You covered your eyes in response to the light as you woke up. Your mind was in a daze, you had the most horrible nightmare. No more Supranoes or Jersey Shore reruns for you.
As your eyes adjisted, you gasped and reality sunk in. That wasn't a dream. You were really a full time, 6 inch tall wrestler. And you had just been "handed" your first defeat by the massive Italian backside of Momma Mia!
Not only that, but she was standing above you with the biggest grin on her face as you woke up! No longer in the ring, you must be in her dressing room!
"Hey Tommy, how was your little nap?" Mia asked. You were surprised by her voice. She still had an accent but it wasn't nearly as pronounced. She laughs at your reaction.
"Yeah, I get a little carried away with my character sometimes. What can I say? Italian pride. Call me Mia. Sorry if things got a little rough out there, but I like to give the fans a good show."
Her calm demeanor put you at ease. Until she lifted you up. Her grip was light, but you were still uncertain about her and her intentions.
"You gave me quite a surprise out there yourself fella. I didn't expect your little Tommy to give me such a 'How You Doin' as he did when I dropped you down my shorts." She was, of course, referring to your erection during the match.
"I mean, my girls usually get plenty of attention. But all my big ass gets is me into trouble." She says, her cheerful attitude clearly losing some of its luster.
Finally you speak up.
"Don't be silly Mia. You're gorgeous!" You say honestly and enthusiastically. "All of you is gorgeous. And you have evidence that I mean that and I'm not just saying it because I'm small enough for you to make into a meatball."
Mia smiles and laughs at your play on her Italian gimmicks. "You mean that Tommy? I mean, a cute guy like you isn't grossed out seeing me squeeze into this small....tight...outfit?" She asks. She seductively draws out the last few words, but it still feelsays a bit forced.
"Not for a second." You answer.
Mia smiles. "Good. So you won't mind joining me and my tight outfit for a little more fun?" Mia says, with her broad smile returning.
Doesn't look like you have much of a choice. The question is, which personality is truly closer to the real Mia? Gentle, loving, and a bit shy like she seems in the locker room? Or was she an aggressive Italian playing mind games before her real fun began?
As your eyes adjisted, you gasped and reality sunk in. That wasn't a dream. You were really a full time, 6 inch tall wrestler. And you had just been "handed" your first defeat by the massive Italian backside of Momma Mia!
Not only that, but she was standing above you with the biggest grin on her face as you woke up! No longer in the ring, you must be in her dressing room!
"Hey Tommy, how was your little nap?" Mia asked. You were surprised by her voice. She still had an accent but it wasn't nearly as pronounced. She laughs at your reaction.
"Yeah, I get a little carried away with my character sometimes. What can I say? Italian pride. Call me Mia. Sorry if things got a little rough out there, but I like to give the fans a good show."
Her calm demeanor put you at ease. Until she lifted you up. Her grip was light, but you were still uncertain about her and her intentions.
"You gave me quite a surprise out there yourself fella. I didn't expect your little Tommy to give me such a 'How You Doin' as he did when I dropped you down my shorts." She was, of course, referring to your erection during the match.
"I mean, my girls usually get plenty of attention. But all my big ass gets is me into trouble." She says, her cheerful attitude clearly losing some of its luster.
Finally you speak up.
"Don't be silly Mia. You're gorgeous!" You say honestly and enthusiastically. "All of you is gorgeous. And you have evidence that I mean that and I'm not just saying it because I'm small enough for you to make into a meatball."
Mia smiles and laughs at your play on her Italian gimmicks. "You mean that Tommy? I mean, a cute guy like you isn't grossed out seeing me squeeze into this small....tight...outfit?" She asks. She seductively draws out the last few words, but it still feelsays a bit forced.
"Not for a second." You answer.
Mia smiles. "Good. So you won't mind joining me and my tight outfit for a little more fun?" Mia says, with her broad smile returning.
Doesn't look like you have much of a choice. The question is, which personality is truly closer to the real Mia? Gentle, loving, and a bit shy like she seems in the locker room? Or was she an aggressive Italian playing mind games before her real fun began?
121 views
·
May 31, 2023
Sign in to comment