The Big Girls
By the Masked Writer
Ashley and Dani were both icons in the world of plus-size modeling, celebrated for their confidence, beauty, and advocacy for body positivity. They had been chosen as the faces of a new swimwear line for a high-profile brand’s tropical island campaign. The location, with its crystal-clear waters, pristine beaches, and lush greenery, was the perfect backdrop for the videoshoot. But as the week unfolded, the shared spotlight began to reveal cracks beneath their public camaraderie.
From the moment Ashley and Dani stepped off the boat onto the island, they drew the eyes of everyone around them. Ashley, standing tall at 5’10”, possessed a commanding presence. Her toned physique was a blend of curves and athleticism, with strong legs, defined arms, and a posture that exuded confidence. Her long dark hair, cascading in waves down her back, framed striking features: high cheekbones, full lips, and eyes that sparkled with vitality. She looked every inch the powerhouse she was known to be.
Dani, slightly shorter at 5’7”, had a softer, more voluptuous figure that radiated femininity. Her skin glowed under the tropical sun, and her warm hazel eyes and charming smile had a way of drawing people in. While her arms and legs were less defined, her curves were celebrated by fans worldwide for their natural beauty. Her short, stylish haircut added an edge to her look, giving her a unique flair that set her apart.
Two other models, more on the skinny side, participated.
At first, the atmosphere was friendly. They laughed as they tried on swimsuits from the new line, playfully complimenting each other’s looks. Dani admired Ashley’s striking physique, while Ashley praised Dani’s radiant smile. The mutual admiration, however, began to shift when the activities started.
The morning shoot involved paddleboarding. Ashley leapt onto her board with natural ease, her balance impeccable as she glided across the water. The crew cheered her on as she struck a few playful poses for the cameras, even managing a one-legged stance. Dani, meanwhile, struggled to even stand. Each attempt to balance was met with a wobble, which made her flesh jiggle, in a stark contrast with Ashley’s toned physique. After several falls into the water, she grew visibly frustrated.
“Don’t worry, Dani,” Ashley called out encouragingly. “It’s all about finding your core strength.”
Dani forced a smile but couldn’t help feeling some embarrassment. Later came a surfing session, Ashley effortlessly rode the waves, while Dani barely managed to catch one. The difference in their athletic abilities as well as their physique, became more apparent, and the friendly rivalry began to simmer.
By the third day, the tension had grown. During a beach volleyball match, the models were divided in two teams and Ashley and Dani were on opposite sides. Ashley’s competitive edge quickly shone through. She spiked the ball with precision, dove to save points, and rallied her team to victory. Dani, on the other hand, struggled to keep up. From the start, her movements were slower, her reactions delayed. When the ball came her way, she often missed, her clumsy attempts earning polite but awkward encouragement from the crew.
As the game progressed, Dani’s lack of endurance became glaringly obvious. After just a few minutes, she was panting heavily, her face flushed and her swimsuit clinging to her damp skin. Meanwhile, Ashley moved with ease, barely breaking a sweat as she sprinted, jumped, and delivered powerful serves.
During one particularly intense rally, Ashley dove to save a ball, sending it soaring back over the net. The crowd cheered as her team scored another point. Dani, on the other side, struggled to bend low enough to return a serve, losing her balance and tumbling heavily into the sand. She forced a laugh, brushing off the moment, but inside she felt humiliated.
“Great effort, Dani!” one of the crew members called out, but the words only deepened her frustration. By the end of the match, Dani was visibly exhausted, her movements sluggish and her pride battered.
After the match, Dani sat on the sand, fuming. Ashley could see how she flet and approached her with a bottle of water. “You’re doing OK,” she said. “These things just take practice.”
“Not everyone’s a fitness queen,” Dani snapped before she could stop herself.
Ashley looked taken aback but quickly recovered. “I’m just trying to help,” she said, her tone calm but cool.
Next came the swimming shoot.
The swimming shoot was set against the breathtaking backdrop of the coral reef. Ashley, confident in the water, dove gracefully, her strokes cutting through the ocean with ease. She posed underwater effortlessly, her movements fluid and elegant as the cameras captured her every motion. Dani, on the other hand, found herself struggling from the start.
The initial scenes required a long swim to a shallow reef. Ashley powered ahead, while Dani fell behind, her arms and legs burning with exertion. As the crew encouraged her to keep going, Dani’s frustration grew and she ended the exercise almost breathless. Then came the scuba diving portion. While Ashley took to the equipment with ease, diving into the depths with a natural poise, Dani hesitated, uneasy about breathing through the apparatus and still tired from the swimming session.
When it was time for them to swim side by side for a dynamic shot, Dani felt her strength waning and panicked. The water suddenly felt overwhelming, and her breathing became erratic. Flailing her arms, she began to sink. A crewmember shouted in alarm, and Ashley, noticing immediately, swam to Dani’s side. Wrapping a strong arm around her, Ashley pulled Dani to the surface and helped her back to the boat.
The crew rushed to Dani’s aid, wrapping her in a towel as she sat shivering and shaken. While everyone reassured her that accidents happen, Dani couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes. The humiliation was too much. To make matters worse, Ashley’s act of saving her—while brave and selfless—felt like yet another reminder of her own shortcomings.
“Are you okay?” Ashley asked softly.
Dani forced a nod but couldn’t hide the tears welling in her eyes. “Thanks,” she muttered. Her voice was tight, her pride wounded beyond repair.
Ashley gave her a small smile and patted her shoulder, but Dani could hardly stand to look at her. For the rest of the day, Dani stayed quiet, avoiding conversation and retreating to her room as soon as the shoot wrapped up. Ashley was beginning to show some impatience towards her colleague, who seemed so out of shape and seeming to blame other people for it.
Day 5: A Day Off... or Not
After the intense week of filming, Day 5 was meant to be a day of rest. The models and crew had the morning free to enjoy the island before their departure the following day. Ashley and Dani, along with Kat—a fellow model from the shoot—decided to spend their free time lounging on the beach. The warm sun and sound of the waves seemed like the perfect way to unwind after the hectic shoot.
As they strolled back toward the hotel, they noticed a small crowd gathered around a makeshift outdoor gym set up on the beachside lawn. Lively music played from a speaker, and laughter and cheers erupted from the group. A sign advertised a casual "Strong Girl/Boy Contest," open to anyone who wanted to test their strength.
Ashley’s eyes lit up as she observed the event. “This looks fun,” she said, smiling. “I’d love to give it a try.”
Dani shifted uncomfortably, hoping Ashley’s interest would stay hypothetical. But before she could say anything, Kat piped up with a mischievous grin. “You should do it too, Dani. It’d be fun to see the two of you go head-to-head.”
Dani’s heart sank. She didn’t want to participate—she knew how the comparison would play out—but she also didn’t want to seem like a coward. Saying no would feel like admitting defeat before even trying.
“Sure,” Dani said with forced enthusiasm, her voice betraying her nerves. “Why not?”
With that, the three of them approached the organizer, who was more than happy to have the two models join the competition. After some discussion, it was decided that Ashley and Dani would face off in a series of four challenges: bench pressing, carrying each other fireman-style over a 100-foot distance, lifting cement bags onto a five-foot-high table, and an arm-wrestling match to cap things off.
Dani was up first. She lay down on the bench, gripping the barbell nervously as the crowd gathered around. The first lift, at 50 pounds, went up shakily but successfully. She exhaled deeply as the weight was raised to 70 pounds. With a visible struggle, she managed to complete the press, her arms trembling. The crowd gave a polite cheer.
When the weight reached 90 pounds, Dani’s confidence cracked. As she lowered the bar, her arms wobbled uncontrollably. Despite her best effort, she couldn’t push it back up. The spotters stepped in quickly, lifting the bar off her and helping her sit up. Flushed and embarrassed, Dani avoided eye contact with the spectators.
“Good effort, Dani!” Ashley called out with a smile as she stepped up. “But let me show you how it’s done.”
Dani bit her lip and moved aside, folding her arms tightly as she watched Ashley lie down on the bench. Ashley started effortlessly with 50 pounds, then 70, her movements smooth and controlled. When the weight reached 90 pounds—the one Dani had failed at—Ashley pressed it up with barely a strain, glancing Dani’s way with a sly smile.
“This one’s for you,” Ashley quipped as she added more weight. The bar now held 120 pounds, and Ashley pressed it cleanly for reps, her biceps flexing as the crowd cheered louder. She added 140 pounds and completed one final lift before stepping up and tossing her hair back. “Guess I should’ve gone heavier,” she joked.
Dani’s heart sank. The gap between their abilities was undeniable, and Ashley’s playful jabs only deepened her humiliation.
Next was the fireman carry. Ashley went first, hoisting Dani over her shoulders with ease and striding confidently down the 100-foot course. The crowd clapped as she crossed the finish line in just under 25 seconds, barely out of breath.
When it was Dani’s turn to carry Ashley, the situation quickly turned awkward. She struggled to lift Ashley off the ground, her face turning red with exertion. With some effort, she finally got Ashley onto her shoulders, but she staggered and nearly fell after only a few steps. The crowd watched in sympathetic silence as she stopped after 15 feet, shaking her head and admitting defeat. Ashley helped Dani set her down gently, her expression unreadable.
The third challenge involved lifting cement bags onto a five-foot-high table. The bags started at 20 pounds and increased by 10 pounds each round. Ashley breezed through the first few rounds, handling the increasing weight with impressive strength and precision. She managed to lift the 90-pound bag before finally bowing out at 100 pounds.
Dani’s performance was far less successful. She struggled with the 30-pound bag and barely managed the 40-pound one. When the weight was increased to 50 pounds, she couldn’t get it onto the table and stepped back, visibly frustrated. The contrast between her and Ashley’s abilities was stark, and the growing murmurs in the crowd didn’t help her mood.
The final challenge was an arm-wrestling match between the two. They sat down at the table, clasping hands as the crowd gathered around. Ashley’s biceps flexed as she adjusted her grip, while Dani’s arm seemed to lack the same definition.
The match was over in seconds. Ashley pinned Dani’s arm down with little effort, looking almost apologetic as she did so. The crowd erupted into cheers for Ashley, while Dani yanked her hand back, avoiding eye contact with anyone.
As the event concluded, Dani’s frustration boiled over. “Must be nice to win everything so easily,” she muttered bitterly, her voice just loud enough for Ashley to hear.
Ashley paused, her smile fading as she turned to Dani. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” Dani snapped, her cheeks flushed. “Some of us don’t live in the gym, Ashley. We’re not all obsessed with being the strongest or the fastest.”
Ashley’s eyes narrowed, her patience finally giving way. “You know what, Dani? If you spent half as much time working on yourself as you do making excuses, maybe you wouldn’t be so bitter right now.”
Dani recoiled, stunned. “That’s uncalled for.”
“Is it?” Ashley shot back. “Look, I get it—you’re out of shape. Fine. But don’t sign up for something like this and then act like I’m the bad guy for doing well. This wasn’t about showing you up. It was supposed to be fun, but apparently, you’d rather sulk and blame me for your own insecurities.”
Dani’s jaw tightened, but she couldn’t find a response.
Ashley shook her head, her tone turning icy. “You’ve been acting like a sore loser all week, and honestly? It’s exhausting. Maybe instead of taking it out on me, you should take a long, hard look at yourself.”
The words hit Dani harder than any of the contests had. She turned away, storming off toward the water, her pride shattered. Ashley watched her go, exhaling sharply before turning to Kat, who had been watching from the sidelines.
“Well, that went well,” Ashley muttered, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Kat raised her eyebrows, unsure of what to say. The day that was meant to be a break had instead driven an even deeper wedge between the two models.
Later that afternoon, as the sun dipped lower on the horizon, a small crowd gathered near the makeshift gym. An organizer had set up a circle in the sand for beach wrestling, inviting anyone willing to face off against a muscular local wrestler. The man, broad-shouldered and impressively built, had already bested a handful of challengers.
Ashley, her confidence undented from the earlier contests, stepped forward with a grin. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got,” she said, tying her hair back as the crowd buzzed with excitement.
The match began, and it was clear that while Ashley lacked the man’s technical skill, she was no pushover. She used her strength to hold her ground, forcing him to work for every advantage. Though she eventually lost—pinned after a quick maneuver—the wrestler helped her to her feet and clapped her on the back.
“Great effort,” he said. “You’re strong. With some practice, you could be dangerous.”
Ashley laughed, brushing sand off her arms. The crowd applauded her performance, impressed by her strength and willingness to take on the challenge.
Then Dani’s voice broke through the applause. “I want to wrestle next,” she blurted, stepping into the circle.
The crowd fell silent for a moment, a mix of curiosity and disbelief on their faces. Ashley turned to Dani, her brow furrowed in surprise and annoyance. “You’re kidding, right?”
Dani crossed her arms, a smug look on her face. “No, I’m not. I want to wrestle you.”
Ashley’s patience, wearing thin from Dani’s earlier attitude, snapped. “Fine,” she said curtly. “If that’s what you want, let’s do it.”
The two women squared off in the circle, their contrasting physiques drawing murmurs from the audience. Ashley stood tall and confident, her toned frame practically glowing under the setting sun. Dani, on the other hand, looked uneasy, her softer figure already betraying her lack of readiness for the challenge ahead. Even their skins contrasted, Ashley having a great suntan while Dani’s lily white skin was turning reddish under the sun.
As the organizer said “Fight”, calling the start of the match, Dani rushed forward, trying to grab hold of Ashley. But Ashley sidestepped her with ease, a smirk spreading across her face. Dani stumbled, but managed, barely, to stay on her feet.
“Really?” Ashley teased, her voice loud enough for the crowd to hear. “That’s your big move? You’ll have to try harder than that.”
Flustered but determined, Dani tried again, lunging at Ashley. This time, Ashley caught her by the wrists, using her superior strength to hold Dani in place effortlessly, keeping her arms apart. Dani huffed and puffed, panting, her face red, pushing as hard as she could to gain the upper hand, the soft flesh under her arms trembling with effort, all in vain. She couldn't do anything against Ashley's strength. Then, with a quick twist, Ashley swept Dani’s legs out from under her, sending her collapse in in the sand in a great tremor of pale, soft flesh.
The crowd erupted in laughter as Dani struggled clumsily to get up, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Ashley stood over her, hands on her hips, shaking her head mockingly. “Did you trip, or was that your plan?” she quipped.
As Dani rose, Ashley moved in, giving her a playful—but firm—slap on the backside, making her flesh jiggle and leaving the red mark of her hand on Dani’s pale skin. . The sound echoed, drawing more laughter from the audience. "What a mass of jelly!" Ashley said with a grin. “All that extra padding isn’t helping, is it?”
Dani whirled around, her face a mix of anger and humiliation, and tried to grab Ashley again. But Ashley easily dodged her clumsy attempt, slipping behind her and giving her hip a pinch. The soft flesh jiggled again, drawing more chuckles from the crowd. "It feels like a very soft mattress! Must be confortable" Said Ashley with a cruel smile.
Dani tried to swipe at Ashley, but she was too slow. Ashley danced around her, giving her a playful push that sent her stumbling backward, falling on her back, legs in the air. The fall momentarily took her breath away, and she got up painfully, panting.“You’re making this too easy,” Ashley said, her tone dripping with mockery.
The crowd’s laughter grew louder as Ashley continued to toy with Dani, slapping at her thighs and pinching her arms to make the flesh jiggle. Each little humiliation chipped away at Dani’s composure, and tears of frustration began to well in her eyes. Having eyes full of tears did not improve her vision and made her attacks even more clumsy
When Dani made one last desperate attempt to tackle Ashley, Ashley grabbed her by the biceps, her tanned fingers sinking deeply into the soft, pale flesh, then, showing all her strength, she forced her to kneel despite Dani resisting as much as she could, and laid her on her back in the sand. Climbing on top of her, Ashley settled into a schoolgirl pin, her knees pressing down on Dani’s shoulders. Dani squirmed helplessly, her face red with exertion and shame. Her legs beat the air and the sand in a great display of jiggling flesh, all in vain. She tried to brace herself to lift Ashley's 200 pounds, but it would have taken more strength than she had.
Ashley leaned forward, her hands on her hips, grinning down at Dani. “Pinned,” she said smugly. “Guess this is what happens when you bite off more than you can chew.”
Dani tried to buck Ashley off, but her attempts were futile. Ashley flexed her arms mockingly, turning to the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner!” she announced, drawing cheers and more laughter.
Leaning down, Ashley added in a whisper only Dani could hear, “Next time, don’t embarrass yourself like this.”
Dani couldn’t hold back her tears any longer. As Ashley stood and brushed herself off, Dani got up even more clumsily as she tried to hurry, stumbling and falling back onto her wide behind. Once on her feet, she left the area as quickly as she could, brushing the sand off herself, which provoked a few jeers from the people about “jiggling fat” and so on.
Ashley looked after her, her expression hardening. “She asked for it,” she muttered, turning away as the organizer stepped forward to calm the murmuring audience.
The atmosphere had shifted. What began as playful competition had descended into a brutal display of dominance, leaving Dani’s pride shattered in the sand.
She headed toward her hotel room as fast as she could. Once there, she burst into tears, her plump body shaking with sobs. Trying in vain to hold back her tears, she vowed that this wouldn’t end like this."
For Ashley, the outcome was more ambiguous. While she felt a bit sorry for Dani, who had been humiliated due to her own fault, she had rediscovered the pleasure of physical confrontation (which she had not experienced since her early teens when she was playwrestling with the neighborhood boys) and, even more so, something entirely new : the thrill of victory accompanied by her total domination over another woman.
To be continued
