Tracy waits the clock out, and wins the bet
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 36
As her enormous chest continued to wobble against the clear tabletop, Tracy looked at the clock and whined, "Ugh! Another, like, five whole minutes to go..." You wanted to scream and ask why the hell she thought she had any right to be complaining right now, especially since you were the one who had to actually endure those minutes in a sexually frustrated daze.
Now that she could barely see the outline of your body beneath her breast now that she'd pounded you almost literally flat against, Tracy quickly became bored. Leaning to one side to rest her head in one hand, Tracy gave a dramatic sigh while her careless movement dragged her mountainous breast to one side. Feeling the tiny bulge of your whole body beneath her heavy flesh skin, Tracy figured you weren't going anywhere. Leaving you flattened to the table, the obnoxious, overly competitive girl began lazily fiddling with her phone to pass the time. Only occasionally would the stillness be interrupted if Tracy accidentally bumped her chest, causing it to rock heavily over your body. Or, worse yet, was when she'd see something funny on her cellphone and laugh, causing her gigantic tits to bounce, smashing your powerfully aching cock beneath her supple skin as you were forced to listen to her high pitched giggling. You just wondered how much more of this damn torture you’d have to endure at the hands of this irritating giantess...
On the other side of the room, Stacy was finally finishing her treadmill show, as she cheered and bounced around, "Whew! Well it's been fun, everybody, but that's all the time I have for today. Remember; if you love what you see, and I know you do, tune in next time for more of meeeee!!!" After blowing several kisses to the camera (and bending over to show off some cleavage), Stacy hopped off the treadmill and went back to the other cheerleaders. Several of them had just finished little cam-shows of their own, and they were now gathering to giggle and gossip about the continuing donations from fans. After a few minutes, you heard a big ruckus from that side of the room, before one of the girls shouted, "Hey Tracy! Are you going to collect your stupid bet, or what?"
Tracy, who had completely spaced out while playing on her phone, looked over with a confused expression, "Huh?" You had to lie and wait, as the stupid girl's gigantic boob continued to flatten you to the table, while she worked out what was going. "Oh... OH YEAH, THE BET! Is the time up already? Haha cool!" You felt a massive earthquake of motion as the girl who was 200 times your height got to her feet, before excitedly bounding over to the other side of the room, taking your helpless body along for the ride. As the front of your body was pounded into the underside of this giant girl's tit, you could hear her singing, "I won, I won, I woo-oon!" on her way over to the crowd of girls. Tracy’s unecessary seeming victory dance bounced her chest over you repeatedly, which only irritated you further.
Giddily bouncing to a stop, Tracy beamed, "Alright chumps. Pay up!" There was a chorus of grumbling and complaining as all the other cheerleaders, who had been so sure that you wouldn't be able to handle their teasing for so long, handed various dollar bills over. Tracy snickered and stuffed the wad of money into a purse under the table, as several other girls lamented their luck, “I thought for sure Stacy’s big ass would have gotten Tom...” “Same here, especially when she fell on him that fourth time in a row!” “Where’d he go, anyway? He’s not still stuck to Stacy’s butt is he?” Tracy wasn’t really listening, until she heard your name mentioned, and remembered the the bet you had so eagerly made with her (at least in her ego-driven memory). Excited that she still had someone left to gloat over, Tracy glanced back to the plastic table where she expected to see your flattened form, but you weren’t there. Tracy frowned, before she remembered that you were still jammed into the tight space between her uniform and round breast, and had been this entire time. Tracy plopped down on the couch, causing you to shake violently, as she looked down at her own gorgeous chest (not that she could see you, all the way on the underside of her massive boob).
Sounding far too casual for your liking, you heard Tracy mutter out loud, “I almost forgot about my little game with my little man! How are you doing down there, cutie? Are you just ready to burst?” Tracy lightly shook her chest, and laughed when she actually felt your tiny penis, which was still going strong, helplessly grinding into her skin with every movement she made. With an almost painfully smug tone, you heard Tracy murmur, “Ooooh, you might be! Something feels hard as a rock down there, hahaha!” You tried to scream in discontent, but Tracy couldn’t hear you over all of the other cheerleaders still gossipping behind her. Tracy, too busy gloating to even consider freeing you from her top now that there was no reason to keep you there, snickered and taunted, “So Tommy, now that I won our battle of willpower fair and square...” Tracy casually lifted her chest into the air, squeezing you tightly beneath it’s weight as she made sure you could hear her bragging, “Are you ready to give me myyy reward?” Tracy patiently listened for a response, before she barely made out the furious, FINE, WHATEVER, CAN YOU PULL ME OUT FIRST!? that buzzed out against chest. Being half an inch tall, you really had trouble sounding authoritative... Tracy grinned, thinking it was adorable how cute and tiny your voice sounded from beneath her boob, “Hmm, why? I don’t remember that being part of our agreement.”
You screamed in disbelief against the soft flesh enveloping your face, YOU’RE GOING TO LEAVE ME HERE!? WHAT THE FUCK, TRACY! Tracy casually mocked your anger, “Wow, like, someone’s being a poor sport!” Then she let her chest drop, causing it to bounce heavily. As your body wobbled incessantly against her skin, Tracy continued, “I think you’re just being a poor sport after losing. Tell you what, since I know you’re sad about missing a chance to blow your little load all over these babies...” Tracy shook her chest a bit, jostling you violently with her care free motions, “I’ll even let you finish yourself off against my perfect tits, if you wanna rub one out real quick to cheer yourself up, heehee!” Tracy smirked, feeling pleased with her ‘generous’ offer. You were so exhausted, and so desparate, that at this point you were strongly considering it... even though you HATED the idea of Tracy, possibly the most annoying and smug cheerleader yet, being the one to make you climax. Why couldn’t it have been a nicer girl like Ally, or even Stacy? Your thoughts were interrupted as Tracy poked you with one finger, clumsily stuffing your tiny body up into the hanging weight of her tit with a giggle, “Here, I’ll even give you a hand, hahaha!” Tracy’s whole fingertip disappeared into her soft, spongy breast, bulldozing your entire body along with it as she slowly pushed you further and further.
Just as your cock was painfully squishing up into her jiggling flesh by her fingertip, Tracy stopped, leaving you crushed flat. “Oh wait, I almost forgot...” God, what now? You felt some agonizing jiggling as Tracy reached for something with her free hand, then heard a briefcase opening as she said, “Since I won, I get to drink some of your fancy growth stuff!” Wait, she had been SERIOUS about that!? You thrashed and cried for Tracy to stop, but you were literally crushed too firmly against her tit to move. And it sounded like she was already popping the cap from one of your precious vials... “To the victor go the spoils, haha!” You could hardly believe what you were hearing, as Tracy gulped a bottle of your serum, then smacked her lips noisily. “Aaah, that was pretty tasty! Hey Tommy, mind if I have another? You’re busy, like, going to town on my boob anyway right?”
Without even waiting for your response, Tracy flipped the cap off another vial, and swallowed it. “Mm, it tastes sweet, like an energy drink!” As Tracy downed more of your growth antidote, you could do nothing but agonize over the feeling of your sore cock throbbing and pressing against her perfectly smooth skin. Thanks to the pressure she was exerting on you, you felt a few drops of cum leaking from your cock as her movements made her bounce around, without receiving enough stimulation to actually end your urge. Worse yet, you felt a strange tingling sensation overtaking you, as Tracy drank vial after vial of your serum.
What is happening to you?
Now that she could barely see the outline of your body beneath her breast now that she'd pounded you almost literally flat against, Tracy quickly became bored. Leaning to one side to rest her head in one hand, Tracy gave a dramatic sigh while her careless movement dragged her mountainous breast to one side. Feeling the tiny bulge of your whole body beneath her heavy flesh skin, Tracy figured you weren't going anywhere. Leaving you flattened to the table, the obnoxious, overly competitive girl began lazily fiddling with her phone to pass the time. Only occasionally would the stillness be interrupted if Tracy accidentally bumped her chest, causing it to rock heavily over your body. Or, worse yet, was when she'd see something funny on her cellphone and laugh, causing her gigantic tits to bounce, smashing your powerfully aching cock beneath her supple skin as you were forced to listen to her high pitched giggling. You just wondered how much more of this damn torture you’d have to endure at the hands of this irritating giantess...
On the other side of the room, Stacy was finally finishing her treadmill show, as she cheered and bounced around, "Whew! Well it's been fun, everybody, but that's all the time I have for today. Remember; if you love what you see, and I know you do, tune in next time for more of meeeee!!!" After blowing several kisses to the camera (and bending over to show off some cleavage), Stacy hopped off the treadmill and went back to the other cheerleaders. Several of them had just finished little cam-shows of their own, and they were now gathering to giggle and gossip about the continuing donations from fans. After a few minutes, you heard a big ruckus from that side of the room, before one of the girls shouted, "Hey Tracy! Are you going to collect your stupid bet, or what?"
Tracy, who had completely spaced out while playing on her phone, looked over with a confused expression, "Huh?" You had to lie and wait, as the stupid girl's gigantic boob continued to flatten you to the table, while she worked out what was going. "Oh... OH YEAH, THE BET! Is the time up already? Haha cool!" You felt a massive earthquake of motion as the girl who was 200 times your height got to her feet, before excitedly bounding over to the other side of the room, taking your helpless body along for the ride. As the front of your body was pounded into the underside of this giant girl's tit, you could hear her singing, "I won, I won, I woo-oon!" on her way over to the crowd of girls. Tracy’s unecessary seeming victory dance bounced her chest over you repeatedly, which only irritated you further.
Giddily bouncing to a stop, Tracy beamed, "Alright chumps. Pay up!" There was a chorus of grumbling and complaining as all the other cheerleaders, who had been so sure that you wouldn't be able to handle their teasing for so long, handed various dollar bills over. Tracy snickered and stuffed the wad of money into a purse under the table, as several other girls lamented their luck, “I thought for sure Stacy’s big ass would have gotten Tom...” “Same here, especially when she fell on him that fourth time in a row!” “Where’d he go, anyway? He’s not still stuck to Stacy’s butt is he?” Tracy wasn’t really listening, until she heard your name mentioned, and remembered the the bet you had so eagerly made with her (at least in her ego-driven memory). Excited that she still had someone left to gloat over, Tracy glanced back to the plastic table where she expected to see your flattened form, but you weren’t there. Tracy frowned, before she remembered that you were still jammed into the tight space between her uniform and round breast, and had been this entire time. Tracy plopped down on the couch, causing you to shake violently, as she looked down at her own gorgeous chest (not that she could see you, all the way on the underside of her massive boob).
Sounding far too casual for your liking, you heard Tracy mutter out loud, “I almost forgot about my little game with my little man! How are you doing down there, cutie? Are you just ready to burst?” Tracy lightly shook her chest, and laughed when she actually felt your tiny penis, which was still going strong, helplessly grinding into her skin with every movement she made. With an almost painfully smug tone, you heard Tracy murmur, “Ooooh, you might be! Something feels hard as a rock down there, hahaha!” You tried to scream in discontent, but Tracy couldn’t hear you over all of the other cheerleaders still gossipping behind her. Tracy, too busy gloating to even consider freeing you from her top now that there was no reason to keep you there, snickered and taunted, “So Tommy, now that I won our battle of willpower fair and square...” Tracy casually lifted her chest into the air, squeezing you tightly beneath it’s weight as she made sure you could hear her bragging, “Are you ready to give me myyy reward?” Tracy patiently listened for a response, before she barely made out the furious, FINE, WHATEVER, CAN YOU PULL ME OUT FIRST!? that buzzed out against chest. Being half an inch tall, you really had trouble sounding authoritative... Tracy grinned, thinking it was adorable how cute and tiny your voice sounded from beneath her boob, “Hmm, why? I don’t remember that being part of our agreement.”
You screamed in disbelief against the soft flesh enveloping your face, YOU’RE GOING TO LEAVE ME HERE!? WHAT THE FUCK, TRACY! Tracy casually mocked your anger, “Wow, like, someone’s being a poor sport!” Then she let her chest drop, causing it to bounce heavily. As your body wobbled incessantly against her skin, Tracy continued, “I think you’re just being a poor sport after losing. Tell you what, since I know you’re sad about missing a chance to blow your little load all over these babies...” Tracy shook her chest a bit, jostling you violently with her care free motions, “I’ll even let you finish yourself off against my perfect tits, if you wanna rub one out real quick to cheer yourself up, heehee!” Tracy smirked, feeling pleased with her ‘generous’ offer. You were so exhausted, and so desparate, that at this point you were strongly considering it... even though you HATED the idea of Tracy, possibly the most annoying and smug cheerleader yet, being the one to make you climax. Why couldn’t it have been a nicer girl like Ally, or even Stacy? Your thoughts were interrupted as Tracy poked you with one finger, clumsily stuffing your tiny body up into the hanging weight of her tit with a giggle, “Here, I’ll even give you a hand, hahaha!” Tracy’s whole fingertip disappeared into her soft, spongy breast, bulldozing your entire body along with it as she slowly pushed you further and further.
Just as your cock was painfully squishing up into her jiggling flesh by her fingertip, Tracy stopped, leaving you crushed flat. “Oh wait, I almost forgot...” God, what now? You felt some agonizing jiggling as Tracy reached for something with her free hand, then heard a briefcase opening as she said, “Since I won, I get to drink some of your fancy growth stuff!” Wait, she had been SERIOUS about that!? You thrashed and cried for Tracy to stop, but you were literally crushed too firmly against her tit to move. And it sounded like she was already popping the cap from one of your precious vials... “To the victor go the spoils, haha!” You could hardly believe what you were hearing, as Tracy gulped a bottle of your serum, then smacked her lips noisily. “Aaah, that was pretty tasty! Hey Tommy, mind if I have another? You’re busy, like, going to town on my boob anyway right?”
Without even waiting for your response, Tracy flipped the cap off another vial, and swallowed it. “Mm, it tastes sweet, like an energy drink!” As Tracy downed more of your growth antidote, you could do nothing but agonize over the feeling of your sore cock throbbing and pressing against her perfectly smooth skin. Thanks to the pressure she was exerting on you, you felt a few drops of cum leaking from your cock as her movements made her bounce around, without receiving enough stimulation to actually end your urge. Worse yet, you felt a strange tingling sensation overtaking you, as Tracy drank vial after vial of your serum.
What is happening to you?
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May 31, 2023
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