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Who will win the fight? SSBBW woman vs slim man Do you think a very obese woman (5'4 "-5'10" and 350 pounds) would be able to beat a tall skinny man (eg 6'3 "and 170 pounds) in a fight? SSBBW would have a huge mass advantage, but would it translate into strength? In my opinion, yes In wrestling, grappling, a guy wouldn't pick her up or take her down, and she could take him down easily. In boxing / K-1 the chances would be more even, but if a woman punch him in the face he would have to be knocked out. After all, weight translates into the strength of the punch. What's your opinion? Who would win?

I have been thinking about you for the last few days. I wrestle a bit with the idea of bringing you up. Lest I forget, I’m higher up in the work food chain than you. You’re just in IT, but I’m an executive. I saw you for the first time a couple of days ago and I knew that I had to use you for my amusement. What could be better than a skinny new boy toy for me to play with? I call down to your department and hear your voice on the other end, “Hello, IT.” “Yes,” I start commandingly, “There’s an issue with my monitor. I need someone up here now.” “Well, what seems to be the nature of-“ “Didn’t you hear me?” I interrupt you. “I told you to come up here now.” I don’t like that you think you have a choice. “Yes Ma’am! Right away!” You hung that phone up pretty quickly. I sit my oversized ass in my oversized chair until you finally arrive, you seem out of breath. “Ah yes, finally. I need you to take a look at this monitor.” I say while standing up and walking over to you. I notice you staring at me, taking in my size. I walk up to you, you’re so tiny compared to me. Your head only comes up to my chin so not only do I have my weight, my height is also superior to your tiny form. I’m probably a good 4 times your size I reckon. After you spend a few seconds staring I say, “See anything you like?” and break you from your trance. “Oh! Uhh sorry ma’am.” You try to walk past me quickly, but when you get to my side, I hip check you. Its a playful bump on my end, but you being as small as you are compared to my size, lose your balance and fall to the floor. “Oops! Better watch your step.” I say playfully, giving you a wink. You scramble up and head over to the desk. As you do so, I close the door to my office giving me the privacy I need for some play time. “Hmm the monitor isn’t coming on at all,” you question. I walk back over to the desk while you sit down to check something under my desk. Right where I want you. “Okay,” you begin explaining. “It looks like, oh, it looks like you unplugged your monitor? But it’s pretty much fixed now.” You then motion back up from under the desk, seeing your dream, soon to be nightmare, come true. Me, facing away from you with my ass right in front of your face while you’re still sitting in my wide chair. Right where I want you. “Uhh... I think I should be-“ but it’s too late, right before you finish, I drop my large ass right on top of your lap, full weight. Your arms underneath my cheeks, struggling to get free. “Oh you’re so cute,” I say with a hint of lust. “Thinking that you can lift me off. Do you have any idea how heavy I am compared to you? Struggle all you want.” “Ma’am please!” You struggle to get the words out. “You’re too heavy, my legs-“ You get cut off by me leaning back against your chest and face. My back rolls, covering you completely, still glad I opted for the oversized chair that can still hold my weight. “You know, if anyone walked in right now, they wouldn’t even notice you under me haha!” I giggled to myself. I raise up from the chair listening to your desperate gasp for breath. “Okay, what should we do next?” I question out loud. “Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone.” “Haha!” I give out a booming laugh. “Thinking you can tell me what to do? Not only can you not physically stop me, but I’ll have you fired if you tried something so stupid. Now let’s get you up, shall we?” It’s time for me to make this experience a little more personal. I take my shirt off, revealing my large, creamy white, hanging belly. To make things even, I take one hand and grab a good portion of your shirt collar and rip it off, both of us standing there, completely topless. Since your legs are sore, I figured I would help pick you up. Well, into a bear hug that is. “Haha! I can’t believe how light you are!” I exclaim. “Please... can’t...” you are barely making any coherent words since my strong arms are wrapped around you, leaving your arms free, but pressed up against my fat. I’m certain you can feel the heat emanating from my giant belly, completely pressed up against your stick thin torso, practically absorbing you into my flesh. I feel your arms trying to get their grip onto my shoulders to try and stop me, but you can’t get any leverage to do so. Then I grip you even tighter squeezing out that last bit of breath you were holding. Lifting you like this has made us the same height at least. “You know something? There is something I’ve always wanted to try, but never had the chance until this exact moment.” I say coyly. You just stare into my menacing smile as I walk towards the wall of the office, taking my time so I can get maximum enjoyment from seeing your red face surprised with how easily I was able to transform you into my afternoon boy toy. “Let’s give this a shot.” I say as I approach the wall, I press you up against it and slowly release my grip on you from my arms, transferring it to my belly. You are able to stay in place against the wall, with my giant stomach pressing against you, wrapped around your skinny body with my fat circling you and pressing against the wall on either side. “Wow! I wasn’t sure if I was able to do that! I can feel someone is loving this though. Don’t pretend that I can’t feel your hard-on pressed against my belly.” “Ma’am, I’m not going to say anything. Just let me go!” You beg me. “I’ll tell you what,” I bargain, “if you can push me off of you, I’ll let you go.” Your face turns to even further surprise. Your arms are pinned down, your whole body is suspended off the floor by a few inches, only being held by my massive belly. How will you ever get free? “You can keep struggling, I like it when they struggle.” I say with a deep sigh at the end, clearly enjoying this myself. You continue to push and writhe while your body is consumed by my fat, but it’s no use. I can feel your chest and ribs starting to bend inwards while I ever so slowly lean more and more weight into you. After a 2 minute struggle, I take a step back and you fall to your knees on the floor, coughing for breath and clutching your rib cage. “Haha, oh is somebody hurt?” I laugh at you. “You can’t do this to me you... you cow!” You instinctively yell back, beginning to get angry. “Oh I beg to differ, tiny man. I’m so much bigger than you so I can do whatever I want. My fat body is just stronger and better than your insignificant one so I actually can do whatever I want. Here, let me prove it.” After my lecture, I lean forward and pick you up, throwing you over my fat shoulder with force so that your face hits my fat ass. “Now if I, ‘can’t do this,’ as you said, then why don’t you try to get free now.” I say softly. It’s clear that my lust is growing. I just love comparing our bodies and seeing how much bigger and stronger I am than you. You begin to struggle and pound your fists on my backside, if I were a skinny girl, it would probably hurt me, but my beautiful flab gives me soft armor that your weak arms couldn’t even begin to hurt me through. “See?” I say while you are kicking and punching. “You can’t even break my hold on you while I’m carrying you around. What chance do you have otherwise? In fact, why don’t I get some exercise and get some steps in?” “Jesus! You’re too strong, you’re crushing my stomach into your shoulder!” you yell again. I just laugh and continue to walk around the office with you tossed over my shoulder. It’s almost comical how little you look over my broad shoulders and body. Every step I take with you carried, you can feel the tightness around your midsection. I exaggerate my footfalls so my shoulder digs into you further and further, I’m sure it feels like getting multiple uppercuts to your stomach. You continue to kick and push to get some relief from me, but it’s no use. You are essentially as strong as a child is to an adult when you are in this position. Completely helpless and embarrassed that a girl could ever do this to you, but I’m much more than any ordinary girl. I am a giantess, walking around proudly with my latest prize. “Okay, let’s try something else.” I say, and as I finish that statement, I lean forward slightly, then push upright, grab your arms and pull your upper body over my other shoulder to get you in a fireman carry. “Oh my god, I can barely feel your weight now. It really does amuse me how little you weigh. I am basically four of you!” This is probably the best recreation I’ve had all week. “Now, instead of going to the gym today, maybe I can get my squats in early.” I say. I then squat down low and rise back up. Your arms and legs are starting to get tired and I notice them giving up some fight. You are just in a helpless position for me to do whatever I want to you, and treating you like my own personal squat rack is just one hobby I have in mind. “…and 30! Phew, usually I squat a lot heavier so I decided to make up for the reps this time to accommodate the small weight, haha!” I toy with you. “Alright, there’s just one more thing I need from my new favorite IT department.” I then lay your tired body onto my desk with your head on one end, stretched out fully across my elegant desk. I come around to where your head is, you look up at me completely frightened of what will happen next, as well you should be. “Alright then, I had a good time with you today, but I think we can end things here. Don’t worry, you’ll survive this, but I think I’ve had my fill today. I’ll see you next time little man.” I explain, “Wait, what are-“ you are then immediately cut off by me lifting my belly up with my strong arms and dropping it over your head and chest. After I do this, I lean forward more, letting my belly spread over you, totally consuming more of your torso. My belly extends from your head, going all the way down past your elbows on the desk. It probably feels like your head and torso are being consumed by a giant and warm sandbag, completely encasing you as you feel as though I’m literally absorbing you into my fat body. As I lean more weight onto you, I also hear the desk creaking from the sudden weight being applied to it. “Mmmm yeah, this is nice...” I moan softly. I just love seeing your little body, squirming under my belly. Even my stomach is just too much weight to handle as I notice more of your panic setting in. Your arms are heavily pinned so you can’t push my fat off and your legs are only kicking, trying to get any leverage for you to escape, but all I have to do is stand here and lean on you. I’m not pinning you down with any of my strong muscle, I’m just standing here like the goddess that I am, keeping you pinned down with my flab. “That’s right, keep struggling my slave...” I moan again, slowly rubbing my giant boobs and enjoying your whimpers and feeling you struggle against my body. Finally, your struggle dies down and I step back lifting my belly off you. You are still alive like I promised, but you are out of it for sure. A lot of oxygen was taken away by your goddess. “You nearly passed out there, haha! Okay little man, I’m going out for lunch now. I had a good time with you, and trust me…this won’t be the last time.” I put on my shirt, grab my purse and open the office door, still leaving you on my desk topless while you cough to breathe. Just before I walk out, I say, “Oh and make sure that monitor is working by the time I come back, haha!”