Author's note: The story is inspired by a website featuring women wrestling, with the winner having her way sexually with the loser afterward. Part 1 is lots of exposition on how the two ladies become lovers and how Amy changes as she loses weight, while part 2 has most of the sex itself.
Amy's Evolution: Part 1
I believe martial arts saved my life. Brazilian Jiu Jitsu (BJJ) to be specific. It saved me from obesity, low self-esteem, and it even stopped a rape once.
I love both the qualities on the inside that make me who I am and the way I look on the outside. But it took a while for me to get here. I grew up fat. No, not just fat. Obese. The problem started in about sixth grade and got worse through the cruel years of junior high and high school. I lacked confidence because of this, and that in turn made me more shy, so I didn't have much personality to compensate for the fat rolls. It was a vicious negative feedback loop. Making matters worse for my self-esteem, I went through high school with newly divorced parents. I became more of a pawn in their war than a daughter to them.
I never got asked out in high school. Not once. I was a natural red head, but instead of embracing my uniqueness like I should have, I was just embarrassed. I thought the fair skin and freckles just made me uglier. The extra tonnage seemed to hit me in all the wrong places, quickly giving me a double chin and hiding any semblance of a waist. The only thing I had going for me was a large rack. But my overweight condition just made them seem obnoxious to me. Instead of perky, proportionate breasts, I had jugs. I felt like a heifer with oversized udders and back pain. The boys must have seen it the same way, because they weren't exactly beating down the door to come after me.
College was better. It was easier to make friends as my peers matured also and looked past outer appearances. I studied hard and always got great grades while holding down a part time job, and I began to realize that I was likely going to have a successful career if I continued to apply myself. My self esteem began to grow. My personality blossomed, and I developed a quick sense of humor. I was less afraid to talk to people. But I continued to neglect my health. I just had no interest or willpower to work out or eat healthy. I used that a convenient excuse for why I had lots of guy friends but no lovers by my senior year. The truth was, I didn't even really care. I wasn't interested in having sex. I didn't seem to have any hormonal urges at all to drive me. The urge to study or eat dessert was stronger than the urge to spread my legs. I graduated college a total virgin. I hadn't even given myself my first orgasm, let alone had a man do it for me.
I was fortunate enough to land a job right away. I moved halfway across the country to Richmond as a 22 year-old entry-level professional. I worked my ass off for about six months, earning a good reputation and securing my place in the company as a valued employee. But every day it got harder to look in the mirror. I realized that outside of college it was a lot harder to meet people. I began to think of things like getting married and having kids, which was natural since I was now in the working world. I realized none of that would happen. At this rate, a victory for me would just be living to forty without having a coronary.
The difference now was that I had the willpower and the free time to do something about it. I had just read one of those "think outside the box" self-help books, and I already had tried out a couple of new hobbies and other things that I wouldn't normally do, but these were minor distractions. The big change came at the Mixed Martial Arts gym I passed on the way to work every day. One day I just decided "what the fuck" and went in. I needed to get in shape, but I knew if I just ran on a treadmill every day like a rodent, I would quickly get bored and stay fat forever.
It absolutely sucked for the first month. In addition to there only being a few other women there, I felt like everyone was making fun of me. But I eventually saw that actually these were a great group of folks. They encouraged me. A few of them had been overweight before also. So I stuck with it. It was weird to get sweaty while grappling with men, but after a while it didn't seem so gross anymore. But it was hell. I was choked, arm-locked, had my face ground in the mat and had people suffocate me while laying on top of me. I was in every way made to feel helpless as I learned. It wasn't all bad though, and it steadily got better. This was the most attention I'd gotten from men, even though it wasn't exactly in a romantic way. But even if I wasn't really interested in any of the men I trained with, it was fun to occasionally have them between my legs for the first time!
I noticed after a few weeks my jeans were looser and my face wasn't as bloated. Once I started seeing positive changes, it was easy to find motivation to make more changes to accelerate the process. I started eating better and smiling more. I bought more fashionable clothes. I started growing out my short and bland hairstyle. People at work and at church saw the changes and encouraged me. I continued to train, and the classes just got more fun. I began to occasionally submit some newer men in training with chokes or joint locks. I felt empowered.
After about 30 pounds and eight months of training, I think I was much better looking but still too chunky. I was just barely entering that window where men who liked a lot of curves might not think I was too fat to make it a deal breaker. I got asked out. My first real date wasn't a great one, probably due to my nerves, but it felt awesome to have a guy show interest finally. I soon got a profile on one of those dating websites and went out on a few more first dates. But I just couldn't meet the right guy to move things to the next level. The guys looking for a relationship were picky, and I wasn't interested in the guys I knew were looking for something a little more short-term. But I sure did enjoy finally occasionally getting kissed goodnight, and I became more confident around men.
After a few months of this, I made a big mistake. I accepted a second date at a guy's house that I didn't know that well. Everything seemed great. He was good-looking and charming, and he was a hell of a good cook. I had never been pampered before like this, and his efforts made me feel like a queen and clouded my judgment. We both drank too much. During a brief make-out session on his couch, I let him fondle my breasts over my shirt. Soon my top was off. I knew where this was headed, but I wasn't ready to go all the way. I put on the breaks just as he shoved down his pants and underwear in a blink of an eye, giving me my first look at a real penis in the flesh. He got angry, first joking around, then getting pushy. Before I knew it, he was lying on top of me. I felt his erection poking at my inner thigh as he took just enough weight off me to be able to reach under and fumble with the button on my jeans.
The rest was a blur. I had never been raped before, but I certainly was no stranger to feeling a man's heavier weight on my chest. I was a blue belt in BJJ at this point, and at least had a chance of defending myself against a strong man. I was taller than the average woman too, which helped. I was confused for a few seconds. Was this really happening? Could I be misunderstanding something and this was just some kind of passionate play, and was I supposed to go along? No. I was inexperienced, but not stupid. I remember staying calm and asking several times for him to get off, saying "no" more than once. He didn't comply. By now my button was undone and the zipper down.
I wrapped him up between my legs in the guard position, easy to do since he was trying to force my legs apart anyway. I scooted my hips to the side to go for an arm lock, but we fell off the couch. I ended up on top of him, then quickly wrapped up his arm and fell to the side. With the force of my entire body pressing up against just his weak elbow joint, I easily broke his arm. I felt a weird satisfaction as his elbow made an awful crunching sound. I gave him a few elbows to the face for good measure, then retrieved my top and bra and left his apartment amid a sea of his obscenities and, oddly, apologies. We never spoke again. This was also the first and last time I ever drove home with too much alcohol in me. I felt horrible and lucky when I got home.
That was a valuable lesson for me that made me lose interest in dating for a bit. I remained a virgin, now at 23 years of age. I should have had my first sexual experience by now, because there would be plenty of opportunities if I let myself get involved with a man. I had no religious hangups, although I sometimes wished I did. I did attend church after all. Then I would have the best excuse of all for my puritanism, and maybe be a better person in the process. But I was getting way too interested in sex to stay on the sidelines. I didn't want to wait until I was married for a good fucking, especially since I wasn't sure marriage would ever happen anyway.
I think the aggressive nature of almost daily BJJ training changed my hormones a bit and made me a little horny. I was also far healthier, was not embarrassed by my body as much, and had higher self-esteem, which all worked together to increase my sex drive. Twenty minutes of exploring my curiosity on the Internet got me hooked on porn, and I quickly developed a masturbation habit. Pleasing myself was so much fun that I couldn't believe I had waited this long.
I did that for a few months after the almost-rape incident. The weight continued to come off, and by now I felt I had less than 20 pounds to lose to arrive at my ideal weight. I had a clearly defined waist and just needed to get rid of some pooch in the stomach, fat around the thighs, and an inconvenient double chin. I didn't look that bad anymore from behind. I was pleased with the shape of the cheekbones and other facial features that had emerged from my fat face. My breasts stayed very large, and I began to wear clothes that showed some cleavage. I was definitely getting a lot more looks and compliments now, and I could look in the mirror and humbly tell myself that I was looking at the beginnings of a beautiful woman.
This is when Claudia and I started to spend more time together. Claudia was one of the few other women that I trained with. She started a few months after me and was therefore always at about the same skill level as me. We were the same age and both professionals, but that's where the similarities ended. She was completely ripped from the moment she sauntered into the gym, because she was already a serious kickboxer and just wanted to work on her grappling. She was a gorgeous, outgoing Latina with a very warm and genuine personality.
I still wasn't dating much after the incident. I wasn't avoiding men, but I had cut down my prospects a lot when I deactivated my online dating profile. I wanted more friends to hang out with and fill this free time, so I asked her over to watch a movie and eat dinner. We quickly became friends outside the gym.
I don't think there is anyone on earth besides Claudia that could have gelled with me so well as to instigate the events that came to pass. She was beautiful inside and out and was one of the most interesting people I'd ever met. She had traveled a ton and was fluent in four languages. Unlike me, she dated a lot and put her body to use. As we slowly became best friends, I got a true picture of how slutty she really was. The woman had sampled a lot of cock, and I enjoyed all her stories. She loved sex and had no desire to tie herself down yet. This translated to a lot of well-satisfied men who later had their hearts broken. I slowly began to date again, and we shared stories. Mine were always with a little less detail and focused more on bad first dates. She knew I was more reserved, but I never told her I was still a virgin.
We soon had standing hangouts together on Friday nights if we didn't have dates. We were usually at my place since it was more convenient to our work and the gym, and it always involved a nice dinner and a movie rental. We'd usually watch a chick flick and make fun of the people in it while we drank too much. I looked forward to this night starting on Monday of each week, and I secretly began turning down Friday night dates so we could be together. I think Claudia felt the same way, but she enjoyed a variety of dick so much that she didn't turn down her dates. But she often came over for a night cap afterward if she didn't shack up with whatever lover had her interest since we were both night owls.
I was attracted to Claudia. Ever since I was in elementary school, I can also remember being attracted to women. It was rare and subtle compared with my attraction for men, but with the right combination of personality and gorgeous looks, I would notice a girl and think, "Yeah, I might want to kiss her." For my tastes, Claudia was easily the most beautiful woman in the world. She had long, dark black hair. Her face was fair and freckled like mine, but I was a Midwestern red head and she was an exotic Latina with Spanish roots. We were both relatively tall. I was about 5'10" with Claudia maybe an inch taller. Claudia wore spandex a lot while grappling, and her muscles rippling on her butt cheeks often had a mesmerizing effect on me. She had a tiny waist and flat stomach, with a nice chest that was a lot smaller than mine but would still fill my hand nicely. After months of grappling with her, it was a given that I knew her breast size well since I was pressing against them and accidentally groping her quite a bit.
She also had impeccable style with clothes, and I never knew which version of her I liked more: the spandex-clad, sweaty version, or the made up, elegant version. Both were so attractive and effortlessly seductive. Some might find her too skinny since she had low body fat, but I thought she was perfect. Her butt was tiny, but the muscles gave it enough mass and curves to look great with her tiny waist.
I have no idea if Claudia was attracted to me in that way, whatever "that way" even meant. I just loved being around her and might have liked to kiss and see how that made me feel. I had no idea what potential we had together and how much I would come to feel for this woman. Claudia and I never talked about it. Things never got weird, but they did change. Over time we became so close that it was natural for us to cuddle under a blanket. I was grateful that my small couch, which was really more of a love seat, forced this physical closeness.
We could talk about anything, and after a few drinks it always turned to sex. Claudia loved to talk, so she didn't really notice that I wasn't sharing as much. I think this is why an enormously popular, outgoing woman loved to hang out with little old me on Friday nights. She could be herself and talk about anything in a judgment-free zone. I kept my own details vague enough to fake that I had any experience without lying. After a few months of hanging out, we began a tradition of watching a little porn at the end of the night. Claudia had busted me by finding a bit of it on my computer one night, and we ended up watching some of it together. We both thought it was cool to watch in small doses for a good laugh, and the fact that we typically had a few drinks in us helped.
We drank responsibly. It only took a few to get us more than tipsy, and she sometimes crashed on my couch. I usually drank only on Friday nights. It was never weird. Her "walk of shame" consisted of putting on workout clothes early in the morning and going straight to the gym. That seemed very respectable to me.
We began a rotation where one of us would pick the movie, and the other download in advance the right porn to look at if we got to that point. It was a fun game, and Claudia and I continued to get to know each other and grow close as weeks passed. We enjoyed talking about which guy we thought would be the best guy to screw and why, and then we'd make fun of the girls for various reasons. It was obvious that Claudia evaluated the whole man, but the most heavily weighted variable was how much he was packing. She was definitely a size queen.
One night I decided to be a little risque, and after I ensured Claudia had sufficient red wine lubrication in her, I put on a lesbian scene with Andie Valentino. "Wow, we haven't watched one of these before," Claudia commented. We were cuddled on the couch, her hand on my knee. I don't know on what planet casual, non-sexual female contact among close friends like this would be considered normal, but Claudia and I were just like that now.
"I like this girl. She's the only porn star I would kiss," I said with a giggle. Andie only did lesbian scenes, at least that I could find. The brunette had a gorgeous face and natural breasts that rivaled my own in size. She was famous for her defining characteristic of oversized pussy lips. I also had big lips and was a little self-conscious about it, so seeing her on screen looking beautiful made me feel beautiful about my own body. I just wished I had her ripped physique to go with that chest.
God bless Claudia, she read my mind. "Oh wow, have you kissed a girl before, Amy? I wouldn't have guessed. I thought I knew you," she teased.
"No, never. You?"
She shook her head no. "Nobody asked me before," she said. I looked out of the corner of my eye and she was smiling at me, waiting. And just like that, it happened that easily. We leaned in. Our lips connected, just for a second longer than a peck, then we parted. I stared into her eyes for a second. I wish I could say our first kiss was amazing and we tore our clothes off immediately, but it was nothing like that. It was awkward.
"Ehhh, I don't know," I teased. "I do think you're hotter than all the porn stars we watch, but really, that did nothing for me." A compliment with a dismissal in the same sentence seemed appropriate.
"Yeah, I expected more from you, too," she fired back.
"I'm so disappointed," I added, joking around. I was crushed, but I should have known we couldn't be intimate like this all of a sudden. Perhaps it didn't happen like this in the real world; we had to ease into it. I was grateful I had a partner both willing to try and able to make jokes about it to smooth things over after it bombed. But I wasn't turned off, rather it was just awkward. She was still gorgeous, and I knew I wanted to do it again.
Claudia was ready to leave shortly thereafter. She had stopped drinking and sobered up since she was running a 5k race the next day. I grabbed her arm on the way out and we went for our usual close embrace. "Let's do it one more time just for fun," I said. She was leaving, so there was less pressure.
Our lips met again, and this time they lingered. I felt her breath, sweet and feminine. Our full lips melted together softly. It was different than a man's kiss, or at least the few I'd smooched before. Both of us were soft and unhurried. She paused after a few seconds and came up for air. "One more time, with some tongue," she said. Our lips met again, and this time our mouths opened and her tongue slid into my mouth. I massaged it gently with my tongue before thrusting into her mouth to return the favor. After a few more slippery exchanges we were done. I wanted more, but I sensed I shouldn't push my luck yet.
"Better," I said.
"I would say it has potential. Is this going to make it weird and ruin our friendship?"
No way, I thought. "Nothing will ever ruin our friendship," I said. She smiled. "I don't plan on going any further anyway," I said. "My panties are a little damp, I admit it. But I have my limits." She laughed, probably not realizing I was dead serious about my arousal. "But I do want a kiss goodnight from you every time you walk out my door."