Verena Prechtl vs Katy Perry: Fighting Skill vs Body Mass

herboyfriend · « **on:** September 26, 2018, 10:41:06 PM »

Ilse Aigner, conservative politician from southern Germany, is not happy.
...Her contest with Californian pop princess Katy Perry started out very much in her favour. The former scientist gladly took up Katy’s challenge to a battle of IQ tests before the two women were to compete physically for dominance. Katy, after a result of an IQ of 120 for her was announced, commented with emphasis: ’This is not my ultimate strength! I’m having a really bad day with this, I can and would do better another time!’
Ilse, however, laughed off Katy’s protest when she had her test result of an IQ of 165 announced. Katy, exposed to public ridicule for her IQ level so decidedly inferior to Ilse’s, was devastated.
Then, Ilse went on to crush Katy’s boobs in a tit fight with her bigger breasts, before even slamming the pop star’s arm in an armwrestling contest.
Ilse, at that point, radiated the self assurance of a crushing victory, while Katy looked up at the over five inches taller opponent with frustration and apprehension while stepping into the ring with her for the final showdown.
Then, the unexpected happened - while the two women battled and Ilse repeatedly lifted her shorter, smaller and lighter opponent off the ground to slam her, and Katy was painfully despairing of being at her rival’s mercy, Ilse suddenly began to give in to the sex appeal of her enemy. Finally, while Katy sensed her opponent weakening, Ilse found herself entangled in a clinch with Katy, both women rolling on the floor, their legs wrapped around each other, which led to Ilse suddenly being overcome with an orgasm so engulfing that she lay quivering while Katy straddled her and ended up sitting on Ilse’s face. Drenched in her own sweat and nearly suffocating, Ilse had no option left but to feebly lift her hand to tap out. Katy posed victoriously, flexing her arms and smiling at the flashing cameras, euphoric in the awareness she had overcome and defeated the tall, heavy woman.
Katy, on that night, performed in the same beer tent at the famous Oktoberfest, which was what Ilse had tried to prevent her from doing. Watching Katy’s gig in the beer tent which Ilse virtually regarded as being hers, Ilse had to witness the humiliating result of her defeat.

While Katy was celebrated by her fans who had come to cheer for her during the fight and were now staying to see her gig, Ilse watched from a hidden corner and was approached by a friend of hers, the plus size model Verena Prechtl.
The young woman who, at her height of 6’0.5” stands even taller then Ilse and seems to be at least double the size of hers, tells her friend she would love to try avenging her, challenging Katy Perry to a fight.
’A proud woman like you should not be brought down by a skinny brat like her, but now it’s happened at least I’d like to get that little bitch in my fingers. If I do I’ll squash her to a pulp in my hands!’
As Verena spoke within earshot of paparazzi who were eager to hear about anything which was to come off Katy’s victory over Ilse not much time elapsed before Verena’s plans reached Katy.
Euphoric about getting the better of Ilse she then confronted Verena. Drawing herself up to her full height of 5’6” with her hands on her hips, the pop princess gazed up at the enormous woman. While the top of her head didn’t reach Verena’s nose and she seemed to be a mere third of the tall blonde’s body mass, Katy quickly assessed her new rival and concluded that Verena was not very athletic. Calmly, she told the the woman, ’Ive already embarrassed your pathetic friend in the wrestling ring and now you want to experience the same treatment? Look, girl, you may be big but you don’t even seem as capable as she is! All in all, when I look at you, you seem to be just a big, big blob of fat! When I roll you over on your back you’ll be the laughing stock for the whole audience just like Ilse was, when I literally wipe my bum with your face just like I did with hers!’
Verena smirked and replied without hesitation, ’What you did to that wonderful woman, my friend Ilse, was a freak win which you couldn’t even repeat if you were to ever fight her again! She’d crush you in her hand if she touched you again. But, little bitch, I’d love to have the pleasure of doing exactly that for her. So you think I’m all fat, do you? Well, let me wrap just one arm around you and then break your whole ribcage with a flick of my wrist, and you’ll see how much in your stupidity you mistake muscle for fat!’
Katy was determined not to be intimidated by tough talk from Verena. ’You won’t even get as far as putting your greasy, flabby arm around me, fatty! I’ll flip you off your elephant feet and over onto your back before you can say “have mercy”, and bounce my bumcheeks up and down your ugly face while you’ll tap out just like she did!’’
Verena looked down at the woman who seemed tiny to her but also appeared as something like a miracle considering she defeated Ilse. ’Oh, Katy, you poor thing, now I can see how stupid you are! Thinking I’d allow you to get the better of me? With those arms and legs of mine? Just look at you! Come on, your arms are like pencils next to tree trunks compared to mine!’’
’Well, are they really, you stupid cow?’’ Katy said, getting increasingly angry. ’Maybe you’re the one confusing her own surplus body fat with her wishful thinking that she had actual muscles! You’re like a giant pudding, girl, I’ll ride you like a fucking bouncy castle and have fun with it! Just let me get my hands on you, and get your surprise, you dumb alien!’
Verena started to feel offended, and now said, menacingly and making an effort to remain calm, ’The fact that you stand in front of me with that puny skinny excuse for a body of yours and still dare to insult me says everything about you having seventy percent of Ilse’s IQ, as we’ve already determined tonight. Any girl with a bit of sufficient intelligence would be on her knees to kiss my toes to avoid a fight with me.’
Katy’s eyes darted poison up at Verena’s. ’You fat bitch, that was just a freak slip, I’ve definitely got more brain power than that fucking result of just that one test against one of hers!’
’Seventy percent, hahaha!’ Verena teased and laughed.
’Stop it, you fat cow!’ Katy shouted.
Still laughing, Verena touched Katy’s forehead with her index finger, teasing her, ’You’re a little idiot, aren’t you? Haha!’
Growing more and more furious, Katy swatted Verena’s Finger away with an angry wave of her hand. ’You insult my intelligence once more and I’ll slap your fucking hideous face!’
Verena smirked, and continued to tease Katy, giggling. ’Little Idiot, proud of her seventy percent, hehe!’
Katy, at that point, had to vent her rage. Reaching up above her head, she slapped Verena’s face. Verena looked at her in surprise, then said, menacingly, under her breath, ’Katy, little Katy, you’re clearly overstepping the mark!’.
Without further warning, she slapped Katy back, angrily and with brute force.
Verena’s heavy arm colliding with Katy’s head, the pop princess was swept off her feet. She stumbled backwards and crashed into a wooden bench which was placed along one of the long tables behind her. Paparazzi which have been around the beer tent flashed their cameras while Katy was lying draped facedown over the bench in her Dirndl dress, with Verena standing over her, laughing.
’Come on, Katy Perry famous pop star, apologise and admit you’re a simpleton, then we shake hands and I spare you the embarrassment of putting you over my lap and spanking your naked skinny little bottom in front of all the cameras!’
She took up a full big glass of beer and emptied it over Katy’s back and head.
Katy struggled back onto her feet, pushed her sticky wet hair back, and fixated Verena with a stare full of rage. ’You damn fat whore, I’ll take you apart! You’re not going to make a laughing stock of me, bitch!’
’Katy, I’m afraid I already have!’ Verena said.
Katy reached for another full glass on the table behind her. Determinedly, she flung it towards Verena. It hit Verena’s enormous bust and its contents splashed all over the big woman’s face. Closing her eyes, Verena stumbled one step backwards while furious Katy approached her and spat at her, aiming for the tall woman’s face. However, her spittle missed its aim and merely soiled Verena’s Dirndl dress where it stretched over her majestic bust which was drenched in beer already anyway. Verena, for one moment, stared down at the shattered glass’s shards down at her feet, then stepped over them towards Katy and spat down in the other, considerably shorter, woman’s face, splashing Katy’s forehead with her saliva.
Katy stepped away and bent over to wipe her face with her Dirndl’s apron. Verena dried her face with hers.
Katy then turned around and glared at Verena. ’Bitch,’ she hissed with hatred, ’step into that ring with me now! I’ll tear you apart like a sheet of paper!’
’You’re about to get the hardest spanking of your whole life, you little brat!’ Verena threatens.
Katy, angry and determined to fight Verena in a full on wrestling match, was not going to back down. ’You’re not scaring me, you freak. You don’t look like you had any skill to fight with. In one minute I’ll have you on your back, and sit on your face!’...

KATY PERRY: 33 years, 5’6”

VERENA PRECHTL: 31 years, 6’0.5”

BELOW: Verena: ‘A woman of substance like me looks a good deal better in a Dirndl dress than a skinny waif like Katy Perry! And I’m sure everybody would agree with me that particularly she looks like a scarecrow.’

BELOW: Katy: ‘A fat girl like Verena doesn’t make much of an impression in a Dirndl dress. She looks a bit like a sausage in hers! I think a more athletic figure, like mine, is decidedly better suited for a sexy Bavarian lady’s garment!’

BELOW: Verena: ‘Take a good look, skinny little Katy: this is what a strong woman’s biceps looks like! That’s something different from those pencils you call arms, ey?’

BELOW: Katy: ‘Oh dear, Verena, you call that flabby layer of excess fat a biceps? I don’t think you get the right idea what muscle means! Look at these arms: It isn’t size which counts when you’re fat like a pig, I’ve got a pair of guns in my toned arms which put yours to shame!’