Becky's hot new outfit
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 28
To your incredible distress, you found yourself once again stuck to this idiotic brat, this time plastered across the curved front side of her breasts like a sticker. Without even checking to see how you had fared after her abruptly ended cock-teasing, Becky grabbed the straps of her leotard and wriggled them up over her shoulders. Before you could so much as beg her to stop, Becky let her skin-tight outfit snap around her two wobbling breasts, firmly pressing your whole body straight against her soft round chest. With your face mashed right against one huge nipple and your crotch pressed into her tight cleavage, Becky left you stuck, again, without even meaning to.
Now that she was fully clothed, Becky smiled and ran her hands along her curvy body. She looked fucking hot! The dark leotard had gaping holes to show off her smooth stomach and back, as well as a delicious amount of creamy bulging cleavage, while the areas it did cover were clad so tightly that they only bulged attractively against the fabric. Even her legs were mostly bare: the leotard hardly covered the extent of each enormous butt cheek, leaving curvy flesh to stick out from the edge of her bottoms, while her crotch was tightly covered just between her two pale thighs. Only now did Becky realize, and with great enthusiasm, that her outfit was made out of some partially translucent sheer material, that became even more see-through as she stretched it over her perfect flesh, though she still didn’t notice your obvious outline. Deciding you could use another look at her rocking body, especially after she had left you right on the edge of bursting, Becky turned and laughed, “Hey tiny, check out how big my ass looks in...” Becky paused when she didn’t see you on the table, and was too dumb to feel your cock being pounded between her jiggling breasts as she glanced around. Becky wondered if she had sat on you again, but and began looking back, when the door opened and someone walked in.
Forgetting all about you (she could find you later or something), Becky practically cheered, “Zoe! I got your present!”
Zoe sported blonde and black streaked hair, a fashionably form-fitting shirt over her ample bust, and a set of dark leggings wrapped around long, muscular dancer’s legs. Though she wasn’t often caught off guard, even Zoe had to raise her eyebrows at the gigantic, 11’ tall giantess currently standing in her tailoring studio. Zoe greeted Becky with a quick nod and a subtle smirk, “Becky… you’re looking large and in charge today.” Quickly collecting herself, Zoe pressed herself to the wall and carefully slid past her friend’s oversized hips. “I didn’t believe Miss Hizuki at first when she told me how big you’d get, but I’m glad I listened. Looks like the outfit barely fits, even with how stretchy I made it.”
As Zoe rummaged for something behind her desk, Becky proudly put her hands on her hips and boasted, “Right? My friggin’ tits are pouring out of this thing!” Becky happily demonstrated her point by bending over a bit and shaking her chest, rolling each mound of flesh back and forth in the taut confines of her leotard. You couldn’t do anything as Becky’s stupid motions slammed the weight of her chest against your cock and balls, and your face, and every part of your body all at once. Zoe glanced up just to humor Becky, and caught a glimpse of something. Becky couldn’t see you from her viewpoint, but from below it wasn’t difficult for Zoe to spot the fairly evident shape of a man (or a small man, anyway) flattened face-first into large girl’s tremendous and rapidly wobbling bust.
Not noticing Zoe’s bemused stare, Becky grinned as she watched her own cleavage practically spilling from her top, as some small text along the hem of her leotard caught her eye. Evidently Zoe had stitched some fine writing into Becky’s leotard, which stretched and grew along with Becky until they became legible for Becky, “Suck… on… these? Ha! That’s a nice touch.” Becky shook her chest again, delighted in the inflammatory little words she could now (literally) rub in people’s faces.
While Becky continued to excitedly and showily bounce her chest (and you) back and forth, Zoe calmly smiled, “It says ‘Insert face here’ in fine print on your ass too. So, I take it you’re liking the outfit?” Zoe grabbed a notepad from her desk and slowly headed back for the door, having gotten what she came for.
Making herself comfortable, Becky casually plopped back onto the table with another firm bounce before crossing her legs, “There won’t be a single person who can take their eyes off me while I’m in this thing, of course I like it! Would a really big hug from the Really Big Bully show you just how appreciative I am?” Becky chuckled and held her arms out to Zoe, taunting her somber friend with the prospect of an inescapable full-body embrace.
Zoe chuckled and rolled her eyes, “I think I’ll pass, it looks like the last person to get a hug from you didn’t fare so well.” Zoe flicked her eyes meaningfully to where the slight protrusion of your body lay across the smoothly rounded surface of Becky’s breasts.
The joke went over Becky’s head though, “What?” Becky stood up and scanned her body, but was unable to see anything out of the ordinary. Following Zoe’s gaze, Becky curiously squeezed her breasts together and hefted them into the air, lifting you along with them. You grunted unhappily as Becky’s palm pushed against the back of your head, squashing your face right into her warm doughy nipple. Since you were flattened to her skin, you found your body bending and wrapping around each soft orb as Becky fondled herself curiously, leaving you unable to separate from her flesh even for a moment. Still not seeing what Zoe was talking about, Becky asked dumly, “Uh, who?”
Zoe watched the stretchy leotard compressing you against Becky’s huge jiggling breasts, “Whoever that is. Looks like shorty there got himself stuck on the wrong side of your top.”
After thinking about the events before Zoe’s arrival, Becky finally realized what must have happened. By carefully examining her chest, she finally spotted the faint shape of your body sticking out from the otherwise perfectly smooth curvature of her bosom, “Oooh yeah, I totally forgot!” Becky enthusiastically eyed your position, thinking it was just priceless how you kept getting stuck to her huge body over and over thanks to your pitiful size, “Sheesh, I don’t blame you for turning down that hug Zoe, you really weren’t kidding when you said this guy got the worst of it. How you holding up there, tiny?” She snickered when she noticed that her hand had crushed your head right into her spongy nipple, and gave a quick squeeze just to squish you even further. While her skin enveloped your whole face Becky smiled at the familiar and delightful sensation of your erection being squeezed between each breast, reminding her just how frustrated you must be right now.
Becky thought she heard a muffled scream vibrating against her nipple—LET ME OUT!—but she couldn’t be sure (not that she cared anyway). After letting you squirm in discomfort for a moment, the giantess dropped her chest, letting it bounce vigorously up and down against you while Zoe watched curiously. Remembering the note that Zoe left her, Becky shrugged, “Hey, you did tell me to flatten someone, remember? So don’t say the Big Bully doesn’t keep her promises!” Becky snickered at her own joke as your limbs, which were plastered across the curve of her breasts, wriggled uselessly in defiance. You couldn’t believe you had to listen to this shit, especially after she didn’t let you finish like she said she would.
Practically ignoring your predicament, Zoe changed the subject, “So who’s going to be the first- I mean, second unlucky bastard to go up against Bigger Bully? You have any matches lined up?”
Still sitting on Zoe’s table, Becky nonchalantly swung one foot back and forth as she thought, “Hmm, I dunno actually. I’ve been having so much fun up till now, I didn’t even think that far ahead...”
Zoe snickered, “Well if you want a suggestion, my sister’s been bugging me, and I think being sat on could do her a bit of good.”
Becky raised an eyebrow, “You mean Patty? Or Chloe? Cuz I’ve got an ass that’s made for sitting on people, hah!” Becky gave her backside another quick and loud slap.
Zoe shrugged, “Whichever, they’re both pretty annoying. I’m just saying you oughta go take that outfit for a test drive, is all. Anyway I gotta run, so I’ll leave you to it.” With a quick wave, Zoe stepped out of the room, leaving you in the hands (or bra) of the obnoxious, intolerable Big Bully.
Becky pouted her lips, “Hmm, what to do, what to do…”
Now that she was fully clothed, Becky smiled and ran her hands along her curvy body. She looked fucking hot! The dark leotard had gaping holes to show off her smooth stomach and back, as well as a delicious amount of creamy bulging cleavage, while the areas it did cover were clad so tightly that they only bulged attractively against the fabric. Even her legs were mostly bare: the leotard hardly covered the extent of each enormous butt cheek, leaving curvy flesh to stick out from the edge of her bottoms, while her crotch was tightly covered just between her two pale thighs. Only now did Becky realize, and with great enthusiasm, that her outfit was made out of some partially translucent sheer material, that became even more see-through as she stretched it over her perfect flesh, though she still didn’t notice your obvious outline. Deciding you could use another look at her rocking body, especially after she had left you right on the edge of bursting, Becky turned and laughed, “Hey tiny, check out how big my ass looks in...” Becky paused when she didn’t see you on the table, and was too dumb to feel your cock being pounded between her jiggling breasts as she glanced around. Becky wondered if she had sat on you again, but and began looking back, when the door opened and someone walked in.
Forgetting all about you (she could find you later or something), Becky practically cheered, “Zoe! I got your present!”
Zoe sported blonde and black streaked hair, a fashionably form-fitting shirt over her ample bust, and a set of dark leggings wrapped around long, muscular dancer’s legs. Though she wasn’t often caught off guard, even Zoe had to raise her eyebrows at the gigantic, 11’ tall giantess currently standing in her tailoring studio. Zoe greeted Becky with a quick nod and a subtle smirk, “Becky… you’re looking large and in charge today.” Quickly collecting herself, Zoe pressed herself to the wall and carefully slid past her friend’s oversized hips. “I didn’t believe Miss Hizuki at first when she told me how big you’d get, but I’m glad I listened. Looks like the outfit barely fits, even with how stretchy I made it.”
As Zoe rummaged for something behind her desk, Becky proudly put her hands on her hips and boasted, “Right? My friggin’ tits are pouring out of this thing!” Becky happily demonstrated her point by bending over a bit and shaking her chest, rolling each mound of flesh back and forth in the taut confines of her leotard. You couldn’t do anything as Becky’s stupid motions slammed the weight of her chest against your cock and balls, and your face, and every part of your body all at once. Zoe glanced up just to humor Becky, and caught a glimpse of something. Becky couldn’t see you from her viewpoint, but from below it wasn’t difficult for Zoe to spot the fairly evident shape of a man (or a small man, anyway) flattened face-first into large girl’s tremendous and rapidly wobbling bust.
Not noticing Zoe’s bemused stare, Becky grinned as she watched her own cleavage practically spilling from her top, as some small text along the hem of her leotard caught her eye. Evidently Zoe had stitched some fine writing into Becky’s leotard, which stretched and grew along with Becky until they became legible for Becky, “Suck… on… these? Ha! That’s a nice touch.” Becky shook her chest again, delighted in the inflammatory little words she could now (literally) rub in people’s faces.
While Becky continued to excitedly and showily bounce her chest (and you) back and forth, Zoe calmly smiled, “It says ‘Insert face here’ in fine print on your ass too. So, I take it you’re liking the outfit?” Zoe grabbed a notepad from her desk and slowly headed back for the door, having gotten what she came for.
Making herself comfortable, Becky casually plopped back onto the table with another firm bounce before crossing her legs, “There won’t be a single person who can take their eyes off me while I’m in this thing, of course I like it! Would a really big hug from the Really Big Bully show you just how appreciative I am?” Becky chuckled and held her arms out to Zoe, taunting her somber friend with the prospect of an inescapable full-body embrace.
Zoe chuckled and rolled her eyes, “I think I’ll pass, it looks like the last person to get a hug from you didn’t fare so well.” Zoe flicked her eyes meaningfully to where the slight protrusion of your body lay across the smoothly rounded surface of Becky’s breasts.
The joke went over Becky’s head though, “What?” Becky stood up and scanned her body, but was unable to see anything out of the ordinary. Following Zoe’s gaze, Becky curiously squeezed her breasts together and hefted them into the air, lifting you along with them. You grunted unhappily as Becky’s palm pushed against the back of your head, squashing your face right into her warm doughy nipple. Since you were flattened to her skin, you found your body bending and wrapping around each soft orb as Becky fondled herself curiously, leaving you unable to separate from her flesh even for a moment. Still not seeing what Zoe was talking about, Becky asked dumly, “Uh, who?”
Zoe watched the stretchy leotard compressing you against Becky’s huge jiggling breasts, “Whoever that is. Looks like shorty there got himself stuck on the wrong side of your top.”
After thinking about the events before Zoe’s arrival, Becky finally realized what must have happened. By carefully examining her chest, she finally spotted the faint shape of your body sticking out from the otherwise perfectly smooth curvature of her bosom, “Oooh yeah, I totally forgot!” Becky enthusiastically eyed your position, thinking it was just priceless how you kept getting stuck to her huge body over and over thanks to your pitiful size, “Sheesh, I don’t blame you for turning down that hug Zoe, you really weren’t kidding when you said this guy got the worst of it. How you holding up there, tiny?” She snickered when she noticed that her hand had crushed your head right into her spongy nipple, and gave a quick squeeze just to squish you even further. While her skin enveloped your whole face Becky smiled at the familiar and delightful sensation of your erection being squeezed between each breast, reminding her just how frustrated you must be right now.
Becky thought she heard a muffled scream vibrating against her nipple—LET ME OUT!—but she couldn’t be sure (not that she cared anyway). After letting you squirm in discomfort for a moment, the giantess dropped her chest, letting it bounce vigorously up and down against you while Zoe watched curiously. Remembering the note that Zoe left her, Becky shrugged, “Hey, you did tell me to flatten someone, remember? So don’t say the Big Bully doesn’t keep her promises!” Becky snickered at her own joke as your limbs, which were plastered across the curve of her breasts, wriggled uselessly in defiance. You couldn’t believe you had to listen to this shit, especially after she didn’t let you finish like she said she would.
Practically ignoring your predicament, Zoe changed the subject, “So who’s going to be the first- I mean, second unlucky bastard to go up against Bigger Bully? You have any matches lined up?”
Still sitting on Zoe’s table, Becky nonchalantly swung one foot back and forth as she thought, “Hmm, I dunno actually. I’ve been having so much fun up till now, I didn’t even think that far ahead...”
Zoe snickered, “Well if you want a suggestion, my sister’s been bugging me, and I think being sat on could do her a bit of good.”
Becky raised an eyebrow, “You mean Patty? Or Chloe? Cuz I’ve got an ass that’s made for sitting on people, hah!” Becky gave her backside another quick and loud slap.
Zoe shrugged, “Whichever, they’re both pretty annoying. I’m just saying you oughta go take that outfit for a test drive, is all. Anyway I gotta run, so I’ll leave you to it.” With a quick wave, Zoe stepped out of the room, leaving you in the hands (or bra) of the obnoxious, intolerable Big Bully.
Becky pouted her lips, “Hmm, what to do, what to do…”
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May 31, 2023
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