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Your favourite superstars from the WWE shrink or grow to wreak havoc.
This choice: Turture the little punk  •  Go Back...
Chapter #4

Evan's Tormented

    by: Just Joe Author IconMail Icon
Holy shit - this was turning out to be the best day ever! I had just had fun working over studly little Evan in the ring. Even though he was 165 pounds of pure muscle on a 5'8" frame, he was obviously no competition against my 7' and 440 pounds. You can imagine that it was like him fighting nearly 3 wrestlers his own size - ha. Now, as I look down at him, he is tangled up in his singlet. He can't be any taller than 4 inches. He's less than half the length of my thick cock! Speaking of that, my cock is starting to engorge and tent out my singlet. When he looks up and notices my monstrous body looking down on him, he is going to piss himself. I slide the straps of my singlet past my broad shoulders, revealing my gigantic hairy chest. To a normal-sized man, my awesome body, shaved head and thick goatee are intimidating - but at 4 inches, it is likely horrific.

"Hey little jobber, you waiting around for me to punish you more?" I laugh as I reach down with my massive hand and pull him out of his sweaty uniform. Evan realizes his situation and starts pounding uselessly against my fat fingers, instructing me to, "Set me down and get some help!" Oh poor little Evan, he has no idea that he is in no position to be barking orders. "Shut up little shit or you'll be even sorrier!" I threaten the little guy. I swear to fuck that he doesn't even weigh a pound at his new height. He's got a great little naked body, so I decide to have a little fun with him. I hold him tightly in my fist with just his shoulders and head popping out the top. I lift up my pit and he starts begging for mercy.

"Shit, my pit smells a bit funky. What do you think?" I raise his trapped body until his face is directly in my hairy armpit. It is making me even hornier feeling his tiny head drag along my rank furry hell. I let my arm down and leave him stuck in my muscular armpit. Walking over to the door, I make sure it is locked and then slide completely out of my gear. Now that I am in my glorious birthday suit, I pull him out and take a deep whiff. He smells musky like me which only gets my cock harder. I snake my gargantuan tongue out and lick some of my sweat off my new toy. He cringes and whimpers.

"Look boy, you aren't even half as tall as my monster schlong!" I love seeing him so helpless as I leave him clutching to my cock for life. Hmmmm, I wouldn't mind making him get me off. But, it might be a bit more fun to start where I left off in the ring - torturing him with every painful wrestling hold I can think of.

You have the following choices:

1. Big Show uses Evan for sex!

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2. Wrestling Mismatch Continues

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3. Someone Bangs on Dressing Room Door

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