Caption Pic: Masha's Crushing Opponent (Patreon)

I mentioned it here and there, but here's what I'm thinking as an excuse to get back into captioning pics. I worked with Hellbridge who generate some AI art based on their own pics. I've built stories off their pics plenty of times before so whipped this one up this morning based on their input. I liked the confident pose but the hearts in Masha's eyes. I threw together an opponent for her to get a fighter crush on. Got some more Hellbridge stuff in the works too, but this felt like a quick fun look into a wavering fighter's mind.

“Introducing first! Measuring in at 6 foot 3 inches and weighing in at 535 lbs with L cup breasts! Representing Russia and the current European champion! The polar doll herself, Masha ‘Cannon Balls’ Nikolayevaaaa!”

The crowd bursts into cheers before the announcers can even get to her name. The gorgeous and powerful polar bear is a celebrity, even compared to her fellow titboxers. She enters the ring completely nude besides her crimson gloves and boots. Her thick muscles and huge, heavy breasts bounce as she moves to the ring and pushes her way between the ropes. She flexes proudly for the crowd, her bulging body oiled up for the match. Her sculpted hips shift her weight, showing her thin-furred, blue-lipped pussy and comically petite stub of a tail.

“And her opponent! Measuring at 6 foot 4 inches and weighing in at 570 lbs with M cup breasts. Hailing from Dublin, Ireland, it’s Deirdre ‘Hamfisted’ Sullivan!”

Masha eyed her opponent as she came to the ring. It was the first time she’d faced this opponent, but she had been making quite a stir in the league since her debut. She was a wall of thick muscle, broad and brutal compared to Masha’s more defined and sculpted form. More rugged with a notable scar on one cheek that didn’t take away from her beauty. It gave Deirdre the feel of more of a warrior than a boxer. Masha had to blink that idea away. She was built more like a weightlifter compared to Masha’s bodybuilder.

Sullivan reached the ring and shook out her very long and silky brown hair across her freckled, pale pink shoulders. She raised bright yellow gloves to flex her dense, thick muscles for the crowd, but they were so tightly packed that they barely swelled when she flexed. Her breasts too were firm with pectoral muscle swelling behind them, with thick dark nipples perking up at their peaks.

It took Masha a moment to realize she was distracted. She caught herself staring at the brutish but beautiful build of her opponent. Deirdre wasn’t that much bigger than she was, but her bulk was so unlike her own. On top of everything, Masha had always had an unspoken soft spot for pigs. Something about their dirty reputation and normally squishy build… but there was little softness to Deirdre before her warm eyes and friendly smile. The powerhouse pig was easy on the eyes to be sure. Masha wouldn’t mind going body to body with her, and even if Deirdre ended up on top of her at the end of their fight, she wouldn’t mind. Maybe they could even spend some time backstage after…

Masha shook her head, trying to abandon the dirty thoughts. Her pussy pulsed with excitement and her nipples fattened to match in the midst of her wide blue areolas. Deirdre met her eyes and smiled wider. Did she know?! Was she having the same thoughts about the big bear?! Would she be able to overcome her lusty urges long enough to win this fight against the heavy hog, or give in to her urges and feel those thick, powerful limbs beat her into paingasm after paingasm, her pussy and nipples squirting in horny submission to the powerful newcomer?

Masha swallowed and put on her bravest face. She struck a confident pose, raising and flexing one gloved arm so that her bicep glistened against the spotlight. Deirdre raised an eyebrow and gave her a respecting nod.

“Lookin’ gorgeous, lass,” the pig praised her.

She thumped her gloves together, making her dense muscles swell even thicker and her firm breasts wobble like the fleshy tank she was. It all made Masha’s heart skip a beat. She hoped that the muscle pig couldn’t see the hearts forming in her eyes as her daydreams reawakened.

“Now let’s see if those show-muscles are as strong as they are pretty, aye?”