"Anyway, today we'll be checking out that women's wrestling league, remember!" Riley said with growing excitement, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Oh? You finally managed to get some tickets?" You asked, having to take a mental second to even remember what your daughter was talking about.
"Yep! We've got one unaffected and one affected ticket for today's matches!" Riley was practically bursting with enthusiasm. "It'll be our first of hopefully many trips to the Fierce Fighting Femme Fatale League!"
You forced yourself to smile, even if you were certainly less overjoyed than your athletics-focused daughter.
The Fierce Fighting Femme Fatale league (often simplified to just 'Fatale League') had cropped up a few years back as a major women's wrestling league in your state, but was only now gaining notoriety country-wide. Conceptually, it wasn't hard to see why it would be popular. The toughest and most curvaceous women in the fitness world showboating and grandstanding before ravenous and drunk fans while beating the stuffing out of each other? Your younger non-married self would've been interested enough to attend, for certain.
Nowadays, scantily-clad women beating each other up wasn't exactly something you actively sought out as entertainment, especially when you only had eyes of attraction towards your killer wife. The Fatale League had also spread onto cable television and even streaming services too, so if you truly had to get your fix you could just watch online. Still, you supposed that there was a certain allure to watching a sporting event in person, and Riley's enthusiasm was at least partially infectious, so you couldn't help but be hopeful for a fun day with your daughter.
With your plans made, Riley finished getting ready for the day, and then scooped you up. After bidding Mari and Juli farewell, the two of you headed out and got into Riley's car. Your daughter then dropped you into her cupholder and started the car, and you very quickly clambered out of the cupholder and onto the empty passenger seat seconds before Riley dropped her water bottle into the same cupholder she'd put you in. You'd gotten crushed in that manner way too many times to have not learned your lesson (even if, sadly, Riley herself hadn't recognized the issue).
It was about an hour drive to the complex where the Fatale League was held, consisting of a surprisingly large stadium connected to a gym and various private training quarters and changing rooms. The parking lot was massive, yet even more surprising was just how packed it was. As Riley parked and then scooped you up onto her shoulder, it began to dawn on you just how massive the Fatale League had become, and you couldn't help but gulp nervously at the prospect of your easily distractible daughter shoving her way to the front of a crowded pack of fans and losing you along the way. Just to be safe, you held even tighter to a strand of her hair.
As Riley waited in line to show her tickets to the guard at the front, you glanced to the side and spotted posters of three of the headlining ladies at the Fatale League. The league had nearly a hundred different women participating, but a few stars still shone brighter than the rest. Even with your limited knowledge compared to Riley, you recognized the three wrestling superstars on the posters.
First was Kaylin Macon, known in the Fatale League as the 'Big Booty Bandit' (or TripleB). Her entire schtick was dressing up as a sexy thief, her premiere outfit consisting of a tight black leather bodice and equally as skin-tight black leather leggings that clung to her body like a second layer of skin. From the sheerness of how tightly she was held, it was always clear she didn't wear underwear in the ring. She carried herself with a false sense of shyness and modesty, luring her opponents into her tricky web. Her long dark hair completed the look, and befitting her title, her ass was gigantic. Nearly a duplicate of other monumental derrieres you'd faced in your life (Cass and Lihua chief among them), the Big Booty Bandit had a whole bakery back there, to be sure.
The second poster was of one of the favorites amongst affected fans, as it featured a rare tag-team duo of 'Pirate Patty' and 'Tiny Tits'. Their real names Patricia and Pauline Franklin, they were a pair of sisters with Patty being unaffected and her little sis being a tiny. The two were similar in many ways (strawberry-blonde hair, tanned and freckled complexions, rambunctious and foul-mouthed demeanor), but they couldn't be more different physically. Patty was a titan of a woman, standing at 6'3" with a hefty amount of intimating curves, while Pauline was of course an inch tall and skinny and flat-chested as could be. Still, with their matching and eye-catching pirate attire, they made a formidable pair in the ring.
Lastly, the final poster depicted Henrietta 'The Haughty' Wrothsfield, who most assuredly made an impression on anyone who laid eyes on her. Making true the claim of her titular personage, Henrietta was narcissism and entitlement personified, believing herself better than everyone around her inside and outside the ring. She had a lot in her corner, of course, having been born with blessed genetics that granted her an absurdly curvy and beautiful physical form, and her family showered her with gifts and money since she was born. She really worked her magic in the ring, wooing fans with impressive moves and her even more noteworthy attire, or lack thereof, typically wearing little more than a stringy bikini top and a miniscule thong hidden under scandalous fish net stockings. Personality-wise, though, she was a nightmare and most of her fellow wrestlers hated her.
After Riley and you finished processing your tickets, you both were let into the lobby of the stadium, which was packed with fans and merchandise booths. Riley's excitement nearly sent you flying as she jostled around the place securing as much merch as possible, and stuffing it all into her backpack. You were almost tempted to just jump into her backpack and hide away in their for safety, as the idea of being lost amidst the hordes of female fans (not a single guy in sight, really) did not strike your fancy.
You did spot something, however, that gave you pause. Over to the far side of the lobby, there was a table staffed by a Fatale League employee, and you spotted a group of tiny guys standing on the table itself. Above the table was a sign that read 'VOLUNTEERS FOR THE EVENT'. You had no idea what that was about, but it gave you an unsettling feeling for some reason. You hadn't heard about any event involving affected, aside from official Fatale League tiny wrestlers.
Eventually (with some prodding from you), Riley was steered in the direction of the stadium itself, heading off to claim her seat. However, she barely made it two steps down the hallway before screeching in excitement at the sight of none other than TripleB, Pirate Patty and Tiny Tits, and The Haughty heading towards her. The three women had just wrapped up a training match before the big exhibition showdowns to come, and were on their way to the changing room for some cool down relaxation.
Squealing with excitement, Riley rushed forward and eagerly asked each woman to sign her program flier, to which each woman acquiesced. You, meanwhile, buried yourself in the crook of Riley's ear, not wanting to catch the eye of the gargantuan wrestlers. Surely, the women had plenty of affected fans and would treat you just fine, but years of assuming the best and receiving the worst from giantesses in your life had still taken its toll on your self-confidence and trust issues.
Unfortunately, your decision proved to be a catastrophic one, as once Riley finished getting her signatures, she felt your presence behind her ear...without realizing that it was you! She simply coiled up a finger and flicked at your body, absentmindedly removing the 'itch' bothering her as she headed into the stadium to grab a seat.
What happens?
1) You fly away from Riley's flick, and land in the exposed cleavage of The Haughty. Henrietta spots you instantly and sneers with disgusting. Presuming you to be a perverted fan, she leaves you stuck there, figuring you can go ahead and adorn her flawless body as a crushed little sticker on her boobs for a day...or two...or three.
2) You fly away from Riley's flick, and land on the retreating bubble butt of TripleB. Kaylin feels you immediately and retrieves you, but she instantly becomes enamored by your apparent 'boldness' in 'flirting' with her. Before you can clear the misunderstanding, you find yourself shoved deep into her all-consuming rear end, the Big Booty Bandit intending to keep you trapped all day until she can smuggle you home for herself!
3) You fly away from Riley's flick, and end up tangled in the red locks of Pirate Patty. When Patty strips and goes to cool off with a shower, however, you're discovered by Pauline 'Tiny Tits', and revealed to Patty. The two sisters are furious to find a creepy stalker in the shower with them, and decide to punish you just like a fearsome pirate would!
4) You fly away from Riley's flick, and fall to the floor at the feet of a Fatale League employee. Confusing you for another willing volunteer, the woman snatches you up and takes you to the table in the lobby, then gathers you and all the other tinies and brings you to the ring. It turns out that the first event of the day is a Free-For-All Stomp Fest with all the leading league ladies having it out with you and the other volunteers!
5) You hang on for dear life despite Riley's flick, and are carried with her safely to your seat...right in the middle of a huge crowd of drunk women cheering and hollering. How does attempting to watch the match go with such rowdy fans all around you?
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