This choice: Someone from outside the DWA, here for an exhibition match • Go Back...Chapter #4A Joyous(?) Reunion by: Zeel1   Your mind races as you trepidatiously climb into the ring. Everything's happening so fast it's barely even set in. You'd think you were dreaming if not for how much that syringe stung. It's disorienting even reaching out to the rope with your stubby arm, and mortifying seeing how small your hand is. You're so distracted by this plight, you don't even notice that a lot of the crowd is laughing at you. Your entrance while very barebones serves to make sure everyone's attention is on you, shining a spotlight on your tiny frame as the rest of the arena went dark. You come up to the center of the ring and wait for the lights to come back on, illuminating your opponent as she turns to face you.
Both of your eyes go wide simultaneously. Your opponent is a raven-haired lady, her voluminous locks flowing halfway down her back. Her dark, striking eyes perpetually pierce through your very core. Her skintight catsuit clings lovingly to her curvaceous figure. It's two toned red and black split directly down the center, adorned with a huge heart-shaped cleavage window on the chest, showing off her enormous supple breasts. By all rights, she's a bonafide knockout.
"Wh-wha..." you begin to stutter.
She cuts you off, "Tom?! You...? YOU'RE Tommy the Terrible?!"
"Uh... yep." you reply. "Hi... hi Vera."
She also happens to be your ex-girlfriend.
Her name is Vera Modvale. Years ago, back when you were roughly the same height, the two of you were quite close and aspired to break into wrestling together as a duo act. But promoters weren't interested, and over time it became clear that it was because of you. Associating herself with you actually brought down her appeal. Eventually she decided to drop the idea and go it alone. When she came to you about this, it... did not go well.
"Wow." she remarked, looking down at you with a smirk. "So they weren't kidding around, they really shrank you huh?"
So they told her. Saves some exposition then.
"It's... uh, it's been a day." you reply. "So if you know, you might know that I really need to win... could you, do me a favor and-"
"Don't even start. I'm not taking a dive for you or anyone." she's quick to interject. "This is my official tryout match! If I can impress enough here, I might finally get my first contract! You're done holding me back, Tom."
"B-But if I lose my matches I might be like this forever! It'd ruin me!"
She responds with a warm, compassionate, "Meh."
Boy did you ever come to miss that. You shake your head; you have no choice, you're going to have to seriously fight like this. You take a deep breath. Screw it. This is in many ways different from what you imagined, but you always wanted to be a wrestler and now you have a chance!
Summoning up your fire, you call out, "Fine then! If this is how it has to be... I'm taking you down, Vera!"
"Very scary little dude..." she scoffs, taking a low fighting stance, one of her powerful legs extended far to the side. "And incidentally... these days I'm calling myself Mad Love."
The bell rings and in an instant she closes the gap between you; you may have somewhat forgotten how quick she was. Thoroughly caught off-guard she manages to zip behind you and wrap her arms around your now diminutive waist. She chirps up with, "See ya, babe!" and then launches you through the air with a release German Suplex, trying to flip you right onto your face.
However you manage to flip yourself around in mid-air and land on your feet. This surprises nobody more than yourself. Seems your new body is actually a little easier to manipulate then your usual one. Sadly you're so surprised that you find yourself standing there staring at your hands, just long enough for Vera to rush up and blast you in the chest with a low dropkick. (A regular one obviously wouldn't hit you any more...)
The soles of her boots crash into you and send you sprawling back onto the mat, rolling and falling on your face. Vera - sorry, Mad Love is quick to capitalize, again wrapping her arms around your waist and lifting you up in the air. You find yourself pressed against her hip as she parades around the ring with you, lifting you with the greatest of ease. Those in the know refer to this move as a Deadlift Gutwrench, and the crowd seems to take a fair bit of joy in your plight.
"Making me look good sweetie, thanks!" she calls down to you with a shit-eating grin. After watching you struggle uselessly in her arms for a bit, she yanks you up into Powerbomb position! She gets a running start before brutally tossing you into the corner! Your back crashes painfully against the top turnbuckle and after a bit of recoil, you find yourself landing in a sitting position atop the middle buckle.
Mad Love rushes over to the opposite corner, taking a moment to play to the crowd before running all the way across the ring towards you. She smashes into you with a powerful body block, which due to the current relative heights ends up slamming her breasts directly into your face with stunning force.
She chuckles as she backs up, but a bit of intrigue flashes her eyes when she looks into yours. Without even realizing it, as you were shaking the cobwebs out, you had an enormous grin on your face. A warm smile, as though you'd just been reintroduced to close personal friends you haven't had contact with in a long time...
"Aww, you missed the girls, did you?" she taunts. "...Bet you missed this too."
She puts her fists to her hips and begins working her chest muscles... in general she's not the most muscular girl but her control there has always been intense. In an instant her enormous, beautiful breasts begin bouncing as she's standing perfectly still. Bounding up and down in a smooth rhythm with every flex, jiggling madly with every hop. Your mouth goes agape at the sight.
"Heheh... you always did have a thing for this trick..." she notes.
This is true, but from this perspective her breasts look even bigger than ever, making it all the more effective. Hypnotically they dance before you and in a matter of seconds you find yourself becoming swiftly erect. Mad Love is of course paying close attention and notices the bulge in your trunks... and begins to giggle.
"Damn... I guess they shrank everything!" she laughs.
Humiliation hits you like a bolt of lightning through your heart. You hadn't even thought about your dick yet, you haven't seen yourself naked in this body! It's true that it was rather small now though atleast it was to-scale with the rest of you...
Mad Love turns around and bends over, giving a little shimmy and reuniting you with another old friend: her ample, bopping and bouncing ass. She backs up into you, and starts grinding it into your groin, shimmying and shaking.
Your body shakes as the wave of pleasure washes over you. "Wh-wh-what are you doing...?" you ask as your ex grinds against your cock. It was hard to complain but it was the last thing you'd expect in a fight.
"Heh, I guess Touko didn't let you in on the little extra stipulation this match has..." she remarks, looking back at you with a devilish grin. "In addition to pinfall, submission and all the other ways a match can end, you can also win by... bringing your opponent to climax."
Before you can even express your shock, she grinds deeper and speeds up her little standing lap dance. She continues, "And lucky me, I remember exactly how to get your rocks off, lover. Shouldn't take too long if I recall correctly..."
Trapped by the crotch via Mad Love's smothering ass, you find yourself in quite a bind. Sure it feels magnificent, but you're doomed to lose this match if you don't get out of here in a hurry! What are you going to do...?
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