As you approach, Becky Peters is casually leaning forward on the snack bar counter, waiting for her order to arrive. You gulp as you realize that she really does live up to the "Big" in her name, in more ways than one. Not only is she very tall, but she's rocking some huge curves to match her massive frame, all while clad in her wrestling outfit: a girl's high school uniform that's much too small for her. Her white button-down shirt, struggling to maintain her indimidatingly massive chest, has a knot tied just below her breasts, accentuating the deep cleavage between them while also revealing her toned midriff. Her plaid skirt hardly drapes completely around the huge rump beneath it, granting a fairly visible view of the wedgie her small panties are making between her cheeks. There are random rips and tears scattered across Becky's clothes, some battle scars from her various matches while others are simply her clothes' failed attempts to contain her explosive body. This girl's cold demeanor and intimidating appearance makes you reluctant to talk to her, but you see no one else around you can ask for help from.
You slowly approach and try to introduce yourself to the towering woman as she receives the drink she ordered. "Um, hi. I'm Tom. I'm new here and a bit lost. Would you mind--" You don't get to finish because Becky, now with soda in hand, suddenly turns around and bumps into you, failing to realize you were there in time. Even a small bump from such a big body is enough to topple you into the floor, though Becky's body hardly flinches at your impact.
"Oh what the hell," you hear her say as you fall to your butt. Apparently, your collision still had some sort of affect on her. You look up at her, and your eyes widen when you realize what happened: Becky's soda spilled, all over her! "Ugh, REALLY," she says aloud, exasperated. Her huge chest is now sopping wet with cherry cola, her shirt drenched. You blush when you quickly realize she's obviously not wearing a bra underneath her thin shirt. Embarrassed, you try to stammer out an apology in a desperate attempt to avoid pissing this scary lady off, but you shut up when she hits you with a harsh glare. Becky eyes you cowering for a moment before giving an annoyed sigh. She picks you up and drags you down the nearest hallway, shoving you against the wall as soon as she turns corner with you.
As things quickly go from bad to worse for you, you attempt to sputter another apology to Becky. "L-look, I am so--SO--sorry. I-I-I, I didn't mean to--I had no idea--!" You flinch and quickly shut up again when you see Becky suddenly extend her strong arm towards you, assuming she's going to hurt you. Instead, she firmly places her hand against the wall right next to you, cutting off your escape route in typical bully fashion. She silently looks you over, making you even more nervous. Since Becky hasn't hurt you (yet), you think there's still a chance to get off on the right foot with her, so you try introducing yourself again. "Ummm...Hi, I'm Tom. I'm--"
"I know who you are," Becky interrupts. "You're that new guy, the one Touka told us all about, ain't'cha?" She leans in, and you anxiously nod your head, hoping your compliance might get you out of this unscathed. Despite your fear, your distracted eyes can't help but dart up and down between Becky's angry but beautiful face above you and her massive, dripping wet cleavage hanging in front of you. She gives another annoyed sigh before casually stating, "I had planned to do this later, in your dressing room, or something. But, since we're here, I might as well show you some of the ropes now." What does she mean by that? Does she actually plan to show you around after all?
"You see, little man," she starts, "Now that you're a wrestler here, you've got to respect the pecking order, that is if you wanna get out of here in one piece." Pecking order? What's that got to do with anything? "You see, noob-y little twerps like you are at the bottom of the totem pole." Becky lowers her other hand towards you, denoting both your low status and stature. "And big superstars like me are at the top of the pole." She raises her hand just above her head. "Those at the bottom have to give proper respect to those at the top, otherwise, those at the bottom might get...crushed." She clenches her hand. You gulp. Becky casually continues her little lecture. She leans against the wall next to you, coolly propping herself on an elbow while placing her other hand on her hip, showing off your handiwork by bringing the side of her wet bosom dangerously close to your head, each breast easily capable of smothering it. "And this just now, little man, was an act of disrespect that has to be dealt with."
You blurt out, "But it was an acci--"
"And whether it was a accident or not," Becky nonchalantly interrupts, "The damage has been done, and something has to be done about it. If I let this slide, it'll tarnish my bad girl image." She points at a nearby poster, one with a picture of her glaring at the viewer, to prove her point. "I need to make you pay somehow," she says before taking a moment to ponder a punishment for you.
While you're glad Becky doesn't seem to be as furious with you as you feared she was, you still don't like where this is going. You gulp and bite the bullet. "S-so, um, what exactly do you want me to do, pay for the soda?"
"Hmmm, no. That's too simple," she muses. After a moment, an evil smile creeps up on Becky's face. "Well, first off, while I think of what to do with you, I think you should get a real close look at your handiwork. Y'know, to really stop and think about what you did." You let out a surprised yelp before suddenly getting silenced by Becky leaning in and shoving the side of her huge breast into your face. Her mood improving, Becky enjoys your soft mumbling getting muffled by her wet sticky breast as she grinds and bounces it against you. "Mmmm, yeah, haha. Ya feel that, little man? This is what happens when you don't watch where you're going and forget to make way for us superstars whenever we're on the move." You squirm weakly as she continues to smear your head with her soft warm breast, covering you in the sweet and sticky soda that's drying on its smooth surface.
Overwhelmed by the sensation of Becky's voluptuous body pressing against you and teasing you, your body can't help but react. Your erection grows and pitches an obvious hard-on in your wrestling shorts, which Becky notices. "Well well, so you're really into this kind of stuff, huh," she taunts. "I was about to have you just lick my boobs clean, but it looks like you might enjoy that too much, haha." She casually flicks your cock, sending a jolt down your spine that makes you squirm harder. Becky laughs, taking a sadistic glee from being able to easily arouse you even while she's establishing your place at the bottom of the food chain here.
Relishing the feeling of your smaller body trapped against her, Becky stops leaning against the wall and starts pressing her full body against you, her soft deep cleavage enveloping more and more of you. She cackles as she shakes her chest back and forth to pummel you with her massive melons, making you dizzy and slowing your struggles. Knowing you're successfully pacified against her, Becky leans forward, encasing more if you with her smooth flesh, and rest both her elbows against the wall as she ponders how to punish you next. "Hmm, what to do with you...", she says with an evil smile.
You slowly approach and try to introduce yourself to the towering woman as she receives the drink she ordered. "Um, hi. I'm Tom. I'm new here and a bit lost. Would you mind--" You don't get to finish because Becky, now with soda in hand, suddenly turns around and bumps into you, failing to realize you were there in time. Even a small bump from such a big body is enough to topple you into the floor, though Becky's body hardly flinches at your impact.
"Oh what the hell," you hear her say as you fall to your butt. Apparently, your collision still had some sort of affect on her. You look up at her, and your eyes widen when you realize what happened: Becky's soda spilled, all over her! "Ugh, REALLY," she says aloud, exasperated. Her huge chest is now sopping wet with cherry cola, her shirt drenched. You blush when you quickly realize she's obviously not wearing a bra underneath her thin shirt. Embarrassed, you try to stammer out an apology in a desperate attempt to avoid pissing this scary lady off, but you shut up when she hits you with a harsh glare. Becky eyes you cowering for a moment before giving an annoyed sigh. She picks you up and drags you down the nearest hallway, shoving you against the wall as soon as she turns corner with you.
As things quickly go from bad to worse for you, you attempt to sputter another apology to Becky. "L-look, I am so--SO--sorry. I-I-I, I didn't mean to--I had no idea--!" You flinch and quickly shut up again when you see Becky suddenly extend her strong arm towards you, assuming she's going to hurt you. Instead, she firmly places her hand against the wall right next to you, cutting off your escape route in typical bully fashion. She silently looks you over, making you even more nervous. Since Becky hasn't hurt you (yet), you think there's still a chance to get off on the right foot with her, so you try introducing yourself again. "Ummm...Hi, I'm Tom. I'm--"
"I know who you are," Becky interrupts. "You're that new guy, the one Touka told us all about, ain't'cha?" She leans in, and you anxiously nod your head, hoping your compliance might get you out of this unscathed. Despite your fear, your distracted eyes can't help but dart up and down between Becky's angry but beautiful face above you and her massive, dripping wet cleavage hanging in front of you. She gives another annoyed sigh before casually stating, "I had planned to do this later, in your dressing room, or something. But, since we're here, I might as well show you some of the ropes now." What does she mean by that? Does she actually plan to show you around after all?
"You see, little man," she starts, "Now that you're a wrestler here, you've got to respect the pecking order, that is if you wanna get out of here in one piece." Pecking order? What's that got to do with anything? "You see, noob-y little twerps like you are at the bottom of the totem pole." Becky lowers her other hand towards you, denoting both your low status and stature. "And big superstars like me are at the top of the pole." She raises her hand just above her head. "Those at the bottom have to give proper respect to those at the top, otherwise, those at the bottom might get...crushed." She clenches her hand. You gulp. Becky casually continues her little lecture. She leans against the wall next to you, coolly propping herself on an elbow while placing her other hand on her hip, showing off your handiwork by bringing the side of her wet bosom dangerously close to your head, each breast easily capable of smothering it. "And this just now, little man, was an act of disrespect that has to be dealt with."
You blurt out, "But it was an acci--"
"And whether it was a accident or not," Becky nonchalantly interrupts, "The damage has been done, and something has to be done about it. If I let this slide, it'll tarnish my bad girl image." She points at a nearby poster, one with a picture of her glaring at the viewer, to prove her point. "I need to make you pay somehow," she says before taking a moment to ponder a punishment for you.
While you're glad Becky doesn't seem to be as furious with you as you feared she was, you still don't like where this is going. You gulp and bite the bullet. "S-so, um, what exactly do you want me to do, pay for the soda?"
"Hmmm, no. That's too simple," she muses. After a moment, an evil smile creeps up on Becky's face. "Well, first off, while I think of what to do with you, I think you should get a real close look at your handiwork. Y'know, to really stop and think about what you did." You let out a surprised yelp before suddenly getting silenced by Becky leaning in and shoving the side of her huge breast into your face. Her mood improving, Becky enjoys your soft mumbling getting muffled by her wet sticky breast as she grinds and bounces it against you. "Mmmm, yeah, haha. Ya feel that, little man? This is what happens when you don't watch where you're going and forget to make way for us superstars whenever we're on the move." You squirm weakly as she continues to smear your head with her soft warm breast, covering you in the sweet and sticky soda that's drying on its smooth surface.
Overwhelmed by the sensation of Becky's voluptuous body pressing against you and teasing you, your body can't help but react. Your erection grows and pitches an obvious hard-on in your wrestling shorts, which Becky notices. "Well well, so you're really into this kind of stuff, huh," she taunts. "I was about to have you just lick my boobs clean, but it looks like you might enjoy that too much, haha." She casually flicks your cock, sending a jolt down your spine that makes you squirm harder. Becky laughs, taking a sadistic glee from being able to easily arouse you even while she's establishing your place at the bottom of the food chain here.
Relishing the feeling of your smaller body trapped against her, Becky stops leaning against the wall and starts pressing her full body against you, her soft deep cleavage enveloping more and more of you. She cackles as she shakes her chest back and forth to pummel you with her massive melons, making you dizzy and slowing your struggles. Knowing you're successfully pacified against her, Becky leans forward, encasing more if you with her smooth flesh, and rest both her elbows against the wall as she ponders how to punish you next. "Hmm, what to do with you...", she says with an evil smile.
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May 31, 2023
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