Challenge match: Bigger Bully vs Miss Svelte
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 29
Before Becky could make a decision, the intercom blipped -Becky Peters and Alice Svensson to the main stage: challenge match in five minutes.- Becky immediately shot to her feet, “Oooh! Now that sounds like fun!” Feeling confident and eager, Becky quickly strode out of the room and down the halls, jiggling you unhappily along with her. You tried to beg Becky to please finish you off first, like she had said she would, but she wasn’t listening: she was too busy thinking about how awesome her first public match as a giantess was going to be! Though that didn’t stop her quaking breasts from bouncing and squishing against you randomly as she moved.
After a descent that you suspected nearly destroyed the elevator occupancy weight limit, Becky arrived back-stage just in time to hear Touko Hizuki sensually announcing her over the auditorium’s speakers, “... and her opponent, The Biiiig Bullyyy!” Taking her queue, Becky confidently strutted through the curtains and down the ramp, filling the audience with cheers of surprise and amazement, as well as some disappointed gasps from her opposing fans. Making sure to really milk her first appearance, Becky bouncily sashayed her hips all the way down the ramp, flamboyantly waving her immense bosom from side to side with every step. You’d be surprised if anyone didn’t see you yet, but there was nothing you could do about it from your position, and most people were busy ogling Becky’s tight black outfit and the jiggly body beneath (much to her delight).
Defiantly standing in the middle of the ring, arms crossed, was Miss Svelte. Becky sneered calmly as she lited one thick, juicy leg, before heavily sliding herself right over the ropes of the ring. Not waiting for an excuse to smack talk, Becky stepped towards the defiant looking blonde woman and spoke over the crowd, “I heard someone challenged the Bigger Bully to a wrestling match, but all I see is a little blonde pipsqueak who’s about to get crushed.”
Svelte frowned back, too busy staring daggers at her nemesis to notice you yet, “Careful Bully, let out any more hot air and you just might deflate yourself.” Despite Svelte’s strong words, it was no question which wrestler had the upper hand from the audience’s perspective: Becky’s naked belly button was nearly in Svelte’s face, not to mention the fact that she undoubtedly weighed several times the smaller girl. Svelte had to glare upwards just to meet Becky’s haughty, snide gaze past the larger girl’s huge round breasts, which Becky obviously thought was funny enough to warrant a quick chest shake (which annoyed you just as much as Alice).
At first Alice’s eyes were drawn to the little words—suck on these—written on Becky’s top, but then she began to notice an odd shape beneath Becky’s outfit. For a moment she stared blankly, then her eyes widened when she realized you were stretched across Becky’s enormous protruding chest, “Oh my god, is that…?!”
Becky looked down, not understanding what Alice was all in a tizzy about until she felt you wobbling along with her, “Heh, your boyfriend? Sure is! After the elevator ride he tried to help me get dressed…” Becky brought one finger up and poked your head right into her awaiting pink nipple, squeezing her warm doughy flesh all over your face, “Only, he couldn’t get enough, and now I guess he’s stuck. Whoopsy!” Becky rolled her eyes and smeared your face against her skin for a moment in full view of Alice and the entire audience, letting everyone see just how unstoppably dominant she was. Some of Becky’s fans in the audience cackled as they watched you being helplessly smooshed into their idol’s soft, overwhelming tit.
The loudspeakers suddenly came on again, “Looks like we have a surprise contestant in the ring here, folks! Tiny Tommy the Terrible has already succumbed to the Bigger Bully’s formidable size! Will Miss Svelte be able to rescue him from the clutches of her giant nemesis, or will she be flattened underfoot!? LET’S FIND OUT!” Your face was still being kneaded into Becky’s tit as the crowd cheered in excitement, and all you could think was Great, thanks a bunch Touko.
Casually flicking your head into her boob before defiantly planting a hand on her hip, Becky left you jigglign as she declared, “So are we gonna fight, or would you rather chicken out?”
Svelte was fuming as she had to watch you jiggling back and forth above her, but she stood her ground, “Fat talk from a fat girl. You might have the weight advantage, Bully, but all that weights in your fat head or your fat ass anyway. This match won’t be so easy for you, trust me.” Having said her piece, Svelte stalked to her corner of the ring. Becky scowled for a moment, not liking how snarky her opponent was being, before stomping back to her own corner with big thudding footsteps. You couldn’t help but feel you got the worst end of the exchange: Becky’s agitated footfalls only jostled you around further and squeezed your sore cock between her rolling breasts, not that Becky cared of course.
Only as Becky settled in her corner did she finally notice something unusual about Svelte, too… she was wearing something. It almost looked like one of Touko’s gizmos. What is it?
After a descent that you suspected nearly destroyed the elevator occupancy weight limit, Becky arrived back-stage just in time to hear Touko Hizuki sensually announcing her over the auditorium’s speakers, “... and her opponent, The Biiiig Bullyyy!” Taking her queue, Becky confidently strutted through the curtains and down the ramp, filling the audience with cheers of surprise and amazement, as well as some disappointed gasps from her opposing fans. Making sure to really milk her first appearance, Becky bouncily sashayed her hips all the way down the ramp, flamboyantly waving her immense bosom from side to side with every step. You’d be surprised if anyone didn’t see you yet, but there was nothing you could do about it from your position, and most people were busy ogling Becky’s tight black outfit and the jiggly body beneath (much to her delight).
Defiantly standing in the middle of the ring, arms crossed, was Miss Svelte. Becky sneered calmly as she lited one thick, juicy leg, before heavily sliding herself right over the ropes of the ring. Not waiting for an excuse to smack talk, Becky stepped towards the defiant looking blonde woman and spoke over the crowd, “I heard someone challenged the Bigger Bully to a wrestling match, but all I see is a little blonde pipsqueak who’s about to get crushed.”
Svelte frowned back, too busy staring daggers at her nemesis to notice you yet, “Careful Bully, let out any more hot air and you just might deflate yourself.” Despite Svelte’s strong words, it was no question which wrestler had the upper hand from the audience’s perspective: Becky’s naked belly button was nearly in Svelte’s face, not to mention the fact that she undoubtedly weighed several times the smaller girl. Svelte had to glare upwards just to meet Becky’s haughty, snide gaze past the larger girl’s huge round breasts, which Becky obviously thought was funny enough to warrant a quick chest shake (which annoyed you just as much as Alice).
At first Alice’s eyes were drawn to the little words—suck on these—written on Becky’s top, but then she began to notice an odd shape beneath Becky’s outfit. For a moment she stared blankly, then her eyes widened when she realized you were stretched across Becky’s enormous protruding chest, “Oh my god, is that…?!”
Becky looked down, not understanding what Alice was all in a tizzy about until she felt you wobbling along with her, “Heh, your boyfriend? Sure is! After the elevator ride he tried to help me get dressed…” Becky brought one finger up and poked your head right into her awaiting pink nipple, squeezing her warm doughy flesh all over your face, “Only, he couldn’t get enough, and now I guess he’s stuck. Whoopsy!” Becky rolled her eyes and smeared your face against her skin for a moment in full view of Alice and the entire audience, letting everyone see just how unstoppably dominant she was. Some of Becky’s fans in the audience cackled as they watched you being helplessly smooshed into their idol’s soft, overwhelming tit.
The loudspeakers suddenly came on again, “Looks like we have a surprise contestant in the ring here, folks! Tiny Tommy the Terrible has already succumbed to the Bigger Bully’s formidable size! Will Miss Svelte be able to rescue him from the clutches of her giant nemesis, or will she be flattened underfoot!? LET’S FIND OUT!” Your face was still being kneaded into Becky’s tit as the crowd cheered in excitement, and all you could think was Great, thanks a bunch Touko.
Casually flicking your head into her boob before defiantly planting a hand on her hip, Becky left you jigglign as she declared, “So are we gonna fight, or would you rather chicken out?”
Svelte was fuming as she had to watch you jiggling back and forth above her, but she stood her ground, “Fat talk from a fat girl. You might have the weight advantage, Bully, but all that weights in your fat head or your fat ass anyway. This match won’t be so easy for you, trust me.” Having said her piece, Svelte stalked to her corner of the ring. Becky scowled for a moment, not liking how snarky her opponent was being, before stomping back to her own corner with big thudding footsteps. You couldn’t help but feel you got the worst end of the exchange: Becky’s agitated footfalls only jostled you around further and squeezed your sore cock between her rolling breasts, not that Becky cared of course.
Only as Becky settled in her corner did she finally notice something unusual about Svelte, too… she was wearing something. It almost looked like one of Touko’s gizmos. What is it?
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May 31, 2023
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