A knock at the door interrupts the queen.
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 22
The queen was getting very forceful as each second passed, and while every nerve in your body was on fire with ecstasy, you began to fear for your safety.
All the gyration came to a sudden standstill soon, however. The motion ended and Tina's booty muscles briefly clenched together, almost crushing your soul out of its tiny shell. You wondered what was going on. Had she finished? Though you couldn't hear it through the mountains of ass that entombed you, a sharp knock on the door had interrupted Tina. She huffed furiously and rolled her eyes. Of course she'd have someone calling now of all times. She stood and walked to the door, taking care to grind down on you as she did so so that you wouldn't lose the moment.
She opened the door hoping to find some fan or paparazzo she could quickly dismiss, but was surprised instead to see Touko's assistant at the door. "What is it?" she asked haughtily.
"Sorry miss," said the assistant with a little trepidation. "But you're, erm... You're late for your match."
"My-- excuse me, what do you mean my match? I finished my match with Becky a couple hours ago," said Tina.
The assistant deftly pulled a piece of paper off her clipboard and handed it over. Tina snatched it from her hands. "What?? Three matches in a day? Sure, the match against that Tommy was barely a match, but since when are we scheduling back-to-back-to-back matches?!"
"It was announced over the intercom and a message was left here in your dressing room. Your ratings spiked so hard after your match with Tom that Touko immediately scheduled you an extra match to capitalize on it right away."
"This is ridiculous, I--"
"Miss, you need to get down there now," interrupted the assistant, a rare occurrence that made Tina narrow her eyes dangerously. "If you don't get in the ring in two minutes, you forfeit."
Tina blinked for a moment, processing this news. 30 seconds later, she was halfway to the arena, and 10 seconds after that, she realized she was still in her lingerie, but it was too late now. She gritted her teeth and swore Touko would be receiving a dressing down as soon as this match was over. She might even corner this little assistant somewhere and remind her who the queen was just for good measure. She had practically forgotten about you by now.
For your part, you were still pressed frustratingly against Tina's asshole and her quick stomping was grinding you to paste between her jostling cheeks, but you had generally regained your senses and had calmed your arousal, if slightly.
You couldn't hear much, but you soon could hear a distant, muffled version of the unmistakable sound of the arena crowd. She was about to have a match! With only a tiny strip of thong behind you and her thick cheeks to hold you in, you hoped the action wouldn't get too intense. You knew you needed to get out of Tina's booty, but slipping into the middle of a fight between two of thus league's fighters was bound to get you seriously hurt.
The question was, who was Tina about to grapple with?
All the gyration came to a sudden standstill soon, however. The motion ended and Tina's booty muscles briefly clenched together, almost crushing your soul out of its tiny shell. You wondered what was going on. Had she finished? Though you couldn't hear it through the mountains of ass that entombed you, a sharp knock on the door had interrupted Tina. She huffed furiously and rolled her eyes. Of course she'd have someone calling now of all times. She stood and walked to the door, taking care to grind down on you as she did so so that you wouldn't lose the moment.
She opened the door hoping to find some fan or paparazzo she could quickly dismiss, but was surprised instead to see Touko's assistant at the door. "What is it?" she asked haughtily.
"Sorry miss," said the assistant with a little trepidation. "But you're, erm... You're late for your match."
"My-- excuse me, what do you mean my match? I finished my match with Becky a couple hours ago," said Tina.
The assistant deftly pulled a piece of paper off her clipboard and handed it over. Tina snatched it from her hands. "What?? Three matches in a day? Sure, the match against that Tommy was barely a match, but since when are we scheduling back-to-back-to-back matches?!"
"It was announced over the intercom and a message was left here in your dressing room. Your ratings spiked so hard after your match with Tom that Touko immediately scheduled you an extra match to capitalize on it right away."
"This is ridiculous, I--"
"Miss, you need to get down there now," interrupted the assistant, a rare occurrence that made Tina narrow her eyes dangerously. "If you don't get in the ring in two minutes, you forfeit."
Tina blinked for a moment, processing this news. 30 seconds later, she was halfway to the arena, and 10 seconds after that, she realized she was still in her lingerie, but it was too late now. She gritted her teeth and swore Touko would be receiving a dressing down as soon as this match was over. She might even corner this little assistant somewhere and remind her who the queen was just for good measure. She had practically forgotten about you by now.
For your part, you were still pressed frustratingly against Tina's asshole and her quick stomping was grinding you to paste between her jostling cheeks, but you had generally regained your senses and had calmed your arousal, if slightly.
You couldn't hear much, but you soon could hear a distant, muffled version of the unmistakable sound of the arena crowd. She was about to have a match! With only a tiny strip of thong behind you and her thick cheeks to hold you in, you hoped the action wouldn't get too intense. You knew you needed to get out of Tina's booty, but slipping into the middle of a fight between two of thus league's fighters was bound to get you seriously hurt.
The question was, who was Tina about to grapple with?
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May 31, 2023
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