The Boob-Battle Match!

This is a match that is only held three times a year, but has never had a male officiant. It is a battle match, only for the bustiest wrestlers or performers with the referee always being Major Assets. But this time, it was different with you being the referee and the match featured a pair that had never been paired before. Wonder Bust and Madame Bosomy, stood in the ring shocked when they saw you, a cute shorter guy approaching the ring. Wearing an official’s black and white striped t-shirt, you walked out in confidence ignoring the puzzled looks from the audience.

Over the announcement system, Touko introduces you in the worst of ways. "WILL EVERYONE PLEASE GIVE... WHATEVER WELCOME YOU LIKE THIS MATCHES OFFICIAL!" The audience reacted in a mix of cheers and wonder at her introduction.

"HE! YOU HEARD THAT RIGHT! IS THE ONE AND HOPEFULLY THE ONLY! TOMMY THE TERRIBLE! BY FAR THE MOST UNFAIR REFEREE IN THE HISTORY OF THE DWA!" She says, gaining you a mix of cheering and booing.

Climbing your way into the ring, you had to **** yourself to shake-off arousal from the amount of boob-age on each side. Wonder Bust in her leotard, showing her amazing oval shaped tits, that seem to just stick out like gravity does not exist. Then there was Madame Bosomy with huge round melons that were supporting themselves in her tank-top, which was far too small for them. Behind them stands two attendants, outside of the ring ropes, holding some kind of shackles.

"BY THE WAY FOLKS," Touko added. "THE ONLY WAY HE GOT HERE, AS THE REFEREE, WAS BY BLACKMAILING YOUR FAVORITE OFFICIAL. BUT WORRY NOT, MAJOR ASSETS WILL HAVE HER **** ON THIS LOSER, SOON ENOUGH!" Shaming you and basically giving your name the role that fits.

You were tempted to call her out on all the made us non-sense, but realized it was just a character thing. Focusing on your current job, you signaled the attendants. In this match, both wrestlers have their hands tied behind their backs, legs wrapped together and mouths gagged. The only way to win is by boob-pushing or boob-bumping the other in the ring ropes. The number of rounds depends on the audience, so these matches have been known to go on for more than twenty rounds with massive boobs colliding, the entire time.

Whenever the two get too close for too long, the referee must separate them, but this is usually done by someone Debbie. She always grabbed each of them from behind, to avoid being boob squashed. You have to push them apart from the middle, but they have equal heights and bust sizes, making your job a lot more difficult. You have successfully **** them away from each other several times, but on this next attempt things are about to become a lot more complicated, as their tits are about the height of your face.

Both rushing at each other, in an attempt to drive the other back to the ropes, they pay no attention to your current position. The movement, so unexpected, left you no time to escape as both their bosoms knocked you into a daze, crashing together around your whole head. Coming out of it, your first instinct was to push them apart, in a struggle to breathe. From them both sweating in the boob squeezing wrestling bras, they were made to wear, your hands slipping upward going right into their cleavages. Due to the tightness, your hands actually get stuck and now they start pushing even more. You try to push them again, but this time they both jump, yanking you up. On the down, your arms getting swooped into both the breast, to your elbows. With no space between, your face is cramp between all four tits, as they can no longer pull away.

The struggle for air, slightly triggers your survival arousal and then a new tingling sensation starts and everything slowly gets bigger. Realize you are shrinking, now of all times, you try to escape them in a panic.