Unbeknownst to you, Felicity didn’t actually have anything important to do. She just felt like getting out of her changing room for a bit to stretch her legs, and she wanted to take you along with her. Feeling quite pleased with how her day was going so far, Felicity whistled a little tune as she stepped out of her room, while making absolutely no effort to keep her enormous chest from jiggling against you along the way. Your already cramped and uncomfortable space became just a bit worse as Felicity energetically bounced her way down the halls, looking for something to entertain herself with. As Felicity glanced down at the rather obvious but tiny man-shaped bulge wobbling along with her breast, she briefly considered finding a nice quiet place to have some more fun with you, but then she decided there was no rush. You obviously weren’t going anywhere! And, if she was being honest, the thought of you slowly going mad with lust while plastered against her skin was just too funny to interrupt now.
After stepping through some staff only doors, Felicity entered a small and dimly lit VIP lounge, where guests who had paid extra could come to watch matches from a comfortable viewing area, drink at a bar, and meet wrestlers face to face. Touko really went all out when building this place, but Felicity mostly liked stopping by because the people here tended to be die-hard fans, which were always good for the ego. That, and they tended to have more valuable stuff to steal. And it looked pretty busy today; there were dozens of women drinking casually, chatting, or fawning over big framed paintings and pictures on the walls of very memorable events from the DWA’s history. Pussy Cat, quiet as ever, didn’t catch anyone’s attention as she entered, so she ambled in the shadows, scanning the room for a mark. Before long she saw a perfect target standing by the bar; a black haired girl wearing a gold necklace draped over a simply monstrous rack in a tight tube top. Felicity gave her breasts a small annoying bounce to get your attention and then whispered down to you, “It’s too bad you can’t see, Tommy, because there’s a girl with huuuuge tits over there. I’m sure you’d have loved the view.” Felicity heard you trying to retort something, but ignored you in favor of heading over to meet the girl, silencing you with her swaying chest.
Playing coy, Pussy Cat stepped next to the black haired girl and ordered a simple drink, loud enough for the girl to hear. The girl turned and, noticing the very voluptuous woman in the latex bodysuit, grinned, “Wait a minute, you’re the Pussy Cat, right? Felicity Lyons?”
Pretending to notice the girl for the first time, Felicity turned (making you dizzy as you swung around with her chest) and smiled back, “Why indeed I am. Are you a fan?”
The black haired girl turned to face Felicity, jostling her own ridiculously sized chest as she did so, and explained, “Big time! The name’s Angela! I was gonna wear my Pussy Cat shirt today but I couldn’t find it in time. Damn, it would have been awesome to get you to autograph it…” The girl pouted, seeming annoyed with herself.
Scooting closer, Felicity said, “Well I can’t sign your shirt, but maybe there’s something else I could autograph for you?” Felicity downed the drink she had been brought while sneaking a pen from a passerby’s purse, before giving the girl a wink.
Angela, impressed by Felicity’s dexterity, chuckled and agreed, “Haha, sure! I have juuust the spot, too…” Angela eagerly wiggled her top downwards, bulging more of her impressive cleavage up into the air. Speaking proudly, the girl said, “Sign anywhere you want!” and thrust her chest forwards.
As Felicity leaned forward to autograph her busty fan’s chest, she never took her eyes from the flashy gold necklance. She had just finished signing her name when she subtly inched one hand up towards the gold pendant, hoping to snatch it and leave before the girl noticed, when Angela blurted out, “Hey!” Felicity, thinking she had been caught, quickly retracted her hand. But the girl wasn’t mad, she was actually staring down at Felicity’s chest with a perplexed expression. Felicity followed her gaze, before realizing that Angela was looking at the bulge where you were still stuck. Angela, mouth hanging open, slowly asked with amazement, “No way, is that the new guy? What’s-his-name, uh, Tommy the Terrible?” Felicity frowned; the girl was too attentive, now. Felicity would have to distract her before she made another grab for the necklace… but she already knew just how she’d do that.
Puffing her chest out into the light to give Angela a better view of your predicament, Felicity joked, “Oh, thaaat’s where I left him after the match! I knew I forgot something in my suit. Silly me…” Forced to listen to the conversation above, you could only roll your eyes at Felicity’s stupid misdirection.
Apparently Angela bought Felicity’s phony act because she burst out laughing, “Hahahaa! And he’s been stuck like that ever since? Lucky me, I get to meet two wrestlers at once!”
Still eyeing the gold necklace, Felicity suggested, “Take a closer look, if you want. I’m not changing out of this suit any-time soon, so he’s not going anywhere…” Felicity’s casual tone made your blood boil; was she really just going to show you off like a trophy? Apparently so, because she didn’t even say anything when Angela lightly cupped her breast and squeezed, bulging the outline of your body against her latex clothing.
Angela couldn’t believe how tightly your little body was sandwiched up against the Pussy Cat’s huge tit, and she muttered, “Gosh, he’s so much smaller in person.” After a few seconds of watching you helplessly wobbling around, Angela commented, “… can’t he move or anything?”
Felicity, who had been edging closer to Angela while you were being played with, snorted, “Heh, not really. We could pretty much squish him between our tits and he wouldn’t be able to stop us.”
Standing up straight so fast that her breasts shook, Angela grinned, “Woah, for real?”
More than happy to sacrifice your wellbeing for her own personal gain, Felicity stuck her chest out invitingly and smiled back, “Sure, go ahead and try it.”
With a big grin, Angela took a step closer to Felicity, giving the thief a chance to sneak one arm around her slender shoulders. Angela turned away, hefting her enormous chest in that direction… and paused to listen. The two girls heard an angry sounding buzz from Felicity’s chest as you screamed, Are you kidding me Felicity!? Get me out of here! Felicity snickered, “Uh oh, sounds like Tommy isn’t too happy about this matchup!”
Angela snickered and gave her chest a tiny bounce, “If you ask me, it’s because he’s going to be fighting way outside his weight class!” The two giant girls giggled for a moment, as they watched you involuntarily quivering in the direct path that Angela’s monster boobs were going to take. Biting her lip in excitement, Angela reared back and then swung herself around. With a fleshy thump, Angela’s gigantic tits made contact and slammed you right into the self centered wrestler’s soft cushiony skin.
As Angela’s humongous mass of flesh bounced repeatedly against Felicity’s bosom, you could hear her laughing madly, “Haha, holy crap, you were right! He didn’t stand a chance!” While Angela was focused on your pathetic situation, Felicity happily unlocked and pocketed her gold necklace. Angela, still riding her high from earlier, bumped herself into Felicity a few times and chided, “That’ll teach you to go up against a girl a hundred times your size, Tommy the Terrible!” You could only grunt in frustration and annoyance as the obnoxious fan’s whimsical movements pressed your aching cock into Felicity’s silky smooth boob. Felicity felt your little erection being squeezed up against her, but only smirked to herself, seeing no need to stop Angela’s fun.
After a few more seconds of letting Angela pummel your tiny body against her chest, Felicity stepped back, leaving you gasping for air against her skin. “Well, it’s been fun Angela, but I must be going. There are always so many fans to meet, and such little time to meet them in.”
Angela, who had been having fun playing with you, sighed, “Aw, well it was soo great to meet you, Pussy Cat. You’re really a wrestler who knows how to please a fan, ha!”
Felicity gave the girl a smile and a wave, before disappearing into the small crowd of people by the bar. It wasn’t until later that the girl looked down at her autographed chest that she’d notice her missing necklace.
Having put some space between herself and Angela, Felicity started giggling to herself. “Hehee! Sheesh Tommy, you really make for a good distraction with the ladies, I’ll give you that!”
You grumbled back, Yeah right, all you did was let her SQUISH me while you STOLE from her! Felicity, barely able to understand you at all, snickered and put an extra bounce in her step, causing her breast to strain against her bodysuit. While you were squished against her, Felicity teased, “Oh well look at mister high-and-mighty over here, handing down lessons of morality from his ivory tower. We’re partners in crime, now, you know! And I’ll bet you wouldn’t be complaining about getting squished so much if you saw how cute that girl was.” Felicity snickered at her own joke as she sauntered away, searching for her next source of amusement.
Where does Felicity go?
After stepping through some staff only doors, Felicity entered a small and dimly lit VIP lounge, where guests who had paid extra could come to watch matches from a comfortable viewing area, drink at a bar, and meet wrestlers face to face. Touko really went all out when building this place, but Felicity mostly liked stopping by because the people here tended to be die-hard fans, which were always good for the ego. That, and they tended to have more valuable stuff to steal. And it looked pretty busy today; there were dozens of women drinking casually, chatting, or fawning over big framed paintings and pictures on the walls of very memorable events from the DWA’s history. Pussy Cat, quiet as ever, didn’t catch anyone’s attention as she entered, so she ambled in the shadows, scanning the room for a mark. Before long she saw a perfect target standing by the bar; a black haired girl wearing a gold necklace draped over a simply monstrous rack in a tight tube top. Felicity gave her breasts a small annoying bounce to get your attention and then whispered down to you, “It’s too bad you can’t see, Tommy, because there’s a girl with huuuuge tits over there. I’m sure you’d have loved the view.” Felicity heard you trying to retort something, but ignored you in favor of heading over to meet the girl, silencing you with her swaying chest.
Playing coy, Pussy Cat stepped next to the black haired girl and ordered a simple drink, loud enough for the girl to hear. The girl turned and, noticing the very voluptuous woman in the latex bodysuit, grinned, “Wait a minute, you’re the Pussy Cat, right? Felicity Lyons?”
Pretending to notice the girl for the first time, Felicity turned (making you dizzy as you swung around with her chest) and smiled back, “Why indeed I am. Are you a fan?”
The black haired girl turned to face Felicity, jostling her own ridiculously sized chest as she did so, and explained, “Big time! The name’s Angela! I was gonna wear my Pussy Cat shirt today but I couldn’t find it in time. Damn, it would have been awesome to get you to autograph it…” The girl pouted, seeming annoyed with herself.
Scooting closer, Felicity said, “Well I can’t sign your shirt, but maybe there’s something else I could autograph for you?” Felicity downed the drink she had been brought while sneaking a pen from a passerby’s purse, before giving the girl a wink.
Angela, impressed by Felicity’s dexterity, chuckled and agreed, “Haha, sure! I have juuust the spot, too…” Angela eagerly wiggled her top downwards, bulging more of her impressive cleavage up into the air. Speaking proudly, the girl said, “Sign anywhere you want!” and thrust her chest forwards.
As Felicity leaned forward to autograph her busty fan’s chest, she never took her eyes from the flashy gold necklance. She had just finished signing her name when she subtly inched one hand up towards the gold pendant, hoping to snatch it and leave before the girl noticed, when Angela blurted out, “Hey!” Felicity, thinking she had been caught, quickly retracted her hand. But the girl wasn’t mad, she was actually staring down at Felicity’s chest with a perplexed expression. Felicity followed her gaze, before realizing that Angela was looking at the bulge where you were still stuck. Angela, mouth hanging open, slowly asked with amazement, “No way, is that the new guy? What’s-his-name, uh, Tommy the Terrible?” Felicity frowned; the girl was too attentive, now. Felicity would have to distract her before she made another grab for the necklace… but she already knew just how she’d do that.
Puffing her chest out into the light to give Angela a better view of your predicament, Felicity joked, “Oh, thaaat’s where I left him after the match! I knew I forgot something in my suit. Silly me…” Forced to listen to the conversation above, you could only roll your eyes at Felicity’s stupid misdirection.
Apparently Angela bought Felicity’s phony act because she burst out laughing, “Hahahaa! And he’s been stuck like that ever since? Lucky me, I get to meet two wrestlers at once!”
Still eyeing the gold necklace, Felicity suggested, “Take a closer look, if you want. I’m not changing out of this suit any-time soon, so he’s not going anywhere…” Felicity’s casual tone made your blood boil; was she really just going to show you off like a trophy? Apparently so, because she didn’t even say anything when Angela lightly cupped her breast and squeezed, bulging the outline of your body against her latex clothing.
Angela couldn’t believe how tightly your little body was sandwiched up against the Pussy Cat’s huge tit, and she muttered, “Gosh, he’s so much smaller in person.” After a few seconds of watching you helplessly wobbling around, Angela commented, “… can’t he move or anything?”
Felicity, who had been edging closer to Angela while you were being played with, snorted, “Heh, not really. We could pretty much squish him between our tits and he wouldn’t be able to stop us.”
Standing up straight so fast that her breasts shook, Angela grinned, “Woah, for real?”
More than happy to sacrifice your wellbeing for her own personal gain, Felicity stuck her chest out invitingly and smiled back, “Sure, go ahead and try it.”
With a big grin, Angela took a step closer to Felicity, giving the thief a chance to sneak one arm around her slender shoulders. Angela turned away, hefting her enormous chest in that direction… and paused to listen. The two girls heard an angry sounding buzz from Felicity’s chest as you screamed, Are you kidding me Felicity!? Get me out of here! Felicity snickered, “Uh oh, sounds like Tommy isn’t too happy about this matchup!”
Angela snickered and gave her chest a tiny bounce, “If you ask me, it’s because he’s going to be fighting way outside his weight class!” The two giant girls giggled for a moment, as they watched you involuntarily quivering in the direct path that Angela’s monster boobs were going to take. Biting her lip in excitement, Angela reared back and then swung herself around. With a fleshy thump, Angela’s gigantic tits made contact and slammed you right into the self centered wrestler’s soft cushiony skin.
As Angela’s humongous mass of flesh bounced repeatedly against Felicity’s bosom, you could hear her laughing madly, “Haha, holy crap, you were right! He didn’t stand a chance!” While Angela was focused on your pathetic situation, Felicity happily unlocked and pocketed her gold necklace. Angela, still riding her high from earlier, bumped herself into Felicity a few times and chided, “That’ll teach you to go up against a girl a hundred times your size, Tommy the Terrible!” You could only grunt in frustration and annoyance as the obnoxious fan’s whimsical movements pressed your aching cock into Felicity’s silky smooth boob. Felicity felt your little erection being squeezed up against her, but only smirked to herself, seeing no need to stop Angela’s fun.
After a few more seconds of letting Angela pummel your tiny body against her chest, Felicity stepped back, leaving you gasping for air against her skin. “Well, it’s been fun Angela, but I must be going. There are always so many fans to meet, and such little time to meet them in.”
Angela, who had been having fun playing with you, sighed, “Aw, well it was soo great to meet you, Pussy Cat. You’re really a wrestler who knows how to please a fan, ha!”
Felicity gave the girl a smile and a wave, before disappearing into the small crowd of people by the bar. It wasn’t until later that the girl looked down at her autographed chest that she’d notice her missing necklace.
Having put some space between herself and Angela, Felicity started giggling to herself. “Hehee! Sheesh Tommy, you really make for a good distraction with the ladies, I’ll give you that!”
You grumbled back, Yeah right, all you did was let her SQUISH me while you STOLE from her! Felicity, barely able to understand you at all, snickered and put an extra bounce in her step, causing her breast to strain against her bodysuit. While you were squished against her, Felicity teased, “Oh well look at mister high-and-mighty over here, handing down lessons of morality from his ivory tower. We’re partners in crime, now, you know! And I’ll bet you wouldn’t be complaining about getting squished so much if you saw how cute that girl was.” Felicity snickered at her own joke as she sauntered away, searching for her next source of amusement.
Where does Felicity go?
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May 31, 2023
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