Meeting Madame Bosomy
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 16
You nervously hopped onto the wrestling stage and ducked under the ropes by your starting corner, as you tried to get focused for the big fight ahead of you. It was going to be your first match, and you wanted to really prove to the audience (and yourself) that you should be taken seriously, despite Touko's stupid shrinking serum gimmick. You were so lost inside your thoughts that you didn't even notice your opponent, until the dull clicking of her impending high-heels make you look up.
Quickly approaching was a curvaceous girl with brown hair, who seemed to be lackadaisically smiling and blowing kisses to the audience, as she pretended to dust off the ropes and turnbuckles with a small handkerchief. You were slightly confused at first, until you saw that she was donned in a tight French maid's outfit, which explained her little act. Black platform shoes with fluffy accents lead up to two incredibly long legs wrapped in black stockings, which didn't end until the girl's mid-thigh. The frilly black and white skirt danced over the girl's swaying hips, revealing small but tantalizing portions of her creamy flesh (and occasional glimpses of a black thong strung between her legs) as she sauntered towards you. Above her skirt was a sleek black corset, forming an unbelievable hourglass figure over her already slender frame. As your eyes rose, you finally put everything together to realize who you were up against; Madame Bosomy, real name Milly Dubois. As her name implied, she had particularly large assets, and her costume accentuated that fact VERY plainly. You had to focus to keep your mouth from falling open as you saw her gigantic breasts bouncing violently against the thin silken top that was struggling to restrain them. Every step Madame Bosomy took caused her cleavage to shake wildly, though she was making no attempt to discourage people from staring as she continued to blow kiss after kiss to her adoring fans. She occasionally bumped a slender wrist against her massive chest, making the white frills lining her very low-cut top and draping over her shoulders to dance back and forth, highlighting her acres of cleavage even more.
When you finally tore your eyes away and glanced up (slightly higher than you were used to, thanks to your awkwardly reduced height and the girl's tall stature) to greet her, you saw that Bosomy wasn't even looking your way; she was just showing off for the crowd. Touko's voice echoed over the loudspeakers, "Fighters to their corners!" and suddenly Madame Bosomy turned and headed straight for you. Maybe she wanted to say hello before the match started? You politely raised a hand in greeting, only to realize that the girl still hadn't seen you. So what was she doing? You shrank back against the turnbuckle, unsure of what the girl's intentions, and had just begun to say, "Hello, uh, Miss Bosomy, I think your corner is over... uhm, there..." when Madame Bosomy took a bouncy step right into you. She let out a soft "Oh!" as she stumbled against your body, pressing you to the turnbuckle. Your only reaction was to throw your arms around her waist to keep her from falling.
Madame Bosomy flopped dramatically into your arms, before her cute and lightly freckled face looked up at you, giving you a thankful smile as she blushed at her own clumsiness. You smiled back as she lightly squeezed your forearm with one hand and spoke with a subtle French accent, "Pardon, monseur Terrible! I did not look where I was going, but I am glad you were there to catch me!" The brunette happily wiggled against you, rubbing one of her legs against your shorts as her tremendous breasts sloshed from side to side and bounced against your bare chest, unhindered by her top.
You stammered back, surprised that she already knew your name, "U-uh, yeah, sure thing, miss..." And then, without thinking, you said the first joke that came into your head, "But it's a little early to be falling for me, don't you think?"
You immediately felt stupid as you watched a baffled look come over the girl's face, but then she started giggling uncontrollably, rolling her heaving breasts against you with every exhalation. Bosomy gave you an amused smile and teased, "My, aren't we confident?" You blushed a bit, but helped miss Dubois back to her feet as she rose to her full height. Standing straight, one of Bosomy's gigantic round tits was practically resting against your neck, but she hardly seemed to notice or care, as she patted down her skirt, careful to get all the dust off. You figured that would be the end of your introduction, but then Madame Bosomy braced a delicate hand on your shoulder and pouted, "Merde, I think my shoe is undone... help me balance while I fix it, s'il vous plait!"
Without waiting for you to respond, Madame Bosomy bent down, sticking her rear end in your general direction as she reached for her shoe. Before you could react, her skirt had ridden up, revealing her gigantic round ass cheeks, and one of her pale buttocks bounced into your lap as she used you to balance herself. You blushed and tried to angle your hips to the side so her plump ass wouldn't be pressing directly against your crotch, but she requested, "Put your hands around me so I don't fall, monseur?" and wiggled against you again, making you wince as her ass cheek jiggled against your groin. You hesitantly wrapped a hand around her narrow waist, keeping her steady, as she asked. You clenched your teeth and tried to look anywhere but at Madame Bosomy's swaying hips, as she obliviously waved her ass in front of you. You felt your wrestling tights growing even tighter, as a little dizzy spell overcame you for just a moment, but you did your best to suppress the feeling.
Finally, Madame Bosomy shot back to her feet, her creamy cleavage quivering in front in front of your face as she as she exclaimed sweetly, "Ah, merci! That is two favors I owe you now, petite ami!" You looked up to her smiling face and wondered what she meant by 'petite ami.' Wait, had she been so tall earlier? Her chest was practically head-height for you, now. It seems like she had grown several inches since her shoe fell off, or maybe that was just because she was wearing platform shoes? Or maybe you were smaller... oh damnit, it was Touko's serum taking effect again!
Your train of thought was broken as Touko blared impatiently over the speakers, "Fighters to THEIR corners, please!"
The brunette girl glanced around, briefly squashing one of her breasts into the side of your face, as she let out an embarrassed laugh, "Oh, this is not even my starting position! Best of luck, monseur Terrible!" Before you could get a reply out, she was strutting back to her side of the ring. You caught another glimpse of her jiggling ass as she flicked her skirt at you and patted a hand over her own enormous behind. Had she meant to do that for you? You couldn't tell.
You glanced down at yourself, and confirmed that you had in fact shrunk another few inches. Damnit! On the upside, your shorts still fit (the even seemed a bit tight at the front, thanks to Madame Bosomy...). And, you figured optimistically, compared to your opponent's clueless demeanor, you'd probably end up appearing far more competent and skilled than you could have ever hoped. As the bell to begin the match rang, you were feeling slightly more optimistic already!
How does the fight start off?
Quickly approaching was a curvaceous girl with brown hair, who seemed to be lackadaisically smiling and blowing kisses to the audience, as she pretended to dust off the ropes and turnbuckles with a small handkerchief. You were slightly confused at first, until you saw that she was donned in a tight French maid's outfit, which explained her little act. Black platform shoes with fluffy accents lead up to two incredibly long legs wrapped in black stockings, which didn't end until the girl's mid-thigh. The frilly black and white skirt danced over the girl's swaying hips, revealing small but tantalizing portions of her creamy flesh (and occasional glimpses of a black thong strung between her legs) as she sauntered towards you. Above her skirt was a sleek black corset, forming an unbelievable hourglass figure over her already slender frame. As your eyes rose, you finally put everything together to realize who you were up against; Madame Bosomy, real name Milly Dubois. As her name implied, she had particularly large assets, and her costume accentuated that fact VERY plainly. You had to focus to keep your mouth from falling open as you saw her gigantic breasts bouncing violently against the thin silken top that was struggling to restrain them. Every step Madame Bosomy took caused her cleavage to shake wildly, though she was making no attempt to discourage people from staring as she continued to blow kiss after kiss to her adoring fans. She occasionally bumped a slender wrist against her massive chest, making the white frills lining her very low-cut top and draping over her shoulders to dance back and forth, highlighting her acres of cleavage even more.
When you finally tore your eyes away and glanced up (slightly higher than you were used to, thanks to your awkwardly reduced height and the girl's tall stature) to greet her, you saw that Bosomy wasn't even looking your way; she was just showing off for the crowd. Touko's voice echoed over the loudspeakers, "Fighters to their corners!" and suddenly Madame Bosomy turned and headed straight for you. Maybe she wanted to say hello before the match started? You politely raised a hand in greeting, only to realize that the girl still hadn't seen you. So what was she doing? You shrank back against the turnbuckle, unsure of what the girl's intentions, and had just begun to say, "Hello, uh, Miss Bosomy, I think your corner is over... uhm, there..." when Madame Bosomy took a bouncy step right into you. She let out a soft "Oh!" as she stumbled against your body, pressing you to the turnbuckle. Your only reaction was to throw your arms around her waist to keep her from falling.
Madame Bosomy flopped dramatically into your arms, before her cute and lightly freckled face looked up at you, giving you a thankful smile as she blushed at her own clumsiness. You smiled back as she lightly squeezed your forearm with one hand and spoke with a subtle French accent, "Pardon, monseur Terrible! I did not look where I was going, but I am glad you were there to catch me!" The brunette happily wiggled against you, rubbing one of her legs against your shorts as her tremendous breasts sloshed from side to side and bounced against your bare chest, unhindered by her top.
You stammered back, surprised that she already knew your name, "U-uh, yeah, sure thing, miss..." And then, without thinking, you said the first joke that came into your head, "But it's a little early to be falling for me, don't you think?"
You immediately felt stupid as you watched a baffled look come over the girl's face, but then she started giggling uncontrollably, rolling her heaving breasts against you with every exhalation. Bosomy gave you an amused smile and teased, "My, aren't we confident?" You blushed a bit, but helped miss Dubois back to her feet as she rose to her full height. Standing straight, one of Bosomy's gigantic round tits was practically resting against your neck, but she hardly seemed to notice or care, as she patted down her skirt, careful to get all the dust off. You figured that would be the end of your introduction, but then Madame Bosomy braced a delicate hand on your shoulder and pouted, "Merde, I think my shoe is undone... help me balance while I fix it, s'il vous plait!"
Without waiting for you to respond, Madame Bosomy bent down, sticking her rear end in your general direction as she reached for her shoe. Before you could react, her skirt had ridden up, revealing her gigantic round ass cheeks, and one of her pale buttocks bounced into your lap as she used you to balance herself. You blushed and tried to angle your hips to the side so her plump ass wouldn't be pressing directly against your crotch, but she requested, "Put your hands around me so I don't fall, monseur?" and wiggled against you again, making you wince as her ass cheek jiggled against your groin. You hesitantly wrapped a hand around her narrow waist, keeping her steady, as she asked. You clenched your teeth and tried to look anywhere but at Madame Bosomy's swaying hips, as she obliviously waved her ass in front of you. You felt your wrestling tights growing even tighter, as a little dizzy spell overcame you for just a moment, but you did your best to suppress the feeling.
Finally, Madame Bosomy shot back to her feet, her creamy cleavage quivering in front in front of your face as she as she exclaimed sweetly, "Ah, merci! That is two favors I owe you now, petite ami!" You looked up to her smiling face and wondered what she meant by 'petite ami.' Wait, had she been so tall earlier? Her chest was practically head-height for you, now. It seems like she had grown several inches since her shoe fell off, or maybe that was just because she was wearing platform shoes? Or maybe you were smaller... oh damnit, it was Touko's serum taking effect again!
Your train of thought was broken as Touko blared impatiently over the speakers, "Fighters to THEIR corners, please!"
The brunette girl glanced around, briefly squashing one of her breasts into the side of your face, as she let out an embarrassed laugh, "Oh, this is not even my starting position! Best of luck, monseur Terrible!" Before you could get a reply out, she was strutting back to her side of the ring. You caught another glimpse of her jiggling ass as she flicked her skirt at you and patted a hand over her own enormous behind. Had she meant to do that for you? You couldn't tell.
You glanced down at yourself, and confirmed that you had in fact shrunk another few inches. Damnit! On the upside, your shorts still fit (the even seemed a bit tight at the front, thanks to Madame Bosomy...). And, you figured optimistically, compared to your opponent's clueless demeanor, you'd probably end up appearing far more competent and skilled than you could have ever hoped. As the bell to begin the match rang, you were feeling slightly more optimistic already!
How does the fight start off?
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May 31, 2023
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