You're Tom, an average guy who's always fantasized of being a pro wrestler since childhood. One day, you decide to finally follow your dreams and quit your day job. Young, ambitious, and with everything to prove, you decide to start your career by finding an underground league to join, hoping you'll quickly gain a name for yourself. Sadly, your efforts are fruitless, as no one wants a scrawny-looking guy like you in their league. Just when you're at the end of your rope, you're approached by two tall, beautiful women in business suits. They tell you about a new league that's quickly gaining popularity, the DWA. They say the DWA would be happy to have a promising young lad like you on board, should you prove yourself. Ecstatic, you jump at their offer and allow them to take you to the DWA arena.
When you arrive at the venue, you quickly realize that this wasn't what you had expected. Apparently, DWA stands for the Dominant Women's Association, as noted by the big sign on the building. You still allow the women to escort you inside, but you feel reluctant. What exactly does that name mean? Is this really an all-women wrestling league? Then why are you here? How could anyone take you seriously as a pro-wrestler if all you do is wrestle women? Just when you think this place might not be a good fit for you, you notice a couple of curvy women in small, clingy leotards walk by, undoubtedly a couple of wrestlers here. Then again, you think, the chance to repeatedly get up close and personal with gorgeous women, in sanctioned matches no less, might be a nice perk.
The business women lead you to the showrunner's office and leave when you enter, closing the door behind you, but there's no one inside. "Um, hello," you say, hoping to find the person you're supposed to talk to. Suddenly, you feel someone approach from behind and grab you in a headlock. You feel the side of your head sink into something big and soft, so you quickly gather that you're in the clutches of a tall, buxom woman. Where did she come from!?
"Haha, gotcha," the bespectacled woman gloats, squeezing you a few more times with her strong arms. "You must be Tom, right?" She doesn't give you a chance to answer. After squeezing you for another minute, the woman lets you go and stands in front of you to look you over while she ponders. Before you stands a tall, black-haired Japanese beauty. What immediately strikes you about her is her curvy, feminine figure, clad in only a white sling bikini and an open lab coat.
She starts to grunt approvingly at you, snapping you back to attention. "Hmm, yes. A fine little morsel like you would make an excellent addition to our league. I'm glad I found you." She adjusts her glasses.
"(Morsel?) Um, yeah, about that...," you say, ready to voice your misgivings. "I'm no so sure about all this, miss..."
"Touko Hizuki," she answers. "The owner, showrunner, and your new boss," she says while proudly placing her hands on your shoulders.
"Well, Miss Hizuki, I appreciate the offer, but...I'm a guy, and this is clearly and all-women's league. I really don't think I'm the right fit here."
"Nonsense," she sings. "Everyone here will love you. We could really use a guy here to help mix things up, which I'm sure will make you popular in no time."
You have to admit, that does make a little sense to you. After all, you're looking to gain some renown as a wrestler. Being the only guy at an all-women's league might be a gimmick, but it's one that could get your name out there really quick. Plus, if everyone here is already alright with it, you guess there's no reason to still feel awkward about it. You nod your head. "O-ok then, I guess I'm in."
Touko smiles. "Wonderful! But, before you can become a full-fledged member of the DWA, we just have to do ooonnnneeee last thing with you."
"What's that," you ask.
"This," Touko says, before jabbing your shoulder with a syringe. You wince in pain as you feel the syringe inject you with some strange chemical.
"OW!!"
"Oh, good. You're still alive. That's a good start."
"What the hell was that," you furiously ask.
"Oh, nothing. Just a special drug I whipped up the other day," Touko says while throwing away the empty syringe.
"Like what, steroids, or something?"
"Haha, no, silly! We don't use anything like that here. It's actually a shrinking formula that I've been tinkering with. It's supposed to make you smaller."
You boggle. "Shrinking!? W-what!? H-how!? W-why would you do that!?"
"To boost ratings, of course. Not only will you be the only guy to wrestle here, but you'll also have the distinct disadvantage of being shrunk while wrestling your way to the top. Everyone loves an underdog story! Now, to think up a good name for you. Oooh, how about 'Tommy the Terrible' or 'Tiny Tommy,' yeah that's good. Or maybe..." While Miss Hizuki mutters to herself, you quickly get the feeling that she's the type of person who always does the first thing on her mind without thinking too hard about the consequences.
"B-but, I didnt sign up for this! Where's the antidote? I want to take it now!
Her attention back on you, Hizuki says, "Sorry, Tommy, but there's no antidote yet. I can make one (I think), but I'll only give it to you if you become the champ, or at least show some promise as a wreslter."
Your heart sinks as you take all this in. "S-so how long will it take for the formula to kick in, and how much will it make me shrink?"
Touko shrugs carelessly, "Who knows. Maybe you'll shrink to the size of an action figure quickly, or maybe it'll happen gradually over time." You're actually the first person I've used this on, so I guess we'll both find out soon enough."
Suddenly, you're hit with a small, tingling sensation. You feel yourself getting smaller, but by how much?
When you arrive at the venue, you quickly realize that this wasn't what you had expected. Apparently, DWA stands for the Dominant Women's Association, as noted by the big sign on the building. You still allow the women to escort you inside, but you feel reluctant. What exactly does that name mean? Is this really an all-women wrestling league? Then why are you here? How could anyone take you seriously as a pro-wrestler if all you do is wrestle women? Just when you think this place might not be a good fit for you, you notice a couple of curvy women in small, clingy leotards walk by, undoubtedly a couple of wrestlers here. Then again, you think, the chance to repeatedly get up close and personal with gorgeous women, in sanctioned matches no less, might be a nice perk.
The business women lead you to the showrunner's office and leave when you enter, closing the door behind you, but there's no one inside. "Um, hello," you say, hoping to find the person you're supposed to talk to. Suddenly, you feel someone approach from behind and grab you in a headlock. You feel the side of your head sink into something big and soft, so you quickly gather that you're in the clutches of a tall, buxom woman. Where did she come from!?
"Haha, gotcha," the bespectacled woman gloats, squeezing you a few more times with her strong arms. "You must be Tom, right?" She doesn't give you a chance to answer. After squeezing you for another minute, the woman lets you go and stands in front of you to look you over while she ponders. Before you stands a tall, black-haired Japanese beauty. What immediately strikes you about her is her curvy, feminine figure, clad in only a white sling bikini and an open lab coat.
She starts to grunt approvingly at you, snapping you back to attention. "Hmm, yes. A fine little morsel like you would make an excellent addition to our league. I'm glad I found you." She adjusts her glasses.
"(Morsel?) Um, yeah, about that...," you say, ready to voice your misgivings. "I'm no so sure about all this, miss..."
"Touko Hizuki," she answers. "The owner, showrunner, and your new boss," she says while proudly placing her hands on your shoulders.
"Well, Miss Hizuki, I appreciate the offer, but...I'm a guy, and this is clearly and all-women's league. I really don't think I'm the right fit here."
"Nonsense," she sings. "Everyone here will love you. We could really use a guy here to help mix things up, which I'm sure will make you popular in no time."
You have to admit, that does make a little sense to you. After all, you're looking to gain some renown as a wrestler. Being the only guy at an all-women's league might be a gimmick, but it's one that could get your name out there really quick. Plus, if everyone here is already alright with it, you guess there's no reason to still feel awkward about it. You nod your head. "O-ok then, I guess I'm in."
Touko smiles. "Wonderful! But, before you can become a full-fledged member of the DWA, we just have to do ooonnnneeee last thing with you."
"What's that," you ask.
"This," Touko says, before jabbing your shoulder with a syringe. You wince in pain as you feel the syringe inject you with some strange chemical.
"OW!!"
"Oh, good. You're still alive. That's a good start."
"What the hell was that," you furiously ask.
"Oh, nothing. Just a special drug I whipped up the other day," Touko says while throwing away the empty syringe.
"Like what, steroids, or something?"
"Haha, no, silly! We don't use anything like that here. It's actually a shrinking formula that I've been tinkering with. It's supposed to make you smaller."
You boggle. "Shrinking!? W-what!? H-how!? W-why would you do that!?"
"To boost ratings, of course. Not only will you be the only guy to wrestle here, but you'll also have the distinct disadvantage of being shrunk while wrestling your way to the top. Everyone loves an underdog story! Now, to think up a good name for you. Oooh, how about 'Tommy the Terrible' or 'Tiny Tommy,' yeah that's good. Or maybe..." While Miss Hizuki mutters to herself, you quickly get the feeling that she's the type of person who always does the first thing on her mind without thinking too hard about the consequences.
"B-but, I didnt sign up for this! Where's the antidote? I want to take it now!
Her attention back on you, Hizuki says, "Sorry, Tommy, but there's no antidote yet. I can make one (I think), but I'll only give it to you if you become the champ, or at least show some promise as a wreslter."
Your heart sinks as you take all this in. "S-so how long will it take for the formula to kick in, and how much will it make me shrink?"
Touko shrugs carelessly, "Who knows. Maybe you'll shrink to the size of an action figure quickly, or maybe it'll happen gradually over time." You're actually the first person I've used this on, so I guess we'll both find out soon enough."
Suddenly, you're hit with a small, tingling sensation. You feel yourself getting smaller, but by how much?
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May 31, 2023
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