I’ve never understood why my boyfriend enjoys wrestling so much. It’s just a bunch of oafs hitting each other in an obviously fake show that eats up my boyfriend’s time when he should be paying attention to me, his girlfriend. Talking to the other girls in my college classes it’s pretty clear that I’m not the only one with that issue either but at least their boyfriends take them out on dates while mine’s busy watching the stupid WWE Network.
Knowing that it was going to take a miracle to drag Jake away from his beloved fake sports, I instead opted to try and find something that would make the experience of watching it with him a bit more bearable. Sure, some of the guys were hot but I’d never been crazy about big muscles which was why I’d opted for someone like Jake who had a runner’s build and wasn’t huge to the point of grossness like some of the wrestlers were. When I found an article online with the title “How To Understand Your Boyfriend’s Love of Wrestling” I felt like I had found precisely what I needed. Maybe there were other girls out there who had gone through the same thing I was going through and had some tips for me!
The moment I clicked on the link my laptop screen suddenly started flashing red and white in rapid succession. I felt like I was going to have a seizure but instead I felt myself being pulled forward by some unknown source until my face was pressed against the screen. I was completely frozen, unable to scream for help and I knew that Jake would be too fixated on the TV to notice that I had suddenly gone silent. Before I could contemplate what was happening any longer I was pulled forward into the screen and the world began to spin around me.
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was how heavy I was. The second was that I had a cock and it was currently rock hard. My hands moved to it in an instant, beginning to jerk off as if I’d been doing it since I was a teenage boy. Pleasure rolled throughout my body as I let out a grunt and heard something far deeper than what I was used to. I could see tattoos of skulls and tribal designs on my arms and absently thought about how hot it made me look. Bouncing my pecs and moving my free had up to run it over my shaven head, I allowed myself to groan louder and louder until I reached my climax and came all over myself, creating quite the mess.
When I finally made it out of bed and in front of a mirror - still totally naked, of course - I was surprised to find that I knew exactly who I was looking at despite the fact I’d never bothered paying attention to the names of Jake’s favorite wrestlers before. The man looking back at me in my reflection was Randy Orton, sometimes-face and sometimes-heel but all around superstar. I wasn’t sure how I knew his name, all I knew was that I was him now and this was an opportunity I wasn’t going to be able to pass up.
It’s time to book a plane ticket back home and give Jakey-boy a little visit. He might not realize it yet but he’s going to look great with his ass up in the air while I fuck him senseless. I don’t know how long I’ll be possessing Orton’s body but I’m going to make the most of it and I’ve got a feeling my boyfriend is going to love submitting to a real man like me! Who knows, maybe I’ll spare him a ticket for my next match. I could always do with another bitch cheering me on at the side of the ring!