Amy Wins It All (Comm for DelectableDeviant)
 
 
 
"This is some bullshit!" The lamia angrily said while she took off her shirt, exposing her two large naked breasts. "They're throwing us under the bus for some newbie, after all the pops we've been getting!"
 
"Relax, Juniper," The voluptuous blonde took off her shorts, exposing her massive, fat ass. "They're just investing in new talent. If she ends up being the next big thing, then it'll make us look more important in the long run."
 
"How can you be so cool about this, Nikkita?!" Juniper demanded to know, putting on a flashy orange outfit with an Eastern aesthetic, covering her nakedness. "We worked so hard to become the Tag Team Champions, and now they're undermining us just because somebody in Creative likes this gal's looks!"
 
"Oh, believe me, I'm not happy at all," Nikkita grew serious while trying to get inside her revealing green outfit. "If I had a choice, I'd show this newbie her place. I tried to welcome her to the promotion yesterday, and you know what she said to me?"
 
"What?" The gossip-loving lamia was eager to know.
 
"She said 'And I want to welcome you to my guts, but that can wait until tomorrow'. The gall!"
 
"What a bitch!" Juniper exclaimed.
 
Nikkita Lyons and Juniper "The Red Viper" were the current Tag Team Champions of the wrestling promotion BBW (Bold Beautiful Wrestling) and had gone through a surge in popularity these last few weeks as they defeated each and every opponent that tried to challenge them for their belts, keeping their position.
 
Nikkita, the thick, dump truck-assed blonde had enjoyed some success in another wrestling promotion, but when she came to BBW she was pushed to the moon due to her impressive looks and...interesting, for lack of a better word, moveset. The idea to make her big in the Tag Team scene had been a risky gamble, but one that proved the right call in the end, for her personality was nicely complemented by her partner's.
 
Juniper the lamia had spent most of her career as a Heel and was for the first time enjoying the spotlight as a brash Face. She was an old household name in BBW, being the first lamia wrestler to ever enter the Western scene (although wrestling lamias in the East dated into antiquity) and as a result, had become a favorite amongst fans. Due to her natural anatomy, she was a master of submission who coiled her long, red snake tail around her opponents to squeeze the will out of them before pinning them 1, 2, 3. Her skin was sunburnt and her hair was dark brown, while her eyes flowed like ambers and overall, she had a mysterious beauty that charmed the audience as if in a spell.
 
But recently, Juniper had been put a bit aside due to the massive influx of new talent in the company, and as a result, she had fewer chances of wrestling. So joining the popular newcomer Nikkita, who needed somebody to help pave her way into success, and the iconic Juniper who needed somebody new to keep her act fresh amidst so many promising new fighters had been a work of genius.
 
And now, the minds behind the company would throw all that away. It's no surprise the Tag Team Champions were bothered and indignant. But they didn't wrestle merely for fun, it was their work, and if the powers that be wanted them to do a job, hell, they'd rather do it than get the boot.
 
"Well, it's almost time," Juniper said, checking the clock on the locker room door. "Let's get this over with."
 
"Lighten up Juniper, we might still at least put on a good show. If our moves look better than hers, we'll stay as popular as before," Nikkita smiled, confident in her iconic moveset.
 
"If you think so. But don't blame me if I work stiff with the rookie!" The lamia pouted.
 
 
 
It was an important night for BBW fans: a highly waited pay-per-view was going to take place, with matches that could very well lead to title changes and a few shakeups in the faces of the company. Both the people watching on TV from their homes and the ones who had gone the extra mile to see the show up and close were anxious for it to start and were discussing the possible results, betting on their favorites to take the victory and the glory.
 
"It's going to be a wild night, Lupa!" The beautiful commentator Ovis Simons, with her long ears and white, fleece-like hair cheerfully told her colleague. "Can you hear the excitement of all those wrestling fans?!"
 
As if to prove her point, the crowd roared enthusiastically, screaming chants and shaking posters with drawings, jokes and offenses directed at specific wrestlers.
 
"Why, of course, Ovis! To see such tremendous fighters clashing against one another, it's not something one can do every day!" Lupa King, the wolfish brunette twice the size of her fellow commentator, grinned happily. "And knowing the tendencies of some of the superstars we have here, I wouldn't be surprised if not everybody who stepped inside the squared circle tonight manages to step out of it!"
 
"Knowing you Lupa, that's just what you want to see," Ovis giggled.
 
"You can bet!" The wolf girl laughed heartily. "But the first match is about to begin, look!"
 
The lights of the arena were turned off, only for a glaring, giant screen to be lit, on it the names "Nikkita Lyons" and "Juniper" showed up, being followed by a loud pop from the crowd. The bodacious blonde and her partner lamia respectively walked and slithered into view and there was another roar of excitement from the fans. Nikkita stroked a provocative pose while raising her Tag Team Champion belt, while Juniper coiled up with hers on her shoulder.
 
"And those are our Tag Team Champions, who took the wrestling world by storm!" Ovis announced energetically. "Such an unlikely pair could only be found at Bold Beautiful Wrestling!"
 
"Remember how those two couldn't take each other? Well, they surely enjoy working together now that they're winning non-stop!" Lupa grinned.
 
The duo of female wrestlers made their way to the ring and the lamia pulled out a microphone from her clothes.
 
"It seems Juniper has something to tell us though!" Said the sheep commentator.
 
"You guys know me," The lamia started. "You have known me for years by now, and I'm sure that by this point you've gotten an idea of what my views are. You know how much I hate cowardly cheaters, gutless babyfaces, incompetent referees, but most of all, you know how I DESPISE arrogant rookies!"
 
"Oh, I think I see where this is going!" Luna grinned.
 
"And if you know that," Juniper continued. "Then you can probably guess what is my opinion on Croc Rock! She thinks she's hot stuff, we can all see that, when she steps inside this ring with her fishnets and her black lipstick and tosses mid-carders around like they're dolls. Please, I've been tossing main-eventers around when I was still in wrestling school! I've seen people overestimate themselves before, but she takes the cake! So Croc Rock, if you're hearing this, I'd like to let you know that you're just an average (but fat) fish in a small pond, and if you think you can compete with-"
 
But Juniper's shoot promo was interrupted by the blast of heavy metal music, and the crowd popped like crazy as a huge figure appeared in the arena, walking with dominant strides towards the ring while grinning and pretending to take bites in the direction of the stands to get fans worked up.
 
The first thing one would probably notice about the woman entering the scene in such a bombastic manner would be her prodigious size, for not only was she tall beyond human capacity, but she also had an unbelievable figure composed of shapely legs that could crush stones, breasts several times larger than her head and an ass so wide it could cover the sun. Next, one would realize that besides her massiveness, the woman had some other tell-tale signs of her species: gleaming golden eyes, alarmingly sharp teeth, slightly pointy ears and a thick, swinging, scale-covered tail.
 
She was adorned in full battle goth fashion: Egyptian eyeliner, black lipstick, a black leather leotard with spiked shoulder pads and a golden Ankh design on its chest area and circular area around the belly. She wore fingerless gloves on her hands, while her meaty brown legs were covered in fishnets and her feet were protected by tough, high boots.
 
"And there comes Croc Rock, Ammit!" Ovis announced. "She can't be happy about Juniper's little speech, that's for sure!"
 
"Those who remember Croc Rock's match against Mylena Blade are probably all thinking Juniper should have kept her mouth shut!" Lupa added. "Poor Mylena hasn't been able to wrestle since!"
 
"Look, she has a mic!" Ovid pointed towards the gothic wrestler. "Is she going to answer Juniper?! Wait, she's putting it to her stomach...?"
 
 
 
𝙂𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙇!
 
 
A famished growl echoed through the arena, and there was another pop, louder than any before. Even the commentators were out of their wits with elation.
 
"Croc Rock has always been a woman who said more with her actions than with her words," The wolf demi-human shouted on her headset microphone. "And it sounds like her simple statement has been more effective than Juniper's whole tirade!"
 
Ammit entered the ring, not through the ropes, but 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦, raising one statuesque leg and placing it inside the squared circle, then doing likewise with the other as if the rope wasn't as high as some of the other wrestlers' necks. The whole ring trembled as her booted feet reached its surface, and they stood there grinning at the Tag Team Champions who could only stare daggers back at her and clench their teeth.
 
"What a specimen, ladies and gentlemen! What a specimen!" Ovis said, blushing hard. "That physique is not something you see a lot since the time of the Greek goddesses!"
 
"She's easily twice the size of Nikkita Lyons, if not more!" Lupa added with schoolgirl-like admiration. "Her tail alone must weigh more than both of the Champions!"
 
A short but busty referee lady had just made her way into the ring and was speaking and gesticulating to the wrestlers while trying to keep them away from each other, for they had startled to circle the ring, without taking their eyes out of their opponent.
 
"As you might already know, this is going to be a Handicap Match, where Croc Rock will have to fight alone against two opponents at the same time!" Lupa explained to the audience. "Not only is she going to fight them simultaneously, but she also needs to pin both of them to win!"
 
"You gotta wonder if Croc Rock's cursing her bad luck right now, for this was originally supposed to be a two versus two, but her Tag Team partner got too carried away while greeting the audience last Monday and ended up inside the stomach of a mother who had brought her son to watch a show! We still haven't heard any news regarding her, but I'm sure she'll be alright!" Ovis giggled.
 
A bell sounded, announcing the start of the match. Amy instantly dashed towards Nikkita Lyons and, grabbing her by one arm, threw her towards the ropes like a ragdoll.
 
"And Croc Rock makes the first move!" Lupa announced. "Gosh, what agility! You don't expect such swift movements from such a heavy mini-giantess!"
 
Juniper was quick to react though, for as soon as her partner had been thrown away, she had coiled her thick red tail around Ammit's legs, severely limiting her movements just in time for Nikkita to bounce against the ropes and dash towards the monster girl with a flying kick on the chest that made Amy lose her balance and fall on her side.
 
"And now Nikkita and Juniper show why they became such a formidable Tag Team, using perfect coordination to tumble this colossus as if they were felling a huge tree!" Ovis shouted energetically.
 
"The tables have suddenly been turned! Will this be a David and Goliath scenario, or will Croc Rock work her usual magic and make a 'Polyphemus and the helpless sailors' out of this Handicap Match?!"
 
With a sudden wing of her thick tail, Ammit hit an approaching Nikkita and sent her to the floor. She pulled Juniper from her legs and, holding the lamia by the waist, enveloped her opponent's entire head with her mouth and sucked on it as one would do to a lollipop, then, slackening her hold on the lamia, allowed her to slither away, terrified.
 
"She has started already!" Lupa's eyes gleamed with admiration. "As a fellow pred, my heart can't help beating faster when I see Croc Rock's fighting style!"
 
"Croc Rock's method of breaking down her opponent's spirits rarely fails and what might look like pointless teasing to the untrained eye proves to be a dangerous weapon in the hands of such a massive and imposing wrestler!" Ovis explained. "When she gets into her opponent's minds like this, they start making mistakes and leaving openings which the sly crocodile can take advantage of!"
 
"And by the look on Juniper's face, Croc Rock's getting to her alright! It's hard not to tremble when your entire head's wet and your would-be devourer stares at you chuckling and wiping the saliva from her chin with the back of her hand!"
 
Ammit started to slowly and ponderously advance towards her adversaries, smacking her soft potbelly, sending ripples through its brown surface and making a loud drum out of it. The Tag Team Champions exchanged a look and put their next plan into action. Nikkita rushed towards the monster girl and, avoiding a powerful kick by a hair's length grabbed one of the crocodile girl's fishnet-covered legs and tried to lift it with all of her strength.
 
"IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING OR DO MY EYES DECEIVE ME?!" Ovis screamed, almost jumping out of the commentator's table. "NIKKITA IS TRYING TO GERMAN SUPLEX CROC ROCK'S LEG! A MINI-GIANTESS' LEG! HAS SHE GONE INSANE?!"
 
The audience gasped and shouted, confused yet admiring the blonde bombshell's Herculean efforts. Ammit looked down at her leg and laughed heartily.
 
"You're like a mosquito on my leg, shorty," Ammit said, raising her leg and shaking it violently, but Nikkita wouldn't release her grip for anything. "Get lost, bitch!"
 
Amy suddenly felt a cold sensation on her back, but before she could turn around, something coiled tight around her neck.
 
"Now I understand it all!" Ovis shouted. "It was all a ploy by Nikkita to take Croc Rock's attention away from her partner!"
 
Amy was so surprised that she let her guard down in regards to the blonde human on her leg, who took the opportunity to push it with all her force as soon as the mini-giantess lowered it once again to the floor. And just like that, Ammit fell to the floor the second time that match. Juniper's tail tightened around her neck and the lamia darted towards her partner so Nikkita, holding her hands, pulled Juniper towards herself so the thick, muscular, scaly "rope" would grow even tighter. The crowd recognized that special move and instantly, there was an absolutely massive pop.
 
"IT'S THE SNAKE GALLOWS! JUNIPER'S USING HER LEGENDARY HOLD, THE SNAKE GALLOWS!" Lupa shouted on top of her legs. "NINE OUT OF TEN WRESTLERS CAUGHT IN THIS HOLD HAVE TO GIVE UP ON THE MATCH! JUNIPER'S THE ULTIMATE SUBMISSION MASTER, HOW WILL CROC ROCK REACT?!"
 
Amy's fingers tried to claw at the coils around her neck, but they were too thick and firm. There was only one other way, and it was touching the ropes so Juniper would be forced to release her from the insidious hold. Luckily for the goth, large as the ring was, her fallen body almost reached the two extremities of it. She stretched one of her arms towards the ropes, for they were within easy reach of her grasping hand, but Juniper had been prepared for it. The point of the lamia's tail darted towards the long-nailed hand and coiled around her wrist.
 
"CROC ROCK CAN'T MOVE A MUSCLE NOW!" Ovis announced. "THIS MIGHT BE THE END OF THE MATCH!"
 
But Ammit suddenly grinned. With just a little bit of extra effort, her wrist was free from the scaly tail's grasp and grabbed hold of the ring ropes. Both the audience and commentators went wild. Juniper released a scream of frustration and the referee rushed, breasts bouncing, towards the lamia to tell her she had to release her hold. The lamia didn't like it a bit and appeared to refuse to do so. The referee insisted, perhaps more than rudely than she should. The frustrated lamia grabbed the referee's shoulders and gobbled up her entire head.
 
The crowd went mad with laughter and cursing, and the lamia quickly made her way through the poor, meaty referee.
 
"Now that's a Ref Bump we don't see too often!" Lupa laughed heartily. "I can't really blame Juniper though, she's gotta be pissed off, the Champions almost had it, after all! Boy, look at her go!"
 
"Being a referee is not all fun and games, as we're seeing right now," Ovis explained. "And based on this satisfied belch, Juniper is feeling revigorated by her snack! But look at Croc Rock!"
 
Ammit had rushed towards the two Tag Team partners and, grinning, grabbed them by the necks and lifted their bodies out of the ring. Nikkita kicked the air powerless while the lamia wriggled her tail around.
 
"It's the Nile Crusher Chokeslam!" Lupa shouted. "A move in which Croc Rock shows that gravity is always on her side!"
 
"You're a pair of smart-asses, you know that?" Ammit whispered to her opponents. "It was really cute seeing you trying to go off-script, but ya know things will go way, way worse for you if I lose a match I'm supposed to win, right?"
 
Nikkita snarled and lifted a fist as if she was going to punch the goth right in the face.
 
"Nuh-uh-uh, you can't give the company's top product a black eye, now can you? My eyeliner is more than enough." The blonde lowered her fist. Indeed, both she and Juniper were supposed to lose this match against Croc Rock. She was going to be the next top Monster Heel act, after all, and the higher-ups had been giving her everything they could when they noticed she was never booed by the fans, no matter how dastardly or cheap she fought, or how suggestive her matches got. "That's better~"
 
The goth finished her Chokeslam, which consisted of dropping her lifted opponents back on the ring and, as soon as they touched its surface, allowed herself to fall belly first on top of them. Nikkita was so light to the monster girl that she ended up being dropped out of range of the second phase of the Nile Crusher, but Juniper had fallen in the perfect spot to receive its full force on the human part of her body.
 
"Ouch, I don't particularly envy Juniper's position now!" Ovis looked away theatrically, to show how nasty the move was. "Croc Rock ought to weigh as much as a fully grown, well-fed Nile crocodile!"
 
"Look at you, all pinned down and up for grabs," Ammit whispered to her dominated oponent. "You must be really tired, so why don't you just give in and let me eat you up?"
 
"Grr, I won't make things easy for you, you bitch!" The lamia snarled. "If it wasn't for the script, I'd be shoving you inside Nikkita's tight little body by now."
 
"Talk about delusional," The goth smiled and rolled her eyes. "The only reason you two aren't in my insides yet is because I have to put on a show to get paid, hon."
 
Suddenly, a loud voice joined the conversation.
 
"Croc Rock! That's enough! You can't keep Juniper in this move for this long!"
 
"Huh? Miss referee, you're taking HER side? Am I hearing this right?" Amy's smile widened. She couldn't believe the voice coming from inside the lamia's squirming snake stomach.
 
"Come on, or you'll be disqualified!" The voice ordered as if its position was much more privileged than a wrestler's mid-match snack.
 
"Aye aye, boss," Ammit ironized and rolled aside, freeing the lamia from the weight of her body. A panting Juniper instantly tried to slither away, but for some reason she couldn't go far. She looked back and saw that the squatting crocodile girl had taken hold of the point of her tail. "Not so fast, gummy worm. All this exercise opened up my appetite, so it's time to finish you up."
 
The Monster Heel got up, pulling Juniper back and then upwards by her tail. The audience went crazy, they knew what was coming, and so did the commentators.
 
"She's going to use her finisher?!" Lupa screamed. "This could be it! If it connects, this might just be the end for Juniper!"
 
Ammit "hugged" the lamia's snake body and made sure that her head was pointing downwards. Then she fell on her knees while taking Juniper alongside for the ride and landed with her fat, sweaty crotch right on the other wrestler's unexpecting face.
 
"It's the Pharaonic Tombstone Piledriver! It connected!" Ovis announced. "Juniper just got a taste of something she'll never forget!"
 
"She's got her mouth full, that's for sure!" Lupa joked, then added. "And the same can be said for Croc Rock, look! She's putting Juniper's tail in her mouth.
 
It was true, that Ammit had started to swallow the Tag Team Champion tail-first and was making quick work of her, taking advantage of Juniper's understandable exhaustion and lowered spirits after receiving the piledriver.
 
"She's slurping Juniper up like spaghetti!" Ovis pointed out. "This gotta be humiliating for such a proud lamia, who has been a champion so many times!"
 
Ammit had slurped her opponent up to her human waist and slowed things down upon reaching this point to play with her food. Juniper was protesting and uselessly hitting Amy with her wringling hands, while the Egyptian croc simply sucked and tasted the lamia's lips loudly, really driving the point home that she was enjoying herself. Amy opened her mouth wide and, placing a hand on Juniper's head, started pushing the screaming wrestler down her gullet.
 
When the lamia's fat tits passed her mouth and entered her throat, Ammit stopped pushing, instead raising her head so gravity would do her bidding. Juniper slid down her esophagus and was reduced to a voluptuous, large bulge traveling down her neck and Amy closed her mouth with a loud SNAP! as her sharp teeth met.
 
The wrestler-turned-bulge went from her neck to her chest, and from between the goth's gigantic breasts, she was deposited inside a growing stomach, coiled up inside like an extra set of intestines. The fans roared, the ones unfamiliar with Croc Rock's moveset with surprise and the ones who knew with delight.
 
"This is the ultimate culmination of Croc Rock's fighting style," Lupa explained, excitedly. "She tenderizes the meat of her opponents during the match only to eat them when they're ripe! Most of our cast has been through her insides by now and let me tell you, it doesn't sound like a comfortable place to be in!"
 
The goth crocodile grinned, smacking her obscenely bloated potbelly hard while a cascade of saliva ran down her chin. She clenched her stomach muscles to feel them squeezing the lamia, who pathetically struggled against them, only to relax them soon after to give her a breather. Her attention was turned to Nikkita Lyons who, very appropriately, had only started to get up from her introduction to the Nile Crusher Chokeslam now that her fellow Champion had been dealt with.
 
"You want the stinkface?" Ammit glanced at the audience, a sly, mischievous smile on her lipstick-covered lips.
 
"YES!!! The fans roared back at her, almost beggingly. She chuckled.
 
"Then you'll have it," She said, pulling up the lower region of her black leotard, making her fishnet-covered, fat brown buttocks jiggle like chocolate pudding.
 
She smacked her massive ass and it jiggled even more. She took one heavy step forward, and it clapped loudly. She took another step, and the whole arena shook alongside her gigantic booty. Then she turned her back towards the still confused blonde and rushed blindly in Nikkita's direction, her lifted butt hitting the human woman straight on the face and pressing her head against the ring's padding.
 
"NOW I can say I envy Croc Rock's opponent!" Ovis admitted. "And I feel like most of the fans agree on that!"
 
The audience was chanting "ME NEXT! ME NEXT!" non-stop, and lifting posters with messages like "Stinkface me, Croc Rock" or with drawings of the goth wrestler. Her mouth full of brown, soft monster girl flesh, Nikkita would have exchanged places with any of the fans at the drop of a hat, for Ammit was shaking her ass on the blonde's face in a way that was perhaps too ruthless and degrading.
 
Nikkita placed a hand on one of Amy's planet-sized buttocks, said hand sinking into the supple surface as she tried weakly to push the fat derrière away.
 
"Owww, you don't like having my fat ass on your face like this, do you?" Amy asked with mock worry, then sudden delighted rudeness. "Tough luck, it's a shame but you can't do jackshit to resist. The script, you know...~"
 
It was true. Even if Nikkita Lyons could push her titanic opponent away, the script would forbid her from making her look bad by landing any relevant attack on Croc Rock. Nikkita was fated to lose from the start. Now she was a plaything in the monster girl's pitiless hands.
 
"We've all had our fun, time to wrap this up," The goth croc spread her asscheeks, exposing her butthole enough for the blonde's head to be engulfed by it. Amy's eyes rolled upwards and she bit her lower lip as she felt Nikkita's shoulders also entering her relaxing anus. "Fuck, this feels good~"
 
"Oho, so Croc Rock's changing things up a little!" Lupa giggled. "This is not something I ever tried myself, but I've heard it feels pretty great. Our crocodile is still as self-indulgent as always if she's willing to eat her opponent with her ass while all of Nikkita Lyons' fans watch helplessly!"
 
By now, the blonde wrestler's fat tits were entering the mini-giantess' asshole and soon enough, she had been inserted up to her waist. Ammit walked to the center of the ring, so all the audience could take a good look at Nikkita's pathetic kicking legs and fat ass sticking out of a much fatter ass. Like an overfed and slick panther, the monster girl raised her butt and lowered her head and arms, touching the surface of the ring. Her thick tail moved from one side to the other, stimulated by the pleasure of eating an entire meaty woman through the back door. There was a loud, powerful slurp and it was over for Nikkita Lyons.
 
"Now that the Tag Team Champions have been captured and imprisoned inside Croc Rock's bubbling stomach, their only hope is getting out before the colossus can pin them!" Ovis explained, then suddenly realized. "Why, but she can't pin them down! The referee is trapped inside Juniper's snake stomach!"
 
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Ovis," Lupa smirked. "Just take a look at Croc Rock's hand!"
 
"It's the referee's shirt!" The sheep demi-human shouted. "She's got it alright! But how...?"
 
"Juniper burped it up earlier," Her fellow commentator explained. "Wrestling fans, what you're about to see today might be a first in the history of the sport! Open your eyes and watch as Croc Rock does what has never been done before...!"
 
Amy was putting the slimy, diminutive referee black and white shirt on! She had somehow managed to fit her head in it and was now trying to bring it down while commentators and fans alike gasped and screamed ejaculations of confusion and surprise. The referee's shirt was starting to tear with a loud sound that could be heard from the entire arena, but still, Ammit forced it down with the same lack of mercy she had forced her opponents down her gullet and behind.
 
"This is an article of clothing made for human women! It was already tight for its original owner due to her large chest, so to a mini-giantess like Croc Rock, it simply won't fit! It's impossible...!" Ovis bit her lower lip, watching the developments as if hypnotized.
 
"The shirt is tearing, but it's coming down! Somehow, she placed her arms inside it, even if it has turned the sleeves into a stringy mess! Is Croc Rock going to perform a miracle tonight at BBW's arena...?!"
 
There was a ripping sound as Ammit's massive tits tore the shirt to shreds, but somehow, the referee's uniform still kept some form of unity, even if it had been stretched into rags, ready to fall apart into tiny bits of cloth at a moment's notice. She was wearing the shirt!
 
"SHE DID IT!" Commentators and fans alike roared, and Lupa added. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE'VE SEEN HISTORY BEING MADE! CROC ROCK IS NOW, TECHNICALLY, REFEREE OF THIS MATCH!"
 
Ammit grinned, covering and pressing the voluptuous bulges in her stomach with one arm while falling to her knees. She slapped the mat once.
 
"SHE'S DOING IT, LUPA!" Ovis was out of her mind. "SHE'S STARTED THE THREE COUNT!"
 
Ammit slapped the mat twice.
 
"IN ALL OF MY YEARS WORKING IN THIS BUSINESS, I'VE NEVER SEEN THIS!" Lupa admitted. "THIS IS WRESTLING TAKEN TO ITS LIMIT!"
 
 
Ammit slapped the mat for the third and final time. 1, 2, 3, she had won! A bell rang as she got up, sighing in relief that she had made it through even if Juniper's recklessness had forced her to alter the finish quite a bit.
 
"And the winner, and BBW's Tag Team Champion is... CROC ROCK!!!" A voice announced just as Ammit lifted a leg and let a gale of hot wind blow out of her ass as she farted up Juniper and Nikkita's orange and green outfits.
 
 
𝙋𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏!
 
 
There was another huge pop at the sound of the gas being released, for it felt like a confirmation of the monster girl's undeniable victory.
 
There was an uncomfortable grumble from Ammit's belly, as her tight bowels hungrily claimed their due. Amy spread her legs, pulled part of her leotard aside and, making a little bit of effort, began squeezing the ex-Tag Team Champions out. The first thing to appear was Nikkita's blonde head, quickly followed by her shoulders and white naked breasts. The rest of her statuesque, meaty figure soon followed, and she fell awkward and steamy on the center of the ring. After that, it was time to part ways with the groaning lamia, which coiled out of Amy's butt and fell on top of her partner, as naked as her.
 
"I'm never going to show my face here again," Juniper moaned as her own insides released a tortured growl. "Fuck, I need to let this referee out, she isn't agreeing with me at all..."
 
"Thanks for the title, bitches," Amy said, picking up the Tag Team belts from the wreck that was her opponent. "I'll be keeping these. Just need to wash your and my butt's sweat out of them and they'll be brand new."
 
And just like that, Croc Rock walked out of the ring to a roaring audience.
 
"An incredible display by Croc Rock!" Lupa said while eyeing her fellow commentator. "I might want to take a few notes from her book myself..."
 
 
 
Later that night, Ammit was chugging an energy drink to get ready for her next match, for she still had to participate in the main event again before her day's work was through.
 
"Heh, if it isn't the new Tag Team Champion~" A feminine voice came from behind and, turning around, the goth found herself staring at a mini-giantess as tall as herself.
 
"Oh, it's you, Plasma," The crocodile girl said with a poker face.
 
"I must say, thanks a lot for grabbing some more titles before it's my turn to fight you," The other mini-giantess smiled. "I won't mind adding them to my collection, especially the Tag Team belts since I've always had a hard time sharing the spotlight with a partner."
 
Now Plasma was a massive woman, with greenish, slightly transparent skin and hair and jello-like curves. Her breasts were more massive than Amy's, and her thighs were unbelievably thick. Her wobbly ass seemed to be constantly about to explode out of her clothes as well.
 
"No problem, I'm sure you'll pay me back," Ammit grinned. "Although you might have to pay with interest."
 
"Huh? What do you mean?" The other wrestler's smile disappeared, and an annoyed, poisonous expression gained its place. "You know I'm supposed to win this match, you walking leather bag, so I hope you don't pull any tricks. I'm the World Champion, the face of the Company, and getting you fired and sued into oblivion would be as easy as breathing for me!"
 
"Tricks? I don't do those. The only thing we'll do is put on a show together, don't worry," The goth smirked and walked away, leaving her furious opponent behind.
 
 
...
 
 
"Ladies and gentlemen! Lupa announced enthusiastically. "It's time for the final match of the event, the match to decide the World Championship!"
 
"Hm! Hm! 𝙂𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙡𝙚" Said Ovis.
 
"I'm afraid that my fellow commentator will be unable to share her opinion with us for the rest of the 𝙐𝙍𝙋, excuse me, night!" The wolf girl laughed, smacking her tight, bloated belly placed on top of the commentator's table.
 
The fans were crazy with excitement. This was the most important match of the night, no, of the year, after all. It would decide who the next BBW World Champion would be, a rank that was comparable to royalty in the company and which only the best of the best could ever brag about achieving.
 
Croc Rock's kickass theme began playing and said wrestler entered the arena for the second time that night, to a massive pop from the crowd. She walked towards the squared circle with a confident swagger and made her way into it over the top ropes.
 
"Here's a fan favorite for you, the challenger Croc Rock making her return after gaining the Tag Team Championship in a Handicap Match only a few hours ago! Will she snatch up the World Championship as well, or will her ambitions be put to a sudden halt?!" Lupa shouted passionately.
 
Amy stood on the ring, arms crossed with impatience. Finally, another loud theme began blasting out of the speakers and a voice announced Plasma, the World Champion, as she entered the arena to a show of pyrotechnics and colorful flashing lights. There was pop, perhaps slightly less intense than the one given to Croc Rock's entrance, and Plasma waved her way into the ring, wearing an outfit that looked more like a battle bikini and the glorious belt that identified her as the World Champion around her waist.
 
Even in the ring, Plasma kept waving and blowing kisses at the excited audience while Ammit just stared at her intensely. A (new) referee entered the ring and kept the women away from one another, then the bell rang and the match started.
 
Just like in her previous match, Amy wanted to be the first to move. She tried to hit Plasma with a powerful chop, but her hand sank inside the other wrestler's greenish body!
 
"One could say that this is also a Handicap Match for Croc Rock!" Lupa explained, her squirming belly shaking on the commentator's table. "Plasma is a slime and can control the shape and density of her body at will, which makes her downright impossible to hit with predictable attacks!"
 
Amy tried to get her hand out of the slimegirl's but found it impossible to remove. Plasma smirked.
 
"What's wrong, gecko? Found yourself in a... sticky situation?" The slime wrestler laughed a hearty 'hohohoho!' and stood there with hands on her hips. "You might as well have punched a piece of giant bubblegum. I'm the ultimate wrestler, as you're about to find out!"
 
Having said that, Plasma punched her opponent in the face and, although it was softer than a fist of solid flesh, it was much harder than the part of her body that Amy had sunken into.
 
"Defend yourself before I make leather boots out of you!" Plasma taunted and punched again and again, missing some attacks. Eventually, Ammit managed to catch her wrist and the slimegirl was forced to make it slimier so she could escape the croc's powerful grasp. "H-Hey, stop being so stiff...!"
 
Plasma was so intimidated by the voracious, savage look Amy threw her way that she walked back, freeing her opponent's hand by her own account. She shuddered, her jello body jiggling, and then she laughed at her own fears.
 
"You scared me a bit, gecko, but I've got the whole company on my side. You're not allowed to win this match, I'll be the World Champion forever. I'll finish you here and now: Juniper might be a master of submission, but I'm very near her level myself!"
 
The slimegirl suddenly darted forward, taking Amy by surprise and grabbing her head, then sinking into her greenish body.
 
"It's Plasma's Pool of Doom!" Lupa shouted excitedly. "One of the most feared submission holds in the sport! She immobilizes her opponent's head inside her slimy body until they give up! What a cruel tactic!"
 
"Heh, feel like giving up alreHUH?!" There was a loud sucking sound, and Plasma's eyes widened. "What the hell are you doing?! You know I'm supposed to win, right? This...this is not in the script of the match...!"
 
 
𝙂𝙐𝙇𝙋! 𝙂𝙐𝙇𝙋! 𝙂𝙐𝙇𝙋!
 
The Egyptian crocodile kept swallowing more and more of the slimegirl's mass, and the cocky World Champion began to diminish in size.
 
"S-Stop! You can't do this! You'll be fired! Your life is going to be so over!"
 
 
𝙂𝙐𝙇𝙋! 𝙂𝙐𝙇𝙋! 𝙂𝙐𝙇𝙋!
 
 
"P-Please!"
 
 
𝙂𝙐𝙇𝙋! 𝙂𝙐𝙇𝙋!
 
"P-Pretty please...?" Plasma begged, by this point reduced to half the size of a human woman, while Amy's belly had bloated into a huge round brown sphere.
 
 
𝙂𝙐𝙇𝙋!
 
 
One last powerful gulp and the slimegirl champion disappeared. Ammit stood there, her mouth wet and her hands on her loudly sloshing inflated gut, panting. The crowd was speechless, then there was the thunderous sound of hundreds of people laughing simultaneously.
 
"You tasted 𝙐𝙍𝙆 way better than bubblegum. Guess you were born to be eaten instead of being the champ. Bye-bye to your career," Ammit said, smacking her soft, increasingly active belly where Plasma was entering a state of complete panic. "I'm so 𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙋 fucking stuffe𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙋!"
 
The monster girl released a loud gelatinous belch, and it sent Plasma's World Champion belt flying from her mouth. It felt to the mat with a wet sound and the monster girl admired it, then, placed her arms around her belly as she had done before with the former Tag Team Champions. The referee rushed to the floor beside her and slapped the mat one, two, and three. A bell rang!
 
"And the winner and BBW World Champion is," A voice announced. "Croc Rock!!!"
 
The audience went crazy and then started chanting Amy's wrestling name as if it were an anthem. The mini-giantess raised both her arms, drunken with glory. She then picked up the World Champion belt from the mat and, to the delight of the fans, placed it around her own waist, her bloated mid-section getting in the way though.
 
Amy threw a knowing smirk at the audience as if she was taking them all as her accomplices in what she would do next. Grabbing the belt firmly, she tightened it until it crushed the jello-like body inside, forcing it to lose its solidity as her belly was mercilessly pressed. Plasma's liquified body shifted inside the stomach, and she groaned angrily. The fans, of course, loved it.
 
"Croc Rock's giving 'squash match' a new meaning tonight, folks!" Lupa laughed.
 
"You talk too much about the script, but based on the reaction I'm getting, I bet the higher-ups won't mind me changing things up a little," Amy grinned as she made her way out of the ring, her loud belly sloshing and glorping about with each movement.
 
As soon as she exited the arena, she was approached by a busty woman wearing glasses, whose face appeared to be both angry and excited.
 
"So Plasma lost, huh," The woman said. "I did have a bad feeling about tonight, although she wouldn't listen to me!"
 
That woman was Plasma's kayfabe manager and real-life lover, Karine, who also worked in the creative team of Bold Beautiful Wrestling and always made sure to guarantee that her girlfriend would always come on top, being as responsible for the slime's Reign of Terror as the slime's own wrestling abilities.
 
"Guess I'll have to keep bringing you more opponents since you're the champ now," Karine clenched her teeth. "But something tells me this is room service for you!"
 
"Heh, you got the right idea there, Miss Manager. She was your girlfriend, wasn't she?" Ammit smacked her belly, to show who she meant. "I hope you don't get jealous if I decide to keep her, she makes a fun belly pet. That is unless you want to join her~"
 
"C-Cut it out, you reptile!" The manager smiled and blushed, but averted her gaze from Amy's. "You can do whatever you want to that loser...!"
 
"Now, now, don't be so cruel to your sweetheart, can't you see she misses you already?" And having said that, Amy loosened her World Champion's belt and her brown, soft belly instantly bursted out of it, hitting Karine and pressing her body between its warm, sloshing surface and the wall. "She's so eager for you to join her, see how she hugs you!"
 
"H-Hey, I'm not some mid-carder for you to push around!" The manager protested, but she could hear her lover's liquified body sloshing around the active stomach like a small ocean of protesting slime. Fuck, that was hot. "...eat me..."
 
"Huh? I think I didn't hear you. Can you say that agaaaaain?~"
 
"EAT ME! I-I mean, I don't want Plasma to go through this alone, I deserve as much punishment, being her manager..."
 
"You don't need to say it twice," The goth licked her lips and grabbed the human woman as if she were a doll. Opening her maw wide, she breathed on Karine's face before engulfing her down to her large tits.
 
 
𝙂𝙐𝙇𝙋!
 
 
The monster girl easily swallowed the manager, accompanying her descending bulge with a finger, until she joined her lover inside Amy's belly.
 
"Never thought I'd get a chance to play cupid, but there you have it," Amy rubbed her belly gently while removing Karine's saliva-soaked glasses from her mouth and throwing them aside. "Enjoy your stay, I'll be getting something from the fridge meanwhile."
 
Amy casually strolled towards the kitchen, her massive distended belly bouncing with each step as Plasma melted her manager's clothes away and they kissed each other passionately in the heat of the moment.