Katie's Muscle Journey 005

Chapter 5: Katie and Michelle

I step out of the bathroom, and immediately come face to face with Ryoko. The next thing I know her fist has flashed into my unprotected belly and I double over in pain, eyes blurring with tears.

"April Fool's!" she shouts, giggling. I didn't get to tense my abs to receive the blow, caught by surprise as I was. As I bend over trying to regain my breath, she dangles my collar in front of me.

"And that's also for daring to take it off without my permission," she hisses, striking my cheek lightly with it.

I manage to gasp out, "I don't want to wear it."

"Too bad, you lost our last little contest and this is the price you pay... slave!" she smirks.

I straighten up somewhat, rubbing my abdomen, and say angrily, "I challenge you again for the collar, if I win I don't wear it anymore."

"Fine, but I dictate the terms and contest," she says, twirling the collar around her finger. Jim walks up to us at this moment, and stops as he sees us both, naked, me dripping wet from the morning shower.

"Jim referees, of course, as usual, won't you darling," Ryoko says, smiling at Jim, who only nods and smiles weakly back. I'm beginning to despise how spineless he's become. Ryoko continues, with an evil grin on her face, "And the contest will have to be... belly punching!"

I remain silent. What did I expect? She seeks every opportunity to stack the deck against me, to further destroy my morale. She wants to crush my will with insurmountable odds. My will is strong – I will fight her regardless, on her terms, and never give up no matter what.

"We'll take turns to punch each other in the belly. After each punch we will have 10 counts in which to retaliate. If either of us cannot make it after 10 counts, then she's the loser. Since I took a punch already, you can have the next one, don't say I'm not a fair person," she says. I want so badly to wipe that smug look off her face.

We move to stand in the middle of the room where there's space. She stretches a bit, lacing her fingers and arching her upper torso towards me, so I can see not only the impressive and perky breasts and erect nipples, but also the rippling muscles underneath the skin, giving her strong curves all over. Her abs are fantastic, and have not deteriorated these three months.

I stretch as well, matching her poses and trying to project confidence, despite the ache in my belly muscles. My abs have improved a lot too, and are almost as good now as they were when I was at my peak a few years back. I catch sight of the both of us in the full-length bedroom mirror on the wardrobe, wide enough to give us a decent view. Overall I think I'm a pretty good match for her, I'm closing the gap of muscularity between us.

Ryoko does the ab and thigh pose, making her abs ripple like a belly dancer, still smirking at me. As I move in to take my first punch she turns to Jim, standing beside us watching with a hungry look on his face, and says, "Count slower for me and faster for her."

"You cunt," I snarl, "You don't get any more shameless do you?"

"Perks of being the mistress of the house, sex slave," she retorts. "Now come on! Standing over your broken defeated body never gets old. I'm going to really enjoy it."

"Enjoy this!" I unleash a straight punch to her abdomen, hitting it with all the force I can muster. My fist connects with a loud SMACK! But... Ryoko doesn't even budge! She sucks in a breath through her teeth, then grins, holding the pose perfectly well.

"You're going to have to do much better to stand a chance, little Katie," she says. Grimly, as Jim begins counting, I quickly adopt the pose and tense my abs as hard as I can. Ryoko measures me with her eyes, waiting out the slow count Jim is giving, then just as he reaches 9, she steps up to me, and launches an uppercut right into the same spot where she punched me earlier.

I gag, and a rush of saliva comes to my mouth that I barely manage to keep from coming out. My eyes begin to water. She's so strong... and she managed to pick that same spot that already was sore... I'm bending over before I know it, gasping and swallowing. I can hear Jim counting, he's already up to 4, the bastard. Ryoko is standing, now in a double bicep pose, flexing confidently. Growling, I steady myself, then unleash another straight right onto her abs. It's like smacking a wall, my knuckles actually hurt. This time however she staggers back slightly, but quickly recovers.

Stepping forward, she flexes her right bicep in front of me to intimidate me, then again uses her close-range uppercut on me. I'm more prepared this time, though it still hurts very much. She must've been a boxer before or something, how does she punch so hard? I've got to endure... I must try to win at least something in front of Jim... can't keep losing everything.

This battle of strength and stamina has continued for more than 15 rounds now. I get slightly less time to recover after each punch I receive, I have to immediately muster myself for my counter attack. I still try to put all the force I can into my arm, but the pain is starting to tell.

I'm now taking my 16th punch. Ryoko is starting to show some of the strain, the cocky look gone from her face. She still looks in better shape than me, though. I catch sight of my face in the mirror and I look exhausted and in excruciating agony, my mouth hanging open slightly and my eyes half-lidded, sweat pouring down my face and my whole body. My vision is blurring with involuntary tears, and my belly feels as if a car has just gone slowly over me on a road. Each and every punch Ryoko lands is on the same spot, which is now red under the skin. My only comfort is that I've tried to do the same and a pink patch is also appearing on her abdomen.

Just before the 10-count I give out a cry and launch my attack. It sinks a bit lower than I intended, since I'm having trouble keeping upright. Ryoko's eyes actually cross, and she goes down on one knee – the first between us to do so! My feeling of triumph is short-lived however: she immediately tells Jim to "stop the count" and while she recovers she says that I cheated and punched below the belt, so Jim must impose a penalty of an extra consecutive punch.

The cheating bitch... but I can do nothing but accept her terms. I must show that I can withstand any amount of punishment she can deal out. Trying to block out the pain, I draw myself up and perform the best crab pose I can, my arms more open than usual to expose my abs. "Do your worst!" I scream in Ryoko's face.

Her uppercut lands higher than before, on my solar plexus. I'm staggering slightly, my pose lost, everything is pain and dizziness. No... can't let her win... I manage to stand firm again, tensing up my whole trembling body, willing myself not to collapse...

She flexes once more, slowly and deliberately, before she punches – a straight arm punch! I can't believe how devastating it is, it's even worse than her uppercut... I'm on the floor, curled up in a ball. I can't move much, I can feel that I'm drooling from the side of my mouth, but I can't stop it. Ryoko's foot rolls me over onto my back, and she puts it right on top of the red patch she created. I can't even lift my upper torso up, my abs hurt too much. Jim finishes the 10-count, and raises Ryoko's arms declaring her the winner. As I blink away the tears streaming from my eyes I see her looking down at me, her left arm held high in the air by Jim, who is looking at her worshipfully, her right arm slowly curling down into a victory flex.

I've lost... again...

And as a further forfeit she traps me in a side leg-scissors while performing a blowjob on Jim. Her muscled thighs crush the last of my resistance out of me, and I writhe helplessly in sheer agony while she blows Jim right in front of my face. Her fingers are laced with mine, trapping my arms. At one point she commands Jim to try out my blowjob to see whose is better. For the first time in weeks I get to suck his cock again, and I try to make the best of it, but Ryoko mercilessly squeezes and squeezes, and it's all I can do not to gag, let alone give a proper one. Jim withdraws from my mouth, shaking his head looking disappointed, and willingly gives it to Ryoko again, who keeps me subdued with no problem as she blows him. Then she asks, who gives the better blowjob? Jim's answer, that it's her, breaks my heart and crushes my spirit.

When I step into the gym area for my workout with Penny and Jessie, I'm wearing a halter top and tight workout shorts. They gasp as they see me, and I grimace, knowing why – my belly is showing some slight bruising from the morning's contest with Ryoko. After I tell them what happened, they seem infuriated and concerned for me in equal measure. I assure them that I'm fine, just that I probably won't be able to do direct ab work today. I will have to strengthen my midriff though, in the days to come.

"Well, well, well – if it isn't the former arm wrestling champion Miss Muscle Katie! How far the mighty have fallen," comes a hoarse sneering voice that we all find very familiar. We all turn to glare at the girl who's come up to us. My former best friend turned nemesis, Michelle.

Michelle was together with me in school, we were classmates and best friends. She was always a bit on the plump side – looking at her now, I think she has now grown to become outright fat – and tried to compensate by joining the school rowing team. Because of her diet, however, which continued being an indulgent one, Michelle didn't lose weight or become slimmer at all, but instead became a rather husky individual. She did have a muscular physique but it was all covered under a layer of fat.

But that all changed when a playful challenge turned serious in a wrong way. There was a guy whom she was interested in, and whom she wanted to impress in the worst way. He too seemed quite fond of her, and told her it was because she was stronger than she looked, which he found attractive. There was one day when we had a round of arm wrestling in the class, just for fun, and Michelle and I ended up crushing all the girls and defeating all the boys, with varying difficulty. Eventually only the two of us were the undefeated ones, and everyone watched as we faced off across a table.

It was a long hard match that went back and forth, but eventually I won when her endurance finally crumbled and I took a big lead, pulling her down past the halfway point of no return. I still remember the look of humiliation in her eyes after I beat her. Worse yet was when the boy lost interest in her and started to go after me instead, which I tried to decline at first because I simply wasn't interested. Also, I didn't want to betray her. But she still saw it as a betrayal anyway, and we were soon no longer friends.

So now, even though I wish it weren't the case, she regards me as her nemesis. But what does she mean by saying how the mighty have fallen? Can it be that she...

"I had a nice coffee out with your friend Ryoko the other day. Heard a lot about her and Jim. Imagine my shock... the mighty Katie, unable to hold on to her man, because she just isn't strong enough..."

"You shut your mouth, fatty!" my sister Jessie snarls, standing up with fists balled. Penny stands up too, and they glare at Michelle, who folds her arms nonchalantly.

"You may call me what you like, but at least I know I'm better than this weakling here!" she smirks, cocking her blubbery chin at me. "How about it, Katie, let's see who the stronger woman is, right here, right now!"

My blood is up at her words, and recklessly I answer, "Fine by me, bitch!" with a toss of my head.

She points to an empty studio with a mat, and says, "Come on then, if you're not too scared."

We all enter the studio, and Penny and Jessie sit down beside the mat. Michelle and I face each other. She's really grown heavier since I last saw her. Her belly is poking out through her own exercise outfit... although I can't help but notice her belly doesn't wobble so much, perhaps it's actually some tough muscle underneath. She fixes her hair, and I notice the blubber on her arms. Confidently, I do up my hair as well, taking the chance to show off my toned arms, which she notices with flashing eyes.

"Come... whoever can push the other off the mat is the winner," she says, dropping in to a crouch. Effectively she's offering a sumo match – typical of her, to try and stack the deck her way, knowing she has to make use of her massive weight advantage.

But I can't back down from the challenge, so I just nod and crouch as well. She adopts a sumo wrestler's pose, which almost seems silly, and then in one fluid motion strips off her top, letting her large pendulous breasts hang free. I see Penny and Jessie's jaws drop open, this is a public place after all! There're only a few people out there right now, but surely at some point someone will notice...

Michelle flexes proudly, displaying her naked upper torso, seemingly completely unashamed. "Prepare to be crushed, little Katie!" she crows in that annoying hoarse voice of hers.

I decide that I should match her gesture. Taking a deep breath, I strip my top off too. Outside the studio, I hear someone call excitedly, "Hey! My god I don't believe it, you guys gotta see this! Come quick, I'm telling ya! There's two topless chicks in there about to go at it!"

In a flash, there's a gaggle of men and a few women gathered outside the studio, gaping at us. Michelle only smiles confidently, seeming to drink in the attention. I try to feel less self-conscious about my bare upper torso on public display like that, and focus on taking Michelle out of the mat.

Our hands slowly come together, and we link our fingers, pushing against each other to the sides. Our heads rest on each other's shoulders as we brace our upper torsos against each other. Immediately I can feel the immense pushing force Michelle is putting forth, with those thunder thighs of hers, and my feet slip back a few inches. I try to pedal my legs forward, my feet scrabbling a bit for purchase before I manage to stabilize myself. I feel every muscle in my body strain against Michelle as we both try to push each other back.

Dimly I can hear cheering from the audience, and from Penny and Jessie as well. It seems some actually like the prospect of me being defeated by Michelle, while others just remark on my muscled figure. It seems to be a "fit girl vs fat girl" match in their minds, and some of them seem to want me, the "fit girl", humiliated in front of them.

I push even harder, gritting my teeth, unwilling to give them or Michelle that satisfaction. I can hear Michelle grunting with effort, and I can feel her large arms slowly pushing mine back. Damn... how can they be so strong, they're mostly fat... or are they...?

I break the grip, and our hands come together around each other's bodies. Now it's more like a sumo match than ever, with the two of us tussling around.

Then I feel a stab of pain in my torso, especially my bruised abdomen, as I twist it badly aggravating the injuries Ryoko inflicted on me. Michelle and I are face to face, and I see her eyes light up in realization as she feels me flinch in a weird way.

"Ohh... your abs... aren't too hot, are they?" she murmurs, grinning ferally.

"Better than... your whale blubber..." I snarl back a bit breathlessly, still trying to hold her weight back. It is like holding back the weight of a steamroller.

"Let's see about that..." she growls. Then she wraps her arms around my waist, and suddenly I am almost lifted off my feet as her arms constrict around my torso like boa constrictors.

"Aaaarrrgh..." this choked cry is forced from my lips. Penny and Jessie are on their feet, urging me to free myself, to squeeze back, not to give up. The rest of the audience are just hooting at seeing us breast to breast like this.

I can feel the agony of being bearhugged... silently I curse Ryoko again, for weakening me so much with this morning's belly punching contest. This is so unfair... now Michelle is attacking my most vulnerable body part of the moment. I have to somehow get back at her...

Fighting through the pain I wrap my arms around her, and reciprocate, turning this into a bearhug contest. I find I can barely lock my wrists around her back, whereas she is clasping her forearms tightly, squeezing my trim abdomen. I flex my arms as hard as I can, trying to make my strength felt through the layers of fat on her body.

But I don't seem to be having much of an effect. I can feel both our bodies trembling against each other, pressed together tightly with no space in between our flesh. Her arms are crushing me... her much bigger breasts are overwhelming my smaller ones... being pressed against her body is like being crushed against a cushioned, but still solid, wall. The pain in my abdomen is making it hard to think...

Slowly I'm starting to slump. I try to gasp for air, to take a full breath, but Michelle relentlessly applies her crushing pressure on me. With every exhalation from me her arms seem to close around me a millimeter more. Before I know it, my hands have fallen to my sides... I can't even raise or tense them anymore. I feel my head lolling backwards, and her face hovers into view. She is wearing a look of sadistic enjoyment on her fat, lumpy face. I must be a sight right now – watery eyes, red cheeks, mouth hanging open... perhaps the drool is dripping from my mouth too...

"How do you like it now, huh, Miss Muscles? Who's stronger now?" she crows loudly to my face, and so that everyone can hear.

"Yeah! Show that skinny bitch what a real woman can do!" comes a cry from the audience. "Those muscles are just for show, man... look at her, she's so weak!"

I can see Penny and Jessie looking furiously at the crowd and shouting back indignantly in my defence, but it's no use. I'm letting them down... again.

Mercifully, Michelle suddenly releases me from the bearhug, and I slump against her, gulping and gasping, unable to stand properly without leaning on her like this. She grabs my biceps, and begins to push. I recall that I am standing almost at the mat, and desperately I brace my feet, grab her arms, and try to resist.

But I'm too much weakened already... she easily forces me right to the edge of the mat, my feet straining desperately not to go over. Then she slips her arms around me again, this time pinioning both my arms to my side, and with a heave she picks me up off the floor. I'm helpless to resist, as she steps slowly to the edge of the mat, and lower me down again, my feet landing off the mat, meaning I've lost, in the most humiliating way possible.

Michelle steps away from me and starts posing to the cheering and leering audience, raising her flabby arms in victory, while I slump to my knees clutching my belly, feeling the hot tears of shame spring to my eyes. Penny and Jessie come over to comfort me, but all I can see is Michelle's preening, strutting form as she turns around to face me. From the look in her eyes I can see that she has gotten a sort of closure: she has avenged her defeat all those years ago, that I inflicted on her.

And now, to think that she and Ryoko are in communication... that she knows everything I have been through these past few months, my secret shame, and my ongoing domestic humiliation...

No! I cannot let this pass. I rise slowly to my feet, locking gazes with Michelle. The pain in my belly makes me hunch over clutching my midriff. The bruising given by Ryoko's punching this morning will take longer for me to recover from now... thanks to this fat bitch who used to be my best friend.

"Rematch. One month," I say, grimly and succinctly, through gritted teeth.

"Fine, loser," she smirks.

While she struts away to the showers, her large breasts swaying from side to side, I sit down to catch my breath and regain energy. Penny and Jessie sit on either side of me, glaring at the audience members still hanging around, some of whom are muttering disparaging remarks in my direction.