Story by Bubba Wubba – Deidries
Lesson
While
jump roping in the gym, Deidre was getting glances from some of the guys. Although her
jumps were fast and controlled, her loose fitting windbreaker did not conceal
her bouncing 36D breasts. She focused on her own cat like hazel eyes in
the mirror in front of her. The more she focused, the more she could blur
away the glances she was getting.
Deidre thought back to
a time four years earlier, when she was a chesty overweight high school
freshman at her first day of practice for the junior varsity field hockey
team. She was having a tough time keeping up with everyone in their
running drills, frequently lagging behind and stopping to rest herself.
During practice, while the girls were running their laps, Deidre fell far
behind the crowd when the varsity football team walked past to go to their
practice. Eddie, a handsome senior quarterback with a square jaw, motioned to his teammates.
He sidled up next to Deirdre and pulled on her bra strap, snapping it
hard. She let out a squeal, stopped running and began crying. The
football players laughed and high-fived Eddie.
“Run, Porky, Run!”
Eddie chortled, before snorting like a pig himself.
Deidre went home later
that day and cried to herself. Although she felt humiliated, she decided
to stay on the team and go to practice the next day. Eddie and his team
walked by again that next day and he snorted some more. But the abuse
didn’t stop there. He tormented her between classes and in the gym by unstrapping her bra, tripping her and snorting whenever she
spoke.
Deidre began to take
it all in stride and just put up with his antics. So whenever he snorted
or made reference to her big chest, she’d just roll her eyes and continue what
she was doing. Eddie started to notice that he wasn’t bothering her
anymore. One day, after practice, Eddie caught Deirdre in the hallway and
pushed her into the custodial closet. He pushed her all the way to the
back of the closet and cupped his hands over her mouth. Although she
didn’t want to admit it, Deirdre was very attracted to Eddie, as were most of
the girls in the school. He was very handsome and charismatic and his
status as the most important guy on the football field didn’t hurt his standing
either. In the closet, Eddie reached down her sweatpants and grabbed her
big bubble ass.
“I’m gonna fuck your big, fat ass, Porky. You like that?”
he said as he pressed close to her.
Deirdre, embarrassed,
was showing her attraction to him. Her nipples grew hard and she started
to moisten her panties. Eddie reached down and fondled her vagina.
He took his hand out and smelled it in front of her.
“You like that,
eh? Do I make you all wet?” he taunted her. “You
tuna smellin’ bitch.”
He violently pulled
off her panties and proceeded to violate her in the worst way. She let
out a small yelp because she was hurting so badly.
“Go on and yell,
Porky. And I’m really gonna fuckin’
hurt you, “ he growled. “So shut up, you fat
ugly fuck!”
Eddie finished
violating her and let her drop to the ground. He picked up her panties
and put them in his pocket.
“Thanks for nothing,”
he told her. Then got his face close to hers and warned, “If you wanna tell anyone about this..
ANYONE.. I will make your life a living hell.”
He stood up, looked
down at her crying body and strutted out of the closet.
Deirdre wept in pain
for a long time before getting up to leave. She had never been violated
before. And she swore to never say a word to anyone. She got out of
the closet unnoticed and went home.
The following week at
school, Deirdre avoided Eddie at every chance. She disappeared into
classrooms when he came down the hall, avoided getting near the football team
as they walked by her practices and just steered clear of him, not saying a
word to anyone. However, Eddie continued his taunting as if nothing
happened. Then, word started to spread that Deirdre had a crush on
Eddie.
At the school pep
rally for the football team, Eddie got up in front of his team, in front of the
whole school and gave a small pep speech. At the end of that speech, he
said “I don’t know if those rumors are true that
Deirdre Jessup has a crush on me, but she did leave this on my locker.”
Eddie held up the panties that he pulled off of her. People started
laughing at her. “I don’t know if they’re really hers,” he continued,
“but they sure are big enough to fit her fat ass into.” Some kids roared
with laughter and those who know Deidre, pointed and laughed. She was
humiliated beyond belief.
Eddie graduated a few
months later and joined the military. Deidre withstood his taunting and
all those humiliating experiences and tried to get on with her school and sports.
The next year, the rumors were still there, but
without Eddie to perpetrate them, it soon lost steam. As high school went
on and Deirdre continued to mature, she was blossoming into a beautiful
woman. She started hitting the gym hard for field hockey, basketball and
swimming. She took up martial arts, weight training and powerlifting in the off season to develop her body for
sports during the school year. By the time her senior year rolled around,
she was a completely different woman. She still had large breasts and a
balloon butt, but now it complemented a lean, muscular, athletic body.
Guys were finally starting to take notice of her.
Deirdre was in college
now, in an out-of-state university, hoping to make a fresh new start as the hot
girl on campus. She wanted to continue her athletics and continued her
rigorous workout schedule. The previous week, who should come down the
campus commons and wink at her but Eddie Romero. He took one look at her
chest and buttocks and quickly introduced himself. Deirdre remembered him
immediately and stood in shock. Eddie did not realize to whom he was
talking. When he asked for her name, she stumbled and said “Didi”.
“Well, Didi. The name’s Eddie. I just spent four years
in the military, kicking ass all over the world and now I’m coming to college
to meet a beautiful wife, to love and protect from harm and for her to have my
babies,” he told her. “Are you the woman of my dreams?”
Deidre said she didn’t
know and continued listening to Eddie talk about himself
for a full hour. He told her all the places he’s been, all the weapons he
knows how to use, how he knows how to fight, how strong he is and what a great
lover he’s become because girls all over the world tell him so.
“I bet you do some
working out” he said to her.
“Sometimes,” she said.
“I figured. We
don’t get bodies like this from sitting around doing nothing. Whaddaya say we meet up at the gym a little later on?
I’m trying out for the wrestling team with a few buddies.”
“Sure,” she said and
smiled.
“Great! I’ll
show you what I got and you can show me what you got. And then if we both
like it, we can grapple it out later tonight at my place.”
“Sounds good”
“
Back at the gym,
Deirdre finished her jump roping and worked up a good sweat. She was
thinking if Eddie really had no idea who she was and what he did to her, four
years earlier. He didn’t change much. He was still a handsome guy,
maybe a little more chiseled than high school and a
few tattoos on his arms, probably from the military. But his personality
hadn’t changed a bit. He was still an arrogant prick who always got his
way with women.
Eddie walked through
the door with a few buddies and pretended not to notice her. He was a
lean, wiry guy with a bit of muscle but only about 160 lbs or so. His
tank top and shorts were very tight, drawing attention to himself. He
started picking up some free weights and curling. After a few reps, he
looked over at Deirdre and then said to one of his buddies, “Ay, that’s the
babe I talked to earlier. We’re gonna work out,
ya know? Work? Out?” He and his buddies laughed.
Eddie strutted over to
Deirdre and greeted her. “Hey, babe!” he said. “Don’t work too hard, you gotta leave something
for me.” He laughed again and she just smiled.
“Aw,
c’mon. You’re lookin’ good, babe.
Hell, I’m lookin’ good. Here, feel
this.” Eddie flexed his bicep for her and Deirdre put her hand on it and
squeezed. “Like a rock, baby! Like a fuckin’
rock!”
He continued flexing
and looking at himself and then noticed Deidre again. He pulled up his
tank top and flexed his washboard stomach for her. “That shit’s bullet
proof.” His buddies started to laugh along with him. One of them
had a digital mini camcorder and started taping Eddie flexing for himself. “Turn that shit off, man” Eddie told him.
“This is just for her. What was your name again?”
“Didi” she said.
“Aw yeah,” he
smiled. “Didi. Well,
Didi, it looks to me like you’re covering yourself up
just a bit much there. What’s with the baggy clothes?”
Deirdre put down the
jump rope and wiped the sweat from her forehead. He was noticeably
staring at her chest.
“They’re
windbreakers. They make you sweat,” she said.
“Aw, baby you’re
sweating enough. Maybe you oughta cool down a
bit. Peel off some of those layers for me. Don’t worry, baby.
I’ll still make you sweat.” He laughed and nodded to the guys behind
him.
“Will you?” she asked
him suddenly. Her eyes looked daringly at him yet she smiled. Eddie
stumbled for a moment.
“You know it, babe.”
He laughed nervously. “I’m gonna be pumping
these rocks on my arms for a while. You just step aside, make yourself
even prettier and try to control yourself, honey. I got these guys to
hold you back.”
Deirdre continued to
smile at him. Her beautiful white teeth, high cheekbones and cat like
hazel eyes taunted him. And she knew she was having an affect on him.
“So you think you can
make me sweat?” she asked him.
“Yeah,” he said and
looked at her sideways.
“How are ya gonna do that?” she asked
him. “By flexing those pebbles on your
arms?”
They guys behind Eddie
all wooed at them.
“Listen, babe,” Eddie
smiled, “I fucked girls from
“Really?” Deirdre
taunted. “What do you think you can do to get me?”
Eddie started to lose
his cool.
“Listen. You
should consider yourself lucky that a strong man of the world of my caliber is giving you the time of day. Any girl with
me knows that she’s in good hands cuz I’ll fuck up
anyone that goes near her.”
Deirdre continued
smiling at him. People started to stop and notice that he was making a
scene.
“You don’t look so
strong to me,” she told him.
“Oh
no?”
“No.”
“Well, what do you
have to show for yourself, honey?!” Although he smiled, he began raising
his voice at her and showing his agitation. “You know a guy that can beat
me? Huh? “
“No.”
“No? I didn’t
hear that, what did you say? No? Well, let me ask you something
else, you know any guy, ANY guy, that can outshred this?” Eddie started to flex his shoulders
and arms for her. He pumped his biceps a few times and felt them up
himself.
“No,” she said
quietly.
“No? I didn’t
think so, toots.” Eddie turned and grinned at his buddies. “Now
unless you’re gonna fuck me up, I think you should
shut up.”
“Do you want me to
fuck you up?” she asked innocently enough.
Eddie laughed and said
“Yeah. I want you to teach me a lesson I’ll never forget.”
Deirdre stopped
smiling, which made the room tense. Everyone stopped their workouts to
listen and watch.
“All you had to do was
ask,” she said coolly.
Eddie and his friends
laughed again and watched Deirdre reach up to unzip her windbreaker top.
They gulped when she started to show her 36D chest, like two cantaloupes, held
up in a small, white lyrca sports bra.
Deirdre’s stomach, now revealed by a fully unzipped windbreaker, was like a
cobblestone road. Her rib muscles showed through like thick sausages.
Some guys mumbled in
the gym, but they were all impressed by her physique. She continued to
undress, sliding the windbreaker top down her arms behind her. Her arms,
tracked with veins and popping with muscle silenced the room completely.
Deidre looked at Eddie, who stood there, stunned. He tried to say
something but couldn’t get the words out. One of his buddies broke the
silence.
“Dude, look at the
guns on her!” he exclaimed. “Damn!”
Derrick, buddy of
Eddie’s chimed in, “Let’s see her measurements, man, “ and
pulled out some measuring tape. “May I?” he asked Deirdre with
respect. She nodded, looking at Eddie the entire time. The guy put
the tape around her relaxed arm and measured. “Just
over 12 inches!”
People oohed and aahed at that number
and kidded one another.
“Let’s see Eddie’s
measurements” Deirdre suggested to everyone’s delight.
Everyone cheered and
agreed that they wanted to know. Eddie nodded and put his arm out,
flexing it slightly, even though he was supposed to be relaxed. Derrick
measured it. “Ohhh. 12
inches even!” Some groaned and others cheered. Everyone in the room
was now taking sides.
“How
about this?” Eddie said and started flexing his bicep. “Measure that!”
The crowd in the gym
waited with anticipation as Derrick wrapped the tape around his arm. He
looked closely and announced: “15.5 inches!”
“Yeah, that’s right,”
Eddie said confidently and high-fived some of his
buddies.
Derrick took the tape
measure to Deirdre and said “Your turn!” He put the tape around her
relaxed bicep and said “Flex!” She stood there for a moment, still
looking at Eddie. “C’mon. Flex!” Deirdre lifted her right arm
and swelled her bicep into a huge softball. She pumped her arm a few
times and then held steady while Derrick wrapped the tape around. It was
clear to everyone in the room who was going to win this battle. “Jesus,!“ exclaimed Derrick. “She’s 18 inches around!”
The crowd oohed and aahed some more.
A few of them were starting to taunt Eddie now. “Aww,
Eddie. Getting’ schooled by a muscle hottie!”
Exasperated, Eddie
went over to a weight bench and put some weights on a barbell. “100 lbs!”
he shouted and began curling the weights. He gasped and strained a bit
but got it up fairly quickly.
“You’re turn, girl,” someone shouted.
Deirdre walked over
and looked at the barbell for a moment. She began to add more weights to
it – 50 lbs more! “150lbs?!” someone said. Her veins popped out and
her biceps swelled like grapefruits as she slowly curled the barbell to her
chin. Everyone cheered as she exhaled and carefully lowered the bar back
down. “Eddie, you try it!”
But Eddie, furious at
being shown up, walked over and added more weight to the barbell. It was
now at 275 lbs. He picked the bar up on his back shoulders, squatted down
and agonizingly stood up. His face was red with blood. He put the
barbell down and shouted “yeah!” Some people cheered and clapped.
Deirdre walked over,
added another 125 lbs to the barbell so it began to bend. “No way” one of
Eddie’s buddies said. “No fuckin’ way can she
squat 400 lbs.”
Deirdre, still in her
windbreaker pants, hooked her thumbs in the waistband and lowered them from
side to side, wiggling her body left and right. Some were stunned and
others cheered while she did this. She wore white spandex shorts that
matched her top. Her buns were solid and round, like dimpled
cannonballs. And her legs were like thick cannons with muscles dripping
down like molten lava. Her calves had thick round horseshoes that tapered
down to her ankles. She was still glistening with sweat from the
windbreaker. The room was silent when Deidre went over to the
barbell. She put a towel around her neck and stood under the bar.
Lifting it with ease, she squatted down slowly. Her leg muscles rippled
and swelled as she stood up with the 400 lbs on her shoulders. She held
it for several seconds and then put it back on the rack. A huge sigh of
relief as the crowd cheered and gasped for her. “Di-Di! Di-Di! Di-Di!” they began to chant.
This made Eddie
furious. He ran over and roughly shoved Deirdre into the weight rack,
stunning her with his outburst. The crowd in the room took exception and
began to get hostile toward Eddie. Deirdre grabbed his neck and violently
shoved him to the ground. Eddie quickly got up to attack her again but
not before some of his buddies intervened and held him back. He shouted
and yelled obscenities at Deidre, calling her a cunt
and shouting that she’s lucky they’re holding him back. Deidre takes a
few deep breaths, heaving her chest out and in, as the sweat drips down her
lean, muscular body. In no time, she is calm and collected, waiting for
the chaos to settle.
“Let’s end this right
now!” Eddie shouted. “Guy?!” He looked
around for his buddy. “Guy, turn on your camera. I’m gonna take this bitch out to the mat and pin her
Some people mumbled
and others abhorred him to leave her alone.
“No! I’m gonna pin this fuckin’ bitch!” he
yelled. “But first… but FIRST, I’m gonna throw
her around like a sack of potatoes. I’m gonna
flip her over, slam her down, twist her body and make her cry for mercy!
And THEN I’ll pin her ass down!”
People crowded around
Eddie and told him to cool it, to leave her alone and forget it. But he
got more and more upset.
“Alright, Eddie,” Diedre said suddenly. A hush filled the room just
after she spoke. “I’ll wrestle you, if that’s
what you want.”
Eddie didn’t say
anything but started for the door to the mat room. People filed in after
him, including Guy, who had the camera. About 30 people filled the small
room and lined the walls to watch.
“Is the tape rollin’, Guy?” Eddie shouted to his friend.
“We’re rollin’” said Guy, looking through the viewfinder.
“Make sure you get a
close up of this bitch’s tears when I slam her down.” Eddie taunted. “I’m
gonna fuck up this fat-assed amazon
pig.”
Those words stung
Deirdre as she suddenly remembered that incident, four years ago, in the
custodial closet in high school. Her muscles tensed as she clenched her
fists. Eddie jumped to the middle of the mat and assumed a start up
wrestling pose. His wiry body moved with agile finesse as he rocked his
weight from one foot to the other. “Let’s go, bitch.” Deidre walked
to the center of the mat and met him there. He
was maybe an inch taller than she was but her body was thicker and her muscles
much more defined than his. The biggest difference was their legs.
His legs had long, stringy muscles like a racehorse, whereas hers were round
and solid like the barrel of a cannon.
They looked across at
each other and posed, ready for action. Someone yelled “Ding!” and
immediately they locked up. Pulling back and forth a few times, Deirdre
managed to pull hard at Eddie and slam him face first into the mat. The
crowd roared. “2 points!” someone chided. Eddie got up quickly and
locked arms with her again. Deidre turned her hips and whipped Eddie over
her side, slamming his back into the mat. Her arm was wrapped tightly
around his arm and neck as she held his back against the mat. Several
second passed before someone in the audience dropped down and started counting:
“1! – 2! –“ Deidre quickly picked his back up off the
mat but held on to the hold. Eddie managed to get to his feet, but Deidre
quickly slammed him down again and held him. His body writhed and
struggled to set itself free but her grip was far too strong. Her arms,
bulging with power, pinned his head closer to her the side of her sizable
breast, slowly draining his will to fight. Once it was obvious that he
was not going to move unless she allowed it, she let go.
It was apparent that
the only people egging Eddie on were the three guys he came in with.
Everyone else was wildly cheering Deidre. “Di-Di! Di-Di! Di-Di!”
She stood up as Eddie
rolled over and tried to catch his breath. The chanting of the crowd was
filling him with more rage. He got up and swung wildly at Deidre, who
dodged to the side, grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back.
Before Eddie knew what was happening, she had twisted his arm so far up his
back that she raised him off the mat. Eddie winced in pain as the crowd
cheered Deidre on. She held him up for a good 10 seconds before thrusting
her arms outward and throwing his body forward. He landed hard on his
face, bloodying his nose. Before he could regroup, Deidre dug her knee
into his spinal column and cupped his chin in her hands, bending him backwards.
His arms useless and flailing, reached out for anything he could grab, which
was nothing. Whereas her arms, bulging with might,
pulled his body into a gross arch. Her striated chest muscles
heaved up and down as she controlled her breath and balance. She hadn’t
exerted much energy but he was quickly losing his.
“Di-Di! Di-Di!”
Tears of pain began to
pour from Eddie’s eyes. “Agghh!”
he yelled.
Deirdre leaned forward
and whispered in Eddie’s ear. “Who’s crying now…Porky?”
“Wh-wh-huh?” Eddie gasped.
“Four years ago in the
janitor’s closet at Arlington High,” Deidre started, “you raped me, hurt me and
left me crying there you sonovabitch!”
“Wh-what?” he could barely
get the word out as her knee dug deep into his spine.
“Then you held my
panties, my panties that you ripped off me to rape me, held them up at a pep
rally and told everyone I was hot for you,” she continued.
Eddie’s silence was
proof that he remembered her now. She flexed her arms back a few more
inches, arching his spine back even further. “Now look who’s crying and
in pain, bitch!”
She let go of his chin
and watched his face slam into the mat. His nose, already bloodied from
before, was now crooked to one side. Deidre picked him up by the hair on
his head, raised the upper part of his body off
the ground and locked him in her legs. Her powerful,
rock hard thighs squeezed tightly around his rib cage. She locked
her feet and applied more pressure, feeling his body start to cave under her
awesome grip.
“D-D-di… let…. go,” he pleaded,
tears pouring down his face. “D-D-oww!”
She squeezed him
tighter, the muscles in her legs, like smooth granite carvings, striated and
rippled with power. They could hear his ribs starting to crack between
the enormous power of her vice gripped thighs.
The crowd in the small
gymnasium crowded closer to hear the conversation and to jump in if anything
went too awry. Guy, with his camera in hand, was angling for the best
shot of Eddie’s contorted, bloody face and the ripped, muscular physique that
was crushing him
“My name’s… not… Didi!” she growled under her breath. “It’s
Deidre. Jessup.”
She gave him another
abrupt squeeze between her thighs and the whole room heard a few loud cracks
and watched as Eddie’s ribs broke in, reducing the mass of his body. His
eyes rolled to the back of his head and he passed out right there.
Deidre loosened her
grip and let Eddie’s body slide limply to the mat and over onto his back.
She stood up, put her foot on his face and listened to the crowd yell “1! 2! Threeee!”
Someone lifted her arm in victory and she looked down at Eddie’s pathetic
broken body.
And that was the last
image on Guy’s camera: Eddie’s bloody nose and battered body laying
flat on the mat. The camera slowly panned up Deidre’s thick, powerful
legs, cobblestone abs, cantaloupe breasts, past her
high cheekbones and up to her outstretched muscular arm raised in
victory. By the end of that week, the video was downloaded on the
internet and everyone in the university had seen Eddie’s demise at the hands of
a beautiful, athletic, muscle-toned woman.
As for Eddie, he was
taken to the hospital and treated for 5 broken ribs, a broken nose and severe
trauma of the head and neck. He never did athletics again. And he
never forgot Deidre’slesson