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The bench creaked under her weight as Melissa flopped back onto it, her sweaty bulk rocking by the act of collapsing onto the surface more than really sitting as the cool temperature of the shade washed over her. Wheezing out labored breaths, she tried to get her stamina back as perspiration dripped down all across her, making particular wet-spots under her breasts as they rested on the bulging shelf of stomach sitting on her midsection.
Out of habit, she grabbed a donut from the stack of cases on her left- shoving the iced confection into her mouth and savoring the icing filled treat as it briefly took her away from the world, and then grunting and bunching up her double chins to get over herself and grab the case of sports drinks she'd brought with her, already nearly empty as she pushed the empty plastic bottles aside to find one still full. With luck, there was one in reach that she could trepidly bring up with two fingers hooked onto the lid, and in moments the cap was popped and the contents downed as fast as she could get the icy-cool contents inside herself. With another pastry shoved into her mouth afterwards, the endorphins at least made her feel marginally better as the rolling rivulets of sweat drenched her clothes.
That was, until she opened her eyes again and was met with the score of her current match. Down 3-0 in her third game of the first set, and already feeling like she was going to pass out. In the preliminaries, no less.
When did this get so...hard? Melissa wondered as she scratched over the hairy trail poking itself out of her pants shrinking waistline, grabbing for another donut with her wide arm. Sure, she might've forgotten about the tournament until today (and putting such hygienic practices as shaving and regularly showering out of mind as well), but she'd been been going on some benders recently here and there for the last month to celebrate her agent being able to get her as a cameo appearance in some videogame! Not some speaking role or anything where she'd need to leave the house thankfully, really just her likeness more than anything, but it still counted.
And y'know, she'd...gotten onto her places treadmill! Granted, not for very long because she usually tended to get her best career ideas for her agent on there so usually she had to stop and get everything sorted, then there was some sort of meal afterwards and then usually that was when her agent got back to her and then it was time to celebrate for getting another deal moving, and then so on and so on.
"Uuhf"-vrrbbbt.
Lifting up a flabby asscheek, the squirrel let loose a bit of the gas that'd been stirring from her lunch and pre-tournament carbo-loading. Granted, her agent had said she'd need to do well in this one. 'Coasting on that one nationals victory was running a little thin' apparently, since nobody seemed to recognize who the top rookie from four years ago was. Made her just seem 'washed up' and 'desperate,' but what did she know? She still had the skills- it's just the industry couldn't accomodate her own schedule to perfect them anymore. Practically biased against her, really. That was the only reason why her opponent was beating her right now. Because they'd rigged it in her favor.
Melissa narrowed her eyes at the doberman staring at her in mild concern across the court. She'd show them. She'd take home the fucking gold from today and show them all who still had her talent! She just...needed a couple more donuts first to fill her tank back up first. Plowing through the first box, her 'snack' ended as the buzzer for the break sounded off as she was in the middle of shoving a cruller down her gullet, making her groan as she began the arduous process of heaving herself back onto her sore legs as crumbs littered down the front of her face and shirt.
"Gonna show 'em, *hrrrap* gonna show 'em all..." She muttered to herself as she waddled back into the blaring sun and her sweat-drop marked side of the court.
...Though it was a surprise to very few people watching or in the audience that she conceded after a complete shutout in the first set.
The third part of the sequence from.
Volkenfox!
The bench creaked under her weight as Melissa flopped back onto it, her sweaty bulk rocking by the act of collapsing onto the surface more than really sitting as the cool temperature of the shade washed over her. Wheezing out labored breaths, she tried to get her stamina back as perspiration dripped down all across her, making particular wet-spots under her breasts as they rested on the bulging shelf of stomach sitting on her midsection.
Out of habit, she grabbed a donut from the stack of cases on her left- shoving the iced confection into her mouth and savoring the icing filled treat as it briefly took her away from the world, and then grunting and bunching up her double chins to get over herself and grab the case of sports drinks she'd brought with her, already nearly empty as she pushed the empty plastic bottles aside to find one still full. With luck, there was one in reach that she could trepidly bring up with two fingers hooked onto the lid, and in moments the cap was popped and the contents downed as fast as she could get the icy-cool contents inside herself. With another pastry shoved into her mouth afterwards, the endorphins at least made her feel marginally better as the rolling rivulets of sweat drenched her clothes.
That was, until she opened her eyes again and was met with the score of her current match. Down 3-0 in her third game of the first set, and already feeling like she was going to pass out. In the preliminaries, no less.
When did this get so...hard? Melissa wondered as she scratched over the hairy trail poking itself out of her pants shrinking waistline, grabbing for another donut with her wide arm. Sure, she might've forgotten about the tournament until today (and putting such hygienic practices as shaving and regularly showering out of mind as well), but she'd been been going on some benders recently here and there for the last month to celebrate her agent being able to get her as a cameo appearance in some videogame! Not some speaking role or anything where she'd need to leave the house thankfully, really just her likeness more than anything, but it still counted.
And y'know, she'd...gotten onto her places treadmill! Granted, not for very long because she usually tended to get her best career ideas for her agent on there so usually she had to stop and get everything sorted, then there was some sort of meal afterwards and then usually that was when her agent got back to her and then it was time to celebrate for getting another deal moving, and then so on and so on.
"Uuhf"-vrrbbbt.
Lifting up a flabby asscheek, the squirrel let loose a bit of the gas that'd been stirring from her lunch and pre-tournament carbo-loading. Granted, her agent had said she'd need to do well in this one. 'Coasting on that one nationals victory was running a little thin' apparently, since nobody seemed to recognize who the top rookie from four years ago was. Made her just seem 'washed up' and 'desperate,' but what did she know? She still had the skills- it's just the industry couldn't accomodate her own schedule to perfect them anymore. Practically biased against her, really. That was the only reason why her opponent was beating her right now. Because they'd rigged it in her favor.
Melissa narrowed her eyes at the doberman staring at her in mild concern across the court. She'd show them. She'd take home the fucking gold from today and show them all who still had her talent! She just...needed a couple more donuts first to fill her tank back up first. Plowing through the first box, her 'snack' ended as the buzzer for the break sounded off as she was in the middle of shoving a cruller down her gullet, making her groan as she began the arduous process of heaving herself back onto her sore legs as crumbs littered down the front of her face and shirt.
"Gonna show 'em, *hrrrap* gonna show 'em all..." She muttered to herself as she waddled back into the blaring sun and her sweat-drop marked side of the court.
...Though it was a surprise to very few people watching or in the audience that she conceded after a complete shutout in the first set.
The third part of the sequence from.
Volkenfox!
Category All / Fat Furs
Species Squirrel
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