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How discovered Earth Power

Sparrow

Unlike my twin step brothers, who are a pair of wiry, tough little bleeders, I had always been a big girl. Though not big all
around. When I was thirteen, I was about a head taller than my step brothers, who were twelve, and heavier than the pair
of them put together. But all the weight was in my huge belly. I had skinny arms and legs and didn't even have a
particularly big arse. I was more or less spherical. From a distance I looked like a beachball on sticks, or as my father used
to put it, a giant sparrow.

I was big, I was teased. The two go together as naturally as bread and butter. On a particularly beautiful summers day,
shortly after my thirteenth birthday, I had been unmercifully baited by my two loving step brothers. They had run off
knowing I couldnââ,¬â,,¢t run after them. Nevertheless I had followed them on the off chance. There was no point waiting for bed
time, the parents would be there to stop me exacting my full revenge. I went to the old barn near Highfield which was
their usual base of operations. The big door opened easily and I peered into the dark interior. They were huddled over
something in the corner, so engrossed that they didnââ,¬â,,¢t hear my approach.

I reached down and grabbed them both by the hair, "Gotcha!" I said, and banged their heads together. Having spent my
whole life moving my enormous weight around, I was physically very powerful. Certainly Paul and Mark were no match for
me, even together. I grabbed Paul, the elder one, by both wrists and held his arms out from his sides. "Itââ,¬â,,¢s been a couple
of weeks since Iââ,¬â,,¢ve been able to teach you a lesson," I said, "Iââ,¬â,,¢m going to have to make this one count." As I was holding his
arms straight out, his skinny body was pressed against my immense stomach. I stepped forward, and he was between
me and the wall.

The flesh on my belly was not loose or flabby, in fact it was as tight as a drum. I could feel it pressing into his body. I
always thought of his skinny body as being tough, but it was offering no resistance at all to my generous tum. He had a
look of sheer horror on his face, and I suddenly divined what he was thinking, "Since you think my gut is so funny," I said,
"Iââ,¬â,,¢m going to let it squash you like the insect you are." I leaned in. The effect was immediate, his face turned bright purple
and contorted with a pain that I knew he wasnââ,¬â,,¢t faking. I could feel him writhing, trying to twist out from under my body, I
leaned in a bit further and he was unable to move. A warmth spread from in between my legs and all the way up my spine
as he gasped for breath. I wasnââ,¬â,,¢t even using all my weight. I didnââ,¬â,,¢t feel just strong, I felt truly powerful. Right then I had
the power of life or death and the feeling made me quiver with excitement. I held him for a few more seconds and took a
step back. Paul dropped to the floor and curled up as if he just been kicked in the stomach.

Mark gaped at me, his eyes wide with terror, too shocked to move. I grabbed him by the shoulder, "Your turn Marky boy."
Since I was holding him by the shoulder, his hands were free. He pushed against my stomach, trying to hold me away as I
slowly backed him up against the wall. I pressed him into place with my tummy and let go. His arms and legs thrashed
wildly, desperate to get away. I could feel all his helpless movements through my stomach. I leaned in, and all movement
ceased. The warmth in my body had turned into an all consuming heat, I salivated as I felt his tiny body writhe helplessly
against mine. I stepped back and let him drop next to his brother. They lay curled in the foetal position gasping for air as
I towered over them. Paul started to move "I hate you, bitch." he croaked. "Iââ,¬â,,¢m so sorry Paul," I said, my voice raw and
husky with emotion, "but Iââ,¬â,,¢ve not finished squashing yet."

I stepped across him and lowered myself onto his hips. "No, please" he sobbed, and started to cry. My throat was tight
and my heart thumped like a trip hammer. This was not about punishment anymore. Even if they were my closest friends
who had never done me an ill deed in their lives, I was going to squash them under my body. This was about power, true
feminine, Earth Power. I sat across his hips not moving. My belly covered his stomach and half his chest. I leaned forward,
moving all my weight onto him. He rolled his head a couple of times, then stopped moving and stopped breathing. I leaned
back off him and stroked his face. He looked dead. I wasnââ,¬â,,¢t worried or even concerned, I was disappointed. The pleasure
hadnââ,¬â,,¢t lasted long enough.

A choked cry from the corner made me look round. It was Mark, tears pouring down his face, eyes wide with shock. I
stretched my arms up into the air and brought them down again to rub my tummy. "Donââ,¬â,,¢t worry Mark," I said, "itââ,¬â,,¢s your
turn now." I got up and walked toward him. The blood drained from his face, his pallor going a deathly pale. I smiled as I
thought how I was going to squash all that blood back up into his face again. His whole body started to shudder and
shake uncontrollably as I lowered him gently onto his back. I lowered myself carefully onto his hips and settled myself
down. Through my belly I could feel his body shaking. I leaned forward slowly until about half my weight was pressing on
him. He rolled his head and gasped, just as Paul had done, but he remained conscious, his face a picture of agony. I
leaned back a little, taking some of the weight off him. I stroked his face, "There, that wasnââ,¬â,,¢t too bad was it?" He shook
his head doubtfully, unsure what response to give.

"Donââ,¬â,,¢t worry," I said, "itââ,¬â,,¢s going to get a lot worse" and leaned forward again, putting about two thirds of my weight on
him. A scream started in his throat, but was squashed out before it could be voiced. His face went a deep red as the
blood was squashed into it. This was just as I predicted and the thought made me snigger. Mark went hysterical, I had
just squashed his brother, now I was doing him and I was laughing. The intolerable heat that had been building up in my
body suddenly broke loose and I had the first orgasm of my life. And the second. And the third. I leaned back to allow us
both to get a much needed breath of air. He was weeping piteously, begging me not to crush him. "Mark," I said as
patiently as I could, "Iââ,¬â,,¢m not crushing you, Iââ,¬â,,¢m squashing you." He didnââ,¬â,,¢t seem to appreciate the difference as I lent in and
put nearly my full weight on him. After a few seconds I pulled back as his eyes started to roll up in his head. He was
conscious, but only just. He moved his arms pathetically, I wasnââ,¬â,,¢t sure if he was trying to hit me but all he ended up
doing was rubbing my tummy in the most wonderfully sensuous manner. The Earth Power was now flowing so strongly
through my body, that it rang in my ears. I could hold back no more. I carefully lowered my full weight onto Mark, and he
went just as still as his brother.

I stood up, stretched and rubbed my tummy and looked at it admiringly. Before, I had hated it, all it did was slow me down
and make me the butt of cruel jokes and teasing. Now it was the most beautiful thing in the world. Paul groaned and
started to move, weakly. I reached down and checked Marksââ,¬â,,¢ pulse, he was still alive as well. "Good," I said, "we can do this
again some time." I rubbed my tummy again and stepped out of the barn into the glorious sunshine. It was the most
beautiful day of my life.

Sarah aka Sparrow.