty torso of the thick powerhouse. BM kept on taunting Laura, which was making her even more furious. Laura commented back, saying it wouldn't take her long to pound through all the fat.
   BM took that as a challenge, and shifted her belly back into defensive mode, nearly fully flexed. She also raised her giant biceps in a flex, and it was astounding. The fact that her biceps were 25 inches was amazing, but the round shape and way they pressed against her massive forearms, in addition to how strong and toned they were, just made them almost unreal. Heather was beyond dumbfounded, Troy just shrugged, and Laura froze for a moment in complete awe, those were the most impressive biceps she had ever seen. Laura just wanted to squeeze them, but instead she started punching again.
   She tried to do her rapid-fire attack, but it was like she was punching a bank vault, each punch could feel the thickness of the muscle wall, hard and strong beyond reason. Her hands hurt, and the pain was shooting down her arms and into her shoulders.
   To this day, Laura said she had never felt anything harder, a fact which Heather collaborated. Sara felt helpless, she was afraid she would break her hands if she kept going, so she went in and tried to wrestle BM to the ground. Using her legs and all her strength, she couldn't budge the big milf even and inch, it felt like we was wrestling a mountain.
   While Laura was in close, she couldn't even begin to react when two giant arms came down and wrapped around her. Laura could only jump and wrap her legs around BM. It was a useless maneuver, as she knew her squeeze wouldn't do a thing. BM applied the pressure to her bear hug, and immediately Laura became to squirm. She could tell BM wasn't putting in her full power, and she was glad for that.
   As Laura let her legs go down to the ground, BM hit her with a hard squeeze that made Laura feel like she was going to burst. Her legs dangled as BM leaned back, and then she jumped up and came down slamming onto Laura, right around her lower lower stomach and slamming her to the ground. Laura was not her, but she could hardly react as BM flipped her over to her stomach. BM just sat on Laura's back, and all the little vixen could do was push herself up, getting to her hands and knees, BM still sitting on her back.
   BM raised her ample backside and dropped hard down on Laura, slamming her back to the ground. Laura did it again, and this time BM jumped a little higher, and slammed down a little harder. Each time Laura did it again, and down came BM, her weight overwhelming little Laura. Laura was feeling sore, her back and belly especially. With each drop, she could feel the impact of the giant woman slamming on her back, and passing through her whole core, especially as she collided with the hard ground. The next time, BM stood up and did a little hope before slamming down. Laura was nearly knocked cold, her body slamming to the ground like she got hit by a bus. BM did a few super fast slams, giving Laura no time to recover.
   With quick hands, the muscled shehemoth rolled Laura over again, he belly facing up. Laura braced herself as the big girl jumped up again, and came down like a giant battering ram. Laura groaned, her stomach felt crushed. BM didn't relent, getting a bouncing rhythm going as she slammed over and over. Laura was barely holding on. As BM paused, Laura collected her wits, and the next time BM squatted above her, Laura made a run for it. Laura got up and started spring, tearing as fast as she could across the lawn, but after only a few seconds she felt herself being thrown to the ground.
   As Troy and Heather watched, they were blown away by the speed of BM. Laura had ran for a few seconds, when BM stood back up. Laura had a good 5 second lead, as the big girl moved like a flash, closing the distance like a tigress before taking down her pray.
   BM mounted Laura, leading with a giant slap to Laura's butt that was so hard and loud that it nearly shook the ground. Laura grinned as BM pulled back her hand from the slap, thinking now the bitch knew what she fell like punching that giant belly.
   BM sat on her back again, and Laura felt like she was being turned into a pretzel as she was bent back. BM had watched pro wrestling since she was a girl, often wrestling with siblings, boyfriends, and even Troy and his friends. This move was one she made up, likely not used in wrestling because it was dangerous. It was called the Camel Scissor. It was a bodyscissor mixed with a camel clutch, which was when you sat on your opponents back and cranked them back.
   BM did it a little different, using a bodyscissor, she leveraged the squeeze into the camel clutch, and the opponent looked like they were being broken in half. As she applied the pressure, Laura screamed as her back was bent and twisted, the crushing scissor was the least of he worries.
   BM let her go, standing up, and pulling Laura to her feet. The carnage didn't end there, as BM started with a giant punch that would have knocked Laura back a few feet if she wasn't being held by her opponent. Next BM turned to the side and threw a giant blow with the side of her leg and knee. It didn't look so bad, but Laura looked almost out on her feet. BM turned, and slammed her again with a giant fist, Laura dropping to her knees, clutching her stomach. BM pulled her up mostly by her hair, and carried her over to one of the big white rocks that littered the property, laying Laura down. BM started her own rapid fire flurry of punches, making a stupid sound effect as she punched, something she always liked to do. Troy just shook his head.
   Laura was clutching her belly, the punches were breaking her stomach. Next, the big amazon picked her up and hugged her hard, Laura was pressed against the big belly, her stomach right over the big curve of the giant muscle mound. BM jumped and fell down on her back, but Laura seemed to take the worst of it. While BM slammed into the ground, Laura had her stomach obliterated against the much harder muscle gut of BM. Next time, BM went down belly first, with Laura under her. When BM stood up, Laura was gasping for air. The slender warrior was laid flat, and her stomach was so hurt that she couldn't even move.
   BM hit her with a flying punch right to her stomach, and Laura felt like she was being punched into the ground, her whole body sore and her stomach felt like something was wrong. BM hit her with another big punch like that, and Laura thought she was going to burst. BM picked her up like a sack of potatoes, Laura barely conscious, and slammed Laura belly first into her big belly. Laura heard a crunch before she crumpled to the ground. The next few minutes Laura couldn't remember, and it was probably for the best. BM punched her in the belly, and then started slapping and punching her little tits. BM got on top of her, smothering her with her big belly and tits. It was a savage mauling, the belly like a wrecking ball and the tits just covered and crushed Laura's little boobs. BM just kept crashing down with her big belly, and Laura went in and out of consciousness. The last thing she remembered  was the giant monster getting behind her and crushing her in a bear hug bodyscissor combination. Laura and Troy watched as Laura screamed and thrashed, fighting for her life. If they hadn't pulled BM off her, they were afraid she would have killed the poor girl.
   When Laura woke up the next day in the hospital, she was told she had fallen out of a tree, and she sustained numerous injuries. Along with broken ribs, she had serious damage to her stomach. She had a surgery to repair the stomach wall, and they were worried about internal bleeding. One of her breasts had been badly bruised and mangled, and the other had been crushed. On top of that, she had fractured her back, and possibly had a collapsed lung, along with a serious concussion. The Dr told her that she was lucky to be alive, and she tended to agree. Most of the day before was a blur to her, but she could remember some of it. It was nearly a year before she fully recovered, and she never really put the whole story together until she watched the video and talked to Heather about it.
   As Sara looked at the blank screen, she looked down at Heather. Laura hated the idea of Heather being beat almost as much as she did, and it was obvious that Heather was still motivated by those events from nearly 10 years ago. Sara felt like Laura and Heather belonged together, and she knew that story wasn't over. The next day or two would be the qualifier for Heather, and she would have to face off against three other girls a battle for survival. Sara knew that Heather would likely be fine and go on living win or lose, but she also knew that the feral and savage Heather she had unleashed would not accept defeat.
   Sara looked down again at the sleeper Heather, and curled up right next to her as she faded off to sleep. 
   

[Yag]

Chapter 21

   Around the same time Heather and Sara were preparing for the contest, Samantha and Ivy had  returned home to safely recover from the battle with Seleena.

   Ivy had a bruised head, and was getting over the concussion she had sustained. Her body and face were intact. Sami had some bruises on her face and nose, but otherwise was back to her training after just a few days of rest, mostly spent taking care of Ivy.
   Nearly a month had passed since the epic battle, and life was almost returning to normal. Sami had completely engrossed herself in her training, looking to progress to the next level. In that time, Lori had spent the time training as well, along with her sister Karyn, and a small group of girls she recruited.
   Lori had never forgiven Ivy for the beating she took from a girl hunting after Samantha. The whole situation was never Samantha's fault, but Lori was unreasonable and angry. It was just a matter of time, and Samantha and Ivy had know idea they were being targeted.
   With Ivy still asleep under the thick fur blankets, Sami rolled herself to the floor, stepping over her pet wolf that lay sprawled next to the bed. She was up early, before the sun had decided to come up.  Her eyes were hardly open as she made her way to the bathroom for her morning routine, culminating in a hot shower.    
   The huge shower was encompassed by steam-proof mirrors, so she could get a great view of her body while she was enjoying the cascade of hot water raining down on her. In the past few months, she had really made an effort to bulk up, and her massive arms were finally beginning to compare to her giant tree-trunk thighs and calves. Samantha was short and stocky, just a little under 5 foot tall. She looked powerful and sturdy, with thighs a little over 30 inches, a massive booty that was over 50 inches. Calves were 23 inches, and her biceps had been steadily growing as well. She smiled as her rock-hard biceps exploded like balloons, 25 inches of pure muscle. Her shoulders and back looked meaty and strong. She had dark straight hair, and big blue eyes to go with her pretty round face. Her chest and belly were her pride and joy, with her giant set of perfect boobs and her invincible round belly, she was just a pure powerhouse.
   She was by no means some brute, her stamina and agility were almost superhuman. Her big body was deceptive, but she excelled at body-weight exercises as well as power lifting. Over the last year she had tested herself against college athletes, and totally blow them away.
   She had attended some track and field practices at the local college, and documented the times of the best girls from several college track meets. Sometime she felt more like an animal, with her endless endurance, and feats of strength. Little 4 foot 11 and a half inch Samantha had a vertical leap that was well over a full foot higher than the state champion high jumper. Her speed was frightening, with a 40 yard dash just a sliver over 4 seconds, but it was her long distance running that was more akin to a hunting cat. Sami ran the longer runs back to back, with no rest. Her favorite part was the long distance relay races. The girls would pass a baton to the fresh runner, and generally these were the best athletes on the team. Samantha had already run a few miles, and took only a 30 second break before starting.
   She tore off the finish line at full speed, and never looked back. She maintained her pace for 4 laps, a full 1600 meters, and each of her 4 legs was faster than the legs of the state champions. She was still fresh after after running for nearly an hour. She tested herself with the long jump, the high jump, and the hurdles. The javelin and shot put were more about technique, and she had not really practiced them. She was happy with her results. She was confident with a little training, she could easily have won every single event with ease. Someday down the road, she would love to test herself against professionals. She wanted to go against Olympians, or the best of the best. She loved the idea off facing off against the best cross fitters as well.
   Next, she had visited a few different gymnastics practices. Gymnastics and tumbling was a passion of hers, and she had the speed and explosiveness to complete even the most difficult moves. Her first task was to record and analyze the conditioning. She talked to a few of the coaches and girls, and got a full accounting of what they did. Then, she made a journal of different challenges where she gave herself a huge handicap. She was almost disappointed by the ease which she destroyed the results of the gymnasts. To say she was on another level was an understatement, she was a few levels above these girls in ability and talent.
   She made a deal with one of the gymnastic coaches, Al would sponsor the team that season, and Samantha would do an hour of conditioning with the girls once a week for 6 weeks. This was not a college level program, and girls were all teenagers. Samantha went easy on them the first few weeks, but put them on a much more difficult conditioning plan than they were use to. The girls really loved the challenge, and Samantha promised them they would be the strongest team in the state. The energy was contagious, and the 6 weeks turned to 3 months.
   Her last day with them was very emotional, and Samantha put them through one final workout that none of the 10 girls could finish. The girls went on to win every meet that year, and the conditioning program started to spread to other teams. The last week, Sami showed the coach the teams results, and they were elated to see they had out performed the college teams she had trained with. The girls got a kick out of it all, often taking turns punching each other in their rock-hard bellies. That last day, Samantha put on a show for them, using huge amounts of weights and high reps to show how exceptional she truly was. For a grand finale, they asked if they could punch her stomach, and it turned into a free for all of the girls just throwing punches at her diamond-hard belly until they couldn't swing. Finally, she totally blew their minds. She tied a rope around her legs, and told all 10 girls to grab on. Next, she climbed one of the ropes secured to the ceiling. She had checked the weight limit, and it was guaranteed to 2 tons, which was perfect for what she had in mind.
   First, with her feet in front of her in an L sit, she climbed the rope, getting harder as she went, as the rope slowly pulled the girls off the ground. Up they went, the last little bit she let her legs fall down. She grabbed the rope next to her in one hand, one in each hand to secure it, and with surge of power, used her belly to press the rope back in front of her, pulling all 10 girls swinging and dangling, a mix of laughter and awe as Sami started doing a few reps, lifting the rope with just her amazing core. Next, she draped her legs around the support beat on the ceiling, literally a full 45 feet off the ground, her body hanging upside down, and did some inverted sit ups, pulling the rope and the 10 girls up like it was weightless.
   Since then, she had learned a lot from her Sifu about martial arts, and one of her next goals was to go to a Dojo or martial art school, and challenge the leader. She was inspired by the legendary Mas Oyama, who would go to rival karate schools and take on the entire class. She loved this idea, and had been given a list of a few different martial arts academies with all females, one was nearby in the same state. She wasn't sure what it would be like in the modern days, but she at least hoped to test herself. The ability to take a strike was just as important as giving in. Samantha wanted to find the greatest strikers, to test her iron body. Her dream was to challenge a true QiGong Iron Body master, the technique that Shaolin monks used to make their body almost invincible by using internal energy and focused Qi.
     Sami wanted to test if her iron muscle body was stronger than the QiGong Iron Body technique of legend. Sifu had even provided her a few ancient texts copied digitally, with many of the ancient secret techniques that were almost forgotten when China tried to exterminate the martial artists.  With all the time and work she put into her body, she was well on her way to Grandmaster in her own right.
   She ate her breakfast of fruit and oats quietly, and went over her workout plan in her head. She would start with a long cardio session, while wearing heavy ankle-weights. She loved to work her kickboxing with the heavy weights, it really gave her butt and core a workout. Dancing around with the heavy weights, her thick body weighed down with all the muscle, was an extreme workout.
   Next she would practice some gymnastics, power tumbling helped her build explosive speed and ferocity when she moved, and doing flips and balance beam was the best for balance and coordination.
   Next was a long, extreme session meant to destroy her core. She had a few new things to try, some of them truly brutal.
   After that, a big lunch, and a short rest. Later that night, she would hit the weight-room, where she would routinely use huge weights and high reps. Her muscles were hard as steel, strong, and giant. Still, she was hungry to improve.
   As she got started, she didn't slow down at all. She had been looking forward to trying some new things. She climbed high, and went flying into the air, her muscle-armored belly flexed, and she hit a stack of 4 cinder blocks, shattering them into dust and crumbs. The setup for this room had been done a few weeks before, with an assortment of bricks, cement, concrete cinder blocks, and a few other obstacles including a giant tire from a construction vehicle.
   The plan was to put her body, mainly her belly, against all these different objects. She had some fun with more cinder blocks, grabbing one in her arms and literally just smashing it over her gut, it exploded in more dust in powder, her white skin being slowly covered. A few more jumps, and she cinder blocks were no match for her. They were much softer, even a few blocks that were completely solid, and they all ended up destroyed with little effort.
   Next, she moved on to a solid concrete block. The blocks were much stronger and harder than the previous. Sami climbed up high, and came crashing down in a belly flop. She flexed hard, and hit even harder. Her big belly easily absorbed the crash, and evidently so did the block.
   The next time, she climbed a few feet higher, her jump was from about 6 feet. This time, she flexed even harder, sucking in her belly a bit, the big round muscle mound raised a couple inches as the muscle took total control, every inch of it covered in a thick layer of iron-hard muscle that felt invincible. She jumped again, this time the block gave and easily broke into many pieces, a few of them actually crushed and broken.
   Next was a stack of 4 of these big blocks, and this time she turned her back. She stood up, then bent her legs a little and readied her belly, again the giant ball of pure power lifting just a couple inches as it was fully flexed. She left her feet, her body soaring, and she spun legs spinning over her head in a full flip and then some, a moonsault smash that just devastated the big pile of blocks.  The 150 pounds of concrete was mostly destroyed. Samantha stood up, and the dust was starting to get caked in her hair and her body. Her skin was already pale, but now she was starting to look like a ghost.
   Her next challenge was against a few giant pieces of reinforced steel. The slabs were 6 inch thick, literal armor plating. The were held up by some heavy steel arms that were anchored with the ground. As Samantha got close, she braced her legs, and slammed herself belly first into the plate like a battering ram. Nothing happened, except the noise of the supports straining. She tried again and this time you could hear the strain in the iron itself. Then she went at it, and again, and again. After about a dozen tries, the outline of her belly could be seen making an indentation. Samantha was really getting excited, she put her hands on top of the 6 inch piece of armor, and then really started slamming her whole body, leaving her feet as her force slammed her whole body into it. Before long, on the other side the outline of her belly and her big boobs started to appear as the mental was bent. It stretched and after another few minutes, the metal had been overwhelmed, as you could see the full outline of her bust and belly. The iron knew it had been defeated, and it was never even close. As Sami examined the back side of the plate, she couldn't help but to laugh.
   She took a second to run her hands over her belly and tits, the excitement had her so turned on that her nipples were standing at attention like little steel buttons with her perfect tits like wrecking balls, a perfect compliment to her iron dome belly. The nipples had even made pretty little indents in the plate, a perfect proportion to her body basically welded into the metal as Sami had just overpowered it with only her muscle body.
   For the next plate, she had a different idea. On top of her massive legs, it felt like her thighs just ran right into her giant booty. Her hips were absurdly strong, but you could hardly even find the hip atop her magnificent 33 inch thighs, her absurd calves, and then 55 inches of muscle butt stood on top of her goddess gams. Sami was just a little under 5 feet, so her legs were short as well as stocky, but so much of her power and athleticism was built in her superbooty. Her muscle control was insane, as she had routinely crushed things between her huge cheeks. The cheeks were so round, it was like she had a giant beach ball underneath. The perkiness was complete, passing the lift test with flying colors as the booty was infinitely toned and tight and round.
   She set herself up next to the next plate, and grabbed each side of it and did a little twist of her hips. Back she went, booty first, and it hit the plate like a freight train, blowing through the armor instantly and breaking one of the supports, while the other was pulled out of the ground, the floor broken into pieces and the anchor support hanging limply. The whole plate was destroyed, and Sami couldn't help but to grin. She knew her belly was harder and stronger, but the leverage and angle of using her legs and full weight and center of gravity to power her booty through it just made all the difference.
   For the last leg of her little adventure, she went over to the giant tire. It was literally taller than she was, 800 pounds of solid rubber. She started with some punches and kicks, and a variety of strikes. Just unloading on the tire, and the rubber just absorbed the punches. She loved the feeling of being able to unload her full power strikes and really had a sweat going. Next, she climbed a few feet up, and wrapped her legs around it. The giant mass of rubber was standing on its own, against the well, the weight alone was enough to hold Sami up. Next, she used her full body to apply a crushing legscissor. She had done extensive research, and the key to a strong scissor was not so much the legs, but mainly the core, booty, and hips. In other words, Samantha was built to scissor. As she squeezed, her legs literally crushed the tire. At the same time, Samantha started doing a kind of advanced sit-up where she slowly went up a "step" at a time, small pulsing movements that made every rep into 10 mini-situps. Next, she started alternating punches from each hand at every rep. On she went, punching and squeezing, after 10 minutes she was completely soaked in sweat, and her belly was glowing red from all the punches. Off she hopped, back to her feet. The tire had 2 spots where it had been crushed under her squeeze, a few inches on each side.
   Next, she just attacked the tire head on. She grabbed it in a bearhug, using her belly and boobs again in a frontal assault, she slightly rolled the giant tire up the wall. She kept her body pressed up against it, her belly holding the tire in place as her mammoth legs and booty powered the insane feet. The 800 pounds didn't feel like a lot to Sami at the time, and she raised it even higher. After a minute, she let her arms fall to the side, and she was just holding it there with her torso. Her body leaning forward, her huge round booty flexed and powerful and then her belly and tits pressed tightly against the tire must have been quite a sight. She grasped the tire in her arms again, and raised it even more. She stepped back a little bit, and this time leaned forward even more.
   This time, she let her arms down, but the tire wasn't even touching her belly. She hadn't worn a bra in so long, she wasn't even sure her cup size. Around 38 f she figured. She flexed her pecs, and the tire moved just a touch, and then she held it in place with no arms and just her cleavage to keep the big tire from dropping. After a minute, she grabbed the tire around her arms and let her body fall to the floor, back on a soft mat. The tire came right down on top of her, crashing down on her belly. She laid there, and then used her stomach to lift the tire, sucking in, and then pressing out. The tire was jumping up a foot, and then down a foot, up and down, as she alternated. So perfect was her rhythm that a few times she had the tire bouncing a couple inches above her, and then it would just drop harmlessly with a dull thud as her stomach collided. The tire was starting to show wear from all the blows, and she finally finished up and rolled the giant tire off of her.
   Still covered in dust and sweat, she definitely needed another shower. This time, she hoped Ivy would be ready to join her.