Becky comes by to gloat
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 11
You sighed, thankful to be out of your old shorts, which still smelled like Becky's (admittedly somewhat alluring) scent. Tossing them aside, you started ruffling through the stacks of neatly folded, randomly sized extra shorts in your locker, and were a bit miffed to find that they were neither organized, nor in very practical in sizes. Some were a bit tight, some were too large, some were WAY too small... it's like Touko thought you would either be at your regular height, or ant sized, and not much in between.
While sorting through your piles of clothes, you had time to reminisce on your very first match. It certainly hadn't gone as you had expected or hoped... in fact you had to admit that it had pretty much ended in almost complete failure, mostly thanks to the fact that your first opponent had been such a bratty showoff, who had taken every opportunity she could to humiliate and demean you. You still didn't know if she had done all that stuff for the crowd's enjoyment, but you felt like it had mostly been for her own sick pleasure. You partly wished that you could get back to full size and have a rematch, just so you could rub it in her face that you could beat her in a fair fight. You had performed in some amateur mixed-wrestling matches against some pretty annoying girls who thought they could get away with anything, but Becky was really something else.
Your cynical retrospection was interrupted by the sound of the locker room door swinging open, and approaching footsteps. Crap, someone was coming. And you were still nude! Not wanting to be caught like this on your first day (even if this WAS the locker room) you quickly began searching as quickly as possible for a set of clothes that would fit. You still hadn't found anything that fit when someone leaned around the corner of the lockers near you, and said in a familiar mocking tone, "Hey there, small fry!" Great, it was Becky. Again. Rounding the corner, Becky sauntered over towards you, exhibiting a carefree bounce in her step that jostled her enormous tits inside her tight white blouse. Becky caught you glaring back at her and smirked ass she stopped a foot away from you, putting her hands on her wide hips as she said sarcastically, "Jeez, you don't look very happy to see me again, Tommy. "
Holding a poorly fitting set of shorts down in front of your hips to hide your privates, you growled back, "Actually, I was just thinking about how if I never saw you again it would be too soon."
Becky only snickered, apparently enjoying your attempt to offend her, "Ooh, someone's feeling grumpy! Maybe you should go jerk off or something to work off some of that frustration, twerp. I even give you permission to think of me when you do it, haha!" Becky gave her butt a little slap, making it quiver visibly even from the front, as she walked closer to you. You tried not to stare at Becky's curvaceous body as you felt your genitals ache again, still sore from all of her previous teasing in the right, and attempted to maintain your stern glare.
Determined not to let this girl push you around outside of the ring, you stood your ground, backed against the row of lockers as she approached, "Oh, how very generous of you. I'll be sure to think of you any time I need to vomit." Despite your harsh words, you still felt more than a little intimidated as Becky's body, which was a good foot taller than yours, came nearer. Becky only stopped when she was practically standing on top of you, giving you a very up-close view of her almost bursting cleavage, as she looked right over your head into your locker. You had hoped your insult would cut a little deeper, but she didn't even seem to be listening right now.
Becky suddenly blurted out, "What's all this crap, anyway?" Without waiting for an answer, Becky reached over you, bouncing one of her huge breasts against your face as she leaned in, and pulled out a mid-sized pair of shorts that actually looked like it would fit you properly. Becky eyed your clothing with disinterest, before tossing it over her shoulder lazily, "Anyway, twerp, what I really came here to say was thanks."
You stared up at the large girl, past her chest, and repeated, "What? Thanks??" You had never expected a girl like her to utter those words.
Becky crossed one arm, squeezing her breasts together, before she started twirling her hair as she spoke. "Yep! After the match, Touko pulled me aside and said that my ratings went craaazy after that match with you; apparently everyone super-loved how I flattened you and made you tap out against my ass, remember?" As if to give you a little reminder, Becky swung her hips around, smacking you in the stomach and knocking you backwards against the closed lockers with her soft but heavy flesh. You winced as you felt Becky's long thigh smash into your erection as she made contact, but she didn't seem to care. Still waving her butt in front of you, Becky smiled, "Touko said it was the most highly viewed, one-sided match in months, and there are already magazines that want to hear from me about it. And it's aaaall thanks to you! If you hadn't been so pathetic and wimpy, I don't think I'd have gotten all this attention. So, shrimp, thanks for the easy win!" Becky smirked and flicked her skirt up, making sure to give you a good and tantalizing look at her massive backside just to tease you one last time, as she began to strut away.
That does it! You couldn't let this stuck-up broad get the last word in like that. You had to stand up for yourself. Pushing yourself away from the lockers, you shouted, "Don't get too big for your britches, Becky! It was just one match against the new guy. Against a wrestler that isn't half your size, you're the only one who's going to get flattened!"
Becky stopped in her tracks, before wheeling around on her heels. You had been hoping to see her frowning or looking irritated by your scorn, but she almost seemed happy, as if she had been waiting for you to say just that. Taking her sweet time to walk back to you, putting an extra sway in each step that shook her body enticingly, Becky rolled her eyes, "Hmm, that reminds me, there was something else I wanted to tell you, but now I can't remember. What was it, what was it..." Becky placed herself in front of you, keeping you between the lockers and her rather imposing body, as she tapped her chin thoughtfully and continued to puff her chest out against her tight clothing.
Clearly, Becky was having fun toying with you, after her damn victory in the ring.
What did Becky have to show you?
Did Becky get a special gift from Touko that she can use to harass you...
Or did Becky convince Touko to make the two of you official Nemeses, meaning you'd be seeing a lot more of each other?
While sorting through your piles of clothes, you had time to reminisce on your very first match. It certainly hadn't gone as you had expected or hoped... in fact you had to admit that it had pretty much ended in almost complete failure, mostly thanks to the fact that your first opponent had been such a bratty showoff, who had taken every opportunity she could to humiliate and demean you. You still didn't know if she had done all that stuff for the crowd's enjoyment, but you felt like it had mostly been for her own sick pleasure. You partly wished that you could get back to full size and have a rematch, just so you could rub it in her face that you could beat her in a fair fight. You had performed in some amateur mixed-wrestling matches against some pretty annoying girls who thought they could get away with anything, but Becky was really something else.
Your cynical retrospection was interrupted by the sound of the locker room door swinging open, and approaching footsteps. Crap, someone was coming. And you were still nude! Not wanting to be caught like this on your first day (even if this WAS the locker room) you quickly began searching as quickly as possible for a set of clothes that would fit. You still hadn't found anything that fit when someone leaned around the corner of the lockers near you, and said in a familiar mocking tone, "Hey there, small fry!" Great, it was Becky. Again. Rounding the corner, Becky sauntered over towards you, exhibiting a carefree bounce in her step that jostled her enormous tits inside her tight white blouse. Becky caught you glaring back at her and smirked ass she stopped a foot away from you, putting her hands on her wide hips as she said sarcastically, "Jeez, you don't look very happy to see me again, Tommy. "
Holding a poorly fitting set of shorts down in front of your hips to hide your privates, you growled back, "Actually, I was just thinking about how if I never saw you again it would be too soon."
Becky only snickered, apparently enjoying your attempt to offend her, "Ooh, someone's feeling grumpy! Maybe you should go jerk off or something to work off some of that frustration, twerp. I even give you permission to think of me when you do it, haha!" Becky gave her butt a little slap, making it quiver visibly even from the front, as she walked closer to you. You tried not to stare at Becky's curvaceous body as you felt your genitals ache again, still sore from all of her previous teasing in the right, and attempted to maintain your stern glare.
Determined not to let this girl push you around outside of the ring, you stood your ground, backed against the row of lockers as she approached, "Oh, how very generous of you. I'll be sure to think of you any time I need to vomit." Despite your harsh words, you still felt more than a little intimidated as Becky's body, which was a good foot taller than yours, came nearer. Becky only stopped when she was practically standing on top of you, giving you a very up-close view of her almost bursting cleavage, as she looked right over your head into your locker. You had hoped your insult would cut a little deeper, but she didn't even seem to be listening right now.
Becky suddenly blurted out, "What's all this crap, anyway?" Without waiting for an answer, Becky reached over you, bouncing one of her huge breasts against your face as she leaned in, and pulled out a mid-sized pair of shorts that actually looked like it would fit you properly. Becky eyed your clothing with disinterest, before tossing it over her shoulder lazily, "Anyway, twerp, what I really came here to say was thanks."
You stared up at the large girl, past her chest, and repeated, "What? Thanks??" You had never expected a girl like her to utter those words.
Becky crossed one arm, squeezing her breasts together, before she started twirling her hair as she spoke. "Yep! After the match, Touko pulled me aside and said that my ratings went craaazy after that match with you; apparently everyone super-loved how I flattened you and made you tap out against my ass, remember?" As if to give you a little reminder, Becky swung her hips around, smacking you in the stomach and knocking you backwards against the closed lockers with her soft but heavy flesh. You winced as you felt Becky's long thigh smash into your erection as she made contact, but she didn't seem to care. Still waving her butt in front of you, Becky smiled, "Touko said it was the most highly viewed, one-sided match in months, and there are already magazines that want to hear from me about it. And it's aaaall thanks to you! If you hadn't been so pathetic and wimpy, I don't think I'd have gotten all this attention. So, shrimp, thanks for the easy win!" Becky smirked and flicked her skirt up, making sure to give you a good and tantalizing look at her massive backside just to tease you one last time, as she began to strut away.
That does it! You couldn't let this stuck-up broad get the last word in like that. You had to stand up for yourself. Pushing yourself away from the lockers, you shouted, "Don't get too big for your britches, Becky! It was just one match against the new guy. Against a wrestler that isn't half your size, you're the only one who's going to get flattened!"
Becky stopped in her tracks, before wheeling around on her heels. You had been hoping to see her frowning or looking irritated by your scorn, but she almost seemed happy, as if she had been waiting for you to say just that. Taking her sweet time to walk back to you, putting an extra sway in each step that shook her body enticingly, Becky rolled her eyes, "Hmm, that reminds me, there was something else I wanted to tell you, but now I can't remember. What was it, what was it..." Becky placed herself in front of you, keeping you between the lockers and her rather imposing body, as she tapped her chin thoughtfully and continued to puff her chest out against her tight clothing.
Clearly, Becky was having fun toying with you, after her damn victory in the ring.
What did Becky have to show you?
Did Becky get a special gift from Touko that she can use to harass you...
Or did Becky convince Touko to make the two of you official Nemeses, meaning you'd be seeing a lot more of each other?
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May 31, 2023
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