Rocío was a plump woman around forty. She had curly black hair, dark eyes, a round nose, and full, sensual lips. Despite being slightly overweight, his features retained a certain beauty that took years away from him. They had separated two years ago and had not had sex since then. The men she knew took her as a friend, but were never interested in her. Therefore, he decided to join a gym and start aerobics classes to get in shape and see if he could change the situation.
Marisa was almost the same age and had also not had sex for two years. She had matted brown hair, light eyes, and a pair of full lips that seemed to be smiling permanently. Frustrated by being friends with every man she met, she joined the same gym and began attending weekly.
Both Rocío and Marisa were heterosexual and had never had fantasies about another woman. Both the instructor and most of the students had figures that they both envied and seemed not to suffer the punishment of the arduous training. To make matters worse, both one and the other noticed the sarcastic looks, as if mocking their extra pounds. Although the teacher encouraged them and had personalized each one, they felt that they were left aside when they proposed having a girls' meeting. And to make matters worse, there was an unspoken tension when their gazes met through the mirror.
Their bodies were similar, with wide hips, thick thighs, and opulent breasts that were held upright by the pressure of their reinforced bras. They both wore sneakers and white socks, dark leggings and tights. Blue for Rocío and green for Marisa. Neither could explain the reason for such aversion, but every time they noticed the other's arrival, their faces took on a sour expression.
That autumn Friday Rocío had had a bad day at the office and needed to release tension. For this reason, he was trying harder than ever with the spinning exercises when he noticed the arrival of Marisa, who apologized for being late and gave a general greeting to settle in a corner and join the rest of the class.
That exercise was followed by some stretching, sit-ups, and glute routines. By the time class was over, the two buxom women were drenched in sweat and almost drowning.
Rocío bought a drink to hydrate herself and made time to take a shower alone, without anyone watching her when she undressed. She felt shy about showing her naked body. Little by little the girls left and, when the teacher greeted her and wished her a good weekend, she realized that she was the last one and entered the locker room.
He opened his locker and was surprised by Marisa's entrance. He gave him a look full of annoyance, which was returned with the same bad temper.
_What are you looking at? You like me? _Rocío provoked her, already tired of her presence.
_You are the one who looks at me all the time, moron. _Marisa responded, in a bad way.
_Calm down, stupid. _he warned through clenched teeth.
_Calm down, you idiot. _replied in the same way.
Rocío stepped forward with a defiant attitude and Marisa did the same.
_Shut up your hole, damn. _hiss.
_Close it, motherfucker.
In response, Rocío gave him a slap that made him turn his face and left scars on his fingers. Furious, Marisa returned it with the same result and they both grabbed each other's hair with both hands, pulling with all their strength, while insulting each other, completely furious.
The brown-haired woman let go of one of her hands and delivered a resounding slap, which was soon met with a response and both of them engaged in a violent exchange of slaps and hair-pulling as they staggered from one side of the locker room to the other, hitting each other with their hands. cold metal lockers.
Rocío lost her balance and grabbed her rival's neckline in an attempt to avoid falling, but she couldn't avoid it and the leotard tore, leaving the black bra exposed, which could barely contain Marisa's immense breasts.
When she felt the lycra tearing, she exploded with anger and began to pull at her enemy's garment, while both of them rolled on the floor, with their legs tangled, while with one hand they resumed pulling her hair and with the other they tore their clothes.
_Motherfucker! You're going to pay me for the mesh, mare! _the black-haired woman protested as she pulled with all her strength, accompanied by the hiss of the fabric tearing.
Marisa felt a chill when her half-naked back hit the door of one of the cold lockers and, desperate after receiving some slaps, she pushed her rival with her feet, who hit the other row of lockers.
As if moved by a spring, both stood up with sparks in their eyes, with the torn leotards that fell to the height of their waists, revealing their opulent breasts covered by tiny bras. Marisa's is black and Rocío's is blue.
_I'm going to kill you, motherfucker! _the curly-haired woman hissed and placed her nails in a claw position.
_Come, bitch! I'm going to leave you naked, mare! _her rival snapped, imitating her pose and, like her, launching into the attack.
The first blow of both left its mark on the face of each contestant while the other hand searched for the rival's hair to tug vehemently. The violent dance restarted in the silent locker room while both exchanged bloody slaps and scratches that covered their chests and faces.
Marisa's right hand clung to her rival's blue bra and pulled with all her strength to fall sitting on a bench as soon as it broke and released the fat charms of her nemesis, who roared in anger and threw himself against her, falling. both of them to the ground with a great impact, tangled.
Rocío managed to prevail and her belly crushed her opponent's, while her hands carried out all kinds of slaps and scratches, just like her prey, who struggled feverishly, in an attempt to free herself and the contact between their semi-naked bodies began to give them chills. .
The nipples seemed to scratch each other and the breasts crushed and slapped with each movement of each other.
Marisa squeezed the nipples of the black-haired woman, who howled in pain and gritted her teeth before tearing off her bra and equalizing the situation.
Both began a fiery struggle where their bellies joined the feud and pushed each other, while they rolled from one side to the other with their nails digging into the large, erect nipples.
_Let go of me, motherfucker! Marisa screamed when her rival managed to impose herself on top of her.
_Never, bitch! _Rocío howled and none of them stopped twisting the enemy's nipples.
The brown-haired woman arched her back and shook herself, trying to free herself. The touch between their bellies gave them chills and they both narrowed their eyes.
The struggle continued and, finally, after several attempts, Marisa managed to dismount her rival and they resumed the arena from one side to the other, with one hand twisting a nipple and the other delivering bloody slaps that shook their beautiful, marked faces.
The brown-haired woman gained the top position and slapped her a couple of times that made her grunt. Rocío arched her back in a desperate attempt to dismount her and her crotches felt again under the wet lycra, causing them to shudder.
The struggle prolonged the friction between their crotches, one struggling to free itself and the other to maintain its grip. Each one experienced unknown tremors and a tingling of electricity that ran through them. However, the black-haired woman rested the soles of her feet and arched her back even more to dismount her rival, who fell to her side and both rolled as if trying to put distance.
Each one leaned her back against the cold lockers and looked at each other, facing each other, with hatred while each one massaged her sore breasts and silent tears fell down her cheeks.
_I'm going to kill you, you fat bitch! _Rocío hissed with a trembling voice as she stood up.
_Keep dreaming, whore! _Marisa replied, in the same way and they both looked at each other, sweaty, with their tights torn and hanging at waist height. The exposed breasts swayed to the rhythm of their labored breathing and the pink marks left testimony of the scratches that had been lavished. Rocío's brown nipples and Marisa's pink ones were firm and pointed at each other. When they noticed this, the two rivals blushed and shivered.
_I'm sick of you and your sagging tits, you walrose! _the black-haired woman snapped as she shot him a look full of hate.
_Envious pig! Yours will be down! _replied and took a step forward.
_Don't make me laugh, stupid! You have nothing to compare yourself to!
_Do you want to see? The brown-haired woman hissed through her teeth and grabbed her breasts, as if she were weighing them and preparing to face them.
Rocío imitated her and they both approached slowly while still looking hatefully and intimidatingly into each other's eyes. When their perky nipples touched, they both sighed and shuddered and it was the black-haired woman who put her hands on her waist and blurted out:
_No hands, bitch.
_Tit to tit, you walrose.
