You eventually reach a door that, you can only assume, leads to the dressing room of one of the wrestlers here. On it reads the name "Major Assets," the name surrounded by camouflage decal and military symbols. It's a little embarrassing to introduce yourself to a fellow wrestler like a confused tourist, but, since you've gotten so desperately lost, you decide to bite the bullet anyways and ask this woman for help. You just hope she'll treat you better than Touka has...
The door quickly opens before you can knock, and Debbie Sanders rushes out. She bumps into you before she can notice you, pausing when she sees you fall to the ground. You look up to see a woman, her black hair tied in a ponytail, clad in military themed clothing: green cap, sunglasses, green sports bra, army jacket, stretchy camo-colored leggings, and boots. Right away, Debbie emits an intimidating aura, but you still can't help but notice her curvy figure: large breasts above a tapered waist that expands into an astonishingly wide set of hips. You gawp while Debbie, instead of apologizing or asking if you're alright, looks you over with a stoic glance, her sunglasses concealing any emotion from you. There's a few moments of awkward silence before Debbie clears her throat, expecting you to finally speak up and explain why you're interrupting her.
Startled out of your trance, you stand up and try to stammer out a quick greeting but, frazzled by Debbie's cold stare, you wind up nervously rambling instead. "Oh,um, hi! Sorry to interrupt. Uh, my name's lost and I'm Tommy. I mean: I'm a wrestler, like you but new, and I got twisted around, not during a match but just now, trying to navigate this place. This place is just so huge, especially since your boss--our boss--injected me with a serum that shrinks me (which is a whole thing on its own), that I don't know where to go, which reminds me of that time I got lost in--"
Debbie, annoyed with your inefficient use of both your words and her time, interrupts with an authoritative "Atten-hut!" Spooked by Becky's command, you quickly shut up and stand at attention, awaiting her orders. Wait, you're not in the military. Why are you doing this? "State your name and your business, soldier," she orders.
Without thinking, you quickly obey her and say, "I'm Tommy, the newest wrestler here. I was exploring the premises but quickly lost my bearings, so I came to your door to request aid and directions...ma'am!" Something about this woman's presence, commanding yet alluring, is compelling you to follow her orders.
Debbie makes a small grimace with her full lips, the first--albeit slight--bit of emotion she's shown so far. "New wrestler?" She gives you another look over, noting how small you are (your head barely reaching above her waist). "Awfully scrawny for a wrestler. For your sake, soldier, I hope you're scrappier than you look," she coolly remarks.
"Y-Yes ma'am," you respond mindlessly, neglecting to clarify that you're only this size because of Touka's serum.
Debbie looks down the hallway, in the direction she was going."And you're lost, needing someone to hold your hand and show you around?"
"Yes ma'am, if you wouldn't mind, just--y'know--without the hand holding part," you answer skittishly, gradually coming out of your attention stance.
Debbie sighs and mutters, "Why do I always get stuck with the cadets?" She looks back at you, her cold glare snapping you back into attention. Debbie ponders for a moment and says, "Well, move it or lose it, soldier," before starting a light jog down the hallway.
Caught off guard by Debbie's running, you eventually stumble into a jog yourself. Following her lead now, you ask, "uh, does this mean you're showing me around?"
Without looking back, Debbie answers, "Nope. I'm going on my daily training regimen, which involves a run around the venue, and I'm not about to let some clueless rookie interrupt me. You are free to follow, if you can, maybe get yourself familiar with the place while you run, or you can leave your tiny ass here and keep wandering aimlessly for all eternity. Your call. I really don't care. But, if you ask me, a shrimpy rookie like you could use all the training he can get." Debbie puts her attention back on her run, her pace steadily increasing.
Just keeping up behind Debbie, you're a little annoyed by how curt and un-obliging she's being. You just want directions, not a workout. Just when you think it might be better to try and find someone else to help you, you take a good, long look at Debbie's beautiful, round butt bouncing directly in front of you in her tight, green leggings. Maybe a quick jog won't be so bad after all.
You continue to follow Debbie as she runs all throughout the wrestling venue in a long, roundabout path, and, as you pass by all its amenities, you start to understand how big this place really is. It's got everything you'd expect from a venue, just in bulk: an auditorium, ticket booths, snack bars, merchandise stands, restrooms, etc. But that's only half of it! The "employees only" section of the building, where the wrestlers and their dressing rooms reside, is fully stocked with features for the ladies to enjoy, including a lounge, a pool, a gym, and even a spa!? It's like living in a luxury hotel.
You'd be more impressed if you weren't getting so winded. You and Debbie have been jogging for a while now, much more than you've ever jogged before, and, impressively, she's not short on breath at all. You, on the other hand, are sucking wind, just barely able to keep up behind her. Frankly, you're surprised you made it this far...at least, you would be if you weren't so transfixed on Debbie's amazing ass bouncing in front of you, acting as your carrot on a stick. Her thick, toned hips rhythmically swaying back and forth. Her round cheeks making tantalizing ripples with every step she takes. It's hard to think about--much less look at--much else during this jog. You're just glad Debbie hasn't looked back at you once during this whole run. You doubt a stern woman like her would take kindly to oglers. But, no matter how compelling her ass is, you can feel that your body likely wont last much longer.
As if on cue, Debbie makes one last turn and leads you back to her dressing room. Forgetting you were right behind her, she quickly comes to a stop in front of her door, and you, exhausted and unable to think straight, aren't able to stop yourself in time, only managing to defensively lift your hands as you stumble forward. You collide with Debbie, her soft ass cushioning your face wile your hands land on each cheek and squeeze them out of reflex.
Startled, Debbie lets out a--surprisingly cute--speak. Quickly regaining her composure, she looks behind and spots you resting and wheezing against her, your heated breath making her cheeks feel even warmer. Debbie raises an eyebrow, and you panic, fearing the worst from her for your accidental groping. She says, "Oh, you're still here. I gotta admit, I wasn't expecting you to last this long. Not bad, soldier. There might be hope for you yet. If you prove yourself as a wrestler by surviving the rest of my training for today, I might just give you that personal tour like you wanted." You're amazed. Suddenly Debbie's demeanor seems completely different now. She's not even reacting to you clinging to her big ass. Apparently, she's impressed with your performance, but was that really enough to improve her cold mood this much? Taking a closer look, Debbie's face seems a little flushed, a light blush coloring her pale cheeks. Did that run tire her out more than you thought, or...
Before you can think about it any further, Debbie starts wiggling her hips, jostling your head against her cheeks. "Now, care to join me for the rest of training, soldier, or are you too preoccupied at the moment?" She lightly shoves her hips back, using just enough force to send you stumbling backwards until you can stand up on your own. You look on as Debbie marches her biggest asset inside her dressing room, compelling you to follow again. Well, you already made it this far...
What happens next?
The door quickly opens before you can knock, and Debbie Sanders rushes out. She bumps into you before she can notice you, pausing when she sees you fall to the ground. You look up to see a woman, her black hair tied in a ponytail, clad in military themed clothing: green cap, sunglasses, green sports bra, army jacket, stretchy camo-colored leggings, and boots. Right away, Debbie emits an intimidating aura, but you still can't help but notice her curvy figure: large breasts above a tapered waist that expands into an astonishingly wide set of hips. You gawp while Debbie, instead of apologizing or asking if you're alright, looks you over with a stoic glance, her sunglasses concealing any emotion from you. There's a few moments of awkward silence before Debbie clears her throat, expecting you to finally speak up and explain why you're interrupting her.
Startled out of your trance, you stand up and try to stammer out a quick greeting but, frazzled by Debbie's cold stare, you wind up nervously rambling instead. "Oh,um, hi! Sorry to interrupt. Uh, my name's lost and I'm Tommy. I mean: I'm a wrestler, like you but new, and I got twisted around, not during a match but just now, trying to navigate this place. This place is just so huge, especially since your boss--our boss--injected me with a serum that shrinks me (which is a whole thing on its own), that I don't know where to go, which reminds me of that time I got lost in--"
Debbie, annoyed with your inefficient use of both your words and her time, interrupts with an authoritative "Atten-hut!" Spooked by Becky's command, you quickly shut up and stand at attention, awaiting her orders. Wait, you're not in the military. Why are you doing this? "State your name and your business, soldier," she orders.
Without thinking, you quickly obey her and say, "I'm Tommy, the newest wrestler here. I was exploring the premises but quickly lost my bearings, so I came to your door to request aid and directions...ma'am!" Something about this woman's presence, commanding yet alluring, is compelling you to follow her orders.
Debbie makes a small grimace with her full lips, the first--albeit slight--bit of emotion she's shown so far. "New wrestler?" She gives you another look over, noting how small you are (your head barely reaching above her waist). "Awfully scrawny for a wrestler. For your sake, soldier, I hope you're scrappier than you look," she coolly remarks.
"Y-Yes ma'am," you respond mindlessly, neglecting to clarify that you're only this size because of Touka's serum.
Debbie looks down the hallway, in the direction she was going."And you're lost, needing someone to hold your hand and show you around?"
"Yes ma'am, if you wouldn't mind, just--y'know--without the hand holding part," you answer skittishly, gradually coming out of your attention stance.
Debbie sighs and mutters, "Why do I always get stuck with the cadets?" She looks back at you, her cold glare snapping you back into attention. Debbie ponders for a moment and says, "Well, move it or lose it, soldier," before starting a light jog down the hallway.
Caught off guard by Debbie's running, you eventually stumble into a jog yourself. Following her lead now, you ask, "uh, does this mean you're showing me around?"
Without looking back, Debbie answers, "Nope. I'm going on my daily training regimen, which involves a run around the venue, and I'm not about to let some clueless rookie interrupt me. You are free to follow, if you can, maybe get yourself familiar with the place while you run, or you can leave your tiny ass here and keep wandering aimlessly for all eternity. Your call. I really don't care. But, if you ask me, a shrimpy rookie like you could use all the training he can get." Debbie puts her attention back on her run, her pace steadily increasing.
Just keeping up behind Debbie, you're a little annoyed by how curt and un-obliging she's being. You just want directions, not a workout. Just when you think it might be better to try and find someone else to help you, you take a good, long look at Debbie's beautiful, round butt bouncing directly in front of you in her tight, green leggings. Maybe a quick jog won't be so bad after all.
You continue to follow Debbie as she runs all throughout the wrestling venue in a long, roundabout path, and, as you pass by all its amenities, you start to understand how big this place really is. It's got everything you'd expect from a venue, just in bulk: an auditorium, ticket booths, snack bars, merchandise stands, restrooms, etc. But that's only half of it! The "employees only" section of the building, where the wrestlers and their dressing rooms reside, is fully stocked with features for the ladies to enjoy, including a lounge, a pool, a gym, and even a spa!? It's like living in a luxury hotel.
You'd be more impressed if you weren't getting so winded. You and Debbie have been jogging for a while now, much more than you've ever jogged before, and, impressively, she's not short on breath at all. You, on the other hand, are sucking wind, just barely able to keep up behind her. Frankly, you're surprised you made it this far...at least, you would be if you weren't so transfixed on Debbie's amazing ass bouncing in front of you, acting as your carrot on a stick. Her thick, toned hips rhythmically swaying back and forth. Her round cheeks making tantalizing ripples with every step she takes. It's hard to think about--much less look at--much else during this jog. You're just glad Debbie hasn't looked back at you once during this whole run. You doubt a stern woman like her would take kindly to oglers. But, no matter how compelling her ass is, you can feel that your body likely wont last much longer.
As if on cue, Debbie makes one last turn and leads you back to her dressing room. Forgetting you were right behind her, she quickly comes to a stop in front of her door, and you, exhausted and unable to think straight, aren't able to stop yourself in time, only managing to defensively lift your hands as you stumble forward. You collide with Debbie, her soft ass cushioning your face wile your hands land on each cheek and squeeze them out of reflex.
Startled, Debbie lets out a--surprisingly cute--speak. Quickly regaining her composure, she looks behind and spots you resting and wheezing against her, your heated breath making her cheeks feel even warmer. Debbie raises an eyebrow, and you panic, fearing the worst from her for your accidental groping. She says, "Oh, you're still here. I gotta admit, I wasn't expecting you to last this long. Not bad, soldier. There might be hope for you yet. If you prove yourself as a wrestler by surviving the rest of my training for today, I might just give you that personal tour like you wanted." You're amazed. Suddenly Debbie's demeanor seems completely different now. She's not even reacting to you clinging to her big ass. Apparently, she's impressed with your performance, but was that really enough to improve her cold mood this much? Taking a closer look, Debbie's face seems a little flushed, a light blush coloring her pale cheeks. Did that run tire her out more than you thought, or...
Before you can think about it any further, Debbie starts wiggling her hips, jostling your head against her cheeks. "Now, care to join me for the rest of training, soldier, or are you too preoccupied at the moment?" She lightly shoves her hips back, using just enough force to send you stumbling backwards until you can stand up on your own. You look on as Debbie marches her biggest asset inside her dressing room, compelling you to follow again. Well, you already made it this far...
What happens next?
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May 31, 2023
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