The Reward Ch. 1 Olympic Trials

By Jax_Teller


For many years training in martial arts had been at the center of my families’ activities. This year was different for now I was 18, and was nearing the top of my class in FaQ. I was competing at the age of eight but now ten years later I was fighting the elite of the elite. This was a chance to go beyond the local tournaments, state, regionals and past the nationals which I had won the last 4 yrs. running. Now I was in sight of the Olympics. If I could just keep this up I would have the reputation and people would pay big to have me teach. I love to teach, it gives me a lot of satisfaction on different levels.

This qualifier tournament was the key; if I won here I would be a shoe in for the Olympic team. The tournament was 500 miles away in Columbus Ohio so we’d be staying in motels. The only problem on my mind was Debbie. I didn’t have to fight her, well at least not physically, but I did have to keep focused with her around. Debbie was another student at the club I belong to, and we hung around each other for years. She had the girl next door, tom boy look going but recently she had developed. The lean fighter had softened in feminine ways.

While she was still a fierce fighter on the mats, she was now getting attention from all the males. Her breasts which were practically nonexistent last year were now 34 C cups. Her hips which were narrow last year now formed the softer curves of femininity. Her hair was almost always in a braid, was now being let down as soon as the training or match was over. Her skin just seemed to glow now. I thought some of this was just my own awakenings, but others were noticing her too.

The weigh in portion of fighting in a tournament was always interesting. Some events had semi-public places to weigh in, at others weigh ins were somewhat shielded. To my good fortune, I had been chose to work the tournaments in the capacity of weighing in the competitors. Now if you’ve never been to the weigh in, it can be very telling about the types of individuals. There are those who have no aspirations of being anything other than the competition they are at and then there are those who must make weight to stay in a weight class.

Some show up in their uniforms for fighting but often end up peeling layer after layer until the weight limit is met or they are at their comfort level of undress. Some had no modesty and would be in their undergarments before ever stepping on the scale. Some would request a screen so that they were not visible to the room. Either way I was the one moving the weight along the bar and writing the weights down for both males and females. So at times I would get an eye full of the body in front of me.

Debbie never had a problem making weight and usually just stepped up to the scale removed her clothing down to a pair of track shorts and sports bra. This year was different though. Everyone was ultra-sensitive because of the upcoming Olympics and this was the only chance to get qualified. Debbie stepped up to the scale and did the wiggle out of her uniform, and my jaw almost dropped seeing her breasts in the sports bra now. She was stacked now, bending over to remove the uniform pants her bra struggled to contain her.

She was the focus of every male in the room and even some of the females. I weighed her and noted that she had stepped up a weight class. Usually that was a negative thing, but it seemed to be her intention and she was happy.