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 :-* I admire all you BBWs and SSBBWs on this site, particular those that enjoy crushing or dishing out punishment to the skinny chicks. Just wondering what you would do to this skinny chick if she broke into your house and stole your hard-earned money or food off your table. What kind of punishment would you give her: beat her up or crush her? Rip off her jeans? Give her a hard spanking? Any input is appreciated. Thanks.
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BBW Related Stories / Fantasies / Beaten Teacher
December 30, 2012, 03:49:42 PM
This biker chick recently showed up at a rally in Pennsylvania with a horrendous black eye, which had glued her left eye shut. A small portion of her eyeball could be seen through the eye slit, and it was gross.
      She was a sexy babe who always wore tight jeans and skimpy tops, and had won some tight jeans, best buns and wet T-shirt contests in the past. She was also a middle school teacher who often talked about how unruly some of the girls were. "There's some big girls in our school and they don't always respect a little chick like me."
      If she thought middle school was bad, it hadn't prepared her for a recent move to the high school, where all middle school kids now had to attend. Bev, this slender, sexy biker chick, was now working at the biggest high school in the city.
      The first week of school, Bev, clad in her tight Levi's and less revealing shirt, had tried to break up a fight between two fat  seniors. These girls were nearly 6'0" tall and 300 pounds. Bev was 29, 5'4" and 112 pounds. She wasn't very strong and was grossly over-matched.
       Just as she put her hand on one of the girl's shoulders, she felt someone reach between her legs from behind, cover her mouth with a thick hand, pick her up as if she weighed nothing and slam her against the locker. Bev bounced off the locker with an, "ummmmphh!" and landed on all fours. As she stood up, she caught a vicious elbow to the eye that knocked her back against the locker.
      The fight was still going on between the fat girls. Bev, who felt a bit woozy -- legs wobbling-- looked to her left and saw an immense girl with stringy black hair smirking at her. The smirk sooned turned to a scowl then a look of hatred. Bev's heart started hammering as anxiety suddenly overwhelmed her. She could barely see out of the swollen and blackened eye the giant girl had given her.
      "The girl had to be 6'6" and 400 pounds," said Bev. "She looked like she wanted to kill me." As Bev was catching her breath, the girl stepped toward her and put a hand on Bev's slender shoulder. She squeezed Bev's shoulder firmly and stuck her round face up near the biker chick's left ear.
      "This never happened, ya here me, cunt . . . err, teach? Breathe one word and it'll be your last. I'll take you out back and beat your skinny ass till there's nothing left of ya. This is my school, you hear me?"
      Bev's heart thundered as she looked up at the girl. Her throat churned and the girl smirked when she saw it. The girl then patted her the ass of her Levi's and said, "I'd make ya my bitch if this were prison. And I know what I'd do to ya there. And you wouldn't be wearing those tight Levi's anymore 'cause I'd rip 'em off ya and expose that bald little pussy like all you biker sluts have." Bev knew her jeans were inappropriately tight and that the girl noticed the camel toe. But she didn't expect to be humilated like this.
      "I was never so afraid in my life." Bev ignored the pat and side comments the best she could, but her face suffused red. The girl would probably beat her badly if she whispered one word about the incident. Some teachers broke up the fight and all the kids went off to their classes. When asked, Bev said she accidentally got socked when trying to break up the fight. "It was my fault," she told the principal.
      Bev inquired about the girl later that day. One of the teachers told her the girl's name was Alice Holmes. And that Alice was known for her brutality. She had taken one female teacher to the woods behind the school and beaten her senseless last year. You didn't mess with the girl because she had a mental problem. Not only that, she was the head of a brutal girl gang. Go against them and it could be the last move you made. Bev briefly envisioned herself being mauled by the girl and left for dead in the middle of the woods. Then the bell rang and she headed out the door. Bev didn't dare rat the girl out because she took the warning to heart.
      After Bev told me the story, I couldn't help getting a bit excited, liking catfights and all. Just the thought of that girl picking her up from behind -- fat mitts cuffed underneath her bald vagina, which was separated only by the tight denim jeans. If I knew Bev, she didn't wear panties or underwear, even to school.
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I'd love to have a session with Super Dom. I particulary like the tall and huge SSBBWs. They intimate the heck out of me. Does she do sessions?
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I've ridden bikes for years and often go on spring breaks. But it never ceases to amaze me how much trouble some of the biker chicks get into. These babes must have targets on their backs that say, "Beat My Ass" because they're always getting into fights. And some of the smaller ones somehow end up on the short end of a punch from Alice Q. Bruiser. Such was the case on spring break in the spring of 2012. This 24 year-old biker chick named Karen was having a few drinks near the hotel pool. She was getting a little drunk just before dinner, which is never a good idea. Suffice it to say that alcohol can loosen the lips and sometimes get your lips smashed in.

We were staying at a hotel during the high school spring break. She wasn't my girl friend--more of an acquaintance. I really didn't like her that much. Karen had just gotten cleaned up and wore tight jeans and a halter top. There were a couple other bikers and women at the ppol. Earlier, she'd been tanning in a spaghetti-strapped bikini that left nothing to the imagination. And she was getting eyed by some of the plumper high school girls at the pool. Karen had just turned and bumped into a fat girl who was just getting out of the pool. The girl, clad in a black one-piece bathing suit--with rolls cascading from her stomach, sides and elephantine thighs--was wiping her eyes. She looked at Karen who got bumped back about three feet. Karen looked at her shirt and said (a bit loud, I might add), "You got me all wet, you stupid cow."

The girl's stare turned into a glare . . . then a look of hatred.

"Whatta you lookin' at, you fat fuck. Want a a piece of this?" Karen raised both arms, a beer can still in her right hand. She waved the girl toward her. I mean this chick was 5'4" and weighed no more than 115 pounds fully clothed.

"Get her," another plump girl said from a lounge chair on the far side of the pool. Karen and the girl were near the middle of the length-side of the pool.

"Yeah, fuck her up, Fat Theresa," said another girl. I later learned the girl was a champion shot putter and softball player who could hit the stuffing out of a ball. Had I known this,  I might've intervened. The girl could probably pick Karen up and throw her half way down the beach. She looked that strong. But that fact might've had Karen pissing her jeans, especially if she she were a bit more sober, which she wasn't.

Karen knew a little karate but the high school girl was about 6'0" tall and easily 300 pounds. And that spells disaster when you're on the ground against a huge opponent. Karen sucked down the rest of her beer and tossed the can at the girl. She then walked up and shoved the girl. Karen couldn't budge her and actually slipped forward because of the girl's slick bathing suit. I heard her say, "Ohhhh" just before the girl slugged her in the gut with a punch that echoed with a "thud."

"Uhhhhhh," Karen exhaled, before dropping to both knees. A fat fist then came out of nowhere and slammed into her temple. Karen got knocked three feet to her right. I actually saw her knees leave the ground as the force from the blow catapulted her near a table.

"You skinny little biker cunt. You oughtta be smarter than to start something you can't finish." The fat girl then grabbed Karen's hair and pulled her to her feet. Karen screamed as the girl kept pulling, even while both were standing. "I am gonna fuck your skinny ass up, bitch--and I'd probably fuck ya fer real if I had you alone. That's the ultimate humiliation for skanks like you. Won't be nothing left of you, though, after I pound those tits flat."

This is when the one-sided beating started, which is one of the worst ones I've ever seen. This girl was vicious and nuts. She started pounded the thin woman with both fists--body shots that produced equally loud thuds to the gut punch. Karen's voice rumbled with each blow as she cried out in agony. The other girls were laughing and cheering Fat Theresa on.

The next blow was a right cross that connected with Karen's nose. The punch knocked her against the table. She then fell to her knees as she grasped at the table for dear life. A blow to the back knocked the breath out of her.

The fat high school girl then bear-hugged Karen from behind and brought her to her feet. And as she turned Karen around, I saw blood streaming from both nostrils and trickling from her lips. Karen got kneed in the ass three times, which undoubtedly left some huge bruises. The girl held Karen by the throat in a hammer lock. The woman was gagging. She then bent Karen forward, her tight-jeaned buns facing me, and starting punching her in the face. Karen then got tossed near the edge of the pool and landed on her stomach in an awkward and bent position. She looked like someone a ragged doll that had just gotten the stuffing beat out of her. The girl walked over and put her large foot on Karen's hip. And with one vicious and angry shove, knocked Karen into the water.

Karen came to--as she had been briefly knocked out--arms flailing and gasping for air. This is when the girl jumped back in and dunked Karen, jerking her head under water. The fight thankfully ended as Karen surfaced and got backed against the far edge of the pool. The girl trapped her briefly with her immense belly before dragging her trailer-size ass out of the pool. A couple woman helped Karen out of the pool, and she got medical help from the front desk. I couldn't believe the thrashing the girl gave here. Those high school girls are brutal. I know this because I work at a high school and hear about all their fights. But the ones against the biker chicks always seem to be the most violent.







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Lucky guy! She's amazing.
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CHAT & BBW TALK / Re: Perfect Little Prison Slave
November 03, 2012, 07:43:43 PM
I'm sure you could do whatever you wanted to the skinny chick. And I'd pay to see it. She'd be too weak to stop you.Do heavy girls get satisfaction out of humiliating chicks in tight jeans? Just courious. Thanks for the response.
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CHAT & BBW TALK / Perfect Little Prison Slave
October 08, 2012, 11:38:47 PM
 :P Wouldn't this skinny biker chick make the perfect little prison slave for a tall, huge SSBBW? What would you, the SSBBW, do to her in prison: Squash, tit clamps, spanking, rip jeans off, or even more? She's quite the smartass and would probably make fun of you, which isn't too smart. Just courious. Love the site.
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 :'( "Take her behind the high school down by the tracks," said Rosie, a ruthless, fat 18 year old high school girl who was 6'3" and 345 pounds. She was Italian and her uncle and family were rumored to have been in the mafia. "I want this to be a lesson to all biker chicks that sell drugs at this school. It's too bad but this woman's gotta pay."

"Okay," said a short, stocky girl. She grabbed the pretty blonde biker chick by the arms. The woman was about 28, 5'5" and 110 pounds, clad in tight jeans and a halter top. The stocky girl grabbed the woman's arm. "Let's go."

"Where are you taking me?" said the blonde.

"Behind the woodshed, bitch. Now, let's go."

"Get off me!" She tried to jerk the girl's arm away but got overpowered by the heavier girl.

"I'm not fooling around and neither is Rosie. I'll take you out right here. It would probably be a blessing because Rosie's going to beat you senseless."

The girl lead the woman down the steep hill and between a thicket of trees until they reached level ground. Twenty-five yards away lay the old railroad tracks, which were elevated and cracked in some places. "We'll wait here." The woman looked around. She was trying to find a place to get away but she wouldn't get far in cowboy boots. However, she should be able to outrun a couple fat girls.

An old pickup appeared five minutes later. It appeared to be leaning badly on the driver's side. The engine shut off and Rosie stepped out, immediately relieving pressure on the truck's shock absorbers. She waddled toward the biker chick and girl. There was no one around. The tracks were near an old abandoned warehouse. A small river purled fifty yards away.

The girl walked the blonde biker chick toward the railroad tracks. "I got her from here," said Rosie. "Just get out of here and make sure nobody followed you."

"What are you going to do to me?" the blonde said. Her legs were visibly shaking in her cowboy boots.

"Just take a walk with me," said Rosie. She grabbed the woman's thin right arm gently and walked her toward the tracks. The biker chick was pathetic and skinny. There was nothing to her but she  still had to beat her. That's just the way it was.

"But I don't understand," the blonde whined. "I--"

"I've been patient with you strippers and biker whores for a long time. You've been selling dope around my school for years. It's gonna stop today." The woman looked up at her. Her throat churned.

"I--"

"Just shut up. You've said your piece. Now it's time for me to say mine."

"I'll stop coming here. I'll tell the bikers . . ."

"Shut up!" Rosie grabbed the woman's are more tightly and shoved her onto the railroad track. "There's no train come' around here for years, so don't worry your pretty little head about getting run over. But getting hit by a train may be mild compared to what I'm going to do to you." Rosie smirked, an evil glare which lit up her balloon-sized face.

"Please. I give . . . I give. You win. I'll stop coming here. Help!" the woman shouted. Rosie approached the biker chikc, her fat hips shaking like oversized sacks of mail. The blonde put her arms up in defense. "My name is Paula. I'm an exotic dancer and I have money in my jeans. I'll pay you. Please. Oh, no. Oh, God noooo." Rosie shot her fingers out and stabbed the woman's windpipe, shocking and knocking the breath out of the skinny blonde. She grabbed her throat and gagged.

"Why did you hit me?" she said, gagging and barely whispering as she held her throat.

"I'm gonna pat you down for weapons," said Rosie. "Turn your skinny ass around." The blonde turned and Rosie ran her large hands up the woman's legs, crotch and ass.

Suddenly the blonde turned around and slapped Rosie in the face. She wasn't prepared for the blow but blocked the woman's thin arm. "Big mistake, cunt."

Rosie grabbed the woman's thin shoulders, pulled her forward and kneed her in the stomach.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh!" The woman dropped to her knees.

"You pathetic, little bitch. I'm gonna rip you apart for that." The blonde was on her knees holding her stomach. She was in agony. Rosie grabbed a tuft of her blone mane. Without hesitation, she pulled the blonde's head back, moved closer, jerked her head forward and kneed the woman in the face. Blood spurted from the biker chick's nose, down her mouth and onto the top part of her chest. The blonde fell to her side. Her eyes appeared glassy. Blood poured to the dirt.

"Get up," Rosie shouted. The woman didn't move. "I said get up." She kicked the woman in the back, then in the ass. She the grabbed her hair and pulled the woman to her feet. The blonde screamed. Almost immediately, the blonde got socked in the gut. Before the blonde fell, Rosie punched her in the side of the head. The blow spun her around and knocked her onto her stomach.

"Women like you make me sick, making money off of kids." Rosie stomped down on the woman's ass. The woman weakly reached out toward the rails. "Uhhhh," the woman cried. Rosie moved to the right side of the blonde and kicked her in the side. She kicked her again . . . and then a third time. She then pulled the biker chick to her feet and told her to place her hands on top of her head. The blonde obeyed, eyes widened and face bloodied.

The biker chick then tried to turn and run, but her right boot got caught on the tracks. Rosie grabbed the back of  woman's jeans and pulled her closer. She reached  into her sweat pants pocket and pulled out a pair of brass knuckles.

"This should convince you that I am not kidding around about you and the other stripper sluts staying away from here."  A look of horror ran across the biker chick's face. She looked down. Rosie reached under the blonde's chin and pulled Paula's thin oval face up. She hauled back and slugged the blonde in the jaw. The blow knocked her back. The blonde was in a daze and stumbling around. Rosie grabbed her before she fell and got in two more sold blows with the brass knuckles; but she wasn't finished. The blonde's entire face was bloody now and her nose was clearly broken. A four-inched gash lay directly below her right eye.

Rosie took off her brass knuckles and beat the woman for another few minutes. Paula was cringing and writhing on the ground, obviously having sustained some broken bones. At one point, Rosie deliberately stepped on Paula's right hand and cracked it. Paula was on the fringe of fainting. Blood poured from her eyebrows, nose, lip and right ear. Rosie stomped down on Paula's head and ground her face into the track.

"This is just a warning, cunt. Next time, I will be less mercifully. I'll simply kill you. Rosie grabbed Paula by the arms and dragged her down by the river bank. She grabbed the back of the biker chick's hair and slammed her face first into a rusty pole. Paula dropped like a dead fish. Paula thought she was going to get her ass thrown in the river and drowned. The girl was mean enough. And she certainly could do anything she wanted to her because she was too strong and powerful. But Rosie mercifully let her go.

Rosie tottered toward her truck, her ass cheeks bulging from her sweats like two overloaded laundry bags.  "It's gonna be a long walk back for you bitch." Rosie cackled. Her laughed pierced the still night air. 

Paula passed out a short time later. A laid-off dock worker found her near the edge of the water. He thought she was dead but called the life squad when she stirred.

"Who did this to you, honey?"

"Some fat girl." Paula was too embarrassed to say that she got beat up by a high school girl.





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CHAT & BBW TALK / Re: SuzieSquasher says Hello
February 16, 2011, 10:17:19 PM
Hi Suzie,

I've seen your website before. I'm a big fan. I'd love the opportunity to play wrestle or get squashed by you. Too bad you're in England, though. Do you ever get to the States. By the way, I gave you your first positive karma rating.
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Unbelieveable! I might be tapping out, too. Your size is very intimidating. Good pics.
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I would probably get smashed if I didn't do as you say, so yes, I'd do as you wish. But you can still crush me with those thighs for fun.
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No kidding. She'd snap me like a twig. That's one big woman. I wouldn't want to face her in the wrestling ring.
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 :'( :'( :'( :'(

As a former teacher, I witnesses some vicious girl fights. However, none is more brutal than when a fat high school girl gang member caught two blonde biker chicks selling drugs at her school. It was a hot, muggy night in August. The first football game was going on. However, off in a distant field, two blond biker chicks were completing a drug deal with a couple high school girls. The woman were strippers. Each one wore tight jeans. They were probably late twenties max.

The problem this particular night was that the biker chicks were encroaching on girl gang territory. Angie Sartini, a 6'2" 325 pound shot putter, caught wind of the deal by cell and appeared just as the one blonde slipped the cash into the back pocket of her Levi's.

You can just hand that dough back to me, biker cunt, or I'll pound you senseless. Angie was one of the most violent girls in the school. She had major issues with anger and was always fighting. She glared at the two 5'5" 115 to 120 pound blonde biker chicks as if she wanted to kill them.

"Kick their asses, Angie, a few girls said. The women were visibly scared. A blond with a sleeveless shirt tried to run past Angie, but Angie stuck out her foot and tripped her. When the blonde tired to stand, Angie punt kicked her and knocked her on her back.

"Stay down, if you know what's good for you, skinny bitch," shouted Angie.

Meanwhile, Angie went after the blonde in the Levi's. The woman raised her hands and cowered as Angie approached, which was stupid. Angie pushed her thin arms away and popped her in the right eye a couple times. Angie then slammed her fist into the woman's jaw and knocked her to her stomach.

Angie stomped down on the ass of the woman's Levi's, leaving a dusty imprint of her size 13 shoes. She then reached down, grabbed the woman by the back of the hair and waistband of her Levi's and pulled her to her feet. The woman raised her hands up, flailing them about. The girl jerked her around to face her. The biker chick's  jaw slackened. Her right eye was bruised, blackened and practically glued shut.

"Please, I'm sorry I took your business. Please, oh pleeease let me go."

"Little late for that," shouted Angie. She then started beating the blonde in the stomach, face and everywhere imaginable. The other chick got up but was promptly decked. Angie pulled her to her feet,  got her in a headlock and started pounding on her face.  Twenty seconds later, the blonde with the sleeveless shirt dropped to her knees, then collapsed face-first to the dirt, thoroughly beaten uncontious.

Angie started pounding the blonde in the Levi's, who was leaning against a tree and barely standing. The woman was very feminine and had obviously never been in a fight before. She moaned after each blow. The Levi's-clad blonde was pummeled gang style by Angie, which is anything goes. Angie watched her drop to her stomach. She bent over and reached into the back pocket of the blonde's Levi's and pulled out the drug money. "Drug dealin' ain't for the weak, biker cunt. Encroach on my territory and I'll take you down. Tell all those other strippers, too. I'll beat their asses, too.

"As for you, I oughtta just rip your jeans off and leave you two naked whores here without any clothes. Instead, I'll do this." Angie smirked. She then grabbed the blonde by her shirt and jeans leg, picked her up and threw her down a steep hill toward a large creek. The unconcious blonde went next, flying through the air lack a sack of potatoes. Angie didn't stop there. She made her way down the hill. She dragged the blonde in the Levi's by the hair and threw her in the creek. The blonde screamed. The other blonde soon joined her in the water.

I honestly think Angie would have drowned the women had a teacher not yelled downed and asked what the problem was. She's certainly mean enough and had a motive. Teenage girls in gangs mean business. If you cross them you're going to get your assed kicked or be seriously hurt. And Angie's destroyed several other tight-jeaned clad biker babes. She hates these women and dismissed the two blondes as a couple of wimps who couldn't punch their way out of a paper bag. That's part of what girl gang members call assessment. If these girls know they can beat you, you're in trouble. Hence, naturally a couple skinny chicks in tight jeans are going to be easy prey for girl gang members, especially the fat and bruiser types. These biker women were both severely beaten and have not shown up around the school again.

Many biker chicks do not expect a high school girl to pick a fight with them. After all, they're women and the girls are just school girls, as the biker bitches call them. But nothing could be further from the truth. Biker chicks are extremely easy prey for high school girls, gang members or non-gang members. A biker chick is not going to admit that she got beat up by a high school girl. It's a disgrace to them. But more of them are realizing how fierce and strong young girls are. Therefore, most will back down from a fight if they feel the girl will get the better of them.  And that probably includes most high school girls for the two blondes. They did not stand a chance against that bruiser Angie.
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I had posted a story about a girlfriend that nearly got beaten up by a huge 16 year old black girl during Daytona Bike Week last year. My girlfriend had wondered off to pee in the woods. Little did she know, she ended up peeing in this girl's yard. The girl worked her over pretty good after watching her zip up her jeans.

This year, my new girlfriend, Debbie, ran into the girl ,after pulling down her designer jeans to pee. The girl had warned us never to come back. I went with Debbie this time. I wasn't about to let this girl beat up Debbie. So there we both were, 5'4" 115 pound Debbie and 5'9" 178 pound me, facing a 6'6" 17 year old black girl who weighed over 450 pounds. This time, she really angry and wanted to fight us. Who wins this fight and how does it end. Can Debbie and I overpower the girl, knock her down and get away? . . . or will she pound us into submission and crush us?
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I love fat girls pounding skinny chicks in tight jeans. The more brutal, the better. Way to let her have it. Give us some more skinny nymphs in jeans.
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Reece is hot. You have some great posts, Mandy, but I'd still love to see you crush one of these skinny women. It would be like a big on small ultimatesurrender thing. Tks.
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Yikes! That's one huge woman. Wouldn't want her to block me in a dark alley. But I might let her squash me, if she takes it easy on me.
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 In one of the quickest fights I ever saw, a high school girl bowler was celebrating her 18th birthday next to a group of bikers and biker babes. As I mentioned before, bikers like a good fight like anyone else. They often let their bitches slug it out without intervening. This day was no exception. Some blonde chick was clowning around and accidentally bumped into the girl bowler. She might have been a little tipsy. But instead of looking at the girl, she turned and tried to shove the girl, shouting, "Watch where you're going, you stupid high school bitch!" Unfortunately, the blonde didn't have any idea who she shoved until she looked up and saw the evil grin on the teen's face. I mean this girl was at least 6'0" tall, very athletic-looking and probably weighed 260 or 270 pounds.

"You're going to regret that, you little cunt!" said the girl. The blonde, prissy and non-athletic, about 28, 5'5" and 115 pounds, clad in tight blue jeans (super great ass), goggled at the girl, her mouth hanging open. In a flash the girl shoved the biker chick and knocked her back about seven feet against one of the plastic seats. The biker chick flew backward as if she had been hit by a Mack truck. Her boots flew over her head, then her legs flopped back down and she landed on her ass on the floor. The blonde grimaced, holding her back. Both groups of people gathered around.

"Beat her ass, Sandy," one of the teen girls shouted. By then, the girl already had a strong grip on the biker chick's slim arm. She pulled the blonde to her feet as if she weighed nothing. The blonde took a weak swing at the girl, but the girl had already cocked her arm back and, instead, quickly delivered a powerful haymaker to the blonde's nose. The blow rocked the blonde's head back as if she were one of the silly car dashboard dolls, where the head bounces up and down. The biker chick staggered around a bit.  As the woman's chin dropped to her chest, the girl delivered a vicious backhand to the right side of the blonde's face. The blow spun the blonde around. She landed on her stomach with a dull thud.

The girl quickly marched over, picked the blonde up and grabbed her from behind around her stomach. Blood was flowing down the blonde's face from every oriface--nose, mouth and right ear. She was clearly out of it. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were glazed. Her legs were rubbery. But that didnt stop the big high school girl. She carried the blonde biker chick over toward the ball return, grabbed the back of her blonde mane and stuck her face near the opening of the ball return. The woman screamed as the ball rumbled up the chute and shot through the opening. The girl pulled the woman away just before the ball smashed into her face. It was very cruel and saddistic, but the blonde couldn't do anything about it. She was getting her skinny ass handed to her by the high school chick she so righteously spurned moments earlier.

"Scared you, didn't I, you skinny little piece of trash." The teen then turned the woman around, picked her up by one leg of her jeans and arm and slammed her chest first against the ball return stand so that the blonde's tight little ass was near the opening. The blonde just lay there straddling the stand like a cowgirl on a horse--her bloody face visible as she lay against the right side of her face.

This ball came flying up the chute and smacked the biker chick in the ass. The girl bowler howled. The woman didn't budge. I'm sure it hurt, but the blonde was pretty much unconcious at that point; or at least beaten up to the point of exhaustion.

"That's using your brains," the heavy girl bowler shouted. All the girls laughed. "Nobody ruins my birthday party . . ."

I'll have to admit that the quip was a pretty good one. Most biker chicks are smart enough to look at whom their fighting ahead of time. And most biker chicks know when they're way in over their head, especially when a girl's arm's are as big as her legs. It also doesn't help to be a relatively weak woman who never played sports, fighting a girl jock who looks strong enough to rip you a new asshole; and tie your skinny body up in a knot.   The girl finally pulled the blonde off the stand, but wasn't gentle doing it. She tossed the blonde on the floor and kicked her. ". . . Especially a little tramp that probably shaves her pussy." The blonde rolled over and just lay their spread-eagled with her arms to the side. The mismatch was almost sickening as the teen absolutely destroyed the blonde bike babe.

:'(  :'( :'( :'(  :'(  :'(
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Getting beat up by the cheerleader humbled Michelle a bit, but she took it upon herself to find one of the cheerleader's friends, confront her and fight her at a bowling alley. Michelle came out on top in that fight and regained her confidence. But more trouble was just ahead in a big and extremely brutal way.

The small cheerleader gave the fattest girl in the school, Collette Holmes, $200 to confront Michelle at the horse stables where she worked as a horse trainer and beat her up. Collete, about 6'0" tall and 325 pounds--mean as hell-- showed up when the 27 year old, 115-pound blonde Michelle was alone and getting ready to leave the stables. It was just after Labor Day and hot. Michelle was stunned to see the girl. She gawked as her heart hammered a million beats per minute.

"I gotta a message for you, cowgirl bitch." The girl grabbed at Michelle, who was clad in tight jeans, a western shirt, cowboy hat and boots. Michelle blocked her arm and kicked her in the stomach. She had been practicing karate more since getting her ass kicked by the tall cheerleader. She had a brown belt in Tae Kwon Do.

The blow fazed fat Collette. She winced and held her stomach. Michelle then kicked the fat girl in the gut with a side kick, but this time couldn't budge her. The fat girl's face grew red with rage. She clinched her fat fists, stood up straight and flexed her massive chest--with her ass protruding grotesquely from her gray sweatpants like an overloaded laundry bag. Michelle only got in a couple more kicks which bounced off Collette like a pebble against a mountain. After that, Michelle pretty much got bashed, thrashed, mauled and destroyed by fat Collette. The teen side-stepped the last kick, a weak roundhouse, then charged the skinny blonde. She engulfed Michelle in a brutal bearhug, picked her up while grunting and slammed Michelle against a wooden post, smashing and knocking Michelle's cowboy hat off.

"Ummphhh" Michelle's back hit the post, then her head. She staggered forward--eyes glazed, jaw slackened and legs bowed as if she just got off a horse. Her arms hung loosely in front of her. She tried to raise them up, but got socked  in the temple with a powerful haymaker. The blow knocked Michelle four feet to her right. She landed in the dirt with a thud. Seconds later, she got pulled to her feet by the back of her long blonde hair. Michelle screamed but was only half concious to fully understand what was happening. The only thing holding up her limp legs was the massive strength of Collette, who looked as if she were controlling Michelle as one would a marionette puppet.

"You got nothin', skinny cowgirl. I've fought small and average girls in middle school that are tougher than you. Most of them would own your ass." Michelle winced and listened as Collette berated her. She screamed when Collette pulled harder on her hair.

Unfortunately for Michelle, fat Colllette was not only a good fighter but an excellent wrestler. Collette wasted no time in putting Michelle through several brutal and excruciating wrestling holds--full nelsons, leglocks and spread eagles. Michelle was screaming and groaning the entire time.

The girl dwarfed her as she engulfed Michelle in  her massive mounds of arm and stomach fat. Michelle's karate training was useless against the girl. Her strength was quickly sapped from the pounding and viscious wrestling maneuvers. Collette smirked as she pounded Michelle's back where she had several long scars from scoliosis back surgery. The cheerleader must've told the fat girl about it. And Collette was viciously pounding away on Michelle.

Punches started flying and the slim blonde was hit on the left side of her face with a back hand. Another back hand came out of nowhere and struck the right side of her face, spinning her around and knocking her down. Fat Collette then pounced on Michelle and pummeled her for a good three minutes. She then smothered her with her weight in an attempt to knock Michelle out. While in a seated position, Collette pulled Michelle up so that the blonde's ass was against her lapping waistline. She straddled Michelle with her massive legs, wrapped the crook of her left elbow around Michelle's eyes, nose and mouth and smothered her with her fat arm. Michelle shuffled her boots as she tried to get out of the girl's relentless grasp. Collette just laughed and popped her on the top of her head with her knuckles. Michelle squeaked out a few muffled cries before her body went limp. The girl then shoved Michelle's head aside and she fell to the dirt--her body twisted and half mangled.

"Don't ever touch my friends again, you skinny cowgirl cunt!" shouted Collette, just before Michelle passed out. "Next time, I'll come back and finish the job." Michelle "looked like a jigsaw puzzle with a couple of pieces gone," as the old song goes. She lay there unconcious as the girl struggled to get up and then stared down at her. Collette laughed at the skinny blonde, whose face was badly bruised--eyes blacked and lips bloody and swollen.

Michelle later said when the cheerleader kicked her ass, it hurt. But getting socked by the fat girl was like getting hit by a Mack truck. She was dizzy for days. "That girl was as strong as an ox," said Michelle. "When she had me in the wrestling holds, I felt my bones cracking. That fat girl beat the shit out of me!! I couldn't do anything. I thought she was going to kill me when she choked me out." Michelle has since stopped picking fights with high school girls. Some women learn the hard way not to mess with high school girls.
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I just love tall SSBBWs. Six hundred pounds--that's awesome. Do you do any wrestling or domination stuff? Thanks.
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BBW, SSBBW & USSBBW MODEL PICTURE POST / Re: warning
January 07, 2010, 09:10:32 PM
You're awesome, Mandy!  Just gave you a kudos.  Did you pound that tight little ass? Looks like one of one of my skinny little biker friends when she's out of her jeans. Nice.
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BBW, SSBBW & USSBBW MODEL PICTURE POST / Re: kissing
January 07, 2010, 08:25:35 PM
 :P

Spank that skinny tight jeans girl, Mandy.  Slap a bearhug on her and show her who's boss (if you ever do that). 
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That fat girl would definitely destroy the slim biker chick.  I don't think the woman would even last a minute with the girl.  That chick looks extremely strong and would tear the biker chick apart.  Most woman who wear heels are in trouble in a fight anyway. She could do virtually anything she wanted to the woman.  I doubt that the woman would even land even one weak blow.  Biker chicks sometimes have tought reputations, but not all biker women are that tough. Some are as prissy as you could ever imagine.
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CHAT & BBW TALK / Re: Do you like squashing?? (BBW)
November 26, 2009, 10:51:59 PM
I've been squashed by a 6'4", 430 pound  :o woman.  I'm 5'10" and 179 pounds, a definite wimp by comparison.  I was extremely intimidated, and she worked me over pretty good, but had a lot of fun doing it.  
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CHAT & BBW TALK / Re: Fully clothed BBWs
November 26, 2009, 10:48:02 PM
I agree.  The clothing makes an SSBBW much more imposing and intimidating, which I like. :D  Let's see more of them.
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 :P

I'm glad to see your little cowgirl friend survived the domination session.  That fat teen looks fierce!  But I think the cowgirl would get flattened by most any dom or BBW/SSBBW on this site as well.  She makes a great submissive victim.
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 :P

Great story and quite and interesting way to end a beating.  The huge girl really annihilated that cowgirl and made her pay for the theft bigtime.  I'm sure the skinny blond had no idea that she would be dealing with a girl who'd been in prison.  I'm sure the woman was totally humiliated.  And I doubt that she ever robs anyone ever again.

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I like them tall and huge like Raqui, even taller.  I'd say 6'6" and 500-700 pounds.  The more intimidating looking or fierce, the better.  I like the doms and women into dishing it out.  This type of woman would scare the crap out of me.  Princess Kaylee is a tough-looking woman who is about 425. 
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You would definitely get your ass kicked by Claire talking like that, slimchick--probably worse than the lesbians. 
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Teenage Katrina would be a good pick to punish the biker chick or lesbian on the left.  I agree, any of them would make mincemeat out of the 26 or 27 year old women.  They'd all end up flatter than a pancake.  But I like the idea of a younger teen doing it.  Perhaps Katrina's other sisters could get in on the act and take all of the women down. 

I am also into big younger girls going against skinny older chicks.  I love hearing or seeing fat girls squashing or beating up an older chick wearing tight jeans (especially dark blue Levi's).  That's why a biker chick or cowgirl would be a good victim.

Katrina versus Amy the skinny, weak biker chick below would be awesome!  I'd like to see your drawing added to the story, too.  Can you say "Cruuuuuuuuuunch!




Thanks for writing back.  You have a very interesting site.
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Along that same note perhaps your sumo chicks could take on thest two lesbians or the other women.  I'm sure the lesbian on the left would be good fodder for one of your huge sumo wrestlers.
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I don't think the lesbians felt that way after the severe beating they got, especially the one on the left.  Claire is a very brutal girl who takes advantage of her size.  She will do anything or use anything to win a fight and doesn't care about her victims.  Thanks for your comment and for reading the story.
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Nice artwork.  Your sumo chicks are huge.  How about taking this biker chick and having her go up against one of the fat sumo chicks.  Her name is Amy.  She's 5'5" and 115 pounds fully dressed.  She'd make a great squashing victim.  You can draw her from the pic.  Do you do requests?

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Sandy Schmitt is an imposing 18 year old girl (6'3" and 260 pounds) who attends Roosevelt High.  I've had her in my English class and am quite impressed with the girls strapping stature.

While Sandy is a good student and excels in sports (Volleyball, softball, shot put) she has been known to have emotional issues.  Her father is an alcoholic and her mother has spent some time in the mental ward of a local hospital.  I had never heard of Sandy getting into any fights before, and I imagined she could handle herself in most situations.  But just this past winter she caught a twenty-seven year old biker chick trying to sell some drugs to her younger sister at a sporting event and nearly lost it.

The back door to the girls locker room was open and Sandy had just taken a break between volleyball games to hit the locker room.  When she saw the brunette biker chick trying to complete a drug deal with her sister she went ballistic.

"Hey, you cunt!" she shouted.  The biker chick was only about 5'5" and 115 pounds fully dressed.  She took one look at the imposing Sandy and took off running just after stuffing some bills down the back pocket of her blue jeans.

The woman ran through the softball field and made her way to the boys football field.  She had to hop a fence and cut through it--fifty yards of snow-impacted terrain with a giant girl chasing her from twenty-five yards away and closing in fast.

The biker chick made it to the fence on the other side of the field just as Sandy hopped the fence on the fly.  The woman had looked back a few times as she ran in an almost sissy-like fashion, gasping for breath.  She was obviously not a girl jock like Sandy and I feared that if Sandy caught her she'd pound her into oblivion.

Sandy crossed the field in a hurry.  The woman was winded.  She scooted down the incline as Sandy made her way over the second fence.

"I'm gonna get you, little bitch," she shouted.  And Sandy had some volume to her voice which really fazed the woman.  She was scared to death.

The woman fell to her ass and scooted down the hill on the seat of her jeans.  Sandy made it to the hill and did likewise.  The girl was only thirty feet away now and looking for a way to catch and pounce on the woman.

The biker chick slipped on a rock and fell onto her stomach.  She got to her feet just as Sandy used her long gait to hop over a small creek.  Just as the woman looked back Sandy plowed forward, grabbed hold of the woman's coat and took her to the ground.

The woman tried to kick Sandy with her boots but Sandy caught one of her legs, scooted closer on her knees and dove on top of the slender biker chick.  It was pretty much downhill for the biker slut after that.

Sandy straddled the woman, pinning her beneath her massive weight.  She then curled her right fist, hiked it back and punched the biker chick in the mouth.  A second punch followed the first one immediately and the biker chick's mouth was soon a bloody mess.

"Stop . . . please stop," the woman pleaded, extending her dainty hands out, but Sandy continued to hammer her with punches--to the mouth, right eye, ear when she turned her head, and across the jaw.  Finally a haymaker burst the biker chick's nose open like a cherry and her face was covered with blood.

Sandy got to her feet and pulled the biker chick up with her.  She delivered a back hand across the woman's face which spun her around and knocked her to her stomach.  The biker chick tried to push herself up in the snow  but Sandy stomped down on her ass and leveled the woman.

"Next time you come around here pushing your damn drugs you won't be walking out of here, you hear me cunt!"

The woman emitted a squeaky little acquiescence which was a drastic contrast to Sandy's powerful, sonorous voice.  Sandy picked the woman up by the coat and legs of her jeans and threw her forward toward a tree.  The woman's head hit it the trunk squarely about three feet from the ground and her neck buckled.  She landed on her stomach with her arms outstretched in front of her.  Sandy walked over and stepped on one of her hands.

The woman screamed just after she heard several bones in her hands crunch under the girl's ponderous weight.  The woman rolled to her back in agony cradling her hand.  She tried to sit up but Sandy punt-kicked her in the face and knocked her on her back.  The woman just lay their spread-eagled and unconscious.

"Skinny little slut.  I should just finish  you off so you never sell drugs to any kids again.  But I'll let you go, you pathetic little piece of shit."  With that Sandy reached down, vehemently shoved her back onto her stomach, grabbed the money from the back pocket of the woman's tight jeans and put it in her pocket.  She stomped on the woman's ass before ascending the hill, leaving the helpless biker chick to fare for herself in the cold.

Sandy got into trouble but was not suspended.  The woman sued the school but lost the case just as she had lost the fight.  Sandy had her by the ovaries anyway as the woman was selling drugs on school property. 

The drug selling incidences are starting to diminish at the school.  Several biker chick have gotten their asses kicked by Roosevelt's biggest and baddest.  The word is out and I think the biker sluts are getting too afraid to come here.  That's good news for our school.  The poor women are inevitably faced with the unenviable task of facing the biker's wrath or going to the high school to make money for them.  Who knows what they face on the other end but they're finding out that getting beat up by a big, fat high school girl is probably just as bad.  The girls here are ruthless and enough biker chick blood has been shed on school property.

Word has it that Sandy dares any biker chick to ever show up at the school again.  She will literally tear any biker chick from limb to limb if they do. 
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Claire Fluegaman is one of my students at the high school where I teach.  She is 17, about 6'1" tall and weighs around 310 pounds.  She's a big German girl from a sturdy, well-fed stock of German immigrant parents who have no idea what their daughter does after school or on weekend nights.  Although she works a part time job at the mall at a cookie shop where she is quite amicable with the customers, there's a complete other side of Claire--a very dark side--that is vindictive, hateful and downright brutal.

Claire has been known to pick her share of fights.  And to no great consternation she usually wins--quite handily, I might add.  Most of the girls at school are scared to death of her.  And more than a few teachers get the willies around her.  She's quite unstable and has known to throw fits in school when she doesn't get her way.  And as already mentioned in a previous fight, she has a relative who is high up in the school system; so she gets away with a lot more than the average student.

On weekends, Claire and her coterie of miscreants like to smoke pot, drink and occasionally steal things from stores just to see if they can get away with it.  They also like to pick fights with other girls or hapless women who have the misfortune of crossing her path.

This one incident happened on a Friday night.  It was late and Claire and a few friends saw a couple lesbians in their mid twenties walking hand-in-hand down a sidewalk in town.  The two women were thin and clad in tight jeans.  They soon crossed the street and took a right down a dark alley, unaware that they were being followed by the group of high school girls.

"Let's have some fun," said Claire, grinning widely with an evil glare in her eye.  "I hate lesbian sluts so this should be fun."

As Claire and her friends made the right down the alley they saw the lesbians fondling each other near a dumpster.  One was actually taking the other's blue shirt off.  Claire approached the two slim brunettes then called them out.

"Hey, you fucking cunts.  I don't like a bunch of rug munchers hanging around my town.  I suggest you take your little asses while they're still intact and get the hell out of here."

"Fuck you, fatso," said the one in the black shirt.  She started to walk toward Claire but stopped about four feet from her.  Evidently, she had seen that Claire was heavy but she didn't realize how big and tall she really was.  The woman was about 5'5" and 115 pounds as was the other one.

"You really didn't call me fatso, did ya?"  The woman in the black shirt churned her throat.

"We don't want any trouble.  We'll leave."

The two women started to walk toward the group of girls.  A tall fence blocked the other side of the alley.  Just as the one in the dark shirt started to pass Claire, the fat girl reached out, grabbed her arm and without hesitation hauled her around and threw her against the side of the far building.  The woman went flying, hit the wall and fell on her ass.  Claire wasted no time as she marched over and picked the woman up with one hand by the hair.  The woman screamed.

Her friend tried to intervene but got punched by one of the other girls.  Within a few seconds she was flat on her back and out of it.

Cussshhhhhhhh!  Claire's fist connected with the other woman's cheek as the haymaker knocked the woman against the wall.  Her back smacked against it and she bounced off the wall.  Glassy-eyed and rubbery legged, the women teetered forward and try to slap at Claire.  But Claire blocked her thin arm, got hold of her shirt and rammed her fat fist into the brunette's nose.

Blood instantly spewed from the woman's nose as she fell to her knees.  Claire then hiked her thick leg up and kneed the woman under the chin, sending her backwards on the hard pavement.

"I don't like lesbians so you're getting what you deserve, cunt!"

Claire walked over and kicked the chick in the side of the stomach.  The woman's body popped off the macadam and she flopped over to her stomach.  Claire then bent her massive body down, engulfed the slim chick around the front of her waist and pulled her to her feet.  She then turned her around, slapped her massive arms around the woman and put a bearhug on her, lifting the woman off her boots.  The woman moaned as she leaned back in the girl's fierce grip, hair flowing down and back arched like a contortionist.

"Hurts a little, huh, bitch?"  The woman contined to moan.

Seconds later Claire dropped the woman to her feet, and without hesitation, hauled back and punched the skinny brunnette in the side of the head.  The brunette instantly dropped to her side like a rag doll, body all twisted with an arm here, the other overhead and both legs scissored.

At this point the woman was probably pretty much out of it.  But Claire wasn't finished.  Claire likes to punish and pulverize her victims.  Staying on the ground, if that was the woman's strategy, wasn't going to work here.  Not with Claire.  The fat girl kicked the woman in the back.  She then kicked her again in the back then in the back of the head.  She then stomped down on the skinny brunnette a few times before dragging her over toward the dumpster by her boots.

Claire grabbed the woman by the hair and pulled her to her feet.  She looked more like a puppet on a string now as she was barely conscious.  With a fistful of long brown hair in one of her thick hands, Claire stepped forward and slammed the woman's head into the dumpster.  A thunderous plunking sound echoed throughout the alley between the tall buildings.  Seconds later the woman's head again thunked against the metal.  She then landed on her back spread-eagled.

The woman was bleeding badly from the forehead and one eyebrow.  Claire had opened a one-inch gap just above her right eyebrow with her souless display of brutality.

"Okay, bitch.  Hope you learned our lesson.  The next time you wanna get some pussy in my town you'll do it more discreetly.  With that said, Claire picked the unconcious woman up and tossed her body into the dumpster.  She landed with a thump.  Claire then pulled the other one up off the ground and tossed her in the receptacle as well.

"The trash is now where it belonds," she said, as the other girls all laughed.

I felt sorry for the lesbians when I heard about this unconcionable act of hatred.  It was indeed a hate crime but Claire did not get into trouble for it.  She continues to get away with whatever she wants and the town is getting sick of it.  Just last week she pushed a female teacher down the steps without as much as a reprimand.  It's really scary that there are 310 pound girls out there like that who get pleasure out of hurting smaller girls and women.  Damn scary.  One of these days she may go too far and have a murder charge on her hands. 

 

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That fat girl really put the skinny blonde in her place.  I've seen a few fights like this and know how brutal fat girls can be.  The blonde was pretty stupid mouthing off to a girl that big, though.  She got what she deserved in my opinion.  She got her skinny ass flattened.  Good story and very graphic.
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fuel1563,

I like the big girl little chick thing--and with Shania, of all people.  I doubt that she could handle much with those two behemoths.  Nice story.
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Biker chicks are easy prey for these girl gangs.  These girls know a weaker adversary when they see one.  They pick fights with women they know they can trounce then pounce on them.  It's brutal but a veritable reality. 
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Several years ago there was a girl gang that used to frequent the local Taco Bell.  It had always been a big hangout for youngsters because of the value menu, and these girls were no different than the usual kids other than they were extremely violent.  It wasn't until a few of them got in trouble months after this particular incident that I understood what some of these girls were up to.

Basically, the gang members used the restaurant as their stomping grounds (no pun intended--okay, maybe) to seek out potential victims for the initiation of new members.  The final test in getting into the gang was to kick someone's ass.  At times I had witnessed fights in the parking lot of the restaurant as I was one of the managers.  And I had to break a few up from time to time.  But it wasn't until one of my female crew members explained that the girls got more brownie points for kicking an older girl's ass that I fully understood why the gang used the restaurant parking lot.

There was a bar nearby that was frequented by bikers.  Some of the biker chicks, many of whom were strippers, liked to go to Taco Bell for their evening break or even after they got off work.  Some came alone and these women often became targets of the girl gang members.  My female crew member who was sixteen told me that the biker chicks were thought to be easy prey for the potential girl gang members.  They were usually skinny as most strippers are and usually didn't report the fights because some were even drug runners or dealers who worked alone.  The girl gang members being as violent as they were particularly liked seeing some of these women bashed.  And the women usually didn't report the fights because they didn't want to be further questioned or were too ashamed of getting beat up by a high school or  middle school girl.

On one particular night there was a little redhead who came into the restaurant.  I remember waiting on her.  She pranced into the restaurant in tight jeans and high black boots.  She was probably about 26 and was only about 5'4" and less than 110 pounds.

She bought a Taco salad and diet drink inside then left.  But it wasn't five minutes later that a disturbance transpired outside the drive-thru window. 

"Fight," I heard one of the guys yell. 

I then ran outside and saw a group of girls in a circle surrounding a fight taking place between some young girl and the sexy redhead.  The girl was only about 14.  She had stringy black hair and looked sort of fierce.  And at 5'9 and 140-150 pounds she had a clear size advantage over the redhead.  And she was clearly using it.  She threw a punch that jarred the redhead's head back and then charged her, grabbed her hair and delivered a knee to the woman's groin.  The woman dropped to her knees then fell forward on both hands.  The girl wasted no time in placing a punt kick at the redhead's midsection that knocked her on her back.

"Get up, bitch," she shouted.  "I want to stomp your little ass some more.  Come on, bitch!" 

The woman was writhing on the ground.  Some of the girls were shouting at her and calling her names.  Then some huge fat chick of about sixteen stepped in, grabbed the biker chick by the hair with one hand and pulled her to her feet as if she weighed nothing.  A look of terror was etched on the woman's face as she was being lifted.  She waved feverishly at the girl with several slapping motions but to no avail.  She screamed it hurt so badly.

"We ain't even half way done with your little ass, biker cunt," the girl said.  She then put the biker chick in a rear bearhug and turned her toward the young girl.  "She's all yours."

The woman kept trying to get away but the fat girl grabbed her again after releasing her.  This time when she turned her toward the girl I saw that the biker chick's face was already pretty messed up.  Blood was flowing from her nose and mouth as well as trickling from one of her eyebrows.  She looked terrified and with good reason.  Her thin little shoulders and arms were now in the grasp of the nasty-looking fat chick who literally towered over the woman by six or eight inches.  The fat chick started shaking the woman.

"You'll don't want to deal with me, bitch, so get your little ass over there and fight."

The biker chick continued to squirm and get away.  She then stomped down on the girl's shoe with her boot.  And at that point I was really concerned.  A glare in the fat chick's eye soon transmogrified into a maniacal leer.  She threw the crook of her elbow around the biker chick's neck and started choking her.  She pulled back on the woman's head and I saw her slim body convulse a couple times as her legs buckled in two quick thrusts.  She was now on the toes of those high black boots as she started coughing.

"I'm going to murder you for that move, cunt!" 

"That's enough," I shouted, marching toward the semicircle.  The fat girl now held the biker chick by the front of her throat and had just cocked her fat fist back.  She was clearly about ready to knock the biker chick's head off but instead looked at me and dropped her fist.  The biker chick's body then collapsed to the pavement--partially from exhaustion and even more likely due to sheer relief, a cartharsis from realizing she would've been pounded into oblivion by the huge fat girl with no other help but my own.  I was her only hope.

We don't see these girl gangs as much anymore.  Some are actually locked up now, I hear.  And the redhead is doing fine.  I actually went out with her a few times but never mentioned the fight.  The fourteen year-old girl who she had fought had broken her nose.  And the fat chick had actually put her in a neck brace for a week because of all the choking. 

No doubt, these girl gang members are very fierce and ruthless today.  And when a hapless biker chick wanders into their path the consequences can spell disaster.  I warn any women out there to walk around in groups and not by themselves when they frequent teenage hangouts.  These girls mean business and can seriously injure you.  And the sexier you are and dress--with the tight jeans and the belly button showing with your latest pierced navel pieces--the more likely you are to be a target.  I kid you not.






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When I was in junior high school, as they used to call it years ago in the early seventies, there was this bad-ass girl by the name of Alice German.  Alice lived across the street and was always getting into fights with other girls.  Rumor was that she had also been in some fights with a few high school girls and had easily kicked their asses.   That may not seem so unusual being that Alice was 5ââ,¬â,,¢10ââ,¬Â tall and weighed about 250 pounds.   What was unusual was that she was a seventh grader who was only 13. 

Alice hung with a rough crowd.  And when girls do that they usually get into trouble at some point.  But Alice sought trouble out.  And she was a magnet for it.  She was by far the toughest girl in the school and her adversaries, per eyewitnesses, usually got walloped with a vengeance.

It was my freshman year (I went to a school that included grades seven thru nine).  I was an honor student and hung with the preps.  I didnââ,¬â,,¢t drink or smoke but I did have an ear for these kinds of things because it was sort of a turn-onââ,¬â€to hear about girls fighting each other or an impending fight that was to take place after school.

Anyway, there was this sexy janitor (yes, a femaleââ,¬â€long blonde hair, late twenties, about 5ââ,¬â,,¢5ââ,¬Â and 115 pounds) who worked at the school part-time in the afternoons for extra money.  She was a knockout and I would see her sashaying around the hallways from time to time, rolling her bucket and mop.  My eyes would practically pop out of my skull as I watched her firm glutes jiggle from side to side in those tight indigo Leviââ,¬â,,¢s and cowboy bootsââ,¬â€not to mention the tight t-shirts that revealed her small but firm breasts and thin, well-toned arms.   It was uncanny and certainly Playboy-worthy to watch this woman roam the hallways of our school.  I donââ,¬â,,¢t know why the principal had hired such as sexy womanââ,¬â€and rumor was that she had once been a stripper and perhaps still wasââ,¬â€but none of the guys in school was complaining.

It was on a warm day in early May, a month before school recessed for the summer, that I overheard a conversation as I was walking near the janitorial closet.  I was on my way to my last class when I thought I heard some girl say, ââ,¬Å"Say anything about this and your ass is grass.  You hear me, bitch?ââ,¬Â  I heard a soft voice acquiesce, then five seconds later as I passed  the closet I saw Alice emerge and take off in the opposite direction.   I then saw the sexy janitor (I think her name was Molly) come out, close the door and lock it.  She seemed a bit disoriented and I couldââ,¬â,,¢ve sworn her hair was a bit mussed up.   Her face also seem flushed as if she were embarrassed.  Whatever the case, it took no genius to realize that this sexy, tight-jeaned goddess, had been threatened by Alice German.  And no need to say, I was more than a bit frightened for herââ,¬â€mainly because of Aliceââ,¬â,,¢s reputation for brutality.

About two weeks later, as I was on my way to catch the bus, I noticed a fairly large crowd across the street near Aliceââ,¬â,,¢s house.  I knew the locale because Alice was always fighting and I actually saw some of the fights sometimes as our bus passed her yard.  But the crowds were usually not quite as large as they were on this particular day.

Needless to say, I was a bit intrigued.  It was nearly seventy degrees and the two-mile walk home wasnââ,¬â,,¢t going to kill me.  Besides, I was a little more than curious as to what was transpiring behind the wall of students milling about Alice Germanââ,¬â,,¢s house.

I made my way across the street and approached the tail end of the crowd.  I jostled for a position that would give me a good vantage point.  As I did I heard a thud!  Then another thud.  Then yet another.   It was the sickening sound of fist against flesh which always turned my stomach.  I just wasnââ,¬â,,¢t into seeing people get hurt.  The last blow had a sort of wet, mushy sound to it.

ââ,¬Å"I warned you, you skinny little cunt.  Didnââ,¬â,,¢t I?ââ,¬Â 

I finally caught a glimpse of the action.  Alice was standing near the walkway in front of her house.  Her big ass was facing the crowd.  She had her fists clenched at her sides.  And leaning against a stone post by the side of the porch was our sexy janitor, Molly.  Her nose and mouth were bloody which practically covered her chin.  Blood from another cut near her eyebrow trickled down the right side of her face which appeared a bit bruised and swollen.  She just gazed at Alice in a stupor, clad in her tight jeans and blood-splattered tight white t-shirt, with her legs outstretched and wobbly.

Alice stormed over and grabbed Molly by her left arm.  She then pulled her forward, grabbed her by the shoulders and tossed her toward the crowd.  Molly landed on her stomach with an, umphhhh!

ââ,¬Å"You shouldââ,¬â,,¢ve minded your own business, janitor bitch.  Then you wouldnââ,¬â,,¢t be getting your ass kicked right now.ââ,¬Â 

Alice grabbed Molly by the back of her long blonde mane.  She screamed but Alice ignored her.  The fat girl just bent over, engulfed the womanââ,¬â,,¢s stomach from behind and pulled her to her feet.  She then turned her toward her and engulfed her in a bearhug that took her boots off the grass.  Molly arched her back as she endured the pain.  ââ,¬Å"Like that, bitch?  Like that?ââ,¬Â  Alice roared in a loud voice.

ââ,¬Å"Help me,ââ,¬Â the woman said in a mere shriek.  But Alice didnââ,¬â,,¢t listen.  She squished the woman and actually walked around with her and faced the crowd.

ââ,¬Å"Not a chance, bitch,ââ,¬Â said Alice, as she dropped Molly to her boots.  She then turned her around and back-handed the woman, knocking her to the ground.  Alice smirked at her as she grabbed her hair and pulled her to her knees.  Molly screamed.  Her face was awash in agony as she tried to grab at her hair and pull Aliceââ,¬â,,¢s hands away with both of hers--her thin arms struggling to no avail.  But instead her chin met the front of Aliceââ,¬â,,¢s thick knee as Alice hiked it up.  Molly flipped onto her back and landed spread-eagled on the grass.  She was totally unconscious and just lay there with her bloody mouth open, having just had the shit beat out of her by a thirteen year old fat girl.

The principal finally made his way through the crowd and tended to our poor, hapless little janitor.  Meanwhile, Alice just stood there preening as she looked at the slim woman being helped across the street. 

I saw Molly about a week later in school.  She no longer walked with the same confidence as she had before the fight.  She seemed almost frightened to be there.  The woman probably was asked to just finish out the school year because she never worked at the school after that.  My brother went to school there the next year and said there was no sexy janitor walking around.  Just some fat old dude with the proclivity to occasionally reveal his ass cheeks while in a stooped position.


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I used to wonder how older girls would stack up against younger fat girls in my school.  It was more of a mystery in those days.  I thought the older chick would be wiser and have a chance to win against a big girl.  But there's plenty of evidence out there today to the contrary--YouTube, MySpace, catfight pages, etc. 

A young fat high school chick would demolish an slimmer, older chick (like the blonde cowgirl pictured below the fat chick picture), no matter how old she is.  And she'd pummel the woman as easily as she would any other run-of-the-mill school girls of equal size.  I went to high school with some immense girls--some well over 6 feet tall and fat as a barnyard door.  And knowing how violent school girls are today, I don't know if I could stomach what one of these tall, fat girls could do to a skinny older chick today.  I'm sure the older chick would get beaten to a bloody pulp.  A skinny older chick wouldn't even be able to land one blow against a girl like that.  Big girl athletes today are amazingly strong, and not many women could stand up to them in a fight.  A skinny biker chick, stripper, cowgirl--they'd all be flattenend by these types of girls and the girl would think nothing of beating them senseless. 

Nice story and very realistic.