Oh My Goddesses!

A workout session was in the agenda of Sig today, and she decided to visit the AFW gym to do just that. There was barely anyone inside when she arrived, so she decided to just get some exercise done and probably head out for a shower afterwards. Her matches had been getting increasingly tougher and more demanding on her body as of late. Some of the wrestlers she had met on the ring were so powerful that she sometimes struggled to just keep going. It's been a hell lot of fun since she came here, though, but it seemed like she need to toughen herself up as well to keep up. The last thing she wanted would be to get a bad injury that'd force her out of action for a while.

The lithe blonde was using one of the weight machines when a few more people arrived to the place. She wasn't exactly paying attention to her surroundings as she's focusing herself on her training, but came break time and she couldn't help but to look around to see whether there was a colleague she had met before or not. Some of the excitements she had in her AFW career had happened in the gym after all, so that was always an incentive for Sig to train here from time to time instead of doing it a more private place.

Dressed simply in a white sports bra, black training shorts, and her hair arranged in the usual side pony tail side, Sig might not stand out among the other wrestlers that was in the gym, particularly due to her relatively smaller size. Not that she really cared, though. Her figure might be small, but they're also packed with muscles. Most people probably didn't expect her to last for as long as she did in most of her fights. The results aside, her endurance was probably among the reason she had made a bit of name of herself in this league.

Sitting on the bench and taking some water, Sig could feel herself getting sweaty from the workout. It might be cold outside, but a couple of minutes of exercise was always enough to warm your body. She's far from done, though. The blonde got up from the bench and decided to do a bit more of stretching before she continued with a heavier workout. Her toned abs were flexing nicely for a little display to those who paid attention her way.

The way the gym doors opened looked too humble for the six foot she-goddesses who walked through, their footsteps too soft for the carpeted floor. The gym was already pretty quiet due to the low attendance but for a brief moment, one could hear toothpick drop and imagine themselves as the little wooden stick being crushed underneath.

One was dressed in short shorts and a black latex-like training bra that left little to the imagination concerning what they hid. Her raw muscles were a slightly creamy white and yet appeared raw and rough, just like her aggressive and hungry smile. Her arms would be the envy of many men and there was no doubt they oustripped the majority of the women there. It was not lumpy, bulging muscle but sharpened and condensed yet something about her feral gait was almost beastly.

The other dressed in a very tight x-shaped top and a tighter thong, looking too racy for such a place. Yet by her gallant and powerful stance and headstrong glare, nobody would have the guts to even scoff at her. She was the taller of the two, beating out her friend by two inches and quite a bit more pounds in terms of visible muscle mass. With her wild red hair and the way her stride made her leg muscles gleam, she looked to be showing off yet at the same time, ignoring the lowly commoners around her.

With the world seemingly muting them out, the two conversed about themselves with the casual ease of longtime friends; the smaller one bright and enthusiastic and the haughty giantess stern yet seductive. As they walked to the bench, they looked down to see a young but wonderous specimen; a mere girl compared to the paragons of female strength before her. They walked past her, looking down over their shoulders with welcoming smiles. A little too welcoming perhaps; Aniek's eyes and Radmilla's both crossed over her abs.

Abs they knew weren't just flexing to stretch. As Radmilla set down their bags, Aniek walked in front of her and raised her arms. Taking in a slow breath, her toned tummy turned from supermodel fare to a veritable wall of bumpy hills, a shield that could take blows as well as it could crush those who would dare. Little shadows danced across the slopes at the edge of her rising musculature and even under her gregarious breasts the toning there looked sharp and impeccably strong.

"You're a bit under-developed to be showing off~" Aniek teased, continuing to stretch as surprised eyes gazed their way. Radmilla crossed her arms under her titanic chest and took to her side, looking down on Sig with inspecting and unreadable eyes. "Anice layer of compact muscle but your definition is a bit soft; I don't think most of these girls would take one of your weight range so seriously... but I can respect one proud of her body. Aniek Rietveld, my friend Radmilla... care to talk more on a mat~?"

Sig was a bit startled by the voice that addressed her and paused her workout to see who it was, considering there's barely a soul in this gym when she started. Her eyes blinked at the sight in front of her, an amazon, a stunning one on top of that. The woman looked like she was twice her size, if not more. Even more stunning was that there was another one arriving next to her with a slightly larger build. They looked divine together, and Sig found herself staring at both titan-like figures for a bit before she realized that they had introduced herself.

"Ah... umm.. Sig," she blurted afterwards while sitting up, her cheeks blushed slightly. "I mean, call me Sig..."

Wow. The blonde's mind was filled with awe in the presence of the two giantesses. She had seen a lot of tall women before, but even then those with postures such as these two were pretty rare. She remembered seeing one of them, if not both, in some matches a while back, but seeing both Aniek and Radmilla up close and personal like this, and at the same time on top of that, was more than enough to shake her mentally. It almost felt like she had shrunk or something in front of these two.

"On a mat...?" she responded to the last part of their talk curiously. "You couldn't mean..."

To tussle around with those giantesses... Sig could feel her cheeks and body getting a bit warmer just from the idea. If she recalled it right, these two specialized in a unique style that focused on pressing and grinding. How she'd love to be trapped between them like a sausage on a hotdog! The only question would be whether she'd be flattened out for real or not. Those bodies were fleshes in appearance, sure, but the insides... they might be enough to crush a lithe figure like her literally.

And yet she couldn't help but to be excited at the thought.

"Wrestle with us-"

Aniek's elbow smacked Radmilla's side with an audible thud. For a younger woman it might have her reeling but it was about enough to get the Czech giantess to quiet.

"Practice, she meant. C'mon, you don't mean to tell me you've never tested those abs right?" Aniek giggled and poked her in the tummy. Radmilla huffed and moved to the mats, grabbing two extras to increase the surface area available. On her knees yet by no means looking less imposing, Radmilla motioned for the two to join them. Aniek would swish her butt teasingly at the younger woman before taking a spot on a side of the mats, waiting for Sig to work up the confidence to join them.

When the German came closer, Aniek would crawl forward on all fours, motioning for her to get low to the mat. Aniek would begin to remove her top and her shorts, leaving her in a tight black bikini. She would then slowly raise her hands towards her to wait for her to do the same. It was a little test of strength at first, a familiar position for any wrestler. However Aniek, being the scholarly teacher she was, had a few questions.

"I've never seen your face around but I assume you're not much of a mat wrestler?" She asked, her muscles unflexed. She would still be able to hold most lightweights at bay unless a particularly built one started putting more power into it. "I've practiced with a few around your size range before; pinning matches, submissions, technique that would be too technical for most... so, have you experience in this field?"

Radmilla's stone eyes would watch the two quickly, seemingly gazing through Aniek's light green hair. No doubt she wasn't one to talk much. Aniek in the meantime would attempt to power through, holding back partially, but her breasts would begin to squish against Sig's, her belly lightly slipping over her's.

"Well, I..." Sig wasn't sure why she hesitated to take the offer to wrestle with the two giantesses who were seemingly friendly enough despite their intimidating posture. "I mean, much obliged," she gave a little nervous smile and stood up, her head just reached the breasts level of the two women, something that made her blushed a bit more.

She followed Aniek and Radmilla to the mat, her eyes shifting back and forth between the two as if she's comparing their divine looking figures. The blonde had to say she couldn't decide whose was better, though. They were all stunning in their own way. Radmilla's was more built while Aniek's seemed to be more feminine, regardless of her stature. Indeed, it seemed like an odd mixture, a tall, muscular body that's still giving such a feminine presence, but it's there in front of her eyes. Sig gulped as she watched Aniek removing her clothes to reveal her bikini set.

"Ah, it's true that I got more ring matches," she answered. "But I've done matches on various places, from mat to bed, heh~"

As she regained composure and felt more at ease, Sig raised her arms to engage Aniek in the lockup with little hesitation despite their size difference. Without a doubt the woman in front of her could just use one of her hands and she'd still be overpowered, but Sig always liked it when the odds were overwhelming her. She pushed, not really giving it her all, but would gradually put more power just to try holding off Aniek.

"Nnngggghh..."

It didn't take too long before she was pushed back, to the point her breasts were pressed against the woman's. She let out a soft moan, but would flex the muscles in her belly as she felt Aniek's brushing hers. It might not amount too much compared to either amazon, but Sig was actually quite proud of her compact body and didn't mind to show it to other given the chance.

"She knows her manners. Rare." Radmilla commented. It was hard to tell if she was impatient or usually sounded so dominant and assertive. She was however, watching Sig carefully and not just her body. The way her hungry eyes travelled over both their bodies made her smirk; she knew that this girl had fine taste... and likely not just in terms of looks. However whereas she might normally flex for the reactions she knew she'd get, Radmilla continued her regal pose. She didn't want to distract her after all~

Radmilla had been watching her too and she could tell that tight young body would mesh well onto her's.

"Ring matches were new to us; it wasn't until a year and a half we acquired wrestling rings in my old wrestling productions group." Aniek was clearly going easy on her but it was clear she could use her as a toy if she wished. Moving up against her, her breasts thick and heavy, smushed against Sig's torso but squished as she pushed back. It was fairly normal at first, not particularly suggestive, but it was when core met core that she knew Sig's intentions were less than pure.

Aniek's specialty was using her belly on her opponent's but she hadn't intended to grind this girl. Yet it was when her belly first skimmed the blonde's that she felt it. At first it was the moan, almost like an exhale, but soft and almost embarrassed, followed by a sudden flex. The expanding muscles flattened the outer layer of her tummy and her eyes narrowed for a moment.

Swiping to the side, she would power through her grip and bring her shoulders down to the mat. Rather than body pinning her, Radmilla would sing her legs over, holding onto one arm before her body pressed down on Sig's torso. The cross body pin was completed when her strong thighs captured Sigs while she began a mock chickenwing armlock, not actually bending her arm.

"I don't think you're much of a submission wrestler." Aniek noted. Radmilla on the meantime watched Sig's tummy carefullly. Very, very carefully.

"I see... so you must be an expert in this area then..." Sig noted as she heard what Aniek said.

Aniek was taking it easy, Sig could tell, but she didn't mind either since it's just a spar. When the woman started to put more effort into the lockup, though, it only resulted in her lithe form being dragged down in no time. She tried to struggle, but Aniek was pretty quick with the follow up, pinning her down with her larger body, before seizing her arm with a loose hold. Sig had to say she was more surprised that someone as big as Aniek could move that quickly.

"Uhh... I-I could have done better if you're my size...!" she argued, while squirming under the woman, trying to pull her caught arm and push her off before she decided to wrench her arm for real or something.

Even without her doing so, Aniek probably could just keep her grounded like this for as long as she liked using the help of gravity alone. Sig could squirm and flex her muscles all she liked, but ultimately Aniek would still be the one in charge. Obviously, she didn't mind that too much. If anything, pointless struggle was always one of the things that turned her on...

"Promoters aren't so nice." Aniek said, casually rolling off of her. She noticed Radmilla having crept a bit closer and rolled her eyes. It wasn't that she didn't like what her friend on her mind; just that it seemed a little too early for that. Aniek pulled up the slightly out of breath wrestler up and patted her on the shoulder. "You're well built for a youngster... but I take it you need more assurance than a six pack. Mat matches aren't too common here but the skills we learned are useful in any ground tussle."

Aniek placed her hands on her sides and pushed out her breasts and chests. Radmilla seemed to notice and yawned, letting her seemingly impenetrable abs soften before her inhales turned them into a veritable wall. She looked and smirked at Sig but continued her silent watch. Laying down on her side, legs crossed over one another, her waiting hand almost seemed to suggest she wanted Sig to be at her side.

"Say, why don't I let you take the lead?" Aniek asked, pulling her hair back. "It wouldn't be fair if I ragdolled you for an hour. Care to show me what that tight body of yours can do~?" She asked, offering a grab.

If she took, Aniek would resist but not enough to render her incapable of landing a submission. All the while Radmilla smiled more, waiting to see what the German could do.

"Well I won't min-" Sig blurted in response to what Aniek said about ragdolling her for an hour. "Err, I mean, alright!"

It felt like her cheeks were blushing the entire time, judging from how warm her face seemed to be. Aniek wouldn't be the first person to ever toy around with her, but Sig felt a different sensation compared to her previous experiences. A quick glance towards Radmilla made her gulped again. How would it felt to be cuddled by the redhead? Right now, however, was still Aniek's turn, and it'd be rude for her to ignore the woman.

She engaged the green haired amazon in another lockup. It didn't seem like Aniek was going to play tricks on her even if she gave her a bit of resistance, so Sig decided to just lean forward as much as she could, trying to press her whole front on Aniek's before flexing her muscles. As silly as it might look, it's the only thing she could do at the moment.

"Nnngggg..."

"Oh my~" Aniek's clear and friendly voice took a sultry turn as the abs she'd gotten a taste of now gave her the full treatment. Aniek was caught off guard at first, her tummy tingling and shaking as the surprisingly hard abs of Sig made their move. Even Radmilla's eyebrow raised; that was unexpected and foolish of her friend. If it was me, I would have crushed her into submissiveness she thought as Aniek fell back.

Aniek panted and her belly expanded out as her muscles began to slowly rise, rubbing up against Sig's and ensuing that the slightest rub would be over a gravel-rough surface. She held her hands tightly yet remained on the bottom, refusing to fully flex. Sig had genuinely surprised her but a part of her wanted to both see and feel more. It wasn't often a younger woman showed herself as loving of the grind as the A.P. heavyweights.

"Are you going to let her stay unsatisfied? Take command Sig." Radmilla commanded, clearly disappointed with her performance.