The Big Bully

You balk as you approach the ring and spot your opponent: Becky Peters, the Big Bully. Since this is your first match at the DWA, you didn’t know who to expect as your opponent, but you certainly weren’t expecting a women clad in a girl’s high school uniform that’s clearly much too small for her. Living up to the “Big” in her name, Becky easily towers over you, and her abundant curves are making her skimpy outfit literally burst at the seams, drawing even more attention to herself.

As you climb into the ring, you see that she’s been posturing to the crowd while waiting for you, boasting of her upcoming victory and all the horrible things she’ll do to you. You recoil a little when she finally turns and spots you, a predatory look in her eye. She quickly sizes you up and gives a smug look, knowing she’s got this in the bag. “So this is the newest chump that thinks he can take on me, the Big Bully,” she yells into the mic she’s holding. “Ha, please! I bet this twerp couldn’t even wrestle his way out of a wet paper bag, let alone stand up to me. Get ready, half-pint, cause I’mma ‘bout to rock you so hard, you’ll be cryin’ home to momma, and I ain’t talkin’ about Mia!”

The crowd roars at Becky’s smacktalk, though not all of it seems to be in her favor, based on what you hear. True to the heel character that she is, there seems to be just as many people booing her as there are people cheering for her. Clearly she’s got a lot of star power here, but you can’t let that shake you. You’ve got a match to win. Your size depends on it. Letting Becky know you’re not intimidated, you puff out your chest as you approach the center of the ring and say, “Talk is cheap, Bully. If you think you can take me, stop blabbing about it and show me what you’ve got already.”

Becky smirks, amused by your meager attempt at defiance, like you’re a yapping puppy. As the announcer introduces the match through the loudspeakers, she saunters over to you, giving you a chance to see your full height difference up close. Even though you’re mostly at your full height right now, your head is still only level with Becky’s chest, giving you an up-close look at her huge breasts as they strain against her white, button-down blouse. Even though it’s been mostly unbuttoned, showing off a deep amount of cleavage with a knot deliciously tied just below it, the shirt can still hardly contain Becky’s tits, a marvel to you. Becky spies you starting and taunts, “Like what you see, little man?”

You blush a little when you realize you’ve been caught ogling your opponent, but you try your best to stay resolute. “You wish,” you quickly retort. “If anything, those things will just weigh you down. I bet you won’t even be able to catch me.”

“Hmph, we’ll see,” Becky snorts, a wry smile on her face. Sensing a chance to tease you further, she takes a subtle, but deep, breath, expanding her chest before your eyes to make her huge tits look even bigger. The gentle motion is enough to put an **** strain on her blouse, and a button quickly pops off from it, hitting you right in the face. Becky giggles condescendingly when she sees you flinch. You just glare at her, trying to keep her mind games from working on you.

A few moments later, the bell rings and the match starts. Becky quickly grabs for you, attempting to put you in some sort of grapple. “C’mere, twerp.” You’re startled but still retain enough focus to duck out of the way in time. She reaches for you a few more times, but you manage to dodge every attempt. Just as you predicted, it seems Becky can’t keep up with you. Things might just go your way after all. Gaining confidence, you decide to take her down before she can take any ground. You duck under behind her and rush to the ropes. You bounce off them and fling yourself back towards Becky, hoping to use the momentum to catch her off guard and knock her over. Becky manages to turn towards you sooner than you expected, but, with mere seconds to impact, there’s no turning back now. Strangely, she doesn’t make any effort to dodge you barreling towards her. Becky just places her hands on her hips and proudly puffs her chest out.

A dull, fleshy thud rings through your ears as you collide with Becky, your attempt to take her down not nearly as successful as you’d hoped. You’ve come to a crashing halt against her, her bigger body not budging in the slightest as your face lands directly into her awaiting cleavage. It’s like you’re the crash test dummy, and she’s the wall, a soft, sturdy, feminine wall. Becky laughs at your pathetic attempt to topple her. “Ha! That’s it!? That’s your big opening move? Haha, you couldn’t even get past these babies, let alone take me down with that,” she taunts while wiggling her chest, making your head go back and forth with it. After a few embarrassing moments, you manage to wriggle your head free, but Becky quickly wraps an arm around you before you can escape. “Now THIS is how you take someone down.” Tripping you with a leg and shoving one hand to the side of her breasts to give her some extra ****, Becky bashes your head with the other side of her breasts like a wrecking ball and easily topples you over. Becky’s breasts drive you to the mat and pound against your face as soon as you land, leaving you reeling beneath her.