The Pussy Cat is found by Wonder Bust
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 22
The Pussy Cat pulled out the gold necklace she had stolen, and spent the next few minutes ambling down a random hallway as she looked it over. She gave a satisfied sounding hum, nearly purring, “Hmm hmm hmmmm… good news Tommy, this thing’s real gold! It’ll look great in my collection, heehee…” Smiling down to where her chest was bouncing along and squashing you up against her body suit after every step, she quipped, “If only there was some way I could repay you for being such a good little distraction back there!” Felicity tucked the necklace away in a secret pocket as you tried to grumble, You could let me out, for starters! Either ignoring you or unable to hear you, Felicity decided, “How about I just turn you around to give you a change of scenery?”
To ‘reward’ you for your earlier assistance (and because she wanted to grope you a little more) Felicity reached down and poked you against the side of her boob, awkwardly rolling you around until you were left facing outwards. While Felicity’s breast wasn’t enveloping your face anymore, this was hardly an improvement; you were still sandwiched in place between the skintight latex and her overwhelming flesh. The moment Felicity caught sight of your new position, she burst out laughing; she could make out the details of your face and body, and best of all was the conspicuous bulge where your penis was now pressing against her bodysuit. Unable to help herself, Felicity playfully flicked one fingertip against your groin, “Hahahaaa! Is that for me, or for that busty girl back there?” You could only offer up an annoyed grunt as your cock was pushed back and forth by this gigantic girl, who apparently didn’t have anything better to do than torment you. Still giggling, Felicity teased, “Y’know, if I wasn’t trying to lay low right now, I’d go back and show her. I bet she’d have loved to see just how much you enjoyed her little boob slam earlier!” Felicity was ecstatic to see (and feel) that your boner was still going strong, no doubt thanks to her sexy costume. She was so distracted by fidgeting with you, that she rounded a corner and bumped into a taller girl in a leotard. “Oof- hey, watch it!”
The larger girl, a wrestler by the name of Wonder Bust, was unfazed by the collision and just raised her eyebrows in mild surprise as the Pussy Cat bounced off her enormous chest, “Felicity! There you are, I’ve been looking for you.” You couldn’t see her (you could only hear her softly commanding voice) but Wonder Bust was a particularly curvaceous girl, clad in a colorful leotard, with brown hair pulled back into a ponytail behind her cute face. Unlike Felicity’s attire, Wonder Bust’s blue and yellow costume had a gaping opening over her chest, which her gigantic round breasts were bursting out of, covered only by tiny nipple pasties. The two busty girls could have almost been polar opposites, with regards to how they chose to conceal (or reveal) their bodies.
Forgetting you for the time being, the Pussy Cat jokingly quipped back, “Well congratulations, you found me! What’s up?”
Wonder Bust rolled her eyes and explained, “A fan from the VIP lounge reported that her gold necklace got stolen not ten minutes ago. I was going to check on them and see if I could cheer them up, or maybe get some clues… I don’t suppose you were at the VIP lounge recently?”
Taking offense to the accusing tone in Wonder Bust’s voice (even if it was completely deserved), Felicity scoffed back, “And who put you in charge of the lost and found, miss goody two-boobs? If it will put your mind at ease, you’re more than welcome to give me a pat down!” Felicity raised her arms and stuck her chest out, confidently displaying herself for Wonder Bust to see.
Looking over Felicity’s curvy frontside, Wonder Bust’s attention gravitated towards an odd little bump on the side of one round breast. She wondered if Felicity had been stupid enough to stash obviously stolen jewelry right in her top (she had done so in the past, after all). Bending down for a closer look, Wonder Bust thought the shape didn’t look like a necklace, or any kind of jewelry for that matter… it almost seemed like a tiny man, outlined against Felicity’s huge boob by the form-fitting latex. To satisfy her curiosity, Wonder Bust reached out and ran one finger along the shape, softly pressing the little ‘man’ into Felicity’s jiggly skin. Wonder Bust didn’t notice the shape twitch slightly when her finger bumped against a hard bulge at the crotch area, but she definitely felt something firm against her fingertip; could that have been the stolen jewelry?
Felicity, who had been patiently waiting to be searched, glanced down just in time to see Wonder Bust inquisitively poking and rubbing a fingertip against your erection. Rather than point out what Wonder Bust was doing, she bit her lip and watched, finding the whole situation far too entertaining to interrupt. Plus, every minute that Wonder Bust was busy with you was a minute that she wasn’t being interrogated…
After a minute of rubbing your cock around in confusion, Wonder Bust asked, “What the hell is this? Did you steal a gold medallion shaped like a little… person??”
Felicity laughed back, “Pff, no! That’s just my little wrestler friend, Tommy.”
Wonder Bust’s finger came to a stop against the rock hard tip of your cock, “Y-you don’t mean… Tom the Terrible, the new guy hired by Miss Hizuki?” Taking another look, Wonder Bust realized the tiny noises you were emitting, as you struggled beneath Felicity’s suit. Trying to control her embarrassment after realizing she had literally been playing with your genitals for the last minute, Wonder Bust slowly brought her hand away from your blatant erection and tried to sound casual, “So how come he’s, uh, stuck in your suit like that?”
Felicity grinned at Wonder Bust blushing face, and answered simply, “Cuz I put him there of course!” Just to make her point, Felicity bounced her chest lightly, causing her chest to mash you against her suit again as it jiggled in front of Wonder Bust’s eyes.
Wonder Bust could only gawp as the tiny outline of a man was flattened against the other girl’s taut bodysuit, “Okayyy, um… why?”
How does Felicity respond?
To ‘reward’ you for your earlier assistance (and because she wanted to grope you a little more) Felicity reached down and poked you against the side of her boob, awkwardly rolling you around until you were left facing outwards. While Felicity’s breast wasn’t enveloping your face anymore, this was hardly an improvement; you were still sandwiched in place between the skintight latex and her overwhelming flesh. The moment Felicity caught sight of your new position, she burst out laughing; she could make out the details of your face and body, and best of all was the conspicuous bulge where your penis was now pressing against her bodysuit. Unable to help herself, Felicity playfully flicked one fingertip against your groin, “Hahahaaa! Is that for me, or for that busty girl back there?” You could only offer up an annoyed grunt as your cock was pushed back and forth by this gigantic girl, who apparently didn’t have anything better to do than torment you. Still giggling, Felicity teased, “Y’know, if I wasn’t trying to lay low right now, I’d go back and show her. I bet she’d have loved to see just how much you enjoyed her little boob slam earlier!” Felicity was ecstatic to see (and feel) that your boner was still going strong, no doubt thanks to her sexy costume. She was so distracted by fidgeting with you, that she rounded a corner and bumped into a taller girl in a leotard. “Oof- hey, watch it!”
The larger girl, a wrestler by the name of Wonder Bust, was unfazed by the collision and just raised her eyebrows in mild surprise as the Pussy Cat bounced off her enormous chest, “Felicity! There you are, I’ve been looking for you.” You couldn’t see her (you could only hear her softly commanding voice) but Wonder Bust was a particularly curvaceous girl, clad in a colorful leotard, with brown hair pulled back into a ponytail behind her cute face. Unlike Felicity’s attire, Wonder Bust’s blue and yellow costume had a gaping opening over her chest, which her gigantic round breasts were bursting out of, covered only by tiny nipple pasties. The two busty girls could have almost been polar opposites, with regards to how they chose to conceal (or reveal) their bodies.
Forgetting you for the time being, the Pussy Cat jokingly quipped back, “Well congratulations, you found me! What’s up?”
Wonder Bust rolled her eyes and explained, “A fan from the VIP lounge reported that her gold necklace got stolen not ten minutes ago. I was going to check on them and see if I could cheer them up, or maybe get some clues… I don’t suppose you were at the VIP lounge recently?”
Taking offense to the accusing tone in Wonder Bust’s voice (even if it was completely deserved), Felicity scoffed back, “And who put you in charge of the lost and found, miss goody two-boobs? If it will put your mind at ease, you’re more than welcome to give me a pat down!” Felicity raised her arms and stuck her chest out, confidently displaying herself for Wonder Bust to see.
Looking over Felicity’s curvy frontside, Wonder Bust’s attention gravitated towards an odd little bump on the side of one round breast. She wondered if Felicity had been stupid enough to stash obviously stolen jewelry right in her top (she had done so in the past, after all). Bending down for a closer look, Wonder Bust thought the shape didn’t look like a necklace, or any kind of jewelry for that matter… it almost seemed like a tiny man, outlined against Felicity’s huge boob by the form-fitting latex. To satisfy her curiosity, Wonder Bust reached out and ran one finger along the shape, softly pressing the little ‘man’ into Felicity’s jiggly skin. Wonder Bust didn’t notice the shape twitch slightly when her finger bumped against a hard bulge at the crotch area, but she definitely felt something firm against her fingertip; could that have been the stolen jewelry?
Felicity, who had been patiently waiting to be searched, glanced down just in time to see Wonder Bust inquisitively poking and rubbing a fingertip against your erection. Rather than point out what Wonder Bust was doing, she bit her lip and watched, finding the whole situation far too entertaining to interrupt. Plus, every minute that Wonder Bust was busy with you was a minute that she wasn’t being interrogated…
After a minute of rubbing your cock around in confusion, Wonder Bust asked, “What the hell is this? Did you steal a gold medallion shaped like a little… person??”
Felicity laughed back, “Pff, no! That’s just my little wrestler friend, Tommy.”
Wonder Bust’s finger came to a stop against the rock hard tip of your cock, “Y-you don’t mean… Tom the Terrible, the new guy hired by Miss Hizuki?” Taking another look, Wonder Bust realized the tiny noises you were emitting, as you struggled beneath Felicity’s suit. Trying to control her embarrassment after realizing she had literally been playing with your genitals for the last minute, Wonder Bust slowly brought her hand away from your blatant erection and tried to sound casual, “So how come he’s, uh, stuck in your suit like that?”
Felicity grinned at Wonder Bust blushing face, and answered simply, “Cuz I put him there of course!” Just to make her point, Felicity bounced her chest lightly, causing her chest to mash you against her suit again as it jiggled in front of Wonder Bust’s eyes.
Wonder Bust could only gawp as the tiny outline of a man was flattened against the other girl’s taut bodysuit, “Okayyy, um… why?”
How does Felicity respond?
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May 31, 2023
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