You yelp in despair as one of Touko's assistant's roughly wraps her hand around your 6 inch body and covers you in darkness. You feel a lot of motion, but can't even squeeze her fingers open for all of your struggles. Suddenly, you hear the muffled roar of a crowd and are blinded by bright lights. Touch's assistant walked down the ring and carelessly through you over the top rope!
"Introducing her opponent, making his DWA debut, Tiny Tommy the Terrible!" the over the top ring announcer bellows. You rub your eyes and take in your surroundings as boos cascade over you from the crowd. Apparently the underdog story will not play well with this audience.
You stand up, but fall flat on your backside as you get an eyeful of your opponent. She would be a skyscraper even if you weren't 6 inches tall. A gorgeous, curvaceous, brunette with heavy makeup and a small mole just below her large grin is eyeing you with excited anticipation. Your opponent tonight would be Mia Moreau, known as Momma Mia in the DWA. She was clad in something that resembled a green athletic bra, except that it looked like it offered little support. Her large breasts spilled over the top. Her creamy white abdomen was bare and she wore bright red booty shorts that stopped about half way down her ass, not even attempting to cover her generous curves. Her outfit was clearly designed to resemble the colors of the Italian flag.
Her grin grew larger as the bell rang. "You look like a little braggiol honey!" she laughed "Momma's in for a treat tonight!" she squealed as she bounded toward your half of the ring.
Before she could begin the match, you fell to your knees pleading for mercy.
"Please Miss Mia! This is my first match and I they shrunk me without my permission! Would you consider....going easy on me? Maybe letting me win?" you begged full of hope.
How does the Italian Amazon respond?
"Introducing her opponent, making his DWA debut, Tiny Tommy the Terrible!" the over the top ring announcer bellows. You rub your eyes and take in your surroundings as boos cascade over you from the crowd. Apparently the underdog story will not play well with this audience.
You stand up, but fall flat on your backside as you get an eyeful of your opponent. She would be a skyscraper even if you weren't 6 inches tall. A gorgeous, curvaceous, brunette with heavy makeup and a small mole just below her large grin is eyeing you with excited anticipation. Your opponent tonight would be Mia Moreau, known as Momma Mia in the DWA. She was clad in something that resembled a green athletic bra, except that it looked like it offered little support. Her large breasts spilled over the top. Her creamy white abdomen was bare and she wore bright red booty shorts that stopped about half way down her ass, not even attempting to cover her generous curves. Her outfit was clearly designed to resemble the colors of the Italian flag.
Her grin grew larger as the bell rang. "You look like a little braggiol honey!" she laughed "Momma's in for a treat tonight!" she squealed as she bounded toward your half of the ring.
Before she could begin the match, you fell to your knees pleading for mercy.
"Please Miss Mia! This is my first match and I they shrunk me without my permission! Would you consider....going easy on me? Maybe letting me win?" you begged full of hope.
How does the Italian Amazon respond?
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May 31, 2023
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