William was smiling dopily underneath his tongue scarf, his eyes half-lidded as his whole body shuddered periodically in bliss. He felt as if he had gone to heaven and settled down on Cloud Nine because that's what he thought was a more realistic scenario than meeting the Alluring Leviathan. He wanted to say more, perhaps wish his idol good luck as the new world champion, maybe promise her he'd be there for her next bout despite his saving being non-existent now. But even if he had mustered up the courage to spit something out, it would have been drowned out by her manager's throat clearing.
"Ahem! I do hate to bog this excursion down with legalities, but we didn't come here just for an autograph." The short Soroark explained after a fit of wet hacking. He walked over to the front of the limousine to bring out a sizeable thick stack of papers from the front passenger seat. "Utterly painless, I assure you."
Shoshana lifted her shades, looking down at her Zoroark manager in mild disbelief. "Oh Arceus, Gene..." The scene would have been comical if there wasn't the undercurrent of inevitable tragedy to it. "I thought I told you that wasn't necessary."
The short Zoroark turned around with surprising confidence. "Ms. Glassfall, with all the respect that is due, you are in no position to make that judgment." To see the short fox getting in his client's face (figuratively speaking) and telling her to shut up was like seeing an ant try to frighten off a cow. "And I won't let this Greninja railroad you into a corner with frivolous lawsuits."
"L-lawsuits?!" William was quickly roused from his ecstatic stupor and found himself in a cold sweat.
"Oh yes, and I'm here to deliver you mine." The Zoroark pushed the stack of papers into William's good arm. "My client, Shoshana Glassfall, has experienced severe emotional anguish from your injuries and is in a position to sue you for psychological damages upwards of twenty million dollars. Of course, this can all be avoided if you just sign this non-disclosure agreement denying any such events happened."
Shoshana, normally so cool and composed, looked weary-eyed as she palmed her chubby face. "Uh...uh, sure. Yeah, I'll sign. I wasn't going to sue in the first place, but..." Eugene cut him off by pushing a pen into his mouth forcefully. The frog narrowed his eyes at the illusion fox. Now that was just dickish. Reluctantly, he maneuvered the pen past his tongue scarf to sign his name on the dotted line. He spat the writing instrument out gave the legal documents back. "So...I'm not getting sued?"
"Not for emotional distress, at least." The manager put the stack of papers back in the front seat, only to come back and remove a thinner assortment from his grey coat. "You ARE however getting sued over your breach of contract. You posted online several photos of yourself at the hospital recovering from your injuries, explicitly stating you got them from my client's title bout."
"Of course I did!" William protested. "That had to be one of the best days of my whole life, I felt lucky to have been there! Of course, I was going to share some photos!"
With a sigh, Shoshana shifted her bulk around in her carriage so she could swing one leg and then the other down to the ground. Then she stood up, not only towering over her manager but looming over him with her mountain of belly fat looking ready to avalanche all over the two. "Gene." She said slowly. "Put that away, apologize to Mr. Tipton, and get back in the car. Please."
"Ms. G-Glassfall." He stuttered, trying to still be cool underneath his client's shadow. "Understand that I am acting in your best interests."
"The only thing I have done to him," she said, her voice slow but holding back a flood of rage, "is show my appreciation for his support. I cherish all my fans, that is how generous I am. But to my enemies-" And like a viper, her hand darted out and grabbed the Zoroark, her speed, and agility shocking to anyone unfamiliar with how counter-intuitively athletic giantesses are.
"Here's a trick I used in the junior circuits. The crowd always loved it." With one hand she grabbed her manager by both arms, and with the other, she grabbed both legs. Then she looped the Zoroark across the front of her belly, stretching him taut until he uttered a shriek of pain. An old trick in giantess-on-normie matches, a crowd favorite, but Shoshana had her twist on it.
Jumping up a few feet into the air, she belly-flopped onto William's lawn, with Eugene crushed under hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of fat. Shoshana had enough practice and experience to know how to deliver just enough force to be as punishing as possible without killing the poor thing outright, but it looked like both would need casts for a while.
When Shoshana stood up, she found her manager driven into the very soil, his body sinking a few inches deeper than the crater the champ's belly had made. He was breathing, gasping short, ragged breaths, but he wasn't going to speak or move anytime soon. "Consider that your pink slip, Gene." She smirked, before turning her gaze over to the Greninja. "Sorry 'bout busting up your lawn. Those lawyer types get on my nerves fast, and he's sued people for less before."
"N-no worries." William smiled, blushing. That ecstatic stupor has returned to him in full force. Not only did he get to see Shoshana do one of her old fashioned wrestling moves, but she also saved him from the evils of lawyers! It was like something out of a fairy tale...well, if the princess was a prince and the hero was a sumo giantess. Okay, nothing like a fairy tale, but it still felt all so magical. "...hey, do you need a new manager now?"
Shoshana breathed out a heavy sigh that almost threatened to blow him over. "Yeah, I guess. They're a dime a dozen. But it's a total hassle, trying to get a good deal, having to put up with all their entitled attitudes..." she looked down at her little fan and saw that the more she talked, the wider his smile got. She smiled back. "Why you ask? Know anyone who could all this Snorlax?"
"Me!" William almost shouted, catching the Snorlax by surprise. "I mean, uh, I-I work for a talent agency that oversees the affairs of people in the music business. I'm n-not a manager myself and we've never had a wrestler for a client, but..." the Greninja tried to cover his face with his tongue scarf. Arceus, he was blowing it! Why did he even bring that up?! Now she probably thinks that he's some sort of desperate creep or...or...!
Shoshana couldn't take it anymore. After holding it in for so long, she burst out in a fit of giggles that forced William out from his self-depreciation. "Hahaha! Oh Arceus, you...you're just adorable!" The fat Snorlax bent down and cupped the small froggy into her paws, raising him high into the air before talking to him again. "Alright Willy, I'm sold. Let's get this squared away. Where do ya work?"
"Uh...306 Wagstaff Street." The Greninja blinked. Was she being serious, or could this all be a big joke? "You know...they probably won't take you on. L-like I said they mostly stick to people in music, and even if they did, I'm just an accountant."
"I can be very persuasive." Was all she said on that matter before she dropped William into her monumental bosom. She began walking down the street, having forgotten about her carriage. Without Eugene to drive it, it was nothing more than a waste of space to her. "Now...do you know how I got so big, Willy?"
William gasped as he found his body suddenly swallowed up to his armpits in soft, quivering breast flab, where the top of his head grazed Shoshana's chubby chin. The cast on his right arm began to chafe as the rest of his body broke out in a sweat. It was warm, he could hear her heartbeat, exhale and inhale. "U-uh..." he stuttered, struggling to crane his neck to meet her gaze. "You got big by, er...eating, Ms. Shoshana..."
"That's right, Willy." The Snorlax beamed down at him with a toothy smile. "Good Ol' fashioned gluttony, nothing more. Most of my managers in the past, they knew that too. But for some strange reason...they didn't want me to go all out. Said that they were scared of me getting 'too big'. You, however...you don't look like you know what 'too big' means." She didn’t go out of her way to knock over any of the other pedestrians on the sidewalk. It just happened naturally. With her ass spanning most of the sidewalk she simply bowled over anyone who couldn’t get out of the way fast enough, and while crossing one street she hip-checked a car, actually turning it 90 degrees and denting a door, just because it had crept into the crosswalk.
"Haha...I guess you got a point there!" William blushed and would have tried to hide it if his good arm wasn't enveloped in plush boob fat. "I mean, I spent almost my whole savings on seeing your fight, got my arm nearly knocked off during it, and I don't regret any of it. I guess I..."
"Like big girls?" She finished for him. "I could tell, Willy. Now, with that in mind...I do have one teensy tiny itty bitty rule."
Shoshana twisted the frog in her breasts around, not too quickly but still forcefully. He looked up and saw her smile has taken on a more serious, almost threatening tone. "Never tell me I can't eat...got it?"
"O-of course, Shoshana!" He agreed, perhaps a little too eagerly. Satisfied with this response, she turned him around again, casually making her way to...
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