You open up the door, revealing, bizarrely, a wrestling arena, white with red blue and green stripes running down the lower edge of the canvas. Around the arena are a bunch of animal looking people, staring at you hungrily, waiting to see action. But the most striking thing was the creature in the middle of the arena.
You see a humongous, gray haired creature, sporting a rat tail. You're eyes are drawn to his gleaming, pink, tight boxer shorts, clinging for dear life around his enormous ass and waist. You also notice additional fabric jutting outwards from his trunk, white stitching spelling out "BITCH," except the word was reversed, as if you're looking at a reflection of it. The huge figure turns around, resulting in his ass jiggling enough to distort the message on the back of his boxers, and jiggling all of his fat, tossing excess calves too and fro and sloshing his humongous belly as he turns. Upon turning completely towards you, you witness his massive bulge between his fat legs, and you fully realize how tremendous his gut is. It was probably the size of a car. You finally gaze upon his cruel smirk and piercing red eyes.
He walks towards you, surprisingly, jumping over the wires around the arena, lumbering towards you. Again, each step cause his fat to wiggle and jiggle, almost hypnotically. You're stuck in such a trance, you can only react to his approach when you feel him yank off the blanket around your waist. He then grabs you, and lifts you over a shoulder, before he walks back to the arena. As you struggle in his grip, you can only breathe in his rank musk. He chuckles, causing his fat to jiggle even more.
"The organizers must hate you to pit you against Dump Trunk," the rat says. "Or they realized I needed a new bitch." You struggle even more upon hearing him. You two finally reach the arena, where he tosses you over the wires, before leaping over them himself. You struggle to your feet as you hear Dump Trunk speak. "Who hear came to see some pussy get the trunk!?" He whips his ass with his tail for emphasis on the word "trunk." The crowd cheers in response, while Dump Truck holds a hand up to one of his large ears, aiming an ear hole to the crowd. He alternates which ear hole he points while you finally get to your feet. You look at the rat, seeing him seemingly more focused on the audience than you. His back was turned toward you, the perfect blind spot.
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