Lulled into a haze against Patty’s soft, smothering ass, you feel yourself gradually blackout from the lack of oxygen, Patty’s obnoxious laughter and the wild cheers of the crowd echoing through your ears as you do. Eventually, you wake sitting up on the floor in an unfamiliar room, a large vanity table in front of you while your back rests against a leather stool. You crane your head to look around and get your bearings, and you grimace when you see the familiar face of the pink-haired brat that beat you plastered all over.
There’s a vast collage of Pink Princess memorabilia (pictures, trophies, magazine articles, merch, etc.) spread throughout the room, which, of course, is also colored pink. It doesn’t take a genius to realize this is Patty’s dressing room. What you don’t understand is why you’re even here? Did she bring you here after beating you? For what? She doesn’t seem to be around, so you decide to think about these questions later and leave before she comes back. Just as you try to get up, you realize you can hardly move. You look down at your hands and feet and realize you’ve been tied up! Bound by a frilly pink rope, each of your ankles are tied to one of the vanity table legs in front of you while each of your wrists are tied to one of the stool legs right behind you. The hell!? Did Patty do this while you were asleep? Why!?
Moments later, Patty walks out of her nearby bathroom, wearing nothing but a tank top, panties, and thigh-high socks, all of them pink. She approaches her makeup table and sees you squirming. “It’s about time you woke up, peasant. It’s rude to keep your Princess waiting.”
“W-what the hell’s going on, Patty!? W-why am I here? Why am I tied up like this!?”
Patty crosses her arms in a regal manner, hefting her huge bosom as she does so. “Well, peasant, if you must know, I realized something during my match with you. You might not make a great wrestler, but you do make a nice, warm seat to sit on.” You balk at Patty’s answer, thinking she’s just rubbing her victory in your face, like she did with her ass earlier, and you demand she quit playing and let you go. “Oh come off it,” she rebuts. “Like, did you not see yourself out there? You were pitiful. You could hardly do a thing against me.” You feel yourself go red at her harsh comment. You hate to admit it, but Patty did beat you handily. “At best, all you did was make me mess up my makeup a little, so I'm gonna have to reapply it before I can be seen in public again. For your little blunder, you're going to help me by being my new personal throne while I fix myself. It'll be the first useful thing you've done since you got here."
Again, you’re astonished by Patty’s callous comment. She really does intend to use you as her seat! Patty ignores your struggling and your demands for freedom as she moves in front of you and assembles her makeup and other beauty tools on her table. Once again you’re presented with another sight of Patty’s huge, round ass, and you notice her panties have a small heart on them with the words “Kiss Me” sewn onto it, further emphasizing her royal rump. “If Touko finds out, she might eventually make me let you go, but until then I’ll be sure to put you to good use.”
Furious, you yell, “You little bitch, you can do th-mmrrrph,” but Patty interrupts by unceremoniously sitting down, the weight of her soft, yielding flesh silencing you while forcing you to crane your head back onto the leather stool.
“Oh, like, hush up already! You should be honored you get to be my personal throne,” Patty chides as she wiggles her hips to get settled, wedging your face deeper into the cleft between her cheeks. Her new throne properly sat on now, Patty begins primping herself, while you grunt and curse beneath her, your muffled voice giving her pleasant tingles though her flesh. It doesn’t take long for you to start running out of oxygen again. As Patty works on her eyelashes, you desperately squirm your head beneath her to find some much needed air. In your panic to breathe, you inadvertently snort out some of the precious little air you have left in your lungs, the sudden sensation tickling Patty. “H-hey, take it easy,” Patty says with a giggle. “I know you must be excited to spend so much close, personal time with my beautiful booty, but your Princess has important work to do. So hold still.” Patty wriggles her hips on top of you again, jostling your head with her full, dominant cheeks to lull you into submission. “If you behave, I might even let you kiss it later,” she taunts with an obnoxious laugh before moving on to her lipstick.
That does it. You can’t let an egotistical little brat like Patty push you around like this. If she won’t listen to reason, maybe you can get through with force. Your feet and hands might be tied, but the rest of your body is free, meaning you might be able to force Patty off if you’re lucky. Even though you’re still woozy from the match, as well as the smothering Patty’s putting you through now, you exert as much of the remaining strength you have left to suddenly lift your head and torso of the stool, hoping to topple Patty over. “Eeek!” Patty squeals as she feels your head suddenly lift off the stool, upsetting her balance. You manage to lift yourself a few good inches off the stool, but your burst of strength gives out before you can get Patty off you. Her heavy, jiggling butt quickly plops back down onto the stool, securing your head beneath it once again. Patty gives an annoyed grunt as she looks at herself in the mirror, noticing the streak of pink lipstick on her cheek. Your little outburst happened just as she was putting her lipstick on, making her mess up. Miffed, Patty looks over her shoulder at you and starts repeatedly bouncing on your head, lifting her ass just enough for you to see it crashing onto your face each time. “Ugh, like, I thought I told you to keep still, peasant? If you keep this up, I’ll have to start all over, then we’ll both be stuck here all day.” Patty stops bouncing and goes back to wiggling atop you, forcing your head to move with her hips, then taunts “Though I guess you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Out of energy and nearly out of air, you’re left with no other options than to comply with Patty’s outrageous demand. Maybe if you play along, she won’t keep you like this for very long.
Seconds turn into minutes, and minutes turn into what feels like hours, with Patty only giving you air whenever she gets up to grab more makeup or a brush. Just how long does it take for her to do her makeup? You’re not sure how much more of this you can take.
What happens next?
Option 1: You shrink. Is it enough to help you escape, or does it only make things worse for you?
Option 2: You don’t shrink, but Patty keeps forcing you to serve her in other ways
Option 3: Valentina Williams, more DWA royalty, suddenly knocks on the door. Does Patty even consider sharing her new throne? Or writer’s choice
There’s a vast collage of Pink Princess memorabilia (pictures, trophies, magazine articles, merch, etc.) spread throughout the room, which, of course, is also colored pink. It doesn’t take a genius to realize this is Patty’s dressing room. What you don’t understand is why you’re even here? Did she bring you here after beating you? For what? She doesn’t seem to be around, so you decide to think about these questions later and leave before she comes back. Just as you try to get up, you realize you can hardly move. You look down at your hands and feet and realize you’ve been tied up! Bound by a frilly pink rope, each of your ankles are tied to one of the vanity table legs in front of you while each of your wrists are tied to one of the stool legs right behind you. The hell!? Did Patty do this while you were asleep? Why!?
Moments later, Patty walks out of her nearby bathroom, wearing nothing but a tank top, panties, and thigh-high socks, all of them pink. She approaches her makeup table and sees you squirming. “It’s about time you woke up, peasant. It’s rude to keep your Princess waiting.”
“W-what the hell’s going on, Patty!? W-why am I here? Why am I tied up like this!?”
Patty crosses her arms in a regal manner, hefting her huge bosom as she does so. “Well, peasant, if you must know, I realized something during my match with you. You might not make a great wrestler, but you do make a nice, warm seat to sit on.” You balk at Patty’s answer, thinking she’s just rubbing her victory in your face, like she did with her ass earlier, and you demand she quit playing and let you go. “Oh come off it,” she rebuts. “Like, did you not see yourself out there? You were pitiful. You could hardly do a thing against me.” You feel yourself go red at her harsh comment. You hate to admit it, but Patty did beat you handily. “At best, all you did was make me mess up my makeup a little, so I'm gonna have to reapply it before I can be seen in public again. For your little blunder, you're going to help me by being my new personal throne while I fix myself. It'll be the first useful thing you've done since you got here."
Again, you’re astonished by Patty’s callous comment. She really does intend to use you as her seat! Patty ignores your struggling and your demands for freedom as she moves in front of you and assembles her makeup and other beauty tools on her table. Once again you’re presented with another sight of Patty’s huge, round ass, and you notice her panties have a small heart on them with the words “Kiss Me” sewn onto it, further emphasizing her royal rump. “If Touko finds out, she might eventually make me let you go, but until then I’ll be sure to put you to good use.”
Furious, you yell, “You little bitch, you can do th-mmrrrph,” but Patty interrupts by unceremoniously sitting down, the weight of her soft, yielding flesh silencing you while forcing you to crane your head back onto the leather stool.
“Oh, like, hush up already! You should be honored you get to be my personal throne,” Patty chides as she wiggles her hips to get settled, wedging your face deeper into the cleft between her cheeks. Her new throne properly sat on now, Patty begins primping herself, while you grunt and curse beneath her, your muffled voice giving her pleasant tingles though her flesh. It doesn’t take long for you to start running out of oxygen again. As Patty works on her eyelashes, you desperately squirm your head beneath her to find some much needed air. In your panic to breathe, you inadvertently snort out some of the precious little air you have left in your lungs, the sudden sensation tickling Patty. “H-hey, take it easy,” Patty says with a giggle. “I know you must be excited to spend so much close, personal time with my beautiful booty, but your Princess has important work to do. So hold still.” Patty wriggles her hips on top of you again, jostling your head with her full, dominant cheeks to lull you into submission. “If you behave, I might even let you kiss it later,” she taunts with an obnoxious laugh before moving on to her lipstick.
That does it. You can’t let an egotistical little brat like Patty push you around like this. If she won’t listen to reason, maybe you can get through with force. Your feet and hands might be tied, but the rest of your body is free, meaning you might be able to force Patty off if you’re lucky. Even though you’re still woozy from the match, as well as the smothering Patty’s putting you through now, you exert as much of the remaining strength you have left to suddenly lift your head and torso of the stool, hoping to topple Patty over. “Eeek!” Patty squeals as she feels your head suddenly lift off the stool, upsetting her balance. You manage to lift yourself a few good inches off the stool, but your burst of strength gives out before you can get Patty off you. Her heavy, jiggling butt quickly plops back down onto the stool, securing your head beneath it once again. Patty gives an annoyed grunt as she looks at herself in the mirror, noticing the streak of pink lipstick on her cheek. Your little outburst happened just as she was putting her lipstick on, making her mess up. Miffed, Patty looks over her shoulder at you and starts repeatedly bouncing on your head, lifting her ass just enough for you to see it crashing onto your face each time. “Ugh, like, I thought I told you to keep still, peasant? If you keep this up, I’ll have to start all over, then we’ll both be stuck here all day.” Patty stops bouncing and goes back to wiggling atop you, forcing your head to move with her hips, then taunts “Though I guess you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Out of energy and nearly out of air, you’re left with no other options than to comply with Patty’s outrageous demand. Maybe if you play along, she won’t keep you like this for very long.
Seconds turn into minutes, and minutes turn into what feels like hours, with Patty only giving you air whenever she gets up to grab more makeup or a brush. Just how long does it take for her to do her makeup? You’re not sure how much more of this you can take.
What happens next?
Option 1: You shrink. Is it enough to help you escape, or does it only make things worse for you?
Option 2: You don’t shrink, but Patty keeps forcing you to serve her in other ways
Option 3: Valentina Williams, more DWA royalty, suddenly knocks on the door. Does Patty even consider sharing her new throne? Or writer’s choice
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May 31, 2023
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