You beat Madame Bosomy, and win your first fight
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 19
When Milly didn't see you at first, she began walking around the ring, trying to figure out where you had gone. The audience erupted into laughter every time Madame Bosomy turned in a different direction, accidentally jostling her helpless opponents face against her bust. They could all see you, but Madame Bosomy could not, which the audience found hysterical. It was a real spectacle to watch her bumbling around the ring as she searched for you, inadvertently bouncing her unwieldy bosom across your face the entire time. You tried pulling your hands free from Milly's shoulder straps, but quickly gave up as you only smooshed your face further against her yielding flesh. You tried to get Milly's attention, but your feeble voice was drowned out as her colossal tits repeatedly rose and fell over your mouth. Each step she took caused her chest to squash down against your face, only to jiggle incessantly afterwards. Your lower body swung and dangled from your position, causing your legs or groin to occasionally bump into Milly's smooth stomach, but she didn't seem to notice. Milly paraded around the entire ring, unable to discern your whereabouts, as she called melodically, "Monsier Terrrrrrrriblllllle! Where have you gooooone?"
When you were nowhere to be found, Madame Bosomy stepped next to the ropes and leaned out towards some of her fans, "Where has my opponent gone to? Can you point him out for me?" As Milly bent forward, your body was caught on the ropes, and then flattened as the girl stupidly leaned forward, pressing your lower body into her stomach. You grunted as your still erect cock was pressed right against her soft belly button, but you couldn't turn or struggle without grinding your sensitive member against her more. Milly leaned forward, dropping more weight of her huge breasts onto your face, as the crowd laughed and shouted helpfully, "He's under you, Madame Bosomy!" Milly, unable (or pretending not) to hear them clearly, leaned forward more and put a hand to her ear, " Excusez-moi?" You nearly screamed as Milly's simple movement against you pulled your wrestling shorts down your legs, until your bare cock was dragged firmly across her stomach.
The audience, thoroughly entertained by Madame Bosomy's cluelessness, laughed and pointed again, though by now your head had nearly vanished as her tits engulfed your face from both sides. Milly wiggled her chest from side to side, swinging your poor face along beneath it, as she tried and failed to interpret the various shouts, "He is underwater? His underwear? Quelle?" Several of Madame Bosomy's fans finally, all at once, shouted, "HE'S UNDER THERE!" and gestured towards her massive rack.
After pouting in confusion for a moment, Madame Bosomy glanced down, and finally saw a sliver of your face peeking out from beneath her chest. Suddenly beaming with excitement at having discovered you, she exclaimed, "Sacrebleu! I was looking everywhere for you, mon petit ami!" Milly giggled at her little pet name for you, and cheerfully squirmed against the ropes, bouncing the tremendous weight of her breasts up and down against your face and grinding her stomach against your now aching cock several times. Apparently not realizing that you were practically tied against your will to her body, Milly snickered and said, without taking her weight off of your body, "Zat was very clever of you, hiding in my blind spot! It is a good thing my fans are so helpful, or I may never have found you!" Milly reached up and blew a big kiss out to her fangirls, causing her elbow to briefly jostle one of her tits over your face as she moved. You felt yourself shrinking another few inches as one of her nipples threatened to spill over the edge of her strained top, inches away from your eye.
Finally, Madame Bosomy hopped back from the ropes, dragging your body along with her bouncing chest. You groaned again as you felt your now oversized wrestling shorts hanging askew across your legs, before Milly's swaying motions caused them to shake right off. Your shorts fell to the floor, beneath Madame Bosomy as she backed away from the ropes, causing her to slip and send your shorts flying into the audience. Milly let out a genuinely surprised sounding gasp, as her feet shot out and she slammed down onto her back, causing your pathetically small, 2.5' body to land on top of her. Your face jiggled along with Milly's rebounding breasts for several seconds, as your naked body lay paralyzed on top of this much larger girl. Milly mumbled something in pure French that you could not understand, and rubbed her head as she lay on her back. The brief time that Milly was stunned was all it took for the referee count down and declare you victorious by pinning.
The crowd gasped, amazed at this turn of events, before erupting into cheers. Some of Milly's fans booed, but even they seemed impressed. You arched your back and peeled your face out of Milly's cleavage, as you struggled to break your hands free from the entanglements in Milly's outfit. You were even able to make some headway now that Milly wasn't constantly jiggling around on top of you. At least you did until Milly sat up, unknowingly squashing your face into her chest again as your bindings forced you to "hug" her chest. Your feet were able to touch the ground now that Milly was sitting upright, and you took the opportunity to quickly untangle your hands and get yourself freed from this overwhelming girl. Milly, finally regaining her senses from her slip, laughed as you finally peeled your face from her cleavage, "Zat was impressive, monsieur Terrible! I was positive the match would end with you, how do you say, pancaked."
As you stumbled backwards, trying to distance yourself from this girl who was now twice your height while catching your breath, you stumbled over one of Milly's long stocking-covered calves, and fell on your ass. Milly looked worried at first, before she glanced down and saw that you were naked. With a massive grin, the brunette girl exclaimed, "Ooh la la! Monsieur Terrible has lost his underwear, how unfortunate!" Milly leaned forward excitedly and brought her arms together, causing her creamy breasts to bulge out of her top as she giggled, "You had better get dressed, before someone like me decides to do some accidental groping of her own, heehee!" You felt your cock throb as you watched one of Milly's pink nipples poke out from behind her top, as her cleavage wobbled right in your face. You regretted your earlier joke, now that this girl's breasts were the size of boulders compared to you. You felt yourself shrink another inch, then and there, as Milly let out a gasp, as if only now noticing your diminished size. "Monsieur Terrible, you are so tiny!"
You looked around for anything to clothe yourself with and blurted, "Yeah, I know. That's... another occupational hazard, I guess."
Milly giggled at your joke, and retrieved a small, silk handkerchief from her skirt. She dangled it over you, smiling as you reached for it thankfully, and said, "Here, petit ami. To repay you for catching my fall before the match started." You quickly tied the handkerchief around your waist, turning it into a makeshift kilt/skirt. You stood up and frowned when you realized it didn't do much to hide your erection (there was a clear tent being pitched on your front), but it was better than nothing. Milly smiled and stood up, towering high above you. God, she looked so much bigger now that you barely came up to her hips... her huge, jiggling, creamy hips. You couldn't help but notice that, thanks to your reduced size, you had a very clear view under her skirt, and right to her panty-clad crotch. From below, her chest looked like two blimps sticking out from her chest, it was almost ridiculous. Even from down here you could still see one of her nipples just poking out over her top, but she seemed obliviously content. You couldn't believe you had managed to just barely win against her, despite ending up so small.
The referee woman hurried over and hoisted your hand into the air, declaring you the victor, as Madame Bosomy humbly accepted her defeat and waved to her fans while bouncing up and down. The crowd was cheering your name, as you awkwardly stood there, wearing your opponents handkerchief. Maybe this kind of crap happened here, and the audience was used to it? You didn't really know, or care. As long as you could get out of the stadium, you could get your antidote and regain your size. Finally.
You were just about to turn and leave to hurry to the locker rooms when Madame Bosomy knelt down, once again hanging her tremendous cleavage in front of you, and said, "Excellent fight, monsieur Terrible!"
You nodded, "Yeah, you too. Thanks for going easy on me."
Milly grinned, "My pleasure. Heehee, ze only thing hard about this match was you!" You were about to ask what she meant when Milly pulled you into a hug, squashing most of your torso into the length of her soft cleavage. You blushed as your cock was buried between Milly's breasts, as she gave you a big friendly squeeze and said, "Just return my kerchief whenever you get ze chance, s'il vous plait!" Milly gave her chest another quick shake against you, making you wince and almost feel dizzy again. You felt yourself drop another inch as Milly finally released you and stood up, heading for the exit. Had she meant to do that to you? Or was she just being friendly? And what was with Touko's serum, constantly making you shrink more? God damnit...
With the formalities out of the way, you staggered towards the locker rooms, eager to get some actual clothes on. You looked ridiculous in your little white kilt thing. Plus, you wanted the antidote that Touko had promised you. You were so exhausted that the walk out of the ring and to the locker rooms wasn't more than a blur.
You stumbled into the locker rooms and sighed, looking around for your locker.
When you were nowhere to be found, Madame Bosomy stepped next to the ropes and leaned out towards some of her fans, "Where has my opponent gone to? Can you point him out for me?" As Milly bent forward, your body was caught on the ropes, and then flattened as the girl stupidly leaned forward, pressing your lower body into her stomach. You grunted as your still erect cock was pressed right against her soft belly button, but you couldn't turn or struggle without grinding your sensitive member against her more. Milly leaned forward, dropping more weight of her huge breasts onto your face, as the crowd laughed and shouted helpfully, "He's under you, Madame Bosomy!" Milly, unable (or pretending not) to hear them clearly, leaned forward more and put a hand to her ear, " Excusez-moi?" You nearly screamed as Milly's simple movement against you pulled your wrestling shorts down your legs, until your bare cock was dragged firmly across her stomach.
The audience, thoroughly entertained by Madame Bosomy's cluelessness, laughed and pointed again, though by now your head had nearly vanished as her tits engulfed your face from both sides. Milly wiggled her chest from side to side, swinging your poor face along beneath it, as she tried and failed to interpret the various shouts, "He is underwater? His underwear? Quelle?" Several of Madame Bosomy's fans finally, all at once, shouted, "HE'S UNDER THERE!" and gestured towards her massive rack.
After pouting in confusion for a moment, Madame Bosomy glanced down, and finally saw a sliver of your face peeking out from beneath her chest. Suddenly beaming with excitement at having discovered you, she exclaimed, "Sacrebleu! I was looking everywhere for you, mon petit ami!" Milly giggled at her little pet name for you, and cheerfully squirmed against the ropes, bouncing the tremendous weight of her breasts up and down against your face and grinding her stomach against your now aching cock several times. Apparently not realizing that you were practically tied against your will to her body, Milly snickered and said, without taking her weight off of your body, "Zat was very clever of you, hiding in my blind spot! It is a good thing my fans are so helpful, or I may never have found you!" Milly reached up and blew a big kiss out to her fangirls, causing her elbow to briefly jostle one of her tits over your face as she moved. You felt yourself shrinking another few inches as one of her nipples threatened to spill over the edge of her strained top, inches away from your eye.
Finally, Madame Bosomy hopped back from the ropes, dragging your body along with her bouncing chest. You groaned again as you felt your now oversized wrestling shorts hanging askew across your legs, before Milly's swaying motions caused them to shake right off. Your shorts fell to the floor, beneath Madame Bosomy as she backed away from the ropes, causing her to slip and send your shorts flying into the audience. Milly let out a genuinely surprised sounding gasp, as her feet shot out and she slammed down onto her back, causing your pathetically small, 2.5' body to land on top of her. Your face jiggled along with Milly's rebounding breasts for several seconds, as your naked body lay paralyzed on top of this much larger girl. Milly mumbled something in pure French that you could not understand, and rubbed her head as she lay on her back. The brief time that Milly was stunned was all it took for the referee count down and declare you victorious by pinning.
The crowd gasped, amazed at this turn of events, before erupting into cheers. Some of Milly's fans booed, but even they seemed impressed. You arched your back and peeled your face out of Milly's cleavage, as you struggled to break your hands free from the entanglements in Milly's outfit. You were even able to make some headway now that Milly wasn't constantly jiggling around on top of you. At least you did until Milly sat up, unknowingly squashing your face into her chest again as your bindings forced you to "hug" her chest. Your feet were able to touch the ground now that Milly was sitting upright, and you took the opportunity to quickly untangle your hands and get yourself freed from this overwhelming girl. Milly, finally regaining her senses from her slip, laughed as you finally peeled your face from her cleavage, "Zat was impressive, monsieur Terrible! I was positive the match would end with you, how do you say, pancaked."
As you stumbled backwards, trying to distance yourself from this girl who was now twice your height while catching your breath, you stumbled over one of Milly's long stocking-covered calves, and fell on your ass. Milly looked worried at first, before she glanced down and saw that you were naked. With a massive grin, the brunette girl exclaimed, "Ooh la la! Monsieur Terrible has lost his underwear, how unfortunate!" Milly leaned forward excitedly and brought her arms together, causing her creamy breasts to bulge out of her top as she giggled, "You had better get dressed, before someone like me decides to do some accidental groping of her own, heehee!" You felt your cock throb as you watched one of Milly's pink nipples poke out from behind her top, as her cleavage wobbled right in your face. You regretted your earlier joke, now that this girl's breasts were the size of boulders compared to you. You felt yourself shrink another inch, then and there, as Milly let out a gasp, as if only now noticing your diminished size. "Monsieur Terrible, you are so tiny!"
You looked around for anything to clothe yourself with and blurted, "Yeah, I know. That's... another occupational hazard, I guess."
Milly giggled at your joke, and retrieved a small, silk handkerchief from her skirt. She dangled it over you, smiling as you reached for it thankfully, and said, "Here, petit ami. To repay you for catching my fall before the match started." You quickly tied the handkerchief around your waist, turning it into a makeshift kilt/skirt. You stood up and frowned when you realized it didn't do much to hide your erection (there was a clear tent being pitched on your front), but it was better than nothing. Milly smiled and stood up, towering high above you. God, she looked so much bigger now that you barely came up to her hips... her huge, jiggling, creamy hips. You couldn't help but notice that, thanks to your reduced size, you had a very clear view under her skirt, and right to her panty-clad crotch. From below, her chest looked like two blimps sticking out from her chest, it was almost ridiculous. Even from down here you could still see one of her nipples just poking out over her top, but she seemed obliviously content. You couldn't believe you had managed to just barely win against her, despite ending up so small.
The referee woman hurried over and hoisted your hand into the air, declaring you the victor, as Madame Bosomy humbly accepted her defeat and waved to her fans while bouncing up and down. The crowd was cheering your name, as you awkwardly stood there, wearing your opponents handkerchief. Maybe this kind of crap happened here, and the audience was used to it? You didn't really know, or care. As long as you could get out of the stadium, you could get your antidote and regain your size. Finally.
You were just about to turn and leave to hurry to the locker rooms when Madame Bosomy knelt down, once again hanging her tremendous cleavage in front of you, and said, "Excellent fight, monsieur Terrible!"
You nodded, "Yeah, you too. Thanks for going easy on me."
Milly grinned, "My pleasure. Heehee, ze only thing hard about this match was you!" You were about to ask what she meant when Milly pulled you into a hug, squashing most of your torso into the length of her soft cleavage. You blushed as your cock was buried between Milly's breasts, as she gave you a big friendly squeeze and said, "Just return my kerchief whenever you get ze chance, s'il vous plait!" Milly gave her chest another quick shake against you, making you wince and almost feel dizzy again. You felt yourself drop another inch as Milly finally released you and stood up, heading for the exit. Had she meant to do that to you? Or was she just being friendly? And what was with Touko's serum, constantly making you shrink more? God damnit...
With the formalities out of the way, you staggered towards the locker rooms, eager to get some actual clothes on. You looked ridiculous in your little white kilt thing. Plus, you wanted the antidote that Touko had promised you. You were so exhausted that the walk out of the ring and to the locker rooms wasn't more than a blur.
You stumbled into the locker rooms and sighed, looking around for your locker.
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May 31, 2023
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