Leslie hums delightfully while casually smothering the living daylights out of you. Judging from the skillful way she pins you down and leaves you almost nothing to breathe besides the milky scent of her boobs, it’s clear that Leslie has done this plenty of times before. Nurse Smothers definitely lives up to her stage name.
Try as you may, you just can’t squirm free from her. You can kick and flail your legs well enough, but your upper-body is completely pinned down to the bed by the weight of her bosom, her breasts completely enveloping your head while spilling over your shoulders. Your panic increases as it feels like your entire being is slowly being consumed by heavy feminine softness, reminding you of your brief but traumatic time with the Big Booty Queen’s enormous booty. However, despite your fervor to escape the luscious prison you’re entrapped in, all you manage to do is elicit a chuckle from the blonde nurse, who finds your surprised squirming adorable. “Aww, dont tell me you don’t like ‘em, hun. Just give it some time. Get comfy down there. I think you’ll learn to enjoy yourself...”
You’re too stressed to listen, though, and continue to struggle, your self-preservation instincts making you desperate. Noticing that your hysterical flailing hasn’t died down yet and feeling your heart rate spike beneath her, Leslie begins to realize just how stressed you are, and just how badly you need this procedure. Her smiling face crinkles into an adorable pout, disappointed by her unruly patient. “Oh, poo. This isn’t working. Didn’t I tell you to sit still and focus, Tommy? Just let it happen.” Of course, you’re in no position to respond to Leslie’s chiding, but, even if you were, you wouldn’t. You’re still too traumatized by the copious amounts of female flesh bearing down on you, fearing that it might finally pulverize or smother you into oblivion.
Seeing how frantic you’ve become, Leslie sighs and lifts her chest off you, finally giving you a chance to breathe again. You quickly sit up and gasp for air. Despite it all, you’re unable to ignore the way Lesle’s perky, naked breasts precariously wobble next to you as she sits back in her chair. Even after getting the biggest facefull you can imagine, you can still hardly believe they’re real. They’re just so humongous and perky, defying all logic (and gravity). While you gawp, Leslie gives a concerned look, crossing her arms beneath her chest and making it even more prominent to you. “Aww, what’s the matter, hun? Did I surprise you? You seem even more stressed than before.”
“Surprise me!? You just tried to knock me out, with your tits,” you balk. “I’d say this is the appropriate amount of stress!”
Amused by your words, Leslie chuckles. “Trust me, cutie, if I wanted to knock you out, I would’ve done so already,” she boasts, exuding a quiet but strong confidence. She gives her breasts a proud squeeze with her arms. “The girls and I are experts in forced sedation, after all, even on the most unruly patients. You should see me in the ring. I’m a real knockout.~” Nurse Smothers takes a moment to fondly recall all of the adorable wrestlers that have succumbed to her sultry sleeper holds and soporific smothers, then she returns to the matter at hand.
“But this is just my prescribed treatment for anyone stuck with too much booty on the brain: a healthy dosage of boobies,” she explains with a perky bounce. “Trust me, hun. It happens to a lot of adorable jobbers that get stuck in the ring with Tina. Poor things always get more booty than they can handle all at once,” Leslie muses, though her carefree words hurt your pride a little bit. Just as you wonder if all your new co-workers consider you a jobber now, you’re startled by a soft hand gliding up your thigh. “Besides...it seems to me you’re enjoying this treatment more than you let on.”
A sultry tone creeps into Leslie’s sweet voice, keeping her eyes locked with yours while bringing a hand towards your groin. She coquettishly drags a finger along your stiff cock, sending a wave of electricity through your body. Startled by how intense that felt, you look down and realize that your wrestling trunks are gone, leaving you completely naked!
...Crap, of course you’re naked. Now that you think about it, you’ve been 3 feet tall ever since you shrunk during your match with Tina, and there’s no way your body could hold up your shorts at this size. They must’ve slid off during the match, and you were too busy being bombarded by a behemoth booty—both during and after the match—to notice you’ve been naked. With your cock fully exposed to her the whole time, no wonder Tina’s ass-centric manhandling elicited such an intense reaction from you (maybe “Booty on the Brain” really is a medical condition...at least one that can only exist in this crazy place). On the plus side, you haven’t shrunk again...yet, but you shudder to think what might happen if a shrink spurt happens at the worst possible moment again, in the clutches of someone like Tina.
Leslie clears her throat, and your thoughts about the time you were stuck with one voluptuous, overbearing woman are quickly interrupted by the voluptuous, overbearing woman you’re currently stuck with. “So, if you’re done making a fuss over nothing, let’s continue.~” An excited gleam in her eye, Leslie climbs onto the bed, fully intending to see this treatment through. You’re treated to the terrifying yet enthralling sight of her curvaceous half-naked body looming over your smaller form, her enormous naked bosom wobbling directly over your head and clearly signaling where it’s about to go.
You’re nearly stupefied by the sight of Leslie above you but manage to snap yourself out of it, remembering what’s important. There’s no point in denying that you’re enjoying this on some level, but this is still way too embarrassing. You’re supposed to be a wrestling superstar, for crying out loud. You can’t keep letting yourself get pushed around by every giant ass or rack that comes your way, and you’re certainly not gonna get any closer to getting your size back if you do.
Leslie might be a drop-dead gorgeous nurse, but can’t risk your career ending (before it even started!) just for some time with her body, even if it is the most beautiful, shapely, alluring figure you’ve ever seen… e-even so! You had... had to resist! You hastily try and talk you way out of this, though you’re still too frazzled to come up with anything coherent. “W-wait, Leslie, no! I’m not...I mean, t-this isn't--
Leslie puts a finger to your mouth. “Shh, shh, shh, shhhhh… honey, poor sweet honey, you’re going to be just fine.”
“B-B-But—“
“No more butts. Only boobies now,” Leslie cheerfully replies before dropping herself onto you, immediately silencing your panicked stammering beneath her abundant body. Her incredible bosom envelops your head once again, hugging your cheeks with its soft cushioning. All of your senses become her breasts. Your only sight, only smell, even all you could hear for a moment is the sound of her soft flesh brushing against your ears. It’s a paradise…one you desperately want to avoid being swept into, but a paradise nonetheless. But no matter how much you want to resist, there’s a part of you that truly wants to submit to her tits and stay in them forever…and that part was growing, and twitching, every second…
“No butts. Only boobs.” As she settles down on you, Leslie repeats those words a few more times—like she’s reciting a calming mantra—while gently swaying her shoulders and letting her fleshy hills repeatedly roll across your head at a hypnotic pace. Unlike before, you’re completely pinned down under Leslie’s bigger body, effortlessly reducing your wild (albeit futile) flailing into meek squirming as her weight bears down on you.
The soft, forceful contact once again reminds you of the way Valentina harshly dominated you with her fleshy feminine spheres, but, before you start to panic again, the full brunt of Leslie’s treatment begins to kick in. There’s something about the nurse’s delicate touch, soothing voice, and pleasant friction that begins to calm your riled nerves. Leslie reaches behind your head and strokes it, “You have nothing to fear…you have no worries. Cast your cares away and live in my boobs for a while.~” She gently squeezes her massive breasts around your head, eliciting a moan from you.
Unlike your turbulent time with Tina and her butt, this doesn’t feel harsh, brutal, or imposing at all. Leslie isn’t using her breasts to bluntly enforce her will or cruelly break yours down. She’s merely letting you see for yourself that her wonderful titties are worth enjoying, serenely whittling any resistance away as they gradually become your entire world. You openly moan again, and, after a bit more resistance, you decide it’s not with the effort. This time you just lie back and savor the soft flesh as it brushes against you time and again, letting the ecstasy wash over you…
Try as you may, you just can’t squirm free from her. You can kick and flail your legs well enough, but your upper-body is completely pinned down to the bed by the weight of her bosom, her breasts completely enveloping your head while spilling over your shoulders. Your panic increases as it feels like your entire being is slowly being consumed by heavy feminine softness, reminding you of your brief but traumatic time with the Big Booty Queen’s enormous booty. However, despite your fervor to escape the luscious prison you’re entrapped in, all you manage to do is elicit a chuckle from the blonde nurse, who finds your surprised squirming adorable. “Aww, dont tell me you don’t like ‘em, hun. Just give it some time. Get comfy down there. I think you’ll learn to enjoy yourself...”
You’re too stressed to listen, though, and continue to struggle, your self-preservation instincts making you desperate. Noticing that your hysterical flailing hasn’t died down yet and feeling your heart rate spike beneath her, Leslie begins to realize just how stressed you are, and just how badly you need this procedure. Her smiling face crinkles into an adorable pout, disappointed by her unruly patient. “Oh, poo. This isn’t working. Didn’t I tell you to sit still and focus, Tommy? Just let it happen.” Of course, you’re in no position to respond to Leslie’s chiding, but, even if you were, you wouldn’t. You’re still too traumatized by the copious amounts of female flesh bearing down on you, fearing that it might finally pulverize or smother you into oblivion.
Seeing how frantic you’ve become, Leslie sighs and lifts her chest off you, finally giving you a chance to breathe again. You quickly sit up and gasp for air. Despite it all, you’re unable to ignore the way Lesle’s perky, naked breasts precariously wobble next to you as she sits back in her chair. Even after getting the biggest facefull you can imagine, you can still hardly believe they’re real. They’re just so humongous and perky, defying all logic (and gravity). While you gawp, Leslie gives a concerned look, crossing her arms beneath her chest and making it even more prominent to you. “Aww, what’s the matter, hun? Did I surprise you? You seem even more stressed than before.”
“Surprise me!? You just tried to knock me out, with your tits,” you balk. “I’d say this is the appropriate amount of stress!”
Amused by your words, Leslie chuckles. “Trust me, cutie, if I wanted to knock you out, I would’ve done so already,” she boasts, exuding a quiet but strong confidence. She gives her breasts a proud squeeze with her arms. “The girls and I are experts in forced sedation, after all, even on the most unruly patients. You should see me in the ring. I’m a real knockout.~” Nurse Smothers takes a moment to fondly recall all of the adorable wrestlers that have succumbed to her sultry sleeper holds and soporific smothers, then she returns to the matter at hand.
“But this is just my prescribed treatment for anyone stuck with too much booty on the brain: a healthy dosage of boobies,” she explains with a perky bounce. “Trust me, hun. It happens to a lot of adorable jobbers that get stuck in the ring with Tina. Poor things always get more booty than they can handle all at once,” Leslie muses, though her carefree words hurt your pride a little bit. Just as you wonder if all your new co-workers consider you a jobber now, you’re startled by a soft hand gliding up your thigh. “Besides...it seems to me you’re enjoying this treatment more than you let on.”
A sultry tone creeps into Leslie’s sweet voice, keeping her eyes locked with yours while bringing a hand towards your groin. She coquettishly drags a finger along your stiff cock, sending a wave of electricity through your body. Startled by how intense that felt, you look down and realize that your wrestling trunks are gone, leaving you completely naked!
...Crap, of course you’re naked. Now that you think about it, you’ve been 3 feet tall ever since you shrunk during your match with Tina, and there’s no way your body could hold up your shorts at this size. They must’ve slid off during the match, and you were too busy being bombarded by a behemoth booty—both during and after the match—to notice you’ve been naked. With your cock fully exposed to her the whole time, no wonder Tina’s ass-centric manhandling elicited such an intense reaction from you (maybe “Booty on the Brain” really is a medical condition...at least one that can only exist in this crazy place). On the plus side, you haven’t shrunk again...yet, but you shudder to think what might happen if a shrink spurt happens at the worst possible moment again, in the clutches of someone like Tina.
Leslie clears her throat, and your thoughts about the time you were stuck with one voluptuous, overbearing woman are quickly interrupted by the voluptuous, overbearing woman you’re currently stuck with. “So, if you’re done making a fuss over nothing, let’s continue.~” An excited gleam in her eye, Leslie climbs onto the bed, fully intending to see this treatment through. You’re treated to the terrifying yet enthralling sight of her curvaceous half-naked body looming over your smaller form, her enormous naked bosom wobbling directly over your head and clearly signaling where it’s about to go.
You’re nearly stupefied by the sight of Leslie above you but manage to snap yourself out of it, remembering what’s important. There’s no point in denying that you’re enjoying this on some level, but this is still way too embarrassing. You’re supposed to be a wrestling superstar, for crying out loud. You can’t keep letting yourself get pushed around by every giant ass or rack that comes your way, and you’re certainly not gonna get any closer to getting your size back if you do.
Leslie might be a drop-dead gorgeous nurse, but can’t risk your career ending (before it even started!) just for some time with her body, even if it is the most beautiful, shapely, alluring figure you’ve ever seen… e-even so! You had... had to resist! You hastily try and talk you way out of this, though you’re still too frazzled to come up with anything coherent. “W-wait, Leslie, no! I’m not...I mean, t-this isn't--
Leslie puts a finger to your mouth. “Shh, shh, shh, shhhhh… honey, poor sweet honey, you’re going to be just fine.”
“B-B-But—“
“No more butts. Only boobies now,” Leslie cheerfully replies before dropping herself onto you, immediately silencing your panicked stammering beneath her abundant body. Her incredible bosom envelops your head once again, hugging your cheeks with its soft cushioning. All of your senses become her breasts. Your only sight, only smell, even all you could hear for a moment is the sound of her soft flesh brushing against your ears. It’s a paradise…one you desperately want to avoid being swept into, but a paradise nonetheless. But no matter how much you want to resist, there’s a part of you that truly wants to submit to her tits and stay in them forever…and that part was growing, and twitching, every second…
“No butts. Only boobs.” As she settles down on you, Leslie repeats those words a few more times—like she’s reciting a calming mantra—while gently swaying her shoulders and letting her fleshy hills repeatedly roll across your head at a hypnotic pace. Unlike before, you’re completely pinned down under Leslie’s bigger body, effortlessly reducing your wild (albeit futile) flailing into meek squirming as her weight bears down on you.
The soft, forceful contact once again reminds you of the way Valentina harshly dominated you with her fleshy feminine spheres, but, before you start to panic again, the full brunt of Leslie’s treatment begins to kick in. There’s something about the nurse’s delicate touch, soothing voice, and pleasant friction that begins to calm your riled nerves. Leslie reaches behind your head and strokes it, “You have nothing to fear…you have no worries. Cast your cares away and live in my boobs for a while.~” She gently squeezes her massive breasts around your head, eliciting a moan from you.
Unlike your turbulent time with Tina and her butt, this doesn’t feel harsh, brutal, or imposing at all. Leslie isn’t using her breasts to bluntly enforce her will or cruelly break yours down. She’s merely letting you see for yourself that her wonderful titties are worth enjoying, serenely whittling any resistance away as they gradually become your entire world. You openly moan again, and, after a bit more resistance, you decide it’s not with the effort. This time you just lie back and savor the soft flesh as it brushes against you time and again, letting the ecstasy wash over you…
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May 31, 2023
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