Whenever Ursa stepped onto the mat with an opponent, the match almost always went in her favor. At 6'8" and 400 pounds, she had few equals in the collegiate wrestling circuit in terms of sheer physical power—and that didn't even factor in her years of experience. The only time she ever had any doubts about her odds was when she faced off against Jordana Oliviera.

At first, today's match seemed no different. As the whistle blew and the two giant girls began to wrestle, it was like an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. For several seconds, it almost looked like neither of them were moving at all. Then, all at once, the Brazilian titan seemed to gain the upper hand—pushing her Siberian amazon rival back onto the mat and nearly pinning her right then and there. 

"There you go," said Jordana, already unable to keep from gloating. "Just sit back and take it." Leaning down to put her face right next to Ursa's ear, she dropped her voice to a breathy whisper. "Your little buddy's mine now." 

Listening in from his perch between the 6'11" senior's colossal cheeks, Max shuddered. If the barrage of heat, pressure, sweat and farts he'd endured since Jordana had ass-napped him was any indication, he had no interest in going home with her—and did his best to express that disapproval with a fresh burst of frantic struggling against the crushing confines of her rump. 

"Oooh," chuckled Jordana. "Seems like he likes the sound of that, too. Should I reward him with another fart?"

"Save your breath," grunted Ursa, still trying to avoid getting pinned. "You will need it when you have my ass on your face."

Jordana bit her lip. "I'm gonna take that as a yes." 

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As the Brazilian titan let loose a silent-but-deadly fart into her three-inch captor's tiny face, Ursa got another torturous reminder of everything she'd failed to protect her friend from. If she wanted to atone for her mistake and save Max from a life of inescapable torment as Jordana's new toy, she knew it would be now or never. Taking a deep breath in and summoning every ounce of energy at her disposal, she threw herself up against her rival with renewed determination. "The only one who farts on him... is me!"

With a sudden, unexpected surge of energy, the Siberian amazon sent her opponent flying backward onto the mat—and before Jordana had time to recover, Ursa was moving to press her advantage. Burying the cocky wrestler's face between her cheeks like a Sybian, she then proceeded to give the Brazilian titan a taste of her own medicine.

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With her whole head caught between Ursa's cheeks, Jordana had no choice but to sit there and take her rival's barrage of protein shake farts. After spending most of her life surrounded by similarly big, gassy women, she had a higher tolerance for this kind of treatment than most—but even she had to acknowledge that the Siberian amazon's gas was no joke. It had been a while since she'd been on the receiving end of this kind of move.

"Gah," she gagged, pushing herself back up and forcing her hulking opponent off of her, "that reeks!"

"Spasiba," said Ursa, smiling. "I made myself."

Now visibly shaken, the 6'11" senior lunged for the 6'8" sophomore again—only to realize she'd set herself up to get caught in yet another humiliating pin. With an impressive split-second head fake, Ursa managed to trap her rival's head squarely between her legs, pressing her face right up against her big, sweaty crotch. While she'd never thought of Jordana in anything like sexual terms, it was hard to ignore how nice the sudden presence of her nose against her clit felt. Still, it wasn't enough to throw her off her game. At this point, all she cared about was winning—not just for Ventus, but for Max.

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With another humiliating fart, the Siberian amazon filled her opponent's lungs with more protein shake fumes—noticeably slowing her struggles beneath her.

"Oh," cooed Ursa, "what is matter? Is too much for you?"

"S-shut up," groaned Jordana, just barely managing to free herself before attempting to grapple her rival back into submission. 

When the Brazilian titan lunged again, she got a much more workable hold on her opponent. While Ursa was big, Jordana was bigger—and she wasted no time overpowering the Russian senior. Pressing her rival's face between her considerable cleavage and slamming them both back down onto the mat, she chuckled with a mix of triumph and relief. "Give up now," she whispered, grinning, "or I'm turning your little friend into a post-game snack."

Imagining Jordana acting on this threat, Ursa hesitated just long enough to get pinned to the ground again—nearly long enough to lose the whole match. When she finally pushed back and glanced at the stands, every Ventus face in the crowd looked deeply uncertain. She wasn't used to being the smaller competitor on the mat, and fighting in those terms hadn't ever been her strong suit. Still, she knew that any path to victory from here would start with accepting that—and refusing to let her rival get any further into her head.

"Uh oh," said Jordana, gloating again. "You running out of gas?"

"We have met, no?" Ursa grunted. "I am never out of gas."

As Jordana started thinking of some kind of response, Ursa used this moment of divided attention to counterattack—slipping free of her rival's grasp and setting herself up for a potentially game-winning suplex. Then, grabbing Jordana's considerable hips with both hands, she rolled back and slammed her into the mat before resuming her place on top, reuniting the Brazilian titan's face with her rump just in time for another big, juicy fart. 

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While this was happening, Max felt like he was trapped in a washing machine—which was, in turn, trapped in a broken septic system. Buffeted in every direction whenever the two wrestlers traded places, surrounded by competing bouquets of stink, he had little idea of which way was up or down anymore—although the fact that the smell of Ursa's farts was increasingly crowding out the smell of his captor's ass seemed like a good sign. 

Feeling Jordana's struggles finally cease beneath her, Ursa looked over at the time clock just in time to see that she'd won. As the crowd got on the same page, the whole wrestling room erupted in applause.

"Ventus, two," barked the referee, "LMU, one!"

"That is more like it," said Ursa, stepping off her still-panting rival, unceremoniously rolling her over and sticking a hand down the back of her leotard. "I will be taking this now."

To everyone watching, it seemed like the Siberian amazon had just played some kind of strange, kinky prank on her opponent. In truth, she'd just managed to scoop her shrunken friend out of Jordana's ass and subtly slip him back down into her cleavage without giving anything away to the rest of the room. Back in the comforting embrace of his giant guardian's boobs, Max breathed a resounding sigh of relief. While he didn't seem to be any closer to getting back to normal, he'd clearly just avoided another far worse fate than a few more days with Ursa.

"Out-fucking-standing, Ruski," said Paula, hurrying over and clapping her star wrestler on the back. "That's what I'm talking about!"

"Great shit, dude," said Min, grinning from ear to ear. "Really great shit."

Still sitting on the bench, clearly unsure whether she had the familiarity to offer any serious congratulations at a moment like this, Daisy gave Ursa a slightly nervous thumbs up before glancing down at the mat. Following the giant shut-in's gaze, the Siberian amazon turned to find her opponent finally stumbling to her feet with the help of her teammates. 

"Good game," said Ursa, extending her hand toward Jordana.

"Yeah, yeah," said Jordana, accepting her rival's offer to shake. "It's not like I even wanted that guy anyway."

"Guy?" Paula raised an eyebrow. "Hard to image you two fighting over a boy."

"Is inside joke," said Ursa, shooting a wink at Jordana. "Long story."

"Yeah," said Jordana, smirking. "What she said."

*

Following a medal ceremony, a few commemorative photos and a quick team debrief in the locker rooms, the six amazons were dismissed. From there, after a few goodbyes, Jordana, Ariadne and Brenda headed off to grab dinner and gear up for the bus ride back to Storm Valley, Daisy headed back to the Loser House, and Ursa and Min headed back to House Diana. By now, almost 5:00 on a Sunday, the whole of Ventus was already gearing up for one more night of partying before the school week started again—Ursa's neighbor included.

"So," said Min, playfully hip-checking her teammate as they strolled down the hallway toward their rooms. "You wanna come over and celebrate?"

"Da," said Ursa, adjusting her bra. "But I need moment alone with Max, first."

"Suit yourself." Min smiled. "...Maybe I'll come check on you in a bit?"

"Maybe you do," said Ursa, smiling back. "This sounds good."

"Cool," said Min, planting a quick kiss on her Russian playmate's cheek. "See ya."

A second later, behind Ursa's door and two locks, the Siberian amazon and her shrunken friend were finally alone—and when she peeled him out of her cleavage, they shared a laugh at the sheer surreality of the day's events.

"Hey," said Ursa, blushing a little. "I am sorry, for today."

"What for?" Max shrugged. "I'm pretty sure you just saved my life."

"Only because I was not careful with you in first place." Ursa scowled. "This will never happen again. I..." Again, she blushed. "I care for you. I want keep protecting you."

"I care for you to," said Max, feeling his own face getting similarly hot. "I'd love that. I-"

Before Max could say more, he was immersed in a more disorienting experience than anything he'd gone through in the past two days combined—pressed against the Siberian amazon's big, full lips for an absolutely massive kiss. As a certified kissless virgin up until this moment — not counting the several hours he'd spent being a third wheel to Ursa and Min's hookup last night — it was a little hard to determine the exact style of this kiss. Was it lusty? Affectionate? Right now, all he knew was it was big—and as she drew him away, he couldn't help a single word from escaping his mouth. "Again..."

Ursa grinned. "You are funny, Max. I like you, very much."

Now beet red, Max grinned back. "I like you very much, too." 

As Ursa opened her mouth to say something else, there was a knock on her door.