As the mist washes over you, you feel another tingling sensation, but you feel yourself growing this time. This is it! You actually found the antidote, and now you're finally getting your size back! Soon you'll be done with this horrible wrestling league forever...at least, that's what you were thinking up until your growth spurt stops a few seconds later. "Huh!?" With the tingling going away as quickly as it came, you look yourself over and realize you've only grown back to about a foot so far, but you were expecting so much more.
As you wonder why the supposed antidote didn't work as well as you'd hoped, the girls take notice of your increased size. "Yippee! Tommy got his size back. It was the antidote after all," Stacy sings as she excitedly claps her hands and jumps in place, making her tremendous tits bounce in her tight top. Clearly she's very happy to have finally made up for her earlier blunders, accidentally squishing and shrinking you, by finding your antidote for you, too happy to even notice it's barely worked on you."
"Yeah, good job, Stace. Not a bad find," Lacy says impressed while leaning in slightly to get a better look at the spray's effect on you, purposely doing so at an angle to proudly show off her breasts, which are still massive compared to you. "Gotta say, though: for something that's supposed to be his antidote, it, like, didn't do much. He could still get squished beneath us big, pretty girls if he's not careful." Further rubbing in the demeaning size difference between the two of you, Lacy squeezes her breasts between her arms, making them swell above you, and gives you a wink. You sigh and roll your eyes. You hate to admit it, but Lacy's right, though she doesn't have to be such an attention-hog about this. It's like she thinks you can't take her eyes off her, or something, even though you've got way more important things to worry about right now. Refusing to further indulge Lacy's ego any further, you try to turn away from her so you can ponder why the antidote didn't work, but, for some reason, it takes a little more effort to do so than you expected, as if something's compelling you to focus on her (all her teasing isn't finally getting to you, is it?).
As you finally force yourself to look the other way from Lacy, Stacy finally registers her friend's comment and kneels down to get a closer look, bringing her giant breasts into view as they rest on the desk in front of you. "Huh, you're right. He didn't grow much at all. I wonder why."
"That's exactly what I'm trying to figure out," you say up to her as you try to think, though it's hard to think about much else other than Stacy's massive breasts sitting directly in front of you. You already knew they're big, especially at your size, but , like with Lacy, something about them really seems to be attracting your attention all of a sudden, pulling in your gaze. If you didn't know any better, you'd almost say it's happening on a physical level, but, before you can dwell on the thought any further, Stacy perks up with an idea.
"Ooh! Ooh! What if I sprayed you again? Maybe you'll get even bigger," she chirps before grabbing the bottle again and standing back up. That seems reasonable, you think, but, before you can give Stacy the go ahead, you're suddenly lifted into the air by a powerful, unseen force, one that sends you flying towards Stacy! With no control over your body, you make a beeline for the front of Stacy's bosom and collide with it face first.
The impact is enough to make her breasts jiggle a little, but you remain pressed against them by that same invisible force, as if you're glued to them. Stacy gives a small squeak of surprise from the sudden movement but smiles when she sees you adorably pressed against her. From her perspective, it looks like you're hugging her, and she assumes you're just showing her some well-deserved gratitude for all her help. "Aw, looks like someone's excited to be getting his size back. You're welcome, little guy," Stacy says as she affectionately wraps her arms around you to return the hug, pressing you further against her. You wince as you feel your erection press against her breasts, her tight shirt doing nothing to hide their softness and warmth.
Lacy rolls her eyes as she approaches. "If you ask me, he just got too pent up after spending so much time with so many pretty cheerleaders. He probably lost control and jumped at the nearest pair of tits he could reach, the hungry little horn dog," she says with a wry smirk.
"That works too," Stacy says with a giggle. For a few more moments she playfully bounces her breasts, enjoying the feeling of you pressed against them. Finally, she says, "Ok, Tommy, enough hugging. We've got to get you your size back, pronto, before Touko gets back." Stacy puts her hands down and pauses, expecting you to get off her on your own, but, try as you may, you can't get loose. You try and squirm free from Stacy's breasts, but you can hardly move, let alone get off her. Whatever this invisible force is, it's left you completely stuck against her. Stacy giggles when she sees that you've hardly made any effort (from her perspective) to get off. "I'm glad you're having fun, cutie, but, seriously, we gotta hurry up and do this before we get caught." Stacy reaches up and grabs you, expecting to pull you off easily, but she quickly realizes something's keeping you stuck to her. "Huh?" After a couple of weak attempts, she notices you won't budge. On her third attempt, she tries with a little more effort, managing to pull you off her breast by a few inches, but you barely have time to let out a gasp of air before you slip through Stacy's delicate fingers and rocket back to her breast again, your cock jabbing against her soft flesh and making you wince again. "What the...?"
As Stacy processes what's happening, Lacy tries to goad you two along. "Hurry up you lovebirds! We gotta get this over with before boss lady shows up."
"I'm trying, but it's like he's stuck, or something," Stacy says, utterly confused.
"Ugh, here, let me try." Lacy roughly grabs you and tries to hastily pull you off, but she quickly sees the same trouble Stacy was having. "Woah...weird," she says after a few attempts.Whatever's happening, it looks like you're not getting off Stacy.
What next?
As you wonder why the supposed antidote didn't work as well as you'd hoped, the girls take notice of your increased size. "Yippee! Tommy got his size back. It was the antidote after all," Stacy sings as she excitedly claps her hands and jumps in place, making her tremendous tits bounce in her tight top. Clearly she's very happy to have finally made up for her earlier blunders, accidentally squishing and shrinking you, by finding your antidote for you, too happy to even notice it's barely worked on you."
"Yeah, good job, Stace. Not a bad find," Lacy says impressed while leaning in slightly to get a better look at the spray's effect on you, purposely doing so at an angle to proudly show off her breasts, which are still massive compared to you. "Gotta say, though: for something that's supposed to be his antidote, it, like, didn't do much. He could still get squished beneath us big, pretty girls if he's not careful." Further rubbing in the demeaning size difference between the two of you, Lacy squeezes her breasts between her arms, making them swell above you, and gives you a wink. You sigh and roll your eyes. You hate to admit it, but Lacy's right, though she doesn't have to be such an attention-hog about this. It's like she thinks you can't take her eyes off her, or something, even though you've got way more important things to worry about right now. Refusing to further indulge Lacy's ego any further, you try to turn away from her so you can ponder why the antidote didn't work, but, for some reason, it takes a little more effort to do so than you expected, as if something's compelling you to focus on her (all her teasing isn't finally getting to you, is it?).
As you finally force yourself to look the other way from Lacy, Stacy finally registers her friend's comment and kneels down to get a closer look, bringing her giant breasts into view as they rest on the desk in front of you. "Huh, you're right. He didn't grow much at all. I wonder why."
"That's exactly what I'm trying to figure out," you say up to her as you try to think, though it's hard to think about much else other than Stacy's massive breasts sitting directly in front of you. You already knew they're big, especially at your size, but , like with Lacy, something about them really seems to be attracting your attention all of a sudden, pulling in your gaze. If you didn't know any better, you'd almost say it's happening on a physical level, but, before you can dwell on the thought any further, Stacy perks up with an idea.
"Ooh! Ooh! What if I sprayed you again? Maybe you'll get even bigger," she chirps before grabbing the bottle again and standing back up. That seems reasonable, you think, but, before you can give Stacy the go ahead, you're suddenly lifted into the air by a powerful, unseen force, one that sends you flying towards Stacy! With no control over your body, you make a beeline for the front of Stacy's bosom and collide with it face first.
The impact is enough to make her breasts jiggle a little, but you remain pressed against them by that same invisible force, as if you're glued to them. Stacy gives a small squeak of surprise from the sudden movement but smiles when she sees you adorably pressed against her. From her perspective, it looks like you're hugging her, and she assumes you're just showing her some well-deserved gratitude for all her help. "Aw, looks like someone's excited to be getting his size back. You're welcome, little guy," Stacy says as she affectionately wraps her arms around you to return the hug, pressing you further against her. You wince as you feel your erection press against her breasts, her tight shirt doing nothing to hide their softness and warmth.
Lacy rolls her eyes as she approaches. "If you ask me, he just got too pent up after spending so much time with so many pretty cheerleaders. He probably lost control and jumped at the nearest pair of tits he could reach, the hungry little horn dog," she says with a wry smirk.
"That works too," Stacy says with a giggle. For a few more moments she playfully bounces her breasts, enjoying the feeling of you pressed against them. Finally, she says, "Ok, Tommy, enough hugging. We've got to get you your size back, pronto, before Touko gets back." Stacy puts her hands down and pauses, expecting you to get off her on your own, but, try as you may, you can't get loose. You try and squirm free from Stacy's breasts, but you can hardly move, let alone get off her. Whatever this invisible force is, it's left you completely stuck against her. Stacy giggles when she sees that you've hardly made any effort (from her perspective) to get off. "I'm glad you're having fun, cutie, but, seriously, we gotta hurry up and do this before we get caught." Stacy reaches up and grabs you, expecting to pull you off easily, but she quickly realizes something's keeping you stuck to her. "Huh?" After a couple of weak attempts, she notices you won't budge. On her third attempt, she tries with a little more effort, managing to pull you off her breast by a few inches, but you barely have time to let out a gasp of air before you slip through Stacy's delicate fingers and rocket back to her breast again, your cock jabbing against her soft flesh and making you wince again. "What the...?"
As Stacy processes what's happening, Lacy tries to goad you two along. "Hurry up you lovebirds! We gotta get this over with before boss lady shows up."
"I'm trying, but it's like he's stuck, or something," Stacy says, utterly confused.
"Ugh, here, let me try." Lacy roughly grabs you and tries to hastily pull you off, but she quickly sees the same trouble Stacy was having. "Woah...weird," she says after a few attempts.Whatever's happening, it looks like you're not getting off Stacy.
What next?
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May 31, 2023
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