Commissioned Stories: Belle (Patreon)

The libary really was a wonderful place. It was also, a rather lonely place, as Belle found it to be. No matter how many books were in here, and it was a big library, human companionship was also something she needed. It wasn’t like she didn’t have anyone with her, she did have her prince. But he was someone who also liked his own space, and Belle didn’t want to bother him in that. Belle thought to herself, sighing as she read her big grand book, who she could talk too to feel better. As Belle read her book, an old fantasy one, she read the part of the young girl who was saved from a great beast by her own father. Belle chuckled to herself, feeling the reverse happened for it, and at that moment, Bella knew why she was so lonely! Of everyone in her old village, their was one person she could at least depend on to be with her and love her. Her father, who she hadn’t seen in months.Not since she saved him by going to see the beast, when the beast and her father, Old Man Maurice, had a ‘debate’ on if it was legal or not for him to eat all of the Beast’s food. The beast didn’t think so, especially when he nearly took his rose. Belle took her fathers place, and more than settled things with her prince. While she had a lot of fun in the castle, her poor father must have missed her greatly. Belle knew that if she was going to be with people who really care for her, that meant she had to go get her dad. So, she wished the beast well, and he was more than happy for Belle to go find her father. He was in no place to argue with her on that. With his best wishes, Belle was off to get her father, and she didn’t even need a horse. Belle could walk faster than the horse could run.Getting from the castle to the village before took, at a good estimate, 3 and a half hours on horse. Maybe 3 if it was full gallop. Belle, just walking, not even running just going by a nice brisk pace, was there in minutes. Belle was a lady who did work out quite a bit, so for her, a walk across the forest was barely anything. Had she run, that would have caused quite a bit of problem for everyone. It was why running wasn’t something Belle did. Mostly because when she did so, she would scare people and they would ask her not to run. Which was a shame, because Belle LOVED running. It was one of her favorite things, next to reading all of her very big books and doing some garden work. Maybe even singing as well, though she didn’t do that very much. Still, as Belle got to the village, and saw all the villagers, the way they stared at her reminded her why she preferred books to people, mostly.None of them very much liked Belle because she was a big woman. The way people ran around her in fear, some not even knowing what to do as Belle walked past them, just reminded her how much they feared her. Yes, Belle was 8’5, and yes, she was over 500 pounds of muscle. Biceps bigger than most of their heads, and her calves looked like they could wrestle and crush pumpkins if she tried. Which she more than easily could. None of them really got to know Belle. Well, except the Bimbettes, but those girls only wanted Belle for her body, which she more than gave to them when… urges hit Belle. Which was often, sure, but now Beast is there for that. Even if the big burly prince was just as fragile as any of the Bimbettes… even less so in some regard. 

None of the people really liked or wanted Belle, always afraid she would go on some muscle chaos across town. But her dad always told her he loved her, even as she was benching a boulder more than 10 times the size of her dad. Never once did he fear his baby girl, and Belle promised to always be there for her dad. Now, she hoped her dad would be there again for her as she was lonely. Still, her dad was not without his flaws, so Belle didn’t go home to find him. She went to where her dad tended to be when not at home.The local tavern, where Belle applied the LEAST amount of pressure to open the doors… and the doors slammed against the wall, nearly taking down the doors… and the walls as the entire tavern shook. Everyone in there was surprised, and weren’t so surprised as who did so when Belle slowly got through the doors, crouching as she did and even angling to be sideways as she did so. No one gthere forgot Belle, especially three people. Thankfully for Belle, it wasn’t the Bimbettes, but it was Gaston, LeFou, and her dad, Old Man Maurice! Belle was actually happy to see her dad, but whatever happiness she had quickly evaporated when she saw what was going on. Gaston, a man who was always jealous of how big Belle was compared to him, and how she was known as the single strongest person in all of France. Probably Europe at that. Because of that jealousy, Gaston did something rather foolish to get revenge on her.Gaston had his feet on a footstool, that was Belle’s dad. LeFou serving Gaston beer. The way all three of them looked at Belle, told you all you needed to know what was about to happen. Maurice was overjoyed to see his daughter again as he was smiling ear to ear, LeFou knew he was doomed as he ran to hide under a chair, and Gaston got up from his throne to puff himself up, as he marched to Belle. Gaston was big, the biggest man there, maybe the biggest man in all of France. But when he stood face to face with Belle, all 6’7 and 310 pounds of him… he looked like a child about to be spanked by an older woman. Hard.

Belle stared down at Gaston, and flexed her biceps just a bit. The flex was enough to cause all the dust in the tavern to burst off any surface and every man there suddenly felt smaller than a mouse as they hid under their desks, afraid. Belle glared down at Gaston with a face that told any man that if he was a victim of this glare, he was suddenly going to a very far place. Maybe Alpha Centauri. Gaston though was not afraid of Belle at all. Not because he was braver than any man who had ever lived, he wasn’t scared of her for one reason. One greater than any explanation could give, beyond the most simple of them all. Gaston was a very stupid man. Instead of being scared of her, he thought HE could intimidate her!Gaston growled, puffing up his chest so he was far bigger. He was so big now, he was almost big enough to be considered half of Belle’s size, as he threatened her.“Now little lady, what do you think you’re doing in MY tavern, acting like you own the place?”Belle cocked an eyebrow, wondering if perhaps Gaston had a death wish, as she pointed at her father, and leaned down. A lot. Just to be face to face with Gaston.“I want my father back, and for you to stop hurting him, you very small, very pathetic, VERY little bully.”Gaston was more than offended, as he growled back at her. Gaston thought if he growled hard enough, he could scare Belle. Not even in his dreams as he flexed even harder than he ever flexed before in his life.“One problem with that, Missy. Your father, Old Man Maurice, owes me money. A LOT of money that he lost in a gambling game with me, and he has to make up for what he bet that he couldn’t afford.”

LeFou was shocked Gaston came up with the lie so fast, and before Maurice could say anything, Belle made it clear how much she believed Gaston. Belle grabbed Gaston by his neck, and with no effort, lifted him so high up his own feet couldn’t touch the floor. Gaston was being choked an inch of his life as he tried, and failed, to remove the two fingers crushing his neck! Gaston didn’t know anyone who had this kind of strength. No one could be this strong, he thought. Mostly because he didn’t think he was THAT strong. Belle could have sent him flying to the moon because of what he did, but Belle had a better idea. If Gaston really wanted to show off he was the biggest toughest guy around, than fine. Belle dropped Gaston to his knees, as Gaston held his neck that was almost snapped like a chicken bone, as Belle folded her arms and grumbled at him in a tone of voice no man liked hearing from a woman. Especially one who was half as built as Belle.“You want to bully everyone around you because of how small I make you feel, Gaston? Than fine, how about you try bullying me! One on one, we’ll compete in whatever games you want or desire. We’ll see who the strongest is among us, though I should warn you. I already know who it is.”

Gaston was offended, and so puffed up his chest to head to the table. It was more than clear what he wanted, and in a way it was almost adorable that he thought he stood anything close to a chance with a woman like Belle. Belle had no problem following after him, even knowing what his fate will be before he even started. When Gaston slammed his arm on the table, the table shook as his huge muscular arm was ready. It was like a tree trunk with a boulder glued to it. Gaston wrinkled his fingers ready, when Belle slammed her arm on the table. The entire tavern shook and even Gaston felt the table nearly give from what she did. Belle’s arm was like an entire oak tree with a mountain for a bicep, and her veins looked thicker than most mens wrists. Gaston was a big man, but next to Belle, he looked to be as small as a child.

Whatever intelligence was in Gaston must have left him because he took her hand ayway. Which was a bit ahrd for him, because of how much bigger Belle was so he had to straighten up to do so. Belle felt his grip on her hand, and she smirked as she gripped harder. Belle was not a cruel woman, but to the man who was bullying her father, she thought she very well could be. Gaston winced in agony, but held on for dear life as he intended to win this match. Gaston was a man who hunted bears, and those bears tended to be bigger than him. If he could win against them, than he can win against a woman he thought in his head was slightly bigger than him.Belle herself could feel Gaston’s hand bones starting to break and snap, so she let go a little bit. He wanted to armwrestle, and she’ll give him the chance. Gaston felt the pressure on his hand drop, and he mistook mercy for weakness, as he gripped as hard as he could. With enough force to nearly break the arm of anyone he was up against. Belle barely felt it as she rolled her eyes and let Gaston push as hard as he could. Gaston felt his arm was on fire as he got up and leaned with his whole body, trying to slam the arm of Belle down as quick and hard as he can. Gaston was putting in all of his effort, learning down hard, and sweat poured down his head. Gaston bit his tongue, and regretted what he was about to do, but it had to be done if he was going to win. Because while Gaston was a fool, he was not blind. He could see that no matter how much he pushed… Belle’s arm wasn’t going down. Even a little.

So, Gaston used both hands to push. It was his hope this would give him enough power to push her arm down and she couldn’t complain, because he didn’t actually say it would be one handed armwrestling. Instead, the push didn’t help Gaston at all, as his two arms clung to Belle’s hand as he was pushing with his entire body. Even using his legs, it didn’t seem to help at all. Gaston roared and grumbled, felt his body trying to throw in more energy than he currently had. Belle looked at Gaston, quite annoyed, and clicked her tongue.“You know, I’d make a joke of have you started… but I actually BARELY feel this, so the joke feels a bit too cruel even for me. Let me end this joke right here and now, Gaston.”

Gaston didn’t feel it at first. The sensation of his body leaving the ground as he was lifted up in the air. He did see how far he went up in the air, right before he felt his body slam right against the table. Gaston went right through the table, blowing it far apart, before she slammed Gaston right onto the floor itself. Embedding poor Gaston into it and forming a human sized crater at the same time. Most men would never have been able to get up from this, no less recover. Gaston was stronger than most men, as he tried to help himself up. Most men would have realized they were out of their depth after this. Gaston was dumber than most men, because he still thought he had a chance against Belle. Gaston was trying to get up as best as he could, hobbling the whole while, and Belle was already more than tired with him in this event than she was before.But if Gaston wished to make an ass of himself, than fine, Belle will not only let him do so, maybe Belle should encourage it. Belle was never one to really boast of how strong she was, more the type of woman who just did than bragged, but for Gaston? She’ll gladly break her golden rule. Belle flexed her biceps in the face of Gaston, almost squeezing his head by the way she shoved it right in his face, and gave maybe her first ever smirk at a man. Well, her first ever smirk she did on purpose. Belle really laid on the smug when she spoke, letting Gaston know how small he really was next to Belle. This, she had no problem doing.“You really want to test your mettle against me after that? I didn’t even have to try to do any of that, and the next time we clash, I promise you this. I won’t be even half as nice. So walk away now, little man, or I’ll show you how strong I can be when I get mad.”Gaston was shaking a bit in his boots, but his male ego prevented him from doing what any man with a brain would have done in this very situation. Instead, he stood his ground and pointed his hand outside. 

“You, me, I’ll show you what real power is, you overbloated bitch!”Belle almost drove Gaston into the ground cause of that crack. But making him pay for it from what he wanted was far better. Belle followed Gaston to the edge of the town where she saw what he wanted to do. Various boulders, all close to the hills, embedded in the ground. Gaston flexed his biceps as best as he could, working through the pain with all of his might. It would almost be impressive if it wasn’t sad in a way. That he thought he really could challenge Belle after what she had done to him. Gaston sized up the boulders, and saw the perfect one for him. Gaston bent down, and wrapped his large arms around the rather impressive boulder. It was a boulder not dug too deep into the ground. It was a boulder more than large enough to be very heavy and impressive if even budged, no less thrown. It was also large enough to be heavy, but thin enough to give Gaston perfect leverage for him to start lifting.Gaston put in all of his strength to do this. From his arms to his legs, grunting with effort as all of his muscles screamed, Gaston lifted. Gaston was in perfect form as he felt sweat tremble, but the boulder not even three men could have budged began to be lifted. Gaston put in his all to lift the boulder right to his knees, and Gaston nearly roared as he spun around a bit. He nearly dropped the boulder, a boulder as wide as him and as heavy as two Gaston’s and almost three LeFou’s. Gaston spun to give himself some torque as, with all his strength, Gaston threw the boulder as far as he could. The boulder, shockingly, went rather far. It was only a few feet, in reality, but it was more than enough to show the impressive superhuman strength of Gaston in comparison to any other man in France. Gaston felt immense pride in himself as he flexed his biceps, grinning in delight at how powerful he was, reminding himself that for as big as Belle was, she WAS just a woman. 

Belle looked at what Gaston did, and rolled her eyes. Of course he would be proud of something THAT pathetic. Belle walked past the boulders in the ground, Gaston thinking he finally won against her. That she admitted that she was too weak to lift a boulder. It was when she was at the largest boulder, Belle began to bend down. Gaston wasn’t sure if she really thought she was going to lift it. The size of the thing was more than twice the size of Gaston’s own boulder. Budging it would be impossible for anyone not himself, no less attempt to lift it! Belle didn’t even think of lifting the boulder though, pressing her hand against the boulder and pushing it aside. The boulder crumpled at the force as it rolled back, part of it shattering just from the handprint on it. The largest chunk of it, now a quarter of the size as the boulder fell apart from the shove, barreled past Gaston’s own boulder. 

As Gaston was gobsmacked of Belle doing that one handed, and not even caring to put effort into it, Belle dug her hands deep into the ground. Belle knew their was a prize under the earth, she saw it quite a while ago. All her time reading books, Belle had trained herself to read the very ground itself and see what hid below. With her fingers, she touched stone, and knew she had her catch. Belle made sure to squat just right, and Gaston got a look at the back muscles of Belle. They didn’t even really look like muscles, they looked like steel bars. Gaston looked at how huge Belle was, and noticed how small he was compared to her.If he thought he felt weak then, than he had no idea how weak he really was when Belle began lifting what was under the earth with ease. With half the effort Gaston needed to lift his boulder, Belle ripped her prize out of the earth itself, with vines and moss trying and failing to keep it to the earth. Belle ripped out a chunk of stone that was HUMONGOUS as she lifted it overhead. It created a shadow just overhead, covering Gaston as if he was an ant. The sun was blocked out as a chunk of what looked to have once been part of a mountain billions of years ago was 10x the size of Belle and Gaston combined, wider than the length of Gaston’s boulder, and twice as tall as it’s width. Belle held the stone slab with ease, not even wobbling her arms as she only used her upper body to hold it.As Belle’s feet sunk into the ground just from the weight of holding the stone, the earth around her having crumpled into a massive chasm because of what she pulled out, Belle knew to throw the stone. Without moving at all, just using her upper body strength, Belle TOSSED the chunk of mountain face as hard as she could, and the chunk soared. Despite weighing, at most, 80x what Gaston barely tossed, the slab easily soared past the boulder Belle pushed and caused a shadow to descend upon their own village. No one was ready for the slab when it hit the ground. When it did, the massive quake forced EVERYONE up. Well, except for Belle. Belle herself didn’t even move as she checked her nails, unimpressed by how easy all of this was.The slab was more than three times the distance farther than Gaston’s own rock. Gaston saw what had happened, not sure how this could have been possible. He was meant to be the strongest, the best in the whole village. Gaston growled, and challenged Belle again. Belle should have ignored the fool, but part of her actually enjoyed doing this more and more. Making Gaston look like the greater fool than he already was wasn’t that hard. Yet it was so enjoyable at the same time, and she couldn’t resist at all. Belle accepted his challenge, and than, showed it wasn’t a challenge at all. Gaston tried to prove he could beat her in a run. From one end of the village to the other and back. Belle said she’d give him a headstart, and even brought in another handicap, she would be carrying something on her back. Gaston was angered by her words, but didn’t have any problem taking the advantage that Belle gave her. Gaston ran as fast as he could, and ran as fast as a bullet. Gaston was someone who could chase down deer on foot, and that was in the dense woods, not on stone road. Belle let him pass a house, than another, before she started to get a boulder to lift. Of all the boulders, Belle picked the perfect one. Gastons.Lifting it up was easy, didn’t even have to use both arms as she had the boulder lifted overhead. Belle saw how far Gaston was going, and had to say he was quite fast. Man was almost right at the end, and Belle waited for him to be at the halfway mark. Just tousing the boulder like a ball, waiting for him to do so. By the sixth toss, a toss that had the boulder go several dozen feet in the air before landing on her palm, did he he get to the other end. Belle took a deep breath, still holding the boulder, when she rushed out hard. Her thighs almost let out a powerful roar as she charged right forward. Every step, crushing stone underneath her feet, as she went pass house after house in a blur. 

Gaston was only focused on running as quickly as he can, not even caring at all if anyone was in his way. Too bad for him that even he noticed the huge massive blur running right past him. It was a huge shadow, and he felt he saw a second shadow. It didn’t matter, he was running as fast as she can. After watching that, he decided to run even twice as fast. It was dangerous to him, sure, but that was what he needed to do to win. Too bad that he saw the shadow once again. This time, it was going the opposite direction. Gaston didn’t even know how this was possible as he ran as fast as he humanely could, but he was only human. It seemed Belle was more than human, as he got to the end, tired and sweating. Waiting for him, was Belle, throwing the boulder and catching it. Belle gave him the same look a parent gives to a child who wanted to eat treats before bedtime.

“16 throws. You really are a damn slowpoke. What will be the next challenge that I’ll obviously trounce you on?”

Gaston was tired, but he was angry at the same time. This time, he picked a challenge he knew he would always win at. Shooting. LeFou set up target after target, as Old Man Maurice went out to get the guns for Gaston and Belle. Belle never handled a gun, while Gaston was an expert hunter with a gun. He was so good at shooting, he could shoot dead several targets with a blunderbuss without even loading! Only Gaston can do that! With a few dozen targets set up, ranging from cups to rocks to even dirt clumps, anything was a target placed all around Gaston and Belle. Gaston aimed his blunderbuss and thought of the distance between him and the target, while Belle spun her gun and thinking how to use it. Gaston put his finger on the trigger, and knew she allowed him to start the shooting.

“On your mark, get set…”

He instantly fired, not giving Belle even a chance to think about shooting. Gaston blew apart a dirt clump, and than aimed for another spot. Belle held the blunderbuss with one hand compared to the two hands of Gaston, yet the gun was so fragile. A rather primitive and weak weapon. Belle dropped the gun, not even bothering to use it, and instead karate chopped right through the gun, tearing it in half. With quick speed, she grabbed every single bullet, and with it, she threw every single bullet in her mouth. Gaston didn’t notice, still too busy shooting and trying to destroy everything in his path. Just as Gaston got his fifth target, Belle was right above him as she began to spit. 

Using the bullets, Belle flicked her tongue at the pellets in her mouth and the ammunition fired off at speeds greater than any gun devised. Belle spun aroun as fast as she can, flicking her tongue as hard as she can and hitting and destroying everything in her path. Gaston didn’t see it happen until he aimed for his next target… and it was destroyed. Gaston tried to find any target that was untouched, but more and more, target after target, was destroyed. The shots of Gaston did some damage to the target, but Belle’s absolutely OBLITERATED everything that was hit by her bullets, thanks to using a firing power greater than any gun could produce. The sound alone was deafining, to Gaston being forced to drop the gun to cover his ears.It felt like his body was exploding from how loud it sounded, and Gaston tried to scream to get past the noise. It was horrible for Gaston. HILLARIOUS for Belle, as she finished shooting everything in her way and smiled a bright toothy white smile. Not a problem for her to do any of this, and left no signs of discoloring or damage at all. That is because their WAS no damage in the inside of her mouth after the incredible stunt. Belle was happy at having won yet again, and Gaston just snapped his blunderbuss in half. It was getting worse for him, and he had to challenge Belle again at a swimming contest. Gaston wasn’t that good of a swimmer, but he felt like he could have a good advantage over Belle. Belle was, in Gaston’s opinion, just a BIG bigger than him.

The size of all of her muscles would make her a poor swimmer. Gaston knew with his smaller size, as painful as it was to admit that, would make him a better swimmer. Belle had no problems doing this, but both of them had to strip to their underwear. Gaston stripped down to his underwear and flexed his muscles to try to impress or scare Belle. Belle didn’t even notice as she was stripping down to her underwear. Gaston got a good look at Belle and his eyes nearly burst right out of his skull. He never seen ANY woman like that… in fact, he didn’t believe that any woman like this could exist. No man could survive if ALL women looked like that?Gaston thought Belle was big, and now he could see how big she really was! Her abs were like a perfectly marbled road, bumping in size, frequency, and sheer power bursting. Her calves looked enormous, and while her dress didn’t hide them, the way she was flexing made those legs look even stronger. Her arms were barely hidden by her sleeves, so everyone knew they were gigantic. Getting a naked look at those arms, Gaston felt like a shrimp. If the biggest and strongest man in France felt like a shrimp next to her, how did everyone here from the village watching the events feel?Oh many were watching the contest between them, and it was a clear divide among them who should win. Gaston was the hero of the village, he was the biggest inspiration for so many of them. The best man of all, none of them felt like Gaston ever lose. On the other hand, many of the women looked at Belle and they were entranced by what they were seeing. A woman of her size, muscles, and those curves. Breasts bigger than most of their heads, those perfectly handled arms. The Bimbettes alone were the women who were the women who most tasted Belle, and could tell any woman who asked how good she was in the hay. Nothing could ever compare. The body of Belle was making many of the men feel smaller and so they wanted Gaston to win. The women themselves were very happy to see how wonderful Belle was… and wanted to see how amazing she could be.

Gaston didn’t know any of the people were watching, but Belle herself did know. Belle didn’t mind the stares, especially from the Bimbettes, and folded her gigantic arms under her rather impressive breasts.“Let me guess, too and back?”

Gaston growled at Belle, and didn’t even yell out for a start. Instead, Gaston leaped into the water as quickly as he could, and just started swimming. In a way, he was like a fish with how fast he was. Using his arms and legs as quickly as he could, Gaston swam as fast and as far as he could in the river near the village. Nothing at all concerned Gaston but getting to the farthest end that he could. It was because Gaston was so focused, he didn’t see what was happening right next to him. Poor Gaston couldn’t even feel it happening, and he wouldn’t have believed it if he even saw it. Belle didn’t want to swim one bit, you see. Belle wasn’t dressed to swim at all. Instead, Belle did something she felt a lot smarter.

Belle ran on the water. As graceful and as quickly as she could, Belle just ran right on the water like it was dirt under her feet. Despite her massive size, Belle didn’t even cause much of a splash when she ran. It didn’t make much sense how she could barley move the water as she ran, but the explanation was more than simple enough. Belle was running too fast for the water to fully register contact. When Belle ran, it was with perfect grace and speed the whole while. Not a single beat missed as she smoothed past everything in her path. Belle was grinning ear to ear as she already went on one end… and had some fun. Heading back to the other end was easy, so why not enjoy how much faster she was than Gaston? Why not run across ALL of the river surface? Why not do it twice? 

Belle did exactly that! Belle ran across the river surface as quickly as she could, without causing too much of a problem. The fish swimming in the river were more bothered by Gaston’s swimming halfway across the river than they were by Belle running right on top of them. Belle didn’t have any problem as she did, instead heavily enjoying herself as she lapped past Gaston over and over and over. When Gaston finally finished his swim, he thought he had it good… only for just before he touched the edge of the river end, Belle soared past him in a flying body spin. Gaston finally saw that, as Belle landed in front of him in a perfect dive, crushing the ground under her and she moved her arms up to celebrate. Gaston didn’t know how she was acting like she won, here he was, drenched, while she wasn’t wet at all! It was when he saw her feet were wet… he knew somehow, as impossible as it was for his brain to think, that she somehow won!

Gaston felt like he was boiling, as was every man there. The women were also in heat, but not because of rage. It was passion, as they were excited by how amazing and powerful Belle was. This was more than they thought any woman could be, as the Bimbettes swooned. Old Man Maurice thought the games were now over, but LeFou could see it in Gastons eyes. His was eyes like a bull when they ONLY saw red. The fury boiled in Gaston, and it grew more and more, until he erupted like a volcano. Gaston exploded in a roar as he charged at Belle, and slammed right into her as hard as he could. Gaston was tired, but thanks to adrenaline, he ran FARTHER and HARDER than he ever did in all of his life. Gaston put in enough effort that it felt like his muscles were on fire.

It was after he slammed into Belle, that he felt something different in his body. That fire wasn’t energy going into him and making him feel stronger. No, the burning sensation was pain. True absolute pain, and it stabbed into him. Gaston let out a scream of agony at what had happened, as Belle turned around and saw Gaston trying not to fall to his knees. Odd, she felt something hit her butt, she thought it was a tiny mosquito. Anyone would have immediately noted that Gaston had tried to attack them. Not Belle though, because as much as she looked down on Gaston, it was because she was a genius she couldn’t fathom Gaston would attack her. Oh he had the motive, but truly after everything she had done, no one is THAT STUPID that they would attack someone who was clearly so superior?Gaston wasn’t that kind of man. In fact, Gaston was the kind of man who, even after feeling the pain of failure to really hurt Belle… reacted with a violent and powerful kick to her chest with all of his might. It was more than luck that he didn’t break his leg when he kicked Belle’s rather impressive abs, as he dropped to the ground holding his leg and screamed in pain. This time, Belle knew what he did… even if she barely felt it. Belle was rather annoyed, hands on hips, as she looked down at the injured Gaston. Serves him right, she thought. But maybe he deserved a bit more than that. Perhaps the little creep really deserves something much more painful after trying and failing to hurt her multiple times. Belle was wondering what to do as Gaston went out on attack against her, over and over. Punching, kicking, slamming her, even ramming into her with full on tackles. It was constant barrage of attacks that didn’t do anything to even move Belle, and Belle wasn’t even harmed. Really, all of the attacks were just driving her to be a rather annoyed woman. Belle could really have driven the man right through the ground. Or threw him high up in the air.

Part of Belle wondered if she could just throw him at the sun, when she had an idea she found more enjoyable than something that incredible. Instead, Belle bent down and grabbed the arms of Gaston. Gaston’s biceps were massive, and harder than rock. Compared to Belle’s fingers, they were like twigs and felt like twigs as she lifted him in the air. Gaston felt like his arms were going to be snapped right off as he screamed in pain. Gaston flailed as best as he could, trying to defy Belle as he kicked right at her. It was comical, and in some ways, heart breaking. Gaston was the hero of the village, the strongest man in France, and an outright master in all forms of wrestling. In the hands of Belle, this wasn’t even like a woman punishing a child. It was like a woman punishing a doll. 

Belle held him up as if he weighed nothing to her, which was no surprise given how much she had lifted before. Right here and now, Gaston couldn’t do anything to provide a challenge to Belle. Belle made sure to let him know when she tossed him up in the air. Like he was a toy to play with, Gaston was tossed high up. Gaston let his displeasure be known with a scream of terror, as he soared high up in the air. So high that Gaston swore he would hit the clouds as he went up in the air. Gaston didn’t know what happened next, but he did black out for a brief moment in fear. When his eyes reopened, it wasn’t the sight of heaven that awoke him. Instead, it was something far better. He was cradled in the arms of Belle, who smiled at Gaston, holding him close to her. Gsaton was cradled like he was an infant, not able to do anything to save himself. Gaston was just too scared to do anything anymore.

Gaston had saw how dangerous this would be for him, as he was unable to even REGISTER as an attacker against Belle. Belle herself just gently tossed him up and if she so wished, he would have been dead in an instant if she didn’t catch him. Belle set Gaston down, and he didn’t even move at all, still hurdled in a small ball. Belle didn’t even gloat or mock over Gaston, all she did was break into a double flex and had everyone get a good look at her. Belle was massive, no, she was beyond massive, she was BEYOND superhuman. No one was as strong as her, and any who tried to test that were quickly put in their places. Even the man she loved, Beast, found he wasn’t very scary when she dragged him through his castle and made him see what real power was when she removed him from the castle… and than lifted the castle, and JUGGLED it. After that, Beast became a much more reasonable man, and in Belle’s opinion, is the best way to make any man start acting reasonable.

Every woman was wildly cheering at how awesome Belle was, and how huge she is. The way she looked was a woman of pure majesty, and was the strongest one their is. Muscles everywhere, larger and better than what any man could ever hope to have. Belle wasn’t just the strongest woman in all of Europe to these ladies, she was quite easily the most beautiful woman as well! Belle sauntered off, each step she applied just a BIT of force. It was enough to leave a foot imprint in the ground and shake the very area around her, but also make everyone around them bounce. From the people there to even the boulders. Belle walked right towards to her father, Old Man Maurice, and in front of him was LeFou. LeFou saw the foot coming for him and screamed and ran away as best as he could before he got stomped.

Belle bent down to grab her father, and lifted him high up. Old Man Maurice wasn’t exactly the biggest man around, but even he was surprised to find his daughter put him on her right shoulder. Belle smiled at her dad and nodded at him, and he nodded back at her, as Belle left to head back to the castle. Bringing her father to her place would be amazing,and that would be more than enough. Course as Belle thought to herself as the Bimbettes followed, alongside a few other women, perhaps the castle wouldn’t be so lonely. Beast was a wonderful man and a good friend, but he just wasn’t that good when it came to working out. Now the rest of the women with her? Maybe they could get to learn how to work out.Would be nice to be with a few women who were just as big as her and work out. I mean, for Belle, it wasn’t that hard to bulk up this big for herself. Only took her a few months of working out all by herself. How much bigger would she get working out with other women? Only way to know how much bigger they could be, is when they learn how to start juggling a castle. That was just on the LOW END of how strong Belle was and what she could lift. Wonder how the ladies will react when they find out that she could lift those big huge mountains coming up. But for the women there… they were thinking of lifting two different mountains as Belle sauntered out to the castle, never taking their eyes off the amazonian beauty known as Belle.