It had been a quiet six months since the last boxing match, but Ashley could hardly be happier. she spent a lot of time with her friends, old and new, keeping up with classes and dealing with their popularity from beating up the biggest bitches in school. Kimmy had all sorts of grant money coming her way, and she was humble enough to share it with the others. She had, after all, been recently kidnapped and then saved thanks to them.
Classes were going easy on them this semester, so Kimmy had suggested opening a shop in the local mall. A few of them had been up for sale, so Ashley, Kimmy and Samantha had they talked it over and poured a bit of their funds into opening a small bakery, Bake My Day. It wasn't especially big, but the girls knew their way around a cook book and put a lot of effort into prettying up the place.
The girls didn't have to wait long to see what the locals thought of it. College students were hungry sorts, and word of mouth went far with them. "The Gertrude Hawk of pies and cakes," praised one of the local papers. Their fresh bed went over well for snackers and the locals who wanted something a little fancy but affordable, since the girls had enough extra money to put into the place to cut some costs.
Their old rivals were left licking their wounds for a while. Megan and Debbie were recovering from the mentioned boxing match, and they saw they were outclassed in a head-on fight. Kimmy had her magic potion of sorts, and Ashley had been on it for so long that she seemed to be permanently enhanced into a peak strength and speed like some sort of Olympic medalist.
But when Megan and her friends heard about the bakery, she wasn't content to let that go. Beaten up or not, they could still put a stop to that.
Bake My Day opened the next week to find it had some new competition around the mall. That in itself wasn't too surprising, since there were some open stores after the recent expansion they added to the mall. What was surprising that they were all being run and staffed by their old grudges.
Bunny and Kasey had opened a massage parlor next door to them. The windows were covered with curtains or portable walls, but looking inside the door to the waiting room showed dry erase board signs offering prices for "happy endings."
As their other neighbor, the sisters Gabriella and Natasha had opened a sex shop. Sex toys, lingerie, and various sorts of pornography in magazine, DVD or download key. With a campus full of young adults nearby, all freshly liberated from their parents’ supervision, they were drawing some decent attention already.
Straight across from the bakery, Megan and her mother had opened their own gym. It was nothing too extreme by the looks of it, drawing in casual customers rather than any especially committed weightlifters or the like. It boasted aerobics classes, basic weight sets, treadmills and similar equipment, and even a boxing ring right in view of the large window. It was easy to pick out the instructors, good-looking sorts of both sexes, all clearly picked for looks as much as their expertise on exercise. Debbie herself was actually jogging, practically strutting on a treadmill up front, her shorts and sports bra making any male that walked by the window turn their heads to watch all the jiggling going on, and her smile as she proudly noticed them looking each time.
While this was all well and good for them, a suggestive massage parlor, a porn store, and a gym full of sweating didn’t do much for people’s appetites. Their money went towards the slutty girls instead of Ashley and company’s cakes and cookies. “Are they even allowed to do that?!” Ashley asked as they sat around the bakery, closing up shop for the night and frowning as Kimmy went over their profits for the day.
“Technically yes,” Kimmy sighed, nibbling on a bit of cookie that would go stale by tomorrow. “There’s no actual advertising of sex itself, so they at least pretend they’re legitimate.”
“That’s bullshit,” Samantha huffed. “It’s trashy as hell, and they know what they’re doing. They even gave us a bunch of big windows for them to watch them through! This is what they’re doing for payback. They can’t beat us up, so they’re trying to put us out of business.”
The girls frowned and thought it over before Kimmy tucked away the last of their receipts. “Well it’s not all bad. We’ll pull through, girls. They can’t last off their ‘sex sells’ angle forever.” She picked up her bag and gave out some hugs before heading for the door. “We’ll beat this. You’ll see. Just don’t forget to turn out the lights.”
With Kimmy gone, Ash and Sam looked to each other. “She’s right, you know,” Samantha pointed out.
“Yea. We CAN beat them,” Ashley said with a bit of a dry smile. “Because of Kim’s serum and you just being a badass.”
Sam laughed at the idea. “Well, Kimmy’s pretty on the ball with all this. She’s practically running this place by herself. How about we pay these bitches a visit for our lunch break tomorrow?”
Ashley smiled a bit wider and nodded. “It’s been awhile since we had a little rematch with them. How about you get the massage parlor? I can take care of the smut salesmen.”
“Done and done. I never get tired of giving those bitches what’s coming to them. You’d think they’d learn to stop asking for more like this.”
The girls headed out during the lull around lunch time, where most people were gathering in the food court or just walking the floor of the general mall. Sam went into the sex shop (or as the sign over the door showed, "Sexting's" with a winking emoticon) and quietly locked the door behind her when she didn't see any customer. All she found was Gabriella and Natasha, setting out the vibrators on the shelves.
"Hey there, girls," Samantha called to them. Gabriella jumped a bit at the voice, almost dropping the sex toy in hand before she turned to see who it was.
"Oh, Sammy. How have you been doing?" Natasha greeted friendlily.
"Oh, not great. Business hasn't been great lately at the bakery," Sam replied. Gabriella snickered at her response, as if she had been particularly clever in causing their misfortune.
"Aww, that's too bad," Natasha chimed with a smile. "Anything we can do to help? Got any coupons we could pass out? We could give them away with every purchase of a whip."
"Actually, you can help. You can pack up shop and move out of here," Samantha said more firmly, dropping any pretense of a friendly visit.
Gabriella folded her arms defiantly. "Why should we? It's a free country, and the customer's keep coming in. College girls gotta have some way to have fun, after all."
"Yea," Natasha added, stepping away from her sister to stand closer to Samantha's other side. "What are you gonna do? MAKE us leave all by yourself? You don't have your usual bunch of friend with you."
Samantha shook her head and chuckled. "No I don't," she smiled, just before she punched Gabriella in the chest. The bootylicious sister went stumbling backward, bumping into a shelf and making several bottles of lubricants fall over her head, a few of them even opening over her. "But I never said I needed them just to handle the skank sisters."
While Gabriella was busy sputtering and wiping the leaking fluids off of her, Natasha tried to tackle Sam from the side. She reached up to catch her by the collar, fending her off before she punched Tasha in the gut. “OUFF!” Natasha bent over double, forcing her to let Samantha shove her into the counter. She grunted again as the firm corner dug into her already aching stomach.
“Hey, no sampling the merchandise,” Samantha taunted as she picked up one of the large, studded paddles with “Bitch” stenciled across its flat side that was hanging nearby. Gabriella tackled into her from behind, but Sam turned sharply and kicked into her leg to trip her over. “Well, maybe just this once.”
Sam threw a quick punch into Gabriella’s face as she tried to rise, knocking the sister silly long enough for her bigger assailant to shove her over. Sam bent Gabriella over and shoved her into the corner display, a strung up sex swing. Gabby stumbled right into it, yelping and kicking her legs as she was left with her ass up, awkwardly entangled in the swinging sex toy. Sam rolled the paddle in her hand eagerly before she took a baseball swing with the humiliating tool. The small, sealed shop echoed with its crack across Gabby’s ass, followed by her shrill and startled scream.
“You have no idea how long as I wanted to do that,” Samantha chuckled at her in her own amusement.
Natasha shoved at her, staggering Sam a few steps but not doing much actual harm to her. She did manage to grab Samantha's attention, and when Natasha tried to shove again, Sam grabbed wrists and pulled her over. Natasha went forward too quickly, tripping over her feet and falling to her knees, but Sam held her up by her wrists. She grabbed a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, latching them to her hands behind her back.
"What the- no! Let go!" Natasha shouted, finding the sex toy surprisingly effective at keeping her bound and helpless. The tight top she wore made her impressive breasts stick out that much further, getting a laugh out of Samantha.
"You're right! You don't look like you belong at the register anyway. You look like you belong out with the sex dolls." Sam grabbed her by the cuffs, pulling hard enough to yank Natasha off her feet and drag her along the ground. Gabriella kicked and thrashed at her, but was still too tangled in the swing to reach their invading rival. She turned and tossed Samantha into a stack of packaged of sex toys, letting Natasha shriek as she was buried under the various artificial genitalia.
"Ah calm down. I'm sure you two are used to being covered in dicks," Samantha snickered. Samantha tried to right herself, but the cuffs combined with her tripping over the toppled boxes made it almost impossible for her to get to her feet by herself.
"Get me down from here!" Gabby demanded, not seeming to care whether it was at her opponent or her sister that answered. Sam responded by stepping up to her next, Gabriella grabbing at her wildly. Samantha easily brushed her hands aside and pulled down on the swing. Gabriella got out a quick scream before she fell onto the floor, landing flat on her face with her aching ass up in the air.
"Not done with you yet either," Sam noted, circling her and grabbing her by her tight fitting leather pants, clearly made to show off Gabriella's infamous ass. She forced her pants down, baring her panties and getting a panicked yelp from Gabby as she tried to crawl away. Sam just grabbed her by the ankle, dragging Gabriella back across the shop's floor with her boobs sliding along the tile.
Natasha had managed to pull herself to her feet at last, trying one last desperate charge at Samantha. She easily sidestepped her, kneeing Natasha in the belly. She bent over and grunted loudly, letting her heavy boobs hang low before Sam grabbed both sisters by the hair and clunked their heads together, letting them fall limply to the floor.
"There. Now I'm not normally one to touch the merchandise, but since you girls are so into this kind of thing..."
A short while later, the sisters were subject to a lot of gossip around the mall. Their store got a lot of traffic, although the "Closed" sign Sam had left on the door did nothing for their business. Suspended in midair by the sex swing, Natasha had her chest forcefully outthrust, with bondage tape individually wrapped around each of her breasts to make them even more shapely and swollen. Gabriella was chest down in a bondage table, resembling the rack except that she was hogtied with her ass thrust out. They were both in nothing but their underwear, blindfolds, and ball gags, with small notes hanging from them reading "No more lies."
Ashley stepped into the massage parlor, "The Rubdown" as the sign advertised it. Like the other shop, this one was empty with the lunch rush, and Ashley had just patiently spent the last five minutes waiting for their one last customer (now lazily smiling to himself) to leave. Inside there were massage tables with the holes in the base, various towels and oils set out on the shelves.
Bunny and Kasey were talking with each other at a front desk nearby. They both wore open robes, somewhat like kimonos. They had skimpy swimwear just visible through the openings in the front, showing off the chesty girls' assets. They looked up with briefly sour expressions on their faces before putting up weak smiles.
"Oh, Ash. What are you doing here?" Kasey asked halfheartedly.
"Oh, just stopping by. Shop’s not doing so great," Ashley sighed. "Business is a little slow over there."
"Yea, I'd think so," giggled Bunny. "I know I wouldn't want to buy MY food from a bunch of perverts."
"Why would anybody?" Ashley agreed. "Especially when they can come get their handjobs from genuine skanks right across the way." The robed girls frowned as Ashley bumped the door shut behind her with her foot, casually smacking the lock shut.
“Hey! You can’t talk to us like that. And you definitely can’t threaten us!” Casey snapped. She shoved Ashley in the chest quickly, barely budging the intruder back a step.
"Oh, you don't want to push me," Ashley said calmly with a knowing grin.
"Or what? This is our place. You start a fight here and you'll have mall cops up your ass in no time," Bunny gloated confidently.
"That'd be pretty interesting, huh? Letting them get all Paul Blart in here, find out what's going on behind the curtains when they go over your security footage..."
Kasey and Bunny froze as the grins dropped from their faces.
"Yea. You're not subtle, girls." Ashley punctuated her statement by punching Bunny in the nose, sending her stumbling back into the nearest massage table. Kasey panicked and grabbed onto one of Ashley's arms, but she swung the bully off with a twist of her hips. Kasey bounced off a rack of generic-looking pamphlets they had set up in the lobby, spilling them over the floor. Ashley went back after Bunny, who hurriedly threw a shelf of towels over into her way. Ash's enhanced abilities weren't limited to her hitting strength, so she hurled over the few inches of fabric with ease, grabbing Bunny by the collar of her robe as she landed.
With a twist of her robe, Ashley sent Bunny spinning out of control and right out of her loose attire. Bunny ended up leaning dizzily against the wall, left in nothing but her bikini.
"Hey, give that back!" she objected, just for Ashley to throw it at her dismissively, blinding her as it piled over her head. She yelped and groped around, trying to yank it back off while Kasey clambered over the towels. Ashley dodged aside as Kasey grabbed at her hair, hitting her in the stomach with a quick body blow. Kasey grunted and grabbed her belly, bending over as her face showed off her surprise and discomfort. Ashley gave her a quick shove, pulling on the tie of her robe and kicking her in the butt to send her staggering away, similarly stripped to her tiny swimsuit just like Bunny was.
Kasey tried to turn back to Ashley, but not before she grabbed one of the discarded towels. She quickly twirled and whipped its tip against Kasey's ass. She yelped and jumped, grabbing her butt where the sharp sting had left a bright red mark.
Ashley caught Casey by the back of her bikini top, turning sharply in a circle to whip her around and toss her into Bunny. The half-dressed girls fell into a clumsy heap, trying to climb over and out from under each other. Ashley just laughed at their spectacle, grabbing a bottle of cheap body oil from a nearby shelf.
"Hey, Casey! Think fast!" she called out, popping the lid off and chucking it in her direction. While Casey panicked and tried to cover up, Ashley had actually tossed it past her, letting it land on Bunny instead. It splashed out like a grenade full of oil. The girls shrieked as they were blasted by the oil in their faces and soaking their swimsuits straight through to leave them looking even nuder than before.
"Well NOW you look the part for this sleazy place," Ashley smirked at them, stepping casually around the big pool of oil around the bullies. "All you need to do now is wrestle surrounded by guys throwing singles at you."
"You stupid skank!" Bunny snapped, throwing the empty bottle at Ashley. She caught it in one hand with her sharp reflexes, setting it back on the shelf by the rest of them.
"Don't know when to give it a rest, do you two? You just keep on asking for more..." Ashley picked up a pair of oil bottles, popping them open like the first. Bunny and Casey's eyes widened (having just wiped all the oil out of them) and tried to run from any more that Ashley might add. Ashley didn't even have to throw them, just watch and grin as they slipped and fell over each other trying to get away.
Ashley could take her time in grabbing them by the rear of their bikini bottoms, dragging them over the oil with ease as their butts hung out comically from their swimsuits. She brought them over towards the small heater where a number of smooth stones rested. They needed at least the pretense of being a legitimate massage parlor, in case a naive customer came in, and it was where they kept the heated rocks for some of the slightly more advanced methods they'd read about. Of course, they were usually kept in towels or cooled off briefly...
"This psycho's going to cook us alive!" Casey shouted. "Help! Stop her, stupid!"
"You stop her! She's still high on that steroid stuff!" Bunny shouted back. She actually squirmed enough where the oil proved to her benefit, slipping her foot out of Ashley's grip. She tried to run for the door and bail on her fellow bully, slimy bikini or no, but Ash gave her a quick shove in the shoulder as she tried to get past. The slick tiles and the oil quickly proved to be a terrible combination, leaving Bunny flailing and stumbling frantically for a few seconds before she finally fell backward, landing ass-first on the heater and its steaming-hot stones.
Bunny shrieked and jumped back off holding her stinging ass. Ashley laughed as she swung the still downed and squirming Casey at her, the hopping Bunny stomping right on her friend's stomach in her thrashing. Casey grunted and held onto her gut as Bunny tripped on her, leaving the two of them in a heap again. Ashley grabbed the groaning, miserable girls, tossing them onto the massage tables face first. This particular parlor's girls were more used to working with their customers while they were face-up, personally, but these two were laid out like actual customers looking for a massage (at least until Ashley tied their arms down with towels).
"Those glutes of yours look pretty tender," Ashley observed, striding between the greasy, tied up girls.
"What's a glute?" Bunny whimpered fretfully to Casey, but Ashley answered when she smacked her ass hard. Bunny shrieked and kicked, but couldn't budge from her spot with the bindings in place. Ash went back and forth, pulling the girls' bottoms down and smacking their asses in turn. They wailed and shouted and begged, but the shut, sound-proofed doors and discreetly-covered windows didn't make it the best place to call for help. But Ashley had her own way to grab peoples' attention when she was done with them.
After the lunch rush, people were amused at the odd new advertisement in the window of the massage parlor. Casey and Bunny were still tied to the tables, which were propped up with their bare asses facing the crowd. Towels bound their eyes, mouths, feet and hands, and a handwritten sign said "tips are appreciated" pointed at their hips.
Kimmy was working the store, the girls saying they had to take care of something in the mall. Business was a bit better today, but still on the slow side. The funding would back them a while, but at this rate the bakery would eat up more than they gained from it. She smiled more brightly at the loyal customers who came back and avoided looking across the hall, but she sighed when they left. Just when she was wondering where they went, she heard the giggles outside. She leaned over the counter to see out the window, and the squirming and squealing Gabriella inside.
She smiled in amusement, but approached the door curiously. She was able to pick out Ashley and Samantha meeting back up, talking very briefly before they went into Debbie's gym. Kimmy beamed a bit brighter. She always had her friends to pull her out of trouble. Sure, she had given Ash the means to do it, but she wished she could do more for them.
Ashley and Samantha went into the gym, where even the workout fanatics and other instructors were out on break to refuel on carbs or whatever. Ash hadn't exactly been athletic before or after she received the serum, so she wasn't really sure how it all worked. But Megan and Debbie were there, the chesty mother and her bratty daughter chatting on a bench near the boxing ring (or more particularly, Debbie talked while Megan messed around on her phone). Debbie looked up at their visitors, startled at first but then smiling politely.
"Oh hello, dears. I'm sorry, but we have a very exclusive clientele here," Debbie explained gently. "I'm not sure we can help a case as... 'severe' as that." Debbie darted her eyes at Samantha meaningfully, getting a slight frown from the girl who was all too aware of her rotten attitude. The mother and daughter were in tank tops with the gym logo across their very apparent breasts and shorts that hugged their hips.
"Not here for pleasure, you self-glorifying sluts," Samantha explained curtly. "We're here about business."
"Yea? Well I heard yours isn't doing so great." Megan grinned smugly at them. "Shame you'll have to be moving out so soon. But that's how business is, right?"
"Well, you're half right," Ashley corrected, stepping up and leaning on the ring apron. "One of us definitely has to go." Megan frowned as she picked up on her suggestion.
"Well WE'RE the ones actually attracting business," Debbie pressed. "And attractively so, if I may say. You newcomers simply can't compete with old money."
"Can't compete, huh?" Sam smirked, looking amused for a moment before she slapped Debbie across the cheek. The woman gasped from the startlingly strong hit, rubbing her reddening cheek. "Want to prove that in the ring?"
Megan saw what was coming, having been through it many times before. She tried to run for it, but Ashley almost lazily grabbed her by the back of her tank top. It stretched and her sports bra-clad breasts nearly spilled out of her top, bringing Megan to a stumbling stop. Ash used the tank top as a handle to swing Megan back around, the bully yelping as she was spun and ran boobs and face first into the heavy bag nearby.
Debbie, meanwhile, threw a punch back at Samantha. The heavier girl blocked skillfully, knocking the fist aside and slugging Debbie in one of her breasts. The fist dug in satisfyingly deep, Samantha noting how intensely the jug jiggled with her hit.
"Oh shit! You're not even wearing a bra to work out!" Samantha laughed mockingly. Debbie was already reeling from the first breast attack when Sam gave the other a taunting slap. "It's dangerous to let those fat things go bouncing around, especially saggers like that."
"How dare you!" Debbie yelped, but she was backing off rather than standing up to Samantha. Sam grabbed her by the hair, Debbie shrieking and swinging her arms wildly at her. Even with her minimal boxing training, Deb's panicked flailing was doing nothing to stop the heavier girl. Samantha used this with a grip on her shorts to wedgie them up into Debbie's ass and heave her under the ropes and into the ring.
"Come on! I'm sure you can do something with a 'special' case like me," Samantha taunted as she followed her inside.
Ashley still had Megan leaning up against the big punching bag as she used it for exactly that; she started throwing jabs and hooks into Megan's sides and back, which it turn bounced Megan's face into the thick leather over and over. She was already looking dazed from the quick but intense beating, face cheeks and face red from rubbing against the heavy bag.
"Oh, a lightweight, are you?" Ashley grinned, taking Megan by the hair and dragging her sweaty body off of the workout gear. "Then maybe we should get you on some cardio."
Ash tossed Megan towards one of the nearby treadmills, letting her run gut-first into one of the handlebars on the sides. Megan gagged and held her stomach, backing off slowly, but Ashley grabbed her shorts and pulled up on them. Ashley yelped as they and her panties were wedgied up into her, as well as flipping her over the railing and onto the treadmill itself. Ashley casually flicked a few switches on the machine, the track starting to whirr and roll until it threw her off at the foot of the walkway.
"Ah don't give up that easy, lazy bones! Try it again!" Ashley mockingly encouraged Megan as she groaned and tried to drag herself up to her hands and knees. Ash turned Megan around to face the still-running treadmill on all fours before she smacked her on the rear. Megan squealed and jolted forward, ending up back on the spinning track and forced to hurriedly crawl along it. Ashley laughed as Megan tried not to fall off again by moving like a cross between a racing dog and an infant, with the distressed and pouty expression to match.
"That's better! Pick up the pace a little! You shouldn't be running a gym with an ass that jiggles like that!" She smacked Megan on the ass whenever she started to fall behind, getting a pathetic little wail out of her each time.
Debbie had pulled herself up by the ropes, and when Samantha came at her, the busty milf threw another punch at the younger girl. Sam easily blocked it and returned a pair of punched into Debbie's soft belly. The mother let out a pathetic gurgle and held her stomach before Samantha rocked her with a big cross to the face. Debbie staggered drunkenly away from her, forced to slump into one of the corners with a dizzy expression on her face.
"That's the problem with having some trainer instead of real experience," Samantha explained as she moved in on the dazed woman. "Trainers won't show you how to take a punch." Sam braced her arms on the ropes and slammed her knee into Debbie's belly. She let out a big gagging noise, saliva spraying out of her lips as her eyes bugged out of her head. Sam pounded a few more just like it, with similar reactions from the overpowered excuse for a professional trainer. When Sam got tired of that particular punishment, she grabbed Debbie by the straps of her tank top.
"Always wanted to see if this would work... no better time to find out, I guess!" Samantha turned and swung Debbie over her shoulder by her grip on the shirt, sending Megan's step-mother flying over and landing gracelessly on her back in the middle of the ring. Samantha celebrated with a laughing "YES!" as she held up her fists, one of them still holding onto Debbie's top.
The dizzily beaten trophy wife took a while to realize her huge breasts were out on display in the middle of her gym, gasping and trying to cover herself up. This did nothing to stop Sam from grabbing her by the hair and dragging her to the ropes. Debbie was forced to her knees and pushed into the ropes, her big hanging jugs poking through the top and middle chords. Samantha twisted the ropes to wrap around Debbie's breasts, squeezing them like a makeshift vice between the taut elastic.
Debbie squealed pathetically, kicking her feet while Samantha grabbed and yanked down her shorts, exposing the slutty housewife's thong on top of everything else. It left Debbie with a clear (if teary-eyed and beaten silly) view of her daughter. Ashley gave her a few more driving smacks until Megan collapsed, sweaty and sore at the foot of the treadmill. Ash moved on to sit her on top of one of the exercise bikes, forcing her to balance on the seat by the hair so she had space to work her over. Ash tore off her top and shorts as well before slapping around her boobs, belly and head some more. When Ash looked up to check on the proudly grinning Samantha, the bigger girl waved her over.
Ashley tossed Megan into the ring, the girl too exhausted and battered to resist when Sam did the same to her as Debbie. She stuck her chest into the ropes and snapped them in place around her arms and chest (since her breasts weren't quite big enough to fill the space like Debbie's were). They were practically in a set of stocks as Samantha went to work spanking their asses, and Ash had her fun slapping, pinching and pulling on their breasts.
"Try leading those workouts now," Ashley laughed merrily.
"Coaching? These bitches won't be able to do so much as sit in the sauna when I'm done with their asses." Samantha chuckled before delivering a hard double slap to both girls' cheeks at once.
After a few minutes of this torment, Debbie and Megan alternating between begging and nonsensical screaming and whining, Ash nodded up to Samantha as the two gym rats whimpered between them. "Finish up back there. I've got an idea."
Kimmy had a fine view of the drawn curtains over the windows of the gym, the "Back in 5 minutes" sign put up on the door. She didn't have to wait that long, and people who had seen the first two signs were getting wise to the idea and also waiting nearby. A few even stopped in for snacks while they waited for the show. When the curtain drew and Ashley and Sam slipped out the back, there was Debbie and Megan set up like kinky mannequins, just like the rest.
Megan had her hands tied up with her bra, which hung from the hook of a punching back. She dangled topless in just her wedgied panties, doing next to nothing to hide even her privates from the crowd. Debbie was laid out on a weight bench, flat on her back in her thong. Her legs were tied to the posts to spread her thick thighs open wide, and blindfolded and gagged like her step-daughter. Another hand-drawn sign showed "New equipment! Free samples here!"
Kimmy giggled at the sight, though she saw more familiar faces moving through the crowds. Natasha and Gabriel were in fresh clothes, red-faced and hurrying into the gym. They were up to something, and Kimmy dealt with their few customers before she set to action herself.
Ashley and Samantha returned to the bakery, taking over while Kimmy was away on her "break." The place was going great again, with their rivals leavinig their shops closed while they were out for a few days. At the end of the week, they closed a little early to get lunch together, then regrouped in the main plaza of the mall. It was a nice place with a skylight and a fountain going all hours of the day, and seats around where they ate and talked about their success.
When Kimmy left for a quick stop at the bathroom, Samantha nodded towards the incoming pack of angry girls. Gabriella, Natasha, Kasey, Bunny, Megan, and Debbie had all put on fresh clothes, much less extravagant than the ones they wore at their shops. They were replaced by practical shorts and shirts, marching with grim purpose as they saw the two bakery girls.
"There you are!" Megan growled, taking point for her batch of angry friends. "You don't seem to take a hint. You can't just beat us up like that and expect us to leave!"
"Pretty much seemed like your tactic, if you ask me," Ashley replied defiantly, folding her arms as she sat up from her bench. The lean girl didn't look especially intimidating, but Megan and her crew knew better. Otherwise, they wouldn't have come in such a large group.
"Enough of this!" Debbie blurted, stepping in next to her step-daughter. "Are you and your dirty little bakery going to leave or are we going to have to make you?!"
Sam rolled her eyes. "Ash, what do you think?" she offered. Ashley answered by socking Debbie in the stomach, making the busty mother bend over and her tits to hang low even in her simple shirt.
The fight broke out quickly, the attacking girls seeming to try their luck with the other girl after their bad experience with the other. Natasha grabbed Ashley's arm while she brought it back, but Ash turned and stuck out a leg to trip Tasha to the floor. Gabriella came for her, trying to grab her hair when Ash turned again and drove her knee into Gabby's stomach. The round-bottomed sister grunted and doubled over, Ashley grabbing her by the protruding panties and pulled, wedgying them up her prized ass and tossing her onto the floor as well.
Bunny and Kasey came at Samantha, but the bigger girl threw a quick pair of punches that stunned them both. Bunny spun almost all the way around, facing away from Sam when she was grabbed by the hair and tossed the short distance to land in the fountain. Bunny splashed back to the surface with a startled gasp, her wet clothes sticking to her equally wet skin. Samantha grabbed Kasey and threw her back at the bench where they'd been eating. Kasey collapsed onto it as Megan grabbed Samantha by the hair, but the bigger girl elbowed her in the stomach. The alpha bully grunted and hugged her hands around her stomach, allowing Sam to take her by the neckline of her shirt and hurl her into the bench as well.
Megan collapsed onto Kasey, the girls groaning and trying to push off each other in a tangled mess of limbs. They were nowhere near fast enough to get moving before Samantha closed in on them and sat down on Megan's back. They both squealed as the combined weight of Megan and Sam crushed down on Kasey, and even Megan thrashing and wailing for being in the middle of the girl sandwich.
Debbie went after Ashley, throwing a punch for her face. Ash quickly deflected the angry blow, catching her by the arm and using it to force her to bend over. Ashley kneed her rapidly into the tits, Debbie letting out a sharp shriek as her boobs were bounced around wildly inside her top. Gabriella and Natasha grabbed Ashley by the arms, pulling her off and letting Debbie fall to her knees hugging her chest. The sisters pelted a few punches into Ashley's shoulders and sides, but she elbowed Natasha in the gut and then turned the arm back around to punch Gabriella in the stomach.
Both girls bent over double from the powerful body blows, with Gabby's proud ass sticking out behind her and Natasha's big breasts hanging below her chest. Ashley turned and shoved them both hard, sending them stumbling over the edge of the fountain and falling in with Bunny. Debbie was trying to get back up when a voice cut through the action, halting all the girls from their brawl and even drawing the attention away from the various entertained onlookers.
"HEY!" Kimmy stood at the main entrance of the plaza, her little fists balled up angrily. The mousey tomboy of a research geek wasn't much for intimidation, but she was clearly doing her darndest. A few of the bullies snickered, at least those who were in position to at all.
"Kimmy?" Ashley asked in surprise. "What're you doing here? We've got this."
Kimmy bit her lip and nodded. "I know... but you girls are always doing so much for me. This is a fight I can handle by myself."
Ashley raised an eyebrow, but Samantha grinned and hopped off of Kasey and Megan as she picked up her meaning. "Alright, Kim. If you say so. Come on, Ash. Anything you need us to do?"
Ashley followed her lead, but Kimmy shrugged. "You two can sell snacks to the show. We've still got those tarts and fresh doughnuts to move."
"You got it," Sam grinned and walked off towards the bakery.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going!?" Debbie snapped, pushing herself back to her feet and awkwardly trying to stumble after Ashley and Samantha. She lost sight of them and turned angrily back at Kimmy. "Whatever you're up to, you ugly little weasel, you're not going to get-"
Kimmy braced her feet and threw a punch right into one of Debbie's breasts. It bounced and stretched out like it might fly over her shoulder from the force of the blow. Debbie's eyes and mouth went wide in shock at the mind-numbing pain in her tit, throwing her in a wild spin before she fell on the ground clutching her breast. Kimmy had been toying with a more intense dosage of the formula, and after a lot of toying with metabolisms and all those finer details, she had finally perfected it... and taken a quick dose for herself while the other two were busy.
The other girls stared in a moment of shock, long enough for Ashley and Samantha to come back with some trays to enjoy the show and peddle their snacks.
Kimmy rushed faster than it looked like her short legs should be able to, kicking Megan in her shin. The force was enough to get her to fall on her side, Kimmy picking her up with an alarmingly easy-looking wedgie. Megan screamed and kicked her feet in the air, held up by the smaller girl before she tossed her into the fountain as well, tearing her panties loose and letting Megan tumble right out of her pants.
Kasey threw a panicked punch at Kimmy, but the college genius caught her fist in her palm and shoulder tossed Kasey over her and onto the floor, even if her form was far from perfect. Kasey landed with a thud, looking dazed before Kimmy stepped off her stomach and waded into the fountain with the rest of the girls.
"You get em, Kimmy!" Ashley cheered with a proud smile on her face.
"Kick Gabby in the ass for me!" Samantha added, passing out a doughnut to an equally excited student.
Kimmy rammed her shoulder into Natasha's stomach, sending her tumbling over into the pool of the fountain's water. Gabby tried to save her sister by grabbing Kimmy around the waist, but when she tried to pull her down, Kimmy's legs alone were enough to resist her. Kimmy pulled off her arms and used them to toss her over her knee, loudly spanking Gabby's curvy bottom for the laughing crowd (Samantha especially). Bunny started to wade towards her, but Kimmy saw her coming in time to dump Gabby into the water, leaving her to rub her pained ass.
Kimmy let Bunny kick at her stomach, but she dodged back and caught the bully by the ankle. Kimmy flipped her onto her back with a quick flick of her wrists, and hanging onto the leg to yank off her pants. Bunny started to rise, just to yelp when her almost see-through wet panties were revealed to the crowd. She ducked back down, but Kimmy gave her a kick to the head that sent her out cold into the waters.
Kimmy went on with her rampage by grabbing Natasha by her shirt, pulling it up over her head. Tasha wailed and tried to pull the wet tee off her face, but Kimmy was already pelting her breasts and belly with hard hooks. She scooped Natasha up over her shoulder in a fireman's carry, spinning around a few times to whip her face over the water jets of the fountain that blasted her in the face. Kimmy finally came to a stop at the end, letting it spray into Natasha's mouth a while before slamming her into the water to float dizzy and weak beside Bunny.
Debbie and Kasey had clambered into the fountain to try to even the odds, but Kimmy had already gotten Gabby and Megan by the collars of their shirts and lifted them off the ground by them. The bullies kicked and squirmed, but resorted to begging when they found that wasn't working.
"Please! Please, put me down! I'm sorry!" Megan squealed.
"We'll shut down the shops! Just don't spank me again!" Gabriella whined.
"I'll think about it," Kimmy smirked before she banged the two together. Their breasts smacked together first, squashing painfully together a moment before their heads clunked together. Kimmy dropped the two stunned girls into the water as she turned back to the last pair of girls. Kasey took pause, but Debbie stormed up to the little geek at seeing her step-daughter being knocked out. Debbie used what limited boxing experience she had, throwing some careful but firm jabs at Kimmy's face. She brought up her hands to block them, more by speed alone more than any real skill, but Debbie shifted her stance to punch Kimmy in her modest breast. Kimmy squeaked, but hardly budged and glared back at the trophy wife. Debbie froze as she realized the trouble she'd asked for, turning to try to run. Kimmy grabbed her by the back of her top, hooking its edge to one of the fountain's various hooks and curves to its structure.
Kasey tried to cut her off while she was distracted, but Kimmy caught her by the hair and yanked up. Even at her highest reach, Kasey's feet just barely left the ground, but she squealed and kicked painfully anyway as she was held up with one hand. Debbie fought with her top as Kimmy swung Kasey in closer, headbutting her and letting Kasey hang in her grip like a punching bag. Kimmy laughed and gave her a few slaps back and forth across her tits before dropping her into the water.
Debbie was still stuck too firmly on the fountain to escape, letting Kimmy yank down on the front of her top. Debbie's wet breasts spilled out, her huge jugs glistening with the fountain's spray. She tried to cover up, but she couldn't even bring her hands to them before Kimmy started to punch right into them. Debbie gagged from the impact to her big soft chest, but Kimmy didn't let up as she pummeled away on her breasts like a pair of overstuffed punching bags. Debbie was quickly brought to tears as her mature chest swelled and started turning red from all the beating they were being put through.
Kimmy finally wound up for one big punch, Debbie shaking her head desperately. "No... no, please, don't! Not my tits! I can't take anymore!" she babbled, but Kimmy threw one big uppercut into Debbie's bare right breast. The impact hit hard enough to launch Debbie a few inches into the air, clunking her head on the statue and plopping back into the water in a topless, busty mess. Kimmy grinned and raised her fists over her head, hopping up and down giddily.
"I did it!" she chimed with her proud smile stuck on her face. "Woo! Kidnap that, you flabby jerks!" She kicked the floating Megan in the side for good measure. "So... what do we do with them now?" she asked, looking up at her friends.
Ashley shrugged. "Well they said they'd shut down the businesses. That's a good sign, right?"
Samantha nodded and walked over, dragging the still motionless Natasha from the fountain. "And they're going to be scared shitless from us... and need a lot of work to take down their places..."
So it was that Kimmy, Ashley, and Samantha kept their bakery afloat, running their cozy little business in the middle of the mall. Megan, Bunny and their fellow bullies were forced to take down their sleazy businesses, and like the fight, the girls sold their snacks for the show that this was. Under the threats of further punishment, all six of the girls were forced to take down their shops with the windows open and entirely in the nude. Every jiggle, every exposing bend over or reach up to a top shelf, every strained grunt to move a heavy piece of equipment was laughed at by a crowd of mocking college students while they enjoyed their treats from Bake My Day across the hall.
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