The Rescuer

As a small child I was large and chubby. Not obese, but definitely overweight. As I grew I retained the largeness and to a certain extent the chubbiness. My mother used to have me wear oversize clothes on the theory that they disguised my chubbiness. They didn’t — they just made me look fatter. Still, I got into the habit of wearing things that were loose and comfortable.

During my teen years I retained my largeness, and slowly but surely the chubbiness turned from puppy-fat to meat and muscle, quite a bit of muscle as I liked working out. Of course by then I was known to be that fat kid and people didn’t seem to notice that I was no longer fat. New acquaintances noticed but not those who’d known me for years.

I was around nineteen and I was cutting through a park on the way home. About halfway through the park I heard some voices, male and female. What attracted my attention was the little fact that the female voices sound upset and nervous. The male voices were loud and a trifle hectoring.

Moving off the path and through some bushes I found that three boys had a couple of young lovelies bailed up and were putting the hard word on them. The girls were protesting, their protests being ignored. I decided to step in.

“Ah, guys, the girls don’t seem to want your attentions. Why not back off and leave them alone?”

The five of them turned to look at me. The girls hopefully at first but then not quite so hopefully as they recognised the fat kid. Debbie and Vicky had long known and derided me from when I first started school. They’d never been chubby and had no sympathy for those of us who had been.

The three boys I didn’t know but I knew the type. They gave me disdainful looks, almost sneering at me. Okay, no almost about it. They were definitely sneering.

“What the fuck is it to you?” demanded one of them.

“Friends of mine,” I said, smiling, smiling even more when I saw that this was news to the girls.

“So?” came the sneering retort.

“So leave them alone,” I said, still smiling, but putting a bit of grit into my voice and at the same time quietly flexing my muscles, standing slightly more erect, and breathing in to expand my chest. Even though I was smiling I’d gone from potential victim to potential trouble.

“Three of us, one of you,” observed the boy who was talking for them. “Why don’t you take a hike?”

“One’s all you need if it’s the right one,” I observed.

I could almost see their confidence being replaced with doubt. I was out numbered but still willing to challenge them? Either I was stupid or I knew something they didn’t. It was not knowing which was which that was making them nervous.

One of the silent ones produced a knife and held it up for me to see. My smile just got wider while I made a note to take him out first.

“Nice knife,” I told him. “I just might keep that as a trophy.”

We’d reached a bit of a stalemate. They just weren’t game to attack me and I certainly wasn’t going to attack them. We all just stood there for a few moments.

“I’d like to say this has been fun but I’d be lying,” I said. “Come on, girls or we’ll be late and I just know I’ll be blamed.”

I jerked my head, indicating they should join me, and they sidled past the boys and over towards me. For a moment I thought the boys might try to stop them but me standing their looking large, dangerous, and unconcerned, held them back. For some reason a big man smiling is unnerving when you’re in a contentious situation.

I escorted the girls back through the bushes to the main path, keeping an ear out in case the boys came after us. The only thing I heard was some swearing and some not-so-veiled threats of what would happen if I crossed them again.

“Whither away, girls?” I asked.

“What?” asked Debbie, looking confused.

“Ah, it means where’re you going,” I explained, catching on that Debbie wasn’t the brightest bulb. “If you care to lead the way I’ll follow along just to make sure your friends don’t.”

“We know what it means,” snapped Vicky, who probably did. “We don’t need you to follow us.”

“Don’t care,” I replied. “I’m following anyway. Now trot along and I won’t disturb you with my idle chatter.”

“You’re not walking with us,” stated Debbie.

“I don’t intend to. I said I’d follow. Better scenery that way.”

Both girls glared at me and then turned and marched off, heads held high, ignoring the bore who was following them. They took about three steps and then Vicky touched Debbie’s arm and the both stopped and turned.

“I’m sorry,” Vicky said. “We didn’t thank you and we should’ve. We could have been in a lot of trouble if you hadn’t come along so thank you.”

“Yeah, I guess,” added Debbie. “You took a chance though. Those three could have pulverised you, you being so fat.”

“True, but while they were beating me up the pair of you could have run away. That negates their whole reason for fighting.”

The girls looked quite impressed with my potential self-sacrifice, but I felt I should disillusion them.

“Don’t worry too much about it. If it had come to a fight I’d have been doing the pulverising and they knew it. Why do you think they backed off? I’m not really as fat as some people think.”

“Oh, really?” said Debbie in a tone that I could only describe as unbelieving. She took a couple of quick steps towards me.

“What do you call this then?” she asked, poking me in the stomach.

“Muscle,” I said as she gave a yelp having nearly broken her finger against my tensed stomach muscles.

Vicky came up, an amused smile on her face. She also prodded my stomach, but a bit more carefully.

“I’ll go along with that,” she agreed. “Muscle. You’ve been exercising.”

“For quite a few years. Shall we proceed?” I indicated that they should continue on their way.

They did but unfortunately they insisted that I walk with them.

“We’re not walking down the street with you following along, eyes glued to our bums,” said Vicky. I don’t think Debbie would have minded but Vicky was the boss in that pair.

I saw them home and went on my way, feeling virtuous for having done a good deed.

I didn’t think any more about the incident and was quite surprised when I answered the door on Saturday afternoon to find Debbie and Vicky standing there. I politely invited them and in they came.

“Are your parents home?” asked Vicky. “We should say hullo to them if they are.”

I shook my head. “No, they’re out for the day. Don’t know when they’ll be back. Ah, what can I do for you? Have those three idiots been bothering you again? If they have I’ll go and have a chat with them.”

“No, we haven’t seen them since. Wouldn’t you find yourself in trouble if you went looking for them?”

“Certainly not,” I said disdainfully. “If I did have to fight them I’d make sure that it was self-defence. I can’t be blamed for what happens if someone attacks me.”

“You, ah, seem a bit confident that you could handle them. There are three of them.”

“Five, actually. They’re part of a local gang. As to being confident, yes. Two of the gang know me and they’ll warn the other three away. They certainly won’t do anything to help them.”

Debbie looked confused but Vicky gave me a suspicious look.

“How do you know them?” she demanded.

“Ted and James go to my martial arts dojo. They know what I can do.”

“You own a martial arts dojo?” asked Debbie.

“No. When I say mine I mean the one I practice at,” I explained. “Anyway, just keep it in mind that if they bother you I’ll put a stop to it.”

“My hero,” said Vicky, in a die-away voice.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said derisively. “Ah, you haven’t said why you came around.”

“We need a reason?” asked Vicky.

“Not where I’m concerned. Happy to see you anytime. It’s just that I have a sneaky mind and it’s telling me that you want something.”

Both girls giggled which I considered suspicious.

“You’re worrying over nothing,” Debbie said. “We’re just here to repeat our thanks for coming to our assistance the other day. That’s all.”

“Indeed,” agreed Vicky. She paused for a moment, and then continued. “Although we were puzzled about something.”

I gave what I considered to be a helpful look and waited.

“Michael, we’ve always had this image of you as a fatty who wouldn’t dream of getting into a fight. If we were to think of you and fighting it would be along the lines of bullies kicking the fat kid around. Now we’ve got you riding up on your white horse and chasing our foes away.”

“Um, Vicky, he didn’t have a horse,” Debbie put in. “He was walking.”

“It’s a figure of speech, Debs,” Vicky said. “Now where was I? Oh, yes. As well as appearing to flex muscles that we didn’t think you had you then nearly break Debbie’s finger when she poked you. The two images just don’t fit and we feel a little confused, so we came around to see what was what.”

“Easily answered. I joined a dojo when I was thirteen. A lot of practice helped strip off the puppy fat and let me bulk up. That’s all.”

“That’s all, he says. Words mean nothing. Take off your tent and show us. Why do you wear tents, anyway?”

“Habit, I guess. My mother used to give me large clothes to hide my plumpness.”

“It didn’t work. Your top?”

I shrugged and took off my top. All I had under it was a singlet and that was fairly tight, showing my muscular structure.

The girls looked at me and then at each other.

“Impressive,” said Vicky.

“Yeah,” agreed Debbie. “I bet he’d have beaten the snot out of those guys if they’d tried to fight. Pity they didn’t. I’d loved to have seen it.”

“Mind you, I’m not the only one who’s changed. When you were thirteen you were both flat as bread-boards. Definitely not so now. Are you going to take your shirts off so that I can see the difference?”

Both girls blushed and Debbie shook her head while Vicky looked thoughtful.

“Why not? I will if Debs will.”

“I can’t,” hissed Debbie. “I’m not wearing a bra.”

The way her breasts had been wobbling around I’d already guessed that.

“That’s okay,” I said innocently. “If it worries you I’m sure that Vicky will take hers off as well.”

“Oh, will I?”

“Dunno. Will you?”

The girls looked at each other and then started whispering and giggling. They finally turn back to me.

“Okay, but that’s all that’s coming off, and you have to take off your singlet.”

I simply shrugged and took off my singlet. I didn’t mind being bare chested, especially if that meant the girls would be.

They dithered a bit but then Vicky started undoing her blouse. Debbie waited until her blouse came off and she reached around behind her to unhook her bra. At that point Debbie swallowed nervously and lifted her t-shirt up and off. Vicky just leaned forward slightly and let her bra drop down her arms, putting it on top of her blouse which she has dropped on a chair. A blushing Debbie added her top to the clothes, looking everywhere but at me.

I looked the girls over and a very attractive sight they made. Four lovely boobs, bouncing slightly from their movements, all white and tipped with pink. Nipples rather pronounced, I noticed. Probably from the titillation of getting half stripped in front of me.

“Nice muscles,” said Vicky with a giggle. “Do you mind if I feel them?”

“Not at all. How about you, Debbie? Do you want to feel them?”

She blushed and gave a quick nod but seemed a little nervous still so I thought I’d better help her out. I took a step towards her, hands on her waist, and drew her flush against me, her breasts pressing firmly against my chest. I could feel those breasts so I was quite sure that she could feel my muscles.

“This is not what we meant,” Debbie said with a yelp, pushing away from me.

“My error,” I admitted. “Vicky?” I tacitly dared her to refuse to press against me. She gave me a female look that said ‘you’re not fooling anyone’ but didn’t resist when I pulled her against me. She didn’t yelp but after a moment or two she did pull away from me.

I proceeded to flex my muscles, letting them bulge. They weren’t weight-lifting type muscles, but they were big enough and hard. The girls went ahead and squeezed my muscles, prodding at them to test their strength. For my part I reached up and took a breast in each hand to test their softness and shape and found them meeting all my requirements.

Debbie was blushing while I stroked her breast whereas Vicky just kept a little smile going. That girl made me nervous. Rightly so, it turned out, as her hand closed over my erection. True, it was inside my trousers, but she was certainly holding it, testing to see what it was like.

“Um, Vicky, that isn’t a muscle,” I pointed out.

“Are you sure? I mean, you flexed your muscles to make them hard and this is hard. What do you think, Debs?”

Vicky’s hand was pushed aside as Debbie promptly took hold.

“You’re right,” she agreed. “How do we resolve this?”

“Take a closer look, perhaps?”

Debbie apparently agreed as she was already pulling my trousers down. I didn’t really have a chance of stopping them. They seemed rather determined. Well, I might have had a chance if I’d tried, but for some reason I failed to put any effort into my attempts to stop them. Trousers and undies slid down around my ankles and my erection was standing tall.

“Not bad,” said Vicky, “but I think he’s right. It’s not a muscle.”

“If it was a muscle it would include a hernia. I mean, it seems rather swollen. Aren’t hernias swelling on a muscle?”

“Something like that. I don’t think that’s a hernia so I guess it’s not a muscle. It’s rather large though, don’t you think?”

“Larger than what you would expect from a chubby boy,” admitted Debbie.

They were both handling my erection as though it was their personal play-thing. Me, I was already sweating lightly. (And I was prepared to start swearing lightly.)

“Might I point out that it’s now your turn?” I asked them.

They gave me a couple of puzzled looks.

“What do you mean?”

“I half stripped. You half stripped. I’m now fully stripped.” I gestured towards them in a ‘your turn’ sign.

“What? You expect us to strip? We never agreed to that.”

“True, but I didn’t agree to stripping, either. You just up and attacked me. If you like I can do the same to you.”

“Do you really think you can grab us and finish stripping us?” demanded Vicky.

“One of you, yes. Both of you, no.”

“Why not both of us?” asked Debbie.

“Because while I was stripping one the other could run away. Can you imagine what it would do to my reputation to have to chase a half-naked woman down the street with my trousers tangled around my ankles?”

Giggling from the girls and then Vicky wanted to know which of them I’d try to grab and strip first.

“Debbie, of course,” I said, as if that was the most natural course of events.

“Why Debbie? Why not me?” Vicky sounded slightly insulted.

“If I grabbed you then Debbie might panic and bolt. You on the other hand wouldn’t panic but would try to help Debbie, thus still being close enough for me to catch.”

(Also because Debbie was wearing a skirt that would come off easily, as opposed to Vicky’s tight jeans.)

“Um, if you did grab us and strip us you wouldn’t try to do anything else afterwards would you?” Debbie asked, sounding uncertain.

“You mean molest you or rape you?” I rolled out the word rape in a very salacious manner. “I have no idea at this time. Ask me again once you’re both naked. You know, I like the word naked. It seems to have a sexual connotation that the word nude doesn’t. Nude tends to make me think about art and artistic endeavours. So are the pair of you going to strip down or am I going to have to encourage you?”

“Not,” stated Debbie.

“Well, I’m not having you strip me but if you strip Debs I’ll go along with it and get undressed.”

“Vicky!” squawked Debbie, followed by a frantic, “No Michael.”

Too late Debbie. I already had a hold of her arm and was flicking open the button on her skirt. A moment later and I was pushing it down, and it promptly slithered down to her ankles. I then took hold of her panties and started slowly drawing them down. Debbie naturally enough was holding onto them.

“Um, Debbie, might I point out that if you keep holding onto them they might tear and then you’d be walking home without any. Rather a breezy day, too.”

Debbie gave a small groan and relinquished her hold and I continued to take them down, encouraging her to step out of them. Then I looked at Vicky. She blushed and started wriggling out of her jeans.

They were half-way down when she stopped and glared at me.

“Sod you,” she snapped. “You picked on Debs because you weren’t game to try and take my jeans off.”

I just smiled and let her continue. I noticed that Debbie, while initially doing a hand dance to hide behind had decided not to bother and was just standing there letting it all hang out, and very attractive she looked.

While Vicky was stripping off I kicked my own trousers off from around my ankles. When Vicky straightened up we were all standing there naked, and probably we were all wondering what the next step would be.

It seemed to me that Debbie was acutely aware of being naked and just as acutely aware that I was also naked and aroused. Well, I have to admit that it would be rather difficult to hide the extent of my arousal. It was standing out, you might say.

“Are you going to try to molest us?” she asked nervously.

“If by us you mean you and Vicky then the answer is no. You, yes, but not Vicky at this moment.”

“Why not me?” demanded Vicky, apparently insulted again.

“Same reason as last time. Deal with the nervous one first and trust that you’ll stay around for the follow up. I’m reluctant to settle for a single when the correct order of things might give me a double.”

I gave her an innocent look and she gave me a sceptical one.

“So you’re saying that you’re going to rape Debs?”

“Good heavens, no,” I said, shocked. “Molest and tease her a little but that’s as far as I’ll go unless she agrees otherwise.”

“I won’t,” muttered a rebellious little voice but I ignored that.

“Just how do you intend to start this molesting?” asked Vicky.

“I’ll just wait until Debbie is lying down and see how things progress.”

“Not going to happen,” came another rebellious comment.

I winked at Debbie and cupped a hand on the back of her head, just above her neck. At the same time I gently ran my other hand back and forth across her breasts, savouring the feel of them. As soon as I saw Debbie lift a hand to brush my hands away I lifted my hand up until it was cupping her chin.

“This is an old martial arts trick,” I told her, tilting her head backwards slightly. I didn’t stop, just moving her head back and down and where the head goes the body follows. No force is needed. Just a little lift and lower and Debbie was lying on the carpet, looking startled.

I just naturally settled onto the carpet next to her, extending one leg so it was between hers. My hand was back playing with her breasts while she was wondering how she’d finished up in that position.

Did I take advantage of her position? Of course I did. I leaned over her, my erection pressing against her, and nibbled on her breasts. At the same time I dropped a hand down, initially rubbing her mons but then letting it drift further south, covering her vulva and slipping between her lips, testing the waters, you might say.

Debbie was trying to push me away and complaining about unfair tactics but I ignored that. I was pleased to see that Vicky just giggled and ignored Debbie’s request for Vicky to help her.

I kept on kissing and touching and stroking and I could feel Debbie responding although she’d probably deny it. When I felt her pressing her pussy more firmly into my hand I thought the time was ripe. I used a foot to move her legs further apart, positioning myself so I could easily move between them. From the look on Debbie’s face she knew exactly what was about to happen and didn’t know what to do.