“Well, even if I can’t do what I used to do, I’m still going to get into shape,” KC contested. She gave her gelatinous middle a pat and mused, “If I can’t soar through the sky like an eagle, then I’ll just have to be some other badass bird of prey.”
“Maybe an ostrich? They’re pretty mean from what I’ve heard,” Agatha replied when they reached their car.
“Since when is an ostrich a bird of prey?” KC scoffed as she slid into the passenger’s side. Now that she was no longer limited by her cast, she was free to move the chair as close as she wanted, though she still had to contend with her hips squishing up against the door. “No, I was thinking a secretary bird. They’re these awesome birds that kill their prey by stomping—how badass is that?”
“Pretty badass, except for the name,” Agatha chuckled. “You go around calling yourself a ‘secretary bird’, and everyone’s going to think you should be answering the phones and picking up coffee for the crew.”
“And the first person to do that gets a taste of my killer stomp,” the excited wrestler smirked as she stamped down with her good foot for emphasis. So caught up was KC that the ripple that coursed through her legs did not register to her.
Her cousin laughed at that and told KC, “Well, you can get practicing on that in a few days. For now, just take it easy and we’ll get you back to shape in no time.”
The rest of the afternoon was spent relaxing and tending to KC’s leg, ensuring that it would be back to normal as soon as possible. She wore a sleeve full of lotion over her pasty, flabby calf to cut down on the craggy skin, and she did little exercises that a few other wrestlers had sent her. It was nothing major, but it was enough to take the edge off the increasingly restless feeling that had been building inside her since her injury. All this, KC did under the watchful eye of her cousin, who knew better than anyone just how impatient she could be.
Eventually, the fatigue of the day caught up with her and KC had to take a seat to rest her leg. It was a lot stiffer than she was used to, and she could not do any of her normal stretches to unwind her muscles, lest she damage herself all over again. At least Agatha was happy, now that she did not have to keep one eye on her at all times; she could go back to watching Christmas movies until it was time to heat up dinner.
“You sure you’re going to be all right, Cassie?” asked the older woman as she got up from the couch. “Need me to get you anything?”
“Just the remote. Any more of this dreck and I’ll probably break my bones again just to watch something different,” KC teased.
“Help yourself, Ms. Grinch,” Agatha smirked as she tossed the remote to her baby cousin.
KC tried to catch it, but the control slipped right through her fingers and bounced off her chest before falling into her laugh. Agatha did her best not to laugh as the widened wrestler bit her lip and growled, “Not a single word, Agatha.”
Once she was sure that her cousin had left the den, KC lifted her sweater up and grimaced at the roll of flab that flopped over her waistband. She pinched at her muffin top and rolled it around in her fingers as she wondered why it was that Mickey and Shinobu liked this so much. What was so great about outgrowing all her clothes, readjusting how she walked to avoid bumping into things, and feeling herself wobble with every step? Sure, expanding her diet sounded like a sweet deal, but was it worth it to get so big that she looked like a completely different person?
Then again, it was not like either of them were any worse when it came to looks since they started to blow up. Mickey had sent her updates now and then over the course of the year, and she looked like a giant, fluffy teddy bear—the kind that you won at carnival games. And Shinobu…it was hard to believe that she had been shredded just a few months ago. Now, KC could only imagine her as the cuddly butterball she had grown into over the past year, with a chubby belly and cheeks that were just ripe for pinching. If only she had gotten fat like either of them, instead of becoming an overfed parody of Jessica Rabbit.
The thought of Shinobu made her glance back at her phone, which had blown up with responses from countless fans and friends after she revealed she had gotten her cast off. Mickey and Ray had chimed in on her private messages, and she had even gotten a reply from Maxine—poor girl was still beating herself up over what happened in Philadelphia. As nice as it was to hear from so many people, there was only one person that she really wanted to hear from…someone who had been deathly silent for the past month.
“What are you up to, Shin-chan?” KC whispered as she reached for her phone again.
Before she could send yet another message to Shinobu, her cousin called out, “Cassie, soup’s on! You want me to bring it in to you?”
“Nope! No more TV trays for me,” KC called back while she set her phone to the side again. “I could use the exercise, even if it’s just getting up from the couch and walking to the table.”
“Baby steps, Cassie,” the older woman hummed as she served up their plates. “Baby steps.”
Dinner was, as usual, a sizeable affair, with Agatha making far too much for the two of them; the only difference was that these were the leftovers from Christmas dinner the day before. KC had reluctantly gorged herself on her cousin’s feasts over the last several months, not wanting to offend and being legitimately hungry from the painkillers she was prescribed. Now that she was going to start losing weight again, she figured it could not hurt to have one last blowout.
“God, I’m going to miss this,” KC mumbled around a mouthful of honey glazed ham.
“Well, no one says that you need to starve yourself when you’re trying to get back into shape,” Agatha reminded her cousin as she tucked into her plate. “And I’d be happy to help make up some meals for you—I’ve got an amazing cookbook full of recipes for dieting!”
“No offense, Ag, but I find that a little hard to believe. If you’ve got recipes for losing weight, I’ve never seen them, and I’ve got the belly to prove it,” KC replied with a poke to her stomach.
“Like you ever turned your nose up at anything I made,” replied Agatha with a smirk. “But do you really need to lose a ton of weight? I honestly think you look pretty good.”
Her baby cousin rolled her eyes at the compliment and retorted, “I look like a blow-up doll someone forgot to stop inflating. The sooner I lose these tits and this ass, the better.”
Agatha pointed her fork at KC’s assets as she told the wrestler, “Your problem is that you see them as a burden, but think about it—how many wrestlers have used their looks and wiles to win matches? This could be the start of a whole new KC Skye!”
Much as KC wanted to argue it, her cousin did make a good point. Cocky, attractive wrestlers were as old as the sport itself, and there had been tons who made a whole career based on their looks. The only problem was that, save for one or two, none of them were as heavyset as she was, and those that were on the fatter side were treated more like a joke. She was already going to have trouble as it was winning the crowds back when she made her return; the last thing she needed was to give them fuel for mockery.
“I’ll work on my gimmick as I’m getting back into shape,” KC replied as she returned to her meal and tore into a biscuit. “I’ve got a lot of work to do before I give Sadie Storme a receipt for breaking my leg, and I want to make sure she never forgets this ass-whupping.”
“Oh, I can’t wait to see that,” Agatha remarked with a smirk. “I just wish I could be there to watch it happen in person, but I’ll settle for the TV.”
As dinner went on, the cousins worked out what KC could do to get back into wrestling and what her goals would be when she was on the roster again. It would be a long road to recovery, but sheer determination had gotten her this far; KC was going to do everything in her power to get back before the next Showdown Supreme in April. And when she did, she was going to remind Sadie Storme that she was not someone to fuck with. She just wished that Shinobu would be there to back her up.
And as the chatter continued, KC missed the familiar ping of her phone going off. If she knew that her favorite Osakan was texting her for the first time in a month, she would have rocketed out of her seat to reply, but she would have to wait a little longer. As soon as she got the green light though, KC would be done waiting for anything and anyone—she was back, and no one was going to stop her…
“Maybe an ostrich? They’re pretty mean from what I’ve heard,” Agatha replied when they reached their car.
“Since when is an ostrich a bird of prey?” KC scoffed as she slid into the passenger’s side. Now that she was no longer limited by her cast, she was free to move the chair as close as she wanted, though she still had to contend with her hips squishing up against the door. “No, I was thinking a secretary bird. They’re these awesome birds that kill their prey by stomping—how badass is that?”
“Pretty badass, except for the name,” Agatha chuckled. “You go around calling yourself a ‘secretary bird’, and everyone’s going to think you should be answering the phones and picking up coffee for the crew.”
“And the first person to do that gets a taste of my killer stomp,” the excited wrestler smirked as she stamped down with her good foot for emphasis. So caught up was KC that the ripple that coursed through her legs did not register to her.
Her cousin laughed at that and told KC, “Well, you can get practicing on that in a few days. For now, just take it easy and we’ll get you back to shape in no time.”
***
The rest of the afternoon was spent relaxing and tending to KC’s leg, ensuring that it would be back to normal as soon as possible. She wore a sleeve full of lotion over her pasty, flabby calf to cut down on the craggy skin, and she did little exercises that a few other wrestlers had sent her. It was nothing major, but it was enough to take the edge off the increasingly restless feeling that had been building inside her since her injury. All this, KC did under the watchful eye of her cousin, who knew better than anyone just how impatient she could be.
Eventually, the fatigue of the day caught up with her and KC had to take a seat to rest her leg. It was a lot stiffer than she was used to, and she could not do any of her normal stretches to unwind her muscles, lest she damage herself all over again. At least Agatha was happy, now that she did not have to keep one eye on her at all times; she could go back to watching Christmas movies until it was time to heat up dinner.
“You sure you’re going to be all right, Cassie?” asked the older woman as she got up from the couch. “Need me to get you anything?”
“Just the remote. Any more of this dreck and I’ll probably break my bones again just to watch something different,” KC teased.
“Help yourself, Ms. Grinch,” Agatha smirked as she tossed the remote to her baby cousin.
KC tried to catch it, but the control slipped right through her fingers and bounced off her chest before falling into her laugh. Agatha did her best not to laugh as the widened wrestler bit her lip and growled, “Not a single word, Agatha.”
Once she was sure that her cousin had left the den, KC lifted her sweater up and grimaced at the roll of flab that flopped over her waistband. She pinched at her muffin top and rolled it around in her fingers as she wondered why it was that Mickey and Shinobu liked this so much. What was so great about outgrowing all her clothes, readjusting how she walked to avoid bumping into things, and feeling herself wobble with every step? Sure, expanding her diet sounded like a sweet deal, but was it worth it to get so big that she looked like a completely different person?
Then again, it was not like either of them were any worse when it came to looks since they started to blow up. Mickey had sent her updates now and then over the course of the year, and she looked like a giant, fluffy teddy bear—the kind that you won at carnival games. And Shinobu…it was hard to believe that she had been shredded just a few months ago. Now, KC could only imagine her as the cuddly butterball she had grown into over the past year, with a chubby belly and cheeks that were just ripe for pinching. If only she had gotten fat like either of them, instead of becoming an overfed parody of Jessica Rabbit.
The thought of Shinobu made her glance back at her phone, which had blown up with responses from countless fans and friends after she revealed she had gotten her cast off. Mickey and Ray had chimed in on her private messages, and she had even gotten a reply from Maxine—poor girl was still beating herself up over what happened in Philadelphia. As nice as it was to hear from so many people, there was only one person that she really wanted to hear from…someone who had been deathly silent for the past month.
“What are you up to, Shin-chan?” KC whispered as she reached for her phone again.
Before she could send yet another message to Shinobu, her cousin called out, “Cassie, soup’s on! You want me to bring it in to you?”
“Nope! No more TV trays for me,” KC called back while she set her phone to the side again. “I could use the exercise, even if it’s just getting up from the couch and walking to the table.”
“Baby steps, Cassie,” the older woman hummed as she served up their plates. “Baby steps.”
Dinner was, as usual, a sizeable affair, with Agatha making far too much for the two of them; the only difference was that these were the leftovers from Christmas dinner the day before. KC had reluctantly gorged herself on her cousin’s feasts over the last several months, not wanting to offend and being legitimately hungry from the painkillers she was prescribed. Now that she was going to start losing weight again, she figured it could not hurt to have one last blowout.
“God, I’m going to miss this,” KC mumbled around a mouthful of honey glazed ham.
“Well, no one says that you need to starve yourself when you’re trying to get back into shape,” Agatha reminded her cousin as she tucked into her plate. “And I’d be happy to help make up some meals for you—I’ve got an amazing cookbook full of recipes for dieting!”
“No offense, Ag, but I find that a little hard to believe. If you’ve got recipes for losing weight, I’ve never seen them, and I’ve got the belly to prove it,” KC replied with a poke to her stomach.
“Like you ever turned your nose up at anything I made,” replied Agatha with a smirk. “But do you really need to lose a ton of weight? I honestly think you look pretty good.”
Her baby cousin rolled her eyes at the compliment and retorted, “I look like a blow-up doll someone forgot to stop inflating. The sooner I lose these tits and this ass, the better.”
Agatha pointed her fork at KC’s assets as she told the wrestler, “Your problem is that you see them as a burden, but think about it—how many wrestlers have used their looks and wiles to win matches? This could be the start of a whole new KC Skye!”
Much as KC wanted to argue it, her cousin did make a good point. Cocky, attractive wrestlers were as old as the sport itself, and there had been tons who made a whole career based on their looks. The only problem was that, save for one or two, none of them were as heavyset as she was, and those that were on the fatter side were treated more like a joke. She was already going to have trouble as it was winning the crowds back when she made her return; the last thing she needed was to give them fuel for mockery.
“I’ll work on my gimmick as I’m getting back into shape,” KC replied as she returned to her meal and tore into a biscuit. “I’ve got a lot of work to do before I give Sadie Storme a receipt for breaking my leg, and I want to make sure she never forgets this ass-whupping.”
“Oh, I can’t wait to see that,” Agatha remarked with a smirk. “I just wish I could be there to watch it happen in person, but I’ll settle for the TV.”
As dinner went on, the cousins worked out what KC could do to get back into wrestling and what her goals would be when she was on the roster again. It would be a long road to recovery, but sheer determination had gotten her this far; KC was going to do everything in her power to get back before the next Showdown Supreme in April. And when she did, she was going to remind Sadie Storme that she was not someone to fuck with. She just wished that Shinobu would be there to back her up.
And as the chatter continued, KC missed the familiar ping of her phone going off. If she knew that her favorite Osakan was texting her for the first time in a month, she would have rocketed out of her seat to reply, but she would have to wait a little longer. As soon as she got the green light though, KC would be done waiting for anything and anyone—she was back, and no one was going to stop her…