Elevator ride with Becky
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 22
You had been straining and focusing so intently on ignoring Becky’s jiggling body that you barely heard the doors to the conference room creak open as Becky shoved her way through, then slam shut behind her. Elated, you dizzily thought, Yes! You did it, you’re free! But, as Becky’s swaying hips continued their rhythmic gyrations, you began to wonder… when was she going to free you? She hadn’t actually forgotten about you, right? You grunted as Becky rounded a corner, swinging her immense chest against your lower body in a way that was impossible to ignore. You didn’t know how much more of this you could take… if Becky didn’t stop fucking jiggling around, you’d hit your limit and explode. And, regardless of whether she had technically made you lose control in or outside of the conference room, you were pretty sure Becky would be bitchy enough to insist that you lost the bet either way.
Hoping to get her attention, you cried, BECKY! as loud as possible, but she didn’t even pause. As she strutted through the halls that were barely wide enough for her hips, the gigantic brat was apparently so pleased with herself that she began humming her own theme song, “It’s the big, bad, bully! Biiig bully, baaad bully! Boom-ha dadadum, da, dum…” You let out a few more angry shouts, all of which were lost inside the larger girl’s swaying backside. Unable to get her attention, you reluctantly went back to focusing on trying to ignore the heavenly but infuriating sensation of Becky’s body jiggling against you, while your head was very distractingly smeared against her ass over and over.
Becky didn’t come to a stop until she reached an elevator. You heard her harrumph as she looked disapprovingly at the narrow elevator doors, which were much smaller than the rest of the hallways around the building, “Hmph… stupid tiny thing.” The doors opened with a ding, and Becky sighed, realizing she’d have to shrink to fit inside unless she wanted to take the stairs (and she was just slightly lazy enough to prefer shrinking over any bit of exercise). You let out a thankful sigh as Becky’s oversized body FINALLY began dwindling back to its original shape, as she stepped onto the elevator.
When the tension around your limbs lessened, you fell to the floor between Becky’s legs with a flop. Noticing you for the first time in fifteen minutes, Becky looked down, “Oooh, haha! Theeeere you are, tiny Tommy! And here I was, getting bored without someone to keep me company…” Ignoring Becky’s sarcasm, you tried to avoid bumping into her thick legs (which she didn’t move out of your way at all) as you clambered to your feet. You would have made a run for the doors but they had already closed, sealing you in with this unbearable woman. You glanced at the control panel and saw that Becky was heading several stories up. Becky Peters huffed, “Don’t even think about making this elevator stop before we get to my floor, twerp!”
You turned around with a frown, and saw Becky fussily attempting to close her tattered blouse over her large bosom. She seemed to be having some difficulty, as her top was now missing several buttons (which she popped off during her first growth spurt). Becky ignored your scowl and she stuck her chest out with a bounce, before coyly asking, “Hey, do my tits look bigger to you? This shirt used to mostly fit before I grew.” You ignored the pained throbbing coming from your groin as Becky‘s half naked breasts wiggled in front of you, and also tried to ignore the fact that they did look a bit bigger than when you first saw her. You were once again reminded that, even at her regular size, you barely came up to Becky’s chest, thanks to Touko’s stupid serum. And, you realized, this elevator had mirrored walls; literally any direction you looked, all you could see was Becky giving you that stupid smug grin of hers, as she continued squeezing her breasts together in your direction.
The irritation you felt was not lessened by the fact that Becky was quite obviously trying to provoke you by acting casual after had worn you like human clothing and stolen your first interview as a pro wrestler. You bitterly snapped, “Yeah, wow, your fat tits stay fat after you return to normal. Whoopdy doo.” Wondering how long you’d be stuck in here with her, you glanced at the elevator panel, and saw that you had barely traveled half a floor. How fucking slow was this thing?! You leaned back in the corner near the elevator buttons, trying to put distance between yourself and Becky, who was confidently standing in the exact center of the small elevator as she adjusted her top.
Becky finally managed to awkwardly clasp a lone two buttons over her bulging chest, as she chuckled at your upset response, “You sure sound pretty grumpy for someone who just spent the last hour with the league’s BIGGEST star, heh.” Becky looked down and began attempting to smooth her skirt, which had somehow survived her growth with only a few holes and tears, over her shapely legs.
You knew Becky was the kind of girl to thrive on drama and confrontation, but you couldn’t help but argue. “I’m not just grumpy, I’m pissed because after all that, I’m still stuck being… being boob-height compared to the most annoying girl I’ve ever met!”
Allowing you to rant as she finally got her outfit almost back to how it used to be, Becky looked up with a befuddled frown. “If you’re so huffy about being eye level with the best pair of tits in town, how come you don’t just, like, grow back or something?” Your scowl worsened as Becky took a step closer, cornering you with her large, curvy form. Finding great amusement in your irritability, Becky positioned her large and jiggly bosom precisely in front of your face, forcing you to look past them in order to meet her smug gaze, as she mocked, “Or, let me guess, you like the view more than you’re willing to admit?” Becky happily watched her breasts swinging around in front of you, as they nearly collided with the elevator buttons.
Trying to maintain your angry glare in the face of this bratty girl’s massive, wobbling boobs, you impatiently explained, “I can’t grow back without a serum from Touko, remember? We’ve been over this before.”
Jostling her huge breasts with an indifferent shrug, Becky mumbled, “Really? I thought you were just kidding earlier. That’s so weird, cuz I can grow, like, any time I want.” Knowing there wasn’t a thing you could do to stop her, Becky let herself expand a few inches, making her already large breasts squash together even more within her strained shirt. You winced as Becky’s jiggly bosom inched outwards, threatening to squish you into the corner if she went any further, but she stopped in time. Catching your envious stare, Becky mused, “Huh, I guess that means you’ll be boob-height for a while then! Tell you what, how about I give you another one of my patented giant hugs? It really seemed to help you relax last time.” Becky snickered again as she waggled her chest right in your face, reminding you of the time she nearly crushed you against the changing room lockers. Just to see for herself how you were holding up, Becky blatantly peered down around her chest at your unmistakable erection and chuckled to herself, “Looks like you could really uuuse ooone!”
Becky’s carefree grin didn’t falter as you growled, “Fuck… off.”
Becky rolled her eyes, “I’m just saying, I bet it would have helped you work off some of that… stress, heehe. But now that I think about it, I don’t have time to goof around with a new guy anyway, I gotta go to the costume department pick up that special stretchy costume or whatever that Touko made for me.”
Trying to maintain your angry glare in the face of Becky’s massive, wobbling boobs, you asked, “What? Stretchy clothes? In the locker room I thought you said you didn’t have anything to wear...”
Indifferently looking the other way, Becky leaned herself into the corner of the elevator, casually resting one of her breasts against the side of your face as she twirled a lock of her hair. Sounding bored, she explained, “Yeah well, when Touko gave me the growth serum stuff, she said that she’d made some, like, stretchy custom-fit costume that would grow with me or whatever. I just forgot to pick it up first, y’know?”
You glared up at this dumb girl, and wriggled your face away to shout, “So you could have worn THAT instead of ME the WHOLE damn time!?”
Becky scoffed as if she couldn’t understand why you’d possible be angry, “Uhh, no, because I said I forgot it, duh. Weren’t you listening? Sheesh, you’d think someone so small and wimpy would have better listening skills! Or were you busy staring at my tits again?” Becky gave a snooty harrumph and slid her way across the wall, briefly rubbing her thick bare thighs across your aching cock as she pressed her ample backside into your midsection. You could only let out a tired Whooff! as Becky’s weight squeezed your ribcage against the wall.
With you smooshed up against her legs, Becky cooed over her shoulder, “Tell you what, I’ll put in a good word for you with Touko about your shrinking pills or whatever, if you help me test out my new costume. At least, if you think you can keep your hands off me for that long...” You grunted in frustration and anger as Becky flexed one thigh against your groin, reminding you just how badly you’d been blue-balled by this girl so far. Suddenly the elevator shuddered and began to slow down. Ignoring how frustrated she had left you (in multiple ways), Becky huffed, “Ugh, what now?”
What happens with the elevator?
Hoping to get her attention, you cried, BECKY! as loud as possible, but she didn’t even pause. As she strutted through the halls that were barely wide enough for her hips, the gigantic brat was apparently so pleased with herself that she began humming her own theme song, “It’s the big, bad, bully! Biiig bully, baaad bully! Boom-ha dadadum, da, dum…” You let out a few more angry shouts, all of which were lost inside the larger girl’s swaying backside. Unable to get her attention, you reluctantly went back to focusing on trying to ignore the heavenly but infuriating sensation of Becky’s body jiggling against you, while your head was very distractingly smeared against her ass over and over.
Becky didn’t come to a stop until she reached an elevator. You heard her harrumph as she looked disapprovingly at the narrow elevator doors, which were much smaller than the rest of the hallways around the building, “Hmph… stupid tiny thing.” The doors opened with a ding, and Becky sighed, realizing she’d have to shrink to fit inside unless she wanted to take the stairs (and she was just slightly lazy enough to prefer shrinking over any bit of exercise). You let out a thankful sigh as Becky’s oversized body FINALLY began dwindling back to its original shape, as she stepped onto the elevator.
When the tension around your limbs lessened, you fell to the floor between Becky’s legs with a flop. Noticing you for the first time in fifteen minutes, Becky looked down, “Oooh, haha! Theeeere you are, tiny Tommy! And here I was, getting bored without someone to keep me company…” Ignoring Becky’s sarcasm, you tried to avoid bumping into her thick legs (which she didn’t move out of your way at all) as you clambered to your feet. You would have made a run for the doors but they had already closed, sealing you in with this unbearable woman. You glanced at the control panel and saw that Becky was heading several stories up. Becky Peters huffed, “Don’t even think about making this elevator stop before we get to my floor, twerp!”
You turned around with a frown, and saw Becky fussily attempting to close her tattered blouse over her large bosom. She seemed to be having some difficulty, as her top was now missing several buttons (which she popped off during her first growth spurt). Becky ignored your scowl and she stuck her chest out with a bounce, before coyly asking, “Hey, do my tits look bigger to you? This shirt used to mostly fit before I grew.” You ignored the pained throbbing coming from your groin as Becky‘s half naked breasts wiggled in front of you, and also tried to ignore the fact that they did look a bit bigger than when you first saw her. You were once again reminded that, even at her regular size, you barely came up to Becky’s chest, thanks to Touko’s stupid serum. And, you realized, this elevator had mirrored walls; literally any direction you looked, all you could see was Becky giving you that stupid smug grin of hers, as she continued squeezing her breasts together in your direction.
The irritation you felt was not lessened by the fact that Becky was quite obviously trying to provoke you by acting casual after had worn you like human clothing and stolen your first interview as a pro wrestler. You bitterly snapped, “Yeah, wow, your fat tits stay fat after you return to normal. Whoopdy doo.” Wondering how long you’d be stuck in here with her, you glanced at the elevator panel, and saw that you had barely traveled half a floor. How fucking slow was this thing?! You leaned back in the corner near the elevator buttons, trying to put distance between yourself and Becky, who was confidently standing in the exact center of the small elevator as she adjusted her top.
Becky finally managed to awkwardly clasp a lone two buttons over her bulging chest, as she chuckled at your upset response, “You sure sound pretty grumpy for someone who just spent the last hour with the league’s BIGGEST star, heh.” Becky looked down and began attempting to smooth her skirt, which had somehow survived her growth with only a few holes and tears, over her shapely legs.
You knew Becky was the kind of girl to thrive on drama and confrontation, but you couldn’t help but argue. “I’m not just grumpy, I’m pissed because after all that, I’m still stuck being… being boob-height compared to the most annoying girl I’ve ever met!”
Allowing you to rant as she finally got her outfit almost back to how it used to be, Becky looked up with a befuddled frown. “If you’re so huffy about being eye level with the best pair of tits in town, how come you don’t just, like, grow back or something?” Your scowl worsened as Becky took a step closer, cornering you with her large, curvy form. Finding great amusement in your irritability, Becky positioned her large and jiggly bosom precisely in front of your face, forcing you to look past them in order to meet her smug gaze, as she mocked, “Or, let me guess, you like the view more than you’re willing to admit?” Becky happily watched her breasts swinging around in front of you, as they nearly collided with the elevator buttons.
Trying to maintain your angry glare in the face of this bratty girl’s massive, wobbling boobs, you impatiently explained, “I can’t grow back without a serum from Touko, remember? We’ve been over this before.”
Jostling her huge breasts with an indifferent shrug, Becky mumbled, “Really? I thought you were just kidding earlier. That’s so weird, cuz I can grow, like, any time I want.” Knowing there wasn’t a thing you could do to stop her, Becky let herself expand a few inches, making her already large breasts squash together even more within her strained shirt. You winced as Becky’s jiggly bosom inched outwards, threatening to squish you into the corner if she went any further, but she stopped in time. Catching your envious stare, Becky mused, “Huh, I guess that means you’ll be boob-height for a while then! Tell you what, how about I give you another one of my patented giant hugs? It really seemed to help you relax last time.” Becky snickered again as she waggled her chest right in your face, reminding you of the time she nearly crushed you against the changing room lockers. Just to see for herself how you were holding up, Becky blatantly peered down around her chest at your unmistakable erection and chuckled to herself, “Looks like you could really uuuse ooone!”
Becky’s carefree grin didn’t falter as you growled, “Fuck… off.”
Becky rolled her eyes, “I’m just saying, I bet it would have helped you work off some of that… stress, heehe. But now that I think about it, I don’t have time to goof around with a new guy anyway, I gotta go to the costume department pick up that special stretchy costume or whatever that Touko made for me.”
Trying to maintain your angry glare in the face of Becky’s massive, wobbling boobs, you asked, “What? Stretchy clothes? In the locker room I thought you said you didn’t have anything to wear...”
Indifferently looking the other way, Becky leaned herself into the corner of the elevator, casually resting one of her breasts against the side of your face as she twirled a lock of her hair. Sounding bored, she explained, “Yeah well, when Touko gave me the growth serum stuff, she said that she’d made some, like, stretchy custom-fit costume that would grow with me or whatever. I just forgot to pick it up first, y’know?”
You glared up at this dumb girl, and wriggled your face away to shout, “So you could have worn THAT instead of ME the WHOLE damn time!?”
Becky scoffed as if she couldn’t understand why you’d possible be angry, “Uhh, no, because I said I forgot it, duh. Weren’t you listening? Sheesh, you’d think someone so small and wimpy would have better listening skills! Or were you busy staring at my tits again?” Becky gave a snooty harrumph and slid her way across the wall, briefly rubbing her thick bare thighs across your aching cock as she pressed her ample backside into your midsection. You could only let out a tired Whooff! as Becky’s weight squeezed your ribcage against the wall.
With you smooshed up against her legs, Becky cooed over her shoulder, “Tell you what, I’ll put in a good word for you with Touko about your shrinking pills or whatever, if you help me test out my new costume. At least, if you think you can keep your hands off me for that long...” You grunted in frustration and anger as Becky flexed one thigh against your groin, reminding you just how badly you’d been blue-balled by this girl so far. Suddenly the elevator shuddered and began to slow down. Ignoring how frustrated she had left you (in multiple ways), Becky huffed, “Ugh, what now?”
What happens with the elevator?
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May 31, 2023
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