Yasmine's Legs of Diplomacy
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 13
Prize?! That doesn't sound good, no matter how many times she calls you cute. "Err..." you say, trying to think of a diplomatic way to get out of this. "I do need to find my dressing room and get my stuff set up. I went to this match straight from the front office."
Yasmine frowned a little, swaying seductively more, adding a twirl now and then. You're mesmerized by the sway of her body. You tear your eyes away from her bouncing bodice, but then there's her gyrating abdomen, her twirling and oh so long legs... "That can wait, Tommy. Till I'm done with you." You blink a bit at that, slightly stirring from the trance she's already put you under.
It's not enough, for you that is. Twirling, in one smooth graceful motion, Yasmine grabs your hair and pulls your head back, swinging her legs over her shoulders. Your face is now in her crotch, her legs trapping your head in a standing scissors. She steps forward, pulling you off the bench, your face still trapped. You look up; her breasts are so large you can't see her face until she leans forward a bit, a smirk on her face. She starts swaying back and forth again with you still trapped by her legs, singing softly some exotic melody you don't recognize. It's just like the dance in the arena, but this is a dance just for her and you.
She dances back and forth all across the changing room, pulling you along hardly as if you were there. While you're along for the ride, her thighs are rhythmically squeezing and relaxing on your face and neck, in tune with her song. Even at its tightest it doesn't hurt a lot but you can feel your resistance waning. You pull at her thighs but you can't budge them. Compressed again the sides of your skull, each of her thighs feels and looks almost as big around as your head. Soon your pulls are more in the line of caresses.
Finishing her song but continuing the dance, Yasmine coos down at you. "Giving up already, Tommy boy? I could do this all night." You believe her. You've never felt this helpless. She destroyed you in the arena without even breaking a sweat. Her legs just keep on going and squeezing. Even at your full size, you realize that you wouldn't have stood a chance against her. "So what's it going to be, Tommy?" she asks, still swaying. You wonder in the back of your mind how she can so gracefully dance around the room while still keeping your head firmly trapped and pulling your body along. "I'll make up for beating you in your debut match. It'll be fun. More for me, admittedly, but you'll have fun too." She relaxes her grip slightly, still dancing. You're still firmly trapped but you can talk. She looks down at you, clearly expecting an answer to her question.
Yasmine frowned a little, swaying seductively more, adding a twirl now and then. You're mesmerized by the sway of her body. You tear your eyes away from her bouncing bodice, but then there's her gyrating abdomen, her twirling and oh so long legs... "That can wait, Tommy. Till I'm done with you." You blink a bit at that, slightly stirring from the trance she's already put you under.
It's not enough, for you that is. Twirling, in one smooth graceful motion, Yasmine grabs your hair and pulls your head back, swinging her legs over her shoulders. Your face is now in her crotch, her legs trapping your head in a standing scissors. She steps forward, pulling you off the bench, your face still trapped. You look up; her breasts are so large you can't see her face until she leans forward a bit, a smirk on her face. She starts swaying back and forth again with you still trapped by her legs, singing softly some exotic melody you don't recognize. It's just like the dance in the arena, but this is a dance just for her and you.
She dances back and forth all across the changing room, pulling you along hardly as if you were there. While you're along for the ride, her thighs are rhythmically squeezing and relaxing on your face and neck, in tune with her song. Even at its tightest it doesn't hurt a lot but you can feel your resistance waning. You pull at her thighs but you can't budge them. Compressed again the sides of your skull, each of her thighs feels and looks almost as big around as your head. Soon your pulls are more in the line of caresses.
Finishing her song but continuing the dance, Yasmine coos down at you. "Giving up already, Tommy boy? I could do this all night." You believe her. You've never felt this helpless. She destroyed you in the arena without even breaking a sweat. Her legs just keep on going and squeezing. Even at your full size, you realize that you wouldn't have stood a chance against her. "So what's it going to be, Tommy?" she asks, still swaying. You wonder in the back of your mind how she can so gracefully dance around the room while still keeping your head firmly trapped and pulling your body along. "I'll make up for beating you in your debut match. It'll be fun. More for me, admittedly, but you'll have fun too." She relaxes her grip slightly, still dancing. You're still firmly trapped but you can talk. She looks down at you, clearly expecting an answer to her question.
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May 31, 2023
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