Mia's measurements (waist)
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 30
Mia head reached over your head for one of the few intact and neatly folded outfits lying on Zoe’s desk, when you heard Zoe exclaim, “Uh-uh, no way! I’m not letting you rip those ones too!” Zoe slapped the larger girl’s hands away and protectively stuffed the clothes into an out-of-sight drawer, only for Mia to give a loud sigh as she walked around behind you again.
Exaggerating her displeasure, Mia let out a melodramatic sigh and draped her long arms over your shoulders while leaning her heaving breasts against the top of your head, “Per favoooore, bella? I only want to try them on because they all look sooo beautiful on me!” Zoe crossed her arms beneath her hefty chest and cocked her hips, raising one eyebrow in a clear yeah, and? gesture. You struggled to keep from blushing (or from crumpling to the floor) as Mia’s warm but heavy flesh wobbled against you from behind while she insisted, “You have my word that I won’t bend over and rip them like I did last time…” Mia casually ran her fingertips from your chest up to your neck, delicately massaging you as she joked, “even if this little cuccioli begs me to!”
Zoe rolled her eyes as the larger girl flirtatiously squeezed your shoulders: obviously Mia wasn’t going to take this seriously as long as she was distracted with her boy toy, and Zoe was in no mood for the buxom Italian’s antics. Fortunately for her, Zoe had a plan to distract Mia and save all the hard work she’d put into those outfits. “Alright Mia, fine. But the outfits aren’t done anyway, I need a few final measurements, because whatever you told me before was obviously too small.”
At the mention of more delays Mia suddenly tensed, reflexively pulling you closer until you were pressed against her her smooth stomach, “Ay Zoeee, I can’t wait that long! I can’t-“
Zoe impatiently cut the massive girl off, “Ohmygod, chill! All I need are accurate measurements of your bust, waist, and hips so you’ll stop friggin’ exploding out of everything I make. That means either you need to pay a LOT better attention when you measure yourself, or…” Zoe caught the puppy-dog look on Mia’s face and rolled her eyes, “Or, your little boy toy can help you. Capeesh?”
Upon hearing that you would be coming to her aid, Mia gave a delighted squeal and lunged forward, bulldozing you along with her. Zoe didn’t scramble away fast enough and was immediately caught in a massive bear hug by the towering Italian girl, who excitedly lifted both of you in the air. You let out a choked gasp as your face was stuffed into Zoe’s soft round chest and Mia practically screamed, “Eeee! Capisce, capisce, molte grazie!” Zoe weakly fumbled to keep her own face out of Mia’s deep cleavage, and wriggled against you with little effect other than occasionally bumping her well-toned thighs into your crotch.Overcome with excitement, Mia continued squeezing the both of you against herself, somehow unaware of her smothering embrace even as you and Zoe both offered muffled noises of irritation.
When Mia was finally done she put the two of you down, allowing Zoe to haughtily adjust her shirt and smooth the face-shaped wrinkles you had left in it, while you gasped for breath and stumbled out from between the two girls. After recomposing herself, Zoe gave a thin smile, “Well, that dance class isn’t going to attend itself… Do make sure to get me some thorough measurements, so I don’t have to re-stitch any more costumes, kay Tommy?” Zoe dropped a simple tailor’s roll of soft measuring tape in your hands and headed for the door, eager to escape this situation. The last thing you heard was an almost apologetic, “Good luck!” snickered under Zoe’s breath.
Mia cheered after her friend, “Have fun dancing, my beautiful bella!” A smirk graced Zoe’s lips, breaking her haughty expression only for a moment before she left you and Mia alone with a slam of the door.
With Zoe gone, you turned back and startled when you nearly ran into Mia’s pale, smooth stomach: she had stepped closer and was now looming uncomfortably close to you. You also couldn’t help but notice that she was eagerly fidgeting in place, swaying each enormous boob right above your head as she waited for you, “This will be so much fun! Come on my helpful little bambolo, let’s start with my waist, that’ll be easiest!” Leaving you staring up at her, Mia twirled around and held her arms out, presenting her backside to you. However, it took you several seconds of staring and gawping to get over the fact that you could see her gigantic breasts even from behind. Mia must have noticed you hesitating because she wiggled impatiently in place, “Well? You aren’t going to make me do it on my own are you?”
You hated yourself for being so easily swayed, but Mia’s voice was too damn soft and pleading (plus she was so darn nice…). “No, course not! This’ll be quick.” You stepped closer to the gigantic Italian girl, carefully raising a spool of measuring tape up to her bare back. The first obstacle you came across was when you realized Mia’s enormous ass was in your way: to avoid pressing right up against her mostly bare and jutting backside, you had to awkwardly lean over and reach for her exposed waistline. As you tried not to think about how femininely soft and toned Mia’s midriff was, you found yourself struggling to concentrate. You glanced up and saw that Mia was watching you curiously over one shoulder, though if she noticed your nervousness she didn’t comment. Instead, as you slid an arm around her waist to loop the measuring tape around, she let out a quietly satisfied murmur and started slowly rocking her hips, gently bumping your arms as she went.
You suspected Mia was enjoying your proximity even more than she had originally let on. Not that you would have minded, of course, except that you could feel your cheeks flushing, and she kept knocking the measuring tape around. You tried to politely ask, “Mia, could you-” but you were interrupted as one of her long flexing legs came back and brushed firmly against your crotch, almost knocking you off balance and sending dangerous tingles up your spine.
You caught your shaky breath but Mia only looked back with genuine innocence, “What’s that, my little tailor? Did you finish?” Obviously keen to start with the next measurement, Mia wiggled again and brushed one plump ass cheek across your stomach, though she hardly seemed to notice as you inhaled sharply.
Trying to ignore the giantess’ playful movements, you insisted, “Not with you moving around so much! Stand still for just one second, would you?” You hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, but the last thing you needed was to get distracted and shrink again just because this girl couldn’t focus. It really didn’t help that Mia’s humongous, barely clothed ass was still jiggling right in front of you...
Mia didn’t seem at all bothered by your outburst, and finally stopped squirming as she dutifully looked straight ahead, “Scuza! I just appreciated your manly touch is all, but I can be still.” You were glad Mia had looked away, or she’d have seen you blushing at her casually flirty comment.
You took a deep breath and hurriedly checked the measuring tape while Mia remained still, “There, got it. Thirty four inches for your waist, Mia!” You couldn’t help but think about how comparatively small that was for a girl of her ridiculous size.
As if standing still had forced her to bottle up her energy, Mia cheered and spun to face you, nearly knocking you over with her wide hips, “A-ha, one down two to go!” Mia came to an abrupt stop that left her gigantic chest wobbling tantalizingly overhead, before shooting you an eager smile, “Why don’t you measure my bust next? That will be the most important one for Zoe, I’m sure.”
Gawping up past her smooth stomach to the underside of her chest (since that’s all you could really see), you quietly wondered how you were supposed to measure Mia’s ludicrously oversized breasts from all the way down here. Even if you stood on your tip-toes you’d be working with your hands above your head. You could only offer a resigned, “Uh, I don’t think I can.”
Mia’s smile faltered, “Che cosa? Can’t you reach?” She gave a curious shake, keeping her chest in constant attention-grabbing motion as she tried to imagine what the problem was.
“You’re... really big.”
Mia palmed her still quivering breasts and hefted them, as if appreciating their impressive size for the first time, “I guess I am, aren’t I?” You could only attempt not to stare in dumbstruck awe as Mia thoughtfully and delicately squeezed each breast between her fingertips, waggling two circular bumps where her nipples had begun to press against her outfit in your direction. Mia, thinking of how unfortunate it would be if she couldn’t wear her cute new outfits, sounded slightly worried, “You don’t think I’m too big to measure, do you my little bambino?” You gulped as Mia emphasized a few words by gently pushing her breasts together above you, still looking to you for reassurance.
The only thing that brought you out of your trance was the tingling sensation reminding you that you were about to shrink if you weren’t careful. You cleared your throat and blinked a few times, “Ahem n-no, I meant you’re just too tall.”
Mia’s enthusiasm immediately returned, “Ohh, I see!” She gave her breasts one last tiny squeeze before letting her fingers fall away, leaving her bosom wobbling overhead as she tried to think of a solution.
Exaggerating her displeasure, Mia let out a melodramatic sigh and draped her long arms over your shoulders while leaning her heaving breasts against the top of your head, “Per favoooore, bella? I only want to try them on because they all look sooo beautiful on me!” Zoe crossed her arms beneath her hefty chest and cocked her hips, raising one eyebrow in a clear yeah, and? gesture. You struggled to keep from blushing (or from crumpling to the floor) as Mia’s warm but heavy flesh wobbled against you from behind while she insisted, “You have my word that I won’t bend over and rip them like I did last time…” Mia casually ran her fingertips from your chest up to your neck, delicately massaging you as she joked, “even if this little cuccioli begs me to!”
Zoe rolled her eyes as the larger girl flirtatiously squeezed your shoulders: obviously Mia wasn’t going to take this seriously as long as she was distracted with her boy toy, and Zoe was in no mood for the buxom Italian’s antics. Fortunately for her, Zoe had a plan to distract Mia and save all the hard work she’d put into those outfits. “Alright Mia, fine. But the outfits aren’t done anyway, I need a few final measurements, because whatever you told me before was obviously too small.”
At the mention of more delays Mia suddenly tensed, reflexively pulling you closer until you were pressed against her her smooth stomach, “Ay Zoeee, I can’t wait that long! I can’t-“
Zoe impatiently cut the massive girl off, “Ohmygod, chill! All I need are accurate measurements of your bust, waist, and hips so you’ll stop friggin’ exploding out of everything I make. That means either you need to pay a LOT better attention when you measure yourself, or…” Zoe caught the puppy-dog look on Mia’s face and rolled her eyes, “Or, your little boy toy can help you. Capeesh?”
Upon hearing that you would be coming to her aid, Mia gave a delighted squeal and lunged forward, bulldozing you along with her. Zoe didn’t scramble away fast enough and was immediately caught in a massive bear hug by the towering Italian girl, who excitedly lifted both of you in the air. You let out a choked gasp as your face was stuffed into Zoe’s soft round chest and Mia practically screamed, “Eeee! Capisce, capisce, molte grazie!” Zoe weakly fumbled to keep her own face out of Mia’s deep cleavage, and wriggled against you with little effect other than occasionally bumping her well-toned thighs into your crotch.Overcome with excitement, Mia continued squeezing the both of you against herself, somehow unaware of her smothering embrace even as you and Zoe both offered muffled noises of irritation.
When Mia was finally done she put the two of you down, allowing Zoe to haughtily adjust her shirt and smooth the face-shaped wrinkles you had left in it, while you gasped for breath and stumbled out from between the two girls. After recomposing herself, Zoe gave a thin smile, “Well, that dance class isn’t going to attend itself… Do make sure to get me some thorough measurements, so I don’t have to re-stitch any more costumes, kay Tommy?” Zoe dropped a simple tailor’s roll of soft measuring tape in your hands and headed for the door, eager to escape this situation. The last thing you heard was an almost apologetic, “Good luck!” snickered under Zoe’s breath.
Mia cheered after her friend, “Have fun dancing, my beautiful bella!” A smirk graced Zoe’s lips, breaking her haughty expression only for a moment before she left you and Mia alone with a slam of the door.
With Zoe gone, you turned back and startled when you nearly ran into Mia’s pale, smooth stomach: she had stepped closer and was now looming uncomfortably close to you. You also couldn’t help but notice that she was eagerly fidgeting in place, swaying each enormous boob right above your head as she waited for you, “This will be so much fun! Come on my helpful little bambolo, let’s start with my waist, that’ll be easiest!” Leaving you staring up at her, Mia twirled around and held her arms out, presenting her backside to you. However, it took you several seconds of staring and gawping to get over the fact that you could see her gigantic breasts even from behind. Mia must have noticed you hesitating because she wiggled impatiently in place, “Well? You aren’t going to make me do it on my own are you?”
You hated yourself for being so easily swayed, but Mia’s voice was too damn soft and pleading (plus she was so darn nice…). “No, course not! This’ll be quick.” You stepped closer to the gigantic Italian girl, carefully raising a spool of measuring tape up to her bare back. The first obstacle you came across was when you realized Mia’s enormous ass was in your way: to avoid pressing right up against her mostly bare and jutting backside, you had to awkwardly lean over and reach for her exposed waistline. As you tried not to think about how femininely soft and toned Mia’s midriff was, you found yourself struggling to concentrate. You glanced up and saw that Mia was watching you curiously over one shoulder, though if she noticed your nervousness she didn’t comment. Instead, as you slid an arm around her waist to loop the measuring tape around, she let out a quietly satisfied murmur and started slowly rocking her hips, gently bumping your arms as she went.
You suspected Mia was enjoying your proximity even more than she had originally let on. Not that you would have minded, of course, except that you could feel your cheeks flushing, and she kept knocking the measuring tape around. You tried to politely ask, “Mia, could you-” but you were interrupted as one of her long flexing legs came back and brushed firmly against your crotch, almost knocking you off balance and sending dangerous tingles up your spine.
You caught your shaky breath but Mia only looked back with genuine innocence, “What’s that, my little tailor? Did you finish?” Obviously keen to start with the next measurement, Mia wiggled again and brushed one plump ass cheek across your stomach, though she hardly seemed to notice as you inhaled sharply.
Trying to ignore the giantess’ playful movements, you insisted, “Not with you moving around so much! Stand still for just one second, would you?” You hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, but the last thing you needed was to get distracted and shrink again just because this girl couldn’t focus. It really didn’t help that Mia’s humongous, barely clothed ass was still jiggling right in front of you...
Mia didn’t seem at all bothered by your outburst, and finally stopped squirming as she dutifully looked straight ahead, “Scuza! I just appreciated your manly touch is all, but I can be still.” You were glad Mia had looked away, or she’d have seen you blushing at her casually flirty comment.
You took a deep breath and hurriedly checked the measuring tape while Mia remained still, “There, got it. Thirty four inches for your waist, Mia!” You couldn’t help but think about how comparatively small that was for a girl of her ridiculous size.
As if standing still had forced her to bottle up her energy, Mia cheered and spun to face you, nearly knocking you over with her wide hips, “A-ha, one down two to go!” Mia came to an abrupt stop that left her gigantic chest wobbling tantalizingly overhead, before shooting you an eager smile, “Why don’t you measure my bust next? That will be the most important one for Zoe, I’m sure.”
Gawping up past her smooth stomach to the underside of her chest (since that’s all you could really see), you quietly wondered how you were supposed to measure Mia’s ludicrously oversized breasts from all the way down here. Even if you stood on your tip-toes you’d be working with your hands above your head. You could only offer a resigned, “Uh, I don’t think I can.”
Mia’s smile faltered, “Che cosa? Can’t you reach?” She gave a curious shake, keeping her chest in constant attention-grabbing motion as she tried to imagine what the problem was.
“You’re... really big.”
Mia palmed her still quivering breasts and hefted them, as if appreciating their impressive size for the first time, “I guess I am, aren’t I?” You could only attempt not to stare in dumbstruck awe as Mia thoughtfully and delicately squeezed each breast between her fingertips, waggling two circular bumps where her nipples had begun to press against her outfit in your direction. Mia, thinking of how unfortunate it would be if she couldn’t wear her cute new outfits, sounded slightly worried, “You don’t think I’m too big to measure, do you my little bambino?” You gulped as Mia emphasized a few words by gently pushing her breasts together above you, still looking to you for reassurance.
The only thing that brought you out of your trance was the tingling sensation reminding you that you were about to shrink if you weren’t careful. You cleared your throat and blinked a few times, “Ahem n-no, I meant you’re just too tall.”
Mia’s enthusiasm immediately returned, “Ohh, I see!” She gave her breasts one last tiny squeeze before letting her fingers fall away, leaving her bosom wobbling overhead as she tried to think of a solution.
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May 31, 2023
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