Patty quickly reaches down to grab you, but you nimbly avoid it as you run, managing to do the same when she tries catching you with her other hand as well. You hear Patty growl in frustration behind while you keep running, giving you hope that you might be in the clear, but, within moments, you see an imposing shadow looming over you and growing bigger. When you look over your shoulder, your eyes widen in fear at the sight of Patty, figuring she could catch you with a belly flop, plummeting towards you with her huge, curvaceous body. You don't have time to get out of the way before her metric tons of warm, soft breast flesh crash down on you, instantly flattening you against the cold, hard floor. You groan as your body is easily overwhelmed by Patty's immense weight, the back of your body sinking into the yielding expanse of her breast while it flattens against the ground.
After seeing you get caught beneath one of her massive breasts as she landed, Patty gloats, "HA! That's what you get for trying to ditch your Princess, peasant! You really outta know better by know, pea-brain." She gives a condescending laugh that sends tremors through her body, making her breast tauntingly jiggle atop of you. She lies there for a few more moments, to remind you who's in charge, then gets up, this time leaving you plastered on her left breast as she does (at least now her flesh isn't smothering your face).
Patty gets up and dusts herself off, making her body jiggle as she does, and, when she finishes, she realizes that you're in the wrong place again. You're stuck against her left nipple, which already has a pastie on it, leaving her right nipple bare. Patty groans, "Ugh, like, really!?" You feel Patty's body jiggle again as she stomps in frustration. "You're on the wrong nipple, peasant. Like, you're SUPPOSED to be on this one, see?" Showing off your blunder, Patty grabs her right breast and aims her huge naked nipple at you. She even pokes you a few times with it to further reprimand you for failing the Princess so egregiously. "Get your act together, already," she chides.
Finally free to talk again, you retort, "Oh pardon me, your brattyness, for not standing in the right place when a GIANT FREAKING WOMAN DECIDES TO BODYSLAM ME!!!"
Patty rolls her eyes. "Yeah, whatever. Just, like, don't let it happen again." After peeling you off her breast and cupping you in her palm, she holds you up to her gorgeous face. As if addressing an unruly toddler, she asks, "Now, if I put you back, are you gonna keep still?"
"What the hell do you think?" You glare at Patty, but she's unfazed by your defiance.
"Fine, have it your way, then. I'll try this instead." Suddenly, Patty uses her palm to press you against her full, plump lips. Just as you start to wince from the sensation of her soft flesh touching your cock again, Patty slithers her tongue out and thoroughly licks your whole body (spending a few long moments on your erection as she does). When your entire body is covered in her warm saliva, Patty lowers her palm and quickly slaps it against her right nipple, putting you back where she thinks you belong. She firmly presses her palm against her breast and repeatedly rubs it against your back, smearing your splayed body against her nipple as her thick nub digs into your stomach again. After a few excruciating moments, Patty finally pulls her hand away to enjoy the familiar sight of your tiny, spread-eagle body stuck against her. To make sure you're secured, Patty gives her chest a few test shakes, making you wobble left and right with her hefty, jiggling breasts. You try to see if you can get yourself to jostle free again, but Patty's spit makes it even harder for you to move than before. You're stuck. With the peace of mind that you're not going anywhere, Patty gives a self-satisfied, "Hmph, serves you right, pea-brain."
Patty knows this is likely only a temporary fix, though, so she continues on to see Betty, whom she believes must know some special trick or have some of special paste that'll make sure you won't ever come off without her say so. Patty walks down the rest of the hallway, her huge, jiggling breast constantly stimulating your cock with every step again, and reaches Wonder Bust's dressing room door. Patty knocks loudly and yells, "Hey, Wonder Boob, it's me! Open up!" Not one that likes to be kept waiting, Patty keeps knocking so obnoxiously that whoever's on the other side will have to answer soon, continuously making her body jiggle against you as she does.
Finally, the door creaks open, and a gorgeous, raven-haired women, clad in a blue athletic tank top and yellow shorts, peeks her head out. The unenthusiastic look on her face makes it clear she's not too keen on seeing Patty right now. Betty sighs, "Can't whatever this is wait till later, Patty? I just got done with an exhausting match, and I'm REALLY not sure I'm up to you talking my ear off again with all your gripes about our last match."
Patty huffs, "Oh stuff it, Wonder klutz, I'm not here for pleasant conversation. I need your help with something."
Betty balks at the phrase she never heard Patty say before. "Wait, wait, wait. YOU actually want MY help with something?"
Patty taps her foot impatiently. "Yeah, yeah, I do. Like, don't rub it in. You gonna help, or what?"
Betty blinks cutely a few times as she processes the bizarre turn of events. "Uh, yeah, sure, Patty. What do you need?"
Here goes nothing, Patty thinks to herself as she hefts her huge chest upwards, showing your plastered body off to Betty. "I just got this new pastie, but I can't get the stupid little thing to stay put exactly the way I want it. Got any ideas?"
Betty leans in to examine the pastie but quickly sees there's something odd about it. It almost looks...like a little human. "That's a weird looking pastie, Patty. Where'd you get it?"
Patty lies, "oh, uh, an over eager fan sent it to me in some fan mail. His letter said he always fantasized about being one of my pasties and thought that sending me a custom, human-shaped pastie might be the next best thing. Fanboys, am I right?"
"Uh, right...sure," Betty says as she continues eyeing you curiously. Patty can only hope that Betty, being the boob Patty believes she is, buys her story and doesn't realize her new pastie is actually a tiny wrestler. She doesn't want to lose out on the chance to make a splash in the ring with her first-ever human fashion.
What next?
After seeing you get caught beneath one of her massive breasts as she landed, Patty gloats, "HA! That's what you get for trying to ditch your Princess, peasant! You really outta know better by know, pea-brain." She gives a condescending laugh that sends tremors through her body, making her breast tauntingly jiggle atop of you. She lies there for a few more moments, to remind you who's in charge, then gets up, this time leaving you plastered on her left breast as she does (at least now her flesh isn't smothering your face).
Patty gets up and dusts herself off, making her body jiggle as she does, and, when she finishes, she realizes that you're in the wrong place again. You're stuck against her left nipple, which already has a pastie on it, leaving her right nipple bare. Patty groans, "Ugh, like, really!?" You feel Patty's body jiggle again as she stomps in frustration. "You're on the wrong nipple, peasant. Like, you're SUPPOSED to be on this one, see?" Showing off your blunder, Patty grabs her right breast and aims her huge naked nipple at you. She even pokes you a few times with it to further reprimand you for failing the Princess so egregiously. "Get your act together, already," she chides.
Finally free to talk again, you retort, "Oh pardon me, your brattyness, for not standing in the right place when a GIANT FREAKING WOMAN DECIDES TO BODYSLAM ME!!!"
Patty rolls her eyes. "Yeah, whatever. Just, like, don't let it happen again." After peeling you off her breast and cupping you in her palm, she holds you up to her gorgeous face. As if addressing an unruly toddler, she asks, "Now, if I put you back, are you gonna keep still?"
"What the hell do you think?" You glare at Patty, but she's unfazed by your defiance.
"Fine, have it your way, then. I'll try this instead." Suddenly, Patty uses her palm to press you against her full, plump lips. Just as you start to wince from the sensation of her soft flesh touching your cock again, Patty slithers her tongue out and thoroughly licks your whole body (spending a few long moments on your erection as she does). When your entire body is covered in her warm saliva, Patty lowers her palm and quickly slaps it against her right nipple, putting you back where she thinks you belong. She firmly presses her palm against her breast and repeatedly rubs it against your back, smearing your splayed body against her nipple as her thick nub digs into your stomach again. After a few excruciating moments, Patty finally pulls her hand away to enjoy the familiar sight of your tiny, spread-eagle body stuck against her. To make sure you're secured, Patty gives her chest a few test shakes, making you wobble left and right with her hefty, jiggling breasts. You try to see if you can get yourself to jostle free again, but Patty's spit makes it even harder for you to move than before. You're stuck. With the peace of mind that you're not going anywhere, Patty gives a self-satisfied, "Hmph, serves you right, pea-brain."
Patty knows this is likely only a temporary fix, though, so she continues on to see Betty, whom she believes must know some special trick or have some of special paste that'll make sure you won't ever come off without her say so. Patty walks down the rest of the hallway, her huge, jiggling breast constantly stimulating your cock with every step again, and reaches Wonder Bust's dressing room door. Patty knocks loudly and yells, "Hey, Wonder Boob, it's me! Open up!" Not one that likes to be kept waiting, Patty keeps knocking so obnoxiously that whoever's on the other side will have to answer soon, continuously making her body jiggle against you as she does.
Finally, the door creaks open, and a gorgeous, raven-haired women, clad in a blue athletic tank top and yellow shorts, peeks her head out. The unenthusiastic look on her face makes it clear she's not too keen on seeing Patty right now. Betty sighs, "Can't whatever this is wait till later, Patty? I just got done with an exhausting match, and I'm REALLY not sure I'm up to you talking my ear off again with all your gripes about our last match."
Patty huffs, "Oh stuff it, Wonder klutz, I'm not here for pleasant conversation. I need your help with something."
Betty balks at the phrase she never heard Patty say before. "Wait, wait, wait. YOU actually want MY help with something?"
Patty taps her foot impatiently. "Yeah, yeah, I do. Like, don't rub it in. You gonna help, or what?"
Betty blinks cutely a few times as she processes the bizarre turn of events. "Uh, yeah, sure, Patty. What do you need?"
Here goes nothing, Patty thinks to herself as she hefts her huge chest upwards, showing your plastered body off to Betty. "I just got this new pastie, but I can't get the stupid little thing to stay put exactly the way I want it. Got any ideas?"
Betty leans in to examine the pastie but quickly sees there's something odd about it. It almost looks...like a little human. "That's a weird looking pastie, Patty. Where'd you get it?"
Patty lies, "oh, uh, an over eager fan sent it to me in some fan mail. His letter said he always fantasized about being one of my pasties and thought that sending me a custom, human-shaped pastie might be the next best thing. Fanboys, am I right?"
"Uh, right...sure," Betty says as she continues eyeing you curiously. Patty can only hope that Betty, being the boob Patty believes she is, buys her story and doesn't realize her new pastie is actually a tiny wrestler. She doesn't want to lose out on the chance to make a splash in the ring with her first-ever human fashion.
What next?
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May 31, 2023
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