You try and hold on, but Becky won't make it easy
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 10
Desperate to get free, you continue to squirm beneath Becky's bigger body, inadvertently rubbing your hard cock against her heavy breasts more as you do. After all she's done to tease and humiliate you this match, you can hardly believe she's giving you an ultimatum like this. You try to tell this overbearing bitch off, but your words are still muffled by her big booty pressed against your face. For a few moments, Becky silently relishes the ego-boosting feeling of your voice helplessly vibrating against her smooth skin, until she finally realizes you're trying to talk to her. "Oh, sorry, little man, did you say something," she asks coyly as she pulls her legs from beneath your arms and puts them on top instead, freeing your head for a moment while still straddling it with her thick thighs. "I couldn't hear you past my big, beautiful booty," she taunts while wiggling her hips atop you. While you gasp for air, you watch Becky's ass ripple in front of your eyes as she looks at you smugly from over her shoulder. "So, have you finally realized that I'm just too much for you to handle, shrimp? You gonna tap out now?"
Fed up with Becky's obnoxious behavior, you take a final gulp of air before defiantly replying, "Hell no!! I'm not tapping out to the likes of you, especially not during my first match here. Just wait till I get out of this, then we'll see who's too much to handle." You try to glare at Becky, but it's hard for you to keep a straight face with the weight of Becky's soft breasts resting against your crotch and her full, round ass in your face.
Despite your attempts to sound intimidating, Becky is only amused by your bold claim, especially considering your pathetic predicament. She smirks. "Oho, a tough guy, eh? Well then, shorty, let's see if you can keep it up," she says as she twists her legs into a Figure-Four lock around your head. You give a grunt as you feel Becky's breasts rub against your groin a little more as she squeezes your head between her thighs again. Trying to get free before she can subject you to more squeezing torture, you frantically trace your hands up and down along Becky's curvy body to try and push yourself free, but it's to no avail. Enjoying your panic, Becky cackles and says, "I bet you won't have any of that spunk left by the time I'm done with you." She pauses as a wicked idea comes to mind. "In fact...yeah, why don't we make a bet out of it?" You try and ask why Becky would suggest making a bet now of all times, but your voice is muffled against her again. "Tell you what, shrimpy: if I somehow can't knock you out or make you pop before the end of the round by just doing thissss..." Making an example, Becky reaches back and pulls on one of her feet hooked around you, greatly increasing the pressure on you while the movement makes her breasts bounce against your throbbing cock a little more. You groan as she holds this position for a few moments before releasing her foot, relieving some of the pressure. "Then I'll let you win your debut match, because I'm nice like that. So what do you say: deal?" You try to curse Becky out and refuse her dumb bet, but your angry protests just vibrate against her ass, much to her pleasure. "I'll take that as a 'yes,' then," she says with a taunting giggle.
With that, Becky grabs on her foot again and pulls, further intensifying the pressure on your head while her boobs continue to jiggle against your erection. You continue to groan against Becky as she clenches you with her powerful thighs, pauses for just long enough for you to regret ever facing her in the ring, then squeezes you even harder than before. Every few seconds, she switches between short squeezes and long squeezes, snickering cruelly as she does so. It doesn't take long for Becky to get into a rhythm, her thick, warm thighs repeatedly pulsating around your dizzy head while her huge melons continue to tease and bully your over-stimulated cock each time she shifts and rocks atop you. Feeling your cock throbbing against her, Becky taunts, "So, little man, having just joined a league full of strong, sexy women, did you ever imagine it would get this hard for you? Haha." Adding insult to injury, Becky uses her other hand to firmly rub the bottom of your crotch through your shorts, making sure you feel just as much pleasure as you do pain each time she squeezes you. She ponders aloud, "Hmm, I wonder: will I knock you out first, or will I make you cream your shorts instead? What do you think, shrimp?" Becky giggles when she feels your weak, muffled response against her, signaling how overwhelmed you are by her. "Haha, you're right: why not both?" Becky gives an extra-hard squeeze, pulling your head and shoulders off the mat while firmly engulfing your entire groin under the weight of her pressing boobs. You give a long, exasperated groan against Becky as you wonder how much more of this you can take. Much to your dismay, not only are you practically seeing stars, but you feel like you could burst at any moment.
What next?
Fed up with Becky's obnoxious behavior, you take a final gulp of air before defiantly replying, "Hell no!! I'm not tapping out to the likes of you, especially not during my first match here. Just wait till I get out of this, then we'll see who's too much to handle." You try to glare at Becky, but it's hard for you to keep a straight face with the weight of Becky's soft breasts resting against your crotch and her full, round ass in your face.
Despite your attempts to sound intimidating, Becky is only amused by your bold claim, especially considering your pathetic predicament. She smirks. "Oho, a tough guy, eh? Well then, shorty, let's see if you can keep it up," she says as she twists her legs into a Figure-Four lock around your head. You give a grunt as you feel Becky's breasts rub against your groin a little more as she squeezes your head between her thighs again. Trying to get free before she can subject you to more squeezing torture, you frantically trace your hands up and down along Becky's curvy body to try and push yourself free, but it's to no avail. Enjoying your panic, Becky cackles and says, "I bet you won't have any of that spunk left by the time I'm done with you." She pauses as a wicked idea comes to mind. "In fact...yeah, why don't we make a bet out of it?" You try and ask why Becky would suggest making a bet now of all times, but your voice is muffled against her again. "Tell you what, shrimpy: if I somehow can't knock you out or make you pop before the end of the round by just doing thissss..." Making an example, Becky reaches back and pulls on one of her feet hooked around you, greatly increasing the pressure on you while the movement makes her breasts bounce against your throbbing cock a little more. You groan as she holds this position for a few moments before releasing her foot, relieving some of the pressure. "Then I'll let you win your debut match, because I'm nice like that. So what do you say: deal?" You try to curse Becky out and refuse her dumb bet, but your angry protests just vibrate against her ass, much to her pleasure. "I'll take that as a 'yes,' then," she says with a taunting giggle.
With that, Becky grabs on her foot again and pulls, further intensifying the pressure on your head while her boobs continue to jiggle against your erection. You continue to groan against Becky as she clenches you with her powerful thighs, pauses for just long enough for you to regret ever facing her in the ring, then squeezes you even harder than before. Every few seconds, she switches between short squeezes and long squeezes, snickering cruelly as she does so. It doesn't take long for Becky to get into a rhythm, her thick, warm thighs repeatedly pulsating around your dizzy head while her huge melons continue to tease and bully your over-stimulated cock each time she shifts and rocks atop you. Feeling your cock throbbing against her, Becky taunts, "So, little man, having just joined a league full of strong, sexy women, did you ever imagine it would get this hard for you? Haha." Adding insult to injury, Becky uses her other hand to firmly rub the bottom of your crotch through your shorts, making sure you feel just as much pleasure as you do pain each time she squeezes you. She ponders aloud, "Hmm, I wonder: will I knock you out first, or will I make you cream your shorts instead? What do you think, shrimp?" Becky giggles when she feels your weak, muffled response against her, signaling how overwhelmed you are by her. "Haha, you're right: why not both?" Becky gives an extra-hard squeeze, pulling your head and shoulders off the mat while firmly engulfing your entire groin under the weight of her pressing boobs. You give a long, exasperated groan against Becky as you wonder how much more of this you can take. Much to your dismay, not only are you practically seeing stars, but you feel like you could burst at any moment.
What next?
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May 31, 2023
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