A Day In The Life: The Boobie Diva Edition ll

"YAS! Twinning action!"

Written by Gia Gotham

There's always so much that happens at wrestling shows. People always wonder why Lenn and I are such homebodies, why we don't go out to bars and such. For one, we have a young son, Brutus, who is almost 2. Another reason is my work schedule. I work in sales for a corporate wireless company and work quite a bit so anytime we get as a family is special and normally spent at home. And finally people act quite ridiculous with us during day to day errands and running about that in order for us to have a good night it's generally spent around the few we consider friends or with each other at our house. Normally just each other. We're total partners in crime and can never get enough of each other. So with saying all that, wrestling shows is a completely different animal.

We always look forward to going, being around friends, and being able to be ourselves without having the scrutiny of being as odd as we are. This is also the only time I ever bare any semblance of cleavage. I figure it's the only place that can handle it. Even that can depend on the show and crowd.

11AM: Get ready. This show started for us a little later than usual since it was a local area show. What a relief. Normally having a 3-4 hour commute to other federations this was truly a relief to have a show about a half hour away. #winning

12PM: Try new top for wrestling diva wear. This was the second show in a row where I had to retire my previous top because of boobs unable to be contained anymore. This show I decided to try a fitted shirt rather than the tank tops I had been wearing with my catwoman-esq outfit. I was slightly worried with this one because I felt as though it was taking away from the catwoman look slightly it would at least offer more coverage.

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2PM: We arrive at the venue and get settled. This was to be a big event, this federations Wrestlemania. We wait on our friends and merch to arrive so we can put it out at our table.

5PM-7PM: We have our table and merch set and begin to get fully ready for the show. My husband has a tag match coming up, second match on the card. We scramble to get ready as quickly as possible. I finally take off my hoodie, put on my gloves, mask, and utility belt. I start having the ladies flock around me. I already know why. "How big are they?" "How do you keep your boobs lifted?" "How did they get so big?" I get motorboated, felt up, and stared at. Not gonna lie, I totally don't mind this. Obviously I love boobs, and I love women so having both around me and giving advice on others boobs and on breast expansion is awesome to me. I'm pretty much an open boob er book.

7:30ish: Showtime. We are about to go out to the ring. The crowd is LOUD. There are hundreds of people here. I make sure I'm all tucked in. We go out. As soon as we pop out of the curtain the crowd gets louder. My husband works the crowd so good. We start heading towards the ring and as I'm walking towards our corner I'm realizing my utility belt is way too loose. Like loose was an understatement. I had to hold it up and stay in place the entire match otherwise my belt would fall off my hips completely. The match goes well. During the match of course I hear lots of comment made about my boobs, and the typical, "OMG". Even hear a Beth from Dog the Bounty Hunter reference. Which I totally love since her and I fight crime with our tits and she's just yummy. After the match finishes my husband rolls out of the ring once it ends right next to me. My pants feel like they're going to fall off along with my belt so I'm unable to get kneel to him so I bend down to check on him. Another big problem. My boobs are practically falling out of my top. I hear a fan call out asking me to assist him instead and my husband yells back at the creeper. I love my husband. His stare alone will generally silence creeper stares at me among other boundaries attempted to be crossed.

9PM: Intermission. We go out for intermission and this show was probably the most I had ever felt just swarmed and overwhelmed during intermission. I had more women come up, and especially one very persistent one that could not get her hands off my boobs. She would pull, squeeze, bounce them without any breaks. She had recently had a natural increase from hormones and went up a cup size. I could see the boobie greed. But it wasn't all that greedy just a new appreciation for big boobs. She even got her husband involved and asked mine if it was okay for hers to get a grab too. I was surprised she was even willing to let him get a grab between hers. My husband agreed since they're like brothers and known each other for more than 13 years. I know my husband wasn't bothered by her grabs and boob play as much as he was disturbed by the other male fans it attracted and pictures being taken by our slight boob porn we were making.

930PM: Intermission is over and night almost out. My boobs are hurting. I'm ready to go home. I still feel slightly overwhelmed. I'm thinking about getting home and taking off my bra. When you reach a certain size, the thought of removing your constricting bra is about equal to a warm shower after a long day or taking off your heels after a night out.

12AM: We head home. All in all a great night. My boobs beg to differ. We discuss the night and talk about how much fun it was. We also talk about my wardrobe and how I will probably need to retire my new top since my boobs almost completely popped out at the end of the match. I assure that I just need to be more careful, especially with the belt malfunction earlier. As soon as we get inside I start taking my layers off. It's always great to realize the damage that happens underneath tops after the night is over. I notice how my boobs decided to not stay in the bras so I had holy bat nipples probably most of night. Or maybe that was what happened during intermission. All the lines from bras and tops showing up across my skin. I can always count on myself and my husband to find those marks hot. We're just strange like that.