LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! I PRESENT TO YOU: THE MASKED MARAUDERS,” Hizuki announces over the speakers. You hear music blaring as two masked women, a blonde and a brunette, in spandex outfits enter from the back. Trying to hype up the crowd, they perform a number of flips and other acrobatics as they bounce along the ramp to the ring. You don’t know what Becky seems so cheerful about. Both these girls seem pretty spry and athletic, and, for the most part, she’s gonna have to take both of them on herself if you guys hope to win this. It seems like the odds are stacked against you two.
It’s not until the Marauders enter the ring that you notice what Becky’s so happy about. Yeah, both girls are pretty lithe and fit, like proper athletes, but Becky absolutely dwarfs them in every sense of the word. You would never admit it out loud to her, but these svelte, average-sized women pale in comparison to Becky’s stacked, amazonian body. You might not be the ones at a disadvantage after all.
Oh well, while you feel a little bad for your opponents, at least you won’t have to bear the brunt of Becky’s shenanigans for a while. What’s more, all you have to do is sit back and wait for the win, then you’ll finally be one step closer to getting your size back. It’s a win-win. You look up at Becky, who’s cracking her knuckles in anticipation of sending these two jobbers back to school, and you sarcastically say, “Oh, darn, Becky. After all that ‘preparation,’ it looks like we won’t be able to do any of the ‘fun’ things you planned for us to do together in our match. Oh well.” You shrug your shoulders. “Since you’re clearly the one that’s the most large and in charge here, I guess tiny, little me will just hang back and let you clean house...‘partner,” you add, hoping to further deflect her attention off you by stroking her ego.
“You got that right, twerp,” Becky says as she looks down on you, a wry smile still on her face. “But I wouldn’t say we can’t have any of our fun together. Like I said, we just have to improvise the rest.” You give her a look that tells her you’re concerned by what exactly she meant by that. “Oh dont worry your tiny, little head about it, Tommy,” she says wickedly as she picks you up and places you on top of the turnbuckle. “In the meantime, you just sit back and watch how the Big Bully takes care of things. Your turn will come soon enough.” Becky gives a smug snigger before walking off to start the match, leaving you nervous over what she has in store.
The bell rings, and the blonde Marauder slowly approaches Becky to get things started, leaving her partner in the corner. Both wrestlers circle each other briefly before clasping their hands together for the opening lock-up. The Marauder’s head is only level with Becky’s chest, so she has to put up with the sight of Becky’s bigger breasts, straining against her partially unbuttoned blouse, jiggling in front of her with every move they make while they grapple. A smug smirk still on her face, Becky toys with her opponent by not using her full strength right away, pretending the Marauder is actually putting up a decent fight. After a minute of this, Becky gets bored and uses her full strength to quickly overpower the blonde, putting her in a standing headlock that also shoves the side of the Marauder’s face against Becky’s huge, enveloping tit.
Quickly getting frustrated by such a demeaning position, the blonde struggles to break free but can’t escape Becky’s ironclad hold. “L-let go of me, you fat cow,” she taunts as she continues squirming, which only amuses Becky.
“Oh-ho, I’m a fat cow, am I,” she asks condescendingly while pressing the girl further against her. “Sounds to me like someone’s jealous. Instead of having a pair of huge, awesome tits like mine, you have to walk around with those mosquito bites you call breasts,” Becky taunts, referring to the Marauder’s smaller chest. The angry blonde starts to yell, but Becky silences her by pressing more of her huge breast against her, literally rubbing it in her face as she squirms and flails. “Face it, short stack. You’ve got nothing on me. I’m bigger, stronger, and sexier than you’ll ever be. Ain’t that right ‘partner,’” Becky says as she looks at you with a knowing smirk. You don’t say anything. You merely gulp and watch in silence as Becky once again demonstrates her skill at dominating people.
It doesn’t take long for the lack of oxygen to dissipate the Marauder’s energy. When Becky feels her struggles weakening, she flings her masked opponent to the ropes. The woozy blonde bounces off the ropes and stumbles back towards Becky, who promptly takes her down to the mat with a well-placed lariat. The stunned blonde gives a soft groan before Becky hits her with a powerful elbow drop to the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Becky stands up over the Marauder's head. She flips her skirt, revealing her huge, round ass, and gives it a few quick smacks to taunt her. “I bet you wish you had an ass as great as mine too, huh?” Becky waits a few moments, letting the fear creep into the smaller blonde’s eyes as she pieces together what the Big Bully is gonna do next, before promptly sitting on her face, adding further insult to injury. Becky gives a condescending laugh as she wiggles her hips atop her helpless opponent’s face, smothering the Marauder into submission.
She doesn’t get to enjoy the feeling for long, however, as she suddenly gets tackled from behind. “Hey! What the--,” she blurts as she falls face first to the mat. The brunette Marauder, fed up with seeing her partner getting humiliated by Becky, took matters into her own hands and attacked the Big Bully while she wasn’t looking. Before Becky really knows what’s happening, the brunette Marauder quickly puts her in an armbar, twisting the Big Bully’s arm and holding it behind her back. “The hell!? You little tramp,” Becky hisses.
The Marauder stands up with Becky, still trapped in her hold. “Let’s see how well those airbags cushion you against the corner, bitch,” she taunts, signalling her next move.
Becky is about to break free from the hold, which wasn’t that strong to begin with, but stops when she realizes she’s facing the turnbuckle she left you sitting on, quickly sensing a chance for more deviltry. “Oh no, not the corner. Anything but that,” Becky pleads halfheartedly, but it’s enough to convince the Marauder to finish her plan.
Currently out of earshot of Becky and her opponent, you can’t really tell what’s happening at the moment, but it looks like Becky’s actually having some trouble. Suddenly, you see Becky look at you with another evil smile before she starts barrelling towards you, the brunette Marauder pushing her from behind. Too surprised to react in time, you can only watch in horror as Becky crashes against the corner, and her breast land on top of the turnbuckle, instantly crushing you beneath them. Unphased by the collision, Becky giggles to herself as she feels you groan and struggle beneath her soft tits, her plan a resounding success. Thinking she’s actually doing some damage, the Marauder continues pushing Becky into the corner from behind, which only serves to make Becky’s overbearing boobs jiggle against you more, much to her amusement.
After a minute of this, Becky reaches her free hand under her breasts and subtly pokes your pulverized body into her cleavage, trapping you. After that, she quickly swings her elbow back and knocks the Marauder in the head, disorienting her enough to release the armbar. Now free, Becky quickly pulls a reversal and shoves the brunette into the corner then gives her a powerful punch to the gut. Instantly winded, the brunette collapses to the floor, her weary head resting against the turnbuckle. As she does, her blonde partner finally recovers from her stupor and sees what Becky’s done. She gets up and quickly rushes at Becky from behind, hoping to still turn things around by catching her off guard, but Becky quickly turns and grabs the blonde before she can strike. “Fool me once,” she taunts before throwing the blonde into the corner too. With another powerful punch to the gut, the blonde Marauder quickly crumples to the floor, now sitting next to her partner in the corner.
Standing above her weakened prey, Becky proudly crosses her arms, hefting her massive breasts while squeezing you a little more in between them. With a wicked smile she says, “Looks like some people still haven’t learned their place in the totem pole yet.” Becky squeezes her breasts with her arms a little more, letting you know she’s also referring to you as you feel the soft pressure increase. “You know what you two need to do,” she asks rhetorically as she turns around and flips up her skirt, mooning the Marauders with her huge booty. “Kiss. My. Ass.” With that, Becky plops her ass on the Masked Marauders, her ass big enough to smother both their faces. The Big Bully cackles as she wiggles her butt on the Marauders, loving how their weakened groans vibrating against her and how their weak attempts to push her off only amount to them helplessly groping her big butt. Getting drunk off the power she’s feeling, Becky also turns her attention to you, the tiny man who can’t escape her big tits. All while still smothering the Marauders, Becky repeatedly squeezes her breasts together with both hands, crushing you between them like she did back in her dressing room. Like the Marauders, you groan as your “partner” mercilessly smothers and crushes you with her abundant flesh, making you wish you never met Becky.
What next?
It’s not until the Marauders enter the ring that you notice what Becky’s so happy about. Yeah, both girls are pretty lithe and fit, like proper athletes, but Becky absolutely dwarfs them in every sense of the word. You would never admit it out loud to her, but these svelte, average-sized women pale in comparison to Becky’s stacked, amazonian body. You might not be the ones at a disadvantage after all.
Oh well, while you feel a little bad for your opponents, at least you won’t have to bear the brunt of Becky’s shenanigans for a while. What’s more, all you have to do is sit back and wait for the win, then you’ll finally be one step closer to getting your size back. It’s a win-win. You look up at Becky, who’s cracking her knuckles in anticipation of sending these two jobbers back to school, and you sarcastically say, “Oh, darn, Becky. After all that ‘preparation,’ it looks like we won’t be able to do any of the ‘fun’ things you planned for us to do together in our match. Oh well.” You shrug your shoulders. “Since you’re clearly the one that’s the most large and in charge here, I guess tiny, little me will just hang back and let you clean house...‘partner,” you add, hoping to further deflect her attention off you by stroking her ego.
“You got that right, twerp,” Becky says as she looks down on you, a wry smile still on her face. “But I wouldn’t say we can’t have any of our fun together. Like I said, we just have to improvise the rest.” You give her a look that tells her you’re concerned by what exactly she meant by that. “Oh dont worry your tiny, little head about it, Tommy,” she says wickedly as she picks you up and places you on top of the turnbuckle. “In the meantime, you just sit back and watch how the Big Bully takes care of things. Your turn will come soon enough.” Becky gives a smug snigger before walking off to start the match, leaving you nervous over what she has in store.
The bell rings, and the blonde Marauder slowly approaches Becky to get things started, leaving her partner in the corner. Both wrestlers circle each other briefly before clasping their hands together for the opening lock-up. The Marauder’s head is only level with Becky’s chest, so she has to put up with the sight of Becky’s bigger breasts, straining against her partially unbuttoned blouse, jiggling in front of her with every move they make while they grapple. A smug smirk still on her face, Becky toys with her opponent by not using her full strength right away, pretending the Marauder is actually putting up a decent fight. After a minute of this, Becky gets bored and uses her full strength to quickly overpower the blonde, putting her in a standing headlock that also shoves the side of the Marauder’s face against Becky’s huge, enveloping tit.
Quickly getting frustrated by such a demeaning position, the blonde struggles to break free but can’t escape Becky’s ironclad hold. “L-let go of me, you fat cow,” she taunts as she continues squirming, which only amuses Becky.
“Oh-ho, I’m a fat cow, am I,” she asks condescendingly while pressing the girl further against her. “Sounds to me like someone’s jealous. Instead of having a pair of huge, awesome tits like mine, you have to walk around with those mosquito bites you call breasts,” Becky taunts, referring to the Marauder’s smaller chest. The angry blonde starts to yell, but Becky silences her by pressing more of her huge breast against her, literally rubbing it in her face as she squirms and flails. “Face it, short stack. You’ve got nothing on me. I’m bigger, stronger, and sexier than you’ll ever be. Ain’t that right ‘partner,’” Becky says as she looks at you with a knowing smirk. You don’t say anything. You merely gulp and watch in silence as Becky once again demonstrates her skill at dominating people.
It doesn’t take long for the lack of oxygen to dissipate the Marauder’s energy. When Becky feels her struggles weakening, she flings her masked opponent to the ropes. The woozy blonde bounces off the ropes and stumbles back towards Becky, who promptly takes her down to the mat with a well-placed lariat. The stunned blonde gives a soft groan before Becky hits her with a powerful elbow drop to the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Becky stands up over the Marauder's head. She flips her skirt, revealing her huge, round ass, and gives it a few quick smacks to taunt her. “I bet you wish you had an ass as great as mine too, huh?” Becky waits a few moments, letting the fear creep into the smaller blonde’s eyes as she pieces together what the Big Bully is gonna do next, before promptly sitting on her face, adding further insult to injury. Becky gives a condescending laugh as she wiggles her hips atop her helpless opponent’s face, smothering the Marauder into submission.
She doesn’t get to enjoy the feeling for long, however, as she suddenly gets tackled from behind. “Hey! What the--,” she blurts as she falls face first to the mat. The brunette Marauder, fed up with seeing her partner getting humiliated by Becky, took matters into her own hands and attacked the Big Bully while she wasn’t looking. Before Becky really knows what’s happening, the brunette Marauder quickly puts her in an armbar, twisting the Big Bully’s arm and holding it behind her back. “The hell!? You little tramp,” Becky hisses.
The Marauder stands up with Becky, still trapped in her hold. “Let’s see how well those airbags cushion you against the corner, bitch,” she taunts, signalling her next move.
Becky is about to break free from the hold, which wasn’t that strong to begin with, but stops when she realizes she’s facing the turnbuckle she left you sitting on, quickly sensing a chance for more deviltry. “Oh no, not the corner. Anything but that,” Becky pleads halfheartedly, but it’s enough to convince the Marauder to finish her plan.
Currently out of earshot of Becky and her opponent, you can’t really tell what’s happening at the moment, but it looks like Becky’s actually having some trouble. Suddenly, you see Becky look at you with another evil smile before she starts barrelling towards you, the brunette Marauder pushing her from behind. Too surprised to react in time, you can only watch in horror as Becky crashes against the corner, and her breast land on top of the turnbuckle, instantly crushing you beneath them. Unphased by the collision, Becky giggles to herself as she feels you groan and struggle beneath her soft tits, her plan a resounding success. Thinking she’s actually doing some damage, the Marauder continues pushing Becky into the corner from behind, which only serves to make Becky’s overbearing boobs jiggle against you more, much to her amusement.
After a minute of this, Becky reaches her free hand under her breasts and subtly pokes your pulverized body into her cleavage, trapping you. After that, she quickly swings her elbow back and knocks the Marauder in the head, disorienting her enough to release the armbar. Now free, Becky quickly pulls a reversal and shoves the brunette into the corner then gives her a powerful punch to the gut. Instantly winded, the brunette collapses to the floor, her weary head resting against the turnbuckle. As she does, her blonde partner finally recovers from her stupor and sees what Becky’s done. She gets up and quickly rushes at Becky from behind, hoping to still turn things around by catching her off guard, but Becky quickly turns and grabs the blonde before she can strike. “Fool me once,” she taunts before throwing the blonde into the corner too. With another powerful punch to the gut, the blonde Marauder quickly crumples to the floor, now sitting next to her partner in the corner.
Standing above her weakened prey, Becky proudly crosses her arms, hefting her massive breasts while squeezing you a little more in between them. With a wicked smile she says, “Looks like some people still haven’t learned their place in the totem pole yet.” Becky squeezes her breasts with her arms a little more, letting you know she’s also referring to you as you feel the soft pressure increase. “You know what you two need to do,” she asks rhetorically as she turns around and flips up her skirt, mooning the Marauders with her huge booty. “Kiss. My. Ass.” With that, Becky plops her ass on the Masked Marauders, her ass big enough to smother both their faces. The Big Bully cackles as she wiggles her butt on the Marauders, loving how their weakened groans vibrating against her and how their weak attempts to push her off only amount to them helplessly groping her big butt. Getting drunk off the power she’s feeling, Becky also turns her attention to you, the tiny man who can’t escape her big tits. All while still smothering the Marauders, Becky repeatedly squeezes her breasts together with both hands, crushing you between them like she did back in her dressing room. Like the Marauders, you groan as your “partner” mercilessly smothers and crushes you with her abundant flesh, making you wish you never met Becky.
What next?
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May 31, 2023
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