Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Maryse or Becky Lynch or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Author's note: This is a sequel series to Maryse's Love Of Fat Ass. ***** "What a disgrace." Maryse grimaced at the sight of Becky Lynch of all people holding up both women's ti...
Chapter 1 It’s time for some women to lose their clothes thanks to some superpowered guys and gals! This story can go one of two ways: You’re woman or man who suddenly develops a superpower(s) and uses it/them to strip women naked in public. It could be something like being able to control fabric or mind controlling a lady into stripping. Maybe your power is...
6:00p.m. Dinner went great. No more hounding questions at the dinner table. Everyone ate and was stuffed. Big Momma and LaJoria got up, cleared the dinner plates and went into the kitchen. She brought back the hot peach cobbler from the oven and a bucket of vanilla ice cream. She served everyone their portions and returned to the kitchen. "Why don't we ta...
"The Romonus are approaching!" A woman's screams echoed through my small village. In the far corners of my mind I knew this day would come. My grandmother, the most powerful witch of The Volusion tribe, had foreseen this event. She saw the horses galloping in the smoke, the crackling of splinters signifying the fire of gunshots. Somehow they knew of my pre...
Chapter 36 "Both of you stop eating," and Jean had a very solemn face on. "Master Mary has got a bright yellow glow in her aurora." Mary and I had the same shocked look on our face. "Jean said, "It wasn't there when Mary took you upstairs but it is there now." I said, "This can't be." The doc started laughing and said "Now you know how I felt come over he...
(Part 1) LAJORIA Day 1 10:50p.m. (school) Tuesday Rrrriiiinnnnnggggg!!!! The school bell rung to begin first lunch and I grabbed my books and left my Calculus class. I headed downstairs to my locker then to the lunchroom. “LaJoria!” a familiar voice yelled up from behind. I turned around to find Tyrell Isaiah Jordan b.k.a. Black a.k.a. Rell, the school’...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Carmella or Liv Morgan or Asuka or Alexa Bliss or Charlotte or Zelina Vega or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. * "Damnit!" Carmella swore, the happy expression which had been on her face before quickly disappearing in favour of a pout,...
I woke up disoriented. My head was throbbing and there was an intense pain in my shoulder for some reason. "Gheck." My mouth and throat were dry, I felt as if I had been working in the cutting room and gotten a face full of sawdust. I managed to pry my eyes open, but it was too dark to see where I was. Did I have too many drinks at lunch and have an accident...
This is day one of your journey to being the best WWE Superstar has ever witnessed. You get to control what happens to you, some might be good paths to take, others you should avoid but that is all up to you. Your name is Michael Fischer and this is the beginning of your path. Before any of the fun starts, you stand at five feet & eight inches, weigh app...
Gabriella reminded me everyday why I was single as fuck: women were irritating. So irritating that at only thirty-three years old I already had strands of gray in my fade. I named them after the five women I'd had serious relationships with. Gabriella was no lover, was only my student, but she'd landed her name on top of my head. She recently turned eightee...