You look up to see a masked brunette, dressed in the skimpiest, flashiest wrestling leotard you’ve ever seen, one that leaves her massive breasts completely bare, save for two small pasties. “Hm? What was that,” you hear her ask aloud. The impact from your collision didn’t really phase her, but it was still enough for her to notice. As she twists around, looking for the culprit, you watch her gigantic breasts wobble and sway above you. A few moments go by, and she finally looks down, just barely managing to see you past her jiggling bosom. Just as you can’t help but stare up in awe at the extremely curvaceous woman standing above you, she looks dumbfoundedly at the tiny man sitting in front of her, covered in baggy clothes. “Oh, uh, hi there...little guy. Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” She gives you a warm smile and holds out a hand to help you up, which you accept. “So, what brings you here,” she asks, your peculiar appearance making her curious. “Are you a fan that got lost, or…”
Before any introductions can be made, you hear Becky roar from way down the hall, “Where are you, twerp?! I swear, when I find you, you’re gonna regret ever crossing me!” Your heart starts pounding in your chest as you hear Becky’s approach. You’ve got to get out of here quick! Maybe this woman can help. She seems nice enough.
With no time to think about the consequences of putting your fate in a stranger’s hands, you frantically plead, “She’s after me. You’ve got to hide me, please!” The masked wrestler sees the distress in your eyes and looks up to see an angry Betty storming this way, surely up to no good. She knows what she has to do.
“Quick, this way!” She gestures for you to follow her before heading for a nearby door. You try to follow but trip over your baggy clothes. The masked woman notices and quickly comes back for you. “C’mon, we’ve gotta hurry.” She effortlessly picks you up and heroically dashes to the nearby door with you, quickly getting inside and closing the door behind before Becky can see.
Now facing the door with you still in her arms, the woman gestures for you to stay quiet until Becky walks by. As you calm yourself to hide your presence from the Big Bully, you notice that you’re now hiding inside a janitor’s closet, a very cramped one at that. The room itself is small to begin with, but there are also so many boxes stacked inside that there’s barely enough room for you and your new friend, forcing her to practically hug the door with you. Speaking of your new friend, while you’re grateful for her help, you also can’t help but notice that, in her haste to get you to safety, she’s holding you directly level to her chest, her massive tits filling nearly your entire vision as you’re forced to watch them slowly rise and fall with each deep breath she takes. Not wanting to brazenly ogle the girl that’s going out of her way to help you, you try your best to focus your energy on hiding from Becky, though the giant breasts just inches from your face makes it difficult.
Before long, you hear angry muttering as Becky stomps past the door and down the hall, completely unaware that she just missed you. After a moment, you wonder if you’re in the clear, so you begin to whisper, “Is she gon--mmrph!”
“Shh, hold on. Let me listen” Before you can finish your question, your masked friend presses her ear to the door to listen out for Becky, which has the unintended consequence of shoving her breasts in your face, silencing you between their soft embrace. You feel her steady heartbeat thumping through her chest, which has a sort of calming effect on you, as your friend checks for any remaining traces of Becky. After another minute, she gives a deep sigh of relief, inadvertently expanding her chest against you more. She pulls away from the door, giving you some room to breathe again. “Looks like the coast is clear, little guy. You’re safe,” she says.
Now it’s your turn to give a relieved sigh. You look up at your curvaceous savior and say, “Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyou so much!”
She smiles warmly at your cute, grateful face looking up at her past her huge breasts. “No problem, little guy, but, if you don’t mind me asking, what’d you do to get the Big Bully so pissed at you?”
“Uh, let’s just say we got off on the wrong foot,” you say simply.
“Well it’s a good thing good ol’ Wonder Bust was around to help you out,” she says with a proud flex of an arm. “So what’s your name, little guy?”
“I’m Tom. I’m actually a new wrestler here. After a...not so great meeting with our boss, I was exploring the place until I ran into trouble with Becky.”
Wonder Bust’s face brightens even more when she hears you’re a wrestler. “So you’re the new guy here, huh? That’s great! In that case, you can call me Betty. Now how’s about we get out of here,” she says with a wink. You give an approving nod, then Betty reaches for the doorknob.
What next?
Before any introductions can be made, you hear Becky roar from way down the hall, “Where are you, twerp?! I swear, when I find you, you’re gonna regret ever crossing me!” Your heart starts pounding in your chest as you hear Becky’s approach. You’ve got to get out of here quick! Maybe this woman can help. She seems nice enough.
With no time to think about the consequences of putting your fate in a stranger’s hands, you frantically plead, “She’s after me. You’ve got to hide me, please!” The masked wrestler sees the distress in your eyes and looks up to see an angry Betty storming this way, surely up to no good. She knows what she has to do.
“Quick, this way!” She gestures for you to follow her before heading for a nearby door. You try to follow but trip over your baggy clothes. The masked woman notices and quickly comes back for you. “C’mon, we’ve gotta hurry.” She effortlessly picks you up and heroically dashes to the nearby door with you, quickly getting inside and closing the door behind before Becky can see.
Now facing the door with you still in her arms, the woman gestures for you to stay quiet until Becky walks by. As you calm yourself to hide your presence from the Big Bully, you notice that you’re now hiding inside a janitor’s closet, a very cramped one at that. The room itself is small to begin with, but there are also so many boxes stacked inside that there’s barely enough room for you and your new friend, forcing her to practically hug the door with you. Speaking of your new friend, while you’re grateful for her help, you also can’t help but notice that, in her haste to get you to safety, she’s holding you directly level to her chest, her massive tits filling nearly your entire vision as you’re forced to watch them slowly rise and fall with each deep breath she takes. Not wanting to brazenly ogle the girl that’s going out of her way to help you, you try your best to focus your energy on hiding from Becky, though the giant breasts just inches from your face makes it difficult.
Before long, you hear angry muttering as Becky stomps past the door and down the hall, completely unaware that she just missed you. After a moment, you wonder if you’re in the clear, so you begin to whisper, “Is she gon--mmrph!”
“Shh, hold on. Let me listen” Before you can finish your question, your masked friend presses her ear to the door to listen out for Becky, which has the unintended consequence of shoving her breasts in your face, silencing you between their soft embrace. You feel her steady heartbeat thumping through her chest, which has a sort of calming effect on you, as your friend checks for any remaining traces of Becky. After another minute, she gives a deep sigh of relief, inadvertently expanding her chest against you more. She pulls away from the door, giving you some room to breathe again. “Looks like the coast is clear, little guy. You’re safe,” she says.
Now it’s your turn to give a relieved sigh. You look up at your curvaceous savior and say, “Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyou so much!”
She smiles warmly at your cute, grateful face looking up at her past her huge breasts. “No problem, little guy, but, if you don’t mind me asking, what’d you do to get the Big Bully so pissed at you?”
“Uh, let’s just say we got off on the wrong foot,” you say simply.
“Well it’s a good thing good ol’ Wonder Bust was around to help you out,” she says with a proud flex of an arm. “So what’s your name, little guy?”
“I’m Tom. I’m actually a new wrestler here. After a...not so great meeting with our boss, I was exploring the place until I ran into trouble with Becky.”
Wonder Bust’s face brightens even more when she hears you’re a wrestler. “So you’re the new guy here, huh? That’s great! In that case, you can call me Betty. Now how’s about we get out of here,” she says with a wink. You give an approving nod, then Betty reaches for the doorknob.
What next?
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May 31, 2023
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