“I’ll take you back to the Wardrobe Department with me,” Mia says. “I was going to go back there soon anyways, to pick out another new outfit to try, so this works out perfectly.” It’s not a bad idea, but the suggestion still makes you a little uneasy. If your time with Felicity has taught you anything, you should probably spend as little time with the other wrestlers here as possible. You really do need to find some clothes, but, at this rate, you might have better luck on your own, even if Mia does seem really nice.
“Uh, thanks, Mia, but I’ll have to pass. I should really—”
“Ah, ah, ah. No refusing Momma, ragazzo,” she chides. Mia grabs your hand before you can walk away and proceeds to drag you along behind her as she walks back to Wardrobe. “I’m taking you with me so we can both better enjoy ourselves here. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.” Speaking of, as Mia pulls you behind her, you’re treated to the jaw-dropping sight of her massive ass jiggling in front of you like two medicine balls made of jello. With each step, you watch as her red shorts ride up between her thick cheeks, showing off more swaths of her creamy flesh.
“Uh, Mia? Are you sure you just can’t point me in the right direction? I could easily head there myself. You don’t need to go through this trouble.”
“No, no, sweetie. I couldn’t possibly leave my new, naked friend in the lurch like this. The least I could do is show you how to get there myself.” She flashes you a smile from over her shoulder. “Now just keep your eyes on Mia, and she’ll help make you feel allll better, my little cannoli.” You see Mia’s ass wobble with renewed vigor as she puts an extra sway in her step, putting on a happy little show for you. Feeling your cock twitch at the sight of her, you begin to think it’s Mia’s overwhelming kindness and affection—among other big and round things—that makes her too dangerous for you to be around right now. You can only hope that you can get in and out of Wardrobe, as well as Mia’s clutches, with minimal damage done to your size.
Eventually, you two reach a door simply labeled “Costume Department,” with Mia deliberately stopping suddenly enough to ensure that you collide with her soft rear for a moment. After you let out an “OOOF” from the impact, Mia pulls you in front of her to let you see for yourself that you’ve arrived. “Tada! Here we are, bambolo. Once we step inside, all your clothing woes will be finito! The girl in charge is such an adorable little sweetheart. She can make you any glamorous outfit your heart desires. Che figata!” Mia leans in to cutely knock on the door, lurching forward enough that her massive melons smoosh you against the door from behind. “Zoe, mi bella? Are you in? It’s Mia again?” After a few quick knocks, Mia giggles as she feels you squirming against her doughy flesh, too content with what’s happening to bother to lift herself off the door or you.
Suddenly the door swings open, startling you and Mia as you both fall forwards onto the floor. The living daylights are nearly knocked out of you as Mia’s gargantuan body splashes onto yours, though she’s hardly affected by the impact. She laughs it off as her body (eventually) jiggles to a stop on top of you. “Haha, whoops! I guess I should’ve seen that coming, but thanks for breaking my fall, my little campione. You’re as strong as you are cute.” As a reward for “helping” her, Mia gently shakes her chest atop of you, jostling her enormous tits against your head despite your muffled cries for her to get off you.
A girl, after watching this dumb little exchange take place in front of her, clears her throat, finally drawing Mia’s attention away from you. “Ugh, back again already, Mia? Don’t tell me you destroyed another one of the outfits I’ve been working on for you.” Standing above the both of you is a fashionable girl, with a slight goth vibe, looking on in disdain while tapping her foot impatiently. She has dark blonde hair that sports a single streak of violet dye on the side, and she wears trendy, form-fitting clothes: a navy t-shirt that clings to her ample bust and a pair of tight, dark leggings that accentuate her shapely legs.
Unbothered by the cold greeting, Mia perks up upon seeing the girl and quickly gets off you. “Ah, Zoe! Mi bella prima donna! How good it is to see you again!” She glomps Zoe into another overly-affectionate hug, making the grumpy fashionista groan in discomfort as she’s lifted off the ground.
“H-hey! Let go of me, you Italian-flavored airhead. It’s only been ten minutes since we last saw each other, for crying out loud,” Zoe grumbles before nearly drowning in Mia’s ocean of titty flesh.
“Oho, such a firecracker you are,” Mia says cheerfully as she puts Zoe down. “That’s why you’re my favorite little fashion designer.”
“Yeah, whatever, just watch the merchandise,” Zoe chides as she takes a moment to primp herself, though it’s unclear if she’s talking about her expensive clothes or herself. Zoe quickly takes note of the naked stranger in her room as you start to get up from the floor. “Uh, Mia? I know you like to get extra-clingy with fans you find cute, but, like, why did you feel the need to drag a naked guy into my office?”
Mia bops herself on the head. “Oh, che stupido! How rude of me.” She pulls you in between her and Zoe. “Zoe, this is Tommy, the new wrestler here.”
“Oh. Right. I think someone told me we’d be getting a new guy soon,” she says bluntly. She gives you a once-over. “Doesn’t look like much, though…” Something tells you this girl might not the be “sweetheart” Mia claims she is.
“And, Tommy, this is Zoe Pollock, the girl in charge of the DWA Wardrobe Department. She’s the one responsible for making glamorous costumes for all the wrestlers here,” Mia explains.
You’re mortified to have to introduce yourself to someone while completely naked, but, like Mia, Zoe doesn’t seem bothered by it at all. You give her an awkward wave as she eyes you haughtily. “Charmed, I’m sure.” Zoe holds her hand out in a way that implies she expects you to kiss it or something, as if you we’re meeting a princess. When you don’t, she eventually retracts her hand, clearly taking a little offense at that.
“She’s also the older sister to one of the wrestlers here, Patty Pollock, the Pink Princess,” Mia goes on to explain. “Have you met her yet?” You shake your head.
“Yeah, well I’m sure you’ll have the ‘pleasure’ of meeting her soon enough,” Zoe snorts sarcastically. With the mention of her sister, she seems to be even more annoyed now. She looks back at Mia. “Now tell me what it is you want this time, and make it quick. I’ll need to head out to my dance class soon, and I don’t want you two chuckleheads making me late.”
“Ah yes. Of course, bella,” Mia says while draping her arms around you, pulling you close enough that her heavy breasts rest atop your head again. “As you can see, our newest, cutest little coworker doesn’t have any clothes, so we were wondering if you might have something he could put on, maybe something super macho and stylish.”
“Yeah. Sure. Whatever,” Zoe huffs curtly before heading to a nearby closet. Not in the mood to waste any time on this, or to waste any of her prized wardrobe on you, she rummages through a collection of rejected and dated outfits before pulling out a generic pair of wrestling shorts, not unlike the ones you were given when you first got here. She tosses them to you. “Here. Put these on and see if they fit. If that’s it, then get out of here. I’ve got places to be.”
You put on the shorts, and, as you do, you take a quick scan of the room. It’s a large space filled with closets and clothes racks, all of them stuffed to the brim with flashy wrestling costumes and accessories. You pause when you spot a pile of tattered clothes nearby, sticking out like a sore thumb among all these quality outfits. You point and ask, “what’s the story behind that?” Zoe groans obnoxiously as she’s reminded of something else that’s been annoying her lately.
Mia walks over to the pile. “Ah, yes. This was because of yours truly, bambolo. As I said, Zoe has been making a new outfit for me, and these are the versions that sadly didn’t quite make the cut.” Mia bends over, giving you another eyeful of her succulent booty as she plucks a worn out top from the pile. “This was a cute one...but there was a big problem with it,” she says as she drapes it over her enormous chest, showing off a pair of huge holes in it.
“Hmph, more like two big problems,” Zoe jabs bitterly. Zoe’s been aggravated with Mia lately because of this whole ordeal she’s been putting her through, which all started with Mia’s extremely dumb, vague request for a new outfit. All Mia did was leave Zoe a short note saying that she wants something that’s “red, green, and shows off a lot of skin.” With little to go on, Zoe made a handful of potential outfits for Mia to try on and decide for herself, but, so far, barely any of them can withstand Mia’s massive body. She’s already destroyed half of them within moments after putting them on, wasting all the precious time and resources Zoe put into making them. Buttons popped, pants torn, shirts ripped; it’s like watching a fashion massacre, and Zoe can hardly stand anymore of it.
Mia tosses the torn shirt aside, not nearly attached to it as Zoe was. “But such is life. Fortunately, Zoe made a few more outfits for me to choose from, and, now that you’re here, ragazzo, you can lend me a hand. It’ll make us even for me helping you,” she adds with a wink. Zoe groans. Great, looks like you’re all gonna be stuck here for a little while longer.
How do you help Mia?
“Uh, thanks, Mia, but I’ll have to pass. I should really—”
“Ah, ah, ah. No refusing Momma, ragazzo,” she chides. Mia grabs your hand before you can walk away and proceeds to drag you along behind her as she walks back to Wardrobe. “I’m taking you with me so we can both better enjoy ourselves here. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.” Speaking of, as Mia pulls you behind her, you’re treated to the jaw-dropping sight of her massive ass jiggling in front of you like two medicine balls made of jello. With each step, you watch as her red shorts ride up between her thick cheeks, showing off more swaths of her creamy flesh.
“Uh, Mia? Are you sure you just can’t point me in the right direction? I could easily head there myself. You don’t need to go through this trouble.”
“No, no, sweetie. I couldn’t possibly leave my new, naked friend in the lurch like this. The least I could do is show you how to get there myself.” She flashes you a smile from over her shoulder. “Now just keep your eyes on Mia, and she’ll help make you feel allll better, my little cannoli.” You see Mia’s ass wobble with renewed vigor as she puts an extra sway in her step, putting on a happy little show for you. Feeling your cock twitch at the sight of her, you begin to think it’s Mia’s overwhelming kindness and affection—among other big and round things—that makes her too dangerous for you to be around right now. You can only hope that you can get in and out of Wardrobe, as well as Mia’s clutches, with minimal damage done to your size.
Eventually, you two reach a door simply labeled “Costume Department,” with Mia deliberately stopping suddenly enough to ensure that you collide with her soft rear for a moment. After you let out an “OOOF” from the impact, Mia pulls you in front of her to let you see for yourself that you’ve arrived. “Tada! Here we are, bambolo. Once we step inside, all your clothing woes will be finito! The girl in charge is such an adorable little sweetheart. She can make you any glamorous outfit your heart desires. Che figata!” Mia leans in to cutely knock on the door, lurching forward enough that her massive melons smoosh you against the door from behind. “Zoe, mi bella? Are you in? It’s Mia again?” After a few quick knocks, Mia giggles as she feels you squirming against her doughy flesh, too content with what’s happening to bother to lift herself off the door or you.
Suddenly the door swings open, startling you and Mia as you both fall forwards onto the floor. The living daylights are nearly knocked out of you as Mia’s gargantuan body splashes onto yours, though she’s hardly affected by the impact. She laughs it off as her body (eventually) jiggles to a stop on top of you. “Haha, whoops! I guess I should’ve seen that coming, but thanks for breaking my fall, my little campione. You’re as strong as you are cute.” As a reward for “helping” her, Mia gently shakes her chest atop of you, jostling her enormous tits against your head despite your muffled cries for her to get off you.
A girl, after watching this dumb little exchange take place in front of her, clears her throat, finally drawing Mia’s attention away from you. “Ugh, back again already, Mia? Don’t tell me you destroyed another one of the outfits I’ve been working on for you.” Standing above the both of you is a fashionable girl, with a slight goth vibe, looking on in disdain while tapping her foot impatiently. She has dark blonde hair that sports a single streak of violet dye on the side, and she wears trendy, form-fitting clothes: a navy t-shirt that clings to her ample bust and a pair of tight, dark leggings that accentuate her shapely legs.
Unbothered by the cold greeting, Mia perks up upon seeing the girl and quickly gets off you. “Ah, Zoe! Mi bella prima donna! How good it is to see you again!” She glomps Zoe into another overly-affectionate hug, making the grumpy fashionista groan in discomfort as she’s lifted off the ground.
“H-hey! Let go of me, you Italian-flavored airhead. It’s only been ten minutes since we last saw each other, for crying out loud,” Zoe grumbles before nearly drowning in Mia’s ocean of titty flesh.
“Oho, such a firecracker you are,” Mia says cheerfully as she puts Zoe down. “That’s why you’re my favorite little fashion designer.”
“Yeah, whatever, just watch the merchandise,” Zoe chides as she takes a moment to primp herself, though it’s unclear if she’s talking about her expensive clothes or herself. Zoe quickly takes note of the naked stranger in her room as you start to get up from the floor. “Uh, Mia? I know you like to get extra-clingy with fans you find cute, but, like, why did you feel the need to drag a naked guy into my office?”
Mia bops herself on the head. “Oh, che stupido! How rude of me.” She pulls you in between her and Zoe. “Zoe, this is Tommy, the new wrestler here.”
“Oh. Right. I think someone told me we’d be getting a new guy soon,” she says bluntly. She gives you a once-over. “Doesn’t look like much, though…” Something tells you this girl might not the be “sweetheart” Mia claims she is.
“And, Tommy, this is Zoe Pollock, the girl in charge of the DWA Wardrobe Department. She’s the one responsible for making glamorous costumes for all the wrestlers here,” Mia explains.
You’re mortified to have to introduce yourself to someone while completely naked, but, like Mia, Zoe doesn’t seem bothered by it at all. You give her an awkward wave as she eyes you haughtily. “Charmed, I’m sure.” Zoe holds her hand out in a way that implies she expects you to kiss it or something, as if you we’re meeting a princess. When you don’t, she eventually retracts her hand, clearly taking a little offense at that.
“She’s also the older sister to one of the wrestlers here, Patty Pollock, the Pink Princess,” Mia goes on to explain. “Have you met her yet?” You shake your head.
“Yeah, well I’m sure you’ll have the ‘pleasure’ of meeting her soon enough,” Zoe snorts sarcastically. With the mention of her sister, she seems to be even more annoyed now. She looks back at Mia. “Now tell me what it is you want this time, and make it quick. I’ll need to head out to my dance class soon, and I don’t want you two chuckleheads making me late.”
“Ah yes. Of course, bella,” Mia says while draping her arms around you, pulling you close enough that her heavy breasts rest atop your head again. “As you can see, our newest, cutest little coworker doesn’t have any clothes, so we were wondering if you might have something he could put on, maybe something super macho and stylish.”
“Yeah. Sure. Whatever,” Zoe huffs curtly before heading to a nearby closet. Not in the mood to waste any time on this, or to waste any of her prized wardrobe on you, she rummages through a collection of rejected and dated outfits before pulling out a generic pair of wrestling shorts, not unlike the ones you were given when you first got here. She tosses them to you. “Here. Put these on and see if they fit. If that’s it, then get out of here. I’ve got places to be.”
You put on the shorts, and, as you do, you take a quick scan of the room. It’s a large space filled with closets and clothes racks, all of them stuffed to the brim with flashy wrestling costumes and accessories. You pause when you spot a pile of tattered clothes nearby, sticking out like a sore thumb among all these quality outfits. You point and ask, “what’s the story behind that?” Zoe groans obnoxiously as she’s reminded of something else that’s been annoying her lately.
Mia walks over to the pile. “Ah, yes. This was because of yours truly, bambolo. As I said, Zoe has been making a new outfit for me, and these are the versions that sadly didn’t quite make the cut.” Mia bends over, giving you another eyeful of her succulent booty as she plucks a worn out top from the pile. “This was a cute one...but there was a big problem with it,” she says as she drapes it over her enormous chest, showing off a pair of huge holes in it.
“Hmph, more like two big problems,” Zoe jabs bitterly. Zoe’s been aggravated with Mia lately because of this whole ordeal she’s been putting her through, which all started with Mia’s extremely dumb, vague request for a new outfit. All Mia did was leave Zoe a short note saying that she wants something that’s “red, green, and shows off a lot of skin.” With little to go on, Zoe made a handful of potential outfits for Mia to try on and decide for herself, but, so far, barely any of them can withstand Mia’s massive body. She’s already destroyed half of them within moments after putting them on, wasting all the precious time and resources Zoe put into making them. Buttons popped, pants torn, shirts ripped; it’s like watching a fashion massacre, and Zoe can hardly stand anymore of it.
Mia tosses the torn shirt aside, not nearly attached to it as Zoe was. “But such is life. Fortunately, Zoe made a few more outfits for me to choose from, and, now that you’re here, ragazzo, you can lend me a hand. It’ll make us even for me helping you,” she adds with a wink. Zoe groans. Great, looks like you’re all gonna be stuck here for a little while longer.
How do you help Mia?
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May 31, 2023
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