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*Hello! I write wrestling-related female weight gain stories on DeviantArt. Apropos of nothing, I thought I'd share the latest one here as well. If you like what you read or have any critiques/ideas/suggestions, feel free to leave a comment, and find more short stories and multi-part fiction over at https://www.deviantart.com/laddercoins . Thanks! It had started as a fun couples activity, a way for Renee to share her passion with her husband without it feeling like a one-way street. Of course, Jon Moxley could only do things the Jon Moxley way, and Renee had repeatedly found herself shaking her head as he added each ingredient “until it felt right.” The first few creations out of ‘café de Moxley’ then, as one might expect, could generously be described as ‘edible’; even Jon’s own hardened palette wasn’t quite up to more than a mouthful. Renee had privately expected this, and didn’t necessarily mind her apparent failure to teach her husband. It was nice to have something she was so much better at than he was. She would encourage him though, and Jon really seemed to make an effort to get better. The first moment came when Jon emerged from their kitchen one day. Renee couldn’t hide a smile at his appearance; shirtless and grizzled, with a fresh scar on his forehead from a recent match, but wearing her luminous pink apron and oven glove. “I think these ones might actually be good.” He said, and Renee was surprised that her notoriously low-key husband seemed so excited. “Oh really? Did you follow the recipe on this one?” She asked with a smirk, eyeing the cupcakes on the platter in his hand. “Yeah, kinda…I lost track of some of the ingredients, but…just trust me.” His excitement was quite adorable, so Renee reached out and picked a cake from the platter. She could tell Jon had gone a little overboard with the sugar (among a few other things) as soon as she sunk her teeth into it, but damn if it didn’t still taste incredible. “Holy…crap.” Jon almost looked nervous. “I mean…they taste amazing.” Jon visibly celebrated at Renee’s assessment, “I’m guessing you didn’t measure the sugar when you were adding it?” Jon nodded guiltily. “Well… probably shouldn’t have more than one, but these are great babe, well done.” “Awesome!” Jon exclaimed, before seemingly becoming aware of himself, “Uhh, I’d better go clean up.” “Yeah, you better.” Renee chuckled, imagining the state her husbands wild methods had left their kitchen in. Despite her assessment, she found herself licking her lips and looking at the platter as Jon left the room. In truth, it had tasted amazing, something about the combination of excesses creating a delicious, if indulgent creation. By the evening, the whole platter was empty. If Jon noticed, he didn’t mention it, but throughout the afternoon, Renee had found herself looking again towards the cupcakes that were left and steadily consuming each one, almost shivering with the brief sugar rush each brought on. She guiltily tugged at her top even as her face sat in a satisfied smile, but as Jon hadn’t noticed her burst of gluttony, he didn’t seem to clock her bloated stomach. What he did notice was the sounds of enjoyment that had accompanied every bite. The next morning, Renee had woken up alone in bed. This wasn’t strange; Jon often went running in the hills around sunrise, and Renee’s various roles allowed her plenty of chance to sleep in. She was pleasantly surprised, however, when he suddenly appeared, shirtless and carrying a tray. “I tried out your breakfast pancake recipe.” He grinned sheepishly, bringing the tray to her with uncharacteristic nervousness. “You added bacon.” She said, noticing the dark shards embedded in the thick pancakes, as well as the extra strips bordering the stack. “Yeah, I read that bit at the front where you said about trying stuff out based on what you like personally….I like bacon.” “You’re the cutest.” Renee grinned, accepting her husband’s kiss. She could have stayed in bed for the whole day with how full and satisfied the breakfast had left her, but Renee had jobs to do. Fortunately, most of them let her stay seated, and only showed her on camera from the chest up if they did at all. A light lunch helped ease her bloated stomach, but the salad that she would usually have enjoyed on what was a warm, bright day left her less satisfied than she hoped. So she couldn’t hide her pleasure when Jon arrived back home from training to announce he was going to try another one of her recipes for dinner. “Hungry for stew?” Renee had only enjoyed two of her husband’s creations so far, but she was already developing a keen anticipation whenever he made his way towards the kitchen. And so it followed that she could barely lift herself from their couch that evening, having consumed several bowls of a rich, meaty stew that she could still feel sitting warmly in her stuffed stomach. The flavours had been so intense and incredible, it had never crossed her mind as to the reasons for that richness, nor for the amount she’d eaten. Weak and sleepy from overfeeding, she was still somehow keenly aware that there were leftovers in the fridge, and with Jon flying out overnight for a show, it was all for her…. Six months later, and Renee’s eyes fluttered open on a chilly morning. She loved that her husband was getting to live his dream, travelling all over America and the world to wrestle, but in the years after their marriage, she’d never gotten used to waking up without him next to her. What she was getting used to was her stomach landing in her lap when she sat up. Of course, she was somewhat concerned about gaining enough weight to have a belly that could sit on the tops of her thighs, but any time she zeroed in her middle and poked at the softening mound of flesh growing there, she thought back only to the last of her husbands dishes she’d enjoyed. That morning she’d stepped sleepily onto the scale in their bathroom and looked over her protruding middle to see the number 250 on the LED screen. She tugged her pyjama top down, but even if it hadn’t kept rolling up, it didn’t cover more than half her stomach anyway. Renee hadn’t gotten lazy; she still worked hard at her various projects and travelled to AEW shows when she was needed, but she’d certainly sunk comfortably into a more sedentary lifestyle. She was thankful that she didn’t work for WWE anymore; not that she had hated her time there, but she highly doubted they’d tolerate a ‘talent’ getting so out of shape. With AEW, as long as she was professional and hit her cues, it didn’t matter how tightly her jeans hugged her waist or that she was occasionally out of breath from standing for too long. It had been surprisingly easy to block out the inevitable social media backlash; she’d even gotten a chuckle out a tweet headline reading “Renee continues to ‘Paquette’ on”. The counter-backlash had helped, with body-positive communities fighting much of the battle that she tried to stay out of. If she was honest with herself, however, taking everything that had come with over 100lbs of weight gain in her stride came down to one thing. Renee was simply addicted to rich, high calorie food. She semi-justified it by saying she was actually addicted to her husbands cooking, which was true, but that didn’t explain the days when he hadn’t been able to cook or leave her anything, and she still found herself stuffed to the gills with any number of the local restaurants delivery services. If she ever had a moment of doubt; when popping a button or tearing a seam or catching herself eating straight from the fridge late at night, it was instantly dispelled as she remembered the last dish Jon had set in front of her, or anticipated the next. A year to the day of first coaxing her husband into the kitchen, Renee sat with expectant eagerness at their dinner table. Rubbing her already-full belly, she reached down to undo her pants before smiling as she realised she’d already had to do that after lunch. Leaning back and sliding her hand underneath the waistband, she listened to the chair creak beneath her. In a year, she’d tripled her size, currently sitting happy and hungry at 330lbs. Any noise about her spectacular weight gain faded into background noise almost as soon as it appeared, even when she’d burst a jumpsuit climbing into the ring and had to conduct an interview with her broad, bubbly ass exposed to the fans opposite the hard camera. The pictures had quickly appeared online, the shock pronounced by her underwear wedged between her pale cheeks. Someone of lesser strength of character (or strength of addiction) would have given in, but Renee had finished the segment, waddled backstage and, after politely batting away the many sympathetic if slightly patronising approaches of her colleagues, simply returned to her dressing room and changed into the comfy sweats she travelled in these day. She considered changing into them now, but she knew she’d never get to the bedroom and back before Jon had brought dinner in, and she couldn’t waste a second that could be spent tucking in. When the plate full of steak, steaming buttery vegetables and potatoes was placed in front of her, Renee allowed the briefest moment to plant a kiss on her husband, before loudly and greedily tucking in, pushing a whole potato into her mouth and moaning at the flavour exploding across her tongue. Deep down, she would’ve eaten with her hands if it meant getting more of those flavours into her mouth quicker, but even Renee, with her belly hanging out of pants that no longer closed around it, knew that was maybe too far. Jon was simply smiling to himself as he enjoyed his own meal. Watching his wife enjoy his cooking seemingly made him so happy. Perhaps because it was she who’d taught him, perhaps because she so clearly enjoyed eating everything he served. A short time later, she leant back, stomach even further out of her pants. In all honesty, she was more than satisfied, she was stuffed. But when Jon turned to her with bright eyes and said, “Dessert?”, Renee couldn’t resist. The pie was rich, but despite the thickness of the pastry and the overfilling, Renee was seriously impressed. Or she would have been, if she could think of anything else that lying down for a long time. She’d spent so long eating, it had gotten late, so Jon gladly braced himself to lift his wife from the creaking chair and help her waddle to bed. He took it slow, but even so, her belly sloshed in front of her, the smooth creamy blob sheened with redness from where the skin stretched and strained. Though the pants pinched at her waist, Renee was glad she wore them in this moment, as she felt her thighs squashing into one another and was reminded of the horror she’d discovered named “chub rub”. As she drifted off to sleep, face nestling into her double chin and belly rising high in front of her, a belch escaped her lips. “*nngh* sorry.” “Babe, “ Jon chuckled, elbow propping him up on the pillow as he looked lovingly at his satisfied wife. “You realise how often you burp in your sleep? It’s cool, I love you.” “Sorry I’m so fat too. I can’t help it. The doctor said I was obese, but I can’t help it. None of my clothes fit anymore, but I can’t help it…” She’d begun to pant and wheeze as her concerns ramped up, but Jon planted a long kiss on his wife’s plump cheek. “Babe, I love you.” That was enough, and as Renee drifted off, her last thought was of breakfast the next day. --------------- “Alright, you really need to do something about this.” Renee looked up from the burger in her hand. “No, Brie, we are not having this conversation again!” Brie Danielson shook her head, “What do you mean? How can we not have this conversation again, when you’re sitting there like that?” “What? *ummf* I can’t sit on my own couch now?” “Not when it’s meant to seat three and you fill it on your own! It’s sagging in the middle for goodness sake!” “Okay…..so?” Renee didn’t really have an answer, and was more focused on the cheeseburgers she’d ordered than whatever Brie wanted to talk about. Jon had gone on a tour to Japan for a couple of months. He’d done his best to bake and cook enough that Renee wouldn’t have to go without the food she was so clearly dependent on, but inevitably several weeks worth of food had disappeared in just a few days as Renee, unable to control herself, piled thousands of calories into her stomach. So take-out it was until Jon returned. Of course, it didn’t have that special “je ne sais quoi” that made her husbands food so exciting and addictive, but it tasted good enough and calorie count was almost the same. “So?! Renee, you’re big enough to break your freaking couch!” “You *unnghff* don’t know it was me. This couch is old.” “Oh yeah, you sit there telling me you’re 650lbs and can’t move without help, but the same couch you’ve sat on with no problem for years coincidentally breaks and its just cause its old?” “Yeah, why not? What does my weight have to do with anything?” “Renee, you’re 650lbs! That’s friggin’ enormous! I can barely believe its even you!” Renee rolled her eyes. “I know, I know. You heard this when you were 400lbs, then when you were 500lbs, but what else can I say? You embarrass yourself on TV, then you get taken off TV, but you don’t seem to realise why any of its happening!” “Oh, I know I’m fat.” Renee shrugged her round shoulders as she smacked her lips, clearing them of sauce and burger debris for the next bite, “But if I didn’t have this fat ass, I’d be way more uncomfortably sitting here all day, and if I didn’t have this big belly, I couldn’t eat all the delicious food my husband makes, so…” she shrugged again, and pushed the remaining half of cheeseburger into her mouth. Brie’s mouth hung open in a combination of shock and disgust watching the blonde’s packed cheeks pulsate as Renee chewed happily. Her belly had gotten big, drooping between her legs even tucked into her sweatpants. It was also true AEW had taken her off TV, one week after her final chance to continue doing her job had resulted in her wheezing into the mic before belching into the face of the AEW champion. It had given MJF some more material, but the company had finally accepted they were playing with fire continuing to feature a 600lb women who resembled more a blob of pale dough than a journalist. At least they’d taken the courtesy of writing her off TV, the Outcasts pushing her into a stocked pantry, where she was too distracted by all the food within flabby arms’ reach to notice they were closing and locking the door. And of course, to show her commitment to her character even as she was being written off, by the time they’d opened the pantry door, she was elbow deep in a third bag of chips, torn donut boxes lying at her feet. That had been weeks ago, and her only contact with wrestling had been via Jon telling her about his days at work, until Brie had come over for another attempt at whatever she was trying to do, and found Renee weighing 650lbs and clad in just a grey sports bra and sweatpants, sweating like the metaphorical hog she somewhat resembled. It hadn’t helped that she still had a picture on the wall of her AEW debut, wearing the same tight leather pants she’d torn a few years ago, and now wouldn’t fit over one arm let alone her pillowy legs. Brie had looked like she was ramping up to say something, but at that moment the doorbell sounded. “Oh great, that’ll be the pizza. Would you mind? I’m kinda…set for the night.” Said Renee, gesturing to the couch she was wedged in, and that she knew she’d probably pass out in later. All Brie could do was shake her head and get the door, leaving her host rubbing the thick top roll of her belly in anticipation. ------------------ “Right, she should be over in a few minutes, are you sure you’ll be okay until then?” “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’m sorry you have to do this.” “What?” “Pay to hire someone, just to take care of me.” “Babe, don’t apologise. If you hadn’t insisted I go on the tour, I’d be staying myself.” “I’m not gonna let you miss out on the G1 again just because I’m too fat to take care of myself.” Jon sat down on the slither of space left on the bed and placed his rough hand on his wife’s smooth soft belly. “Renee, you know you don’t talk like that. You think I’d keep cooking for you if I thought anything like you were ‘too fat’?” He slid his mouth into the lopsided smile that melted her, and she returned it, “I just hope I made enough to keep that bottomless pit satisfied.” Jon chuckled, lightly slapping down on the sea of white flesh, which rippled as its owner threw a lazy punch at him. Grabbing the one duffel bag he always travelled with, his pecked his wife on the forehead and headed out the door. Renee sighed, somewhere between contentment and adoration. Since she’d become immobile, Jon had been extra attentive, almost the complete antithesis of his TV character. He’d constantly check on her and spend time in their room, even if she’d rather watch her reality shows than the Terry Funk matches he always suggested. And with his wife in a state of near-constant hunger, he seem to take pleasure in spending hours coming and going from the kitchen, cooking up his special ‘recipes’ (if eyeballing every ingredient could be called a recipe) and then proudly watching Renee gobble them down. All this had left Renee Paquette weighing a round-in-every-sense 1000lbs, resembling in her own mind something like an enormous dumpling with a head of blonde hair on top. Her broad face sat in the cushion of her thick neck; she’d never even realised someone could essentially have a belly roll not be on their belly. Speaking of her belly, it rose out in front of her, rolling softly over her knees like a magma flow. At some point, it had become easier to let it cover her legs and press down upon them than try to spread her thighs wide enough to let it hang inbetween. Her upper arms were thicker than Jon’s waist, and rolls of creamy soft flesh covered her elbows, hung from her forearms and began to swallow her wrists. In some ways it was fortunate she was such a gluttonous pig, because the fat on her hands had stripped them of most of their dexterity, and it was far easier now to simply grab handfuls of whatever was served to her than try and use cutlery or even eat with any kind of control. If she’d ever had any regrets over her unchecked greed, Renee couldn’t recall them. She might have left AEW after some embarrassing incidents, she might have left simply because she didn’t want to work there anymore. She had two loves in her life; her husband, and her husband’s food, and all her abiding and fondest memories of the past few years revolved around them. Quite apart from the interviews, tv shows, books, Renee pondered as she pushed the nearest of Jon’s latest creations into her mouth, her greatest achievement had been teaching her man to cook.

Seeing a piece on women's sumo wrestling when I was younger was one of the things that helped me realize the type of women that I'm into, and I've been loosely following it on and off since then. I recently came across a video from the 2022 world games and thought I recognized the heavyweight winner, Svitlana Yaromka from Ukraine. I went back and looked up an older video of her and had to do a double take- the contrast was crazy! I found it interesting that she also competed in Judo and took Silver in the European championships in 2017- pictures of that show she was still at her smaller size then. Presumably she chose to focus solely on sumo after that and completely blew up. I love that despite being shorter than most of her competitors the announcers comment on how absolutely powerless the other heavyweights were against her. I remember her losing a lot when she was smaller, so I'm glad she has found success at her new huge size- It's too bad they don't have the specific weights listed anywhere! I’m so curious what her before and after weights are and how much she gained. Before (2013)- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3oZEPK6xY6c After (2022)- https://youtu.be/0JOzkTnjBNY?t=325

This is a forum about chubby women wrestlers in slaminladies, nefw, or etc. If you like all that we can discuss things or just post here. Also if anybody wants to trade, dm me.

Who will win the fight? SSBBW woman vs slim man Do you think a very obese woman (5'4 "-5'10" and 350 pounds) would be able to beat a tall skinny man (eg 6'3 "and 170 pounds) in a fight? SSBBW would have a huge mass advantage, but would it translate into strength? In my opinion, yes In wrestling, grappling, a guy wouldn't pick her up or take her down, and she could take him down easily. In boxing / K-1 the chances would be more even, but if a woman punch him in the face he would have to be knocked out. After all, weight translates into the strength of the punch. What's your opinion? Who would win?

im a big fan of fat female wrestling so im just wondering are there any fat wrestlers who use a belly bump move

I just want someone here to make her into a solid 400 pounder

(Hey guys, this idea just randomly came to me an hour or so ago featuring Nia Jax, her reluctant tag team partner Shayna Baszler and Nia's new squeeze Reginald; Nia Jax has always been big but since returning in 2020, she's looked even bigger and more lumbering than usual. Although I'm not her biggest fan as a wrestler, I can't help but find her stuff with Shayna kinda entertaining. It's been a while since I wrote something but I hope you guys and gals like it? I kinda based this RP, and the attires on this segment.) "Seriously, Nia?? Is there ever a time when you're not stuffing your face?" Shayna Baszler asked with irritation dripping from her voice as she looked at her tag team partner and fellow WWE Women's Tag Team Champion Nia Jax, the two hadn't been booked on RAW and had arrived on Smackdown, if nothing else than to pick a fight due to the fact that the duo were notorious for their bullying, it was the one thing that the two seemed to have in common. "Don't be jealous, Shayna; I've got to keep this figure up" Nia casually responded with the smuggest smirk on her admittedly pretty face as she demolished a burger in three big bites and patted her ever expanding stomach; Nia had always been on the bigger side, it was what helped her stand out, but thanks to a serious injury in mid 2019 and nearly a year off, Nia had gotten even bigger than before. The fact that she was slower, more lumbering and ungainly didn't seem to bother Nia, she had Shayna do most of the work, anyway while Nia just came in to throw her weight around; but Shayna had noticed that Nia had been eating more and more recently, due to the fact that being a champion inflated Nia's already unbearably large ego even more. The Samoan powerhouse messed with Shayna a bit by intentionally slamming her increasingly massive, jean covered hip into her. "Hey, watch where you're going, Shay'" Nia cockily said, wanting to rile Shayna up as Shayna nearly went slamming into the wall thanks to Nia's ever increasing bulk, Nia's face had always been pretty, but this time she was starting to get a rounder face with a double chin becoming more prominent; her arms were bigger and made Nia's strikes hurt that much more, her already huge legs were almost scraping together and were resembling tree trunks. Jax's ass that she used as a weapon in a lot of her matches was expanding at a great rate and Nia was flaunting her fat ass; it wobbled like jello in an earthquake and could do some serious damage if Nia wanted to. But her biggest part was her stomach, barely able to fit into her ever tightening ring gear, it quaked and bounced with every step that Nia took and just made her black t-shirt that she had squeezed into look insanely tight. "My god, you're the absolute worst!" Shayna scowled, she had never been Nia's biggest fan, hell, they were beating the tar out of each-other before they were forced to be a tag team, but even after months and months of teaming together, Nia's seemingly limitless ego and her taunting had only gotten worse over time; but Shayna was willing to put up with it if it meant that she got to be a champion. However, as the two were walking down the hallway, with Nia's body meaning that Shayna had to walk slightly behind Nia so she didn't get sandwiched between Nia's fat ass and the wall; Nia stopped for a second, causing Shayna to walk right into Nia's big, fleshy back; which sent Nia's body into a slight bout of wobbling. "Hey, wha-" Shayna was about to say only for Nia to cut her off with a rude 'Talk to the hand' gesture to shut her partner up, Nia had a smirk on her face, like she had an idea brewing as Shayna realised that Nia was looking at Reginald, the Somalian Sommelier that had previously been the running buddy of Carmella, but judging by his miserable walk and the fact he was wheeling a suitcase behind him, it seemed like that partnership had ended as soon as it had begun. The sight of someone to bully caused Shayna to maliciously smirk as, like a jock in a 1980s high school movie, Shayna intentionally called out to Reginald "Oh, hey, Nia, look, it's Reginald; you don't look so good...what happened? Carmella kicked you to the curb?" Shayna laughed cruelly as Nia's smirk only grew, her second chin getting more noticeable with her sly grin. Nia had a plan in mind, a bit of fun to liven her life up a bit; plus it would annoy Shayna, which was always a plus. "I don't know, Shayna, I think he looks really good." Nia smirked as Shayna's bullying smirk turned to a one of legitimate confusion at Nia's comment and Reginald also looked confused as Nia continued with her talk to the man. "I mean, he's all alone, hell, even we've got each-other...well, kinda, but it's better than being on your own. We can't just leave him on his own, can we?" "What are you talking about, of course we can?!" Shayna yelled out in frustration only for Nia to just chuckle a bit as she placed her hand on the smaller man's shoulder, her grin only spreading as she turned on the charm. "Ignore her, Reggie; you see, I'm many things, and I often don't care what people think, but the one thing I pride myself on being is loyal, look at this, I hate Shayna's guts and she hates me, but I'm loyal to her because we're champions...so if I'm loyal to someone that I don't like, Imagine what I'd be like with someone that I really, really like?" Nia smirked as Shayna's mouth hung out, for once, the former MMA fighter was at a loss for words. "I-" Reginald started to say only to be shushed when Nia's plump finger covered his lips as she almost seductively shushed him as Shayna felt like she was going to hurl, which was good, because the last thing Nia wanted was Shayna getting in the way. "What do you say we go and get to know each-other? I could do with a lovely meal and you can even pick the wine." Nia teased as she effortlessly scooped up Reginald over one shoulder and looked to Shayna. "See you in a few hours...maybe; catch ya' later, Shayna." Nia winked and walked off with Reginald over one shoulder and Nia's women's tag team championship over the other shoulder as Shayna was there, just standing dumbfounded at what had transpired. ------------------------- A few hours later. "Ohhh...Reggie, you sure know how to treat a girl." Nia panted out as she leaned back, her already tight jeans had to be unbuttoned to let her belly get some breathing room, while she had told Reginald that it was a meal to get to know each-other, it seemed more like it was an excuse for Nia to get to know the limits of what she could eat; she had left a pile of empty plates, bowls, platters and empty wine glasses in her wake. She had gorged herself on so much, without even asking if Reginald was hungry, but she viewed it as a case of 'Well, he didn't say anything, so he mustn't have minded?' as Nia leaned back and felt her stuffed stomach raise and fall with every heavy, but happy breath that she took, she looked to Reginald and tried to focus on him, but a combination of all the booze and the food she'd devoured had left her in one hell of a food coma. "Miss Jax; are you OK?" Reginald asked as he saw Nia looked a bit uncomfortable from all her eating and for good reason, Nia had never ate that much in her entire life, but she couldn't remember a time where she felt happier and, despite the fact that she was too busy feasting to really make conversation or let Reginald get a word in edgewise, she was as happy as she was bloated. "-Buurrrp-...you're so cute, call me Nia." Nia smiled a bit as she panted and wheezed, she struggled to catch her breath as the staff who had to deal with the obnoxious and gluttonous Samoan went to clean up the plates left from Nia's rampage of greed; however, as a young waitress went over to the two, Nia didn't even wait for her to say anything as she flippantly gestured one hand to Reggie while using her other had to massage her groaning and gurgling belly. "He's paying for it" as Reginald was about to protest, since he'd not had a single scrap of food and Nia had eaten so much that even the overweight heel herself had lost count, or just didn't care; but before he could say anything, Nia just pouted and fluttered her eyes at him, that look on her gorgeous face held some power over Reginald, maybe it was Nia giving Reginald some company after Carmella kicked him out? But Reginald found himself paying for the feast that Nia had gorged on. "Thanks, babe, you're the best..." Nia smiled as she stared off into space thanks to how much she'd drank and how much she'd ate, but she still tried to heave herself up, only to grunt in discomfort; her new bulk had left her out of breath as even the act of trying to sit up had got her panting and gasping for air. She was so stuffed that she wasn't going anywhere, she layed back and groaned in irritation. "Ooh Reggie..." Nia called out in an almost sing-songy voice, she smiled sweetly at him to get him to help her, it was less of a boyfriend and girlfriend and more Nia manipulating Reginald and using him to be her servant due to Nia's immense greed, arrogance and laziness. Reginald was up as he grabbed a hold of Nia's wrist, Nia had put on god knows how many pounds at this point and moving her was like moving a car; only Nia complained more. "Come on, Reggie! I thought you were meant to be strong and tough!" Nia complained as she was stuck, unable to move herself and Reginald wasn't much help, in fact it just left Reginald out of breath, too; this caused Nia to give a childish, petty whine; she really didn't want to have to do this, but she wasn't moving unless the restaurant had a crane, struggling to fit her fingers in into her jeans pockets, Nia finally pulled out her phone. After a while of her food stained, greasy fingers prodding at the keys, she finally rang up Shayna, who, after a few rings, answered and she didn't sound too happy. 'Nia!? What do you want?! Where the hell are you?! It's 2am!!' "Nice to hear from you too, partner; listen, I've got a bit of a -BURRP-..'scuse me, problem...I may have overdone it at the date with Reginald and, well, I'm stuck." Nia decided to just be honest with Shayna as she groaned and grunted, feeling her packed to the gills belly gurgle and slosh around due to the incredible amount of food that Nia had piled away. After a few seconds, Shayna just burst out laughing as Nia rolled her eyes and childishly scrunched up her face as her tag team partner finally calmed herself down and was able to form words, again. 'Oh my god, I've got to see this; I'll be right over, but just because seeing your fat ass stuck is going to be too good to pass up, see you in a bit, Jumbo Jax!' Honestly, Nia liked that nickname a lot more than Shayna had probably intended for her to, as the smirk appeared on Nia's rounder, slightly food and grease covered face as she looked over to Reggie and boasted to him "I think I can get used to this, if you don't mind you paying for me, Reggie, Jumbo Jax'll show you a really good time..." Nia flirted as she seductively fondled her own huge stomach and showed her true greed by snapping her fingers and calling out to the staff. "Hey, anyone got any dessert!? I want to make things even harder for my associate...and, yes, Reggie, you're having to pay, I forgot my credit card." Nia shrugged her hefty shoulders, she was also lying through her teeth, she hadn't forgotten her credit card, she was just too selfish to use her own money to fund feasts like this, it was much more fun for her to just manipulate someone like Reginald into running around after her and tending to her every whim. If Nia wasn't ** on wine and a massive amount of food, she was now ** on the power that she had over Reginald and planned to exploit it, she wanted to see how much Reggie's credit card could last when Jumbo Jax was going to have feasts like this on a regular basis.

(Hey, guys, this is a seriously quick one off story that I came up with randomly after re-watching the promo of a super obscure Australian indy wrestler, Harley Wonderland, I know that not a lot of people know who that is (not to sound like a hipster) but she's big, beautiful and funny as fuck and I thought I'd rework this promo with her even fatter than she already is and, so you guys get a bit of a an idea about what she's like, I'll link the promo to you. This isn't anything major and is more just a version of this promo but with Harley as a Heavyweight. Hope you guys like it. ) 'Bigger is Better' Australian indy wrestler lived her life by that mantra, the Australian indy scene wasn't exactly well known, considering how isolated of a country Australia was and how niche of a subject pro wrestling was; there wasn't a lot of wrestlers who got to break out of the country and make it big in places like America or Japan, exceptions existed, of course, but they were the exception for a reason. Harley Wonderland had just picked up a big win over fellow Aussie Shazza McKenzie and she was heading backstage, as loud and obnoxious as ever. To say the blonde beauty had packed on the pounds was a bit of an understatement, she still was in good enough shape to actually wrestle, but she was noticeably slower, her ample belly heaved heavily and oozed over the waistband of her shorts like an ocean of heavy lava, it wobbled like jello with the slightest movement and Harley was struggling to keep her beer belly packed into her shirt, which was so ill-fitting that it was almost comical at how undersized it was. But Harley believed that she was showing the fans what a real woman looked like, she wasn't embarrassed about her recent weight gain, sure, it meant that she was a bit slower and had to take time outs and other cheap stalling tactics just to catch her breath, but it was all worth it, because she loved to look in the mirror and just see how big she was! She noticed a few backstage workers giving her some looks as the ever flirtatious Harley eyed them up. "Enjoying the view, boys?" the young woman purred a bit, a sly smirk on that slightly rounder, gorgeous face of hers as she sauntered over to them, her big, meaty and tree trunk like thighs nearly scrapping together as her gut wobbled and swayed with each teasing, flirty step; Harley just loved the 'attention' that her new girth was getting her, although it never occurred to the vain and self obsessed Australian that people weren't as thrilled with her heavy, plump body as she was. Using her belly to basically pin one of the scrawny stagehands against the wall, Harley didn't seem to know, or care, that the guy didn't want her slab of blubber that was her belly to be squashing up against him, Harley was taking his breath away, literally. The Aussie then got close to the man and leaned right in, stroking his face with her fingers in a teasing display. "You like what you see, don't you?" Harley flirted as she breathed heavily a bit and was still sweating from her match with Shazza. "I-" "Shhhh" Harley placed her finger on the man's lips in a flirtatious and seductive way, a seductive smirk on her face as she didn't even give the poor guy a chance to answer "Don't speak..." as the man looked actually quite intimidated by the over the top and overweight behemoth that was using her bulk as a way to basically bully people into giving her some attention and recognition. However, Harley knew that she had an interview to do and she had to pry herself away from the unnerved stagehand, who wanted Harley anywhere but grinding her bulbous gut against him. Harley made her way to do her interview after her match, although the venue wasn't really equipped to handle a woman of her girth, her wide hips meant that the entrance way and even various backstage doorframes were a struggle to get through; she grunted and cursed under her breath as the overweight Aussie struggled to squeeze her ample bulk through the doorframe, but she finally managed it. She looked at the interviewer who drew the short straw of interviewing Harley, the backstage interviewers would always dread having to talk with Harley, it was one thing if a wrestler didn't want to talk with them, but for them, it was a worry if Harley liked them; and one look at the interviewer and Harley instantly forgot about that other guy she flirted with barely 5 minutes ago and decided to set her sites on this poor sod. "Ha-Harley, thanks for doing this interview after your match and your victory over Shazza McKenzie." the interviewer tried to remain as professional as possible against the sleazy woman, who's gorgeous face was now smirking in a way that showed off her ever so slight double chin; she looked down at the chair that they had given her, it was actually two chairs for Harley's fat ass. "Oh, no problem, I'm always happy to talk." Harley purred as she slowly lowered herself down to sit each big cheek on one of the chairs. She gave a noticeably grunt and had to physically place each of her massive legs either side of the chair as her massive gut, the point of pride of Harley's blubbery body, was overhanging her crotch and drooping downwards; Harley filled out the entire space and she had all the confidence in the world, she was always incredibly arrogant, but her weight gain seemed to make her almost comically cocky and proud of herself. Harley decided to flaunt her fat, she knew that she was irresistible and that, if she showed off her beautiful flab enough, that the interviewer would come running to her, as the interviewer was talking, Harley gave a big grunt and, in a very ungraceful display, she heaved her mammoth legs upwards and, with some serious difficulty for a pro wrestler, crossed one of her tree trunks over the other as she panted slightly while she admired the eye candy that was the interviewer, who was looking more and more uncomfortable with how Harley was eyeing him up. "Erm, Harley, is everything alright?" the interviewer asked as Harley just placed one of her hands over her big, ocean of a gut and felt how soft and doughy it was as she raised her eyebrows and gave a flirtatious "Oh, everything is just fine.." as Harley continued to be 'interviewed', she heard a question that was somewhat along the lines of "What do you do to relax after a win?" as Harley's gut let out a rumble, as if on cue. "Oh; I go out and I party, I want to have some fun, you know? I go to clubs and I clear out the bars...or I just have the mother of all cheat days" and with that, Harley gave a firm slap to her belly, the strike cracked like a gunshot throughout the room and caused the ocean of Harley's girth to ripple and shake with the force of Harley's hands making contact with the skin. "I like to add to my body, you see, people want to say that I've 'let myself go'?, that I'm 'out of shape'...but I'll have you know that, in the past, the bigger the woman was, the more powerful they were and the more desirable they were and I am just like that." "D-Desirable, Harley?" the interviewer stammered out as Harley placed her bulky, wide and heavy arms up behind the back of her head to look even more sexual, she couldn't conceive of the idea that these advances wouldn't actually work, but Harley was so self obsessed that she refused to believe that any man or woman wouldn't want to be with a woman like her. The interviewer felt a need to get out of there before Harley got anymore ideas in her perverted mind. "Well, thank you for your time, Harley." as Harley just pouted a bit, she was a bit insulted at the idea that this interviewer wanted to end this interview so quickly, but her massive ego kicked in and reassured Harley that he was probably too dumbfounded by being in her presence to say anything meaningful, with that, Harley tried to heave herself up, loudly slapping both of her hands on her huge legs, which she had uncrossed before due to how her other leg couldn't support the size of her leg that was on top of the other one. But, as she gave an almighty grunt, she realised that getting up was harder than she thought, her weight gain that had destroyed her cardio and that, combined with the match she had just had meant that the overweight Aussie wasn't going anywhere, the chair groaned almost as much as Harley herself did as the stubborn and prideful blonde grunted more times, her gut was almost weighing her down. "Hey, Hey! A bit of help here!?" Harley called out, for the first time, sounding less flirty and more frustrated as she was having to make a serious effort to stand up, she got close, but her massive oak tree legs gave way and Harley went crashing down, her fat ass crashing down on both the chairs and Harley herself crashing to the floor in a comical, seated position, her massive bulk wobbling like jelly in an earthquake as Harley just sat there amongst the splinters of the chairs that she totalled as she looked at the shocked interviewer and camera-man. "Well." Harley smirked, slowly adjusting herself so she was in one of those 'Paint me like one of your French girls' positions as she looked at the two men. "It looks like it's a two person job to help me up? You boys aren't going to just leave me here, are you?" (This fic wasn't really anything ground breaking or major, just a fun little fic and I hope you guys like it, hope you watch the promo, too, because Harley Wonderland is super underrated (and so are a lot of other Aussie wrestlers).

(Hey guys, this is just a random thing that I decided to do to pass the time, I'm a huge fan of AEW and I do think that the women's divison is finally getting better; one of my favourite parts of the entire company is the smarmy, passive aggressive and condescending heel Britt Baker, she's a dentist, but you wouldn't know because she doesn't like to bring it up, at all. Anyway, I'll probably make this a continuous thing but this is just going to be something where we see the hypocrisy of Britt and her lack of self awareness as she tries to be a role model while her body balloons up almost as fast as her inflated ego. Hope you guys enjoy this, can't wait to see what you think? Oh, for this, Britt is 100% in her heel character, which makes her obliviousness to her weight gain all the better.) "Well, I would recommend that you lay off on the sweets, OK, Alice?" the young woman instructed in a tone that was laced with condescending smugness as Dr. Britt Baker, DMD, sat on her swivel chair in her dental office after she just checked on one of her regular patients, a young 12 year old girl called Alice, who Britt saw regularly and, honestly, Alice's teeth weren't bad at all, Britt had seen a lot worse, but the problem for All Elite Wrestling's resident Role Model, was that this girls teeth were not as perfect as Britt's. "I mean, I wouldn't personally be happy with teeth like that, but, you obviously must like coming to see me, as you're always coming to me." Britt boasted as the small, blonde girl looked up to her mother, who wasn't exactly happy with Britt's tone, a complaint that a lot of Britt's patients had; but Britt's impossibly high standards didn't stop people from coming back to her; partly because they hadn't anyone else available or because people just wanted to have an AEW wrestler as their dentist. "Excuse me, Ms-" the mother tried to explain, only for Britt to cut her off in a rather rude and confrontational way "Dr. Britt Baker, D.M.D." As Britt seemed actually upset by that very minor slip up, her eyes narrowed at the mother, who was actually weary of Britt's insecurities that she was showing. "OK, Dr Britt Baker, D.M.D." the woman repeated Britt word for word as to not piss the pro wrestler off even more. That caused an insufferably smug smirk to show itself on Britt's face. "What more do you want us to do, we've spoken to your assistants and they've said that Alice's teeth are fine." as Britt just smiled, standing up and walked over to Alice's mother, placing her hands on the older woman's shoulders and said, in the most patronising tone that was possible to convey, responded to the rather valid response with a "Well, obviously they don't keep their teeth as perfect as mine, I want everyone to be as focused on their dental health as myself, do you really want to lower your standards? I tell you what, I'll do you a solid, this session is on the house." "Really?" the mother replied to the brunette dentist, who was acting as if she had just saved a child from a burning building with the showering of praise that she was expecting as Alice looked up to her mother and said "Can we give Dr. Baker those cakes that you got?" as Britt's eyes widened a bit, she was about to start into a lecture like a woman demanding to speak to a store manager; but, before she could, the mother opened her bag and placed several tupperwear containers of cakes, chocolate, being the main one but there being angel cake, sponge-cake and others. "You've been such a help Dr. Britt Baker, DMD." the mother smiled "We can't let Alice eat those cakes, can we? Plus, I didn't want them, they're bad for your teeth, after all...do you think you could bin them?" the mother asked as Britt looked back from the cakes as she smiled in that false way of hers that everyone knew was as genuine as the smile from a member of Congress. "I'd be happy to." Britt smiled as the mother and daughter left, leaving Britt alone in her office. "Little brat!" Britt scoffed as she swiveled on her chair slightly, her eyes catching the containers of cakes as she span around, looking at them, Britt felt a bit of hunger overcome her, looking at the clock on the wall of her dental office; she noticed that it was afternoon and that she could do with at least one cake. Opening up the container, Britt grabbed a slice of chocolate cake and took a bite out of it. Her eyes shot open as her taste-buds got hit with a lovely sensation of the chocolate entering her mouth, it was like a bolt of lightning and Britt had a desire for another one, she grabbed a second piece and started to eat that, it tasted better with every single bite. "Holy fuck, that's good!" Britt moaned out to herself as she ate with more vigour, stuffing bigger slices into her gullet as if something came over her. The sounds of Britt's eating was heard by her assistant, Rebel, the long suffering assistant of Britt and one of the few people who could tolerate the intolerable young woman. "Britt, is everything OK?" As she heard Britt cough and choke on the other door, with her mouth full of food, Britt called out "Yeah, get me some milk! A whole bottle...my throat's kinda dry!" as Britt coughed and wheezed, she had eaten her way through two tubs of cakes and now she was struggling to hold them down due to having nothing to help her dry throat. It was a mere 2 minutes later that Rebel entered Britt's office and saw the Dentist wiping chocolate off of her face with a napkin. "Erm, Britt...what's-" as Britt glared at Rebel ,who sighed and rolled her eyes and corrected herself "Dr Britt Baker, D.M.D...here's the milk you wanted." as Britt panted a bit, she felt sluggish and bloated thanks to all she ate, but, she was thinking about how this was a reward for herself, she was a Dentist and a pro wrestler, both of those were hard on their own, never-mind doing them both at once. Britt deserved some treats as she ungratefully snatched the carton of milk from Rebel's hand and unscrewed the cap. "You know, I saw that eye-roll there, that's not polite, you really need to learn how to be classy, take some tips from me, Dr. Britt Baker, DMD, is classy as shit!" not only did Britt undercut her own point by swearing so casually, something that she felt she was so above, but what she did next caught Rebel off guard and showed that Britt was anything but classy. She took the carton of milk and, without even pouring it into a glass, she just started to chug it with a sense of urgency. As the milk hit Britt's throat, she started to moan in pleasure at her throat getting saved from the dryness of the cake, as Britt continued to chug milk like Steve Austin downed beer, she finally took the half drank carton from her mouth; let out an undignified belch, without even excusing herself, and looked over to Rebel. "Don't you have somewhere else to be!?" she berated the poor girl, as Rebel saw the several empty tupperwear boxes, with two pieces left, half eaten and she just realised that Britt's fingers were stained with chocolate. "Erm, Dr. Britt Baker, D.M.D; didn't you say that 'only fat, lazy slobs gorge themselves on cakes?" Rebel quoted Britt directly, as Britt had a look of offence, as if she wasn't the person who said that in the first place. "How dare you bodyshame anyone, Rebel! I will not tolerate that, you're lucky I don't report you!" Britt jutted one of her chocolate stained thumbs at Rebel before grabbing one of the chocolate cakes and popping it onto her mouth. "Fuck off" was Britt's dismissive, vulgar demand for Rebel to get out of her office, although it would've been better if Britt's mouth wasn't comically stuffed full of food; as Britt finally swallowed the chocolate, she got herself an idea...an idea to get her hands on more of those cakes, it was like she was addicted to them; she quickly did some shuffling around and made a simple offer for anyone who wanted their teeth done by a Role Model such as herself. "Dr. Britt Baker, DMD. 50% off all dental check-ups, only requirement is that you bring in food for the staff." although, Britt had no intention of sharing her upcoming food with anyone else, it was all going to be in her belly; all she'd have to do is make sure that she brushed her teeth extra hard tonight. It was worth it to much down on those cakes, as Britt's mind swelled with thoughts of various foods being brought to her. (This was so fun to write and I hope you guys like it, Britt is such a cartoonishly over-the-top asshole and it's brilliant, I think I'll certainly be writing more of it and, yes, Britt's bulk will pile on and she'll be none-the-wiser. xD)