"Who do you belong to, Rhea?"
The simple question that changed Rhea Ripley's life forever. Six months had passed since Big Mami Raquel Gonzaléz asked NXT's former Nightmare that question, forcing Rhea to pick and choose between her old, boring life as a top or her fun, new, exciting life with her owner, Big Mami. Obviously, Rhea made the best decision for both herself, her fat, goth arse, and Raquel.
Naturally, a lot has changed since then. For starters, Raquel was now the NXT Champion, as if she couldn't get anymore dominant. In turn, Ripley had begun her main roster journey to mixed results. But it didn't matter. Not anymore. Rhea hadn't thought about topping anyone since that night, anyway. Not so much as the vaguest whim of strapping a harness to her waist even crossed her mind. And how could it? Big Mami was practically living in her ass, fucking it as many as three and four times a day when she could which, coincidentally, brings light to the biggest change of all.
Just a few days after signing away her soul to, or as Rhea saw it, "officially falling in love with" Big Mami, Raquel moved Rhea into her apartment. Since then, The Nightmare has been living the "housewife life" whenever possible, i.e. if her fancy new main roster schedule allowed it. Which lately, wasn't often. It was WrestleMania season. In fact, The Show of Shows was just a week away, and not only was Rhea scheduled, but her name was in the marquee. The Nightmare vs The Empress of Tomorrow, Asuka, for the Raw Women's Championship. Two total bottoms, but what promised to be a fantastic match nonetheless.
Nevertheless, if she was home, you best believe Rhea was being the best little fat-arsed homemaker possible for her Big Mami. Keeping the apartment clean and tidy, doing laundry, preparing the meals to mixed results, and a litany of other chores, always dolled up in the process in some kind of sexy outfit or lingerie set, not only to make sure Big Mami always had something nice to look at, but to keep herself readily available for an on-a-whim ass-fucking, too. Well and truly, Rhea was living her happiest, best little bottom life!
Even now, as Rhea patiently awaited Raquel's return home from work, she was dressed to the nines in an all-black lace set. A corset which barely covered her huge, natural sweater puppies, thigh-high stockings clinging to her leg meat as if it was a gasping man's final breath, a garter belt that hugged her waist like nobody's business, a micro thong that, considering the sea of ass cheek it sat lodged between, may as well not have even been there at all, and a classy pair of high heels to complete the ensemble. Rhea, of course, was wearing her favorite buttplug that Mami had gifted her as well; she wouldn't be caught dead without it. And the pièce de résistance to any of Rhea's outfits these days? The Big Mami brand right on her fat ass, a tattoo of a flexed bicep to symbolize Raquel's strength and her forever ownership of that ass.
Not exactly Rhea's style, per se, not really in line with her alt, goth personality but...fuck it! For Big Mami, Rhea would wear a corn chip and two dimes and call it an outfit. So long as her precious Mami was happy, that was all that mattered, especially when a happy Mami meant a happy Rhea. Of course...the oven mitts on Rhea's hands were ESPECIALLY not goth or alt but, hey, you can't exactly get something out of the oven without them, right? And Rhea definitely needed to get her cookies out of the oven! She'd...already ruined three batches as it was, and with Big Mami likely to be home any minute, THIS batch needed to be absolutely perfect.
See, the outfit, by far Big Mami's favorite for Rhea to wear, the cookies...all of it was dressing for Rhea to finally pop the question. Finally, after six months of non-stop love and happiness, The Nightmare was going to ask Big Mami to take things to the next level. She was finally going to, politely of course, ask to lose her double-anal cherry! Long, LONG overdue as ever since that night, Rhea's been hesitant. Sure, she thought about taking two cocks in her fat fucking ass but...she didn't like the idea of anyone else being involved; more people meant less direct attention from Big Mami.
But the thought has plagued her recently, especially since joining the main roster and being forced to witness how ubiquitous and common double-anal poundings are there. At long last, Rhea was ready to make the request. So, she was doing her best to keep everything perfect so Raquel would be nice and buttered up when she did. Her favorite outfit, her favorite cookies and, of course, her most favorite piece of ass in the whole world, that big, goth dumper that she was still oh-so-smitten with six months and over an hundred ass-fuckings later. The apartment was spotless, the bills were paid in advance, dinner was all but officially ready to get going as soon as Raquel was ready for it, the cookies were...okay, a step above the previous batches; these were edible, at least! Look, Rhea's a bottom, not a baker.
Everything was about as perfect as it was going to get, a thought that put a happy little bottom smile on Rhea's happy little bottom face, her dark make-up the last shred of her goth reputation, and even that only surviving because without it, Raquel wouldn't be able to call Rhea her "fat-assed goth bitch", which they both loved quite a bit. In any case, everything was ready. Most importantly, she was ready, and, as she sat a second sheet of cookies down on the cooling rack, Rhea heard the front door unlock from the other side, an even bigger smile spreading across her beautiful face. The door opened briefly, then closed, and Rhea heard those words that she loved to hear oh-so-very much.
"Who do you belong to, Rhea?" Big Mami Raquel called out, as she always did upon arriving home.
Rhea immediately turned around, bolting to the front door to meet her precious, beloved owner while screaming, "BIG MAMIIIIII!!!!!" And not just meet her, no. Rhea literally jumped into Raquel's arms, wrapping her own around Mami's neck as the strong Texan held her up, their lips reacquainting as they did every time they hadn't seen each other for more than a few hours. Rhea, so lost in her love and affection for Raquel, failed to even notice the pair of women, both of which easily recognizable to even the weakest of eyes, standing off to the side.
Becky Lynch and Charlotte Flair, two of the all-time greats, watched on as Rhea and Raquel's mouths attacked each other, swapping spit as if it was going out of style. At least, for a while, until Rhea broke the kiss, if only briefly, to finally answer the question she'd been asked. "I belong to Big Mami," Rhea assured, feeling so happy, so totally owned, down to Raquel holding her in her arms like a baby and yet, Rhea couldn't help but think things couldn't get any better, if only briefly, before moving back in to smooch with her owner some more.
Big Mami was happy to oblige, at least for a moment but, as always, time was of the essence. So, after getting her temporary fill, Raquel broke the kiss to request, "Are you gonna say hi to our guests, my fat-bootied goth bitch?"
Truthfully, Rhea didn't care about Becky in the slightest...Charlotte was a different story being the woman who took her anal cherry but...of course, Raquel was the only one for her. Nevertheless, Mami's orders, so Rhea gave a slight wave and greeted, "Becks...Charlie...welcome to our apartment."
"The pleasure's all mine, lass, I can promise ye that," Becky assured, standing so closely to Charlotte she may as well have been glued to her. Flair...didn't respond, instead offering a wave while looking awkward and tense. Rhea didn't dwell on it too much.
"Well, not exactly," Raquel responded to Becky with a hearty laugh before returning her attention to Rhea. "Sorry I didn't tell you we were having peeps over, Rhea."
"That's fine, Big Mami," Rhea happily assured with a smile on her face like a good, broken little bitch. "Dinner's not started yet anyway. I made ya some cookies though!"
Raquel grinned. "Lemme guess...white-chocolate macadamia nut?"
"Of course!" Rhea beamed. "I know there ya favorite, Mami. I tried ma best with 'em...my cookin's gotten bettah, but the bakin' still needs work. Sorry."
"It's okay, bitch...it's the thought that counts, right? Even if they suck."
"Right," Rhea agreed. "And...speaking of thoughts...I've been meanin' to ask ya somethin' for a long time now, Mami. I-"
