Squash Match (Literally)
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 8
You always envisioned that you would be filled with energy and excitement for your first match. Instead, you stood here 6 inches tall and terrified. You received very little reaction beyond a few laughs when they announced Tiny Tommy the Terrible making his debut.
Suddenly, the a loud Russian sounding anthem filed the arena and the crowd erupted with boos. Apparently your opponent was not a popular competitor. The ring announcer introduced Svetlana, the Iron Hammer. If you were shaking before, you were rattling when they spoke her name.
When she came into view, you desperately wanted a way to back out. But it was too late for that. Svetlana was a tall, sculpted blonde who clearly spent all of her free time in the gym lifting weights. She had muscular, well defined arms and long thick legs. Thick doesn't even begin to do them justice. They were like tree trunks. They led up to a huge, extremely firm ass that looked like it could snap a twig. The only thing that was not muscular on her body was her breasts, which jutted out proudly from her body and bounced gloriously. She was wearing a silver string bikini that disappeared completely between her muscular buttocks.
Svetlana lifted herself onto the ring apron and flexed and posed for the crowd. You retreated to the far side of the ring. She climbed the turnbuckle and did the same thing, basking in their hatred. "Svetlana crush!" she screamed. You wanted to disappear.
After a few moments, the bell rang. Svetlana looked confused. She looked to the ref and asked where her opponent was. When the ref pointed out your 6 inch self, clad just in generic wrestling trunks, Svetlana laughed and asked again. The ref assured her that you were her opponent. The Iron Hammer laughed even louder.
She again climbed the turnbuckle and yelled to the crowd. "Svetlana crush..." She turned to face you, still standing atop the turnbuckle, seemingly miles tall and pointed directly at you. "....him!" She said with a laugh. Suddenly, the boos she had been receiving started to be a mixed response. As much as the crowd disliked her, they were looking forward to seeing her tear you apart.
She jumped down to the mat and....sat down?
Svetlana slowly removed her wrestling boots, her eyes remained locked on your small body. She slowly rubbed each bare foot, licking her lips as she did it. It was like an ominous, wordless threat.
She strode toward you and you dropped to your knees to beg for mercy. For her to go easy on you. This was not what you expected!
You got a few words out when Svetlana's bare foot lifted into the air and SLAMMED down onto your defenseless body.
She peeled you off the mat and gripped you in a tight fist. She looked at you closely and said "Svetlana shows no mercy." You squeaked in fear as Svetlana smiled evilly.
She slammed you back down onto the mat and stomped on your prone body repeatedly. It was as if she was trying to bury you in canvas. You had never felt such pain!
Finally, the stomping subsided and Svetlana peeled you off again. This time, she lied down on her stomach and placed you on the back of her thick thigh. She gave you a knowing wink and reached back for her foot. She pulled her foot as close to her head as she could, trapping your body between her thigh and calf, giving you a full body scissors with just one leg. She pulled as tight as she could, somehow compressing your body even further. She had never felt such joy! Knowing she was able to destroy you so easily.
She released her hold and let you slump to the mat. Svetlana walked around the ring, soaking in the response from the crowd which had now turned to cheers! She kept her eyes on you and saw your body had managed to reform. She smiled in anticipation of finishing you.
She signaled to the crowd that she was going to put this match to an end. She raised her hands over her head and mimed as if she was bending something. She had a sadistic, twisted look in her beautiful eyes as she did this, and the crowd drank it in.
She quickly scooped you off the mat a final time. She lifted you to her face and whispered to you in heavily accented English "Prepare to be crushed Tommy."
Without another word, Svetlana wedged your 6 inch body between her muscular ass cheeks. She pushed you deep enough that just your feet were visible. You kicked and screamed for all you were worth to escape, but Svetlana held you tightly.
She looked up and yelled one word at the top of her lungs "CRUUUUSH!" And she flexed and clenched the muscles in her ass for all she was worth. You felt pain from all over, every angle. It was as if your body was put in a compactor. You were flattened, rolled up, and flattened again. Eventually, you blacked out from the pressure and pain.
When you wake up...
Suddenly, the a loud Russian sounding anthem filed the arena and the crowd erupted with boos. Apparently your opponent was not a popular competitor. The ring announcer introduced Svetlana, the Iron Hammer. If you were shaking before, you were rattling when they spoke her name.
When she came into view, you desperately wanted a way to back out. But it was too late for that. Svetlana was a tall, sculpted blonde who clearly spent all of her free time in the gym lifting weights. She had muscular, well defined arms and long thick legs. Thick doesn't even begin to do them justice. They were like tree trunks. They led up to a huge, extremely firm ass that looked like it could snap a twig. The only thing that was not muscular on her body was her breasts, which jutted out proudly from her body and bounced gloriously. She was wearing a silver string bikini that disappeared completely between her muscular buttocks.
Svetlana lifted herself onto the ring apron and flexed and posed for the crowd. You retreated to the far side of the ring. She climbed the turnbuckle and did the same thing, basking in their hatred. "Svetlana crush!" she screamed. You wanted to disappear.
After a few moments, the bell rang. Svetlana looked confused. She looked to the ref and asked where her opponent was. When the ref pointed out your 6 inch self, clad just in generic wrestling trunks, Svetlana laughed and asked again. The ref assured her that you were her opponent. The Iron Hammer laughed even louder.
She again climbed the turnbuckle and yelled to the crowd. "Svetlana crush..." She turned to face you, still standing atop the turnbuckle, seemingly miles tall and pointed directly at you. "....him!" She said with a laugh. Suddenly, the boos she had been receiving started to be a mixed response. As much as the crowd disliked her, they were looking forward to seeing her tear you apart.
She jumped down to the mat and....sat down?
Svetlana slowly removed her wrestling boots, her eyes remained locked on your small body. She slowly rubbed each bare foot, licking her lips as she did it. It was like an ominous, wordless threat.
She strode toward you and you dropped to your knees to beg for mercy. For her to go easy on you. This was not what you expected!
You got a few words out when Svetlana's bare foot lifted into the air and SLAMMED down onto your defenseless body.
She peeled you off the mat and gripped you in a tight fist. She looked at you closely and said "Svetlana shows no mercy." You squeaked in fear as Svetlana smiled evilly.
She slammed you back down onto the mat and stomped on your prone body repeatedly. It was as if she was trying to bury you in canvas. You had never felt such pain!
Finally, the stomping subsided and Svetlana peeled you off again. This time, she lied down on her stomach and placed you on the back of her thick thigh. She gave you a knowing wink and reached back for her foot. She pulled her foot as close to her head as she could, trapping your body between her thigh and calf, giving you a full body scissors with just one leg. She pulled as tight as she could, somehow compressing your body even further. She had never felt such joy! Knowing she was able to destroy you so easily.
She released her hold and let you slump to the mat. Svetlana walked around the ring, soaking in the response from the crowd which had now turned to cheers! She kept her eyes on you and saw your body had managed to reform. She smiled in anticipation of finishing you.
She signaled to the crowd that she was going to put this match to an end. She raised her hands over her head and mimed as if she was bending something. She had a sadistic, twisted look in her beautiful eyes as she did this, and the crowd drank it in.
She quickly scooped you off the mat a final time. She lifted you to her face and whispered to you in heavily accented English "Prepare to be crushed Tommy."
Without another word, Svetlana wedged your 6 inch body between her muscular ass cheeks. She pushed you deep enough that just your feet were visible. You kicked and screamed for all you were worth to escape, but Svetlana held you tightly.
She looked up and yelled one word at the top of her lungs "CRUUUUSH!" And she flexed and clenched the muscles in her ass for all she was worth. You felt pain from all over, every angle. It was as if your body was put in a compactor. You were flattened, rolled up, and flattened again. Eventually, you blacked out from the pressure and pain.
When you wake up...
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May 31, 2023
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