You might have had no idea what was going on, but you were definitely up close and personal to the action.
After waking up mere inches tall in an arena during a wrestling show, you'd been happened upon by a truly drop-dead gorgeous blonde giantess, who was not only busty, but had a giant, round ass, and plenty of muscle on her fit frame.
You had no problem accepting her claim of being the "Golden Goddess". But when she'd picked you up and stuffed you in her brassiere to accompany her during her upcoming wrestling match? You were more than a little fearful. But what choice did you have? Despite the inevitable turbulence you were about to experience, you at least hoped the colossal, cushy breasts you'd been pushed snugly back between would act as magnificent airbags to keep you safe.
The match between Goddess Mandy Rose and Ronda Rousey was by far the most physical event you'd ever been a part of.
As the two arrogant woman battled fiercely, you were sent hurtling about wherever Mandy was tossed, knocked back, or suplexed. Despite her claims of divinity, Mandy sure did seem to spend most of the match struggling to stay on defense, repeatedly pummelled by the former MMA fighter.
To your great relief, the gravitational pull of Goddess Mandy's titanic tits kept you securely in place, the mighty mammaries tugging you back anytime they bounced you towards the edge of the golden brassiere.
But that's not to say Goddess Mandy was entirely victimized by the so-called 'Baddest Woman on the Planet'. She got in a good amount of her own offense too. The fact that her offensive streaks came after distracting the referee or getting Ronda caught in the ropes was inconsequential. Her craftiness was helping her stay in the match, as far as you could tell.
And it surely was tough to tell, given your far too-close viewpoint often led to getting an eyeful of Ronda's chest a second before Goddess Mandy was rocked back abruptly, as you felt motion-sick.
Eventually, even Goddess Mandy's bosom wouldn't offer you total protection.
One particularly hard shot to Mandy's spine landed with enough force to send you flying, right out from between the voluptuous wrestler's boobs.
As you sailed through the air to land hard on the giant wrestling mat, you continued rolling uncontrollably before coming to a stop, wheezing as you felt winded and bruised.
But most of all, you realized that the brawling sounded like it had stopped.
Daring to look up, your eyes widened with fright as you found another giantess glaring down at you with shock.
With Goddess Mandy down and out, you were overcome with fear, as giantess Ronda Rousey stalked closer towards you, pure disdain on her face, like she was looking at a bug she intended to squish.
You whimpered with fear as the imposing shadow fell over you, too paralyzed with terror to move out of your impending doom.
Just as Ronda raised her boot high over your miniscule body, she was suddenly rolled back from behind. You watched as Goddess Mandy rolled Ronda up into a pinning position, holding onto her opponent's trunks for leverage as the referee's hand slapped the mat three times.
As Goddess Mandy's music pumped through the arena and the ring announcer named her as the winner, the Golden Goddess hurried along and snatched you up before quickly leaving the ring, running up the ramp to evade Ronda's wrath.
Only when you were safely backstage did Mandy look down at you in her hand. And despite the marks on her face from where Ronda had struck during the match, she was beaming from ear to ear.
"That was amazing, little guy! Smart thinking for you to distract Ronda like that, how smart was I to bring you along?" You tried to tell Mandy that it hadn't been intentional, that you hadn't wanted to fall out of her wrestling gear, but she seemed to have little interest in anything other than basking in her victory. "This is exactly what I needed to prove to all the dumb basement dwelling nerds that I'm the greatest gift they could possibly have here." She paused to smile down at you. "And you, my new little servant, are going to come with me for every match going forward."
"E-every match?"
"Yeah! Even a Golden Goddess could use a good luck charm."
Any hint of irritation at your close call was somehow erased by Mandy's touch, as Goddess Mandy booped your entire body affectionately.
"And as a special reward, I'm going to give you the chance to kiss any part of my flawless body you see right now. So what'll it be, little guy?"
As Goddess Mandy brought you down to take in every inch of her giant, sweat-gleaming body in her tight wrestling gear, you couldn't deny being amazed. Even glistening with sweat, this woman was jaw-droppingly hot, and you certainly had no shortage of options. From her plump, peachy booty only half-covered by her cheeky trunks, to the enormous tits practically popping out of her brassiere. Or even her toned abs? Her tremendously thick thighs which looked easily capable of popping a watermelon?
Which curvaceous asset of Goddess Mandy do you choose to kiss?
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