Leaving the cheers of her adoring fans behind her, Felicity walks through the double doors with her newest prize (as well as a few other trinkets she swiped in the crowd) still securely stashed away inside her ultra-tight catsuit and plastered against her titanic tits. Still reeling from your humiliating, one-sided loss, you can only manage to give a weak groan against Felicity as you slowly come to, the pleasant sensation of your muffled voice vibrating against her body making her chuckle in satisfaction.
You want to tell yourself that things could’ve gone better, but, considering how stacked the odds were against you, that’s extremely debatable. It especially didn’t help that Felicity quickly figured out that your shrinking gets accelerated by your arousal, something Touko conveniently neglected to tell you before throwing you to the wolves (or cat, in this case). And how could you not get turned on by a curvy catburglar in a fullbody latex suit getting frisky with you? Face it: thanks to your crappy new boss and your male urges, you were doomed from the start. Even now it’s nearly impossible for you not to think about the soft, warm sensation of Felicity’s giant breasts pressed against your tiny naked body, her tight suit forcing you to feel every bounce and sway they make as she walks down the hall with you. Just how much longer is she gonna keep you in here anyways? You could wind up shrinking even more any second now.
You feel Felicity’s pace gradually quicken as she makes a beeline to her dressing room. She doesn’t want anyone or anything to interrupt her before she gets a chance to personally enjoy the loot from her most unique onscreen heist yet. She’s stolen a lot of things in her career: clothes, jewelry, Touko’s credit card, etc. But she’s never stolen a wrestler before. The fact that there’s a living, tiny person helplessly stashed away in her suit excites Felicity immensely. She’s always gotten a kick out of stealing rare, one-of-a-kind objects, but this is on a new level for her, and it’s almost intoxicating. As she walks, Felicity cups her breasts with both hands and toys with you by gently bouncing them, relishing the feeling of you squirming against them. Oh, she’s gonna have fun with you, she thinks to herself.
Eventually, Felicity reaches her dressing room, which is decorated with all of the ill-gotten gains and trophies she’s snatched over the course of her career. After closing the door behind her, Felicity partially unzips the front of her suit, once again revealing generous swaths of her pale, creamy flesh as her huge breasts bulge out of their tight confines. As her breasts spill free from the suit, you finally feel a relief in pressure, but you’re still left plastered to her cleavage. The Pussy Cat finally alone with her newest toy, she gets down on her hands and knees before peeling you from her breasts and dropping you on the ground in front of her. “Enjoy the ride, little man,” she asks as she props herself up on her elbows and coyly rests her head on her hands, letting her deep, deep cleavage rest below.
After taking a moment to snap out of your dizzy spell, you look up to see Felicity staring back at you with an unsettling, almost predatory gaze. You also can’t help but notice her pale, mountain-size breasts resting in front of you. “It was...something,” you answer, still a little winded. To your frustration, you notice that you’ve shrunk a little more since Felicity stuffed you into her suit. By your guess, you’re about six inches tall now. “Now why’d you wait until we got to your dressing room to let me go? You already made your point in the ring, which was humiliating enough. You could’ve let me out a little sooner, you know.”
“Aw, don’t tell me I hurt the little man’s big, big, pride, did I,” Felicity asks with a chuckle, making her breasts jiggle and shift in a way that catches your eye. As you ogle her, Felicity notices your erection is still going strong and says, “Seems to me like he enjoyed himself, despite what he says.” She gently squeezes her breasts between her arms, making their soft flesh bulge out towards you a little more. “Things didn’t get too stimulating for you, hm?”
You blush and try your best to hide your erection after Felicity’s comment. You were hoping that, now that the match was over, Felicity would finally drop character and let you level with her, maybe even help you with your shrinking problem, but she apparently has the same sultry persona outside the ring too, which you don’t really know how to respond to. In other words: this cat’s got your tongue. “I...w-welll...L-look, as you can see, I’ve got things to deal with,” you stammer out while gesturing towards your body, noting your severe lack of size at the moment. “So I’ll just leave you to things and be on my way.” You try to walk around Felicity and make your way to the door, but she quickly blocks your way with a hand.
“Nu-uh. I don’t think so, tiny. Like I said in the ring, you’re the newest tropy of the Pussy Cat, which means I get to do whatever I want with you,” she says as her Cheshire grin returns.
You balk. “Wait, you were serious about that!?”
“I never joke about my latest and greatest scores, hun. And nabbing the new guy to be my new kitty toy is a stroke of utter purrrfection, if I do say so myself,” she says with a titter.
You’d call Felicity out on her corny pun if you weren’t so unsettled by her calling you her new toy. She strikes you as the kind of woman that’s used to having her way, but, if you hope to get out of this and eventually win your size back, you can’t let that happen now .“W-what the hell, Felicity!? What makes you think you can just steal me, or any of this stuff in your room, and get away with it?”
“Because I’m a superstar, sweetie,” Felicity retorts, emitting an elegant haughtiness reminiscent of a spoiled cat. “I can do whatever I want because I’ve got the fans eating out of the palm of my finely manicured hands. And besides…” Felicity turns and casually lies on her side, showing off her reclining, curvaceous body to you as she gestures with her hand. “Who in their right mind would deny a woman like me anything her heart desires?”
She might be a crazy cat lady but damn if she isn’t gorgeous, you think to yourself. Still you can’t let her keep you like this; you’re a human being, not a trophy. “Y-you can’t do this. I’m a wrestler here too. Someone will find me,” you say, trying to stand firm. You want to convince Felicity that you shouldn’t be trifled with, but, at your current size, it’s nearly impossible to back that up.
“Hmm, maybe eventually,” Felicity says after pondering your words for a brief moment.”But I know how to keep my stolen stash well hidden, which I’m sure will give me plenty of time to have my fun with you,” she adds with a predatory grin.
You give a nervous gulp. “And just what sort of ‘fun’ did you have in mind?”
“How about a good old-fashioned game of cat and mouse? You try and run away, and I’ll try to catch you.”
“And just what do you plan to do if you catch me?” Already fearing the worst, you instinctively start backing away from Felicity, though you hardly manage to get anywhere before she makes her move.
Felicity coyly muses aloud as she watches you nervously backpedal. “Hmm, I wonder. Maybe…” Felicity trails off as lifts herself up a little and turns around, swinging her giant, latex-covered ass into view. As you hear her tight suit audibly stretch and groan from the strain of containing her curvaceous body, your jaw drops at the sight of Felicity’s gargantuan rear hovering above you. The overwhelming sight distracts you for a moment, allowing Felicity to smile and finish her thought. “Something. Like. This.” Quickly closing the meager gap you made between you two, Felicity plops her ass down on you before you can make any sudden moves.You groan as you’re instantly flattened by the devastating weight and pressure of Felicity’s bodacious booty, the stretchy material she wears doing nothing to hide the warmth and feminine scent radiating from it. Felicity feels another rush of erotic power as she feels your tiny, naked body helplessly squirm beneath her and capitalizes on it by gently grinding her hips on the floor, smearing her rubbery ass against you. She could stay like this for the rest of the day, forcing you to feel and bear every sensual inch of her, and there’d be nothing you could do about it….but where would the fun in that be? A predator has to hunt her prey, after all.
After a few long moments, Felicity finally lifts her ass of you, letting it hover above you again as you gasp for air. “But I’m nothing if not sporting,” she says, believing her time toying with you will be all the sweeter after prowling for you first. “So I’ll give you a small head start, tiny. I suggest you use it...that is, unless you enjoy getting pulverized by the Pussy Cat,” she adds. With an amorous purr, Felicity teasingly sways her gargantuan ass above you while seductively smirking at you from over her shoulder. Brandishing a provocative look that can steal any man’s heart and abundant assets that can easily take your breath away, Felicity is not someone you should stick around with, not if you value your size and health. You’ve got to escape her, and quick. You get up and run as fast as your little legs can take you, desperately hoping to find a place to hide, or, better yet, a way to escape.
What next?
You want to tell yourself that things could’ve gone better, but, considering how stacked the odds were against you, that’s extremely debatable. It especially didn’t help that Felicity quickly figured out that your shrinking gets accelerated by your arousal, something Touko conveniently neglected to tell you before throwing you to the wolves (or cat, in this case). And how could you not get turned on by a curvy catburglar in a fullbody latex suit getting frisky with you? Face it: thanks to your crappy new boss and your male urges, you were doomed from the start. Even now it’s nearly impossible for you not to think about the soft, warm sensation of Felicity’s giant breasts pressed against your tiny naked body, her tight suit forcing you to feel every bounce and sway they make as she walks down the hall with you. Just how much longer is she gonna keep you in here anyways? You could wind up shrinking even more any second now.
You feel Felicity’s pace gradually quicken as she makes a beeline to her dressing room. She doesn’t want anyone or anything to interrupt her before she gets a chance to personally enjoy the loot from her most unique onscreen heist yet. She’s stolen a lot of things in her career: clothes, jewelry, Touko’s credit card, etc. But she’s never stolen a wrestler before. The fact that there’s a living, tiny person helplessly stashed away in her suit excites Felicity immensely. She’s always gotten a kick out of stealing rare, one-of-a-kind objects, but this is on a new level for her, and it’s almost intoxicating. As she walks, Felicity cups her breasts with both hands and toys with you by gently bouncing them, relishing the feeling of you squirming against them. Oh, she’s gonna have fun with you, she thinks to herself.
Eventually, Felicity reaches her dressing room, which is decorated with all of the ill-gotten gains and trophies she’s snatched over the course of her career. After closing the door behind her, Felicity partially unzips the front of her suit, once again revealing generous swaths of her pale, creamy flesh as her huge breasts bulge out of their tight confines. As her breasts spill free from the suit, you finally feel a relief in pressure, but you’re still left plastered to her cleavage. The Pussy Cat finally alone with her newest toy, she gets down on her hands and knees before peeling you from her breasts and dropping you on the ground in front of her. “Enjoy the ride, little man,” she asks as she props herself up on her elbows and coyly rests her head on her hands, letting her deep, deep cleavage rest below.
After taking a moment to snap out of your dizzy spell, you look up to see Felicity staring back at you with an unsettling, almost predatory gaze. You also can’t help but notice her pale, mountain-size breasts resting in front of you. “It was...something,” you answer, still a little winded. To your frustration, you notice that you’ve shrunk a little more since Felicity stuffed you into her suit. By your guess, you’re about six inches tall now. “Now why’d you wait until we got to your dressing room to let me go? You already made your point in the ring, which was humiliating enough. You could’ve let me out a little sooner, you know.”
“Aw, don’t tell me I hurt the little man’s big, big, pride, did I,” Felicity asks with a chuckle, making her breasts jiggle and shift in a way that catches your eye. As you ogle her, Felicity notices your erection is still going strong and says, “Seems to me like he enjoyed himself, despite what he says.” She gently squeezes her breasts between her arms, making their soft flesh bulge out towards you a little more. “Things didn’t get too stimulating for you, hm?”
You blush and try your best to hide your erection after Felicity’s comment. You were hoping that, now that the match was over, Felicity would finally drop character and let you level with her, maybe even help you with your shrinking problem, but she apparently has the same sultry persona outside the ring too, which you don’t really know how to respond to. In other words: this cat’s got your tongue. “I...w-welll...L-look, as you can see, I’ve got things to deal with,” you stammer out while gesturing towards your body, noting your severe lack of size at the moment. “So I’ll just leave you to things and be on my way.” You try to walk around Felicity and make your way to the door, but she quickly blocks your way with a hand.
“Nu-uh. I don’t think so, tiny. Like I said in the ring, you’re the newest tropy of the Pussy Cat, which means I get to do whatever I want with you,” she says as her Cheshire grin returns.
You balk. “Wait, you were serious about that!?”
“I never joke about my latest and greatest scores, hun. And nabbing the new guy to be my new kitty toy is a stroke of utter purrrfection, if I do say so myself,” she says with a titter.
You’d call Felicity out on her corny pun if you weren’t so unsettled by her calling you her new toy. She strikes you as the kind of woman that’s used to having her way, but, if you hope to get out of this and eventually win your size back, you can’t let that happen now .“W-what the hell, Felicity!? What makes you think you can just steal me, or any of this stuff in your room, and get away with it?”
“Because I’m a superstar, sweetie,” Felicity retorts, emitting an elegant haughtiness reminiscent of a spoiled cat. “I can do whatever I want because I’ve got the fans eating out of the palm of my finely manicured hands. And besides…” Felicity turns and casually lies on her side, showing off her reclining, curvaceous body to you as she gestures with her hand. “Who in their right mind would deny a woman like me anything her heart desires?”
She might be a crazy cat lady but damn if she isn’t gorgeous, you think to yourself. Still you can’t let her keep you like this; you’re a human being, not a trophy. “Y-you can’t do this. I’m a wrestler here too. Someone will find me,” you say, trying to stand firm. You want to convince Felicity that you shouldn’t be trifled with, but, at your current size, it’s nearly impossible to back that up.
“Hmm, maybe eventually,” Felicity says after pondering your words for a brief moment.”But I know how to keep my stolen stash well hidden, which I’m sure will give me plenty of time to have my fun with you,” she adds with a predatory grin.
You give a nervous gulp. “And just what sort of ‘fun’ did you have in mind?”
“How about a good old-fashioned game of cat and mouse? You try and run away, and I’ll try to catch you.”
“And just what do you plan to do if you catch me?” Already fearing the worst, you instinctively start backing away from Felicity, though you hardly manage to get anywhere before she makes her move.
Felicity coyly muses aloud as she watches you nervously backpedal. “Hmm, I wonder. Maybe…” Felicity trails off as lifts herself up a little and turns around, swinging her giant, latex-covered ass into view. As you hear her tight suit audibly stretch and groan from the strain of containing her curvaceous body, your jaw drops at the sight of Felicity’s gargantuan rear hovering above you. The overwhelming sight distracts you for a moment, allowing Felicity to smile and finish her thought. “Something. Like. This.” Quickly closing the meager gap you made between you two, Felicity plops her ass down on you before you can make any sudden moves.You groan as you’re instantly flattened by the devastating weight and pressure of Felicity’s bodacious booty, the stretchy material she wears doing nothing to hide the warmth and feminine scent radiating from it. Felicity feels another rush of erotic power as she feels your tiny, naked body helplessly squirm beneath her and capitalizes on it by gently grinding her hips on the floor, smearing her rubbery ass against you. She could stay like this for the rest of the day, forcing you to feel and bear every sensual inch of her, and there’d be nothing you could do about it….but where would the fun in that be? A predator has to hunt her prey, after all.
After a few long moments, Felicity finally lifts her ass of you, letting it hover above you again as you gasp for air. “But I’m nothing if not sporting,” she says, believing her time toying with you will be all the sweeter after prowling for you first. “So I’ll give you a small head start, tiny. I suggest you use it...that is, unless you enjoy getting pulverized by the Pussy Cat,” she adds. With an amorous purr, Felicity teasingly sways her gargantuan ass above you while seductively smirking at you from over her shoulder. Brandishing a provocative look that can steal any man’s heart and abundant assets that can easily take your breath away, Felicity is not someone you should stick around with, not if you value your size and health. You’ve got to escape her, and quick. You get up and run as fast as your little legs can take you, desperately hoping to find a place to hide, or, better yet, a way to escape.
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May 31, 2023
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