Start of training

Steve successfully led Sem into the staff visits, to his already incredible luck they were not on anyone's radar, well almost...

* 5 minutes ago in the security room *

Brad was dragged into the room by a security officer to question him about the conflict and call the police. He sat him on a bench near the radiator and strapped his right arm to it.

Security guard: "This way I can make sure you don't try to get away. Okay, tell me your first name, last name, reason for the conflict..."

Brad started to answer his questions, he wanted the guard to step into the situation and let him go.

Brad: "Look, sir. I realize you don't have the most pleasant job and all that. But could you make an exception for me? I'm a good citizen and I just had a little run-in with this bastard..."

Guard: "Look you, I'm not interested in how good a citizen you are. Just answer my questions and then you can talk to the police.", the guard shut Brad up and pulled out a sheet of paper. He glanced periodically at the security camera monitors.

Brad realized he wasn't going to be able to talk teeth and decided to just wait for the police to let him go, it wasn't like he'd committed some serious crime. "I didn't hit him," he thought.

And while he was dictating his data, the guard got up from his chair and shouted: "Shit! Those alcoholics are fighting again!"

He handed Brad a piece of paper and said: "Write an explanatory note for now, I need to sort this out, I guess you won't be sitting here alone anytime soon."

After this sentence he left the room leaving Brad sitting chained to the radiator. He idly Brad began to stare at the monitors.

Brad watched and thought: "Ha! This couple doesn't even realize they're being seen! Oh! And this idiot seems to have mistaken his wife's popcorn bucket for a barf bag!" he would continue to amuse himself by looking at the camera images until he saw a back room with a practice ring. Into which the obese degenerate walked at the same moment, followed by Sam going in there as well.

Brad noticed them stop and start talking about something. He was seething with anger and curiosity and began to try to break free, but he was completely unsuccessful. Brad may have been well built, but steel handcuffs were too tight. In desperation, he began to stare at the dashboard that was across from her. He stood up from the bench so he could see it better, and from a shorter distance he could get a better look at what was going on in the room. Brad saw the "MAX Sound" button and realized this was his chance to find out what the ugly, hobbit-sized old man was talking about with his fleshy, sexy wife. He tried to reach with his hand, but he was about 1 meter short.

Bird being smart enough to took off his belt, this would help him cover the missing distance to the button. With one swing he hit the button with his straight arm and he finally started to hear the sound from this camera.

He got "lucky" and turned on the sound at the exact moment in which he could understand the topic of their conversation.

Steve: "I'm glad for your enthusiasm, but you can't train in those clothes. You need to change into a wrestling uniform. It's right in that locker over there", pointing his finger at one of the ranfom metal lockers. He stood and waited for Sam to follow his advice.

So she did, to Brad's complete shock, Sam walked over to the locker and opening it pulled out 2 tights. They were absolutely tiny.

Even dumbfounded Sam was surprised and wondered.

Sam: "But it's quite small.... Are you sure it's better to train in this suit?"

Steve started to scratch his bald head, but he too, not being gifted with intelligence, said the first thing that came to his mind: "Uh... Well..... If you can't wear that tight suit, how are you going to get out of your opponent's even tighter grip? Isn't it?"

Brad heard the fucking thing and smirked.

"Ha! That's all the retard could come up with. Now Sam will realize he's trying to trick her and beating the asshole up will explain the situation to the guard!" : He thought.

But his jaw dropped to the floor when Sam said: "Exactly! You're absolutely right!"

Steve was also fucked by this turn of events, he had just planned for her to wear tight tights, but in this costume this sexy bitch is going to look like a real stripper! This bimbo believes absolutely every word he says, how could she ever think that he is a famous wrestler when he looks like a stereotypical ugly bastard...

Sam took the suit in her hands and started looking around before asking: "So... Where can I change?"

Steve: "Sam, honey... How do you plan on being a wrestler if you're afraid to change in front of your partner. You have to trust me completely during the match, how are you going to do that when you're embarrassed to change in front of me!?", the obese degenerate started to purposely pressure the brainless Sam.

Sem: "I... Hmmm... I was joking, Steve! Don't you get it?!", she winked at him and tried her best to pretend it was a joke.

Eventually this empty-headed ditzy started pulling off her clothes, giving the fat douchebag, who would never see a naked woman in person, the best striptease show ever. She started at the top, throwing off her clothes her tits the size of 2 melons fell out right in front of Steve's face. Complex halos that looked like he could slip a finger in were centimeters away from his sweat and grease covered face. Her bidons were very firm, so that for such inadequate dimensions they dangled quite a bit. Then she turned her back to Steve, trying to hide her boobs somehow (although because of their size, they were sticking out to the sides of her back). Besides, Sam needed to take off her shorts, and standing with her back to Steve would only give him a better view of her ass. Sam undid the button and began to roll from one leg to the other. The tight jean shorts were barely fitting her 150 centimeter ass.

Brad meanwhile came out of his stupor, when he saw the love of his life undressing in front of the ugliest fucker he had ever seen he started to try to get out of the handcuffs, but what happened next made him fall into an even greater shock....

The clueless bimbo forgot about Steve standing behind her in her attempts to remove her shorts and pushed her ass further back, trapping his bulge between her buttocks. 2 giant spheres of perfect fat-to-muscle ratio began to smother the potbellied freak's swollen hard-on. Her layer of subcutaneous fat perfectly enveloped his dick, creating a sucking effect.

Sam: "Mmmm... Krhhhhhhh.... I can't get it off...".

Muttering these words to herself she began to shake her buttocks even harder in an attempt to pull her shorts down. Quickening the pace of the buttjob. Each time she tensed one cheek or the other his shaft crumpled her ass like he was in a massage parlor. Steve stood there sweating like a real pig, in an effort to prolong his pleasure he held back his orgasm as best he could, but Sam's subsequent final act was able to make him orgasm right between her buttocks!

Sam felt the shorts give in and engulfing them with her hands pulled them down, tugging her GIGABUTT even harder, pinning Steve against one of the lockers. Overjoyed, this bimbo started twerking even harder, pushing his boner even deeper, right up to her throbbing anus. Feeling the throbbing soft ring encircling the edge of his virgin dick Steve made a disgusted face and stuck out his tongue in pleasure. He was cumming from the buttjob of the assiest bitch he'd ever seen. Standing there convulsing he orgasmed like a piglet, and the rippling of Sam's asshole and the throbbing of her sphincter teased and lured out more nasty tadpoles....

Eventually Stephen's orgasm ended, Sam quite accidentally at that very moment eased her buttocks and straightened up, releasing his already wet bulge from the suffocating grip of her meaty basketballs. Luckily for Stephen Sam's huge buttocks were pressed so tightly together that they didn't release the old man's cum, keeping a portion of sperm right at her anus. This helped him avoid uncomfortable questions and move on to further action...