You mutter curses to yourself as you try to wriggle your way out of the vent, but, you hardly make any progress. However, in your frantic squirming, the back of your head bumps into the loose vent cover, knocking it off. You stop and crane your head back, realizing that you can just barely peek out into the hallway now. You look around and see that it’s empty. Great, looks like you’re stuck here until someone comes along and notices you...if someone notices you. You’re stuck in a pretty high vent, after all, it’s not like someone will normally look in this direction. You give an impatient groan before returning your attention to your futile struggling.
After another minute, you hear a mature, feminine voice, ask, “Ah, scusi? Singore? Are you alright?” For some reason, that sounded really close. Confused, you tilt your head back again and are surprised to see—directly in front of you—the face of an incredibly gorgeous woman. She has a soft complexion and sports a round pair of glasses resting in front of a beautiful pair of light blue eyes, and it’s all framed by long, luxurious black hair tied into an appealing ponytail. “Pardon l’intrusione, sweetie. I heard you struggling, and you seem like you could use some help,” she speaks with a pleasant Italian accent.
Where the hell did she come from, and how did she even get up here!? You estimate that this vent must be at least six feet off the ground, but this woman is looking at you easily (you notice she even has a bit of height on you too). Maybe she grabbed a ladder and climbed up while you were distracted? Whatever. With the day you’ve been having, you shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. “Ah, yeah. I’m really stuck in here. Could you find a way to pull me out? Like maybe find some more help or grab something that can lube the—whoOOAAAHHH!!”
The woman grabs you with both arms and quickly pulls you out of the vent with ease. Next thing you know, she’s effortlessly holding you up in the air. “No problema, sweetie. Mia’s always happy to help a new friend in need!” You get a good look at the cheerful brunette and are startled by two things. One, she’s really tall, not to mention extremely strong, which explains why she was able to find and help you so easily. Even back at your full height, you can tell she towers over you. Two, her breasts are outrageously huge! You look down to see this woman’s Tuscan Valley of pale cleavage wobbling within her tight top, a sight nearly impossible not to gawk at. They’re well-proportioned to her body, to be sure, but you’d wager that the size of just one of her breasts could rival the entire chest of an average-sized busty woman.
As you ogle this amazonian beauty, she takes a moment to look you over as well. She notices you’re naked but is hardly taken aback by it. When she spies your cute cock, as well as your obvious staring, she giggles, enjoying the attention. You snap out of your daze with an embarrassed blush, trying to ignore how pent-up you’ve been all day. “Well that was...unexpected, but thanks. You literally helped me out of a tight spot there. Did you say your name was Mia?”
Mia’s smile widens. “That’s right, my little bambolo. Otherwise known as Momma Mia: lottatore suprema of the DWA!” She gives a jovial laugh that makes her chest wobble, nearly stealing your gaze again.
You still can’t believe a woman like this can exist, so you can’t help but ask, “So, uh...did Touko inject you with a serum too, one that makes you grow instead of shrink?”
Mia gives you a curious look before breaking out into another bout of laughter, finding your question amusing. She pulls you in close, lightly resting your groin against her immense bosom. “Haha, no, ragazzo, she didn’t. I’m—how do the girls say it these days?—all natural.” With those last two words, Mia gently squeezes her breasts between her arms, letting them swell against your crotch in a way that makes you wince. “Now, if I could ask you a question, bambino: what was a cute little thing like you doing stuck in a vent?”
You sigh. “It’s a long story. Y’see, I’m Tommy, a new wrestler here, and—”
“Ah-ha! So you are the new little campione I’ve been hearing about,” Mia interrupts. Lifting you back up in the air, she spins around before giving you a powerful bearhug, pressing your body against her enveloping frame. You groan from the pressure around your torso as your head is shoved against Mia’s invitingly abundant chest, her thin top doing nothing to hide her softness and warmth as she rubs you against it. “It’s so wonderful to finally meet you! And you’re even cuter than I thought you’d be,” she squeals. It’s obvious that Mia’s the friendly, overly-affectionate type, which is nice (and a far improvement from the likes of Felicity), but, given your current predicament, that can still be very dangerous. You try to squirm yourself loose, but Mia’s grip is so tight that you only manage to inhale deep whiffs of her vanilla-scented perfume. You hear Mia hum a jaunty Italian tune as she sways back and forth with you, loving the feeling of your skin pressed against hers. With just a simple hug, Mia is overtaking your senses in a way that’s almost entrancing.
Before you start to lose yourself, Mia releases the hug and holds you up at arm’s length again, smiling radiantly at you as you quickly come back to your senses. Phew. She nearly knocked you out with just that. You hate to see what would happen if she ever got angry with you. Fortunately, you seem to have caught Mia in a really good mood, one that’s only amplified by your presence. “Uh...wow. It’s, uh, great to meet you too, Mia. You certainly seem to be in high spirits.”
Mia giggles. “Why of course! How could I not be? Not only do I get the pleasure of meeting the adorable new lottatore, but I’m on the verge of settling on a brand-new wrestling outfit to strut in the ring,” she sings. “I just came from the wardrobe apartment. The girl in charge—such a cute little peach—just got done tailoring a few potential candidates for my new outfit. I’m testing one of them out now, and I think I already like this one the best. It’s certainly lasted the longest so far.”
Mia finally sets you down. Now that you’re back on the floor, you can clearly see the height gap between you two, with your head barely reaching the bottom of her chest. Getting a good look at her, you can tell Mia’s older than you, but it’s hard to tell by how much exactly. She’s endowed with a huge, well-kept hourglass figure that oozes with strength and sensual maturity, but her demeanor gives off an exuberant youthfulness that’s hard to pin down. Simply put, she’s a huge Italian wrestling MILF, one that seems very excited to see you. Seeing that she has your attention, Mia asks, “What do you think of my outfit, bambolo? Looks pretty hot, no?” She does a quick spin before striking a stylish pose, letting her abundant curves wobble to a stop as you drink in the sight of her.
As if Mia wasn’t already hard to miss, her outfit only serves to draw even more attention to her huge, curvaceous body. On her chest, she wears what you can surmise to be a stretchy green tube top, but it’s so small that it looks more like a simple band wrapped around her bosom, showing off all her cleavage—both above and below—as well as her toned navel. Wrapped snugly around her hips are a pair of red spandex shorts, her jiggly flesh spilling around all its edges. Between its colors and the amount of Mia’s ivory skin it shows off, the outfit vaguely reminds you of the Italian flag, which seems appropriate. “Well, Mia, it looks good, but are you sure it’s done yet?” You point up to the ridiculous amounts of underboob it shows off. “Seems to me that it lays a lot bare, if you catch my drift.”
Mia laughs at your joke and playfully hip-checks you. Her affectionate love tap, while gentle on her part, completely bowls you over, knocking you back into the wall before you collapse onto the floor. You look up and watch as Mia continues to laugh, her body jiggling jovially as it further looms over you. “Haha, no, silly. It’s supposed to look like this. I have so many fans that like to look up to me, so I’d like to give them something nice to look at whenever they do.” When her laughing fit ends, Mia sees that you’ve been knocked down and giggles while bending forward, giving you a mouthwatering view of her jostling cleavage hanging directly in front of you.
“Whoopsie, did I do that? Sorry, ragazzo, Momma has a tendency to forget her own strength sometimes, haha.” She apologetically lets her breasts wobble in front of you for a few more seconds before helping you back up. As you stand up, you notice the way the underside of Mia’s breasts don’t leave your line of sight no matter where you look above, eclipsing your vision with their smooth flesh and making full eye-contact with Mia very difficult. You can barely make out Mia giving you a coy smile, making you think she’s purposely angling herself to give you as much of an eyeful of her as possible.
After another minute, you hear a mature, feminine voice, ask, “Ah, scusi? Singore? Are you alright?” For some reason, that sounded really close. Confused, you tilt your head back again and are surprised to see—directly in front of you—the face of an incredibly gorgeous woman. She has a soft complexion and sports a round pair of glasses resting in front of a beautiful pair of light blue eyes, and it’s all framed by long, luxurious black hair tied into an appealing ponytail. “Pardon l’intrusione, sweetie. I heard you struggling, and you seem like you could use some help,” she speaks with a pleasant Italian accent.
Where the hell did she come from, and how did she even get up here!? You estimate that this vent must be at least six feet off the ground, but this woman is looking at you easily (you notice she even has a bit of height on you too). Maybe she grabbed a ladder and climbed up while you were distracted? Whatever. With the day you’ve been having, you shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. “Ah, yeah. I’m really stuck in here. Could you find a way to pull me out? Like maybe find some more help or grab something that can lube the—whoOOAAAHHH!!”
The woman grabs you with both arms and quickly pulls you out of the vent with ease. Next thing you know, she’s effortlessly holding you up in the air. “No problema, sweetie. Mia’s always happy to help a new friend in need!” You get a good look at the cheerful brunette and are startled by two things. One, she’s really tall, not to mention extremely strong, which explains why she was able to find and help you so easily. Even back at your full height, you can tell she towers over you. Two, her breasts are outrageously huge! You look down to see this woman’s Tuscan Valley of pale cleavage wobbling within her tight top, a sight nearly impossible not to gawk at. They’re well-proportioned to her body, to be sure, but you’d wager that the size of just one of her breasts could rival the entire chest of an average-sized busty woman.
As you ogle this amazonian beauty, she takes a moment to look you over as well. She notices you’re naked but is hardly taken aback by it. When she spies your cute cock, as well as your obvious staring, she giggles, enjoying the attention. You snap out of your daze with an embarrassed blush, trying to ignore how pent-up you’ve been all day. “Well that was...unexpected, but thanks. You literally helped me out of a tight spot there. Did you say your name was Mia?”
Mia’s smile widens. “That’s right, my little bambolo. Otherwise known as Momma Mia: lottatore suprema of the DWA!” She gives a jovial laugh that makes her chest wobble, nearly stealing your gaze again.
You still can’t believe a woman like this can exist, so you can’t help but ask, “So, uh...did Touko inject you with a serum too, one that makes you grow instead of shrink?”
Mia gives you a curious look before breaking out into another bout of laughter, finding your question amusing. She pulls you in close, lightly resting your groin against her immense bosom. “Haha, no, ragazzo, she didn’t. I’m—how do the girls say it these days?—all natural.” With those last two words, Mia gently squeezes her breasts between her arms, letting them swell against your crotch in a way that makes you wince. “Now, if I could ask you a question, bambino: what was a cute little thing like you doing stuck in a vent?”
You sigh. “It’s a long story. Y’see, I’m Tommy, a new wrestler here, and—”
“Ah-ha! So you are the new little campione I’ve been hearing about,” Mia interrupts. Lifting you back up in the air, she spins around before giving you a powerful bearhug, pressing your body against her enveloping frame. You groan from the pressure around your torso as your head is shoved against Mia’s invitingly abundant chest, her thin top doing nothing to hide her softness and warmth as she rubs you against it. “It’s so wonderful to finally meet you! And you’re even cuter than I thought you’d be,” she squeals. It’s obvious that Mia’s the friendly, overly-affectionate type, which is nice (and a far improvement from the likes of Felicity), but, given your current predicament, that can still be very dangerous. You try to squirm yourself loose, but Mia’s grip is so tight that you only manage to inhale deep whiffs of her vanilla-scented perfume. You hear Mia hum a jaunty Italian tune as she sways back and forth with you, loving the feeling of your skin pressed against hers. With just a simple hug, Mia is overtaking your senses in a way that’s almost entrancing.
Before you start to lose yourself, Mia releases the hug and holds you up at arm’s length again, smiling radiantly at you as you quickly come back to your senses. Phew. She nearly knocked you out with just that. You hate to see what would happen if she ever got angry with you. Fortunately, you seem to have caught Mia in a really good mood, one that’s only amplified by your presence. “Uh...wow. It’s, uh, great to meet you too, Mia. You certainly seem to be in high spirits.”
Mia giggles. “Why of course! How could I not be? Not only do I get the pleasure of meeting the adorable new lottatore, but I’m on the verge of settling on a brand-new wrestling outfit to strut in the ring,” she sings. “I just came from the wardrobe apartment. The girl in charge—such a cute little peach—just got done tailoring a few potential candidates for my new outfit. I’m testing one of them out now, and I think I already like this one the best. It’s certainly lasted the longest so far.”
Mia finally sets you down. Now that you’re back on the floor, you can clearly see the height gap between you two, with your head barely reaching the bottom of her chest. Getting a good look at her, you can tell Mia’s older than you, but it’s hard to tell by how much exactly. She’s endowed with a huge, well-kept hourglass figure that oozes with strength and sensual maturity, but her demeanor gives off an exuberant youthfulness that’s hard to pin down. Simply put, she’s a huge Italian wrestling MILF, one that seems very excited to see you. Seeing that she has your attention, Mia asks, “What do you think of my outfit, bambolo? Looks pretty hot, no?” She does a quick spin before striking a stylish pose, letting her abundant curves wobble to a stop as you drink in the sight of her.
As if Mia wasn’t already hard to miss, her outfit only serves to draw even more attention to her huge, curvaceous body. On her chest, she wears what you can surmise to be a stretchy green tube top, but it’s so small that it looks more like a simple band wrapped around her bosom, showing off all her cleavage—both above and below—as well as her toned navel. Wrapped snugly around her hips are a pair of red spandex shorts, her jiggly flesh spilling around all its edges. Between its colors and the amount of Mia’s ivory skin it shows off, the outfit vaguely reminds you of the Italian flag, which seems appropriate. “Well, Mia, it looks good, but are you sure it’s done yet?” You point up to the ridiculous amounts of underboob it shows off. “Seems to me that it lays a lot bare, if you catch my drift.”
Mia laughs at your joke and playfully hip-checks you. Her affectionate love tap, while gentle on her part, completely bowls you over, knocking you back into the wall before you collapse onto the floor. You look up and watch as Mia continues to laugh, her body jiggling jovially as it further looms over you. “Haha, no, silly. It’s supposed to look like this. I have so many fans that like to look up to me, so I’d like to give them something nice to look at whenever they do.” When her laughing fit ends, Mia sees that you’ve been knocked down and giggles while bending forward, giving you a mouthwatering view of her jostling cleavage hanging directly in front of you.
“Whoopsie, did I do that? Sorry, ragazzo, Momma has a tendency to forget her own strength sometimes, haha.” She apologetically lets her breasts wobble in front of you for a few more seconds before helping you back up. As you stand up, you notice the way the underside of Mia’s breasts don’t leave your line of sight no matter where you look above, eclipsing your vision with their smooth flesh and making full eye-contact with Mia very difficult. You can barely make out Mia giving you a coy smile, making you think she’s purposely angling herself to give you as much of an eyeful of her as possible.
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May 31, 2023
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