Tracy makes things interesting, part 2
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 35
After a minute of staring at the spandex outline of your body the camera display, a thought occurred to Tracy; you were so friggin small, would she even notice if you actually orgasmed? Or would it be hidden by her monstrous tit? Contemplating this curious little dilemma, Tracy pinched the edges of her top and lifted her breasts from the table. The human-shaped but pea-sized lump where you were located against the vast, round underside of her ascending boob reappeared as her cushy skin expelled you into the spandex. Then, ponderously, she let go, causing her chest to slam back against the table, instantly pulverizing and flattening your little body into hers. Tracy smirked when she thought, for just a second, she might have felt your diamond hard cock indenting into her jiggling skin. Speaking out loud just so you'd hear, Tracy scoffed, "What do you think, Tommy? Is it hard lasting this long, with such a fantastic pair of tits bouncing your face?"
Starting to have fun, Tracy lifted her breasts before dropping them again, making sure you splattered against the table dead center in the camera's view so she could watch you jiggle. She couldn't get over the fact you looked like an ant trying to hold back a water balloon, or something, as you were flattened. Tracy had lifted her chest by the straps of her stretchy top, and was about to drop you for a third time, when she heard the faintest sound of masculine screaming. Pausing, Tracy craned her neck to listen closely, and managed to catch you begging, "Tracy, for fuck's sake, stop! Please!!"
Sounding totally innocent, Tracy cooed, "Haha, why? If anything, wouldn't this like, help you?" and dropped her chest. Tracy's unstoppably heavy bust slammed you into the table, only to be slowly brought into the air as she hoisted you up again. Indifferent to the torture you were going through, Tracy cheered, "Wow, I can squish your whooole body like that!"
You had to take a deep breath to contain your aggravation, lest it get you into more trouble with her. Hoping you could convince her to stop somehow, you cried, "But you're CRUSHING me every time! D-don't you care about your bet!?"
Tracy shrugged, "Yeah, I can feel your stiffy down there, but I'm preeetty sure my boob's too heavy for a squirt like you to handle, heehee!" Tracy giggled to herself, proud of her grade-A smacktalk, only to pout when she caught you frantically humping the underside of her breast as you hovered in the air above the table, "H-hey!" Determined not to let you win, Tracy released her top. You let out a terse grunt when you were slammed down and immobilized beneath a pile of warm, bouncy flesh. "Nice try tiny, but you've still got 6 more minutes to go!" Tracy only smirked when she looked down to see her bosom wobbling energetically from the impact, keeping you safely flattened beneath her.
Feeling extra smug after having 'cleverly' stopped you from trying to 'cheat' her out of her victory, Tracy sneered, "Aww, so close." Tracy was loving every second of this little game that she had come up with, even if (especially if) the odds were so stacked in her favor. But winning by a landslide wasn't enough for her; she liked to rub her victories in other people's faces, and let them think they had a chance of winning. And that's just what she was going to do!
While she let her perky breasts work off the momentum from their impact by jiggling against you, Tracy boasted some more, "Haha, y'know cutie, if anything, my big boobies are probably a liability right now, since I bet they're, like, totally helping you get off huh?" When her irritating little jab failed to get a response from you, Tracy quickly hopped up and down on her chair to make her soft chest to heave upwards and separate from the table, only to slam right back down with a jelly-like wobble. "Especially, like, with all this bouncing... how can you even focus down there?" Tracy made sure to keep her chest in a slow but rhythmical state of bouncing, laughing as she imagined your aching cock being uselessly flattened beneath her tit with each motion. "Gosh, I better be careful about bouncing too much, or little Tommy might get the upper hand!" Tracy burst out laughing again, unable to help herself as she continued to watch the tiny bulge of your body completely flatten into her all encompassing, planet-sized boob every time she leisurely let it slam and ricochet off the table. Jesus H Christ, if this girl didn't back off you were going to go completely insane with lust... You could feel your balls swelling in anticipation, but as long as Tracy was leisurely causing her breasts jiggle against your genitals, just enough to keep you under a constant and infuriating pressure, you wouldn't get any closer to actually cumming. And she knew it.
What next?
Starting to have fun, Tracy lifted her breasts before dropping them again, making sure you splattered against the table dead center in the camera's view so she could watch you jiggle. She couldn't get over the fact you looked like an ant trying to hold back a water balloon, or something, as you were flattened. Tracy had lifted her chest by the straps of her stretchy top, and was about to drop you for a third time, when she heard the faintest sound of masculine screaming. Pausing, Tracy craned her neck to listen closely, and managed to catch you begging, "Tracy, for fuck's sake, stop! Please!!"
Sounding totally innocent, Tracy cooed, "Haha, why? If anything, wouldn't this like, help you?" and dropped her chest. Tracy's unstoppably heavy bust slammed you into the table, only to be slowly brought into the air as she hoisted you up again. Indifferent to the torture you were going through, Tracy cheered, "Wow, I can squish your whooole body like that!"
You had to take a deep breath to contain your aggravation, lest it get you into more trouble with her. Hoping you could convince her to stop somehow, you cried, "But you're CRUSHING me every time! D-don't you care about your bet!?"
Tracy shrugged, "Yeah, I can feel your stiffy down there, but I'm preeetty sure my boob's too heavy for a squirt like you to handle, heehee!" Tracy giggled to herself, proud of her grade-A smacktalk, only to pout when she caught you frantically humping the underside of her breast as you hovered in the air above the table, "H-hey!" Determined not to let you win, Tracy released her top. You let out a terse grunt when you were slammed down and immobilized beneath a pile of warm, bouncy flesh. "Nice try tiny, but you've still got 6 more minutes to go!" Tracy only smirked when she looked down to see her bosom wobbling energetically from the impact, keeping you safely flattened beneath her.
Feeling extra smug after having 'cleverly' stopped you from trying to 'cheat' her out of her victory, Tracy sneered, "Aww, so close." Tracy was loving every second of this little game that she had come up with, even if (especially if) the odds were so stacked in her favor. But winning by a landslide wasn't enough for her; she liked to rub her victories in other people's faces, and let them think they had a chance of winning. And that's just what she was going to do!
While she let her perky breasts work off the momentum from their impact by jiggling against you, Tracy boasted some more, "Haha, y'know cutie, if anything, my big boobies are probably a liability right now, since I bet they're, like, totally helping you get off huh?" When her irritating little jab failed to get a response from you, Tracy quickly hopped up and down on her chair to make her soft chest to heave upwards and separate from the table, only to slam right back down with a jelly-like wobble. "Especially, like, with all this bouncing... how can you even focus down there?" Tracy made sure to keep her chest in a slow but rhythmical state of bouncing, laughing as she imagined your aching cock being uselessly flattened beneath her tit with each motion. "Gosh, I better be careful about bouncing too much, or little Tommy might get the upper hand!" Tracy burst out laughing again, unable to help herself as she continued to watch the tiny bulge of your body completely flatten into her all encompassing, planet-sized boob every time she leisurely let it slam and ricochet off the table. Jesus H Christ, if this girl didn't back off you were going to go completely insane with lust... You could feel your balls swelling in anticipation, but as long as Tracy was leisurely causing her breasts jiggle against your genitals, just enough to keep you under a constant and infuriating pressure, you wouldn't get any closer to actually cumming. And she knew it.
What next?
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May 31, 2023
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