Your mind boggles when you realize that your opponent is a nurse, and an extremely hot one at that. Leslie Hart, a.k.a Nurse Smothers, wears a tight, skimpy nurse’s uniform that clings to her tall, curvaceous figure. It’s unbuttoned at the front just enough to show off a mind-numbing amount of cleavage, while the bottom hem of her outfit can barely reach just below her divine derriere, and she wears a pair of long brown stockings that superbly compliment both her uniform and her thick, shapely legs. It’s an odd theme for a wrestling persona, but damn is it hard to complain when she’s so easy on the eyes. The crowd seems to feel the same way, as Leslie enjoys the sounds of screams, whistles and catcalls while she blows a few seductive kisses to the audience, driving her fans wild by bending over a little to show off her huge, hanging cleavage or full, round ass. Everyone’s too enthralled by her presence to even notice the announcer introducing you to them over the speakers, not that you can really blame them.
Leslie turns her attention to you when you finally climb into the ring, and her eyes light up, in a scary, almost predatory kind of way, when she gets a good look at you. As you cautiously approach the medical vixen in the center of the ring, she blows you kiss and says in a low, sultry voice “My, my. Touko told me I’d be wrestling the new guy first, but she didn’t warn me you’d be such a little cutie.”
You blush a little, Leslie’s charms already starting to get to you like everyone else, but try your best to maintain composure. “Uh, thanks. My name’s Tom. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“My, my. And such a gentlemen, too. Oh, I think I’m going to really enjoy our playtime together, little cutie. I can’t wait to smother you unconscious.” Leslie squeezes her hefty breasts together, making her long cleavage bulge out of her outfit a little while letting you know exactly what she plans to do with you.
You blush even more at Leslie’s flirty and unusual style of trash-talking, but you still can’t let her get to you. This is your first match, and you’re size is on the line. You’re not gonna let some sexy nurse push you around. “S-sorry to disappoint, but I don’t plan on losing this match.” Not the most threatening thing you can come up with, but you got your point across, at least.
Leslie chuckles at your words, thinking your attempts to be tough are adorable. “I’m sure you don’t, cutie-pie, but don’t worry: when you do lose, I’ll take extra-special care of you back in my clinic, until I’ve properly nursed you back to full health,” she says with a wink while giving her breasts an extra-hard squeeze, and it takes all your willpower not to stare, though it’s still a losing battle.
The match bell rings, saving you from the little trance Leslie nearly put you in. Putting your focus back on winning this match, you decide to start by testing the waters with Leslie. She might be dressed as a nurse, but, if she really is a pro wrestler here, you can’t risk underestimating her. You approach her and try to start things off with a lock-up, hoping a brief grapple with the teasing beauty might help you gauge her strength. Leslie sees you hold your hands up to her and giggles. “Aw, how cute, you wanna grapple with me, sweetie? Ok, just don’t be too rough. You wouldn’t want to hurt little ol’ me, would you,” she teases. There’s nothing little about her, something you can’t help but think to yourself as she locks up with you, which only becomes more obvious as Leslie leans in close and nearly engulfs your entire vision with her huge, creamy cleavage. “Hm? Something wrong, sweetie,” she asks coyly, noting how flustered you’re getting. “There’s nothing distracting you, is there?”
“N-no, I’m fine,” you say embarrassed, your hold on Leslie weakening from her teasing.
“Hm, is that so? So you wouldn’t mind if I brought in my big, soft boobies reallll close, like this?” Your eyes widen as Leslie brings her breasts directly toward your head, her deep cleavage threatening to encompass you. In a bid to escape, you attempt to release the lock and back off, but Leslie’s got you locked in place with her firm but feminine grip. Her breasts softly collide with your face, and you immediately feel the warmth emanating from them. You also catch a whiff of Leslie’s fruit-scented perfume, undoubtedly mixed with the seductive pheromones she’s giving off now. You’d be lying if you said the sensation wasn’t enchanting, but, after just a few moments, you feel your head go foggy, which Leslie picks up on. “Whoopsie, it looks like someone let his guard down,” she teases.
Before you can try to escape her again, Leslie grabs your arm and Irish Whips you to the ropes. Caught in the momentum of her powerful throw, you helplessly stumble towards the ropes before bouncing off them and running back towards Leslie, who strikes a sexy pose with her hands behind her head as she waits for you to return. Just as you reach her, Leslie hits you with a playful but powerful hip-check, knocking you onto your back in a sexy, womanly fashion. “Whoopsie, you should watch where you’re going, sweetie. Otherwise you might get hurt. That is, unless you really do want me to take care of you,” she says with a wink.
You’re a bit stunned by Leslie’s maneuver, but you manage to stand up before too long. You’ve been letting Leslie’s teasing get to you, leaving you wide open for her attacks. If you hope to have a chance, you have to take the offensive before she has time to keep toying with you. You rush at her in an attempt to hit her with a straightforward takedown, wrapping your arms around her in an attempt to lift her up and slam her to the mat. Leslie’s surprised by your sudden embrace, but she’s hardly phased by it. “Aw, how cute. You really like the idea of spending more time with me, don’t you?” You realize that your little gambit has left your head dangerously close to Leslie’s big, soft chest, but you don’t have time to be embarrassed now. You’ve got a match to win. You clench as hard as you can and desperately try to lift her bigger body. With strenuous effort, you barely manage to lift her a few inches, but, before you can try to capitalize on that, Leslie interrupts. “Ah, ah, ah. Patients don’t get to manhandle their nurses, cutie. It’s the other way around.” Leslie swings her chest left and right, rubbing her overwhelming breasts against your face and forcing you to smell more of her intoxicating perfume. It doesn’t take long for your head to feel foggy again, and, after you mindlessly put her back down, your firm hold quickly devolves into weak groping against Leslie’s curvaceous body, making this look like an intimate, suggestive embrace between two lovers.
Spotting another opening, Leslie makes her move. “That’s better. Now let me show you what a real hug looks like.” She effortlessly picks you up and puts you in a powerful Bear Hug, squeezing your smaller torso while your head gets shoved against her awaiting cleavage. Quickly loosing oxygen, you weakly try push yourself free in a bid to get leverage, but you can’t escape from Leslie’s clutches. Your attempts to breath are mostly stifled by her breasts, any air you do manage to get from against them is largely mixed with Leslie’s aphrodisiac perfume. Strangely enough, that fogginess you felt before escalates into a full-blown haze, gradually sedating your mind and slowing your struggles. Just what’s in this perfume anyway? Leslie giggles, loving your struggles against her, and says, “You’ve probably figured this out by now, cutie, but this perfume I’m wearing is a special one I made, mixed with small doses of chloroform. It’s something I like to wear when I’m feeling a little mischievous, and it makes these matches all the more fun for me, especially when I get to use it to subdue cute little things like yourself.”
So that’s it! This crazy lady covered herself in a drugged perfume. How the hell are you supposed to compete with that? You try to come up with a way to get out of this, but your dulled brain and body won't work the way you want them to. It’s hard to think of much else other than the stimulating sensation of Leslie’s overwhelming, soft body pressing against yours, and her sweetly soporific scent filling your nostrils arouses you all the more, to the point that a part of you doesn’t want to leave.
Leslie turns her attention to you when you finally climb into the ring, and her eyes light up, in a scary, almost predatory kind of way, when she gets a good look at you. As you cautiously approach the medical vixen in the center of the ring, she blows you kiss and says in a low, sultry voice “My, my. Touko told me I’d be wrestling the new guy first, but she didn’t warn me you’d be such a little cutie.”
You blush a little, Leslie’s charms already starting to get to you like everyone else, but try your best to maintain composure. “Uh, thanks. My name’s Tom. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“My, my. And such a gentlemen, too. Oh, I think I’m going to really enjoy our playtime together, little cutie. I can’t wait to smother you unconscious.” Leslie squeezes her hefty breasts together, making her long cleavage bulge out of her outfit a little while letting you know exactly what she plans to do with you.
You blush even more at Leslie’s flirty and unusual style of trash-talking, but you still can’t let her get to you. This is your first match, and you’re size is on the line. You’re not gonna let some sexy nurse push you around. “S-sorry to disappoint, but I don’t plan on losing this match.” Not the most threatening thing you can come up with, but you got your point across, at least.
Leslie chuckles at your words, thinking your attempts to be tough are adorable. “I’m sure you don’t, cutie-pie, but don’t worry: when you do lose, I’ll take extra-special care of you back in my clinic, until I’ve properly nursed you back to full health,” she says with a wink while giving her breasts an extra-hard squeeze, and it takes all your willpower not to stare, though it’s still a losing battle.
The match bell rings, saving you from the little trance Leslie nearly put you in. Putting your focus back on winning this match, you decide to start by testing the waters with Leslie. She might be dressed as a nurse, but, if she really is a pro wrestler here, you can’t risk underestimating her. You approach her and try to start things off with a lock-up, hoping a brief grapple with the teasing beauty might help you gauge her strength. Leslie sees you hold your hands up to her and giggles. “Aw, how cute, you wanna grapple with me, sweetie? Ok, just don’t be too rough. You wouldn’t want to hurt little ol’ me, would you,” she teases. There’s nothing little about her, something you can’t help but think to yourself as she locks up with you, which only becomes more obvious as Leslie leans in close and nearly engulfs your entire vision with her huge, creamy cleavage. “Hm? Something wrong, sweetie,” she asks coyly, noting how flustered you’re getting. “There’s nothing distracting you, is there?”
“N-no, I’m fine,” you say embarrassed, your hold on Leslie weakening from her teasing.
“Hm, is that so? So you wouldn’t mind if I brought in my big, soft boobies reallll close, like this?” Your eyes widen as Leslie brings her breasts directly toward your head, her deep cleavage threatening to encompass you. In a bid to escape, you attempt to release the lock and back off, but Leslie’s got you locked in place with her firm but feminine grip. Her breasts softly collide with your face, and you immediately feel the warmth emanating from them. You also catch a whiff of Leslie’s fruit-scented perfume, undoubtedly mixed with the seductive pheromones she’s giving off now. You’d be lying if you said the sensation wasn’t enchanting, but, after just a few moments, you feel your head go foggy, which Leslie picks up on. “Whoopsie, it looks like someone let his guard down,” she teases.
Before you can try to escape her again, Leslie grabs your arm and Irish Whips you to the ropes. Caught in the momentum of her powerful throw, you helplessly stumble towards the ropes before bouncing off them and running back towards Leslie, who strikes a sexy pose with her hands behind her head as she waits for you to return. Just as you reach her, Leslie hits you with a playful but powerful hip-check, knocking you onto your back in a sexy, womanly fashion. “Whoopsie, you should watch where you’re going, sweetie. Otherwise you might get hurt. That is, unless you really do want me to take care of you,” she says with a wink.
You’re a bit stunned by Leslie’s maneuver, but you manage to stand up before too long. You’ve been letting Leslie’s teasing get to you, leaving you wide open for her attacks. If you hope to have a chance, you have to take the offensive before she has time to keep toying with you. You rush at her in an attempt to hit her with a straightforward takedown, wrapping your arms around her in an attempt to lift her up and slam her to the mat. Leslie’s surprised by your sudden embrace, but she’s hardly phased by it. “Aw, how cute. You really like the idea of spending more time with me, don’t you?” You realize that your little gambit has left your head dangerously close to Leslie’s big, soft chest, but you don’t have time to be embarrassed now. You’ve got a match to win. You clench as hard as you can and desperately try to lift her bigger body. With strenuous effort, you barely manage to lift her a few inches, but, before you can try to capitalize on that, Leslie interrupts. “Ah, ah, ah. Patients don’t get to manhandle their nurses, cutie. It’s the other way around.” Leslie swings her chest left and right, rubbing her overwhelming breasts against your face and forcing you to smell more of her intoxicating perfume. It doesn’t take long for your head to feel foggy again, and, after you mindlessly put her back down, your firm hold quickly devolves into weak groping against Leslie’s curvaceous body, making this look like an intimate, suggestive embrace between two lovers.
Spotting another opening, Leslie makes her move. “That’s better. Now let me show you what a real hug looks like.” She effortlessly picks you up and puts you in a powerful Bear Hug, squeezing your smaller torso while your head gets shoved against her awaiting cleavage. Quickly loosing oxygen, you weakly try push yourself free in a bid to get leverage, but you can’t escape from Leslie’s clutches. Your attempts to breath are mostly stifled by her breasts, any air you do manage to get from against them is largely mixed with Leslie’s aphrodisiac perfume. Strangely enough, that fogginess you felt before escalates into a full-blown haze, gradually sedating your mind and slowing your struggles. Just what’s in this perfume anyway? Leslie giggles, loving your struggles against her, and says, “You’ve probably figured this out by now, cutie, but this perfume I’m wearing is a special one I made, mixed with small doses of chloroform. It’s something I like to wear when I’m feeling a little mischievous, and it makes these matches all the more fun for me, especially when I get to use it to subdue cute little things like yourself.”
So that’s it! This crazy lady covered herself in a drugged perfume. How the hell are you supposed to compete with that? You try to come up with a way to get out of this, but your dulled brain and body won't work the way you want them to. It’s hard to think of much else other than the stimulating sensation of Leslie’s overwhelming, soft body pressing against yours, and her sweetly soporific scent filling your nostrils arouses you all the more, to the point that a part of you doesn’t want to leave.
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May 31, 2023
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