Fantasy Female Wrestling Club, Part 1 By Fragilistic, frag902@yahoo.co.uk In the 2050's the science of human genetics took off in a big way. Designer people had become a reality. For the right price it was possible to procure the services of a disreputable geneticist who could provide donor sperm and embryos, together with the know how to create designer babies that would grow into adults of previously unseen size and strength. All of which was highly illegal of course. In 2069 the Fantasy Female Wrestling Club opened it's very select doors for the first time to a limited number of high net worth clients. The club existed to provide a fantasy wrestling experience to those who wanted this kind of service and who could afford it. The session fees varied, but members could expect to pay upwards of $100,000 per session. Expensive, yes, but what they offered was unlike anything that could be found elsewhere. The girls at the club aged from 16 to 19 and each was unique. Natalie, the youngest, was 6 foot 8 inches tall and weighed 250 pounds, most of which was muscle and thighs and breasts. Her chest measurement was a natural 60GG and she could easily suffocate a grown man with her titanic tits in a matter of seconds. The oldest girl in the club, Susanna, stood a fearsome 8 feet 5 inches tall and had a 90DD bust. If she chose she could crush a man just by resting one of her phenomenal breasts upon his prone body, watching as he struggled under the prodigious weight. These girls were all beautiful, but extremely deadly. Their genetic makeup made them inhumanely strong, such that they could lift a man off the ground with one finger and crush him like a bug. And yet the chance to stand in the presence of these female titans, these goddesses, was too tempting for some and they were prepared to risk life and limb in pursuit of their fantasies. The girls had been engineered specifically for the purpose of working at the club, and they spent their days and nights there, enjoying a pampered lifestyle but deprived of experience of the outside world. They accepted their life for what it was, for they knew that they would not be able to mingle amongst the general populace due to their freakish size and strength. Gary had been a member of Fantasy Female Wrestling Club for a little over three years, and his wife Michelle was out of town for a few days on business, so he sat down at his desk in front of the ViewMax screen and connected to the Fantasy Female Fight Club portal to see which girls were available for a session on Friday night. Natalie, his favorite, was free from 9pm so he booked a session with her. He then chose the level of violence he wanted during the session. There was a rising scale from 1 to 5, increasing in the amount of aggression the girl would use. Level 1 was the gentlest, this involved lifts and carries and pins. In a Level 2 session the girl could use punches and kicks. At Level 3 bearhugs and body scissors were permitted, and broken bones were a likely outcome for any male opponent. Level 4 started to get really serious and was only for the truly committed, as a Level 4 session could result in permanent injury. At Level 5 anything went. No holds barred. The girl could do whatever she liked. No-one ever requested a Level 5 session. Gary wasn't interested in getting hurt, he liked being dominated and made to feel weak and helpless. His particular thing was being smothered by the girls' huge chests which were of fantasy proportions. He selected Level 1 and told himself he wasn't a wimp, just being cautious, after all these girls were engineered for brute strength and could tear a big man in half. He shuddered to think what they might be capable of doing to an average sized guy like himself. Arriving early at the club's secret location, Gary waved his entrance pass in front of the door entry system and the opaque glass doors opened. He was greeted with a warm smile by Maria the receptionist who knew Gary by name and liked him. He tried not to stare at her cleavage and wondered if she was engineered like the wrestling girls were. "Good evening Mr. Bannister", she said beaming at him. "I see you're really going for it tonight" she joked. "A Level 1 session with Natalie, you're throwing caution to the wind aren't you ? I'm surprised you didn't select me!" "Would if I could", Gary replied, stealing another glance at her superb cleavage, "would if I could". "Please go through to the changing rooms, you are expected" she said. Gary walked through the sliding doors into the luxurious changing rooms. There was no-one else about. As usual the clothes he would wear had been neatly folded for him and placed on a table in the middle of the room. He showered, dried himself in the immersion hot air body dryer and changed into a specially made pair of grey sweat pants and white T shirt. The trousers had a thick black leather belt around the middle, as did the neck of the T shirt. This made it easier for the girls to lift the men without crushing them needlessly. Presently a smartly dressed man came into the changing room. "Ready for you now Mr. Bannister" he said. "Please go on through." "How's Natalie tonight ?" Gary asked. "She's on fine form sir, she has had two sessions already today". "And how did they go?" asked Gary. "The first gentleman had a Level 1 session, sir. It was his first visit to the club. She smothered him and he passed out quickly. He's fine now, sir, sitting in the members lounge recovering with a stiff drink." "And the second guy ?" Gary asked inquisitively. "The second gentleman had a Level 3 session with Natalie, sir". Gary's face paled. A Level 3 with Natalie. Christ, what was the guy thinking ? "How's he doing?" Gary dared go ask. "Not so well, sir, I'm afraid. She crushed him quite badly, breaking several of his ribs and his collar bone. He is in the hospital now sir, but we are confident he will make a full recovery." Gary swallowed hard. Just a Level 1 he told himself. She knows the rules and will stick to them, he was sure. For his sake he prayed she would. Gary made his way slowly down the tunnel and out into the bright lights of the arena. It was an impressive sight, large and round, with a rubberized floor proving some degree of protection from the falls and knocks the men would receive from the girls. He looked out onto the audience and could see some 50 or so people in the audience, a mixture of men and women, eager for the next session to begin. The arena could hold up to 250 people at full capacity. Members were allowed to watch sessions for a much reduced fee than actually taking part, and many chose to do so. He raised his arm in acknowledgement to the crowd, some of whose faces he recognized, many though were unfamiliar, strangers interested only in what the evening's entertainment would bring. This however this was no gladiatorial contest, the girls were all far too big and strong for that, it was a pure fantasy match, giving mere mortals the unique opportunity to experience what it is like to compete against giants. An announcement brought Gary to attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's next session will be between Mr. Gary Bannister, and the lovely Natalie, in a level 1 competition." The 50 or so people in the crowd cheered, Natalie was a favorite, despite the fact that she had only been wrestling for a year. Then suddenly Natalie burst into the arena, a silky black cloak draped around her shoulders. She unclasped it, swung it around several times and flung it up into the audience. She was now topless, her massive chest on display for all to see. All she was wearing was a skimpy bikini bottom and 4" high leather boots. This made her almost seven foot tall. She liked to fight like this as it intimidated her opponents even more. All part of the show. Gary looked up, and up, into her stunning face. She was as beautiful as he remembered, long brown hair and soft hazel eyes. Her massive arms rippled with muscle, her thighs were thick and powerful. Gary swallowed hard, and said a silent prayer. The two contestants approached each other, Gary's eyes just below the level of her enormous chest. Natalie smiled down at him. "I'm going to grind you into dust, little man" she said softly, just for Gary's ears. He knew this was all part of the act, to get him excited, but even so it was terrifying to hear for he knew full well she was capable of delivering on her promise. He just hoped that she wouldn't get too carried away and hurt him for real. "Let the contest begin," boomed the announcer. Natalie immediately charged at Gary, moving extremely quickly for a big girl. Gary narrowly managed to avoid being trampled by her, and ducked to the left as she ploughed past him. "Not bad, I see you've still got your reflexes", she complimented. "Well I don't want to make it too easy for you", Gary replied, breathing hard. Natalie advanced slowly towards Gary, who matched her step for step, backing away from her. She herded him towards a corner where there was less chance of him evading her. She continued to close the angle of escape available to him. "No-where left to run, no-where left to hide little man" she said, as she lunged at him, her huge hands sweeping towards him like shovels. At the same moment Gary ducked and dived forwards, trying to avoid her gripping hands, and saw his escape route between her legs. For a second it looked like he was going to make it, but Natalie's reactions were quicker. She closed her legs just in time to trap him between her enormous calves. As this was a Level 1 session she wasn't allowed to squeeze him between her legs otherwise it would have been all over. Instead she held him in place effortlessly, her calves bigger than his body, seemingly threatening to crush him any instant. She reached down between her massive legs and plucked him by the neck collar effortlessly into the air with one hand, dangling him in front of her pretty face, his feet kicking helplessly two feet off the ground. She brought him up close to her pouting lips. "Aw, did the poor little man get caught by the big girl?" Gary's heart started racing a thousand beats per minute. This was what he was here for, the thrill of being held by these magnificent girls was overpowering. "Please, Natalie, be gentle with me", he begged, knowing full well that she would. She lifted him above her head and passed him back and forth between her hands like a girl playing catch with her favorite toy. Then she brought him level with her chest and held his forearms tightly in both her hands, pinning his arms to his sides as she walked around the arena with him, to the delight of the crowd. She pretended to crush him between her hands by pressing them together. The crowd egged her on. Gary was in heaven. His beautiful Natalie was toying with him like he was a doll, and he was helpless in her strong hands. God, she was so beautiful and strong. She could easily crush him to death just by pressing her hands together, but he knew she wouldn't hurt him. She carried him over to the wall and held him there, one large beautifully manicured hand pressing his chest hard up against the wall. "I don't know", she said, "whether to crush you with my legs, or my breasts, or my arms. What do you think?" It was all part of the act of course, Gary knew she wasn't really going to crush him, but the very thought of it was enough to bring him close to orgasm. She moved in closer, so that her enormous breasts touched his chest. As she allowed her breasts to cover his small body and pin him to the wall, so she removed her hand, holding him trapped against the wall using her mighty chest alone. Her massive nipples dug into his torso and he almost fainted at the sheer power of this young girl dominating his weak body. She pressed him gently against the wall, hands at her sides, allowing him to take shallow breaths, her chest completely dominating his smaller weaker body. Natalie regulated her own breathing, careful not to hurt him, for if she inhaled deeply she would crush him to a paste against the wall. Natalie knew she wasn't allowed to crush Gary in a Level 1 session, although that was what she really wanted to do right now. She was on a power trip and it felt really good. It took considerable restraint on her part but she was well trained. She loved the rush, hearing men twice her age begging for mercy, watching their terrified faces as she pulverized their weak bodies. Instead she positioned Gary so that his head was held fast between her massive breasts, and then gently squeezed her boobs together, cutting off his oxygen supply completely. He kicked his legs and flailed his arms and then he fell still. She immediately stepped away from him, catching his body in her strong arms, and laying him down gently on the floor where a waiting paramedic began to administer oxygen. "Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the stupendous Natalie", came the announcement, as she waved to the crowd before running off down the tunnel. Gary was carried away on a stretcher to the recovery room. To be continued...