Short Story: Easy Money ( Gts Be crush )

[Nikey_san]

Hello, I am looking for some feed back on a couple of short stories I want to write. So here goes!

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“Our top story tonight: Underground Fighting Rings continue to leave many seriously injured and increasing the mortality rate to a staggering degree. Authorities and experts are refusing to comment or confirm public suspicions, but this reporter poses the question ‘What else can it be?’. We interviewed a doctor at the local hospital about the recent rash of patients suffering from beatings, bruisings, and crushings of various kinds and this is what he had to say: ‘This is absolute madness. From looking at the injuries, the offender must have been using a weapon of some sort. I, personally, can’t fathom any individual, at least not one who is supposedly right in the head, participating in such a dangerous activity. I know we’ve all heard of the movie, or book, Fight Club, but what is necessary to cause this level of trauma goes far beyond that. The injured are so badly beaten, the ones who live and regain consciousness at least, that they recount hallucinatory stories of a gigantic woman crushing them.’ So there you have it folks, the underground fighting scene has become an uncontrollable monster lurking beneath our city streets that entices people to engage in suicidally brutal actions. If you or someone you know comes home bruised, battered, or nursing a tender rib, they may be the next to fall victim to this deadly hobby.”

“PHFFFF HAHA.!” a woman uproariously laughs while rolling around around on her bed before turning off her television, “Oh god, I can’t breath! Really!? Underground fighting… I just can’t.. ahahaha...holy shit..”

Finally getting her giggles under control, she lies still and looks up at her high ceiling as she give her lips a tiny lick. She then takes a deep breath before sitting up and walking out of her room into her spacious living room with a devilish grin across her face as she notice a text message on her phone.

“Oh, work…’bout time... let’s see..” her grin never leaves her face as she scrolls through her phone. “Juicy show for tonight, it looks like. Ehh, at least the pay is really good.”

She replies to the text and places her phone down as she saunters into her bathroom. Taking a look at herself in the mirror she sees a very attractive woman starting back at her. Her face is perfectly symmetrical with full, voluminous lips and a devilish look in her eyes, such a deep and icy blue that it made a stark and jarring (yet alluring) contrast with her vivid red eye makeup and blacker-than-pitch mascara. She keeps her blonde hair short and styles it in wild, sharp, and simple designs that only made her inherent beauty shine even more. On top of it all, she is resolved to not let a single piercing besmirch the perfection that is her complexion. She also stands fairly tall with long, smooth, and well-formed legs that look right at home on her defined, swimmer’s body with its average-sized hips and bust line.

As she continues looking at her reflection, her gaze drifts to her bosom. Giving each of them a firm cup with her hands, they grow to about the size of her head, an audible hum permeating the air. Seemingly satisfied, she gives herself an affirmative nod before letting them return to their normal size. She then looks further down at her hips and, with the same hum as before, they become wider and wider. Her legs and thighs stay in proportion, growing thicker in the process. Finally she looks at her still petite butt.

“Boss wants it to be saucey, huh? Hummph!”

The humming returns once again as her butt flares outwards to match her expanded hips and give them a run for their size money, becoming large enough to balance an encyclopedia with ease. Just as easily as the expansion came, it leaves and the blonde returns to her normal dimension in less than a moment before stepping into the shower.

An hour passes as she cleans herself. Naked as the day she was born, she walks into her room and puts on a pair of loose and stretchy yoga pants and a pair of plain tennis shoes before donning a simple white tee from her closet. She throws a gym bag around her shoulder and walks into her closet. Behind her clothing and under a secret panel is a securely locked door. Tapping the keypad in a memorized succession, the door opens unto her and reveals a hidden room full of costumes; some are ripped apart but others are just fine. They hidden trove of clothing consists entirely of skintight catsuits along the lines of what one would see in comic books. She picks out a black one with a matching mask and places it in her gym bag. She makes sure to lock the door and hide any trace of the secret closet compartment as she leaves her penthouse.

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Night has fallen upon the city, but in the Underground basement that is home to a secret arena none would be able to tell. A plainly-dressed blonde woman in a white tee shirt and black yoga pants traverses one of the many “back-stage” hallways of the complex.

“Nikey!” a call echoes against the empty walls as another woman greets the suddenly-on-edge blonde beauty as she walks down the hall. “Glad you could make it. Now don’t you hold back on this one, okay?”

Not needing to be told twice, Nikey nods as she enters her private room. Taking off her clothes and squeezing into the black catsuit, the humming noise returns as she expands her womanly features slightly larger than what she had previously rehearsed in her bathroom.

The main stage of the secret base is jam-packed with very well-to-do (though boorish and churlish) attendees, paying to see two men beat each other senseless. What space isn’t taken up by these spectators is filled with the bloodthirsty cheers of their enjoyment (or dismay depending upon who they bet on) of this macabre spectacle. The Ring at the center of it all is absurdly large and reminiscent of a Roman Colosseum; a fitting analogy considering the blood sport that is taking place there. After the fight concludes and the bookies dole out the winnings, a Woman’s voice sounds out from speakers set about the place; it is the same voice that greeted Nikey.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that The Ruffian wins this round!”

The ruckcus from the crowd is an equal mix of victory and defeat, each trying to drown the other out, as as a scruffy looking man makes his way back to the center of the arena.

“And to top it off…” the announcer teases the crowd, ready to whip them into a frenzy, “Tonight is an extra special night that you’ll be glad you paid the premium for! The Ruffian has agreed to take the 10 billion dollar challenge and face the one, the only…. MegaGirl!”

The crowd instantly goes wild. Meanwhile, backstage Nikey hears her cue and focuses once more and begins emitting her telltale hum. She soon begins growing taller and taller, everything growing bigger to remain in proportion. She stops just a bit shy of the overly-raised ceiling (about 30 feet).

A slow, plodding thump can be heard (well, felt more accurately since the din of whooping and hollering drowned out any semblance of noise trying to force its way in from the outside). The ground-shaking thumps get steadily more forceful as the seconds tick on in anticipatory slowness. Eventually the gigantic Nikey casually steps over the ropes and fencing that other participants had to climb over, usually with the aid of a ladder or some such, and enters the ring. The Ruffian’s eyes widen in shock and terror at her overwhelming size. Immediately he regrets his decision; but how was he supposed to take accounts of a larger-than-house sized woman seriously? Such a thing was impossible!

Proving him dead wrong, however, the evidence to the contrary stands over him, enormous breasts in full view as her behemoth of a butt softly jiggles in the air, as as poses the crowd. Once the bell rings she wastes no time and, before the man in the ring can react or even make to run away, she grabs him and places him between her breast. She then proceeds to mash the giant fleshy prison walls together mercilessly. Her unrelenting onslaught is strong enough to crush her victim despite their inherent softness; the sounds of cracking bones and the louder, agonized screams of the most intense pain can be heard emanating from inside her cleavage. Amidst the turmoil of the repeated battering, the man gasps for air each chance he gets, his breathing shallower and more gurgling each time. Nikey drops the defeated man in the middle of the ring, beaten and bruised with sharp, white protrusions sticking from his skin and blood pooling all around; his body was no longer recognizable as anything human. Though she had one last surprise in store for anybody thinking it was all over.

Veteran patrons in the crowd reached even higher levels of maniacal frenzy as Nikey turned around and loomed her overly-expanded booty or the crumpled mass, standing on her tip-toes and throwing a quick wink to the onlookers. Flash bulbs go off like crazy, clearly indicating that the audience is attempting to take pictures of her signature move in action. With all of her might, MegaGirl jumps into the air and raises her feet so the land booty-first on the already pulverized man.

MegaGirl only laughs as his muffled screams diminish to silence as his life is pressed out of him and snuffed by the intense weight.

Nikey stands up, takes a bow, and walks back out the way she came. Her fifteen seconds of fame that night had run to their conclusion.

“Do ho ho!” the excited announcer’s voice returned, “Looks like The Ruffian just got smoothed out! But give the corpse a hand folks; he lasted longer than the last guy! Now, we saved the best for last so that’s all folks! At least for tonight, of course, but don’t forget that you can buy the Megagirl highlights of tonight’s match, only available tonight. That’s right, one night only!”

The lights die down and the pile that was formerly a man was just left there as the crowd dispersed.

In her locker room, Nikey returned to her normal size and put on her yoga pants and white tee back on after having cleaned herself off once again.

“Fanastic fight, Nikey” the announcer snickers as she walks in and pulls out a large wad of cash, only to place it in MegaGirl’s gym bag, ”Of course, ‘fight’ implies that either side has a chance. You know it’s bad when the bookies won’t even accept bets. Can you believe that people actually pay for this.”

The announcer has to pause her speech for a bout of deep and condescending laughter

“Oh, I can see the headlines already. ‘Local Millionaire Found Crushed to Death!’ Oh it’s too funny.” the woman takes a breath to regain her composure, “And I’ll transfer the rest into your account like usual.”

“Mmm hmm.” Nikey responds as she leaves.

At the entrance to the above-ground, people seem the be hanging around outside, presumably trying to catch a glimpse of MegaGirl. A collective sigh of disappointment is heard when the vastly smaller Nikey emarages. Upon hearing it, Nikey can’t help but smirk to herself and mutter “idiots” under her breath as she tosses a towel over her shoulder and walks away.

Realizing what night it was, Nikey decides to stop at a store and buy some flowers and a bottle of nice (though not great) wine on the way home. Once there, she enters her penthouse to find a young man sprawling across the couch, deep asleep. She tilts her head in disappointment as she looks at the set table and wonderful-looking dinner for two laid out upon it, complete with melted candles. As she starts placing a blanket over him, the young
man stirs.

“Your job sucks, you know.” he says sleepily before closing his eyes again.

“I’m sorry. I tried to get out as fast as I could.” she says as she sits next to him, placing his head on her lap and stroking his hair before her face can no longer hide her grin, “But you should see the people who work under me.”

Finally, after she’s sure her lover has fallen firmly back into the land of the sleeping, she gets up, hides the evidence of tonight’s guilty pleasure, and begins cleaning up. Sure enough, samples of the cold food indicate that dinner would have been quite amazing.