Tina's Run by Danni at daialy@yahoo.com

My name is Tina. You have met me before. The overweight girl who sits by herself and doesn't seem to fit in with any crowd, and is horrible in social situations. At least that is who I was.

Over the past six months I decided that changes were necessary. Lasix surgery on my eyes. A workout routine that included running, weights and a decent diet. Over the six months 50 lbs was shed away down to about 140, and I was amazed to find that 34c-26-36 shape was able to be part of my 5'6” frame. True I didn't have washboard abs, and still had some work on my butt to do, but gone was the flab that used to be there, and some people were beginning to notice.

With my newfound look, and self-discipline, I started to be able to interact much better. I found a small circle of friends who I socialized with. I wasn't as nervous, and was beginning to realize there was more out there to be done that hide in my own world. Unfortunately there are some that won't let go of the past. Julie was that for me. No matter how much better I though I was doing, she would send me away almost in tears. She was two inches taller than me, and had that athletic shape. You know strong muscular legs, tight stomach, not much on top except for her arms and shoulders. She always seemed to be surrounded by her friends. Outnumbered and feeling alone I was left with no choice but to keep walking and except the verbal barrage.

By my house there is a trail I like to run on. I was on my way home, two thirds of a three-mile jog complete. To my surprise Julie was running towards me. Now as I have run this route for months now, not once have I ever come into contact with her out here. I think she noticed me before I did her, but I did notice that she was alone. As I got closer Julie stopped and waited for me.

“Surprise, Surprise, cows, really do enjoy life in the fields”

“Fuck you Julie”

“Look try all you want you aren't going to fix the fact that you are just worthless and fat”

Now I don't know what came over me, because not once have I ever been in a fight, hell I haven't even wrestled anyone before. But this was the first time I had been alone with Julie before and I figured it was time to take advantage. So with all my might, with my right hand, I slapped her across her face. The stunned look as she reached for her cheek was priceless. Best of all she wasn't ready for the second slap with my left. With that I pressed my forehead onto her chest and threw as many punches as I could into her stomach. My weight thrown onto hers caused us to fall backwards. Soon we were a pile on the ground. Me on top, slapping her hard across the face, while Julie struggled to block them. Finally Julie managed to struggle out from under me and separate herself. “Not feeling so tough now are you Julie. Lot different without your friends.”

We both stood up and Julie looked at me stunned at what I had done. I immediately went after her again. But this time Julie was ready. She stepped aside and punched me as hard as she could in my stomach. All air left my lungs and I fell to my knees. As I tried to figure out what had just happened, another fist slammed into the side of my head right between my eye and ear. And then another hit my left breast sending me over backwards. Not knowing what to do, I got up to run away. But Julie caught me by my T-shirts collar. I struggled with all my might to get away, but all it did was tear right off my back, and soon I was once again falling to the ground.

Julie was on me immediately, pushing my face in the ground, punching my sides doing whatever it took to get me to roll over. With not much strength left I was soon on my back with Julie sitting on me. She slapped my face, punched my breasts and stomach, over and over each bringing on more pain. My answer was nothing. “Please stop, please,” I cried over and over again.

Tears down my face and barely able to breathe, I heard Julie say, “Why the hell are you wearing a sports bra anyway, a fat cunt like you doesn't need it.” She then reached and pulled my bra over my head. But in order get it over my head; she had to release my arms. In that brief moment I grabbed at her with all my might. My left hand landing on her right breast, my right on her left. I grabbed hold and squeezed with what strength I had left. Julie screamed and fell backwards. I got to my knees, and although topless tried to get back on my feet.

Julie was too quick. She reached out and grabbed for my waist. She missed my sweats, but managed to grab a handful of my panties, and pull she did. Again, I was on the ground. She punched each of my exposed breasts then stood up still holding onto my panties. Soon I could feel the fabric riding up my ass, then it was in my pussy, the pain was building but luckily they tore.

Once more I was on the ground. Topless with my panties waistband hanging around my breasts. Julie just laughed. I could barely see through the tears when the punch landed on my stomach. Then one more for each breast. “Please, no more, please stop”.

The punches stopped and I rolled over face down on the ground trying to protect my chest and stomach. “Tina's been a bad girl and now has been punished.” With out any strength left I realized what was about to happen. Julie picked me up laid me across her lap and pulled down my sweat pants. The open hand hit my ass hard but there was nothing I could do. Twenty more spanks and it was done. “I think I'll keep these,” and she removed my sweats and jogged home.

Me, when I could breathe again, lowered my torn panties around my waist so I could try and cover some of my parts. Quite frankly the cool air on my still stinging bright red ass felt good. I couldn't find my t-shirt, and my chest hurt too much to put my bra back on. I must have been an interesting sight for anyone who saw me on that last mile home, but I don't recall running into anyone, and it was dark when I finally got home. I didn't tell anyone what happened, but I figured Julie wasn't going to be silent about it.