Pearl sat nervously in the changing rooms, tugging on her gloves and trying to get the fingers to fit better – this was the smallest size, and still the young kittengirl's hands had trouble filling them. Pearl had always wanted to be a wrestler since she was little, watching it on TV; the lights, the crowd, the stunts… it was just everything she wanted to take part in. She'd given it a try at high school, and had come out well, largely because even though she was only small compared to some of the others, she was quick and nimble enough to outmanoeuvre them and pounce accurately at their weak spots – in keeping with that, she'd asked for a simple black two-piece with rubbery boots and gloves, flexible enough to keep her agile.
She'd been lucky, and she knew it – Pearl had an e-pal who worked at this particular ring, and had managed to get herself booked for a triple-tag-team match; her and two friends versus three other competitors. However, Ruby and Jasmine hadn't turned up yet and Pearl was starting to get worried – she couldn't do it by herself, surely? And she'd worked so hard to get tonight's booking… and it HAD to be tonight, because tonight was the night that her all-time heroine of wrestling was on the judging panel – the hippo known as Bertha. Bertha had been a winner since her debut, when Pearl had first started watching, and was only a few years older than her; however, her body was considered to be undefeatable, and that was thanks to one thing; size. Bertha was massively taller than most other competitors, and was incredibly fat – her smooth, round belly was so big it almost made her body look like a vertical semi-circle from the side; or it least it would have done were it not for her butt, which pooled out behind her in two perfect globes of lard, melding sumptuously into her thighs, which were so big that they looked – as with the rest of her leg-fat and arm-fat – as though they were purple globules of dough trying to engulf her limbs. Her breasts were something of a pair of legends too – perched atop her mountainous belly, they pooled into a swollen bosom one could lose one's arm in – indeed, Bertha frequently used her mammoth mammaries to trap the limbs of an opponent. Short of that, the hippo used her sheer size and weight to dominate her opponents, crushing them against the mat or turnbuckles, using an exotic set of bellydance-esque moves that sent her gracefully swaying to and fro, as though the enormous sphere of purple lard were nothing more than hippo-coloured liquid dissolving through a glass of water. She was, in short, magnificent.
And if Ruby and Jasmine didn't get here soon, Pearl would have to have to explain to her why there wouldn't be a show tonight. Frankly, the thought didn't settle well.
She paced about frantically, checking her phone for word from her teammates – still nothing. Getting frustrated she sat down, just as one of the match organisers walked into the changing room.
"Pearl? Is it Pearl?" asked the young mare.
"Yeah, that's me. Is something wrong?"
"We've just had a call from your friends – they're really sick, and can't make it."
Pearl's heart sank; and she'd waited so long for this opportunity!
"So… what do I do?"
The mare looked over her shoulder. "I'm not sure – hold on, Bertha'll be here in a sec, she'll know what we're doing…"
"Bertha?!?" the kittengirl yelped, standing up. "She's coming here, now?" she cried with excitement. Even fi she didn't get to go on, just meeting her heroine would be enough…
Sure enough, the mare left, and after a moment, Bertha herself strode into the room. Pearl stepped back a little – was it possible she was even bigger than she looked on TV?
The huge hippo sauntered in, she towered over Pearl, looking down in the fluffy newbie. The mere sight of this gigantic champion made Pearl's ears droop a little.
"Um… I, uh… it's a real honour, Miss Bertha! I mean – uh – this is just so awesome! I've followed you since I was little – "
"Lemme guess…" interrupted Bertha "You're my biggest fan?"
Pearl paused, stumbled. "Oh, well, um… well, I'm sure people say that a lot, but – "
"Yeah, they do…" she said, sitting down on the bench, causing the whole structure to groan and creak. Pearl noticed that Bertha was taking some of her weight on her feet even as she sat down – presumably to keep the bench beneath her enormous ass in one piece. Thoughts of what it must feel like to be trapped under her butt when she simply sat on a near-defeated opponent, sparing no weight at all, crossed Pearl's part-nervous, part-admiring mind. Tentatively, she went over to the bench, and stood up on it; noting that even when she stood on the same bench Bertha was sitting on, the kittengirl still only came up to Bertha's shoulder.
"So, um… My teammates haven't arrived yet… what do you want me to do?"
"Hmm… you're an amateur, right?"
Pearl nodded, eager to try and get on the giant's good side. "Uh-huh! This is my first time, miss. I just wanna start and then never stop, just keeping taking more and more matches, you know? I mean, I know I'll never be as good as you, but even to be a fraction as talented would be the greatest thing ever!"
Bertha smiled, and relaxed back a little, enjoying the praise. "Mmm, you know how to show respect… you know, I should cancel your match, what with your teammates not showing… buuut… I like you. You're kinda cute 'n' fluffy, just like the kind of pet I always wanted."
Pearl smiled, and nervously said "Thank you", but wasn't completely sure how to take such a remark.
"Tell you what. I'll still let you fight by yourself against the other team, but I want you to do something for me." said the hippo with a grin.
"…By myself? I'm not sure I can really handle that…" Pearl replied, fumbling a little.
"It's all about getting a reputation. No-one'll expect you to win, but you'll get noticed for it. Besides, it's better than not fighting at all, right?"
"Um…" The amateur paused. "Well, I guess you're right – you are the champ, after all, but what would I have to do for you?"
Bertha rolled onto her hip a little on the bench, smirking. "What would you be willing to do, little one?"
Pearl suddenly felt like a shrimp staring into the jaws of a shark, and almost let out a little 'meep', forcing herself not to tremble.
"Let me clarify, hmm?" the champ continued. "You're a member of my website, right?"
"Well, of course I am! I'm always on the lookout for your next venue, and I signed up for all the emails about your news updates and everything!" she squeaked, still wondering where this was going.
Bertha laughed at her enthusiasm; "Well then, I guessing you've seen the new 'Fanplay' page?"
"Um…"
The Fanplay page was a new addition, and it was hard to tell who'd come up with the idea – the page consisted of videos of Bertha either being served and worshipped by her fans, or by her performing some of her more famous moves on willing volunteers. In either instance, fans weren't the only ones involved – sometimes, her beaten wrestling opponents were made to make the videos with her just to further establish her dominance over them. In that case, the moves weren't toned down as they were for the fans, who just wanted to have a bit of fun – they were the real thing, the moves she'd use in the ring.
"Yeah, I know about the Fanplay page…"
Bertha smiled, putting her arm around Pearl's shoulders and pulling her closer. "Well then, I think you know what I'm about to ask…" she purred, using one arm to hug Pearl to the side of her belly – Pearl would have been smothering in her left breast had she not craned her neck as much as it would go, so that only her chin nestled in the gigantic boob. The kittengirl squirmed, not knowing where to put her hands – everything in front of her was just naked flesh, and she didn't want to offend the huge wrestler. Bertha's arm, like a warm, fleshy couchback, held her firmly in place, and shuffled up a little closer, letting the sea of blubber snuggle warmly around her. "I want two videos from you, kitten; a worship video, and an endurance video. If I like what I get, then you get your match¸ and I'll put in a good word for you with some managers who would claw each other apart for my advice. Besides, you can't say you won't enjoy it… so, whaddya say?"
Pearl was lost for a moment as she was hugged by her all-time idol, not just enjoying the mental feeling, but also the physical comfort of just being surrounded by Bertha's body, knowing that this girl was easily big enough to smother her entire body in bellyfat just made her feel, strangely, secure. She had to make herself snap out of it to reply "Y-yes… but please, go easy on me in the endurance one?"
"Oh, well, we'll see, won't we? Maybe if you're a good little subject, I'll be nice to you, hmm? Now then, who's ready to serve their queen?" Bertha grinned down at her – 'Queen' was often used by admirers when addressing Bertha, and she'd grown to like it. Pearl nodded her head meekly, creating a depression in her ordinate's breast. "I am."
"Good girl…" said the champ, releasing her grip on her, and gesturing over to her bag. Pearl moved over to it, and unzipped it; amongst other things, was a video camera and tripod. "Set it up just over there." ordered Bertha, pointing to a spot immediately opposite the bench where even her enormousness could be captured in its entirety. Dutifully, Pearl set it up, then stood anxiously.
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