Truly, you were at fault for letting it slip from your mind just how dangerously forgetful your daughter could be. When Riley's finger cracked into your gut and you felt the first blast of force propelling into you, you could really only sigh with resignation.
Well, certainly not only sigh. You did scream, as frankly anyone would do when hit with the force of a freight train to the abdomen and sent flying through the air at Mach speed. All your surroundings flashed past your view, and you could do nothing but helplessly spin through the air from the power inherit in your giantess daughter's casual flick.
Fate seemed to be partially shining upon you, at least, as the first few obstacles in your path you narrowly avoided on your high-speed uncontrolled flight through the air. You weaved right through a gap in Pirate Patty's bright red hair, skimmed along the side of The Haughty's prodigiously pronounced chest without getting caught, and then bounced off the perky, gargantuan glutes of TripleB, their sheer girth further catapulting you along your crazy journey.
Finally, your momentum slowed, and the arc of your trajectory began to fade. By this point you were closer to the lobby, the three wrestlers having slipped into their locker room and Riley blissfully unaware continued on into the arena stands. You were alone, but you didn't have much time to think about how dangerous that could be before you slapped down onto the dirty tiled floor. Thankfully, your angle kept you from completely smushing, but you still skidded along.
Eyes widening, you let out a cry as the last vestiges of your momentum propelled you right into the chunky heel of a boot. You slammed against it roughly, grunting from the pain. After a moment, you peeled back from the boot and groaned, looking up into the air...
...and making eye contact with a bespectacled giantess, peering down at you with an inquisitive, vaguely amused smile.
"Ah, thought I felt something." The girl's smile grew a bit wider. "Hey there, little fella. Dangerous place to mess around, huh? You almost ended up as gunk under my sole, and it wouldn't be the first time a reckless tiny got himself into that particular pickle. It can't be fun, considering all the walking I do." The girl laughed, but not flat-out cruelly despite her somewhat callous remark. You noticed an employee lanyard hanging around her neck, and her slightly blasé attitude towards tinies became a bit more understandable.
It was seeming likely that the Fatale League was, perhaps, not exactly the safest place for affected to be hanging around.
The girl bent down, momentarily causing your heart to skip a beat as her visage filled your view. She laughed again softly at your reaction, her expression turning contrite.
"Ah, sorry, little guy. Didn't mean to spook ya! You little things just scare so easily. Guess it must be scary living at such a tiny size, huh? Still, that makes you volunteering for this all the more impressive! So, keep on keeping on, sweet little kid!"
Kid? Does she think all tinies are children? You thought to yourself, rolling your eyes.
You opened your mouth to speak, hoping to clear up the misunderstanding and get her to stop using that slightly infantilizing tone of voice...but then your brain caught up to something she'd just said.
Wait...did she say something about volunteering? Volunteering for what?
Unfortunately, your recognition caused you to fall silent, and even though it was only for a second, that one second of silence sealed your fate. Before you could regain your composure and speak your mind, the employee had stood back up, began walking, and (worst of all) cradled you against her not-insubstantial chest. Though it was surely meant to be a soothing hug, the pressure was just enough to smash you flat against her breasts, and prevent you from wriggling away or crying out. Especially as she started walking, and her obviously-braless chest jostled with intensity even under her blazer, smearing against you as she moved.
"This Free-For-All Stomp Fest seemed like kinda a gimmick, at first." The employee continued speaking, and you strained to hear her through the muffling face-full of boobs you were being subjected to. "But, the event organizers promised us it'd be a big hit, and they were totally right. We're sold out! It's kinda a one-of-a-kind event, too. Our lovely ladies can strut their stuff, and lucky little cuties like you get to join in the action! It'll be an unforgettable day!"
The girl approached the table that you'd noticed earlier with the 'VOLUNTEERS FOR THE EVENT' sign, and she deposited you gently beside about nineteen other affected guys. Your body was slightly crumpled from the up-close titty treatment the employee had forced upon you, and yet it surprised you to see envy in the eyes of your fellow affected. Apparently, the employee had spoken true. They really were all willing volunteers itching to get up-close and personal with their favorite wrestling stars.
The very idea of that terrified you!
Did your fellow affected here not realize what a Free-For-All Stomp Fest was going to entail? Did they think it was just going to be some fun to-do where everyone laughed and smiled and had a great time? You'd laid eyes on only three of the Fatale League's professional wrestlers so far, and each was a woman of curvaceous proportion beyond belief, with reputations for being crowd-pleasers and merciless to their foes. If you didn't escape now, you'd end up a smushed blob at the end of it, at best! Why would anyone sign up for this willingly?
And yet escape you did not, as before you could do a thing, the employee produced a black-and-gold sparkly box inlaid with red velvet padding. The nineteen volunteers cheered and eagerly jumped into the box. You, meanwhile, thrashed and tried to escape, but the employee merely chuckled at your 'silly display' before she gently prodded your still-reforming body into the box. Once you were inside, she sealed the lid and strolled back off with the box tucked under her arm.
You finally reformed, but the box was shaking too much for you to try and climb to safety or tear a small hole and escape. Plus, you could hardly focus with all the noise. At first, it was just your fellow (extremely crazy, misguided, and probably masochistic) affected, who were joyously chatting about which wrestlers they hoped talked to them or interacted with them. But, as your joyful captor strolled on, even their noise was drowned out by the piercing roars and shouts of the arena crowd.
You were out of time.
No sooner had you thought that then your box prison was tipped over, and you and the other nineteen tiny guys tumbled out into the middle of the wrestling ring. Immediately you were assaulted by the noise and bright lights, and a moment later by the particular earthen scent of a sweat-soaked matt. A shadow fell upon you a moment later, and you craned your neck up to see a towering, thin but still modestly curvy woman clad in a scandalously short tight red sparkly dress. She had a microphone in her hand, and an award-winning smile.
"Ladies, ladies, ladies!" The woman (Sandy Smackdown, the Fatale League's premier MC) cried. "It's the moment you've all been waiting for. The dawn of our brand new monthly event, the Free-For-All Stomp Fest! Twenty little tinies versus every lovely lady our league throws their way! Who will come out on top? Will any of our volunteers survive? And how much fun will our ladies have putting these squishy guys in their rightful place? Scream if you're excited!"
The arena erupted into screams that nearly burst your eardrums, and you looked up at Sandy just in time to watch her smirk down at you and your fellow affected. A jolt of terror ran through you, and you glanced at the other nineteen tinies to see if they were terrified too...only to see them lecherously staring up Sandy's skirt instead. You really were in the sort of company that gave tinies a bad name.
*****
In the stands, Riley blinked. Once, then twice. Her jaw dropped.
The camera had panned and zoomed-in to show the gathered group of tiny volunteers for the Stomp Fest, and right their without mistake was you! Her own father, right there on the Fatale League stage! It was almost impossible to believe, but there it was!
Riley gasped.
Was this why you'd been so cagey about attending Fatale League in the past? Why you'd always made excuses not to go with her? Because you'd secretly joined as a volunteer for the Stomp Fest? Had you been embarrassed, or had you been planning a big reveal later on? Had you always wanted to be a wrestler, or was this some new thing?
Regardless of the reason, a huge grin spread on Riley's face, and she cupped her hands around her mouth.
"Woooo! Get 'em, dad!" Riley screamed.
*****
Sandy stopped smirking down at you, and returned to addressing the crowd. "Alright ladies, I want to hear those hands clapping, because I think it's time for the real stars of the show to take the stage! Turn your attention to the entry walkway, because our lovely ladies of the ring are coming in now!" Sandy cheered, and the crowd roared even louder as the curtain pulled back, sparks flew, bombastic music kicked in, and the Fatale League's heavy hitters strolled into view.
You gulped heavily, knowing what was to come next would suck however it played out.
1) The contenders for the match are The Haughty, TripleB, and Pirate Patty. The trio all launch themselves at you and the others in one big brawl.
2) The contenders for the match are The Haughty, TripleB, and Pirate Patty. The trio decide to take turns, though, one-by-one having their fun with you all.
3) The contenders for the match are wrestlers you haven't met yet, making them total mysteries as to how they'll act and what miseries they'll inflict upon you.
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