Nerts’ eyes peered in past the open front door of the gym, looking this way and that to watch out for a particular smoky-furred wolf he had met the first time he arrived at the gym. Ever since that meeting, and following public humiliation, she had barred him from even stepping foot inside that pubic fitness center. Each time he came around, he’d see her and immediately retreat… and if he wasn’t lucky, she’d end up sending him home.
His blue eyes lit up though when she was nowhere to be seen!
He swiftly stepped in and stretched his arms over his head, celebrating the wash of relief that came over him. It seemed even devil-women could take a day off from being evil.
Today then, Nerts was ready. He’d tossed on a black pair of pants, a black muscle shirt, and a jacket and took his duffle bag along – and for once, the bag wasn’t going to be for nothing. He stepped proudly into the gym, feeling confident that finally he’d be able to work out and take a shot at eliminating the gut he wrongly assumed he was developing. For all intents and purposes, Nerts was a fit male shark. But like most beings on the planet, he had an underwhelming sense of accomplishment he felt he could remedy through healthy exercise.
Being that it was the first time he could get a real good look at anything, he took his time making his way to the changing rooms. He found he could rent a locker for the day for a fairly low sum and got himself a key to do so. Nerts didn’t even know it was possible to do such a thing, but then he’d never actually had the time to use a locker on his previous visit. The shark was more than pleased to find a safe metal container to put his gym bag in after changing into his shorts, and happy to take a look around before diving right into a work-out.
In his mind, he was going through the routine he wanted to accomplish. Some stretches came first and cardio was the most important thing of his mind. A bit of weight training and muscle-building didn’t hurt either, but Nerts wasn’t looking to become some kind of ripped beefcake. He was rather fine with a more trim physique, but he wanted to win an arm wrestle someday as well. The treadmills and exercise bikes would probably be his best friends during his visits to the gym – granted he could reach them on any other day.
What the young man never noticed before though was the other section attached to the gym. Stepping into this separate room, it opened into a much larger area that was quiet and desolate for the most part. A large square boxing ring was positioned in the middle of the area with all kinds of spare equipment and things like punching bags and speed balls set around the outside of it. The lighting in the room put the most attention on the ring, drawing Nerts’ eyes not only to it, but also to who was using it at the time.
It was almost funny. There was a bunny there shadow-sparring by herself. The funny part of it was that she didn’t look in any way ‘fit’ at all. She was a fluffy little butterball, short and stout. Her body was round, but not entirely without a particular shape to it. Every movement she made set her fat little body a-jiggle. Nerts gawked at the bunny and slightly tilted his head aside to get a handle on just how big she was. The sheer thickness of her chunky thighs gave way to the winner of ‘biggest and best,’ her absolutely gigantic rear end. Her hips were her widest point, and had to be nearly as wide as she was tall.
All of this fat, wobbling frame was sheathed in a skin-tight leotard that shined under the light. The black latex hugged her conservatively from her thighs to her shoulders, but still had its neckline shoved outwards by a whopping pair of bouncing breasts that were squeezed into picturesque perfection. The outfit had red stripes up both sides, and what looked like a red heart on each breast. The outfit did wonders of making her goldenrod fur stand out, as well as her shoulder-length, bubblegum-pink hair and the splash of snow white that coloured from just under her nose, down her neck, over her canyon of cleavage, and no doubt further beneath her outfit.
Despite being stunted in the height department, and making up for it in the sheer weight, she was kind of cute. It was watching her bounce off the ropes as she ran from one side of the ring to the next that made Nerts realize her short, wide body had a serious advantage to it. She was like a little cannon ball, travelling faster than most who matched her weight simply due to her lack of height.
After some time, the bunny waddled to a stop and let out a heavy sigh, flopping onto her backside on the ring floor. Nerts' eyes widened at the crashing boom such weight made on the ring, as if someone had just been slammed into it. While she regained her breath, Nerts thought it best to leave her be, and turned to head back to the work-out area of the gym and start a routine.
Nerts froze as he heard a chipper voice from inside the ring area that could only have belonged to the bunny. A split-second decision was made to ignore her and simply move on, but he only took a single step.
Nerts could almost hear his bones creaking as he slowly turned around, realizing he’d been snared in some kind of trap. He knew what was coming. He was convinced the gym was going to be the death of him. His near-terrified look stood in stark opposition to the bunny’s beaming, sunshine smile as she waved her arm almost frantically to get the man’s attention.
“Oh you can hear me! Hey! What’s up?” The bunny asked, hauling herself to her feet and stepping over to the ropes to lean on them. Even the taut ropes bent a fair ways under her waist. She wiggled her little tail around as she smiled at Nerts. “Did’jya come to wrestle? I’ve been by myself here forever!”
“Uh, I haven’t wrestled since high school,” Nerts admitted, “I wasn’t really looking to…”
“Really? You sure?” She’d ask, “Come on, don’t be shy!”
Nerts shook his head with a sheepish grin, “No, really… I just don’t think that’s a good idea.”
The bunny wiggled her hips back and forth. “I’ll go easy on ya,” She said, “I just need a partner. I won’t even take twenty minutes!”
Nerts - once again displaying his lack of conviction - slumped his shoulders and turned to face the bunny again with a little sigh. “Well I suppose I can spare twenty minutes,” He’d surrender.
“Yaaay!” The bunny clapped, “Come on and get up here!”
Nerts soon found himself in the ring with the little bunny, able then to see just how little she was. There had to be a ruler’s length between them, if not a little bit more. Nerts wasn’t entirely sure how a little wrestling with her would go… Clearly she had the weight advantage, but he had the reach. In the end it might’ve ended up an awkward grappling session. But he’d already agreed to it by then, so he couldn’t back out simply because she wasn’t the same size as he was. She seemed raring to go as she took her spot across from him in the ring, and Nerts stood ready.
“Ready?” She’d ask.
The bunny was off like a bullet, which startled Nerts. How something so portly and stumpy could move so fast was beyond him, but he did what his instincts told him to. He braced himself, arms out to catch her if he could, keeping a firm stance to avoid falling when she collided with him. She smacked into his middle, forcing a grunt from both combatants as they grappled. Nerts struggled to grab hold of the bunny’s shoulders and push her back, but… She simply grabbed him around his waist and squeezed hard! That alone was enough to make Nerts wheeze out, the bunny squeezing around his stomach and lower back to drive the air out of him. And then she lifted.
Nerts was lifted right up into the air, and the bunny let him go so that he’d fly through the air, spinning to land on his back on the mat. The toss shook him a little. For someone so small, she was strong! Nerts blinked a few times as he stared up at the lights, getting his head back in place before he’d roll over onto his front and push himself up. The bunny just waited for him to get back up… Nerts supposed he was lucky that she was taking it easy on him.
“You should’ve seen that coming!” She giggled.
Nerts chuckled himself. “What’s your name?”
The bunny paused. “What, me? Well in the ring, they call me Jiggly!”
Nerts’ reaction was a knee-jerk stifling of laughter.
Jiggly, the bunny, gave him a bit of a glare. “What?” She’d ask, hands on her hips, “Why’re you laughing? You calling me fat?”
“No, no,” Nerts answered, resting his hands on his knees as he slumped down. He was laughing a little the whole time. “I’m Nerts,” He’d say, “Let’s just… keep doing what we’re doing.”
“Well then why don’t you come at me Nerts?” Jiggly would grin, “I wanna see if you can take me down.”
Nerts nodded and did as she asked. He hurried towards her and got down low on his legs to try and grab her and throw her, but… it just wouldn’t work out that way. Nerts had to squat awkwardly just to grab her under her arms, his arms wrapped around her and his chest smooshed in against her own… Jiggly grinned, rubbing her cheek against his a little (not that she had much choice) as Nerts struggled to lift her up. He grunted and clenched his eyes shut, he grit his teeth and ever muscle in his body strained to pick up the tiny butterball… but he couldn’t.
Still, he tried. “Nnnngh! Hhhhhngh!” Nerts groaned as his arms sunk into Jiggly’s fat frame in a sort of bear hug just to put his entire body into the act of lifting her. His legs pushed up and his arms tried pulling, but it was to no avail. The best he managed do was straighten her knees, and even then her feet wouldn’t leave the ground. Nerts’ face went red long before he made any real progress, and his muscles began to feel fatigued at his constant failures.
“You done?” Jiggly would tease.
“Ugh… just… one more try…!” Nerts grunted as he gave it one last good haul. Just for the slightest of seconds, Jiggly’s ankle may have left the mat a sheer atomic fraction of any reasonable distance. Nerts damn near broke his back trying to heave the damn bunny up off the mat, and he’d exhale sharply as he finally gave that dream up. Once he went slack, Jiggly took over.
Pushing her head under Nerts arm, she reached across his chest and got him in a hold. Nerts’ eyes widened in shock as she lifted him rather easily up off the ground, swinging him aside to kick out his legs before falling with all her weight towards the mat. The shark was sent sailing down to the mat at what felt like re-entry level velocities, and his back met the mat hard as the bunny slammed him down. Nerts let out the strangest little croak of a whimper as pain shot down his spine and once again the air was driven from his chest. That sound pitifully trailed off to a wheeze as Jiggly and Nerts settled upon the mat.
Jiggly wasn’t done though. Without giving Nerts time to recover, she pushed herself up and grabbed hold of his arm. With a twist of her body, she crushed his arm near the bicep with her thunder thighs. All she had to do was hold onto his hand and lock it in place, then push her weight down towards the mat again. The resulting hold pulled his arm back against his elbow that rested on her thigh, tensing the muscle and hyper-extending the joint. The pain was excruciating!
Nerts’ cry was caught in his cheeks with an exhale of air. He puffed out his cheeks comically, and then let it all out in a sort of wail.
Jiggly couldn’t help but smirk at the poor shark as he struggled. He couldn’t twist his arm in any way to weasel his way out of the hold though. Jiggly’s thighs had a startling strength beneath their pillowy softness, and her hold suggested she’d practiced it many times before. Nerts wasn’t keen on giving in right away though, and he grit his teeth and clenched his eyes to bear through the pain. Sooner or later he’d start to get used to it, even if the reaction his body made caused him to have some difficulty breathing. His face was flush, but he kept his free hand balled on the mat for the most part… at least until he got the bright idea to try prying the golden bunny’s thighs apart.
As soon as Nerts turned his body onto his side and placed one hand on her leg though, Jiggly pulled back a little firmer, sending a shot of pain through Nerts’ muscles all over again that caused him to flop onto his back.
“JESUS FUCK!” He shouted, grunting, “God damnit…!”
“You give?” Jiggly grinned.
Nerts let out a breath he had been holding and gasped. “Yeah! I give!” He exclaimed as he pounded his free hand to the mat, “I give up!”
Jiggly released the shark’s arm and rolled up to her feet. Poor Nerts clutched his arm as the throbbing pain dimmed away over time, his sharp teeth grit.
“If you weren’t so fat, this’d be a lot easier!” Nerts sighed as he eventually stumbled his way to standing once more.
The pink-haired bunny shot Nerts a flat look. “What?”
Nerts rubbed his arm as he frowned. “You’re too heavy,” He said, “I can’t do anything to you.”
Jiggly swayed her hips as she stepped around Nerts. “You said I was fat,” She said. Nerts realized that was rude and that he had stumbled into a bit of a hole, but before he could voice an apology, Jiggly had cocked her hips away from him, and then SLAMMED back into him. Her hip rammed his side and sent the shark stumbling to the turnbuckle in the corner of the ring where he fell onto his rear, clutching his side. A hip-bump shouldn’t have hurt so much, but… Jiggly had plenty of weight to throw around, even if she didn’t want to acknowledge it.
A shadow cast over Nerts, and he looked up to see Jiggly standing over him with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. The look… made him uncomfortable.
“You wanna see what this fatty can do?” Jiggly cut off the shark’s apology, “Then it’s time for her special move!”
“Special move…?” Nerts asked, swallowing a lump in his throat.
The thick bun turned around quickly, slamming her foot into the mat as she turned her back. With her hands gripping the ropes that met towards the corner, she poised herself in a slight squat. “Jiggly’s Bunny Bun Bonanza!” She announced, shooting Nerts a wink over her shoulder, “Patent pending.”
Nerts was face-to-face with Jiggly’s rotund rump. He stared at those cheeks, painted in black latex, and knew what was to come. But knowing didn’t save him – nothing could save him as Jiggly slammed her rear back against Nerts’ face. For the shark, it was like a slow-motion, out-of-body experience as he watched Jiggly’s ass slam into his face, scrunch his nose back against his head, and pin him with an uncomfortable neck craning against the corner turnbuckle. He was pinned, and the hot, marshmallow softness of her cheeks closed all around his face as he was buried between her butt cheeks. What air he had to breathe was soon lost, and he was left at her mercy.
He pounded against her rump and her thighs, smacking her body, making it wobble and jiggle as each impact sent rippling waves through her chub. But Jiggly easily ignored the desperate smacking and simply pushed back harder to elicit a loud groan from the shark. Oh, no doubt he was apologizing profusely for what he’d said, but she couldn’t make out a word of it. If anything, his words only wasted more air and his warm breath felt good against her rear… it was the bun-warming feeling of victory.
Nerts felt consciousness slipping as the lack of air made his head feel dizzy, and made it harder for him to lift his arms and smack her in protest. All the fight rapidly left his body after only a few moments and soon his world went dark. He drifted into sleep, passing out before he could suffocate. His hands fell to the mat in defeat and his body was slack.
Once she heard Nerts’ knuckles hit the mat, Jiggly took her weight off of him and stepped out to observe the damage. The gray-skinned shark just rested sitting in the corner unconscious. Jiggly rest a finger upon her lips in an innocent expression that conveyed she had smothered him by accident, but she knew better than that. That ought to teach him to call her fat!
“What the hell are you doing?!” A voice barked.
Jiggly’s ears lifted to the snarky sound of a wolf yelling at her. Looking out into the entrance of the area, she saw a Lycra-clad wolf marching towards the ring, looking to be fuming. She had gray fur for the most part, no hair to speak of, and was dressed in black, stretchy clothing that sheathed her tall, muscular, and curvy body… and her dual gender was obvious. Jiggly wasn’t all too impressed with her tone though, and crossed her arms with a pout of her lower lip.
“Wrestling,” The bunny answered.
Walking right up to the ring, Valyrie the wolf looked to Nerts’ unconscious body as he rested slack against the turnbuckle. “That toy belongs to Valyrie!” She barked in her thick accent, gesturing to Nerts and poking his temple so that his head drooped down. “Does tiny bunny steal whatever she pleases?”
“I didn’t steal nothing!” Jiggly shot back with a deep breath and a huff, “He’s my sparring partner, and he doesn’t belong to you, you big meanie.”
Valyrie bared her teeth. “I say it is so, so it is,” She snarled.
“Nu-uh,” Jiggly turned her head away dismissively.
Valyrie was not a wolf to be ignored. She climbed ringside and stretched the ropes so her large frame could pass through and then stood right before the bunny. Jiggly came up no higher than the shemale wolf’s rounded chest, but she didn’t look at all intimidated by the behemoth. The bunny simply glared up at her as she glared back, and the two stood in silence for a moment. Realizing that Jiggly wasn’t simply going to back down, Valyrie cracked her knuckles.
“You want wrestling partner? Then you will wrestle Valyrie, bitty-bunny,” Valyrie challenged, “Then you might think twice about using her playthings without permission.”
Jiggly grinned. “Okay, but you’re gonna get hurt!”
The two took their positions in two of the corners of the ring. Nerts rested limp in a third. The women stared one another down to wait to see who made the first move, but ended up springing from their positions at the same time. They met in the center of the ring with the wolf delivering a straight arm to the shoulders of the bunny and knocking her onto her back, but Jiggly was quick to get to her feet again. She attempted a grapple, but Valyrie was far too aware of the bunny and simply slapped her flabby arms away. They were pit against one another searching for an opening, with Jiggly using her smaller size to slip between Valyrie’s fingers, and Valyrie’s strength kept the bunny at bay and made for a buffer against Jiggly’s weight.
But soon, Jiggly was able to grab hold of the Amazonian wolf’s leg and lift it nearly tipping the large canine off-balance. Jiggly’s movements were precise and swift, lifting the wolf with a hard grunt to grab hold of her legs and slam her spine onto the mat. Valyrie was shaken momentarily; never having been lifted nor slammed onto her back before by anyone… and it was a position she didn’t much care for. Jiggly took off from her spot as Valyrie moved to stand, and by the time the wolf had taken to a knee, Jiggly had bounced off the ropes and tackled the wolf back to the mat.
Jiggly was too heavy to simply push off. Any time Valyrie got any leeway to stand, it was because Jiggly allowed it. And every time Valyrie would try and stand, Jiggly would take her down before she could gain her height advantage back. The exchanges exhausted the wolf to the point where standing was a timely effort. She spent longer intervals flat on the mat, and couldn’t escape the energetic flubber-bunny no matter how hard she tried. It was when Valyrie began to struggle to her feet that Jiggly decided to deliver the coup de grace.
The bubblegum-pink-haired lapin climbed the corner where Nerts still lay slumped, and she stood upon it like a perched eagle as she stalked the wolf. Valyrie barely had time to stand before the lighting would become eclipsed by Jiggly’s massively round frame. She was fat, but still a bunny, proving her legs to be strong and capable of jumping as she threw herself into the air and came down on Valyrie to catch the wolf’s head between her thighs and send her down to the mat.
It was there with a thundering slam that the shemale wolf found her head smothered by Jiggly’s fattened leg-hams. And it was there Jiggly sat, her tail wiggling as her face was plastered with a delightful smile. She didn’t have to do anything! She just sat there until the struggling stopped…
When she lifted from Valyrie’s face, the wolf was out cold much like Nerts was in the corner.
“Whoops~” Jiggly giggled, putting on an innocent face, “Did I do that?”
She looked around the arena now that her opponent had been vanquished, and she spotted only one other person. An old janitor had come to go about cleaning, dressed in a blue jumpsuit and a squared-off cap. He was a rather thin, rather old tortoise, his shell remaining outside his clothing almost as If he wore it more as an accessory than anything else.
“Oh! Morty!” Jiggly exclaimed, “Hey! Morty! Get the smelly-salts! I… I kinda did it again. Twice.”
The old tortoise looked over towards the ring, his bushy eyebrows raised. His wrinkly neck moved at such slow speeds, the whole process of just turning his head took some time. “Oh? Oh Jiggly… You silly rabbit,” He chuckled, “And it’s ‘smelling salts,’ dear.”
“Right, smelly-salts,” Jiggly said as she climbed out of the ring. She waddled over to her things she had left nearby – a simple gym bag with a water bottle and a towel. She took a drink and toweled herself off. “I think I’m done for the day.”
Gathering up her things, she departed the arena like the little whirlwind she was, bounding towards the showers, and leaving only the old janitor there to pick up after her. He simply waved, slowly, as she left. He then took back to sweeping the floor with his push broom, and there was only lingering silence. Morty would never move either Nerts or Valyrie. He left the two there having forgotten about them, turning out the lights when it came to closing time, and locking up.
Needless to say, it was a strange and rude awakening for the two of them later on that night.