Big egos, small elevator. Pt 1
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 23
The elevator doors slid open with a mild bing!. Before you could get a good look at who was there or make a run for it, Becky placed herself right in the middle of the elevator floor to conveniently make herself an obstacle for anyone who needed to get on (or off). A feminine figure stepped aboard and Becky gave a rude huff, but you couldn’t fathom why: this girl was beautiful.
She was noticeably taller than Becky despite looking no older than you, and gorgeously braided blonde hair framed her perfectly girlish face. Her simple attire of tight leggings and a midriff baring white v-neck did very little to hide the lovely curvature of her slender, well proportioned body. After trading an icy glance with Becky, the girl affixed you with her piercing blue eyes. You gave a weak smile and wave, and the girl’s features began to soften into a smile before you saw her eyes dart downwards. Shit, you were still naked! You quickly put your hand back down, trying to hide your erection from view while silently cursing Becky every name under the sun. Why couldn’t you have a normal introduction, just for once?
Instead shying away like you had expected, the girl settled herself against the corner right next to you as the elevator doors closed again. Her silky voice drifted over, “Going up, are we?” You glanced up and caught her practically staring at your groin with an expectant smile on her face.
You blushed, trying not to think of all the implied innuendo there, and coughed, “Uh yeah, I guess.” You noticed that Becky, unwilling to stand near this girl, had leaned against the far wall and was now doing her best not to look interested in the other elevator occupants.
The blonde watched you sweating and blushing at her pun for a moment before she giggled easily, “Heh! Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. It’s always a laugh to give the newbies a little tease after their first fashion fiasco.” The girl casually leaned past you, and for a second you thought you were going to be flattened — but then she just pressed a button for her floor, dancing her toned midsection past your face as she fell back.
You mumbled dumbly, “...my first what?”
“You know, the reason you’re left with your best bits flapping in the wind? A wardrobe malfunction.” You blushed again but felt a smirk on your lips at this girl’s ‘eloquent’ phrasing. She was smiling happily as she continued, “I had something like that happen on my second day too, if it makes you feel any better. I was climbing up the turnbuckle to give this kickass victory speech, but I guess my shirt caught on something because POW!” The blonde shoved her appreciable chest towards you with a flourishing jiggle, “I gave the crowd a much different show than I had planned. But I still bounced back and finished my monologue anyway! After all, no tits, no glory right?” She leaned back against the wall with a smirk, evidently proud of her innuendo, as Becky gave a groan. Apparently encouraged by Becky’s irritation, Alice finished her story, “Point is, I wouldn’t worry about giving the crowd a little tip show, even if some other wrestlers give you a hard time over it. I bet there are some fangirls out there who are already lining up to get another little glimpse of studly eye-candy.” You were blushing again when the girl slid over and bumped her warm hips against your shoulder, before flashing you a reassuring grin.
It was impossible not to smile back, “I’ll keep that in mind… good to know I didn’t cock up my whole career on the first day.” The girl’s blue eyes widened before she spluttered with girlish laughter, her shoulders shaking as she tried to cover her mouth with a hand. You heard another upset moan from Becky, but that only made you and Alice snicker harder to each other.
After she had caught her breath, the much taller girl stammered, “Oh my god, wow, that was terrible. You get full points on that one. Whew…” A brief but comfortable silence ensued, during which the only noise was the hum of the slow, slow elevator. After a moment, the blonde turned to face you and leaned ever so slightly forwards, gently puffing her chest out and giving you a clear look at where her frilly bra was peeking out from beneath her shirt. She wasn’t as busty as, say, Becky, but she certainly had a significant… perkiness about her. Before you had a chance to gawp, the blonde jokingly swooned, “So, what is the name of this dashing, pocket-sized rogue that has all the fangirls in a tizzy?”
You tried not to stare or smile like an idiot, “Tom. Or Tom the Terrible, if you want to get fancy.”
You heard a snort from across the room, “Psh, or Tiny Tommy.”
Ignoring the Big Bully’s chide, the tall blond held a hand out to you. “Pleasure to meet you, Terrible Thomas. I’m Miss Svelte, or you can call me Alice. Whichever you like.”
You tried not to smirk: that name was a little on the nose, wasn’t it? Strategically trying to keep your manhood covered, you reached up and gave her soft hand a squeeze, “Well I certainly like both. Though I was expecting you to be called the Shield Maiden or something, what with the boob- I mean, uh, the beautiful Viking look.” Damnit, did you really have to make that slip-up?
Miss Svelte poorly hid a smile as you fumbled over yourself, “Shoot, that would have been a good gimmick! And all I’d need for a costume is a helmet and a long, hard spear shaft...” You found yourself turning red all over as Svelte flicked her eyes down your body, apparently enjoying the view just as much as she was enjoying the flirty banter.
The Big Bully made her presence known with a groan, “Uuugh, get a room already!”
Apparently Miss Svelte had had enough snide interjections. “Y’know Becky, if you can’t handle a pun or two, feel free to get off at the next floor. Or just fall right out of the elevator, I’m sure nobody here would mind either way.” Wow, there must have been bad history between these two… not that you didn’t agree with Alice.
Becky sashayed forwards with a hand on her wide hips, then planted another hand over your head as she faced Svelte with a cocky sneer, “Maybe you wouldn’t, but pipsqueak there might get bored with just a skinny twig for company.” Becky had practically shoved herself between you and Alice, giving you little else to look at but her curvy, bulging backside as she trapped you in the corner.
Svelte rolls her eyes calmly, “Yeah, it’s a wonder that he and I can even fit in here alongside your fat ass or your even fatter ego. If either got any bigger, we might have to take the stairs.”
An evil grin crept across Becky’s scowling face, “Hmm, better hope I don’t grow too full of myself then.” You the ominous sound of a thread snapping. Oh shit, not again… Before you could warn Alice, Becky had already begun to expand, pouring around her flimsy clothing and rising into the air. It was seconds before the Big Bully had surpassed Miss Svelte in height, and was smiling pompously down past her ballooning chest at the now smaller girl. Alice’s cool attitude wavered, “No way, I heard some fans raving about the ‘giant bitch’ that invaded a press conference, but I didn’t think they meant it literally...” You took a step back to avoid Becky’s growing backside, before your back hit the wall, leaving you cornered.
Becky hummed happily at the astonished look on Alice’s face, “Mhmm! The new and improved Really Big Bully is just the bigger, badder, in-your-face super-star that this wrestling league needs!” Becky giggled again as her poor shirt strained to contain her bulging tits, looking like it might finally burst at any moment. “Heh, looks like I’m about to have a wardrobe malfunction of my own in here!” Obviously unconcerned with that possibility, Becky gave her chest a tiny squeeze, quivering her breasts back and forth and forcing one pink nipple up over the edge of her taut shirt.
You had been hoping that being behind Becky would help you avoid her ire, however her clumsy inattention would prove just as dangerous. Still glowering at her blonde nemesis, Becky casually rocked her immense round hips in your direction. You gasped as one gigantic butt cheek wobbled forwards and heavily pushed your face and chest up against the mirrored wall. You weren’t quite crushed, but your face was practically looking into her ass crack… wonderful.
Well, you were obviously going to be crushed again by this obnoxious brat... the least you could do was annoy her one last time, right? You tried to pry some of Becky’s ass off your face, “Hey Alice, you know what Becky reminds me of? The elephant in the ro-mmf!” Your punchline and Alice’s giggling were interrupted as Becky casually rolled herself across the wall until your head was stuffed into her warm ass-crack, giving you a face full of her hot flesh. Just to make it less comfortable for you, Becky took a small step closer and slammed one huge thigh up against your entire torso, leaving your naked penis mashed across the warm inner side of her leg.
After her thick ass cheeks had flattened against the wall, Becky glanced down with mock sympathy, “Oh I’m sorry, were you trying to say something clever?” Becky watched your hands weakly pushing and squishing against her heavy buttocks, unable to free your face even a tiny bit. Becky waggled her hips back and forth, grinding your upper body across the wall and very purposefully letting Alice get a good look at your erect cock slapping uselessly between her thighs, “No? The peanut gallery has nothing to say? Then shush and let the big people talk.”
She was noticeably taller than Becky despite looking no older than you, and gorgeously braided blonde hair framed her perfectly girlish face. Her simple attire of tight leggings and a midriff baring white v-neck did very little to hide the lovely curvature of her slender, well proportioned body. After trading an icy glance with Becky, the girl affixed you with her piercing blue eyes. You gave a weak smile and wave, and the girl’s features began to soften into a smile before you saw her eyes dart downwards. Shit, you were still naked! You quickly put your hand back down, trying to hide your erection from view while silently cursing Becky every name under the sun. Why couldn’t you have a normal introduction, just for once?
Instead shying away like you had expected, the girl settled herself against the corner right next to you as the elevator doors closed again. Her silky voice drifted over, “Going up, are we?” You glanced up and caught her practically staring at your groin with an expectant smile on her face.
You blushed, trying not to think of all the implied innuendo there, and coughed, “Uh yeah, I guess.” You noticed that Becky, unwilling to stand near this girl, had leaned against the far wall and was now doing her best not to look interested in the other elevator occupants.
The blonde watched you sweating and blushing at her pun for a moment before she giggled easily, “Heh! Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. It’s always a laugh to give the newbies a little tease after their first fashion fiasco.” The girl casually leaned past you, and for a second you thought you were going to be flattened — but then she just pressed a button for her floor, dancing her toned midsection past your face as she fell back.
You mumbled dumbly, “...my first what?”
“You know, the reason you’re left with your best bits flapping in the wind? A wardrobe malfunction.” You blushed again but felt a smirk on your lips at this girl’s ‘eloquent’ phrasing. She was smiling happily as she continued, “I had something like that happen on my second day too, if it makes you feel any better. I was climbing up the turnbuckle to give this kickass victory speech, but I guess my shirt caught on something because POW!” The blonde shoved her appreciable chest towards you with a flourishing jiggle, “I gave the crowd a much different show than I had planned. But I still bounced back and finished my monologue anyway! After all, no tits, no glory right?” She leaned back against the wall with a smirk, evidently proud of her innuendo, as Becky gave a groan. Apparently encouraged by Becky’s irritation, Alice finished her story, “Point is, I wouldn’t worry about giving the crowd a little tip show, even if some other wrestlers give you a hard time over it. I bet there are some fangirls out there who are already lining up to get another little glimpse of studly eye-candy.” You were blushing again when the girl slid over and bumped her warm hips against your shoulder, before flashing you a reassuring grin.
It was impossible not to smile back, “I’ll keep that in mind… good to know I didn’t cock up my whole career on the first day.” The girl’s blue eyes widened before she spluttered with girlish laughter, her shoulders shaking as she tried to cover her mouth with a hand. You heard another upset moan from Becky, but that only made you and Alice snicker harder to each other.
After she had caught her breath, the much taller girl stammered, “Oh my god, wow, that was terrible. You get full points on that one. Whew…” A brief but comfortable silence ensued, during which the only noise was the hum of the slow, slow elevator. After a moment, the blonde turned to face you and leaned ever so slightly forwards, gently puffing her chest out and giving you a clear look at where her frilly bra was peeking out from beneath her shirt. She wasn’t as busty as, say, Becky, but she certainly had a significant… perkiness about her. Before you had a chance to gawp, the blonde jokingly swooned, “So, what is the name of this dashing, pocket-sized rogue that has all the fangirls in a tizzy?”
You tried not to stare or smile like an idiot, “Tom. Or Tom the Terrible, if you want to get fancy.”
You heard a snort from across the room, “Psh, or Tiny Tommy.”
Ignoring the Big Bully’s chide, the tall blond held a hand out to you. “Pleasure to meet you, Terrible Thomas. I’m Miss Svelte, or you can call me Alice. Whichever you like.”
You tried not to smirk: that name was a little on the nose, wasn’t it? Strategically trying to keep your manhood covered, you reached up and gave her soft hand a squeeze, “Well I certainly like both. Though I was expecting you to be called the Shield Maiden or something, what with the boob- I mean, uh, the beautiful Viking look.” Damnit, did you really have to make that slip-up?
Miss Svelte poorly hid a smile as you fumbled over yourself, “Shoot, that would have been a good gimmick! And all I’d need for a costume is a helmet and a long, hard spear shaft...” You found yourself turning red all over as Svelte flicked her eyes down your body, apparently enjoying the view just as much as she was enjoying the flirty banter.
The Big Bully made her presence known with a groan, “Uuugh, get a room already!”
Apparently Miss Svelte had had enough snide interjections. “Y’know Becky, if you can’t handle a pun or two, feel free to get off at the next floor. Or just fall right out of the elevator, I’m sure nobody here would mind either way.” Wow, there must have been bad history between these two… not that you didn’t agree with Alice.
Becky sashayed forwards with a hand on her wide hips, then planted another hand over your head as she faced Svelte with a cocky sneer, “Maybe you wouldn’t, but pipsqueak there might get bored with just a skinny twig for company.” Becky had practically shoved herself between you and Alice, giving you little else to look at but her curvy, bulging backside as she trapped you in the corner.
Svelte rolls her eyes calmly, “Yeah, it’s a wonder that he and I can even fit in here alongside your fat ass or your even fatter ego. If either got any bigger, we might have to take the stairs.”
An evil grin crept across Becky’s scowling face, “Hmm, better hope I don’t grow too full of myself then.” You the ominous sound of a thread snapping. Oh shit, not again… Before you could warn Alice, Becky had already begun to expand, pouring around her flimsy clothing and rising into the air. It was seconds before the Big Bully had surpassed Miss Svelte in height, and was smiling pompously down past her ballooning chest at the now smaller girl. Alice’s cool attitude wavered, “No way, I heard some fans raving about the ‘giant bitch’ that invaded a press conference, but I didn’t think they meant it literally...” You took a step back to avoid Becky’s growing backside, before your back hit the wall, leaving you cornered.
Becky hummed happily at the astonished look on Alice’s face, “Mhmm! The new and improved Really Big Bully is just the bigger, badder, in-your-face super-star that this wrestling league needs!” Becky giggled again as her poor shirt strained to contain her bulging tits, looking like it might finally burst at any moment. “Heh, looks like I’m about to have a wardrobe malfunction of my own in here!” Obviously unconcerned with that possibility, Becky gave her chest a tiny squeeze, quivering her breasts back and forth and forcing one pink nipple up over the edge of her taut shirt.
You had been hoping that being behind Becky would help you avoid her ire, however her clumsy inattention would prove just as dangerous. Still glowering at her blonde nemesis, Becky casually rocked her immense round hips in your direction. You gasped as one gigantic butt cheek wobbled forwards and heavily pushed your face and chest up against the mirrored wall. You weren’t quite crushed, but your face was practically looking into her ass crack… wonderful.
Well, you were obviously going to be crushed again by this obnoxious brat... the least you could do was annoy her one last time, right? You tried to pry some of Becky’s ass off your face, “Hey Alice, you know what Becky reminds me of? The elephant in the ro-mmf!” Your punchline and Alice’s giggling were interrupted as Becky casually rolled herself across the wall until your head was stuffed into her warm ass-crack, giving you a face full of her hot flesh. Just to make it less comfortable for you, Becky took a small step closer and slammed one huge thigh up against your entire torso, leaving your naked penis mashed across the warm inner side of her leg.
After her thick ass cheeks had flattened against the wall, Becky glanced down with mock sympathy, “Oh I’m sorry, were you trying to say something clever?” Becky watched your hands weakly pushing and squishing against her heavy buttocks, unable to free your face even a tiny bit. Becky waggled her hips back and forth, grinding your upper body across the wall and very purposefully letting Alice get a good look at your erect cock slapping uselessly between her thighs, “No? The peanut gallery has nothing to say? Then shush and let the big people talk.”
107 views
·
May 31, 2023
Sign in to comment