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A biker chick is on her way to a strip club to dance. It's after four o'clock and she's speeding.  She runs a red light and slams into afat girl who just got off practice from shotput.  The wreck does not faze the girl.  She gets out of her car and confronts the blonde biker chick.  The girl calls the woman a bitch and dents her car wih her foot.  The biker chick gets out and tells the 280 pound girl she's going to kick her ass.  In boots and tight jeans and weighing only 120 pounds, who wins this brutal and bloody fight. Detailed results will follow voting as this is based on actual fight. Who do you think won fight.

 

Debbie's one of my submissive models. We both go out on jobs.  One fetish shoot had her being attacked in a horse stables by a giant teen girl.  Debbie, 28, is only about 5'5" tall and 112 pounds.  The girl was 18 or 19 and well over 6'0" tall.  She probably weighed 400 pounds.  

Anyway, this girl was supposed to slap Debbie around a bit and dominate her in the stables.  It was for some publication.  The photographer was having the two of them improvise the catfight scene.  What was supposed to be fake turned into a mock brawl of which Debbie suffered cuts and bruises.  The girl got angry and starting throwing Debbie around the stables, choking her and hitting her a little hard.  Debbie didn't want to fight back too much or it would blow the scene.  But she was getting her ass kicked.

The finale was supposed to have Debbie sprawled and tied over several bales of hay.  Then the girl was supposed to strip her shirt off and whip her a bit.  The jeans were so stay on till the very end in what was supposed to be a dungeon scene.

Debbie was scared to death of this girl and tried to leave.  But the girl got a hold of her hair and starting yanking on it.  Debbie screamed a few seconds and the girl let go.  But no sooner had the girl let her go she smacked her across the face and knocked her down.  

Debbie soon found herself getting dragged around in the dirt like some animal.  She actually passed out before the scene was completed and my firm didn't get paid.

Debbie later said the girl had such scary features--large deep-set eyes and neanderthal-like bone structure--that she was frightened out of her gourd.  She's okay now but a bit leery about going out on another job.  Some of these doms mean business, and the scripts are fairly loose.  I know I would've hated getting pushed around by that girl.  She was a monster.

Awhile back there was this incident in a women's western store that warrants attention.  Apparently some woman was in the shop and got caught stealing some boots.  She was some rodeo cowgirl from Texas who happened to stumble upon the place on the way home from a rodeo in Calgary.  Her truck was out front.  She actually took her old boots off, put on the new Justin's or whatever and started to walk out the door.  But one of the high school girls working the counter saw her head for the door and hit the automatic lock switch.

Here's my best scenario of what transpired.  It was something else.

"She's got the new ones on," said another girl who confronted the woman at the door.  She literally reached down and pulled the bottom cuff of the woman's jeans to examine the boots.

The woman was clad in tight designer jeans and a checkered wesern shirt.  She was about twenty-eight--blond,thin and less than 110 pounds.  She had a white cowboy hat on, tilted a bit rakishly over the eyes.  A large belt buckle hovered just above the slight cameltoe of the super-tight blue jeans.

"I'll get big Al," the girl said.  Moments later the girl at the counter walked through a back doorway.  She emerged a couple minutes later.

"Bring her back here," said the girl.  The other girl grabbed the woman's arm.

"Hey, watch it," she said.

"I don't think you're in any position to make demands," said the girl.  "Now come on."  

She pulled the woman toward the back doorway where the other girl had just gone.

Moments later they were in some horse stable which the store was obviously connected to.

"Big Al will be right out," said the girl from the counter.  "She wants us to leave."

"Now," said the other girl.  The counter girl nodded solemnly.

The other one looked at the cowgirl.  She actually seemed a bit concerned for her.  

"Looks like you're in a bit of trouble, bitch."

"No shit," said the blond cowgirl.  "What are you gonna do, have me arrested?"

The girl chuckled.  "If only you were so lucky."

The woman's face reddened.  She swallowed some saliva.  Seconds later an Absolutely behemoth of a girl emerged from the back end of the stables.  She had dark hair and was about 6'6" tall.  She was probably close to 500 pounds with her thick chest, overhanging belly and wide hips.

Big Al was obviously short for big Alice.  Rumor has it that she had been in juvie in the past and even a reform school.  She also spent time in prison for armed robbery where she beat a night attendant within an inch of his life.  And she was still a couple months away from turning 19.

"What do we have here," said big Alice.  "A real shit-kickin' rodeo cowgirl."  Her voice was a tad deep. The woman's face reddened even more.  She squirmed in the other girl's grasp, tried to turn but got pushed back.  At 5'4" tall and 108 pounds tops, she wasn't going to get past anyone.

Big Alice approached the woman.  She reached out with her thick, oversized hand and tilted the cowgirl's head back so she could see her eyes.  The woman actually gulped she swallowed so hard.

"Why don't you two take off so me and my little friend can get better acquainted."  

The girls did as they were told.  They looked back at the woman in pity as they left.

"What are you gonna do to me," the woman said, her voice a bit squeaky.  "Just let me go.  I'm sorry.  You can have the cowboy boots back.

"Oh, I'll get them back," said big Alice.  She smirked at the slim woman whom she dwarfed and towered over.

"Then call the police.  I'm sorry.  I'll tell them that . . ."

Alice grabbed the woman by the neck.  That stopped her mid-sentence.

"My mom and dad owned this place until they died when I was in prison."

"Prison?" the woman whispered.  Her face grew ashen.  Alice nodded.

"That's right.  I own the joint now."

"Hey, I don't know what's going on her but you need to let me go," the woman said.

Alice cackled sonorously.  "Not a chance, bitch.  You preppy little rodeo bitches waltz into my store and think you can do whatever you want."

"I'm sorry," the cowgirl said.  "I . . ."

"Shut up, cunt!"  The woman shut her mouth instantly.  She then turned to run.  Alice grabbed her and pulled her back.  The blond then slapped Alice in the shoulder.  That was when things went from bad to worse for the woman.

Alice grabbed the cowgirl by the front of her shirt, twisted her hips around and hurled the woman toward the open doorway of the stables.  The woman landed with a thud and rolled over three times.  Her cowboy hat flew off her head.  She landed on her stomach.  A split second later she was on her feet as Alice pulled her up from the collar of her shirt and belt.

"I used to fuck skinny skanks like you in prison.  And I might just do you, too, after I get done kicking your bony little ass.

"Help!" the woman shouted.

"Ha . . . Ha . . . Ha," Alice cackled.  "In case you didn't notice we're out in the country and at least a mile from anyone else."

The woman held her hands out as Alice backed her up through the doorway leading to the stables.  Her shirt was torn in front and she was now missing several buttons.  Her jeans were dusty.  "Please, I beg you to let me go.  I'm from out of town and just want to get back on the road."

"With a pair of free boots, right?" said Alice.  She reached out and grabbed the cowgirl by the throat.  "My parents worked their ass off to build this business.  I'm not gonna keep letting little cowgirl skanks come in here and take it all from me."

"I'm sorry.  I . . ."

Thud!  Alice punched the woman in the gut just above her large belt buckle.

"Uhhhhhhh!"  The cowgirl fell to her knees and doubled over at Alice's feet.  She crossed her arms, bent forward and started retching.  Her hair actually touched Alice's large gym shoes.  

Alice smirked as she raised her gigantic right leg and placed it on the back of the woman's head.  She then shoved the cowgirls face into the dirt of the stables.  Alice was so angry she wanted to stomp the little cowgirl's head into the ground.  The woman grabbed at the backs of Alice's ankles but she didn't have a prayer at moving her.

Seconds later, Alice removed her foot from her head, picked the cowgirl up by the hair and back of her belt.  The woman screamed bloody murder as Alice carried her toward an old makeshift desk and dragged her across the top of it.  Items flew off the desk as Alice slid the cowgirl across all six feet of it.  She then dumped the woman off the far end.

The woman flipped over and landed on her back.  Alice teetered over and stomped down on the cowgirl's stomach. The woman cried out in pain.  Alice then stomped down on her again.

The woman writhed on the ground in agony. Alice then kicked her in the side.  Seconds later she picked the woman up and slammed her back against the wall.

The women's legs buckled and she almost fell.  But Alice pulled her up and shoved the back of her head against the wall.  The woman instantly dropped to her ass--legs outstretched and head hunkered over at the waist.  Saliva poured from the woman's mouth.

"All you got to do is take the beating then I got a little surprise for ya."

The beating went on for another five minutes and soon grew bloody.  The woman was kicked, punched in the face, picked up, slammed around and even tossed a couple times.  

"Stand up," said Alice.  The woman was on her knees.  Alice pulled her up.  She held her by the throat in front of her.  She then backhanded the woman across the mouth.  The cowgirl spun around a couple times and landed on her stomach.

"I thought I told you to stand up, bitch!"  This little teasing act went on for a couple minutes.  The first couple times the woman managed to get to her feet by herself, only to be socked by the girl and knocked back down.  The woman was now barely conscious.  Her eyes were closed.  She was lying on the right side of her face in the dirt.

Alice lifted her head up by the hair.  Blood poured from the woman's nose and trickled from her mouth.  One eye was badly blackened and ninety percent shut.

The brutal and bloody one-sided beating finally ended with a front bearhug and body slam against the wall.  The cowgirl literally disappeared in this tall, fat girl's ruthless grip.  She was a stick to begin with.  The width of her chest and back were not much bigger than her 22-inch waistline; and her shoulders were almost nonexistent.  Alice was five times her size.

The blond cowgirl passed out in the girl's brutal grip and didn't even feel the girl slam her against the wall with her immense belly.  A half hour later she awakened and found herself bent at the waist and tied by the arms to several bales of hay.  Her blue jeans were at her ankles and her old cowboy boots had been returned to her feet.  They were in the middle of the stables.  Horses whinnied.  

She felt the fat girl enter her from behind.  It was probably one of those hard rubber dildoes because it hurt going in.  And the girl ram-rodded her with a vengeance.  It hurt but she actually started getting-off to it.  Five minutes later the girl untied her and helped her to her feet.

"I not only fucked you up, cowgirl cunt, but I fucked you, too.  And I think you liked it."

The cowgirl didn't say anything for fear of getting beaten even more.  What else could she do to her now, kill her?  Probably.  She said she'd been in prison.

"Pull up your jeans," said Alice.  She placed the woman's cowboy hat back on her head.  A short time later she walked her to the front door of the store.

"Hope you enjoyed your stay, cunt.  Now you got a little souvenier to take back with you.  Hope your pussy and ass aren't too sore the next time you hop up on top of a horse, you little rodeo whore.  But I'm sure you'll think of me if it is."  She then laughed real loud.

The woman didn't look at her.  She was humiliated.  A short time later Alice shoved her outside.

"Thanks for stopping by.  And if you ever tell anyone about this, I'll just say you robbed me."

The cowgirl drove off with little emotion.  Her butt was sore most of the way home but at least she was still alive.  She had nightmares for weeks but finally got on with her life.  But she never wore those old cowboy boots again.  She tossed them out as soon as she arrived back home in Texas.

A few years ago I heard about these two neighbors in a nearby town who were in some major dispute over property damage, noise violations and other offenses.  The family's name was the Barnes.  They were the victims of all of these violations and were growing tired of it.  They had been in the neighborhood much longer than the new neighbors.

Barnes was their name.  They were obese people who lived next door to a party couple in their late twenties/early thirties.  Their name was Perkins, if I remember correctly. They were into the bike scene and had a lot of parties.  They were always inviting a lot of undesirables over to their house, even on school nights.  The Barneses were always calling the police but nothing was ever done about it.  They probably weren't respected enough in the community.  Whatever the case, the obnoxious behavior continued.

The Barneses had one child.  Her name was Trudy.  Trudy was a high school senior who was a good student but had some emotional problems.  She was a big girl who played on the softball team. The girl probably went 6'0" tall and weighed about 280 pounds. 

One afternoon after a bitter argument between neighbors, Trudy went to get the paper for her father.  It was a Monday and most of the men were at work.  The cops had come the night before.  Trudy had no sooner picked up the paper when the women next door said, "Hey, fat girl.  Tell your parents that they better not call the cops again if they know what's good for them.  I got friends that'll hurt 'em, you hear me you tub of lard."

The woman's name was Brenda Perkins.  She was a hot blonde about 5'6" and thin who was in her late twenties.  She was rinsing the driveway off with a hose clad in her tight jeans and black biker T-shirt.  She was great-looking but had relatively small tits, as could be seen through the T-shirt.

Trudy didn't say anything at first.  She was shy and always getting picked on at school.  She always held things in which could really be frustrating.  But this skinny bitch was talking about hurting her beloved parents.  There was no way she'd let this happen.

"You hear me, fat ass?  Are you retarded or something?"

Trudy didn't answer.  She went back to her room and sulked on her bed.  But later that afternoon she saw the woman working on something in her garage.  Trudy was livid.  She stormed out of the house and walked over to the woman's house.  She confronted the blonde in the garage.

"You don't talk to me like that, bitch!" Trudy shouted.  She entered the woman's garage.

"Hey, fatso, get your large ass out of my garage."  Trudy ignored here and walked toward the blonde.

The blonde put her arms out.  When Trudy got within a couple feet the woman hauled back and tried to slap at Trudy.  Trudy blocked the weak blow, curled her right fist, leaned back and punched the blonde in the temple as hard as she could.  People say the blow could be heard from several hundred feet away.

The woman fell against the wall of her garage the to her knees.  She stumbled and staggered when she tried to stand. Blood poured from her ear around her earring studs.  "You messed up my hearing, you fatass.  I can't hear now."  She was leaning against the wall.

"Too bad," said Trudy.  "I don't care what happens to you.  I warned you, bitch."  On one knee, the woman held her arm out in defense as Trudy approached her again.  Just as she looked up Trudy hammered her across the cheek with the bottom of her fist.  The woman's head arcked back and she spun around, collapsing to her back spread-eagled on the garage floor near the faucet.  She tried to raise her head up but couldn't.  The only thing she managed to move were the heels of her cowboy boots.

"You don't ever talk to my parents the way you did . . . ever again, you hear me, cunt!"  The woman was still practically motionless but listening to the girl.  "And stop playing your loud music and gunning the engines to those motorcycles at 3:00 a.m., too.

Her parents almost had to move because of all the noise and commotion every night.

The woman didn't answer. Trudy walked over and stabbed the skinny blonde with the toe of her gym shoe.  She pressed her weight down on her.  "I asked you if you heard me, bitch!"

"Yes . . . yes," the woman said.  She was writhing on the ground and totally disoriented from the brief beating.

"You best keep  your word or I'll be back for more, you flat-chested whore," said Trudy.  She was enjoying her sudden power and domination.  "The next time will be even worse, you hear me."

Brenda managed a weak nod.  She couldn' even get up.  She held her side.  The girl had leveled her right in her own garage.

Trudy kicked her in the side a couple of times and stomped down on her stomach before walking off.  The woman coughed a few times and started wretching.  She then rolled over on her side and started sobbing.

Rumor has it that there was no more noise in the neigborhood.   A short time later the couple moved away.  Wonder if it had anything to do with Trudy?  I guess we'll never know, though it probably did.

Debbie West, a petite, young twenty-four year old secretary, was confronted by a girl gang near a local park last summer.  These girls were brutal and attended a local high school.   Some were vocational students and some were jocks.  A few were downright huge.  They were used to beating people up and Debbie knew she was in trouble, especially when seven of them walked up to her and called her a skinny,  preppy bitch.

Debbie didnââ,¬â,,¢t sass them or talk back.  She just swallowed her pride and tried to walk away.  It was then that a tall girl stepped out and grabbed her arm.

ââ,¬Å"Donââ,¬â,,¢t take this personally but Iââ,¬â,,¢m trying to get into this gang.  I need to beat someone up to get in.  Debbie pulled her arm away but immediately got punched in the face.  Ten seconds later she was on the ground getting walloped by this girl who was at least six inches taller and forty pounds heavier.

After the beating the girls confronted her three other times.  Sometimes they threatened her and other times they called her names.  One fat girl even pushed her in the water once leaving Debbie to walk away all drenched as the girls laughed at her.

It wasnââ,¬â,,¢t until a few weeks ago that she asked them why they were picking on her; and what she could do to stop it.

ââ,¬Å"Nothing against you,ââ,¬Â the fattest girl said, ââ,¬Å"But you are older and skinny and we need our pledges to have someone they can beat up.ââ,¬Â

ââ,¬Å"What can I do to get you off my back?ââ,¬Â she said, looking down at her feet as the fattest girl smirked.  She wore glasses and looked extremely vicious.  She wasn't smiling.

ââ,¬Å"Find someone here today and kick their ass.  Then weââ,¬â,,¢ll start picking on her instead.ââ,¬Â

Debbie looked around.  She was sick and tired of being bullied.  And to make matters worse she had recently broken up with a boyfriend that she really cared about.  It was time to put and end to this bullying but only if she picked a fight in front of the girls and beat someone up.

ââ,¬Å"Iââ,¬â,,¢ll tell you what,ââ,¬Â said the fat girl, who was at least six feet tall and over three hundred pounds.  ââ,¬Å"I know you arenââ,¬â,,¢t much of a fighter, just looking at you.  All you need to do is pick someone out, hit them once or twice, knock them on their ass, then throw their ass in the water.ââ,¬Â

Debbie was only about 5ââ,¬â,,¢5ââ,¬Â tall and weighed about 114 pounds.  Finding someone she could beat up would be tough.  But within a couple minutes some auburn headed cowgirl appeared from the restroom and started walking toward the water.  She was clad in tight Wrangler jeans, a white sleeveless halter top and boots.  She wore a white cowboy hat.

The fattest girl nodded at Debbie.  ââ,¬Å"Go on, kick her ass and your free of us.ââ,¬Â

The auburn-haired chick was probably twenty-five or twenty-six.  Debbie knew she was  older than she.  And as she sized her up she estimated the woman to be about five-four and 110 pounds.

Debbie approached her.  But instead of hitting her she mustered up as much anger and strength as she could, charged the woman and picked her up.

ââ,¬Å"Hey, what are you doing?ââ,¬Â the woman cried.  But Debbie ignored her.  ââ,¬Å"Put me down now!ââ,¬Â

Debbie carried the woman into the muddy water.  The girls were laughing.  As soon as she got about fifteen feet into the water and nearly waist deep, she tossed the cowgirl in.  As soon as the woman surfaced, face all muddy and sans her cowboy hat, Debbie punched her in the face and knocked her back into the water.

This time when the woman surfaced she grabbed for Debbieââ,¬â,,¢s throat with her outstretched hands.  But Debbie parried her arms outward, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her back toward the shore.
ââ,¬Å"Kick her ass,ââ,¬Â one of the girls said.

ââ,¬Å"Yeah, fuck that cunt up,ââ,¬Â said the fat girl.  She was punching her palm and smiling.  "I want to see blood."

Debbie threw the woman to the dirt and jumped on top of her.  She started slapping her and then choked her.  Two minutes later the tall, fat girl pulled Debbie off the woman by the arm and tossed her to the side.

ââ,¬Å"Guess what?ââ,¬Â she said to the cowgirl, who was covered in mud from head to foot.  The woman didnââ,¬â,,¢t answer.  She just gawked at the girl as she pushed herself up by the elbows.  The fat girl then pulled her up by the arm.  The woman was on her feet in a flash.

ââ,¬Å"Youââ,¬â,,¢re my bitch now,ââ,¬Â the girl said.  The woman didnââ,¬â,,¢t understand anything.  She finally said,

ââ,¬Å"Just let me go.ââ,¬Â

ââ,¬Å"Youââ,¬â,,¢ll go when I tell you to go, bitch.ââ,¬Â

The cowgirl tried to jerk her arm away but got punched in the gut.  She immediately fell to her knees as she aspirated a rather high-pitched, ââ,¬Å"ummmmphhh!ââ,¬Â  The woman then fell to her back spread-eagled.

ââ,¬Å"You can go, blondy,ââ,¬Â the fat girl said.  ââ,¬Å"Youââ,¬â,,¢ve just been replaced.  And I'm going to enjoy making an example out of this cowgirl cunt, and from the looks of her, it's gonna be a long time till she gets replaced."

The cowgirl glared at the fat chick.

"Don't look at me like that, you little bitch, or I'll really fuck you up."  The cowgirl looked down at her muddy blue jeans, obviously very intimidated by the immense girl.


The cowgirl obviously didnââ,¬â,,¢t know she had just become the new object of abuse.  But it was inevitable that she would soon realize what had just transpired.  And she herself would soon be searching for someone she could pass her ââ,¬Å"bitchââ,¬Â status onto, if there really was someone out there she could beat up.

I really feel sorry for some of these women today who find themselves going up against a big, sturdy high school girl or any high school girl, for that matter.  They just don't know how tough and brutal these girls can be and probably aren't mentally prepared to fight them.  I mean these girls go for the throat and won't hesitate to pound anybody into oblivion, especially an older woman.  And when these girls get a chance to go after some biker chick or stripper, they're out for blood.  I kid you not.

If you're an older chick fighting one of these girls, especially the bigger, sturdy jocks, you better have something for them.  If you're under 120 pounds you better have some type of martial arts skills.  But even that may not be enough because ultimately the stronger girl can circumvent your moves, get you in a hold and take you down.  Then you're done.

I dated this biker chick a few years ago and actually had a couple photos of her.  She was about 29, blonde and only 5'6" and 110 pounds.  She used to be a stripper but was also smart.  She used her stripping to get through school but later stripped to make some extra money.  I didn't mind at first but then it started getting to me.  I broke up with her shortly after a trip to Florida.  We were on spring break, and though I didn't ride my bike down, I took it on my truck.

We were with some other people and Sheri starting drinking.  We had been arguing and I pretty much knew I wanted to end our relationship. 

Toward the end of the night we were in the parking lot of the Daytona Inn.  A group of high school girls were staying in the hotel.  They were rowdy as girls can get when in a group and somehow Sheri got into an argument with one.  One thing led to another and Sheri ended up throwing an opened beer bottle at the girl.  But instead of hitting her the bottle plonked some behemoth standing behind her in the arm and beer splashed all over her.

I mean this girl was huge and fierce looking.  She had those wide hips and big arms.  Her head was smaller and a bit out of proportion to the rest of her but she was a monster.  I estimated that the girl was 6'4" tall and over 300 pounds.

"Hey, biker cunt!" she shouted.  "You got me all wet here."

Sheri was a bit scared, I could tell, despite being drunk.  She recoiled a bit and starting walking back to our little crowd. 

If you know anything about bikers, they usually enjoy a good fight.  And sometimes they'll let their bitches go at it without intervening.  I am not like this but Sheri had really pissed me off.  So I let the scene play out.

"Hey, bitch, I'm talking to you."  The girl approached our crowd with her entourage behind her.

Sheri turned around, looking at me briefly then again.  She was scared out of her mind and I felt sorry for her. But she shouldn't have thrown the beer.

The girl grabbed her arm and pulled her toward her.

"I think you owe me a new shirt, you skinny little cunt!"

Sheri jerked her arm away.  "I don't owe you anything.  You girls started it."

"I don't think so," the girl said, and grabbed Sheri by her gray shirt.  She wore blue jeans with a long-sleeve gray shirt with the sleeves rolled up.  The top couple buttons burst when the girl tugged her toward her.

Sheri flung her arm out and the buttons busted nearly down to her waist, exposing one small, pert tit.

The tall, fat girl laughed at her.  "Look at this slut.  She's as flat as a pancake . . . And she's gonna be as flat as a pancake herself when I'm done with her."

The girl grabbed for Sheri again, but Sheri ducked.

"Fight . . . Fight . . . Fight!" the high school girls were chanting.

The girl attacked again and Sheri ducked.  She slapped at the girl when she came up.  The girl deflected her arm as if it were nothing and grabbed Sheri by the hair.  Sheri screamed.

"Get off me, you fat bitch!"

The girl hurled Sheri into a nearby car.  Sheri bounced off it and fell to her ass.  The girl then came over and picked her up by her hair again.  Sheri screamed.  I felt terrible but didn't make one effort to help her.  The girl bounced Sheri off another car.  Sheri was on her ass again and flailing her arms out when the girl reached down and pulled her up by her hair again.  Sheri screamed some more.

The girl didn't throw her this time.  She hiked her knee up, still holding Sheri's hair, jerked her head down and drove her big knee into my girlfriend's face.  Sheri went down like a rag doll.  She landed on  her side.  The girl started cackling, a big booming cackle that sent chills up my spine.

Sheri's nose was bleeding.  She was on her side and crawling toward our crowd.  She didn't get far because the fat chick came over, picked her up by her blonde mane again and pulled her to her feet by the back of her belt.

"I don't like taking a bath in beer, biker bitch."  She held Sheri by the hair while facing her.  Sheri slapped her arms at her put couldn't do anything.  The girl was way too big and strong. 

"Knock her ass out, Andrea," one girl shouted.

"Yeah, flatten that skank, Bulldozer." 

Bulldozer, I thought to myself.  What a fitting name.  As I cogitated about the name the girl drove Sheri against some other car with her massive body and knocked the wind out of her.  Sheri started gasping for air but this was when things started getting brutal.

The girl started punching Sheri in the head as Sheri covered her head and tucked her elbows in for protection.  She punched Sheri in the face again and again as Sheri held her arms up in a rope-a-dope manner.  But the punches jarred her head each time.  The girl then grabbed her left tit and squeezed it.  "How do you like that, you skinny bitch."  Sheri grimaced and scowled at her.

"There's nothing there to hurt, bitch!" the girl shouted.

The girl then punched Sheri in the face and knocked her back against the car again.  Sheri was hugging the car to stay on her feet, but the girl grabbed her by her hair and jerked her around.  Then the girl cocked her arm back and delivered a blow that knocked Sheri down and off her feet.  She fell like dead weight and landed by the rear tire of the car.

The girl jumped over and started kicking Sheri in the stomach.  She then stomped down on her a couple times.  Sheri was writhing on the ground as I started to walk over and rescue her.  She had her arms wrapped around her midsection.

"Piece of trash," the girl shouted, and then some girl handed her a beer.  The girl reached down and pulled Sheri up by the hair.  Sheri screamed as the girl pulled her to her knees.  The girl jerked Sheri's head back and tried to pour it down Sheri's mouth.  Sheri coughed as she got some down her windpicpe.  The girl then poured their beer all over Sheri and hammered her with a blow to the temple.  Sheri dropped like a sack of potatos on her stomach.  The fat girl had knocked Sheri out and she was lying there unconscious.   

"You got what you deserved, you skinny little biker bitch.  I hate these biker chicks down here," she told one of the girls.

"Me, too.  But you really put that one in her place.

"Yeah, I did.  But Hell, any girl in our school could've beaten her ass and ripped her a new asshole in the process.  She was nothing.  Just some skinny little biker skank.  Most middle school girls could mop the floor with her.  It's certainly the easiest fight I've ever had.  Nevertheless, you don't mess with the bulldozer."

And with that the girl kicked Sheri in the gut as hard as she could before walking away with her high school friends.

Sheri was a mess.  Her face was bruised for days and her nose was broken.  We broke up shortly thereafter.  But this is the way most real fights go out there.  They're over in a hurry if it's a mismatch.  And this fight lasted three or four minutes tops.  The tall, fat girl was vicious and could've killed Sheri if the fight went on much longer.  She handled her like a doll and gave her no respect.  She was a real bruiser  . . . no bulldozer!  What an appropriate nickname.

Claire Fluegamen, the girl who hates lesbians, recently graduated from high school.  On the night of her graduation she attended a party at some guy's house which got pretty rowdy.  There must've been two hundred kids there and people were drinking and throwing up all over the place.

Claire knew the guy who threw the party had an older sister who was a stripper.  She had been a slut in high school so it was no surprise she was shaking her little ass at the local titty bar.  It was a small town and people knew each other's business.  The guy's sister's name was Brenda.  She was a beautiful blonde who was about twenty six.  She was skinny and Claire guessed she was about 5'4" and 105 pounds max.  The guy from her school was small as were his mom and dad.  They were out of town so their was absolutely no supervision other than the little adult slut.

Claire herself weighed well over three hundred pounds and was nearly 6'3" tall.  All night she kept watching the sister who was clad in jean shorts and a tiny white top.  She kept eyeing her lustfully as if she had a fetish for big girls.  Claire hated this kind of behavior and had beaten the crap out of two lesbians about a year earlier.

Around midnight, moments before Claire told her friends she wanted to leave, the woman brushed up against her, eyeing her lustfully as she looked back and winked, oscillating that little ass of hers.  Afterall, she was a stripper and knew how to shake it.

"I hate those kind of women," said Claire.  The woman started to walk up the steps.  She looked back and waved for Claire to follow her.

"Go upstairs and fuck her up," said one of her friends.  The brunette was also fairly large.  "Let her make her move then you can just lay her out."

Claire smirked.  She eyed the woman and made her way to the stairs.  The woman (like a little priss) shook her little ass as she ascended the steps and made a right down to her bedroom.  She walked inside and her eyes goggled as the immense Claire entered the room.  Brenda then closed the door and almost immediately remover her top.

"I know you want this," she told Claire.  Claire's face suffused red with anger. 

"Don't be embarrassed."

"I'm not embarrased, bitch.  I just don't like lesbian cunts like you."

"Sure you do, big girl."

Claire shook her head.  She turned around and locked the door.  Then she walked toward the skinny blonde.  The woman reached down and unbuttoned her jeans shorts.

"That's it, big girl.  Come and get me."

"I'll get you," said Claire.  And without hesitation Claire grabbed the woman by her bony left shoulder and socked her in the gut. 

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"  the woman grunted.  The blow knocked the wind out of the woman who doubled over and fell to her side.  Claire pushed her on her back with her large foot.  The woman was gasping for air and couldn't speak.

"I could pummel you and make minced meat out of your bony little ass without even exerting myself.  But I respect your brother and family enough not to."  The woman was still gasping for air.  "Instead of putting you through the wall, you little pervert, I'll just plop down on you until you pass out.

And with that said Claire lowered her immense body down and belly-flopped down on the woman.  Claire felt the wind go out of her.  She had yet to say a word as she was in agony under the immense weight of Claire.

"You wanted me slut, now you got me--all three hundred thirty plus pounds."  Claire pinned the woman's arms overhead and straddled her.  She then lowered her belly down and fell on the woman.

The woman aspirated and gasped for air as she lay buried beneath the girl's garantuan mass.  Brenda then passed out.

Claire pulled the woman's pants down a bit before she got up.  She then kicked her in the ass.  The woman's little body rolled to the left.  Claire then walked out of the room.

Once downstairs she told her friends about what had transpired.  And to add to the embarrassment that the woman suffered, she told a bunch of kids that the little stripper was bare-assed upstairs on the bedroom carpet.  Hordes of them flocked up the steps and made their way to the woman's room.  They laughed when they saw her lying there.

"What a drunk little slut," some guy said.  "NIce ass, though."

Claire's group of friends laughed at the skinny woman.  "She got what she deserved," said one of the big girls.

Alice German had been through a terrible day.  She was flunking out of school and about to be expelled for fighting in gym class.  She had always been osracized for her size and got tired of girls making fun of her in class.  They certainly wouldn't make fun of her if they were alone with her in a dark alley.  But in groups they were ruthless.

Alice was a big girl--downright huge by most standards.  She was 6'4" tall and weighed an immense 425 pounds.  She had a condition that made her facial features and other parts of her somewhat deformed.  She had a huge rear end and had these deep set eyes that bored a hole right through you.  She didn't use her size to her advantage all the time, but watch out when she was mad.

Alice was relaxing in her room in the dark listening to some AC/DC.  She loved the group.  Her parents had gone out on this Thursday night late in the school year and she was just depressed.  The music was meant to get her out of her funk.  It was playing at a reasonable volume on her headset and she was on the brink of falling asleep.  She then removed the headset for a second as nature called, tossing the headset on the bed.  All of a sudden she thought she heard something fall on the tiles downstairs.

At first, she thought it was just one of the many sounds of the house settling or perhaps it was the percussions of the Australian musical group that she was listening to.  But she wasn't sure so she got up from her bed, releasing a huge burden from the mattress which moaned in relief at her sudden move.  She slowly made her way to the hallway then to the top of the stairs.  Yeah, someone was clearly in the house as she heard a drawer open downstairs.  Almost immediately she slinked down the hallway behind one of the walls of her father's recessed office doorway and waited for whoever it was to make their way upstairs.

Alice heard boots clopping across the hallway then one of the steps creaked a bit.  She held her breath as the intruder ascended the steps and made their way to the landing. 

When Alice peeked out this time she saw a woman of about thirty clad in tight jeans and a white midriff.  The woman was very attractive and had shoulder length brown hair.  She was perhaps 5'5" tall and no more than 115 or 120 pounds.  She was carrying a black leather purse with silver studs, a repository she intended to put to good use.

The woman walked down the hallway and went into her parents bedroom, obviously planning to steal whatever she could get her little hands on.  When the woman confirmed her suspicions thirty seconds later, opening drawers in the master bedroom, Alice left her hiding place, tottered down the hallway and got set to pounce.

At first, the woman didn't see her.  She was busy picking up pieces of her mother's jewelry and dropping it into her purse.  She found a wad of bills and stuffed that in her purse as well.  When she was finally finished pilfering what was left of everything she could possibly take, she turned toward the doorway and spottend Alice.  She immediately let out a gasp and dropped the bag, obviously stunned that someone was home; but even more so that her path to freedom was blocked by a girl whose girth and height nearly spanned the entire doorway.

Alice seethed.  "You're dead, bitch," she said plaintively, watching the woman's throat churn.  "I'm gonna teach you a listen about breakin' and enterin' that you'll never forget."

With those menacing words she propelled her gigantic mass forward, arcked her fist out and got set to slug the woman and send her into last week.  But instead the woman's bootheel thrusted out and caught Alice in the side.  It stunned her more than hurt her as the pad of fat covering her left oblique was more than ample enough to prevent serious injury.  The woman lashed out a second kick which whipped out and caught her in the got.  That one hurt and also caught the pinky finger of her right hand as she attempted to block the roundhouse kick.

Alice evaded the next kick and the following one skimmed the tip of her sleeveless shirt.  Just as the woman turned to deliver another kick Alice jumped forward and to her left, hooked her arm around the woman's leg, picked her up and then slammed her to the floor.

"Uhhhhhhh!" the woman cried as the breath left her body. She had landed on her back.  She quickly raised her hands as Alice bent down, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet.  With a quick thrust of her enormous hips and thick arms Alice hurled the woman forward into her parent's dresser.  She landed on top of it, knocking over perfume bottles and other trinkets.  With the woman now on her back again, Alice grabbed her by the throat and started choking her.  Alice took that moment to remove her boots as to not be injured or upstaged by her kkicks again.

"How dare you come into my house and try to steal from my parents.  They work hard."  Alice grew more red-faced and winded as she told the skinny chick off.  The woman was gasping for air.  She then started gagging.

Alice picked her up like a sack of potatos and tossed her toward the doorway.  The woman rolled over several times as her boots struck the wall.  She desperately tried to get to her feet and escape the master bedroom but Alice caught hold of the back of her belt and hair and pulled her backwards.  In a rage, as the frustrations of her school life culminated to the point of madness, she slammed the woman into the jamb of the doorway with her belly.

"Uhhhhh . . .  Oh God!" she cried.  The woman's legs wobbled as Alice backed up and watched her nearly fall.  Alice then grabbed her by the back of her jeans and left arm and tossed her into the hallway.  The woman slammed into the railing and landed on her stomach.

Alice again picked her hapless victim up, dragged her to the top of the steps and held her by the arms as they both looked downstairs into the foyer, Alice grimacing with ire and the woman goggled-eyed in terror.  A second later Alice flung the woman down the steps.  The woman went tumbling down the steps with a vengeance, landing on her side at the bottom of the steps.  She slowly tried to get to her feet as Alice descended the stairs bold and upright, full of confidence and thirsty for revenge.

The woman got to her feet and reached for the knob of the front door.  Just as she got set to turn it and bolt to freedom, Alice caught her by the back of her hair, pulled her back and engulfed her in a rear bearhug.

The woman screamed and pleaded with Alice.  "Please let me go.  Please let me go.  OH Pleeeeasssse let me go!"

Alice put her down and turned her around.  "I would'nt have taught you a lesson if I let you go, would I?"  The woman attempted a weak slap but Alice caught her arm.  She tried to raise her leg to kick Alice but Alice backhanded her across the cheek.  The woman's body spun around twice as she flew backwards and landed on her stomach.  Alice didn't waste any time.  She bent down, pulled the woman's head up by the hair and slammed her face into the floor.  She repeated the vicious move . . . and when she was sure the woman was knocked out she went into the kitchen and got some rope and duct tape.  She brought the tape and rope into the living room along with some scissors and placed it on one of the chairs.  Then she picked the woman up and lay her across the coffee table.  She then tied the woman up and taped her mouth shut.

As AC/DC's "Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap" echoed down the hallway and stairs from her bedroom, Alice called the police and waited for the woman to awaken.  Seconds later she did.

"I hope you learned you're lesson, you skinny little cunt," said Alice.  "I hope you never try to break into anyone's house again.  You need to get a real job and make an honest living, you hear me?"

The woman listened as the tears glistened in her eyes.  She knew she was on her way to jail, having been foiled by this oversized, mutant teen.

Alice was commended for foiling the robbery attempt.  The woman had been one of several people wanted for jewelry theft in the area.  As the woman sits in prison festering away, Alice's life has taken a turn for the better.  Her grades are improving and she avoided expulsion from her high school. 

I'm a regular customer at Blockbuster in a small town in eastern PA.  I love movies and patronize the store at least three times a week.

One of the girls who works there is absolutely huge.  She's probably only about 17 years old and still in high school. This girl is at least 6'0" tall and 375 pounds.  Her face is balloon-like and her deep set eyes are so frightening when she stares at you that I literally nearly pissed my jeans when she's checked me out at the register.  She has this deformity that some ultra-heavy girls have, and she's certainly not someone I'd ever mess with.

I'm a small woman who's into S&M with bigger woman.  But I'd draw the line with this girl.  She'd break me in two.

Anyway, despite my fear and anxiety around this girl, she's always been real nice to me.  She never smiles but is at least cordial when she takes my money and hands me my rented movies.  But despite her relatively passive demeanor she was rumored to have a bit of a temper. 

I didn't know how bad her temper was until I saw her arguing with some big-breasted blonde one Tuesday night in August.  It was unusually hot as summers get in PA.  The store wasn't very busy.  As a matter of fact, I was the only customer in the place besides the blonde.  And the manager was nowhere in sight.

"I shouldn't have three late charges," the blonde shouted.  She was probably 28-30, about 5'6" tall and no more than 120 pounds.  She were a white t-shirt and tights jeans, the former of which clearly revealed her more-than-ample fake boob job.

"Yes, the movies you didn't return on time were . . ."

"Look bitch," the woman shouted, cutting off the fat girl in mid sentence.  "I'm telling you right now I brought those goddamn movies back on time.

"I'm sorry," the girl said.  "But--"

"Listen, fatass, I'm not paying . . . so you can take the money you think I owe you and shove it up your elephant-size ass."

The girls eyes centered in on the woman.  She was gritting her teeth.  "I'll get the manager."

"Fuck  you," the woman said. Then she threw the two movies she had rented at the behemoth and bolted out the door.

The girl slammed her fist down.  I thought she was going to get the manager but instead she excused herself as she stormed through the inner set of glass doors then popped the outside door open.

Through the glass I could see that the woman was reaching into her purse to get her keys.  She was standing near a white Corvette and the top was down.  She had obviously still locked the door.

The woman didn't see the girl until she was a couple feet away. A look of horror was suddenly pasted on her thin oval face as she looked up seconds before the girl grabbed her by the arms . . . and in a violent twisting motion heaved her across the sidewalk and into the side of the building.

I put my movies down on the counter and walked to the doorway to get a closer look.  Just as I got to the exit area, I saw the fat girl punch the woman in the jaw sending her back against the wall.  Another haymaker aimed at the woman's stomach doubled her over.  She fell to the knees of her jeans but the girl quickly picked her up and then really started pounding on her.

The woman was completely helpless.  With an evil glare etched across her face the girl hauled back and punched the blonde in the mouth . . . then hit her in the nose.  A flurry of punches sent the slim woman to the pavement where the girl stomped down on her waist a couple times.  She then picked her up and delivered an uppercut to the woman's back.

The woman cried out in agony.  Her entire face was bloody.  She tried to catch her breath but got punched in the back again.  Then the girl shoved her against the wall.  The woman went flying into the front of the building with a vengeance.  This time she got all of the wind knocked out of her.  And one of her brown cowboy boots had come off and was lying on the sidewalk.

The woman held her thin arms out as she pleaded with the girl to stop.  I thought the girl was going to relent until her fat fist came out of nowhere and connected with the woman's ear, dropping the woman on her side on the sidewalk.

The girl continued to kick the woman a couple times in the stomach.  The woman rolled to her stomach and the girl stomped down on her back.  I wanted to go outside and stop the fight because I thought the fat high school girl was going to kill the woman.  She was a mess and probably already had injuries enought to warrant a hospital visit.

The girl then grabbed the blonde's shirt from the back of the neck and ripped it off.  The woman had probably been knocked out at this point and she deserved it.  She then grabbed the woman by the legs of her jeans and arms, dragged her over to her car and tossed her in across the front seat and consel. I heard the woman scream out as she landed in the car.  The girl was fuming.  She called the woman every name in the book then headed back into the store.

I saw no movement in the Corvette as I rushed back into the store so the girl wouldn't catch me staring.  By the time she checked me out the blonde was being tended to by a couple guys.  She was leaning against her car shirtless, holding a wet rag to her nose and mouth.  Blood was splashed on her big tits, too. 

As I walked passed she lowered the rag and looked right at me.  Her face was badly swollen.  She had a knot the size of a walnut on her forehead and blood was trickling down from her the eyebrow of one blackened eye, which was practically glued shut.

I couldn't believe the beating this fat girl gave that woman.  It was brutal.  Blood was splattered all over the sidewalk in front.  I don't know if the woman pressed charges or not but the fat girl no longer works at Blockbuster.  And that's a relief to me as well.  As much as I am into catfights and mismatches myself, this one made me extremely queasy and sick.  But when you mess with a fat girl you can expect to get knocked out--no doubt.