The Pink Princess makes you her personal pastie
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 11
Completely stumped by what happened, Patty eventually gets up and turns around to get a better look, and she gives a baffled expression when she spots your now tiny body reeling on the floor where she was sitting. “What the!?” Curious, she kneels down and leans forward to get a better look at you, letting her giant breasts loom over you in her tight tank top. When you finally manage to sit up, Patty asks, “Did you, like, shrink just now?” You give a defeated nod. You hate to admit such an embarrassing predicament to Patty, of all people, but the cat’s out of the bag now.
Now a normal girl might be curious enough to ask about the how and why behind your shrinking, since it’s not something you see everyday, but a girl like Patty, with her insufferable Napoleon complex, is simply too excited to finally find someone smaller than her to care. “Ohmygawsh, that is, like, so hilarious! Tom the Terrible? More like Tom the Tiny, haha” she says with an obnoxious laugh, making you blush in embarrassment.
“Yeah, yeah, har-dee-freakin-har,” you say up to the giggling Patty. “As you can see, thanks to our boss, I’ve got my own problems to worry about, so I don’t have time to be your stupid throne, or whatever. Just let me go so I can work on fixing this, already.”
Patty daintily picks you up with two fingers, now having too much fun to even consider letting you go just yet. “Oh, I don’t know about that, shrimp. I think you might be better like this. Like, it’ll make it so much easier to remind you who’s in charge between us,” she gloats.
Sick and tired of Patty’s condescending attitude, you yell “Enough of this, already, you little brat! You’ve had your fun, now let me go!”
“Tut-tut-tut,” Patty chides while waving a giant finger in front of you. “No sassing your Princess, tiny. You don’t want to incur her wrath, do you,” she says as she stands up with you in hand. “In fact, I can’t help but recall one of your many rude remarks from our match earlier, after I so graciously offered you some mercy. But what was it that you said about it: shove it up my fat ass,” she asks coyly. “Well, if I wanted to, I could certainly shove something up my ass right now, and it might never be seen again,” Patty says while slowly bringing the hand that’s holding you behind her, threatening you by showing off how her massively round ass eclipses you.
You gulp at the sight of Patty’s astonishingly gigantic ass, but you try to stand firm. “Y-you can’t do that to me, Patty. I’m a wrestler here, just like you. Someone will know I’m gone.”
At your words, Patty pulls you back to her gorgeous face, letting the peppermint breath coming from her full lips wash over you as she speaks. “Oh pu-lease, like you can wrestle anyone at your size now. Hell, even at your full size, you weren’t much of a wrestler. Like I said, you looked more like someone’s towel boy. And now, you look less like a towel boy and more like...uh…” Patty pauses as she comes up with an insulting thing to compare you with. As she thinks, she spies the single nipple pastie she was able to find sitting on the floor where she left it, and an evil idea quickly comes to mind. “Oh, I know exactly what you look like now,” she says with a wicked smirk.
“Oh? And what’s that?”
“You’ll see…,” Patty says coyly before turning around and placing you on her vanity table. As you wonder what she’s up to, Patty picks up the pastie and then unceremoniously pulls her tank top off, letting her massive, naked breasts bounce free. Your jaw drops at the sight of topless Patty and you watch in stunned silence as she goes on to carefully place the pastie on her left nipple, covering her pink areola and making her huge breast wobble. When she finishes, Patty leans in, dangerously looming her giant breasts over you and purposefully aiming her naked right nipple at you. “Congrats, peasant. You’re not gonna be my throne anymore,” she says with a smug smirk. “You’re gonna be my new pastie instead.”
You balk at Patty’s insane idea. “What?! No, you can’t do that!”
“And why not? You look exactly like one.”
“I’m a human being, Patty, not an article of clothing. I’m not gonna spend the rest of my day covering your nipple.”
Ignoring your complaints, Patty picks you up and says, “Well then maybe you should’ve thought of that before you made me lose my pastie. Now hold still, twerp.” You try to convince Patty to stop, but she quickly shuts you up by shoving you face first against the front of her giant breast. Showing much less delicacy than she did with her other pastie, Patty presses a palm against your back and firmly presses you against her. You feel your face and body sink into her supple flesh, your limbs splayed across her areola, while her soft nipple digs into your stomach, nearly overwhelming it. After a few moments, Patty pulls her hand away, thinking that you’re secured against her. She looks at her reflection in the mirror and strikes a few poses to model herself, showing off what she’s done. “Hmm, well, you clash with my cute, pink pastie, but you’ll have to do, I guess,” she complains. You try to yell up to Patty that you don't have to do this at all, that you shouldn’t be demeaned like this, but your voice is muffled by her abundant flesh.
Patty feels goosebumps when she feels your voice helplessly vibrating against her, emphasizing the power she has over you. She’ll have to get you to do that more, she thinks to herself. Noticing your muffled complaints, she says, “What’s that, peasant? You don’t like being my pastie? Well you can stop me anytime you want. Like, didn’t you say you could have me tap out in no time,” she taunts, cruelly throwing your words from earlier back at you. “Well go on then. Make me tap out.” In her condescending challenge, Patty hefts her massive chest out, further showing off their girth compared to you, and waits a few moments for you to somehow turn the tables on her. You try to squirm your way lose, but your weak struggles get you nowhere, the light sweat that Patty worked up keeping you firmly stuck against her. Patty laughs at your weak struggles and says sarcastically, “Oh no! This must be Tommy the Terrible’s Terrible Titty Trap.” Feigning weakness, she adds, “I can’t escape such a powerful submission hold. Must...tap...out!” She slowly returns her palm to your back and proceeds to ‘tap out’ against her breast, repeatedly bopping you while making her breast constantly jiggle against your helpless body.
Patty laughs obnoxiously while toying with you. “What’s the matter, peasant? What happened to all that bravado from earlier? Well, if you can’t make me tap out, I can certainly still pin you.” Patty promptly bends over and plops her massive breasts onto the vanity table, instantly and effortlessly squashing you beneath them as they engulf every pocket of space surrounding you. Patty continues giggling while smearing her breasts back and forth along the table, steamrolling you with her overwhelming flesh. “Haha, I think it’s definitely safe to say to Touko that I’ve broken in the new guy. But I didn't think it'd be this easy.”
Patty continues pummeling you with her breasts for a few more moments, savoring her power over you, before finally getting up. With a grin, she admires herself in the mirror again, to see how pancaked you are against her, but notices something’s wrong. In all the friction she made from repeatedly smearing her breasts over you, you moved. Your body slid downwards a few inches, leaving your head pressed against her huge nub while the rest of her nipple is mostly bare. Patty’s good mood quickly sours. “Ugh, great. Now look what you did, newbie. You moved. Like, what good is a pastie if it won't stay in place and cover my beautiful nipple?”
Fortunately, the friction also loosened your head a bit, giving you a chance to pull it off Patty’s nipple and finally say “Hey, I'm not the one that thought I’d somehow make a good pastie, your brilliancy! You came up with that dumb idea all on your own.”
Patty rolls her eyes and presses a finger at your head, shutting you up by shoving you back against her nipple. “Yeah, like, whatever. Just keep quiet, already. Pasties should be seen, not heard.” To make sure you’re really stuck against her this time, Patty gradually grinds her finger down along your body, firmly pressing you into her flesh. As she does, she continues to complain. “You know, peasant, not only do you clash, but you’re not a great fit either. And, like, why do you keep poking me? It’s super uncomfortable.”
You try to grumble up at Patty that you’re not poking her, but, since you can’t speak, she moves her finger down to investigate herself. She reaches your crotch and gives it a few curious pokes, and you groan as you feel your hard cock repeatedly jab into her skin. To your embarrassment, you’re arousal is still going strong, despite all that Patty’s put you through. Patty’s smile comes back when she realizes what’s poking her and continues prodding you as she speaks with the smuggest tone. “Well, well, well. After all that whining and complaining about becoming my pastie, it looks like a certain peasant is actually enjoying himself more than he’s willing to admit...typical. Not that I’m surprised. Who wouldn’t want to get their hands on these babies?” Patty cups her breasts and squeezes them, letting her abundantly pliant flesh spill past her fingers as it swells against you and your cock. Her ego boosted immensely, Patty loves how she can use you and tease you at the same time, and it only makes her want to keep you around even more, much to your never-ending frustration.
Option 1: Patty goes to find someone to show off to (Another wrestler? Or some fans?).
Option 2: Still annoyed that you aren’t fitting properly, Patty seeks help from Wonder Bust (Betty Brown), a wrestler famous for her massive breast and love of pasties.
Now a normal girl might be curious enough to ask about the how and why behind your shrinking, since it’s not something you see everyday, but a girl like Patty, with her insufferable Napoleon complex, is simply too excited to finally find someone smaller than her to care. “Ohmygawsh, that is, like, so hilarious! Tom the Terrible? More like Tom the Tiny, haha” she says with an obnoxious laugh, making you blush in embarrassment.
“Yeah, yeah, har-dee-freakin-har,” you say up to the giggling Patty. “As you can see, thanks to our boss, I’ve got my own problems to worry about, so I don’t have time to be your stupid throne, or whatever. Just let me go so I can work on fixing this, already.”
Patty daintily picks you up with two fingers, now having too much fun to even consider letting you go just yet. “Oh, I don’t know about that, shrimp. I think you might be better like this. Like, it’ll make it so much easier to remind you who’s in charge between us,” she gloats.
Sick and tired of Patty’s condescending attitude, you yell “Enough of this, already, you little brat! You’ve had your fun, now let me go!”
“Tut-tut-tut,” Patty chides while waving a giant finger in front of you. “No sassing your Princess, tiny. You don’t want to incur her wrath, do you,” she says as she stands up with you in hand. “In fact, I can’t help but recall one of your many rude remarks from our match earlier, after I so graciously offered you some mercy. But what was it that you said about it: shove it up my fat ass,” she asks coyly. “Well, if I wanted to, I could certainly shove something up my ass right now, and it might never be seen again,” Patty says while slowly bringing the hand that’s holding you behind her, threatening you by showing off how her massively round ass eclipses you.
You gulp at the sight of Patty’s astonishingly gigantic ass, but you try to stand firm. “Y-you can’t do that to me, Patty. I’m a wrestler here, just like you. Someone will know I’m gone.”
At your words, Patty pulls you back to her gorgeous face, letting the peppermint breath coming from her full lips wash over you as she speaks. “Oh pu-lease, like you can wrestle anyone at your size now. Hell, even at your full size, you weren’t much of a wrestler. Like I said, you looked more like someone’s towel boy. And now, you look less like a towel boy and more like...uh…” Patty pauses as she comes up with an insulting thing to compare you with. As she thinks, she spies the single nipple pastie she was able to find sitting on the floor where she left it, and an evil idea quickly comes to mind. “Oh, I know exactly what you look like now,” she says with a wicked smirk.
“Oh? And what’s that?”
“You’ll see…,” Patty says coyly before turning around and placing you on her vanity table. As you wonder what she’s up to, Patty picks up the pastie and then unceremoniously pulls her tank top off, letting her massive, naked breasts bounce free. Your jaw drops at the sight of topless Patty and you watch in stunned silence as she goes on to carefully place the pastie on her left nipple, covering her pink areola and making her huge breast wobble. When she finishes, Patty leans in, dangerously looming her giant breasts over you and purposefully aiming her naked right nipple at you. “Congrats, peasant. You’re not gonna be my throne anymore,” she says with a smug smirk. “You’re gonna be my new pastie instead.”
You balk at Patty’s insane idea. “What?! No, you can’t do that!”
“And why not? You look exactly like one.”
“I’m a human being, Patty, not an article of clothing. I’m not gonna spend the rest of my day covering your nipple.”
Ignoring your complaints, Patty picks you up and says, “Well then maybe you should’ve thought of that before you made me lose my pastie. Now hold still, twerp.” You try to convince Patty to stop, but she quickly shuts you up by shoving you face first against the front of her giant breast. Showing much less delicacy than she did with her other pastie, Patty presses a palm against your back and firmly presses you against her. You feel your face and body sink into her supple flesh, your limbs splayed across her areola, while her soft nipple digs into your stomach, nearly overwhelming it. After a few moments, Patty pulls her hand away, thinking that you’re secured against her. She looks at her reflection in the mirror and strikes a few poses to model herself, showing off what she’s done. “Hmm, well, you clash with my cute, pink pastie, but you’ll have to do, I guess,” she complains. You try to yell up to Patty that you don't have to do this at all, that you shouldn’t be demeaned like this, but your voice is muffled by her abundant flesh.
Patty feels goosebumps when she feels your voice helplessly vibrating against her, emphasizing the power she has over you. She’ll have to get you to do that more, she thinks to herself. Noticing your muffled complaints, she says, “What’s that, peasant? You don’t like being my pastie? Well you can stop me anytime you want. Like, didn’t you say you could have me tap out in no time,” she taunts, cruelly throwing your words from earlier back at you. “Well go on then. Make me tap out.” In her condescending challenge, Patty hefts her massive chest out, further showing off their girth compared to you, and waits a few moments for you to somehow turn the tables on her. You try to squirm your way lose, but your weak struggles get you nowhere, the light sweat that Patty worked up keeping you firmly stuck against her. Patty laughs at your weak struggles and says sarcastically, “Oh no! This must be Tommy the Terrible’s Terrible Titty Trap.” Feigning weakness, she adds, “I can’t escape such a powerful submission hold. Must...tap...out!” She slowly returns her palm to your back and proceeds to ‘tap out’ against her breast, repeatedly bopping you while making her breast constantly jiggle against your helpless body.
Patty laughs obnoxiously while toying with you. “What’s the matter, peasant? What happened to all that bravado from earlier? Well, if you can’t make me tap out, I can certainly still pin you.” Patty promptly bends over and plops her massive breasts onto the vanity table, instantly and effortlessly squashing you beneath them as they engulf every pocket of space surrounding you. Patty continues giggling while smearing her breasts back and forth along the table, steamrolling you with her overwhelming flesh. “Haha, I think it’s definitely safe to say to Touko that I’ve broken in the new guy. But I didn't think it'd be this easy.”
Patty continues pummeling you with her breasts for a few more moments, savoring her power over you, before finally getting up. With a grin, she admires herself in the mirror again, to see how pancaked you are against her, but notices something’s wrong. In all the friction she made from repeatedly smearing her breasts over you, you moved. Your body slid downwards a few inches, leaving your head pressed against her huge nub while the rest of her nipple is mostly bare. Patty’s good mood quickly sours. “Ugh, great. Now look what you did, newbie. You moved. Like, what good is a pastie if it won't stay in place and cover my beautiful nipple?”
Fortunately, the friction also loosened your head a bit, giving you a chance to pull it off Patty’s nipple and finally say “Hey, I'm not the one that thought I’d somehow make a good pastie, your brilliancy! You came up with that dumb idea all on your own.”
Patty rolls her eyes and presses a finger at your head, shutting you up by shoving you back against her nipple. “Yeah, like, whatever. Just keep quiet, already. Pasties should be seen, not heard.” To make sure you’re really stuck against her this time, Patty gradually grinds her finger down along your body, firmly pressing you into her flesh. As she does, she continues to complain. “You know, peasant, not only do you clash, but you’re not a great fit either. And, like, why do you keep poking me? It’s super uncomfortable.”
You try to grumble up at Patty that you’re not poking her, but, since you can’t speak, she moves her finger down to investigate herself. She reaches your crotch and gives it a few curious pokes, and you groan as you feel your hard cock repeatedly jab into her skin. To your embarrassment, you’re arousal is still going strong, despite all that Patty’s put you through. Patty’s smile comes back when she realizes what’s poking her and continues prodding you as she speaks with the smuggest tone. “Well, well, well. After all that whining and complaining about becoming my pastie, it looks like a certain peasant is actually enjoying himself more than he’s willing to admit...typical. Not that I’m surprised. Who wouldn’t want to get their hands on these babies?” Patty cups her breasts and squeezes them, letting her abundantly pliant flesh spill past her fingers as it swells against you and your cock. Her ego boosted immensely, Patty loves how she can use you and tease you at the same time, and it only makes her want to keep you around even more, much to your never-ending frustration.
Option 1: Patty goes to find someone to show off to (Another wrestler? Or some fans?).
Option 2: Still annoyed that you aren’t fitting properly, Patty seeks help from Wonder Bust (Betty Brown), a wrestler famous for her massive breast and love of pasties.
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May 31, 2023
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