The girls get distracted
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 20
Lacy, having found nothing of interest after devoting literally minutes of her precious time to searching for your antidote, groaned dramatically, “Ugggh, I can’t find it anywhere!” Tired of looking through Touko’s bookcases (even though she’d only searched part of one so far) Lacy turned, dragging her chest along the shelf before swinging you out into open air. For a few wonderful seconds you were no longer being crushed flat, until Lacy stepped aside and immediately rested her bosom onto a smaller bookshelf separating her side of the room from Stacy’s. With a quiet whoompf! you were once again smashed flat as the busty redhead leaned on her elbows and pouted, paying no mind to the tiny man trapped beneath her, “How much longer is this gonna take?”
From across the room you heard Stacy’s sweet, sing-song reply, “Just until we find the antidote, silly!” The brunette glanced over with a reassuring smile, but was too preoccupied to notice your predicament. Turning back to her own searching, Stacy optimistically added, “I’m sure we’ll find it soon.”
Feeling unmotivated, Lacy glanced around her immediate vicinity, and picked up the first sciency looking thing she saw. “Is this it?”
Stacy looked over and shook her head, “That’s the spray bottle we already checked, remember?”
Lacy huffed and slammed the thing back down, pounding you into the ground as her chest jostled from her irritation, before she looked the other direction. After lazily sliding herself across the entire plastic shelf, smearing you along as she went, Lacy picked up some other little gizmo. “Is THIS it?”
Stacy stopped her own search and stepped closer, smirking as she scolded, “Lacy, that’s a USB drive for a computer! Come on, you’re not taking this seriously… do you want to help Tommy or not?” Stacy stood on the other side of the shelf from Lacy and gave her a pleading look, as if for your sake.
Lacy rolled her eyes and shrugged, sending another annoying wobble through her chest that pressed you from side to side, “Yeah, I guess...” As her flesh shook unstoppably on top of you you wanted to ask if she could be a little more enthusiastic, especially since she wasn’t the one being crushed to death, but your face was currently pinched between her breasts so you barely made a muffled noise.
Thankfully your squeak was enough to attract the attention of Stacy. Catching sight of what were obviously little arms and legs wrapped tightly around her friend’s enormous bosom, Stacy paused and asked, “Uh Lacy, what did you do with Tommy?”
Lacy gave the most innocent smile she could muster and quickly stood up straight, making sure that her gigantic melons were jiggling together as she asked, “Hmmm?”
Stacy pointed, “That!”
Lacy decided to play dumb (especially since she knew how gullible Stacy could be), and palmed her breasts, trying not to smirk too obviously when she felt your firm erection digging into her jiggling skin as she hefted them upwards. Still pretending like she couldn’t see what Stacy could have possibly meant, she gave a perplexed, “Why Stacy, whatever do you mean?” as your arms and legs tightly dug into the sides of her swelling breasts.
Stacy, missing Lacy’s sarcasm, leaned forward and asked, ““Did you... tie him to your boobs, or something?” From Stacy’s point of view all she could easily see was the little knot made out of your malleable wrists and ankles draped over the top of Lacy’s cleavage, and a perhaps a hint of your shoulders sticking out from beneath.
After waiting as long as she thought Stacy would tolerate, Lacy gave an overly dramatic, “OOooooooh! You mean THIS!” and motioned to you by gently pushing her breasts together, allowing them to squash against your body right in front of Stacy’s eyes. You desperately wanted to put your hands out to push Lacy’s flesh away, or at least stabilize your position, but since the giant redhead had tied your limbs around her extra-giant chest she had left your torso, face, and protruding erection completely at the mercy (or lack thereof) of her tits. And so far, Lacy seemed happy to bounce along with everything she said, battering your exposed body back and forth with every wobble and jiggle that she imparted on her mighty chest. Ignoring your agitated squirming, Lacy casually explained, “Yeah, well like, after we started searching for stuff, I figured lil’ Tommy would only get lost or sat on again, right?”
As her irritation gave way to curiosity, Stacy crossed her arms and listened, “Yeeaaah…?”
“Well, NOW he can’t get sat on anymore!” You tried to interrupt, As if this is any better! but Lacy dropped her breasts, letting them bounce and swing you wildly around, “Isn’t this clever?”
Despite your muffled silence, Stacy seemed mostly convinced, “Huh, that kinda makes sense… and I guess I did sit on him a couple times back there.” You desperately wanted to point out how that wasn’t your fault at all, but Lacy didn’t give you the chance.
Seeing an opportunity to drive her point home, and to really show off her work to a potential admirer, Lacy expertly puffed her chest out to make you wobble repetitively. “Plus, doesn’t he make the cutest little decorative boob bow?”
Stacy’s concerns washed away at Lacy’s humorous description, and she admitted, “Well he certainly complements the size of your tits, heehee!” Lacy, still swinging you back and forth, hummed smugly in response, Mmhmm. However, as Stacy leaned in for a closer look, she couldn’t help but notice just how tightly your tiny body was pulled into the bulging underside of her redheaded friend’s tight cleavage. Lacy’s unsupportive tube-top was stretched pretty thinly over her bosom, leaving your body caught between your stretchy limbs and the downward weight of each breast.
Despite Lacy’s earlier reassurances, Stacy pursed her lips at one last concern, “Are you sure he isn’t getting too squished, though?”
Lacy took a moment to shake her chest and think, confirming that your penis was still rock hard as she felt it rubbing into her. Since that was all the confirmation she needed, she scoffed, “Oh he’s juuust fine, trust me.”
Stacy watched your face bounce between Lacy’s breasts for a few seconds more, before she had the sense to ask, “Hmm, are you, like, super sure? Your tits are pretty big for the little guy...” Unable to focus with Lacy’s chest bouncing in her face, Stacy reached one finger out to press you upwards and forwards, poking you a little bit harder than she had meant to as she slowed your uncontrollable swaying by jamming you right against Lacy.
With Stacy holding your body in place like an immovable anchor, Lacy had to try and hide the amusement in her voice as she felt your penis being helplessly pressed left and right while her breasts wobbled to a stop. “Well, I think so. He’s definitely been, heh, enjoying the ride so far.”
Stacy kept her finger at your back as she asked, “Huh? How can you tell?” You tried to shout that Lacy was full of shit, but your angry voice was lost in her vast cleavage. Trying to piece things together for herself, Stacy used one finger to slide your tiny body along the underside of Lacy’s cleavage. You let out a grunt before you came to a stop, feeling like you were nearly reaching the end for the amount of teasing (intentional or otherwise) that you could tolerate from these girls.
Lacy only cooed happily as your body was rubbed against hers, “Mmm, and he definitely liked that.” Stacy frowned in further confusion.
Still jabbing your body into her friend’s perky flesh, Stacy insisted dumly, “I don’t get it. He hasn’t said a word, how do you know he likes this? He just seems really squished to me.” Of course, that didn’t stop her from keeping her hand in place to keep pushing you directly into Lacy’s chest... Gee, thanks Stacy.
With a coy smirk and a cute shrug (which pummeled you against Stacy’s finger), Lacy giggled, “Just a hunch!” While Lacy could have simply explained the situation to Stacy, or at least pushed her hand away so that you wouldn’t be jammed into her chest anymore, she did neither. Instead, Lacy felt like seeing firsthand how you’d held up so far, so she reached down and grabbed her breasts before pulling them apart, though she took no special care to stop them from quivering as she adjusted herself.
From across the room you heard Stacy’s sweet, sing-song reply, “Just until we find the antidote, silly!” The brunette glanced over with a reassuring smile, but was too preoccupied to notice your predicament. Turning back to her own searching, Stacy optimistically added, “I’m sure we’ll find it soon.”
Feeling unmotivated, Lacy glanced around her immediate vicinity, and picked up the first sciency looking thing she saw. “Is this it?”
Stacy looked over and shook her head, “That’s the spray bottle we already checked, remember?”
Lacy huffed and slammed the thing back down, pounding you into the ground as her chest jostled from her irritation, before she looked the other direction. After lazily sliding herself across the entire plastic shelf, smearing you along as she went, Lacy picked up some other little gizmo. “Is THIS it?”
Stacy stopped her own search and stepped closer, smirking as she scolded, “Lacy, that’s a USB drive for a computer! Come on, you’re not taking this seriously… do you want to help Tommy or not?” Stacy stood on the other side of the shelf from Lacy and gave her a pleading look, as if for your sake.
Lacy rolled her eyes and shrugged, sending another annoying wobble through her chest that pressed you from side to side, “Yeah, I guess...” As her flesh shook unstoppably on top of you you wanted to ask if she could be a little more enthusiastic, especially since she wasn’t the one being crushed to death, but your face was currently pinched between her breasts so you barely made a muffled noise.
Thankfully your squeak was enough to attract the attention of Stacy. Catching sight of what were obviously little arms and legs wrapped tightly around her friend’s enormous bosom, Stacy paused and asked, “Uh Lacy, what did you do with Tommy?”
Lacy gave the most innocent smile she could muster and quickly stood up straight, making sure that her gigantic melons were jiggling together as she asked, “Hmmm?”
Stacy pointed, “That!”
Lacy decided to play dumb (especially since she knew how gullible Stacy could be), and palmed her breasts, trying not to smirk too obviously when she felt your firm erection digging into her jiggling skin as she hefted them upwards. Still pretending like she couldn’t see what Stacy could have possibly meant, she gave a perplexed, “Why Stacy, whatever do you mean?” as your arms and legs tightly dug into the sides of her swelling breasts.
Stacy, missing Lacy’s sarcasm, leaned forward and asked, ““Did you... tie him to your boobs, or something?” From Stacy’s point of view all she could easily see was the little knot made out of your malleable wrists and ankles draped over the top of Lacy’s cleavage, and a perhaps a hint of your shoulders sticking out from beneath.
After waiting as long as she thought Stacy would tolerate, Lacy gave an overly dramatic, “OOooooooh! You mean THIS!” and motioned to you by gently pushing her breasts together, allowing them to squash against your body right in front of Stacy’s eyes. You desperately wanted to put your hands out to push Lacy’s flesh away, or at least stabilize your position, but since the giant redhead had tied your limbs around her extra-giant chest she had left your torso, face, and protruding erection completely at the mercy (or lack thereof) of her tits. And so far, Lacy seemed happy to bounce along with everything she said, battering your exposed body back and forth with every wobble and jiggle that she imparted on her mighty chest. Ignoring your agitated squirming, Lacy casually explained, “Yeah, well like, after we started searching for stuff, I figured lil’ Tommy would only get lost or sat on again, right?”
As her irritation gave way to curiosity, Stacy crossed her arms and listened, “Yeeaaah…?”
“Well, NOW he can’t get sat on anymore!” You tried to interrupt, As if this is any better! but Lacy dropped her breasts, letting them bounce and swing you wildly around, “Isn’t this clever?”
Despite your muffled silence, Stacy seemed mostly convinced, “Huh, that kinda makes sense… and I guess I did sit on him a couple times back there.” You desperately wanted to point out how that wasn’t your fault at all, but Lacy didn’t give you the chance.
Seeing an opportunity to drive her point home, and to really show off her work to a potential admirer, Lacy expertly puffed her chest out to make you wobble repetitively. “Plus, doesn’t he make the cutest little decorative boob bow?”
Stacy’s concerns washed away at Lacy’s humorous description, and she admitted, “Well he certainly complements the size of your tits, heehee!” Lacy, still swinging you back and forth, hummed smugly in response, Mmhmm. However, as Stacy leaned in for a closer look, she couldn’t help but notice just how tightly your tiny body was pulled into the bulging underside of her redheaded friend’s tight cleavage. Lacy’s unsupportive tube-top was stretched pretty thinly over her bosom, leaving your body caught between your stretchy limbs and the downward weight of each breast.
Despite Lacy’s earlier reassurances, Stacy pursed her lips at one last concern, “Are you sure he isn’t getting too squished, though?”
Lacy took a moment to shake her chest and think, confirming that your penis was still rock hard as she felt it rubbing into her. Since that was all the confirmation she needed, she scoffed, “Oh he’s juuust fine, trust me.”
Stacy watched your face bounce between Lacy’s breasts for a few seconds more, before she had the sense to ask, “Hmm, are you, like, super sure? Your tits are pretty big for the little guy...” Unable to focus with Lacy’s chest bouncing in her face, Stacy reached one finger out to press you upwards and forwards, poking you a little bit harder than she had meant to as she slowed your uncontrollable swaying by jamming you right against Lacy.
With Stacy holding your body in place like an immovable anchor, Lacy had to try and hide the amusement in her voice as she felt your penis being helplessly pressed left and right while her breasts wobbled to a stop. “Well, I think so. He’s definitely been, heh, enjoying the ride so far.”
Stacy kept her finger at your back as she asked, “Huh? How can you tell?” You tried to shout that Lacy was full of shit, but your angry voice was lost in her vast cleavage. Trying to piece things together for herself, Stacy used one finger to slide your tiny body along the underside of Lacy’s cleavage. You let out a grunt before you came to a stop, feeling like you were nearly reaching the end for the amount of teasing (intentional or otherwise) that you could tolerate from these girls.
Lacy only cooed happily as your body was rubbed against hers, “Mmm, and he definitely liked that.” Stacy frowned in further confusion.
Still jabbing your body into her friend’s perky flesh, Stacy insisted dumly, “I don’t get it. He hasn’t said a word, how do you know he likes this? He just seems really squished to me.” Of course, that didn’t stop her from keeping her hand in place to keep pushing you directly into Lacy’s chest... Gee, thanks Stacy.
With a coy smirk and a cute shrug (which pummeled you against Stacy’s finger), Lacy giggled, “Just a hunch!” While Lacy could have simply explained the situation to Stacy, or at least pushed her hand away so that you wouldn’t be jammed into her chest anymore, she did neither. Instead, Lacy felt like seeing firsthand how you’d held up so far, so she reached down and grabbed her breasts before pulling them apart, though she took no special care to stop them from quivering as she adjusted herself.
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May 31, 2023
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