You picked a bad time to call me fat. A story written by vlad316, starring Danielle and Brielle from the “Worst Beating ever” 2 part series.

I can’t believe it!! I’ve been married for 10 months now, and even more unbelievable, I’M PREGNANT!! Yes, in just a few weeks I am going to be a Mom. I am so ready to be, or as ready as I can be. Danielle is so excited for me, and in a way this baby is the full circle of our friendship.
I remember when I told her, and she started crying instantly, walking over and embracing me with tears streaming down her face. The guilt over what she tried to do to me 2 years ago remains and always will. She hates herself for trying to permanently injure me and prevent me from fulfilling my dream of becoming a Mom and having a baby. I’ve told her that I forgave her, and it was over and forgotten, but it’s harder for her to forgive herself. In a slightly selfish way, I don’t exactly mind the guilt she feels, as I still remember the beating she delivered to me. She has gone out of her way to make things right between us and to be honest; I don’t mind the added attention I get from her.
One day, she and I were going to her car in the Mall parking lot after shopping for baby things when a woman walks up and asks me my name. I say “I’m Brielle, but do I know you?”
“No, but I know your husband.” spits out his ex-fiancée Wendy. “I was engaged to be married to him in 1997, but things didn’t go as I hoped.”
“No, they didn’t.” I say with a bit of contempt, immediately remembering the horror stories he told me about her and what she did to his psyche for years. “But that’s to be expected when you cheated on him with 6 different guys and got drunk and high all the time. Besides, that was 14 years ago, and that has nothing to do with myself or my marriage.” I say, wondering how she’d handle that. My loving husband told me about her and how it took him a long time to trust any woman again and how nonchalant she was the day he caught some guy she worked with leaping out their bedroom window as she kneeled on their bed nude, covered only by a towel and the fear he was going to rip her head off, something he was justified in doing at that point.
“I made a mistake, ok? He made the bigger one by leaving me because of it and then he winds up married to you? Seriously, what are you, like 19? Were you even legal when you met him? Christ, you could call him Daddy!” she lets out, insulting my age as if that would bother me. Yes, I am 21 years younger than he is, but we are both happy and God knows after what we’ve been through together, our age difference is meaningless.
“You made a mistake? That’s putting it mildly. Didn’t you worry about contracting something and giving it to him or as it happened, getting caught? I mean, you had sex with another guy in his bed and he’s supposed to just forget it and still marry you?” I ask, and the answer I got pissed me off…
“Yeah, like the mistake he made marrying you. What in the hell does he want with your fat ass?” she spews out, idiotically.
“I’m 8 months pregnant you stupid skank! Besides, I’ll still look better than you do after I have the baby and this conversation is over.” I say, as she gets more indignant.
“What did you call me?” she says. “I called you a stupid skank, but in reality I meant stupid whore.” I say.
“Bitch, pregnant or not, I should punch you in the face for talking to me like that. Who in the…”
“Excuse me whore? What did you just say?” Danielle, almost too quiet during this, speaks up as she steps in front of me with her arms folded.
“I said I should punch her in her whore mouth” Wendy says, as I realize she just said one too many stupid things.
Danielle doesn’t even blink as she looks at my husband’s ex and goes “You can punch her when you can step over my cold, dead ass to get to her you ugly red-haired, cocksucking, pigfaced, worthless, two bit fleabag cunt!!” Danielle isn’t known for being subtle.
Wendy’s mouth begins her destruction. “What, do you think your little midget ass can do an..UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
I heard what I swore was a crack of lightning, but it was just Danielle punching Wendy in the face so hard I saw a flash of light. Wendy spun around 180 and went down on one knee, holding her cheek. I know what that punch feels like, and I smile knowing Wendy is checking to see if her jaw is still attached. Moaning, she stands slowly, hurt and a little dazed at least as Danielle goes into Bitch Mode!! “Come on, you pig fucking whore! Get up so I can beat you like the red haired bastard slut you are!” Wendy turns to face Danielle, as the side of her face is bloody already. She lunges for Danielle as Danielle makes her pay with a perfect punch to the belly with her right then a left to the spot in her stomach. The sick thuds of Danielle’s rock hard fists land flush and deep as “OOOOFFFFFFFFF” and “UUUGGGGGGGGGGGGFFFFFFF” is all Wendy can spit out as she doubles over, holding the belly that I know isn’t done suffering by a long shot.
“BITCH!!” Danielle screams out as she punches Wendy in the face with her right, making her scream “AAAUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
“WHORE!!” Danielle yells, emphasizing the left cross to her mouth and the “UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” from Wendy’s bloody mouth.
“PIG!” Danielle barks out as her right again plants itself in Wendy’s belly, right in the pit. I will admit, seeing Wendy doubled over, moaning, the “OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHAAA” that came from her bloody lips as Danielle’s fist drove into her made me smile. Danielle smiled as she lifted this bitch up by the throat and went “I have to admit, punching you in the belly is FUN!!” as “fun” came from her mouth, another right uppercut slams into Wendy’s belly. She is lifted upward, or so it seems as she doubles over, then goes to her knees and her head rests on the pavement. A “GUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” was all Wendy could let out as Danielle’s punch landed perfectly in her now bruising belly again, now the moaning is the only sounds coming from my wonderful husband’s slut ex, who’s shaking a little and holding her destroyed belly. I remember that feeling, as I cradle my baby that’s safe and warm in my belly, remembering the pain and helplessness I felt that day. The betrayal of my best friend doing what she did to me, the months of painful surgery, but the feeling that she deserves this not only for threatening me while I am pregnant but for the Hell my husband went through with her. From having to tell his parents the wedding was off, the shame he felt that he wasn’t enough of a man for her, to even being sued by her for wedding expenses that she actually won despite her being the cause of the breakup.
“So, pig face, you done getting beaten? If I were you, I would be. I mean, if you get up, I’ll punch your ugly face some more until society isn’t repulsed by it. Brielle, I will say, he definitely traded way up with you. What did he see in this low rent whore anyway? Hell, he should thank her for cheating on him, he could have been stuck with her and that would have sucked.” Danielle has a mouth on her, and then some.
Wendy uses her car to get up, her lips bloody and blood trickling down her nose. Danielle stands there, hands on hips as Wendy somehow fires a right to Danielle’s belly. I hear the smack, the punch landed, but apparently Wendy didn’t exactly do any damage to Danielle’s perfect 6 pack abs.
“Oooohhh, ahhhhh! Oh, the pain!!” Danielle lets out mockingly as she rubs her rock hard belly. “My belly, oh god, you got me. Please, please, no more. Please don’t punch me again. If you hit me again, I..I may feel it you wimpy ass cocksucking bitch!” Danielle taunts her beaten adversary, as Wendy rears her fist back to punch Danielle in the face…
“UUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Danielle punches her right in the nose before Wendy’s fist even comes forward. It’s broken, the crack was loud, and the blood begins to pour out of her nose.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFF!”
Danielle then reared back and punched her deep in the belly, the punch hits with vile intentions, as Wendy violently doubles over in agony, dry heaving. Danielle then lifts her up by the throat and pushes her back against the car. I know what’s coming, and despite no pity for the woman who not only deeply hurt a man she’d should have felt honored to be marrying, but was going to physically harm me while I’m pregnant, I shudder as I hear Danielle’s fist begin to land.
“OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!! UUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!! YUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHNNNN! BUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHAAAAAAA!!”
Danielle proceeds to slam 4 sickening brutal uppercuts to Wendy’s bruised and beaten belly. Holding her upright, she lets her go on the last vicious punch as Wendy spits up, doubled over in agony, holding her beaten belly and shaking like a leaf. Dry heaving, the car holding her up, Wendy is a bloody and beaten bitch!!
“Please…please….no more. *GAG* I am..so sorry. I give up; please…don’t punch me anymore. I won’t threaten Brielle again, I..I promise. Oh…god, I am going to be sick. Please…I’m sorry.” Wendy, sobbing and stuttering, looks as pathetic as she sounds. Danielle, hands on hips, looks at me and smiles.
“Fine, I won’t hit you anymore. Brie baby, why don’t you come on over here and finish your man’s dirty ex whore off. The one who disrespected him and took him for Thousands of Dollars and made him not trust women for years. Oh, and didn’t she threaten to punch you and you’re pregnant?
I walk over; Wendy is rising up, shaking from the beating Danielle just gave her. Her face looks horrible, and I can see the welt that just happens to be the size of Danielle’s fist on her belly. Holding her destroyed belly, she sobs “Please, I’m sorry. Please don’t…punch me, I can’t take anymore. I shouldn’t have threatened you. It was wrong of me.” Wendy begs me not to, but Danielle had other plans…
“Brielle, Punch her in HER whore mouth, like she was going to do to you.” Danielle’s words bring a moment of carnal rage, as I’m reminded this bitch was going to attack me, not caring she could have harmed my child or worse. My right fist launches out as if my child’s life depends on it.
“UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………………”
The crack of my fist in her face was loud. Yes, this bitch came to hurt me with my baby inside me. I punched her so hard she spun 180 and her front hit the hood, her face and torso loudly bouncing off her car with a bang. Sliding off, she was knocked out, as I didn’t want her to even consider trying to punch me or my baby. Wendy fell on the pavement, as I stepped away. Danielle walks over to me and hugs me, cradling my unborn child in her arms and gently kissing my belly. “I promise, I’ll never let anyone harm you. I owe it to you to see that you are safe.” Danielle lets out, tears coming from her eyes, the guilt of what she did before to me very much still there.

“Danielle, I know I am…
“I promise I’ll protect you and your Mommy.” Danielle, in tears still, was speaking to my baby still cradling us both in her loving arms. “Nothing will happen to you as long as I am around honey, I promise.” Guilt can be so powerful an emotion, and Danielle may never stop feeling guilty about the vile beating she gave me. I put my arms around her, the friend I wanted her to be for so long is the friend I finally have in her. I know I am safe, and I know my baby is safe, Danielle would give her own life to save ours, and that’s a feeling nothing can replace.
And by the looks of Wendy, if any more of my husband’s exes are around still, I’d think long and hard about confronting me like Wendy did, especially with Danielle around. Then again, there is the one that cheated on him with some punk rock band drummer. I wouldn’t mind seeing Danielle punch a drum solo in her fat, ugly stomach and face. She owes my man money, and payback is Danielle in Bitch Mode.