The following is an excerpt from a lengthy piece I wrote a few years back. A 6'6" 396 pound girl named Alice, an eighteen year old girl bully, has headed over to a sexy twenty-eight year old teacher's apartment to warn her about flunking and suspending a friend of hers. Debbie Preston, an English teacher who is only 5'4" and 112 pounds, is preparing to go out to a country bar on a week night. She doesn't know this girl because the girl is not in her class. But she's heard about this brutal monster. And as she steps out of the shower and gets ready for a night on the town, she's about ready to get the surprise of her life. And this is one unfortunate predicament that she won't soon forget:
Debbie buttoned her shirt up again and revealed just the tops of her breasts. Debbie’s breasts were relatively small, but they looked perfectly proportionate on her petite figure. Debbie eyed herself with admiration in the mirror. Her hair was feathered out more than usual. It looked sexy on her. Hopefully, the guys liked it.
Someone pounded on the door again. It was the third time. Debbie thought about ignoring it. She didn’t like to answer the door after dark. It could be just one of the guys trying to sell her The Columbus Dispatch, which she already received every day. Those people kept such terrible records.
“Just a minute,” Debbie shouted, as she found her blue bandana and tied it around her neck. Debbie peeked through the eyeglass but didn’t see anyone. She then unlocked the door and opened it. She had just taken a step outside, when someone grabbed her by her sore arm and back of her neck and shoved her back inside her apartment.
In a painful flash, Debbie got whirled around and slammed against the wall. The second time, a wave of dizziness struck her as her head flew back and banged against the wall, immediately knocking an indentation into the dry wall. Seconds later, she felt her body being lifted as the large, blurry mass in front of her picked her up under the arms, hurled her to her right and slammed her back-first against the front door. The door slammed shut as Debbie felt the breath leave her body.
When the hellish spinning and one-sided wrestling match finally ended seconds later, Debbie found herself staring up at some huge teenage girl who was built like an NFL lineman. The girl’s immense hands now covered Debbie’s mouth and her fingers clutched her cheeks so tightly, she thought her jaw would be crushed. Debbie’s head was pinned against the door. The girl had her immobilized as she peered above the mammoth’s hand and stared up at the enormous dark eyes that were boring a hole through her. The girl towered over her by at least a foot. Her face was as round as the moon—the appearance of which alone galvanized her with fear. Debbie gasped and squeaked out a whimper, breathing for the first time after getting the wind knocked out of her. Her jaw slackened but the girl still had a firm grasp on it.
“Who are you?” Her voice was muffled by the girl’s mitt—part of which was now partly in her mouth.
Debbie thought she tasted chocolate. “Get out of my apartment!”
With the knock on the head it had taken her a second to recognize Alice. She’d never seen her up close, but the girl was even bigger than she imagined. And the monster girl might’ve just given her a concussion.
Debbie tried to squirm but the only thing that moved was her right cowboy boot. It arced up a few inches then fell backward, as her heel kicked the door. Perhaps it was a futile self-defense reaction, a weak attempt to kick the giant girl that now held her prisoner. But she slowly placed her boot on the tile area of the floor and continued staring at the teenager.
The girl smirked. Debbie looked away, then down. The girl was hideous. She could no longer stare at her. The girl slowly raised her fat leg and stepped on Debbie’s boot with her giant gym shoe—hands still gripping her mouth, the walls of her cheeks nearly forced together. Excruciating pain lanced through Debbie’s toes. The tall, fat girl applied more weight, momentarily losing her grip on Debbie’s mouth.
“You’re hurting me,” cried Debbie. “Ohhhhh! Please stop.”
The girl removed her foot. She then lowered her thick arm and trapped Debbie against the door with her large belly, hands propped on the door on both sides of Debbie’s head. She grabbed both of Debbie’s shoulders, sinking her fingers into the flesh of her collarbone. Debbie’s chin dropped to her upper chest. Her legs felt rubbery. She couldn’t see anything below the bust line of her shirt, except the top half of the girl’s jersey. Debbie perused the red letters that said Madison Girl’s Softball as she slowly raised her head and looked up at the girl. Her heart skipped a beat as soon as her eyes met those of the teen’s, who was now snarling at her.
“You Miss Preston?” the girl said in a husky voice, scanning her breasts and slender frame as she backed up enough for Debbie to catch her breath. Debbie felt as if she would fall flat on her face if the girl backed up any farther. Her legs wobbled. Debbie gawked at the girl—unaware that her jaw was slackened again and her mouth wide open. This girl was the epitome of pituitary freaks—oversized bones, swollen cheeks, thick brows, lips and nose. And those hateful, wretched eyes were just downright frightening. Debbie looked down again but the girl grabbed her chin, elevated it and shoved her head against the door.
“Ouch,” said Debbie, who already had a knot on the back of her head. She closed her eyes tightly and sank her top teeth into her bottom lip to fight the pain. She respired heavily. White stars danced before her as she blinked her eyes. The girl held Debbie’s chin just above the throat as Debbie stood with her arms hanging limply at her sides. The girl raised her hand, squeezed Debbie’s cheeks and pried her teeth apart, slackening her jaw.
“I’m going to ask you again and you’re going to answer. Understand?” Debbie nodded but could only move her head slightly. The giantess nodded it for her. “That’s a good girl. Now, are you Miss Preston?”
“Yes,” said Debbie, her voice again muffled by the girl’s thick palms.
“Good. Do you have a student named Claire Whalen in your class?”
Debbie squirmed, but the girl immediately threw her hip into Debbie’s solar plexus and knocked the wind out of her again. Debbie’s knees buckled and she slid down the door a few inches. The girl grabbed her under the armpits and lifted her against the door, holding her up a few seconds. Debbie’s boots dangled a few inches off the floor tiles.
“Don’t try that again.” She dropped Debbie to her feet and grabbed her mouth again. “I don’t want to hurt you. Claire asked me to come by and see if you’d reconsider the suspension. Understand?” Debbie nodded. “Now, you can make this difficult or easy—it’s up to you.” The girl removed her hand from Debbie’s jaw.
“You can’t tell me how . . .”
The bruiser punched Debbie in the stomach and instantly knocked her to her knees. The behemoth then waddled forward, bent down and grabbed the back of her blond mane; and jerked her head back. Debbie was now gawking up slack-jawed at the huge girl from her knees. The bottom of Alice’s belly (actually her crotch) hovered six inches above her head. Debbie’s arms hung limply at her sides—her back arched, fingertips curled on the floor, the ass cheeks of her blue jeans resting against her boot heels.
“Miss Preston, I know you’re not a stupid woman. Now, are you going to cooperate, teach, or do you want some more? I can keep this up all night.” Through clenched teeth Alice tugged back on Debbie’s hair. Debbie’s mouth shot open as she grimaced in agony.
“Please! Oh, God, I’ve had enough,” Debbie said weakly. “You win. I’ll cancel the suspension.”
“Good girl,” said Alice. She released her grip on Debbie’s hair and stepped back—her amorphous blob still hovering above Claire’s tiny English teacher.
Debbie’s chest heaved as she sobbed into her hands, still on her knees, head down. Alice smiled–her face ballooning out. “By the way, Claire would like her grade changed, too. She said a B would be good. What do you think?”
Debbie still had her face in her hands. She felt humiliated. She wanted to die. The girl grabbed Debbie’s thin wrists with both hands and pried her arms apart. She clutched Debbie’s chin and lifted her head back again. Debbie stared straight up at the girl’s round face, which had reddened a bit as she struggled to catch her breath. Bending over was obviously difficult for her.
“I asked you a question, Miss Priss . . . I mean Miss Preston. Will you change Claire’s grade to a B?”
Debbie looked up with tears in her eyes. “No way will I change her grade to a B. You can kill me if you want. I won’t change her grade.” Debbie was trembling. She thought the girl was going to pummel her senseless as she glared at her with those evil eyes.
“Well, we can discuss that later.” She released Debbie’s chin and stood straight up. The girl then pointed at her. “For now, the suspension is off. And for your sake, I hope you keep your end of the bargain. If so, I don’t have a problem with you. If not, I’ll be back . . . and it’ll be worse next time. I can promise you that.”
“Oh, one last thing–I wasn’t here. If you tell anyone I was here, I’ll be back again. Understand?”
Debbie nodded. She was kneeling but now watched the girl. The giant teen smiled at her.
“Nice belt buckle,” she said. She bent her massive form at the waist, reached down and ran her fingers over the words and horse on the buckle. Debbie swallowed and turned her head. She blinked a few times as she eyed the girl from her peripheral vision. “You a cowgirl or something?” She smiled at Debbie—her full face beaming—as she stared down at Debbie and waited for a response.
“Yes. I was a barrel racer when I was in high school.”
“Good deal.” The girl admired Debbie’s ensemble for a second; then she turned around, opened the door and left without looking back.
Debbie knelt for a few more seconds and caught her breath. She then fell to her side—her face now flat against the cold, hard tiles of the entryway floor. Her throat ached and her cheeks felt numb where the girl had squeezed them. Debbie writhed and cried on the floor. It was twenty minutes before she got to her feet. She stumbled a couple of times on the way to the kitchen.
“Oh, God.” She drank a glass full of water and gasped. Her entire body trembled. Her stomach hurt and her jaw was now numb. “I can’t go out like this.”
She walked to the bathroom and gazed into the mirror. Her makeup was smeared and her hair was mussed up. And in addition to the bruised sternum and head, she now had thick, red rings around her neck and more streaks across both cheeks. She limped to the phone and dialed Jane’s number. She wasn’t home so Debbie left a message. She said she couldn’t make it tonight.
Debbie lay on the couch for the next twenty minutes, knees tucked to her chest and arms crossed. All she could hear was the pounding of her heart and ringing of her ears. Then the stereo downstairs thumped on.
What kind of place was this? Debbie thought. I’ve got two gigantic teen girls after me—one in my class and one a friend of hers. And the one is going to come back and hurt me more if I don’t let her friend back in school. Maybe getting back into teaching wasn’t such a good idea after all. She obviously couldn’t handle it. And the pay sucked.
Debbie replayed the fight all night and didn’t sleep. How could she have defended herself better? The girl was tall, athletic and as fat as a barn door. She outweighed her by at least two hundred and fifty pounds. But Debbie was skilled in kickboxing. She thought about it more. It was two A.M. She finally let it go. The girl had blind-sided her with the attack. She didn’t have a chance to react. But even if the two had met on the street somewhere face-to-face, the girl would easily flatten her. She was just too big and strong.
