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The duo had just barely been able to hold their composure until they got behind the stage, at which point it was an instant screaming match. Oblivious as ever Po began by squeaking ‘What was that?!’ and stating that she knew there was no way he could ever get to be as trim and toned as she is. To which Tigress replied asking Po if he really thought she would ever want to be as big and bloated as him, or like anyone in the panda village, however… her description of said sizes was far more detailed and belittling. In that moment her rage had dug up her old shallow and elitist attitude as she described the shamefulness of having domesticated cherubic cheeks, the impracticality of having hips so wide and a rear end so inflated that they hindered your movement so much as to make adding a waddle to your already heavily slowed stride necessary, and most importantly the sheer grotesqueness of having a belly that jutted as far out past your ribs as your arms could, or bingo wings that droop so far and with such weight they have their own sway. She described Po’s body in a way she had not in years, not since he had first proven himself against Tai Lung and kickstarted her working on her view of others.

The surprise in Po’s eyes was evident. Once silence was allowed to sit for a minute he processed what she had said before slouching. Looking down, Po explained himself in a mumble. He told her that for the entirety of the time they had been friends she had never seemed to mind how large he was and that he had admired how she never seemed to care what other people thought of her. He confessed that he honestly believed she wouldn’t care if she was bigger for a little while. He apologized for being naive, with bitterness evident through his inflection.

Tigress let out a deep, frustrated sigh. She swallowed before apologizing back, earnestly. She reassured Po that she didn’t think less of him. It didn’t take long for her words to bring him back up and the moment after she did she still maintained with a more measured earful that what he did was completely irresponsible. Po returned with a more sincere apology for putting her in such a position.

Solemnly, he offered to bear the shame of explaining the situation and cancelling the festivity. Although Tigress noted the clear disappointment in his voice. She thought back to how much Po had enjoyed training the rest of the Pandas, even despite how dire the stakes had been with Kai. While Po had mentored others before it was the first time he had ever been able to really pass on his most signature techniques. Bouncing attackers away with ones own spongey lard, predominantly their billowing belly or inflated glutes. Avoiding attacks and closing distances by bouncing oneself using that same springiness, a truly unorthodox style of acrobatics. Or forsaking such efforts and parrying direct strikes by simply letting that thick defensive layer of malleable lard absorb them and perhaps even swallowing the foot or fist. And of course, spilling on top of opponents and crushing them under the ridiculous width and weight of their hefty form. He must have been excited to finally have an excuse to share them with one of his peers from the valley, especially her. She was his best friend, she knew that.

Tigress waved off Po’s offer. She had already told the village she was going through with it, and with a soft smirk she laid down that Po would not be backing out of his end of the agreement either.

Po reaffirmed that there was no way he could ever have a body like hers, Shifu had already tried to sculpt him and failed. To which Tigress reminded him Shifu had only tried to train his inexperienced self like the rest of the five for a brief time before circumstances forced him into pivoting his training. She maintained that she was willing and able to beat him into shape, she knew him better than anybody and now had the strongest motivation possible for seeing it through. She told Po that if she was going up then she would be making sure he went down with her. Po whined, pointing out that being as skinny as a tiger is unhealthy for a panda. Tigress cocked her brow, she poked the tip of her index claw into Po’s oozing belly, before rhetorically asking if he thought being as fat as a panda is healthy for a tiger, which she pointed out was another factor he should have considered before initiating this. This was his punishment for being so careless.

As the silence hung again, the more jovial mood died with it. The gravity of the two’s situation sunk in once again. With another sigh Tigress made Po promise that he would actually get knowledge and consent from the master he wanted for this, next year. Po gazed down at her washboard abdomen. With Tigress' regiment he likely would not survive to next year.


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Sorry this is YEARS late, at some point I started forgetting to post my filler content in here.