elroycohen
Steampunk Psycho
~BBW, Competition – A small town competition that has blossomed into a large event, takes place
It’s a beautiful day for sports and as the sun rises on the large open field that will host today’s games all the hundreds of spectators are anxiously awaiting what promises to be an awesome sporting event.
It is in fact day one of the iconic weeklong event that has come to be known as the Big Fat Lady Olympics and the crowd is in a frenzy as they await the first event.
What started out as a friendly way to settle a wager between two drunken farmers who argued which of them had spoiled their wives fatter while still remaining nimble enough to help out on the farm has blossomed into a phenomenon that brings people from all over the country to both watch and compete. Dozens of female athletes take part in a wide ranging multitude of events. Races, one on one competitive battles that are much more creative in nature, and for those who care for them, there are even size comparison events.
The one caveat to these events, that is somewhat given away in its name, is the fact that all competitors must be obese women. No lightweights in this division. Self conscious salad eating waifs need not apply to these events. Although most agree it might be fun to watch them try.
The first event on the agenda is the Big Belly Battle, where it helps to not only be fat but also carry the bulk of that fat in your paunch. Set up in a single elimination tournament the battles are usually pretty heated.
On the playing field is a circle slightly larger in diameter then the typical sumo ring. The goal is simple; knock your opponent silly for three consecutive three minute rounds by using the belly as the main means of attack. Breasts are okay to use as well, but hands are taken out of play by being bound behind the competitors back. Points are deducted for kicking or using knees to jab at one’s opponent.
Forcing the opponent out of the playing circle is worth a point, knockdowns are scored like they are in boxing, with a ten second count to get back up and present oneself as capable to continue. Of course without the use of hands it becomes all that much more difficult to get up, especially as heavy as some of the competitors are.
The buzzing crowd quiets down as the first of four opening round match-ups is displayed on the large screens surrounding the playing field.
“Pin-up” Posy Muriel
Vs
Sally “the Steam Roller” Gomez
Defending champion Sally has been training hard all year to make sure she can make a good run at keeping her title. A diet high in fats and carbs to keep that belly big and a workout routine of deep squats to keep those legs powerful has certainly helped.
At a statuesque 5’9” and a very imposing 380 pounds with a waist rumored to be around 70” it is clear as Sally the Steam Roller lumbers out into the playing circle that it will take quite a lot to bring her down.
“Pin-up” Posy got her nickname based on her looks; ample curves, bedroom eyes, rosy full lips make Posy look like she just stepped off a calendar from the 50’s. A lot of those curves go toward making up her impressive paunch. Big enough to dwarf her large chest, which is no small feat, Posy’s belly clearly has some flabby weight behind it. Is it enough though? At a diminutive 5’-2” and weighing just barely over 200 pounds the cute competitor has her work cut out for her. At almost half the size little Posy may be more mobile then the hulking Sally, but if she gets caught in the wrong place at the wrong time this match could end quickly.
In the ring wearing black shorts, matching sports bra and the standard nylon wrist binds that keep her hands behind her back Sally’s exposed belly is easily the first thing anyone would notice on her. It runs from just under her modest but slightly sagging chest to just below her dimpled knees and sticks out at least two feet in front of her.
The rest of Sally the Steam Roller is by no means small. Her face is a mass of cheeks and chins, her calves resemble sturdy tree trunks and her upper arms disappear around her bulbous torso looking like stretched bread dough.
Posy’s belly only seems small when compared to Sally’s. Hanging a little less heavy the bottom of Pin-up’s drooping paunch ends mid-thigh and wraps around the milky skinned competitor in a thick roll.
Posy’s cantaloupe-sized rack is accentuated by her billowing arms being forced behind her back.
Steam Roller glares at her competition while Posy is content to look out at her adoring fans, many of whom are wearing the heavy eyeliner and have the same jet black hair Posy sports.
The ref eventually directs each competitor across from each other on the edge of the circle and then takes his place in the center. After he makes eye contact with each lady and reminds them any use of feet or knees is worth a warning the first time and a penalty after, he signals for the bell to sound.
Sally charges forward as fast as her thighs slapping into her belly apron will allow. The ref steps back to avoid the oncoming mass and Posy scurries her stubby little legs easily out of the way, although her oversized chest threatens to bounce right out of her white sports bra as she does.
Sally puts the breaks on long before she has to worry about stepping outside the circle, but before she can turn around the fired up Posy slams her prominent tummy into the side of Sally’s jutting hip with a resounding slap. The force staggers Steam Roller back a step, still a few feet from being out of the circle. Posy continues the attack jumping up and landing her belly flesh right into the center of Sally’s girth. The wet pop of the belly on belly contact is followed by a loud grunt from Sally. Pin-up’s tits even offer a follow-up shot as the momentum causes them to bounce off the champion’s abdomen.
The effort needed to connect with the big blow on the larger woman causes Posy to almost lose her balance as she lands from her assault, but she does manage to keep her top heavy figure upright.
Sally’s stays upright as well, but not before staggering backward enough to put a heel just outside the painted white playing circle.
The bell sounds and the ref steps in between the two ladies.
Sally’s face instantly becomes enraged when she realizes what just happened. The crowd offers up a shocked response of their own in the form of gasps and cheers.
The ref sets the competitors back into the starting position. Posy’s eyes are wide with shock, but her full red lips are turned into a beaming grin.
She loses that smile quickly once the bell sounds because Sally takes the same course of action, bolting across the ring with every ounce of her sweaty flesh jiggling. Once again Posy gets out of the way in time, but instead of simply pulling up to a stop Sally turns on a dime without losing much momentum.
Posy is completely caught off guard and remains right in the path of the charging, near 400 pounder. Quickly she find out why they call Sally Steam Roller.
The smaller woman is at first engulfed in the large blob of belly flesh and then launched into the air. Her Nikes lifting right off the ground. She sails backwards a good four feet before landing flat on her back, slamming her hands beneath her own 200 pound bulk. The force of the thud causes her chest to explode out the top of her sports bra and her flopping boobs slap her on either cheek as an insult to the injury.
By the time Posy’s shoes plop back to the ground on the back of their heels rather then their soles, she is out. Her big blue eyes stare blankly up at the sky as the ref gives a count just to make it official. In fact he is waving in the lady’s trainer in by the time he gets to seven and she hasn’t done more then twitch slightly.
There is no celebrating on Sally’s side. A simple look of absolute detest focused right at her downed opponent is all that is offered up by Steam Roller before her staff comes into to untie her hands, douse her face with water and give her belly a congratulatory slap while leading her off.
The crowd mostly cheers for the exciting, if slightly shorter then normal match. They die down after the winner lumbers out of view to prepare for the second round of the tournament only to erupt once again when the medical staff revives the sprawled and semi-topless Posy with a healthy dose of smelling salt.
Once finally vertical again Posy staggers out of the way as quickly as she can to make way for the next match in the opening round of the tournament.
Continued in post#3
The BFLO
by Elroy Cohen
by Elroy Cohen
It’s a beautiful day for sports and as the sun rises on the large open field that will host today’s games all the hundreds of spectators are anxiously awaiting what promises to be an awesome sporting event.
It is in fact day one of the iconic weeklong event that has come to be known as the Big Fat Lady Olympics and the crowd is in a frenzy as they await the first event.
What started out as a friendly way to settle a wager between two drunken farmers who argued which of them had spoiled their wives fatter while still remaining nimble enough to help out on the farm has blossomed into a phenomenon that brings people from all over the country to both watch and compete. Dozens of female athletes take part in a wide ranging multitude of events. Races, one on one competitive battles that are much more creative in nature, and for those who care for them, there are even size comparison events.
The one caveat to these events, that is somewhat given away in its name, is the fact that all competitors must be obese women. No lightweights in this division. Self conscious salad eating waifs need not apply to these events. Although most agree it might be fun to watch them try.
The first event on the agenda is the Big Belly Battle, where it helps to not only be fat but also carry the bulk of that fat in your paunch. Set up in a single elimination tournament the battles are usually pretty heated.
On the playing field is a circle slightly larger in diameter then the typical sumo ring. The goal is simple; knock your opponent silly for three consecutive three minute rounds by using the belly as the main means of attack. Breasts are okay to use as well, but hands are taken out of play by being bound behind the competitors back. Points are deducted for kicking or using knees to jab at one’s opponent.
Forcing the opponent out of the playing circle is worth a point, knockdowns are scored like they are in boxing, with a ten second count to get back up and present oneself as capable to continue. Of course without the use of hands it becomes all that much more difficult to get up, especially as heavy as some of the competitors are.
The buzzing crowd quiets down as the first of four opening round match-ups is displayed on the large screens surrounding the playing field.
“Pin-up” Posy Muriel
Vs
Sally “the Steam Roller” Gomez
Defending champion Sally has been training hard all year to make sure she can make a good run at keeping her title. A diet high in fats and carbs to keep that belly big and a workout routine of deep squats to keep those legs powerful has certainly helped.
At a statuesque 5’9” and a very imposing 380 pounds with a waist rumored to be around 70” it is clear as Sally the Steam Roller lumbers out into the playing circle that it will take quite a lot to bring her down.
“Pin-up” Posy got her nickname based on her looks; ample curves, bedroom eyes, rosy full lips make Posy look like she just stepped off a calendar from the 50’s. A lot of those curves go toward making up her impressive paunch. Big enough to dwarf her large chest, which is no small feat, Posy’s belly clearly has some flabby weight behind it. Is it enough though? At a diminutive 5’-2” and weighing just barely over 200 pounds the cute competitor has her work cut out for her. At almost half the size little Posy may be more mobile then the hulking Sally, but if she gets caught in the wrong place at the wrong time this match could end quickly.
In the ring wearing black shorts, matching sports bra and the standard nylon wrist binds that keep her hands behind her back Sally’s exposed belly is easily the first thing anyone would notice on her. It runs from just under her modest but slightly sagging chest to just below her dimpled knees and sticks out at least two feet in front of her.
The rest of Sally the Steam Roller is by no means small. Her face is a mass of cheeks and chins, her calves resemble sturdy tree trunks and her upper arms disappear around her bulbous torso looking like stretched bread dough.
Posy’s belly only seems small when compared to Sally’s. Hanging a little less heavy the bottom of Pin-up’s drooping paunch ends mid-thigh and wraps around the milky skinned competitor in a thick roll.
Posy’s cantaloupe-sized rack is accentuated by her billowing arms being forced behind her back.
Steam Roller glares at her competition while Posy is content to look out at her adoring fans, many of whom are wearing the heavy eyeliner and have the same jet black hair Posy sports.
The ref eventually directs each competitor across from each other on the edge of the circle and then takes his place in the center. After he makes eye contact with each lady and reminds them any use of feet or knees is worth a warning the first time and a penalty after, he signals for the bell to sound.
Sally charges forward as fast as her thighs slapping into her belly apron will allow. The ref steps back to avoid the oncoming mass and Posy scurries her stubby little legs easily out of the way, although her oversized chest threatens to bounce right out of her white sports bra as she does.
Sally puts the breaks on long before she has to worry about stepping outside the circle, but before she can turn around the fired up Posy slams her prominent tummy into the side of Sally’s jutting hip with a resounding slap. The force staggers Steam Roller back a step, still a few feet from being out of the circle. Posy continues the attack jumping up and landing her belly flesh right into the center of Sally’s girth. The wet pop of the belly on belly contact is followed by a loud grunt from Sally. Pin-up’s tits even offer a follow-up shot as the momentum causes them to bounce off the champion’s abdomen.
The effort needed to connect with the big blow on the larger woman causes Posy to almost lose her balance as she lands from her assault, but she does manage to keep her top heavy figure upright.
Sally’s stays upright as well, but not before staggering backward enough to put a heel just outside the painted white playing circle.
The bell sounds and the ref steps in between the two ladies.
Sally’s face instantly becomes enraged when she realizes what just happened. The crowd offers up a shocked response of their own in the form of gasps and cheers.
The ref sets the competitors back into the starting position. Posy’s eyes are wide with shock, but her full red lips are turned into a beaming grin.
She loses that smile quickly once the bell sounds because Sally takes the same course of action, bolting across the ring with every ounce of her sweaty flesh jiggling. Once again Posy gets out of the way in time, but instead of simply pulling up to a stop Sally turns on a dime without losing much momentum.
Posy is completely caught off guard and remains right in the path of the charging, near 400 pounder. Quickly she find out why they call Sally Steam Roller.
The smaller woman is at first engulfed in the large blob of belly flesh and then launched into the air. Her Nikes lifting right off the ground. She sails backwards a good four feet before landing flat on her back, slamming her hands beneath her own 200 pound bulk. The force of the thud causes her chest to explode out the top of her sports bra and her flopping boobs slap her on either cheek as an insult to the injury.
By the time Posy’s shoes plop back to the ground on the back of their heels rather then their soles, she is out. Her big blue eyes stare blankly up at the sky as the ref gives a count just to make it official. In fact he is waving in the lady’s trainer in by the time he gets to seven and she hasn’t done more then twitch slightly.
There is no celebrating on Sally’s side. A simple look of absolute detest focused right at her downed opponent is all that is offered up by Steam Roller before her staff comes into to untie her hands, douse her face with water and give her belly a congratulatory slap while leading her off.
The crowd mostly cheers for the exciting, if slightly shorter then normal match. They die down after the winner lumbers out of view to prepare for the second round of the tournament only to erupt once again when the medical staff revives the sprawled and semi-topless Posy with a healthy dose of smelling salt.
Once finally vertical again Posy staggers out of the way as quickly as she can to make way for the next match in the opening round of the tournament.
Continued in post#3
