Tracy decides to "keep you busy"
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 33
This mystery girl quickly slid her delicate fingers under you, and swung you into the air, making your head spin even more. You hoped Ally had finally had enough of watching you getting squished and crushed by her cheerleaders, and grabbed you to personally end this procession of torture... But instead you found yourself being brought in front of a voluptuous, raven-haired girl, who you recognized as Tracy. You'd seen her smirking at you from behind Lacy or Stacy in the past, but never really "met" her yet. Still feeling very exhausted and out of breath, you wheezed, "Oh god, Tracy, thank you... Stacy was driving me nuts!"
Tracy giggled as she eyed your engorged, swollen penis. "Heehee, I can tell." Just to see for herself, since this was her first time ever getting her hands on you , Tracy reached down and lightly prodded your tiny body, which was smaller than her fingertip, until she brushed up against your cock. Even at your diminutive size, she could tell your member was just rock hard. As she saw you panting at her slightest touch, Tracy mused, "Wow, she really did a number on you huh?"
Thankful to be away from the clumsy Stacy, but already feeling frustrated by Tracy's coy prodding, you sighed, "Y-yeah, no kidding. Um, speaking of which... can you pass me over to Ally? I really need to talk to her about ending this already..."
Considering your request, Tracy turned away from the other cheerleaders, who were hanging back and monitoring the laptop closely (or laughing at Stacy's show), "... I don't think so."
You shouted up at the planet sized girl, "What? Why not!?"
Tracy smirked at your tiny expression of surprise, and lifted you closer to her beautiful face, until you could smell her sweet, minty breath as she whispered. "Well, I don't think you heard, but we've got a betting pool going on how long it will take for you to, y'know, blow your load. And I've got a solid fifty bucks saying you'll last till the end of the show, which is in..." Tracy glanced at the clock, "Another like, ten minutes."
There was no way you could endure this agony for that long. You balked, "Fucking seriously!? Ally said she'd help me by now!"
Tracy only smiled at you cutely, "Yeah, but I'm not Ally!"
You couldn't believe the audacity of this girl, who was still just smirking at you and cupping you in the palm of her hand. "Fine, I'll just get someone else to help then!"
Tracy's lips came together as she pouted sarcastically, "Mmmm, that's not happening either. But don't worry, I know what will make time fly!" Before you could respond, Tracy pulled her stretchy latex top away, revealing her humongous, perky tits. You gawped as Tracy carefully lowered you down past her chest, which looked like two round, fleshy mountains to you. She placed your half-inch body below her chest, so you had to look up at her blimp-sized breasts where her pink nipples were outlined in the air high above you. You began to argue that this wasn't fair, but Tracy, unable to even see you past her chest, was already laughing, "Oh, try not to let these babies tip you over the edge, at least not for the next 10 minutes, haha!" before she let her latex top snap back into place.
The stretchy fabric at your backside immediately shot forwards, interrupting the furious comeback you were about to let out. Tracy's gigantic boob wobbled liked jello as your body slapped into its vast underside, before quickly engulfing your limbs as you sunk into skin thanks to the constricting latex. You let out a groan while your groin, which had nowhere else to go in the confines of this girl's top, pressed right into her flesh. You wondered, why the hell had Tracy stuffed you into her top, of all places? Tracy had actually considered her options only briefly, but the most fun option, obviously, was to keep you somewhere that you could get a nice, looong view of her assets, especially in your deliciously frustrated state.
Lacy, who spotted Tracy stuffing you into her top, whined, "Hey! How come Tracy gets to squish Tom more, but not me?"
Tracy snickered, sending massive jiggles through her chest against you, "You already had lots of time with the little guy, Lacy. Plus, he confided in me that he wanted to see what an extra-perky set of tits felt like, so I'm giving him a tour!" Tracy smirked at the pouty face Lacy made; her comment had probably ruffled the arrogant Lacy's feathers. Several other girls giggled at the thought of you begging for some time with Tracy's perfect rack. You meanwhile, wanted desperately to correct everyone; you did not want to be stuck to Tracy's goddamn body for another 10 minutes! You just wanted to finally cum and get your antidote, like they had promised you!
Ally came over, "Heehee, alright Tracy, but a lot of the audience is already asking where Tom went. Here..." Ally led Tracy over to a translucent plastic table, before grabbing the matching plastic chair that Stacy had used for her dance. There was a camera set on the table, angled upwards just so that a girl sitting in the right place would be fantastically featured for the viewers. Tracy, more than happy to oblige, plopped into the chair with a cute little bounce, "Sure thing, Sis! Let's just hope the little guy can resist me long enough for the fans to even get their money's worth, haha." God, Tracy was really getting on your nerves with her constant jabs. Wasn't it enough that she had smashed your exhausted body against her giant boob, just to win her dumb bet?
Ally, assuming you were in good hands, turned the camera on with a chuckle and chirped, "Alright you two, have fun. Take good care of Tommy for meeeee!" before she headed back over to the main group of cheerleaders, who were happily gossiping and still arguing over the betting pool, which was in a constant state of flux. Now the cheerleader's stream had two views: one of Stacy who was still happily strutting her stuff, and one labeled "Tommy Cam" which was focusing on Tracy's tightly clad bust perched over the table.
As she pulled up a view of the stream on her phone to see just how you were doing, Tracy was glad to spot the tiny bulge of your body in her spandex clothing. Tracy gave her chest a small playful shake, watching as you wobbled helplessly along with her; her plan was working flawlessly! All she had to do was keep you from getting off for another 9 minutes and the money would be hers, and there wasn't much Tracy loved more than to win. In fact, the only thing that gave her a bigger high than winning was beating someone else in a game.
As Tracy's mood soared, she teased, "Are you hanging in there, cutie? My big boobies aren't going to bother you, are they?" while her chest continuously jiggled against you. Smugly self assured that there was no way you could stop her, Tracy followed up with another sarcastic taunt, "Even if start booouncing?" and shook her chest slightly, just enough to make you sway around. She was delighted as she imagined your agitated cock being engulfed by the underside of her breast, thinking that you were so fun to play with and tease, as your angry shouting went unheard.
Having gotten sick of her completely unwarranted taunting, especially after she tried to squish you for her own gain, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You'd get off with or without her help, and to hell with her bet! Your mind made up, you began thrusting upwards, shoving your hips against the warm underside of Tracy's cushy boob.
Tracy's smug smile faltered only after she saw you beginning to squirm... no wait, to thrust, against her. To give herself a better view of the underside of her chest, she quickly set the camera below the clear plastic table. Watching on her phone, Tracy observed your adorable little act of defiance, thinking you must have been really horny if you were trying that hard to get off already.
Tracy giggled as she eyed your engorged, swollen penis. "Heehee, I can tell." Just to see for herself, since this was her first time ever getting her hands on you , Tracy reached down and lightly prodded your tiny body, which was smaller than her fingertip, until she brushed up against your cock. Even at your diminutive size, she could tell your member was just rock hard. As she saw you panting at her slightest touch, Tracy mused, "Wow, she really did a number on you huh?"
Thankful to be away from the clumsy Stacy, but already feeling frustrated by Tracy's coy prodding, you sighed, "Y-yeah, no kidding. Um, speaking of which... can you pass me over to Ally? I really need to talk to her about ending this already..."
Considering your request, Tracy turned away from the other cheerleaders, who were hanging back and monitoring the laptop closely (or laughing at Stacy's show), "... I don't think so."
You shouted up at the planet sized girl, "What? Why not!?"
Tracy smirked at your tiny expression of surprise, and lifted you closer to her beautiful face, until you could smell her sweet, minty breath as she whispered. "Well, I don't think you heard, but we've got a betting pool going on how long it will take for you to, y'know, blow your load. And I've got a solid fifty bucks saying you'll last till the end of the show, which is in..." Tracy glanced at the clock, "Another like, ten minutes."
There was no way you could endure this agony for that long. You balked, "Fucking seriously!? Ally said she'd help me by now!"
Tracy only smiled at you cutely, "Yeah, but I'm not Ally!"
You couldn't believe the audacity of this girl, who was still just smirking at you and cupping you in the palm of her hand. "Fine, I'll just get someone else to help then!"
Tracy's lips came together as she pouted sarcastically, "Mmmm, that's not happening either. But don't worry, I know what will make time fly!" Before you could respond, Tracy pulled her stretchy latex top away, revealing her humongous, perky tits. You gawped as Tracy carefully lowered you down past her chest, which looked like two round, fleshy mountains to you. She placed your half-inch body below her chest, so you had to look up at her blimp-sized breasts where her pink nipples were outlined in the air high above you. You began to argue that this wasn't fair, but Tracy, unable to even see you past her chest, was already laughing, "Oh, try not to let these babies tip you over the edge, at least not for the next 10 minutes, haha!" before she let her latex top snap back into place.
The stretchy fabric at your backside immediately shot forwards, interrupting the furious comeback you were about to let out. Tracy's gigantic boob wobbled liked jello as your body slapped into its vast underside, before quickly engulfing your limbs as you sunk into skin thanks to the constricting latex. You let out a groan while your groin, which had nowhere else to go in the confines of this girl's top, pressed right into her flesh. You wondered, why the hell had Tracy stuffed you into her top, of all places? Tracy had actually considered her options only briefly, but the most fun option, obviously, was to keep you somewhere that you could get a nice, looong view of her assets, especially in your deliciously frustrated state.
Lacy, who spotted Tracy stuffing you into her top, whined, "Hey! How come Tracy gets to squish Tom more, but not me?"
Tracy snickered, sending massive jiggles through her chest against you, "You already had lots of time with the little guy, Lacy. Plus, he confided in me that he wanted to see what an extra-perky set of tits felt like, so I'm giving him a tour!" Tracy smirked at the pouty face Lacy made; her comment had probably ruffled the arrogant Lacy's feathers. Several other girls giggled at the thought of you begging for some time with Tracy's perfect rack. You meanwhile, wanted desperately to correct everyone; you did not want to be stuck to Tracy's goddamn body for another 10 minutes! You just wanted to finally cum and get your antidote, like they had promised you!
Ally came over, "Heehee, alright Tracy, but a lot of the audience is already asking where Tom went. Here..." Ally led Tracy over to a translucent plastic table, before grabbing the matching plastic chair that Stacy had used for her dance. There was a camera set on the table, angled upwards just so that a girl sitting in the right place would be fantastically featured for the viewers. Tracy, more than happy to oblige, plopped into the chair with a cute little bounce, "Sure thing, Sis! Let's just hope the little guy can resist me long enough for the fans to even get their money's worth, haha." God, Tracy was really getting on your nerves with her constant jabs. Wasn't it enough that she had smashed your exhausted body against her giant boob, just to win her dumb bet?
Ally, assuming you were in good hands, turned the camera on with a chuckle and chirped, "Alright you two, have fun. Take good care of Tommy for meeeee!" before she headed back over to the main group of cheerleaders, who were happily gossiping and still arguing over the betting pool, which was in a constant state of flux. Now the cheerleader's stream had two views: one of Stacy who was still happily strutting her stuff, and one labeled "Tommy Cam" which was focusing on Tracy's tightly clad bust perched over the table.
As she pulled up a view of the stream on her phone to see just how you were doing, Tracy was glad to spot the tiny bulge of your body in her spandex clothing. Tracy gave her chest a small playful shake, watching as you wobbled helplessly along with her; her plan was working flawlessly! All she had to do was keep you from getting off for another 9 minutes and the money would be hers, and there wasn't much Tracy loved more than to win. In fact, the only thing that gave her a bigger high than winning was beating someone else in a game.
As Tracy's mood soared, she teased, "Are you hanging in there, cutie? My big boobies aren't going to bother you, are they?" while her chest continuously jiggled against you. Smugly self assured that there was no way you could stop her, Tracy followed up with another sarcastic taunt, "Even if start booouncing?" and shook her chest slightly, just enough to make you sway around. She was delighted as she imagined your agitated cock being engulfed by the underside of her breast, thinking that you were so fun to play with and tease, as your angry shouting went unheard.
Having gotten sick of her completely unwarranted taunting, especially after she tried to squish you for her own gain, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You'd get off with or without her help, and to hell with her bet! Your mind made up, you began thrusting upwards, shoving your hips against the warm underside of Tracy's cushy boob.
Tracy's smug smile faltered only after she saw you beginning to squirm... no wait, to thrust, against her. To give herself a better view of the underside of her chest, she quickly set the camera below the clear plastic table. Watching on her phone, Tracy observed your adorable little act of defiance, thinking you must have been really horny if you were trying that hard to get off already.
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May 31, 2023
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