The Wrestler Chapter 3

The roar of the crowd was deafening.  Daisy marched out into the arena, my (comparatively) tiny body hanging over her brutish shoulder like a corpse.  My lifeless arms hung loosely, occasionally tapping her massive backside, which was currently exploding out of tight pink boy shorts that looked ready to rip apart.  This woman had been tormenting me for just a day, but it had felt like an entire prison sentence.  She had so far made me kiss her ass and drink her urine, two things I never thought I would be doing in my lifetime.  Her huge size and bad temper had proven too large a hurdle for me, and it’s not like I could call out for help.  I had barely been in Alabama for a cup of coffee, and with no contacts and no real understanding of how anything even worked out here, I was up the creek without a paddle.  If I wanted to make it out of here in one piece, I would just have to play the game.

People chanted Daisy over and over again as she marched out triumphantly to the ring.  Her music boomed loudly in the arena, the bass lines trembling up her fat thighs.  She did a quick pose, leaning towards one side and angling her ass in a way that would block out the sun.  For a larger woman, she was surprisingly toned, not that I was admiring the view or anything.  The crowd roared in approval.  Was everyone here sick?  She continued forward and dropped me into the ring, then climbed up herself.  She grinned at me, her eyes piercing mine.  She pulled out handcuffs from her shorts (somehow) and raised them into the air.  The crowd cheered.  For some reason, they liked this monster.  Did they know how terrible and cruel she was?  And what was she going to do with those?

She approached me slowly and seductively.   I backed up hesitantly into the turnbuckle.  She grabbed me by my armpits and lifted me up to her eyes.  “I hope you’re ready for a show,” she said.  Then she planted a huge kiss on me.  Her big lips were sucking the life out of my face.  She had heavy red lipstick that was getting all over me, and the crowd was going wild.  Then she dropped me, and I was preparing for the worst, but her massive breasts caught me.  I was now pinned between the turnbuckle and her breasts, which were stuffed into a pink top.  I tried to push myself up to stay eye level, but she grabbed me by my hair and shoved me down.  I disappeared into the corner.  She held one of my hands in the air and applied the handcuff, then put the other cuff on the turnbuckle.  “You ain’t goin’ nowhere hun,” she said in a cocky manner.

New music pumped out of the loud speakers.  An announcer called out “And her opponents, the Lee Sisters!”  The crowd cheered again, and two girls darted out of the entrance ramp and into the ring.  They were tiny, maybe ninety pounds.  It looked like it would be a handicap match.  Athletically, they were impressive.  They were backflipping and bouncing around the ring, moving lightning fast and screaming things in an unfamiliar Asian language.  The bell rang.  Daisy fluffed her breasts like they were pillows and turned to face her opponents.

To compare sizes for a moment, one of these little girls was no bigger than one of Daisy’s leg.  In fact, I wouldn’t doubt that if they rolled into a ball, they could fit into one of her ass cheeks.  They came up to just above her waist, and if I was behind Daisy, I wouldn’t be able to see either of them.  One of them dove at her, but she caught her and pressed her into the air.  Her sister ran over and shoulder tackled Daisy in the gut.  Daisy didn’t seem to notice, and threw the tiny girl to the outside.  She then grabbed the small Asian girl in front of her and put her in a bear hug.  Her legs flailed for a bit, then stopped, and she screamed in pain.  She turned to me.

“You want to see her naked?” she asked.  I didn’t say anything.  I refused.  She seemed to have her own ideas.  She tore off all of the poor girl’s clothes and dropped her to the ground.  She tried desperately to cover her body, but was utterly humiliated.  Her tiny breasts and ass paled in comparison to the gargantuan woman before her.  Daisy laughed and picked her up by her hair.  “I bet you like these boobs, little man.  Everyone here does.”  She slammed the girl’s face into her right breast.  Her skinny arms flailed in protest, but she was no match for the beast.  Luckily, her sister came to the rescue.  She jumped on the turnbuckle, then went for a dropkick.  Unfortunately, Daisy saw it coming and knocked her aside.  Pinning the poor girl to the floor with one of her feet, she used her one free hand to rip off her clothes as well.  She scooped her up and shoved her head into her left breast.  The crowd was loving this.

The two girls squirmed helplessly in her bosom, and Daisy paraded around the ring, posing to the crowd.  The Lee Sisters were completely powerless in her huge chest.  She stopped in the middle of the ring and turned to me.  She eyed me seductively, and rubbed the two girls’ heads deep into her breasts, mashing their heads together.  Slowly she approached me.  “Who is sexier?  Me, a strong woman with curves?  Or one of these girls, skinny little bitches?”  With that, she took the girl on the left and flung her off to the side.  She lifted the other girl out of her cleavage and held her at her side.  “My right tit dwarfs her tiny little nubs.  Hell, it dwarfs her head.”  The girl struggled and cried out, but Daisy didn’t care.

The other Lee Sister crawled up to her foot and tried to climb up her ankle.  When she looked up, all she could possibly have been able to see was a huge ass staring back at her.  Daisy turned the girl over onto her back with her foot, then pointed at the crowd.  Everyone cheered, and she dropped to the canvas, squashing the poor girl in the process.  The referee counted to three and the bell rang.  Daisy let the other girl roll to the floor.  Daisy’s music hit and she approached me.  “My tits need to be rubbed.  They are going to interview me when I go past the curtains, and you are going to give me a massage while I talk.  Understood?”  I nodded (what else was I going to do?), and she opened my handcuffs.  I rubbed my wrists, but she heaved me over her shoulder and carried me out the way we came in.  Paramedics wheeled in a stretcher as we walked by.  I guess when a 90 pound girl gets crushed by a 460 pound woman, medical attention may be required.

A man with a camera was indeed on the other side of the camera.  “Got time for an interview?” he asked the behemoth.

“Of course,” she said.  She plopped me on one of her thick knees and jutted out her chest.  “Rub, toy.”  I did as I was told, digging my fingers into her chest.  To say I had a lot to work with here was an understatement.  I put my hands together like I was praying and buried them deep in her cleavage.  “Mmm, I may have found a use for you yet, weakling.”

“So, Daisy, how do you think you did tonight?”

“How do you think I did, you moron?  I destroyed those pathetic girls.  They will never be real women like I am.  My nipples are bigger than their tits.  My little toy can’t get enough of mine.”  She looked down at me as I rubbed her boobs.  She started breathing heavily, her breasts expanding up and down.  “Crushing those little bitches makes me so hot.  I’ve got some big plans for you tonight, Little Boy.  I hope you’re ready.”  She had a burning in her eyes.  My head was so close to her now heaving chest, and I felt so miniscule I wished the cameras would melt.  She squirmed a little bit, then jumped into the air, her breasts bouncing up and down with her.  “This interview is over, unless you want to film a big woman fucking a little boy into oblivion.”  The interviewer looked shocked.  I prayed for my dick.