It was safe to say you were quite smitten with both Asuka and her impressive rump by now. Considering how kind the giantess had been to you, especially compared to the treatment you had received thus far from the rest of the WWE roster, you were half-convinced it was a match made in heaven. Asuka didn’t have the biggest ass you had ever seen in the ring, but damn if she didn’t know how to use it. The colorful and tight ring gear she was clad in only served to enhance her feminine assets, pulled taut across the pale globes of her oriental booty.
Basically, if Asuka had asked you to marry her ass, you would already be planning the honeymoon.
“Yes! Yes I wanna get closer to your butt, Asuka!” You squealed with a stupid grin on your face, your boner sticking up from between your thighs as you laid another kiss on the creamy surface of Asuka’s buttcheek.
“Oh really~” Asuka trilled, grinning at your blatant enthusiasm. The diva gave her wide hips the tiniest of shakes, and her jiggling behind shook loose your pursed lips from its surface, sending you stumbling back. Still smiling, Asuka raised her hands above her head and began swaying her hips with more force, shimmying like a belly dancer. Her ass swung from the left, to the right, to the left and back again, your heart skipping a beat with each lurch of the Japanese sweet buns. “How do you want to?” Asuka inquired.
Staring at the bouncing, championship-winning posterior, there was really only one option in your horny, addled mind.
“Please Asuka! Please sit on me! Squash me under your ass!” You begged, your sense of reason lost in the haze of lust. Asuka’s swaying hips had sashayed away all your shame. Asuka stared at you in silence for a few moments after your outburst, blinking in surprise. The silence was then broken as the giantess broke down into fits of laughter. Your cheeks burned as Asuka’s unrestrained giggling rang in your ears, the colorful diva clutching her sides in amusement.
“Sorry, chīsana otokonoko.” Asuka smiled apologetically, noticing your abashed expression. “Asuka sat on many people. This maybe first time someone ask for it!” After Asuka’s explanation, you couldn’t help but chuckle too. Of course the queen of stinkfaces was no stranger to smothering people with her rump. “Stay right there. Asuka do what you ask. Asuka take good care of you~”
You wasted no time doing as Asuka ordered, standing firm as your caretaker began swaying her ass once more. Around and around the colorful shorts swayed, almost as if Asuka was trying to hypnotize you. If that was what she was trying to do it was working, you finding yourself unable to tear your gaze away from the entrancing sight. The spell was broken as Asuka’s butt made contact with you, ever so slightly brushing up against you.
Even the slightest touch of the Empress’s toned, athletic ass was enough to make you stumble back a few steps, and the giggle Asuka made let you know it was intentional. Before your eyes Asuka’s butt grew closer and closer, the massive cheeks slowly advancing on you like the tide of an avalanche. Asuka was spreading her legs, going deeper into a semi-split. She placed her hands on her knees and stuck her rump out without warning, an impish smile on her face as she felt it make contact with you.
You were caught completely off-guard by Asuka’s sudden booty trap, her butt slamming into you and knocking you flat on your back. It was safe to say you had never expected to know what getting suckerpunched by a giant pillow felt like, but now you did. When the stars finally left your vision you were able to see the ceiling had been gobbled up by Asuka’s cheeks, the massive ass looming over you like two vacuum-packed moons.
All of a sudden, you weren’t feeling quite so comfortable with this whole affair.
“Um, Asuka, please wait.” You spoke up, but it was doubtful you could be heard over Asuka’s giggling.
“You wanted close. Asuka give you close! Get ready! Here come the Empress!” Asuka’s prodigious backside began advancing on you as its giantess owner leaned backward, milking the moment for all it was worth. Asuka was a performer after all. She couldn’t just give the fans what they wanted, she had to make a show of it too.
Staring down the full immensity of Asuka’s ass you felt a stab of fear. It was official. No matter how horny that lapdance had made you, Asuka was way more woman than you could handle. You tried to stand up and run but that opportunity had already been stolen from you, Asuka’s advancing ass plowing over your legs like a steamroller as it advanced on you, pinning you in place. You braced your hands against the wall of Asuka’s rump to try and slow its offense, beating your fists against the meaty surface.
“Asuka! Asuka, stop! Wait! Hold on a second! Please!” You cried.
But Asuka either didn’t hear you or didn’t care. She was having too much fun to stop now. Soon Asuka’s encroaching posterior pinned your arms beneath its weight, swallowing up your body inch by inch. All that was left now was your head.
“Asuka! ASUKMMPHGH!” Your desperate pleas were silenced as Asuka’s ass swallowed you up, the giantess’s rear end covering you completely and pinning you to the cushion.
“HaHAhaha!” Asuka cackled as she finally settled back into the chair, resting her full weight on top of you. “Tanoshinde itadakete imasu ka? Having Empress on top of you? Everything you wanted? Asuka glad!” Asuka ground her ass into the cushion, shaking her hips side to side as she felt her full cheeks drag over your shrunken body back and forth. You felt incredible buried under there. If Asuka wasn’t careful, she could get addicted to this sensation.
You, meanwhile, were struggling with a very different scenario.
In essence, this was everything you had wanted from Asuka sitting on top of you. Her scrumptious cheeks were all around you, pressing against every square millimeter of your body. The softness of her bottom, its supple flesh, comforting warmth, and heady scent were washing over you in one intense cocktail of sensations. Despite your misgivings your cock was still going strong. There was no doubt Asuka could feel your little soldier poking against her cheek, letting her know how much you were enjoying being buried under her ass. And to an extent, you were.
There was just way, way too much of it.
Having the full weight of Asuka on top of you was much different from the boops you got from her rump during the lapdance she had given you. You felt like you were going to pop from the pressure any second now. You didn’t bother trying to scream, oxygen was suddenly a scarce resource to you and you doubted Asuka could hear you from under here anyway.
Your current situation could best be described as a disorienting mix of pleasure and panic. You could barely move, trapped in an oppressive, steamy environment of weight and heat. And yet at the same time your oppressor was the perfectly sculpted ass belonging to a japanese bombshell. It was hard not to be hard, in that sense.
Like it or not you were trapped under Asuka’s rump for the foreseeable future. You could at least try and enjoy it or…wait. How exactly were you going to let Asuka know you wanted her to get off of you? In the midst of your horniness you hadn’t really thought of that detail. Well, you could try tapping out. That was a universal symbol of submission among wrestlers, right? Granted, moving wasn’t exactly easy for you right now, but what other option did you have? W-well, Asuka had to get off you sooner or later, you figured. It wasn’t like she would just…sit on you until you passed out. Right? Yeah, there was no way…
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