I sat in my dressing room, a huge smile on my face. It was my debut appearance for this big-time wrestling organization. They’d been overjoyed with my auditions and had signed me up immediately as their new big thing... literally. My contract was befitting for a woman of my size and stature, and for tonight’s appearance alone I was being paid a million dollars.
“Give ‘em the best and most amazing spectacle they’ve ever seen,” the head of T.A.W said to me a few days ago, and that was exactly what I was going to do. Whoever was facing me in that ring tonight had no idea what was in store for them. But one thing was for sure – they wouldn’t be walking out of the stadium once I was through.
There was a gentle knock on my door and a woman’s voice said timidly, “urrm, excuse me, Jumba, this is your curtain call.”
My smile grew, and I raised myself to my full height, the ultra-reinforced bench I’d been sitting on groaning and creaking with relief at my departure. I walked across my huge spacious dressing room and opened the over-sized door. Standing in the corridor by the wall was a woman much smaller than me, a bunny girl, but that was nothing new – everybody was smaller than me. I took a step forward and was now standing right next to her, towering over her and utterly dwarfing her petite 5’0 petite frame. She swallowed hard, and I suddenly noticed that her whole body was trembling in my vast shadow. I was super-horny at the prospect of the fun I was about to have in the ring, and so I decided to enjoy a little warm-up fun, too.
I reached one of my huge arms down and wrapped my big, soft hand around her throat. I lifted her easily off the floor so she was dangling in mid-air, her eyes level with me. “I’ll give you two choices, girl,” I said menacingly, “option one is I slam my full weight against this wall and crush over eighty percent of the bones in your body to dust without even breaking a sweat...”
She shook her head desperately as her eyes bulged out of their sockets. She grappled with her tiny, manicured hands at my huge, thick wrist that she couldn’t come near to closing her hands around and whimpered pathetically.
“or,” I continued, “you can see what I have in store for you in about a minute’s time. Of course, for all you know, that could be me giving you a suitcase full of cash, or it could be me throwing you into the ring and splashing you, full weight, just for fun.”
I lowered her down the wall a little, and stepped forward slightly. My vast spandex-covered belly was now about an inch from her tiny, terrified body. Still gasping for air, she continued to try and wriggle free of my iron grip. It wasn’t going to happen.
“So,” I growled, “do you gamble and hope that option B is something nice? Or do you accept option A, knowing that I’ll crush you flatter than a pancake, but at least I’ll make it quick for you. Like I said, option B could be a steak dinner, or I might spend ten minutes slowly crushing your skinny-ass to amuse the huge crowd out there – I’m sure they’d love to listen to your agonized screaming as I slowly roll my bulk over your little rib cage.” I stepped forward some more so that she could feel some belly flab begin to press against her. “Snap, snap, snap, snap.”
I let out a booming laugh and released my grip, taking a small step backwards. In my huge shadow, the woman fell in a heap and coughed and gasped, clutching her throat. “N... no...! Please!”
I boomed down at her. “Ten seconds, girl, and then I decide for you. And trust me... you DON’T want that.”
“Please, Jumba, please don’t do this. I beg you!”
“Five seconds, girl.”
She screamed desperately, “option B! Please! Option B! Just please don’t crush me!”
I smiled. “Good choice. Let’s go and have some fun.”
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The enormous curtains covering the specially enlarged doorway pulled apart and I stepped out into the blazing spotlights. There was a collective gasp as the audience suddenly realized just how massive an eight-foot tall elaphant who weighed well over one and a half tons was. I stood there and slowly panned my head around the stunned audience who were now beginning to clap and cheer, a sense of just how badly this jobber was going to get hurt beginning to dawn on them.
The tiny clipboard bunny was standing behind me, completely obscured by my massively wide hips and legs, her pathetic whimpering now drowned out by the audience, some of whom were standing and cheering me. I reached behind me and grabbed hold of the scruff of her neck, bunching up her silky blouse, and I effortlessly lifted her into view, holding her high above me to make sure everyone got a good view. Once again, a big gasp came from the audience as they saw the terrified little rabbit squirming in my vise-like grip.
I looked down the walkway and into the ring; I could almost smell the fear from the jobber I was about to demolish. His eyes were wide and his mouth had dropped open, and I had no doubt that his legs would be trembling. I pointed at him and then at the skinny woman, before mouthing the words, ‘you’re next’. I wasn’t sure he could understand what I’d said, but he’d get the idea shortly.
Suddenly, a powerful spotlight was illuminated, just as we’d rehearsed, and its beam shone directly down onto something most people hadn’t noticed before: a brand new white Fiat 500 was between me and the ring. I walked up to it, slamming my feet down to increase the vibrations that the people seated near me would feel, and stopped. I looked down at the tiny car, and then at the skinny bunny in my grip. I smiled at her, and she began to panic even more. Although she didn’t know what I had in mind, she knew it probably wouldn’t be good for her.
“I actually quite like you,” I bellowed to her over the noise of the crowd, who were now going apoplectic with excitement, “so I’ll give you a bit of advice. Passenger footwell.”
She screwed her face up slightly, not understanding, so I continued. “You and I are going to have a date sometime very soon, so I don’t want you injured too badly. I’ll say again: passenger footwell.”
She gibbered and squirmed, but I ignored her and leaned down to open the tiny door. I looked her in the face and smiled as tears flowed down her cheeks. “Good luck!”
“N… no! Oh God please, NO! Massive Momma! I’m begging you, please don’t--”
I shoved her puny body into the car and slammed the door; the locks automatically activated, so she wasn’t going anywhere. Now the crowd was intrigued.
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Jobber Fox was shaking like a leaf as he watched the behemoth of a elaphant effortlessly throw some poor rabbit into the car and slam the door. The woman banged on the windows frantically, but the gigantic wrestler ignored her and turned to face Jobber. She looked him right in the eyes and gave the fox an evil smile. Her belly and boobs were gigantic, but so was her immense ass and thighs, all of which had been crammed into a woefully inadequate lycra one-piece swimsuit-type thing, and every single roll and wave of fat and flab was trying to burst out of it.
Before he knew what was going on, the massive mountain of bulk slowly sat her one and a half tons of weight down onto the roof of the car! Her ass was so incredibly wide that it covered the entire area of the car, and still had some to spare. The crowd had gone completely silent as they looked on this incredible scene; they were certainly getting their money’s worth tonight.
Jobber heard a loud clunk as the body of the car hit the floor, its shocks compressed totally, and then the groaning of tortured metal began to fill the air. Muffled screams could also be faintly heard from the terrified Rabbit inside the car.
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I heard the tiny car bottom out and then felt the roof begin to crumple under my gigantic ass. The little bunny in the car was still pleading for her life, and I casually wondered whether she’d taken my advice on board or not. If not, she’d be enjoying a many-month hospital stay quite soon, but if she had curled herself into the passenger footwell, she should survive pretty much unscathed; I planned to go easy on that small area of the car. I really did want a date night with the scrawny little thing.
Suddenly, shattering glass noises echoed around the arena, the frames for the windows now bent too far out of shape, and the previously muted screaming was now loud and for all to hear. A huge cracking noise came from under the car somewhere, and I figured an axel had just snapped or perhaps the suspension had lost its fight with my weight.
I’d reached the tipping point of balance, and couldn’t really control my descent any more, so I leaned back and let my full weight drop onto the tiny car. The roof buckled and crumpled immediately under my one and a half ton weight, and then the rest of the car’s body crumpled under me, too. I was deliberately leaning my weight slightly away from the passenger side, focusing it on the driver’s side and the rear seats instead.
Finally, my massive bulk came to a halt, and I sat there enjoying listening to the echoes of the mangled, crushed metal fade around me. I could also hear sobbing and whimpering from somewhere underneath me; perhaps she’d made it into the footwell after all. The crowd went totally wild and everybody leapt to their feet, screaming and cheering with delight at what they’d just seen.
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