The last public picture of a wrestling match featuring Ten Ton Tessa, before she was banned from the sport. This was one of her favorite finishing moves - the Full Weight Butt Drop. Ignoring official requests to go easy on her opponents, this was the final straw; as usual, her unfortunate opponent was pulverized, and the ring, Tessa having made a large crater under her 6,300lb ass, was ruined. Her opponent - a 5'2", 110lb Japanese female wrestler fought bravely yet futilely against Ten Ton Tessa's gargantuan 8'6" 6,200lbs of bulk, and was tossed around the ring like a rag doll for nearly fifteen minutes, before the behemoth woman decided to end the match, and crushed the poor woman flat. It took paramedics almost an hour to scrape her out of the dent in the shattered ring. Ten Ton Tessa moved into the Crush Palace shortly after this incident, and has since gained even more weight.
(Artist note: I did this as a bit of a test, and I'm not entirely happy with it. I wanted to see how much manipulation a noob like me could pull off, so I'll be genuinely interested to hear any constructive criticism or advice from the pros. I tried to adjust the lighting on Tessa to match the backdrop picture - the original picture of her had the light coming from behind the camera, but I tried to add light and shadow to make it look like it was eminating from the other side and slightly above her. I also straightened her leg closest to the camera (it was bent at 90 degrees). The final thing I tried to do, which was a lot harder than it sounded, was to make it look like she was sitting in a dent in the canvas and had crushed her opponent into it. I tried to add little stretch marks to the canvas, but they looked horrible so I took them out. All in all, I worked on this for just over 3 hours, on and off.)
The newspaper had given the ballet top reviews. As an understudy for the lead with no other part, the opening performance left her a little disappointed she wouldn't be sharing in the prestige. But when the lead suddenly and mysteriously fell ill prior to the second night's show, Willow couldn't help but feel a little excited about her big chance.
The first half of the show had gone wonderfully. She was graceful, she hadn't missed a step, and best of all - the audience seemed to love her. During intermission, she made her way backstage to her dressing room, finding a note and a box of chocolates. She sat and briefly examined the note, titled
"From an Admirer".
You really stole the show out there tonight, I'm hoping the second half is as magnificent as the first!
One chocolate couldn't hurt could it? She decided to try one. It was exquisite...She had to try just one more. She spent the next few idle moments in her mind arguing with herself about how many she would allow herself to eat, knowing she had to watch her figure.
She heard a soft sound telling the performers to take their places for the second half of the show. The box of chocolates was half empty by now, but she was feeling suddenly hungry, and grabbed the remaining small handful and made her way back upstairs to the stage.
As the lights dimmed, she began to feel flush, dismissing it as nervous jitters as her cue came and she stepped onstage.
Her outfit felt tight. Something was not right. She allowed herself a brief glance down, and was shocked to see ample cleavage beginning to strain her tutu's straps.
She tried to remain calm and keep up with the music, but she felt herself slowing as the weight piled on. What was happening? Where was this coming from?
She looked to stage left and stage right, where she could see all her fellow dancers staring at her, eyes wide and mouths agape in shock and horror.
She stumbled briefly as she saw someone in the wings she shouldn't have seen. The lead dancer, Cara. She looked terrible - with dark circles under her eyes indicating she hadn't slept, she was staring at Willow intently. Unlike the rest of the dancers, her face showed an evil grin, and Willow suddenly realized that Cara was behind all of this. What had she done? What was happening to her?
Willow froze. It came to her suddenly, the rumors she had started about Cara. She had never considered how her cruel words might come back to haunt her, but she realized she was about to find out. The music stopped. She heard voices in the audience shouting out, and in her confusion and shame, hesitated during what might have been her only chance to get off the stage unassisted. Her growth sped up, and while some of the audience ran for the exits, others stayed, staring, laughing, some even taunting her.
Cara silently watched from the edge of the stage, enjoying her revenge.
Equipped with her practical boots and sturdy long marsh pole, thought she would be well-prepared for the sucking mud of the swamplands. The last thing she expected was to be completely humbled by it, defeated in the most dangerous way possible : trapped and sinking in a soft, gluey quagmire. Yet here she was. She fought hard to keep her legs near the surface, but it seemed hopeless, they were ultimately stuck and it seemed increasingly clear that she would not be able to reclaim them.
With these negative thoughts she could not distinguish between the sensations of her mentally sinking expectations, and her physically sinking body. The mud continued to rise closer to her waist and her attitude continued to sink as well -- it was becoming hard to maintain any hope that she would be able to escape this place.
Venna is finally big enough to step into the ring with BWW's colossal Claire. She was angered with the force feeding at first but she loves the results. She strikes a sexy pose to show off to all the arena that SHE is and always will be the better nurse.