The Superheavyweight Champion (NEW CHAPTER ADDED 6/6/2022)

[Guest ratetankmark]

This is another fantastic part, as usual from you, mate! Like, Sadie is such a piece of shit and I want to see her getting her comeuppance and you just get all of these characters so well, like it's not just about weight gain and beautiful women being fat, they're actual characters and they've all got their distinctive personalities and relationships! You always knock these out of the park!

[Cyril Figgis]

1 hour ago, ratetankmark said:

This is another fantastic part, as usual from you, mate! Like, Sadie is such a piece of shit and I want to see her getting her comeuppance and you just get all of these characters so well, like it's not just about weight gain and beautiful women being fat, they're actual characters and they've all got their distinctive personalities and relationships! You always knock these out of the park!

Much appreciated!  This kind of chapter is the sort I love to write, with a good balance between action, dialogue, and description.  Glad to see it being well received!

[Cyril Figgis]

CHAPTER 88

The Ice on Fire Festival in Montpelier used to be a fairly lowkey event: music, games and puppet shows for the kids, and warm refreshments to celebrate winter and community.  As time went on, the small affair grew into a carnival of sorts, sporting rides, games, and other forms of entertainment.  Yet, of all the changes to the festival, few could have predicted professional wrestling to make its way onto the attractions.  But there, on the eastern part of the grounds—conveniently placed right next to a food truck and a popcorn stand—was a wrestling ring inside a large tent.

For some, it was a chance to come out of the cold and watch a show; for others, it was a novelty and curiosity.  For the girls in Rose Manson’s wrestling school though, it was a chance to show off what they had been working on since they started, whether a couple years prior or just a few months.  They had spent the last month and a half training for this day, putting in long hours and late nights at the gym to make sure they were ready to finally make their in-ring debut.  However, those hours were not all spent lifting weights, jogging on a treadmill, or practicing their jumps…

“Conner, come on, quit hogging the jerky,” Tara Green whined as she tried to swipe a bag of beef jerky from the resident giant, who held it well out of her reach.

“Get your own bag then,” Conner Trent huffed before tipping the bag to her lips and dumping the remnants in her mouth.  “’Sides, not like you need any more after those fries you had earlier.”

The students were assembled in a double-wide trailer converted into a locker room/dressing room as they prepared for the show.  Some, like Conner, kept their attire simple and casual, wearing a tank top, cargo pants, and combat boots; others, like Zahara Morgan, were going the distance with face paint and colored contact lenses.  It was not the most auspicious setup, but for a group of amateurs on their first show, it would suffice.

At the center of the chaos were the girls’ teachers: the head of the school, Rose Manson; her protégé, Theresa Hartley; and the school’s unofficial nutritionist, Carolyn Brown.  It was pure chance when Theresa and Carolyn wound up becoming a part of the school, but ever since they attended that first class, they had endeared themselves to the students.  Even though Theresa had not been in the ring in almost a decade and had ballooned in weight since then, she still had half a life worth of experience and wisdom to offer.  Carolyn, on the other hand, was the bubbly soccer mom that brought snacks and encouragement for everyone, which was most helpful in balancing out Rose’s harsh command.  It was not the most harmonious team, but they felt they had done their job well.

Of course, they did not feel like that as they bustled around to make sure everyone was ready, which was no small task considering how Theresa was still clocking in over 300 pounds.  Her puffy cheeks were almost as rosy as her hair as she moved from student to student to make sure they were ready, either by helping with their attire or going over spots in their match.  Carolyn and Rose did much the same, which made them both feel less like coaches and more like pageant moms, but at least they were not as encumbered as the former Queen Heart.

“—and then we end with you rolling Conner up in a small package for the win,” Theresa hurriedly explained to Vidya before casting her eyes around the trailer for anyone else that needed help.  “Let’s keep it rolling, ladies—we’re just a few minutes away from showtime!”

“We’re ready, Mrs. H,” assured Jamie ‘JJ’ Jacobs as she finished slipping on a pair of cowboy boots.  “Or, like, I am; Nina still needs a minute!”

“And concentration!” hissed the spunky Nina Neverland as she put the finishing touches on her own makeup.  Unlike her lackadaisical friend, who was dressed in a very basic set of street clothes, Nina looked like a gothic Tinkerbell, complete with a death’s head moth painted on her face.  While she often tried to seem like she was too cool for school, the truth was that she was not going to let anyone else show her up, whether it be in prowess or in looks.

Theresa gave the girls a thumbs up before circling back around to check in with some of the other students.  She would never admit this to Rose, but there had been plenty of times between the announcement they had a show and the present.  All the girls were eager to show off what they had learned, but the body had to keep up with the spirit when it came to wrestling; it was one thing to want to pull off a moonsault and something else entirely to actually do one.  And that was where Theresa’s greatest concerns lay—in her student body’s bodies.

While Rose was prone to hyperbole and rhetoric, she was not entirely wrong when she said that the girls had put on weight since Theresa and Carolyn started hanging around.  Taut stomachs had grown into soft paunches, pert breasts were now swollen and bloated, and tight backsides had plumped into plush, jiggly mounds.  There had not been a visible dip in their prowess, but it had become clear that if a change was not made, it would not be long before their fat would become a problem.  With a show coming up, they could not hope to lose their weight without starving, so a new routine was designed for them.  Theresa and Rose pushed the girls to their limits in the ring, while Carolyn pushed their stomachs to the limit in an effort to bulk them up.

It was a risky measure, but desperate times called for it.  At first, it seemed like they would be laughed right out of Montpelier, but little by little and day by day, the girls began to improve.  Awkward and clumsy moves were hardened into well-timed and expertly performed feats, and their bellies expanded to keep up with their regimented caloric intake.  Almost every student was bigger than she had ever been, but they were better athletes than when they started at the school.  It almost made their teachers hopeful for the show ahead…almost.

A knock on the trailer door almost went unnoticed by the occupants, but Rose was close enough to check who it was.  The elderly woman cracked the door open and saw Noah, Theresa’s husband, waiting outside with a clipboard in hand.  Just as the trailer was a makeshift locker room, so to were friends and family drafted to assist with setting up the show, from setting up chairs to spreading the word around the festival and counting tickets.  It reminded Theresa of how she cut her teeth on the independent circuit back in the day, working for promotions that had all the professionalism of a garage band and who paid their talent in food and beer.  Those were the days…

“Five minutes to showtime, Rose,” Noah informed the old coach.  “We just about ready?”

“We’re ready enough,” Rose answered, sparing a glance over her shoulder at the ragtag rasslers running around like chickens with their heads cut off.  “This ain’t the Garden, but we’re going to make people feel like it is.”

Noah nodded and checked his clipboard for the hundredth time that day.  He helped set up so many Cub Scout events and birthday parties over the years, but this took the cake—and if he was feeling the crunch, he could only imagine how Theresa was doing.  He asked Rose, “How’s Theresa holding up?  Think she’s got a second to talk?”

“Coming!” Theresa called out while waddling to the door.  “I’m coming!”

“There’s your answer,” Rose replied before scooting out of the way and allowing her biggest student to step outside.  “Make it quick—we’re almost on.”

The Hartleys made quite a pair as they stood out in the snow, with Noah in a standard snowsuit and Theresa in the same outfit she wore for her coronation as ‘Queen Heart’.  It was not the exact same gear, as that was tight even before she gained a couple hundred pounds, but it was a custom job from an old friend in the area that was an exact copy.  A heart-shaped corset boosted her prodigious chest up and out while also masking her impressive belly, a flowing skirt trailed in the snow behind her while still exposing her thunderously thick legs, and a regal coat helped to keep out some of the January chill.  With her hair done up in an elegant beehive and imitation jewelry adoring her figure, Theresa looked like she had not missed a beat in the last several years, minus one glaring exception.

“I look ridiculous, don’t I?” Theresa muttered as she pulled her coat around her to keep out the cold.  “Be honest, Noah, I look like a tub of goo in this thing.”

Retirement had not been kind to the former women’s champion, as two pregnancies and a never-ending battle with depression had caused her to balloon to an ungodly degree.  Theresa constantly found herself looking at old pictures and footage of herself, and she wondered just where the woman in them went.  The answer was right in front of her: that taut stomach took on a mind of its own and became a marshmallowy blob; the breasts that she flaunted so proudly had become hefty zeppelins that caused her back more pain than any trip through a table; that ass she shook for the camera was so big that she almost took up the entire loveseat in the family room.  Being fat made her depressed, which caused her to eat and gain more weight, which only caused her to get more depressed, and on and on.

Then, she was reunited with her old teacher and became a part of Rose’s wrestling school, which helped to spark a fire that had long been buried under a mountain of flab.  For the first time in years, Theresa had an actual goal to work towards as she pushed herself to set an example for the students; in turn, they helped her to regain some of that youthful exuberance she had in her prime.  The last five months had been nothing short of amazing, pulling Theresa up out of the depths of depression and back into the highlife again.

There was a time when she would not have been caught dead in a remake of her iconic gear, but with the support of the students and Carolyn, Theresa found the strength to wear it.  Still, there were little doubts that plagued her and tried to whittle away at her newly regained confidence; it took everything she had to not eat her nerves away.  That was why she was grateful when Noah kissed her and ran a gloved finger over her plump cheek.

“Tess, you’re as beautiful now as the day I married you,” Noah murmured while he pulled her close.  “You look amazing no matter what you wear, whether it’s spandex or sweatpants.  I can’t say enough just how proud I am of you, and I can’t wait for you to show everyone in that tent that you’ve still got what it takes.”

Theresa blushed and fiddled with a stray lock of hair as she gave a nervous giggle in reply.  “Well, not when it comes to the actual fighting; don’t be expecting a Sheer Hart Attack at this size.  You’re sure it doesn’t look bad?  Oh, but where would I find a replacement when we’re right about to go on?  God, I can’t go out there with my fat tits wobbling around and my muffin top hanging out and—”

Her anxious rambling was cut short as Noah put a finger to her lips and gently shushed her while stroking under her plump chins with the other hand.  He gently whispered to her, “They are going to love you: you’re the one monarch people can’t get enough of; they’ve been asking for you to come back for years.  You’re the total package, Tessie, and if you can’t do the same moves you did in the past, you can knock them out with just a few words—and that’s something your weight can’t take from you.”

The world seemed to freeze around Theresa then, the music and noise from the festival fading into the distance and the snow hanging like ornaments in the air.  She glanced over to the tent and caught a glimpse of the wrestling ring that waited inside, and she heard a new sound—a familiarly welcome one.  It was the cheer of fans filling arenas and screaming their lungs out when she leaped from the top rope.  It was the thump of her body hitting the mat, the announcer’s desk, and the concrete outside the ring.  It was her heartbeat racing faster than a drum solo, thundering in her ears as she remembered everything she had left behind and realized just how close it was.

“You’re right,” Theresa muttered before turning back to Noah.  “I’m not the same athlete I was, but there’s absolutely no one in the world that can match me on the mic and it’s high time I reminded them of that.  The people need their queen, right?”

“Damn right, they do,” Noah replied with a warm smile.  He gave her one last, lingering kiss before parting and telling her, “Knock ‘em dead, Queen Heart.”

After giving her husband one last peck on the cheek, Theresa marched back into the trailer and clapped to get everyone’s attention.  All the chatter and worked died out in an instant as a dozen heads turned to face the redhead, who stood with more confidence than anyone had ever seen from her; even the rebellious Nina had to admit that Theresa had a commanding aura about her.  Her voice was crisp and sharp when she spoke, and no one else but Rose could have commanded the room like her.

“All right, ladies, show’s almost on—that means it’s time to make your Wrestle Moms proud.  Carolyn and I have only been here for a few months, but each and every one of you has improved in leaps and bounds over that time, especially in these last few weeks.  Whatever the crowd is expecting out there, we’re going to go above and beyond by showing them the best damn wrestling they’ve ever seen.  If you’re ready to leave everything in that ring tonight, let me hear it!”

“Hell yeah!” the girls shouted back.

Theresa smirked and crossed her arms under her billowing chest.  “Yeah, I think you’re ready.  Get out there, give them everything you’ve got, and make them feel like they just got back from the Showdown Supreme.  Show them that you’re able to stand with the very best in the business!”

The trailer was filled with the sounds of clapping and stomping as the students showered their teacher in applause, and it took everything Theresa had to not shrink into herself in embarrassment.  She looked over to Carolyn and Rose to see if they had any words to add, but both women shook their heads, with Rose even giving her a very rare grin.

“Looks like you’re back in the game, Hartley,” the veteran told her pupil.  “I knew you still had it in you the minute you waddled into my class.”

“Sure didn’t seem that way when we showed up,” Carolyn grumbled before perking back up and flashing a thumbs up at her old friend.  “Go get ‘em, Mama Bear!”

Theresa nodded to her fellow teachers and looked out over the class.  “All right, Vidya and Conner, you’re up first; the rest of you get your fat butts in gear and make sure you’re ready.”

Both girls were chomping at the bit and practically skipped out ahead of their instructor while the others put on their finishing touches.  As Vidya and Conner walked ahead of her, Theresa could not help but notice the changes that both had undergone since she had joined the class.  They used to barely say a word to each other, and while many only saw them arguing over this and that, they were missing the playful side of the banter.  Vidya has more down to earth and less image-conscious, while Conner was more open with the others in class—something the once stoic girl would never have thought possible.  All those changes were shocking enough, but the most impressive of all was in just how much they had filled out, especially since the start of the month.

Conner was always thicker than others in the class, being taller and already fairly muscular, but her bulk took on a different meaning as she gained weight.  Her chest softened and rounded out into plump handfuls, and she was carrying a good bit of jelly in her caboose, but it was in the stomach where she had gained the most.  She had a genuine gut, but rather than a flabby potbelly or a bubbly beer belly, it reminded Theresa of some of the old ‘hosses’ of wrestling—the men who threw devastating haymakers and competed in bloody brawls.  It was a look that fit Conner perfectly, and the tape around her hands only added to the look of a seasoned hooligan.

Vidya, on the other hand, had been a twig just a few months prior; she looked less like a wrestler and more like a toothpick.  Now, she was sashaying to the tent with a hefty pair of breasts that were emphasized by her gold and white top, a soft stomach that had just a slight pooch to it, and hips that bounced from side to side with every step she took.  It was a look that fit well with her diva gimmick, and while she might not have been the most accomplished athlete of the class, she made up for it with plenty of character.

When they reached the tent, the trio paused outside as Noah stood inside and gave genial announcements to the crowd.  Theresa looked her students over one more time and told them, “I won’t keep you two waiting long, but it might be a minute.  You going to be all right out here?”

“After all that cold weather training Sarge had us do, I’m happy as a polar bear,” Conner chuckled, though her smaller opponent did not share the sentiment.

“Do I look like I’m dressed for cold temperatures?” asked Vidya in a nasally whine.  “Mrs. H, I know that this if your big comeback and everything, but please keep it brief.”

Before she could respond, Theresa was cut off by Noah announcing, “And now, here she is—the Queen Heart herself, Theresa Hartley!”

The rotund redhead grinned and patted Vidya on the cheek.  “Don’t worry, kid, I won’t pull a Hillbilly Jim on you.  Just be patient, be cool, and think warm thoughts.”

With that, Theresa waltzed inside the tent and basked in the applause of the crowd.  It was nothing like being in the Silverdome or even the Dallas Sportatorium, but for the former wrestler, it felt like she was home again.  She gave polite, queenly waves to the audience as she made her way to the ring, her coat billowing behind her, and she made it up the ring steps with ease.  After passing her coat to Noah and squeezing through the ropes, she grinned at the crowd and asked, “Did you miss me?”

[Guest ratetankmark]

Another amazing job, mate, I'm seriously loving this series and you just never fail to do amazing with the writing; I just love the descriptions of the various characters and how their fat bodies are different to each-other's, their bodies are as different as their personalities.  Great work, buddy.

[Mintu]

A big fan of the writter and this story!

It's a pleasure to come across such wonderful stories!

Keep up the good work!

 

[Cyril Figgis]

CHAPTER 89

 

Theresa had fretted for the last few weeks over how she would be received at the show, fearing that she would be mocked for how fat she had become.  The last time anyone had seen her in a ring, she had been dozens of sizes smaller and able to leap from the top rope; now, she would likely cause the ropes to snap if she tried the same stunts.  Her depression crept up on her then, threatening to derail all her hard work with stress eating and days spent in bed, but the former wrestler managed to push them back to the shadows of her mind.  This was no time for her to wallow in self-pity; she had a show to put on and students to promote.

But as she stood under the lights of the tent and surrounded by an almost full house, those worries seemed miles away.  The great cloud that had been hovering over her for years was gone, chased away by the spotlight that she had missed so very much.  It took her back to her first days in the industry, when she busted her tail in bingo halls and high school gyms just to make a name for herself.  It took her back to her days overseas, when she honed her craft wrestling luminaries from every corner of the world.  It took her back to the Global Wrestling Federation, where her matches were still talked about and regarded as some of the finest in women’s wrestling.  So what if she was a few years older and a lot of pounds heavier?  She was Theresa Hartley—Queen Heart—and she was home.

 “Did you miss me?  Because oh, I have missed you all,” Theresa told the crowd to a round of applause.  “It’s been a long time since I stepped foot in the squared circle—too long, really.  I left so I could start a family and live the normal life my folks always wanted for me, and you know what?  The last few years have been some of the happiest of my life, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world…but that love of professional wrestling never died, my friends.  Oh, it flickered and dimmed, but it never faded from my heart.

“What was it that revived me though?  What was it that convinced me it was time to reclaim my throne?  Well, a lot can change in almost eight years—especially in the world of wrestling—and I watched as a new crop of talent rose through the ranks and called themselves ‘superstars’.  I’ve seen them all: Sadie Storme, Hana Reborn, and Nightshade; Jocelyn Brown, Terri Li, and Bianchi Veleno; so many misfits who think that they know their way around a ring.”

The crowd booed and cheered alternatively at the names Theresa dropped, most of whom she did not recognize; she could thank the girls for giving her the most noteworthy names in the business.  Even as the crowd continued, Theresa carried on, “I thought I was leaving my queendom in good hands, but I see that it’s gone to the dogs since I’ve been gone.  They’ve forgotten what a real superstar is like—what a real superstar is supposed to be—and that made me angrier than I’ve been in a long, long time.

“So, I reached out to my mentor—the Immortal Drill Sergeant, Rose Manson—and I told her, ‘Sarge, I can’t stand it anymore: all I see in the ring today are a bunch of punks that aren’t fit to lace the boots of real superstars.  I know you’ve got a wrestling school in town and I’m sure you’re teaching them right, but I want to help make them the best wrestlers on the face of the Earth.  The Drill Sergeant and the Queen Heart herself—what do you think?’”

In the back of her mind, Theresa’s nagging doubts bit at her will, trying to tell her that she had no right to be in the squared circle again.  Her overblown tits were going to flop out of her corset, her leggings would pop around her thunder thighs, and the seat would split around her fat ass; even if she did not suffer a wardrobe malfunction, all anyone would focus on would be her double chin.  Despite all those pesky thoughts trying to weasel into her mind, the Queen Heart was on a roll and could not stop even if she wanted to—and she definitely did not want to.  She had a captivated audience, a hot mic, and a ring all to herself; she was going to enjoy herself come hell or high water.

“Well, folks, you’re about to see just what two icons can do when you give them diamonds in the rough.  For your entertainment today, we present five matches featuring a dozen women that are bound for glory in the wrestling world.  The divas and knockouts today might have forgotten what it takes to be legendary, but these girls are going to show the whole world what it means to be a superstar!  And when they’re inducted into halls of fame across the globe, you can tell all your friends that you saw them right here in beautiful Montpelier, Vermont!”

Theresa flashed the crowd a beaming grin as the tent filled with applause and cheers.  She threw her arms wide open and announced, “Now, without further ado, let’s get the show on the road!”

***

As strong as her opening promo had been, it would have meant nothing if the action that followed did not match expectations; Theresa had been in countless shows that started strong and ended with the audience throwing trash in the ring in protest.  Thankfully, she did not have to worry about people walking out or demanding a refund, as her students were more than ready to deliver.  The show started off hot with Vidya and Conner going at it in a ‘David and Goliath’ match that not only saw Conner throw her smaller opponent through the air like a piece of paper, but also featured Vidya twisting her massive enemy in knots.  By the time the referee—one of the girls’ boyfriends—hit the 1-2-3, the crowd was cheering for more.

And more they received, as the students gave each match their all for the entertainment of the crowd.  Each match had something different to offer, from technical challenges that saw the wrestlers making pretzels out of each other to high-flying maneuvers that saw girls leaping from the top rope like acrobats.  They even had a tag match that left the crowd torn between both teams, despite the Nightmare Sisters being textbook heels throughout.  There was still the occasional botch, as expected from a group of rookies, but they were quick to roll with the punches and mask them as best they could.

What impressed Theresa the most was how the girls moved and worked despite their recent uptick in weight.  The wrestling industry was not kind to women in general, and Heaven help any that dared gain so much as five pounds, so to see her students flourish only helped bolster the warm feelings Theresa had been feeling since the start of the night.  She knew that she was still twice as big as any of the girls and had a fraction of their athletic ability, but maybe there really was a place for her in the industry after all.

Finally, the show came to an end, and the crowd showered the wrestlers with one last standing ovation before making their way back out to the festival.  There was some sadness now that the highlight of the last few years was over, but Theresa chased that away with the knowledge that she and the girls had knocked it out of the park.  She tried to go in with modest expectations, though her mood swung to wild extremes in the lead-up to the show, but they had blown clear past them.  There was only one thing left to do after such a successful show, which was more than welcomed by the weary wrestlers nursing their aching bodies in the trailer.

“Dinner’s on me!” Theresa announced to the girls once the tent had been cleared out.  “Nothing like a little Chinese food to reward a job well done!”

And so it was that the girls found themselves back at Carolyn’s place, munching their way through a party platter of fried, saucy foods as if they had not worked their tails off just an hour prior.  Scripted rivalries were forgotten and aches ignored as they celebrated their first showing in the ring, and plates were filled to the brim as the amateur wrestlers nursed their healthy appetites.  Just a month prior, the girls might have excused their gluttonous feast as a reward for a job well done or needing to refuel themselves after working so hard, but not a single word was shared on the topic.  Eating well for the last few weeks had not only thickened their bodies, but also caused a change in their mentality when it came to food.

“Conner, pass the—ulp,” Vidya paused to stifle an undignified belch.  “Pass the lo mein.”

“Coming with an extra spring roll to boot,” Conner replied as she plopped a crispy roll in the box of lo mein and passed it to her friend.

“OMG, you are the best,” Vidya replied as she eagerly filled her plate with noodles.

Across the room, Zahara was engaged in the fight of her life as she tried to out-spice Candy Cox of the Nightmare Sisters (who were far less Gothic and menacing away from the ring).  They were both eating from the same box of Hunan beef, which was already made extra spicey by the restaurant and only became worse when they added more hot sauce to it.  Sweat beaded on both girls’ brows as they ate the fiery dish and their shirts clung to them like white on rice—though the tops were far from loose at the start of the night.

“You ready to give up, Z?” asked Candy, even though she eyeballed the ‘forfeit’ glass of milk at her side.  “Come on, bae, we both know you’ve got no stomach for spice.”

Zahara tugged at collar to relieve some of the heat and help stop her shirt bunching up underneath her bosom before retorting, “You might pull off a sick suplex, Candy, but don’t forget who tapped out tonight; I beat you in the ring and I’ll beat you at this table too.”

Both women glowered at each other and shoveled another chunk of beef in their mouth before turning their attention to Candy’s sister, Becky, who was eating a slice of ice cream cake.  Their pleading eyes said more than either could manage, and Becky answered, “Mr. Hartley just got back with an ice cream cake; you might be able to snag a couple slices if you hurry.”

“Truce,” Candy and Zahara agreed before quaffing their milk and dashing off in search of cake.

As the girls feasted to their hearts’ content, their teachers were enjoying a quieter meal in the privacy of Carolyn’s home gym/office.  The partnership between the three women had not been an easy one between the clash in mentoring styles and Carolyn being an outsider to the world of wrestling, but one thing they could all agree on was that they had put on a fine show.  Of course, like any booking committee, they were not content with the success of a single night; they had to make plans for the future and ensure the continued development of their charges.

“I’ll reach out to a few of my contacts in the northeast, see if I can’t get these girls some dates,” Rose said while picking at her dinner.  “Christ, you think they put enough broccoli in this?”

“What are you, five?  Put on your big girl pants and eat them,” Carolyn teased the elderly ring veteran.  “I’ve been thinking about some new diet plans for the girls after tonight.  We should encourage a high protein diet for some of the heavy hitters—Conner especially—and I’m thinking we go with something a little leaner for the technical ones.  I’ll start working on a new plan after I drop the boys off at school, and you just let me know what you think.”

“You know what might be fun for the next stage?  Promos,” Theresa suggested in between bites of moo goo gai pan.  “I know this place that has green screens so people can get edited into their favorite shows and movies.  I’ll see if we can’t rent one of the screens or just borrow the space from time to time so the girls can work on their mic skills.”

The sentiment might have been lost on Carolyn, but for Theresa and Rose—two women whose lives had revolved around the industry—the impromptu meeting took them both back to their primes.  It reminded them of days gone by: when the booking for an entire territory was done from the sanctity of an office no bigger than a broom closet; when you might visits your boss’s house and have a cookout while getting to brass tacks.  Theresa felt right at home again, and she did her best not to show such sentiment around her crotchety teacher.

Their meeting was interrupted by a knock on the door, followed by JJ poking her head in, long hair framing her chubby cheeks.  She apologized, “Sorry to, like, interrupt, but could I borrow Mrs. H for a minute?  It’ll be super-quick, promise.”

“To be continued,” Theresa told her fellow coaches before getting up from her chair and trying to hide just how difficult that still was for her.  She waddled over to the door and walked out with JJ, where she found that the lackadaisical girl was joined by Nina Nevinger, who was the happiest Theresa had seen her since the Black Friday brawl.  “Well, girls, what can I do for you?”

“Well, like, we really, really appreciate how much you’ve taught us, dude—sorry, Mrs. H,” JJ managed to say after stumbling over her words.  “Right, Nina?”

The punk girl nodded and nibbled at her lip before adding, “Yeah.  I know that we were—really, I was—not the best student, so I wanted to thank you for not…not giving up on us.  That’s why we want to be the ones to give you this.”

Nina passed Theresa an envelope, inside of which was an out of season Mother’s Day card covered in flowers and flowery prose, and inside of which was a gift card for a spa trip.  The rotund redhead gasped and put a hand to her lips as tears threatened to trickle from her eyes, but she managed to save face in front of her students.

“Like, we got gift cards for Mrs. B and Sarge, but we wanted to be the ones to give you yours,” JJ explained, doing her best to stand straight despite her slacker nature and sizeable chest drawing her forward.  “You’ve been so good to us ever since we met you in the gym, even when we would miss class or botch a move or—”

JJ did not have a chance to finish, as Theresa pulled both her and Nina in for a bone-crushing hug.  The queenly woman chuckled through tears as she told her students, “Goddammit…and here I was, trying not to be a complete wreck.  You two really know how to push my buttons, you know that?”

“You only tell us that every day,” Nina replied with a cheeky grin, though she was also choked up.  “We’ve got to keep things interesting for you, y’know?  If you didn’t have a couple fuck-ups making things difficult, how much fun would that really be?”

Theresa snorted, “You two might be a pair of knuckleheads sometimes and damned if I haven’t had to chew you out, but it’s because of you two that I came out of retirement and I can never thank you enough for that.”

After a moment, Theresa let go of Nina and JJ, and the three looked over each other as though they had been working together for three years and not a few months.  They had all come a long way since they met at the gym, between Nina and JJ’s in-ring ability and Theresa’s willpower, but there was something far more obvious that could be gleaned with just a glance.  Theresa was still exceedingly heavy, but she had managed to lose an enormous amount of weight since September; the same could not be said for her charges, who were far softer than they had ever been before.

If one looked at Nina’s face alone, they would never have been able to tell she was closing in on 180 pounds.  She still had fairly sharp cheeks, her arms still had a hint of tone, and her breasts were not much bigger than they were back in September; all in all, she still looked the same from the chest up.  That all changed as the eyes made their way to her belly, which was big enough to earn the name as the plush mass oozed over her waistband like a dollop of cream; compared to her hips though, her stomach seemed petite.  Her mother’s genes carried on in her, giving her a wide pair of hips that wobbled with a mind of their own and thighs that touched almost to the knee.  At least she could take pride in her bouncing booty, even though it was dotted with enough cellulite to resemble cottage cheese.

Unlike her punk friend, JJ carried her new weight in her upper body, starting with a face that sported a burgeoning double chin and chipmunk cheeks.  She only grew softer from there as her shoulders grew more padded by the week and her arms became squishy enough to hide her muscles.  Her crowning achievement was her immodest breasts, which jutted out proudly from her chest like two stars floating in the sky.  Beneath her bountiful bosom was a round gut that looked permanently bloated, as if she had just swallowed a watermelon whole.  Though she carried most of her weight above the belt, she was no slouch in the lower body, as her legs sported a nice pair of saddlebags and cankles to complete the look.

“Guess we might have gone a little overboard with ‘bulking’,” Nina chuckled nervously, admitting for the first time ever that she had put on weight.  “We can work on losing it now that the show’s over; no one’s going to want to pay to see a couple pigs in the ring, right?”

Theresa immediately clapped her hand on Nina’s shoulder and squeezed gently as she told both girls, “You don’t have to change anything you don’t want to, ladies.  If you want to lose weight, I’ll be right there with you; if you want to stay the same weight, we’ll work out a new diet plan.  But I don’t know…you two carry it pretty nicely.”

“Dude, stop,” JJ murmured as she bowed her head and played with her sleeve.

“Swear on my life,” Theresa said before giving JJ a wink.  “After all, you’re not the only one that likes marshmallows, kid.  We don’t have to talk about that tonight though; go enjoy yourselves, and we’ll be down in just a bit.”

Nina and JJ gave Theresa one last smile and hug before departing, with the former asking if the latter felt like splitting the last of the kung pao chicken.  The redhead remained at the top of the steps and shook her head with a smile, wondering what she had done to get so lucky with this class.  Words could not express how proud she was of each, and she could not wait to see how far they would go…

[Guest ratetankmark]

This is another cracking part, mate! I love the characters, as I've said before and I am so excited to see how the girls keep piling on the pounds! There's some great banter between the characters, too.

 

[Cyril Figgis]

Thanks!  I try to pride myself on having entertaining dialogue and interactions, so I'm glad that worked out here.

[Cyril Figgis]

CHAPTER 90

“Mickey, I’m home!” Ray called out as he walked into his and Mickey’s apartment with an armful of groceries—an armful that grew larger with each successive trip.

“Bienvenido,” Mickey replied from the bedroom.  Ever since she crested the 400-pound range, her voice had grown thicker and duskier thanks to the thick necklace of flab accumulating around her neck—just one of the many lovely surprises Ray discovered as his princesa plumped up.  “Did they have those black and white cookies?”

Ray answered with a chuckle, “There weren’t any on the floor, but when I told the manager that I had a very hungry and greedy piglet at home, she managed to get me one last box from the back.”

“Te callas, sabelotodo,” Mickey retorted with a laugh of her own.  “Why don’t you bring those cookies back here and I can show you just how much I appreciate you.”

The promise of what awaited him sent shivers down Ray’s spine and encouraged him to put the cold groceries away as quickly as possible.  While their relationship had never been lacking in sex, being a far better way to deal with the stress of the wrestling business than others, their bedroom time had grown dramatically ever since Mickey started to put on weight.  It seemed that Mickey had a new, fun idea every few days, which had led to them exploring almost every square inch of their apartment while exploring each other.  They had tried countless positions, dozens of roleplay concepts, and filled Mickey’s ever-growing belly with a metric ton of food, and they were not slowing down any time soon.

If anyone had asked a younger Ray Valdez if he could ever see himself with a woman over 200 pounds, let alone 400, he would have laughed in their face.  Time and maturity had opened his mind to experiences he would have never dreamt of in the past, but he was still surprised sometimes with how taken he was with how big Mickey had become.  While he had become appreciative of bigger women, sharing in his girlfriend’s compliments on the gains of others, none of them held a candle to his princess.  There was just something else about Mickey that made drove him wild in ways that no one thin or fat was capable of doing.

That was why he had that ring waiting for just the right occasion.  Ray had been holding onto the engagement ring for the last couple months, waiting for ‘the right moment’ that his managerial brain always told him was coming without giving ideas for when.  First was Christmas, but that was too busy with family visits; then New Year’s, but the two of them were too ** by the end of the night to do anything but cuddle on the couch.  It could not be any ordinary day of the year, no, because someone as amazing as Mickey deserved something special, and that was why Ray had settled on Valentine's Day.

But that was still a couple weeks out, and he had a lover that needed pleasing right away.  Once everything was put in its place, Ray collected the cookies and a gallon jug of whole milk before making his way back to the bedroom.  His mind drifted to the things Mickey had in mind and the things she was able to do with that blubbery body of hers, and he only got more excited with each footstep.

The very lovely answer was waiting for him on the bed, where Mickey lay lounging in schoolteacher attire that was achingly tight on her.  The white blouse would have been like a blanket on the average woman, but it was stretched to max capacity and creaked with every slight movement.  Her black skirt fared little better, and Ray was certain that he heard a thread pop when she rolled over to greet him.  She had somehow managed to squeeze her rotund legs into stockings, but they were already giving up the ghost and breaking under the stress of her blubbery body.  A pair of fake glasses adorned her face, though her chubby cheeks made them sit awkwardly, and her hair was tied up into a professional bun—the only thing that looked professional about the whole attire.

“Oh, Mr. Coleman, I didn’t hear you come in,” Mickey teased, her lips pouting but her eyes flickering with excitement.   She plucked a chocolate from a box and popped it in her mouth as she continued, “I just needed to take some time to myself.  You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

Ray knew exactly how this game was played, as Mickey had a sizeable cast of characters she cycled through in their games.  Currently, she was playing the role of Ms. Buttershaw, a high school teacher that was oblivious to her weight gain and lived in perpetual denial.  Ms. Buttershaw was one of Mickey’s favorite characters, making frequent appearances in the bedroom while remaining clueless about her weight even as she grew to gargantuan sizes.  She was also one of Ray’s favorites because Mickey seemed even lustier when she donned those plastic glasses, which made him all the more eager to play along.

“Oh, I won’t tell a soul, Ms. Buttershaw,” Ray hummed as he approached the bed.  “By the way, I just picked up some cookies and milk at the store.  Would you like some?”

Mickey glanced over at the cookies and licked her lips, only to ultimately shake her head.  “I shouldn’t: I’ve been doing so well on my diet; I can’t afford to backslide now.”

Ray made a point of ogling his girlfriend’s curves as he retorted, “You’re on a diet?  Could have fooled me, considering you’re wrist-deep in that box of chocolates.”

“I know…I’m so bad,” Mickey whined even as she popped a peanut butter cup in her mouth.  “But Susan got me this as a gift for covering her class last week, and I couldn’t just say no!  It’s rude to turn down a gift; it’s not my fault that people give me so many.”

“You could also spread them out and not wolf them down as soon as you get them.  But that’s just it—you can’t help yourself,” Ray teased as he poked the thick slab of blubber that rolled over her waistband.  “You see food and you just have to eat it.  Do you know what I call that, Ms. Buttershaw?  A piggy.  A big, fat, porky piggy.”

Even though Mickey knew exactly what she was doing, she still blushed and pretended to be the sweet and naïve teacher.  She scowled—which was far less threatening thanks to her chubby cheeks—and told Ray, “Mr. Coleman, I am not a piggy!  I’ll have you know that I do have self-control; I’m not just some mindless eating machine.”

Ray continued to trace along his lover’s side, sinking her finger into her flabby middle and giving it a wobble.  “We both know that’s a lie.  If you really could stop eating, you would have done so long before you turned into a four hundred-pound porker that can barely waddle down the hall without getting winded.  If you were serious about losing weight, you wouldn’t have waited until you were wearing clothes with four Xs on the tag.”

“Mmm,” Mickey purred, her eyes closed and her toes curling as her boyfriend toyed her with her abundant body.  She knew that Ray was good with his hands, but she had no idea he was this good.  “Well, you’re still wrong about me, sir.  I can stop whenever I want, and I can lose weight.”

“We’ll see about that,” Ray teased as he cracked open the box of cookies and gallon of milk.

Glancing over at the mountain of woman that was sprawled out on their bed, Ray found it hard to believe it had been less than a year since this whole experiment began—when Mickey was just barely able to finish a steak dinner on her own.  He knew that she had dreamt about this for years, but he had no idea the lengths she would go to get the body she desired.  Her stomach had stretched to inhuman proportions, aided in no small measure by the constant food challenges she put on herself; they still talked about the night she finished a wedding cake by herself.  Mickey Ramone was many things—loud, proud, and determined—but Ray would never have guessed what a glutton she truly was.

And now, he was doing his part to lead her even further down that path as he held a cookie in front of her.  His voice was a low growl when he explained, “I’m going to feed you every last cookie in this box and this entire gallon of milk; if you want me to stop, all you have to do is say the word.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t,” Mickey purred, licking her lips and wiggling her overfed hips on the bed.  “That’s a lot of milk, and there are so many cookies there.”

“There really are,” Ray replied as he slid the first cookie into Mickey’s mouth and watched with barely contained glee as her chins rippled slightly with each bite.  “There’s over a thousand calories in this box.  Do you really need those?”

Mickey shook her head but still opened her mouth for more.  After the second cookie, she whimpered, “What am I doing, Mr. Coleman?  What are you doing?  You’re going to make me the fattest woman in this whole city!”

“You were already on your way there, Ms. Buttershaw,” Ray answered in a soft grunt.  “You can make excuse after excuse and deny it all you want, but we both know that the one who started you on this road was yourself.  But you don’t want to stop, do you?”

“I have to,” Mickey replied after her third cookie.  “Please, Mr. Coleman, you have to help me!  I’ll get too fat to fit through the classroom door.  Too fat to squeeze into my car.  Too fat to even leave the house!  Please, please don’t make me eat any more.”

Ray shook his head and ran his hand over her belly, sinking his finger into the gaps between buttons.  “I’m not making you do anything, Ms. Buttershaw: if you really want to stop gaining weight, all you need to do is stop eating.”

There was no helping the glimmer of excitement in Mickey’s face at those words, but she quickly dipped back into her role as she scarfed down cookie after cookie.  She pleaded, “Please, you have to stop feeding me!  I can barely fit in the biggest clothes I could find; soon, I won’t have anything to wear!  I’ll just be this naked blob of a woman!”

“Unable to hide your greed and pretend you’re anything but an out of control fatso,” Ray taunted his lover while she ate everything he put in front of her.  “You’d spend your whole day doing nothing but eat and grow, your only purpose to serve as a monument to hedonism and a lesson about being such a greedy hog.”

Mickey stifled a guttural moan and licked the crumbs from her lips, pausing only to whisper, “Querido, pasa la leche, por favor.”

Ray quickly obliged and tipped the gallon jug to Mickey’s mouth, allowing her to guzzle the whole milk like a frat boy at a keg.  As gluttonous as she was, Mickey still retained some modicum of decorum whenever she stuffed her face; even when eating ribs or chicken wings, she always took time to wash her hands and face as soon as she was through.  The moments when she did allow herself to stay messy were reserved for when she wanted Ray to clean her by licking the sauce from her fingers, but she much preferred taking a shower with him instead.

“You’re a real cow, Ms. Buttershaw,” Ray teased as he continued to pour milk down his lover’s gullet.  “I had you pegged the moment I saw you go back for thirds at your first potluck.  You were still pretty thin then, but there were little hints of growth if someone looked hard enough.  Your shirt was just a smidge tighter in the middle, your pants a little snugger, and the button on your slacks was stretching ever so slightly.  Most people would have stopped there, but not you…no, you decided to keep going and going, even though you knew the damage you were doing to your waistline.

“Soon, you were snacking in between classes, eating larger lunches than anyone in the staff room, and filling your car with wrappers from the drive-thru.  You developed a little swagger when you walked down the hall, but not because you were suddenly confident; no, it was because you were so bloated that you were starting to waddle.  Even when you tore your pants and had to borrow a jacket from the lost and found, you still didn’t slow down, did you?

“You might have ignored it, but anyone with eyes could tell you were turning into a human blimp, Ms. Buttershaw.  You were getting winded just walking with your class or using the staircases, and you were even eating during classes.  You couldn’t walk between desks or stand on your feet for long, so you just started lecturing from your chair.  Your clothes were big enough to fit two students comfortably, but they were still tight as can be on your flabby body.  You were fast becoming the biggest butterball anyone at this school had ever seen, and you did it without a second’s doubt.”

As Mickey drained the gallon jug, Ray ran his free hand up and down her body, gently squeezing at her fattest parts.  While anyone would think La Princesa Violenta was just a weak marshmallow at a glance, she was far thicker and firmer than she looked.  Her time spent away from the ring had been spent eating and working out in near-equal parts, cultivating a hard body underneath a fine layer of pudgy padding.  Take away all that blubber and one would find hard muscle that could bench the moon, give or take a few pounds.  But that was not their game, and Ray knew that Mickey loved having attention heaped on her plush, lavish curves.

“My god, woman, there isn’t anyone here that recognizes you,” Ray scoffed playfully.  “Your face alone is round as a meatball; it’s a wonder you can still wear those glasses with cheeks that fat.  These arms of yours are even bigger around than your waist when you started, you know.  And these breasts…it’s like you crammed two beachballs down your shirt every day.  They’d probably sag to the floor if they weren’t sitting on a gut the size of a beanbag chair.  Your hips are so wide that you’ve got to enter your classroom sideways, and it won’t be long before we have to squeeze you through double doors.  Your legs are so big around that just one thigh would probably fill your chair to capacity, but none of this bothers you, does it?”

Mickey purred around the last of the milk as Ray concluded by patting her stomach.  “You keep talking about how you need to lose weight—how ‘this time for sure’ is when you start dieting—but I think we all know the truth, don’t we?  The truth is that you want to be a pig, Ms. Buttershaw, and you’re just putting on an act to hide that.  Well, I think it’s time you stopped pretending and started living the hog life, porky, because you’ll never be thin again.”

As soon as she swallowed the last few drops, Mickey swatted the empty jug from Ray’s hands and pulled him in for a fierce kiss.  The sudden motion and the belly full of milk and cookies caused two buttons on her blouse to pop, which only excited the massive woman further.  Ray returned the favor by running his fingers through his lover’s hair and snapping the waistband on the skirt, allowing a thick glob of flab to escape.

“Oh god, Ray, you’re too good at that,” Mickey murmured when she finally pulled away.  “You really know how to make a fat girl feel special.”

“Only because you’re already pretty damn special, Mickey,” Ray hummed as he pinched her love handle between his knuckles.  “But if you think that’s all I’ve got, then you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Ray gave his lover a gentle push onto her back before climbing onto the bed and straddling her legs—or rather her leg, since doing both would require someone much more flexible.  Once he had his spot, he leaned down and planted kisses on Mickey’s bare flesh while helping her clothes to their demise, tugging at the outfit until it gave.  The more pudge that spilled out, the more there was to love, and Ray gave little kisses and nibbles to every new inch that appeared through the tattered clothes.  All the while, Mickey writhed about on the sheets and stifled a groan with a mouthful of cookies.

In between his tender kisses, Ray murmured, “Mi amante grande y hermosa, eres tan maravillosamente gorda.  Tus pechos son como montañas, tus caderas son tan anchas como el mar, y tu vientre es tan grande y espléndido como el sol.”

Between Ray’s deft hands and Mickey’s wiggling, the voluptuous woman was soon stripped to nothing but lingerie and felt like she was ready to explode.  Mickey reached up and cupped a hand on one of Ray’s cheeks, softly stroking his beard as she whispered, “I love you so much, Raymundo.”

“And I love you, Mickey,” Ray replied as he held her hand.  “You’re my whole world.”

His thoughts turned to the nightstand on his side of the bed, where the ring was hidden at the very back.  He had been putting off the big question for so long, waiting for a moment that he was not sure he recognized, and he wondered if this was it.  All he had to do was reach over and open the drawer…but those thoughts were dashed when there came a knock on the door.

“Mierda,” Mickey cursed under her breath.  She looked up into her lover’s eyes and asked, “Could you get that?  I ordered a new DVD set and it’s supposed to be coming in today.”

“Gladly, but remind me to order a Do Not Disturb sign later,” Ray chuckled, equally put out but hoping they could pick things back up as soon as he was finished.

After adjusting his clothes to make sure he still looked decent, Ray walked to the apartment door, answering another knock with a gruff reply.  “I’m coming!  Just a second!”

If he had only known what was waiting on the other side of that door, he might have paused a little longer, but he was stunned to find Sadie Storme waiting on the other side.  The diva had a wild look in her eyes—the same look she had whenever she was scheming something—and she gave a curt wave before asking, “Hey, Ray…can Mickey come out to play?”

[Guest ratetankmark]

This was so fucking good, dude, I love the dynamic between Mickey and Ray and how into the roleplay Mickey got; but how you described things like Mickey breaking her character briefly because she just loves being a glutton. I'm so looking forward to seeing Mickey and Ray's stuff.  

[Cyril Figgis]

37 minutes ago, ratetankmark said:

This was so fucking good, dude, I love the dynamic between Mickey and Ray and how into the roleplay Mickey got; but how you described things like Mickey breaking her character briefly because she just loves being a glutton. I'm so looking forward to seeing Mickey and Ray's stuff.  

Glad you liked it!  I don't often write scenes like this, but they're really a lot of fun.

[Guest ratetankmark]

1 minute ago, Cyril Figgis said:

Glad you liked it!  I don't often write scenes like this, but they're really a lot of fun.

For someone who doesn't write these scenes a lot, you're fucking fantastic at them.