"It's time for you to move in!"
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 21
"Ah, no sense in delaying," she proclaimed with a laugh. "It's time for you to move in! Allow me to bid you welcome to your new quarters!" The dawning realization that this was really happening broke you free of your spell, but only temporarily. As Tina reached down and grabbed your body, pulling your head free from her cheeks, the scale of your dilemma overtook you. Tina's ass loomed ahead, dwarfing you in comparison. She held you in a single hand, and you estimated that you were no more than a foot in size. The sight of all that warm, jiggling ass re-melted your brain and you could only stare, mouth slightly ajar.
Tina put on a show, bending over slightly clapping her ass a little until her negligee had ridden up to the small of her back, well out of the way. With her free hand, she reached back and pulled her barely-existent underwear back. It didn't stretch far, tight as it was on her oversized ass, but it was more than enough room for your diminutive body. Without quite sensing her grip changing, you found your self dangling above the chasm. Somewhere deep, deep, deep in your mind in the most primal survival centers, some part of your of subconscious screamed out in desperation. But then, even if that little voice had snapped you out of it, it was already too late.
Tina let you go, and you plummeted down. You landed first on the narrow slope of panty fabric that disappeared further into the darkness, and you had a short ride until you too wedged firmly into her waiting flesh. Tina let the underwear snap back into place, forcing your face into the the suffocating embrace of her mesmerizing body, and she put a hand on each cheek, jiggling and massaging her cheeks in a bid to embed you further in without using her hands.
All your higher functions abandoned ship. All the brain power you were left to work with were your overstimulated pleasure centers and your base instincts and whatever chunk of your brain was responsible for coming up with dream imagery. As her jostling cheeks hugged you deeper and deeper, your liberated libido took hold and your rock-hard erection dragged your hips forward in order to get a better vantage for feeling every motion.
Tina had a reputation for keeping calm and cool. She was, after all, the queen, and it is not becoming of queens to become overcome with excitement or anxiety. However, here in the private confines of her dressing room, with her servant making tiny thrusts into her crown derriere, Tina permitted herself some flutters of excitement and arousal. She bit her lip, her hips slightly back as she tried to make room for your tiny body to sink deeper, but before long, you reached your destination. She gasped sharply and snapped upright, her cheeks slamming into a crushing clench as your mini manhood found its way right to her royal asshole.
From your perspective, it's like you had accidentally humped the Armageddon button. Your arousal ramped up to an agonizing degree as soon as you felt your erection make contact with her flexing hole, and then all sense vanished as the walls crashed closed on you. What was once ass heaven was changed to a hellish prison of pressure, but your brain had long since surrendered to the ass that engulfed you. You could not breathe, nor could you move much at this point, but the cheeks that had closed behind you pushed you deeper and even if you couldn't make any progress, your muscles couldn't help but twitch in the hope of resuming your probing.
She could hardly bear it. She went and laid on her side on her couch, lounging as royally as her distracted mind could remember to do automatically. With one hand, she reached back and shoved your body hard, making sure you were truly as deep as you could go, and then she began to encourage your tiny thrusts by pressing lightly and rhythmically on your rear. With her other hand, she reached down the front of her underwear, and began to pleasure herself, her breath becoming more and more ragged.
"Well, well, my... hmm... my servant," she said through the pleasure, trying futilely to keep her regal temperament in place. "I do believe your cha-- hahn -- change of quarters will be... ah... permanent."
Tina put on a show, bending over slightly clapping her ass a little until her negligee had ridden up to the small of her back, well out of the way. With her free hand, she reached back and pulled her barely-existent underwear back. It didn't stretch far, tight as it was on her oversized ass, but it was more than enough room for your diminutive body. Without quite sensing her grip changing, you found your self dangling above the chasm. Somewhere deep, deep, deep in your mind in the most primal survival centers, some part of your of subconscious screamed out in desperation. But then, even if that little voice had snapped you out of it, it was already too late.
Tina let you go, and you plummeted down. You landed first on the narrow slope of panty fabric that disappeared further into the darkness, and you had a short ride until you too wedged firmly into her waiting flesh. Tina let the underwear snap back into place, forcing your face into the the suffocating embrace of her mesmerizing body, and she put a hand on each cheek, jiggling and massaging her cheeks in a bid to embed you further in without using her hands.
All your higher functions abandoned ship. All the brain power you were left to work with were your overstimulated pleasure centers and your base instincts and whatever chunk of your brain was responsible for coming up with dream imagery. As her jostling cheeks hugged you deeper and deeper, your liberated libido took hold and your rock-hard erection dragged your hips forward in order to get a better vantage for feeling every motion.
Tina had a reputation for keeping calm and cool. She was, after all, the queen, and it is not becoming of queens to become overcome with excitement or anxiety. However, here in the private confines of her dressing room, with her servant making tiny thrusts into her crown derriere, Tina permitted herself some flutters of excitement and arousal. She bit her lip, her hips slightly back as she tried to make room for your tiny body to sink deeper, but before long, you reached your destination. She gasped sharply and snapped upright, her cheeks slamming into a crushing clench as your mini manhood found its way right to her royal asshole.
From your perspective, it's like you had accidentally humped the Armageddon button. Your arousal ramped up to an agonizing degree as soon as you felt your erection make contact with her flexing hole, and then all sense vanished as the walls crashed closed on you. What was once ass heaven was changed to a hellish prison of pressure, but your brain had long since surrendered to the ass that engulfed you. You could not breathe, nor could you move much at this point, but the cheeks that had closed behind you pushed you deeper and even if you couldn't make any progress, your muscles couldn't help but twitch in the hope of resuming your probing.
She could hardly bear it. She went and laid on her side on her couch, lounging as royally as her distracted mind could remember to do automatically. With one hand, she reached back and shoved your body hard, making sure you were truly as deep as you could go, and then she began to encourage your tiny thrusts by pressing lightly and rhythmically on your rear. With her other hand, she reached down the front of her underwear, and began to pleasure herself, her breath becoming more and more ragged.
"Well, well, my... hmm... my servant," she said through the pleasure, trying futilely to keep her regal temperament in place. "I do believe your cha-- hahn -- change of quarters will be... ah... permanent."
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May 31, 2023
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