Women's Wrestling League Chapter 2

Ginny stood in line at Pete’s Ice Cream Shoppe.  She was running low on energy and needed a pick-me-up.  The guy at the front counter had never heard an order like hers before, but she asked for 3 gallons of ice cream, and there was no law that said she couldn’t get 3 gallons of ice cream in one sitting, so he rang her up.  The fat woman didn’t even blink.  The people behind her were certainly disappointed though, especially if they were looking for Rocky Road or Mint Chocolate Chip.

She sat at a booth with a nice view of the city, though the rain was obstructing her view.  Still, it was a nice cloudy vista, with the bustling town trudging along on another normal day of happenstance.  Somewhere, within all of the goings on, there was a girl skinny enough, a girl scrappy enough, to make it in the WWL.  But wherever she was… she was not in this ice cream parlor.

After finishing her third big bowl of ice cream, she dropped her spoon casually into the bowl and let out a soft burp.  Most people would be floored after eating so much, if they could stomach it at all.  For Ginny, this was just a distraction.  A way to get her off her tired feet as she danced around town.  People walked by her booth, and they couldn’t help but stare.  She was a fiery redhead, with rosy cheeks and some light freckles, but beyond all of that she was just plain enormous.  Most people hadn’t seen a woman of that size, or anyone for that matter, and the fact that she could walk around town and do things was all the more impressive.  They couldn’t tell everything by looking at her, but they could certainly tell she had incredible strength.  Her poor limbs though.

“Back to the grind,” she muttered to herself, eventually working up the will power to lift herself out of her booth.  Her big ass barely fit between the seat and the table, but with some effort, she was able to clear it.  She walked to the door, opened it, and side stepped her way out, due to her wideness.

“Have a good day!” said the man behind the counter.

-

Clara slammed the office door behind her.  She was watching her life fall through a downward spiral, each turn worse than the last.  First her job, now her apartment.  What could possibly be next?  Now she had to figure out what to do with all of her stuff all over the front lawn.  Being impoverished granted her one major benefit:  she didn’t have a lot of stuff.  To have stuff, she would have to buy it, and she never had a lot of money, so she couldn’t really buy anything.  Hell, she couldn’t even afford the apartment, hence her predicament.

She couldn't afford food, so that was empty, just like her stomach.  She was rail thin due partly to this; everyone always complimented on just how tiny she was, if not telling her she needed to add weight.  Problem was, it wasn’t exactly by choice.  If she could afford fancy dinners and the occasional burger, she would totally go for it.  She was always jealous of her peers (she didn’t really have friends, since she couldn’t afford to go out) and all of the fun things they would talk about doing.  Going to the movies, drinking mimosas, having brunches.  All of these things sounded like a lot of fun, but they just weren’t in the budget.

Clara pilfered through some of the junk thrown on the floor, trying to decide what she didn’t need, when she heard the familiar creak of her old couch.  She looked around, but seeing as it was the biggest piece of furniture she owned (it doubled as her bed), she quickly found the big couch.  And much to her dismay, a fat girl was sitting on it, eating a candy bar.  She had curly brown hair, and looked to be around Clara’s age.  She was wearing pink shorts that were far too short, and a white t-shirt that was soaking wet and did little to cover her extremely large breasts.  She was sitting on the couch like it was perfectly normal to do so, while outside, in the rain.  Maybe she thought it was a homeless person’s junk?  Technically… she wasn’t wrong, if that’s the case.

“Hey!” she shouted at the fat girl.  “Get off my couch.”

The fat girl paused, stopped eating the candy bar for maybe two seconds, then went back to snacking, ignoring the skinny girl.

Clara was losing her patience.  The gravity of the day had weighed her down to the point that she wasn’t going to take shit from anyone.  “I SAID!” she yelled, now approaching the couch.  “GET OFF!”

The fat girl was no longer looking at her, just eating the candy bar and staring into the rain.  The size disparity of the two was evident.  She looked like she weighed probably 300 pounds, which was more than three times Clara’s weight.  It would be unwise to get in any physical confrontation.  A cooler headed, wiser Clara would have heeded these words, but the one here had been through serious testing, and was now ready to explode.  With clenched hands, she reached forward.

Both hands shoved the fat girl’s arm, Clara’s foot staggering a bit in the mud, but she held her ground.  But the fat girl didn’t move.  She barely even registered it.  Clara’s foot staggered a bit in the mud, but she held her ground.Her breasts jiggled a bit, but that was it.  She continued sitting there, eating the chocolate bar.  A piece of chocolate dropped on to her shirt.  With three fingers she wiped it off and spread it on the seat cushion below.  This infuriated Clara even more.  She drove her entire body into the fat girl, pushing as hard as she could, but nothing seemed to work.

With one last push, she used all of her strength, but her foot, now soaked with water and mud, slipped, and she lost balance.  Her momentum thrust her face first into the fat girl’s sizable bosom.  Her face was caught in the milky cleavage, and her knees dropped into the mud.  Her hands swung wildly trying to hit anything she could.  The fat girl didn’t register any of this, until Clara’s hand struck something that actually mattered.

Clara felt her hand smack the chocolate bar, which went flying into the mud.  For a moment, she was happy that at least she hit something.

“You bitch!” the fat girl said.

-

“Francine, another big, dominant win for the record books, but people have been calling you dangerous.  What do you say to those claims?” asked Sandra, the cute and petite interviewer of WWL.  Her mic pointed towards the colossal Francine, whose wavy brown hair cascaded down her black top.  Her bulging breasts creating instant distance with Sandra, who looked miniscule in comparison.

“I would say those people are right, Sandra,” growled Francine.  She snatched the mic out of her hand.  “Give me that!  As the WWL Champion, I destroy any and all comers.  It doesn’t matter if you’re big, small, tall, short, round, a trapezoid, it doesn’t matter!  I’ll squash you like a bug, and I’m gonna make it hurt.”  She pointed to the camera filming them.  “You’ll regret the day you stepped into MY ring!”

Francine slammed the mic back into Sandra’s chest, who went flying back into the wall.  The crew scurried to her aid.

“Francine, lay off her!” came a Russian voice.  It was none other than Olga, one of the stronger women in the WWL.  She was a big woman, though not quite as big as Francine, with jet black hair and red lipstick.  She weighed around 650 pounds.  “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size!”

Francine eyed her up and down.  “Wish I could.  How about you eat a refrigerator and come back tomorrow?”

“If you think you’re so tough, why don’t you put that belt on the line in the ring, next Monday?” Olga demanded.

“I’d be more than happy to make a demonstration out of you, twerp,” Francine said in a cocky voice.  The two parted ways, leaving the camera to focus on Sandra and the crew that was crowded around her.

-

Ginny felt like she had been walking for ages.  Thank god for her umbrella, or she would be soaking wet.  She had to have a custom made umbrella, due to her immense size, and it wasn’t cheap, but it was worth it for situations like this.

“So I’m dry…” mumbled Ginny to herself.  “And if I can’t find my wrestler soon, I’ll be all dried up…”

And then she heard it.  “You bitch!”

It was a voice from around the corner.  With a new sense of enthusiasm (Ginny liked watching fights… obviously), she raced around the wall, bringing her to an apartment complex with a bunch of junk scattered around the ground, most of it now wading in the mud.  In the center of it all was a fat girl with a pink shirt, and in her large breasts was presumably the face of the smallest woman Ginny had ever seen.  She could tell the girl was old enough to not be a child, but her body was so slight and thin it was miraculous.

Ginny could see the girl squirming and flailing, unable to get out from between the fat girl’s large breasts.  Ginny was impressed by how much she was swinging.  The small girl was not giving up, no matter how hopeless.  And, based on her size versus the fat girl, it was indeed very hopeless.  Eventually, the skinny girl put both of her hands on the fat tits in front of her and pulled her head out.

“GET OFF!” she yelled in a squeaky voice.

“Okay,” the fat girl said.  In a show of strength, while still sitting, she grabbed the skinny girl by the arm and leg and lifted her in the air, hoisting her over her head.  She let her frail body rest on her shoulders, effortlessly standing from the couch and marching around in the mud, giggling to herself.

“Put me down!” the skinny girl yelled.

“You got it,” the fat girl said.  She simply let go of her, and the skinny girl dropped face first into the mud.  The skinny girl groaned as she lifted her head out, caked in wet dirt.  Unfortunately for her, the fat girl wasn’t done.  While the skinny girl was trying to lift herself out of the mud, the fat girl dropped on her back, her knees resting on either side.  This whole ordeal was getting very messy.  She grabbed a handful of the skinny girl’s hair and after a brief pause, slammed her face into the mud.

“Ow!” the skinny girl yelled.  As much as she tried to buck the fat girl off, she was far too heavy and couldn’t move.  She was stuck there, being squashed by a fat girl while her face was being driven into the mud.  Over and over again she repeated this, but after about three minutes, Ginny had seen enough.

“Get off of her!” she yelled at the fat girl.

The fat girl looked up, and all the color drained from her face, and she immediately rose to her feet and scampered off.  Clara, still dazed from the beating she had just taken, looked up, wiping away the mud from her eyes.  The largest woman she had ever seen was standing above her.

“Are you okay, dear?” she asked.