You had no idea what had happened. One moment, you were living your normal day-to-day life. The next, you were waking up in an unfamiliar room. Except, your mind boggled as you realized what was different about this room.
It was HUGE!
From the wooden lockers aligning the monolithic walls, to the furniture. Even the items left on a ginormous table in the distance looked bigger than you by far.
Looking around to survey the extraordinarily, gigantic landscape, that's when it hit you.
Everything wasn't huge. You were just very, very small.
The realization was enough to keep your head spinning, until you shook yourself out of it. You had to find someone who could help you. After all, there was only a slim chance that you could survive living in a giant's world by yourself. The odds were just as small as you were.
You then became increasingly aware of some noise coming from the gigantic TV mounted on the wall. To you, it was even larger than a cinema screen.
"And in a few minutes, Liv Morgan takes on Ronda Rousey for the SmackDown Women's Championship. Can Liv take back the championship which was once hers only a few short months ago?"
That's when everything clicked into place. The live feed of a WWE premium live event, waking up in a gigantic locker room. You were likely backstage at the arena. Which meant there would be no shortage of superstars to call on for help.
However, the biggest problem wasn't being star struck, introducing yourself to the larger-than-life wrestlers. It was because they would be literally larger than life, and you'd have to make sure you picked one of the nicer personalities, who would be more likely to help you. After all, you had no doubts that some of the more nefarious wrestlers would take the opportunity of finding a tiny person to torture them, just for the power they'd feel.
You were about to call out for help, when you heard a loud pounding coming from across the room. Turning around, your mouth fell open when you saw a woman walking out from you assumed was the locker room bathroom.
It was none other than the challenger herself, Liv Morgan, clearly dressed to compete in her usual ring gear consisting of fishnets and a matching black brassiere/trunks combo. Her platinum blond hair looked radiant as it jostled with every step. Held within her black brassiere, you couldn't help noticing her perky breasts bouncing within the fishnets she wore over her upper body. From your vantage point, you could see just how tremendously thick her toned thighs were, surely large and muscular enough to pop you if you ended up between them.
As she got closer, you could see just how pretty her slightly round face was. Not even TV did justice to how stunningly beautiful the buxom blond was in person. Her natural beauty was accentuated by her make-up, her soft lips filled out with a subtle shade of lipstick, and enough black eyeshadow to draw attention to her eyes.
It was those entrancing blue eyes which had you concerned. Sure, the wide baby blue orbs didn't make her look suspicious. But as an avid member of the WWE Universe, you were well aware that Liv had gained a crazy streak as of late, going to the extreme. At the moment, her aggression was reserved for anyone who messed with her. But who was to say she would be kind to you, if she held so much power over you?
Hope. That's what said she would be kind. Because looking around, Liv was the only person in sight. And despite her recent change in behavior, she had come across as a bubbly, down to earth superstar throughout her entire run on the SmackDown roster. There was a reason she was beloved by millions, a firm fan favorite. You could only hope that affection could be a two-way street.
As much as you thought minutes before her big match wasn't the best time to reveal yourself to Liv Morgan and potentially mess up her focused mind, you also considered that waiting until after the match probably wasn't such a good option. Not only could someone more malevolent come along before then, but you imagined that if Liv lost her big title match, she'd be fairly upset. Upset definitely wasn't what you wanted to be faced with, out of fear of that upset manifesting into something darker.
You watched as Liv bent over in front of you to pick up and begin shrugging on the furry jacket she'd started wearing to the ring recently. As she bent over to pick it up, you couldn't help gasping in a mixture of amazement and fear as her gargantuan ass came closer towards you. The expanse of butt meat peeking out from beneath her cheeky black ring trunks was something which would normally be a welcome sight to you. But at your greatly reduced size, it posed a very real threat.
Liv Morgan had a naturally plump posterior, even at normal size. But to you? Her booty would surely squash you if you ended up underneath it. Which was a very real possibility. You had to hope she'd want to help you.
You breathed out a sigh of relief as Liv straightened back up again, her monstrously large butt jiggling above you.
It was at the same moment you looked down and realized that the surface you were standing on was a chair. A very scary place to be, considering your diminutive and vulnerable stature.
But luckily, Liv looked like she was turning around, rather than sitting down.
What is her reaction when she turns around and spots you?
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