Refusing to let you get a word in edgewise, your new "partner" keeps you pressed against her and her overbearing chest, stifling any protests you have. As you vainly struggle to finally escape Becky's grasp, the Big Bully casually peels off part of her blouse, revealing more swaths of her pale, ample hills as she peers at her cleavage. She notices how sweaty she’s gotten after her last match. She figures she should probably clean up a little, and this might be the perfect time for her to start putting you to good use. "First thing's first, little man," she says before letting you go, finally giving you a chance to breathe, and heading back to her locker. She opens it and grabs a towel and washcloth from inside. "I've got to take a shower, and YOU'RE coming with me."
It takes a second to process what Becky just said. "Wait, WHAT," you cough out in surprise.
"Yep, you heard right, shorty," Becky says as she saunters back towards you. "You get the highly-coveted honor of helping your gorgeous partner clean herself up."
You can still hardly believe Becky's outrageous demand. While your male instincts are all for sharing a shower with a beauty like Becky, her clear temper, ego, and overbearing personality all tell you that you shouldn't get involved with someone like her any more then you have to. You need to stop this before things escalate any further. "What!? N-no, I'm not getting into a shower with you, Becky."
"And why not," Becky asks with a slight pout, crossing her arms just beneath her breasts. After a moment, a wry smile comes back to her face as she slightly bends over towards you, giving you a full view of her deep cleavage while hefting her hefty breasts with her arms. "You're not actually telling me you don't want to see alllll this naked and covered in hot, steamy water, are you?" Teasing you, Becky bounces and squeezes her chest right in front of your eyes, drawing your gaze for more than a few moments.
Trying not to give in, you finally manage to pull your eyes away from Becky and say, "T-that's not the point! What if someone catches us: two wrestlers in a risqué position in the showers? What would happen to our public images if word gets out about it? And I'm new here, so my career would be over before it started," you reason.
Becky rolls her eyes. "Pffft, whatever. You worry too much. It'll be fine." Suddenly she grabs your arm and forcefully pulls on it, forcing you to follow her as she leaves the locker room. "Now hurry up, already. We've got some cleaning up to do, partner." With little effort, Becky pulls you out of the Locker room with her and into the adjacent shower room.
As you both step inside, you notice the room is huge and filled with a surplus of stalls. It’s hard to tell while Becky drags you, but the stalls here seem smaller than your average small, as if someone (probably Touko) purposely made them much narrower than usual to frugally fit as many as possible in this room. Becky takes you to a stall and opens the door to it. “Get in,” she demands.
“I-I’m not getting in there,” you say, still trying to stand up to Becky.
Ignoring your meager attempt at defiance, Becky looks you over again and notices you still have your wrestling shorts on. “Yeah, not like that, you’re not,” she says before kneeling down and quickly pulling down your shorts, fully revealing your manhood to her.
“H-hey,” you yelp as you feel your shorts fall to the floor around your feet. You try to take a step back and pull them up but wind up stumbling over your shorts instead.
“Now quit whining and get in there.” While you struggle to regain your balance, Becky, in one quick motion, grabs you and tosses you into the stall. Your back crashes against a wall, landing just adjacent to the door.
“Becky, you can’t do this,” you say, still desperately trying to reason with her as she gets up and approaches the shower doorway, blocking your only way out with her bigger body.
“I know, I know: I can’t get in until I get my clothes off too, duh,” she answers, completely misconstruing what you’re trying to say to her. As she starts peeling off her tight uniform, she taunts, “Though I gotta say: for someone who’s been putting up such a fuss till now, you sound pretty anxious to see me strip down. You little perv.” You try to tell Becky that it’s not like that, that you’re not crazy like she is, but, before you can, she opens her blouse, leaving you speechless with the sight of her naked breasts. They’re just so huge and unbelievably perky, bouncing tantalizingly with every slight move she makes. You don’t want to give Becky the impression that you’re excited to go along with this, lest she force you to indulge all her crazy ideas in the future, but you can hardly tear your eyes away from her as she pulls her shirt off and slides her skirt past her wide, swaying hips and shapely legs down to her feet. Fully naked now, Becky gives a confident smirk, knowing she’s got your full attention, and tosses her clothes to the side. “Alright, little man, time to get wet and wild.”
Just before Becky steps inside the shower, you take a quick look and fully realize how narrow this stall is, with hardly any space between you and the wall opposite you. There’s not much room in this stall for an average-sized person, let alone someone larger than life like Becky. If both of you are in here...You panic as you see Becky try to slide her way inside, facing you. “Wait, Becky, don’t-mmrphhh!!” Becky steps all the way in, and her body instantly flattens yours against the shower wall, her soft, supple breasts smearing against your face and silencing you.
Becky snickers as she closes the shower door. “Sorry, shorty, did you say something? I couldn’t hear you past my big, beautiful boobies.” As Becky’s body gets settled against yours, her breasts trap your head between them, easily engulfing it as their flesh presses against the wall behind you. You try to tell her that you can hardly breathe and that she needs to get out, but your muffled words only vibrate against Becky’s skin, giving her tingles as she enjoys her power over you. After pretending to listen for a moment, Becky coyly says, “Oh, I get it. You just wanted to compliment your stunning new partner on her dynamite bod, didn’t you?” You give a muffled “no” against Becky, but she ignores it. “Well, keep up the flattery, partner, and we might both get some fun out of this deal of ours. But for now: hush up so I can clean up.” With that, Becky slides along the stall so she can reach the shower faucet, and, with the narrow walls sandwiching you two between them, you’re forced to slide along with her smooth, abundant body. Unsurprisingly, the prolonged stimulation from Becky’s soft, warm body firmly pressing and smearing against yours is having an effect on you. To your embarrassment, you feel your erection getting harder by the second, something you’re sure Becky, with her excessive ego, will take advantage of as soon as she finds out.
It takes a second to process what Becky just said. "Wait, WHAT," you cough out in surprise.
"Yep, you heard right, shorty," Becky says as she saunters back towards you. "You get the highly-coveted honor of helping your gorgeous partner clean herself up."
You can still hardly believe Becky's outrageous demand. While your male instincts are all for sharing a shower with a beauty like Becky, her clear temper, ego, and overbearing personality all tell you that you shouldn't get involved with someone like her any more then you have to. You need to stop this before things escalate any further. "What!? N-no, I'm not getting into a shower with you, Becky."
"And why not," Becky asks with a slight pout, crossing her arms just beneath her breasts. After a moment, a wry smile comes back to her face as she slightly bends over towards you, giving you a full view of her deep cleavage while hefting her hefty breasts with her arms. "You're not actually telling me you don't want to see alllll this naked and covered in hot, steamy water, are you?" Teasing you, Becky bounces and squeezes her chest right in front of your eyes, drawing your gaze for more than a few moments.
Trying not to give in, you finally manage to pull your eyes away from Becky and say, "T-that's not the point! What if someone catches us: two wrestlers in a risqué position in the showers? What would happen to our public images if word gets out about it? And I'm new here, so my career would be over before it started," you reason.
Becky rolls her eyes. "Pffft, whatever. You worry too much. It'll be fine." Suddenly she grabs your arm and forcefully pulls on it, forcing you to follow her as she leaves the locker room. "Now hurry up, already. We've got some cleaning up to do, partner." With little effort, Becky pulls you out of the Locker room with her and into the adjacent shower room.
As you both step inside, you notice the room is huge and filled with a surplus of stalls. It’s hard to tell while Becky drags you, but the stalls here seem smaller than your average small, as if someone (probably Touko) purposely made them much narrower than usual to frugally fit as many as possible in this room. Becky takes you to a stall and opens the door to it. “Get in,” she demands.
“I-I’m not getting in there,” you say, still trying to stand up to Becky.
Ignoring your meager attempt at defiance, Becky looks you over again and notices you still have your wrestling shorts on. “Yeah, not like that, you’re not,” she says before kneeling down and quickly pulling down your shorts, fully revealing your manhood to her.
“H-hey,” you yelp as you feel your shorts fall to the floor around your feet. You try to take a step back and pull them up but wind up stumbling over your shorts instead.
“Now quit whining and get in there.” While you struggle to regain your balance, Becky, in one quick motion, grabs you and tosses you into the stall. Your back crashes against a wall, landing just adjacent to the door.
“Becky, you can’t do this,” you say, still desperately trying to reason with her as she gets up and approaches the shower doorway, blocking your only way out with her bigger body.
“I know, I know: I can’t get in until I get my clothes off too, duh,” she answers, completely misconstruing what you’re trying to say to her. As she starts peeling off her tight uniform, she taunts, “Though I gotta say: for someone who’s been putting up such a fuss till now, you sound pretty anxious to see me strip down. You little perv.” You try to tell Becky that it’s not like that, that you’re not crazy like she is, but, before you can, she opens her blouse, leaving you speechless with the sight of her naked breasts. They’re just so huge and unbelievably perky, bouncing tantalizingly with every slight move she makes. You don’t want to give Becky the impression that you’re excited to go along with this, lest she force you to indulge all her crazy ideas in the future, but you can hardly tear your eyes away from her as she pulls her shirt off and slides her skirt past her wide, swaying hips and shapely legs down to her feet. Fully naked now, Becky gives a confident smirk, knowing she’s got your full attention, and tosses her clothes to the side. “Alright, little man, time to get wet and wild.”
Just before Becky steps inside the shower, you take a quick look and fully realize how narrow this stall is, with hardly any space between you and the wall opposite you. There’s not much room in this stall for an average-sized person, let alone someone larger than life like Becky. If both of you are in here...You panic as you see Becky try to slide her way inside, facing you. “Wait, Becky, don’t-mmrphhh!!” Becky steps all the way in, and her body instantly flattens yours against the shower wall, her soft, supple breasts smearing against your face and silencing you.
Becky snickers as she closes the shower door. “Sorry, shorty, did you say something? I couldn’t hear you past my big, beautiful boobies.” As Becky’s body gets settled against yours, her breasts trap your head between them, easily engulfing it as their flesh presses against the wall behind you. You try to tell her that you can hardly breathe and that she needs to get out, but your muffled words only vibrate against Becky’s skin, giving her tingles as she enjoys her power over you. After pretending to listen for a moment, Becky coyly says, “Oh, I get it. You just wanted to compliment your stunning new partner on her dynamite bod, didn’t you?” You give a muffled “no” against Becky, but she ignores it. “Well, keep up the flattery, partner, and we might both get some fun out of this deal of ours. But for now: hush up so I can clean up.” With that, Becky slides along the stall so she can reach the shower faucet, and, with the narrow walls sandwiching you two between them, you’re forced to slide along with her smooth, abundant body. Unsurprisingly, the prolonged stimulation from Becky’s soft, warm body firmly pressing and smearing against yours is having an effect on you. To your embarrassment, you feel your erection getting harder by the second, something you’re sure Becky, with her excessive ego, will take advantage of as soon as she finds out.
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