Yasmine shows you her outfit
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 6
Yasmine, staring into your eyes as if eager to see what your response would be, softly asked, "Would you like to see what I'll be wearing in the ring?" Yasmine watched you squirming uncomfortably and fumbling for an answer, before she added, "So you'll know what to expect." You could only nod dumbly. The petite girl slowly stood up and turned around. For the first time you saw Yasmine from the back, and you realized that she couldn't be at all described as "small" compared to you. Her ass was gigantic, and the tight skirt wrapped around it definitely didn't make it look any smaller. You briefly wondered if she could even fit her booty in the chair you were sitting in. Wait, was she gyrating her hips? It seemed like she was, subtly, as she unbuttoned her blouse. Holy crap! You realized that she was sliding her shirt down her slender arms, leaving her toned back completely bare, except for her long dark hair draped over her shoulders. You had been so distracted by her swaying hips that you hadn't even noticed that she was getting changed, right in front of you.
You wondered why she hadn't asked you to leave, and you stammered in both embarrassment and surprise, "Uhm, Y-yasmine, did you want me to uh, l-leave while you... get dressed?" Yasmine turned slightly, glancing over her shoulder at you, and said innocently, "Not unless YOU want to, Tommy." Then she flicked her blouse over the back of your chair. You were given just a momentary glimpse of one of her enormous tits as she turned slightly; they were so big you could see their smooth sides from the back, but then she had looked ahead and reached for something shiny on a table. Normally you didn't like being called 'Tommy' but right now... you couldn't care less. You just stared, mouth slightly agape, as the belly dancer continued swaying her hips left and right, as if urging you to continue keep your attention on her, as she hooked a lacey black bra with gold trim around her back.
When Yasmine turns around, you see that she's donned a tight, black and gold bra that is struggling to contain her round breasts. You were about to yammer out a compliment, before she lightly pressed a finger to your lips, and hushed you. "I'm not done yet." she explained. You closed your mouth as Yasmine walked around to the side of the chair, before extending a muscular calf right across your vision, and onto the armrest across from you. Yasmine had braced herself so that her uncovered thigh was hovering inches from your face, as she continued to unclasp her skirt.
You felt dizzying sensation hit you, briefly, but before you could figure out what it was Yasmine's skirt fell away, revealing her wide hips clad in only a frilly black piece of underwear, showing off her very large, muscular thighs. You looked up at Yasmine (had she always been so much taller than you?) just as she bent forward, bringing her gigantic breasts down to your eye level. Each of Yasmine's brown, jiggling breasts came nearer and nearer, as she reached out to deposit her skirt onto a small table beside your chair. You almost stopped breathing as her enormous bosom hung right above your face, clad in only a tight and thin bra.
Just when you thought Yasmine couldn't get any closer, her chest impacted your face, lightly pressing you back against the chair as she tried to lean past you. With her cleavage engulfing part of your face, Yasmine carefully fiddled with something on the side table. If she had noticed what had happened, she didn't seem bothered, as she took her sweet time with whatever she was doing, sending small jiggles through her breasts and against your face. You felt the incredibly warmth of Yasmine's chest as she flushed with heat, and you realized with dread that you had an uncontrollably erection beneath your shorts. You hoped Yasmine wouldn't notice that.
After finally getting whatever she had been looking for, Yasmine gave her chest a tiny shake, bouncing both of her breasts against your face one final time, and stood up. You were still gasping for breath when you looked up and saw that Yasmine was stepping around to the front of your chair again. You caught a brief glimpse of one of the biggest asses you had ever seen, jiggling and swaying, just before an ornate golden shawl hid it from view. You glanced up to see Yasmine, looking happy with herself, as she stood right in front of the chair. God, she was gorgeous. Her black and gold clothing was almost as dazzling as she was. For the second time in the last ten minutes, you wondered if she had always been so tall. The chair you were in felt bigger, too.
Just as you had turned your attention away from Yasmine, she asked coyly, "You wouldn't mind if I took a seat, while I grab something, would you? " Trying to be polite, you nodded, "Y-yeah, of course." It was only when the girl turned around and began lowering her huge rear end towards you that she had been talking about YOUR chair. You looked down and saw that Yasmine's tremendous behind, seemingly wider than your arms reach, was about to land right where your erection was still sticking up defiantly. You began spluttering something in an attempt to get Yasmine to stop, but she wasn't listening. After flicking her shawl out of the way, giving you another brief view of her massive ass cheeks, Yasmine settled her gigantic ass into your lap. You let out a light "Oof!" as she sunk into the cushioned chair, pushing you down beneath her weight, as her two ass cheeks bounced against either side of your erection. Your earlier thoughts about this chair barely fitting her were accurate: Yasmine's hips were stuffed between the arm-rests, putting more pressure against you as she squished herself into the confined chair.
Yasmine cutely wiggled her behind against you, causing you to grit your teeth as she said with a lightly mocking tone, "I told you I'd share if I wanted to!" You couldn't tell if Yasmine was aware of how badly she was grinding her ass against your dick (how could she not be!?), but she continued to lightly oscillate her hips up and down as she bent over and opened up the ottoman she had been sitting on earlier, which was apparently also a secret container. You squeezed the armrests as hard as you could, trying to urge your erection away, but Yasmine's continuous wiggling was making that an exercise in futility. You grimaced as Yasmine finally sat back up straight, pushing your cock between her butt cheeks as more of her weight bore down on you. You looked up just as Yasmine gracefully twisted around, swinging both legs over an arm-rest (and grinding your ass beneath her) as she turned to partly face you.
Yasmine Bishara had put a glamorous but simple black veil around her face, which partially covered her from the nose down, though it was partially see through. There was also a small gold necklace, with a pendant that seemed to only draw more attention to her outrageous cleavage. Actually, as you looked Yasmine over, she seemed to be adorned with all sorts of elegant, golden jewelry. There was even a simple golden belly button piercing, that made her smooth stomach look all the more attractive. You had to admit that, after completing her ensemble, Yasmine looked truly captivating. You thought you could see a smug smile behind Yasmine's veil and it's gold trim, as if Yasmine was having the time of her life as she watched you admiring her. You got the sense that Yasmine absolutely loved to be adored and fawned over, and probably didn't get as much attention as she'd have preferred in woman's wrestling league.
Drawing you out of your trance, Yasmine draped her arms over your shoulders and leaned just a tiny bit closer to you, until her tits had pressed against your chest and almost pushed up against your chin. You could smell some perfume coming off of her, which was making it even harder for you to think. Yasmine bounced in place, making you shudder as your cock was actually shoved partway between her ass cheeks, before she asked seductively, "So, Tommy, how do I look? Is this more like what you were expecting from a belly dancer?" You, unable to look away from Yasmine's dark green eyes (both because her breasts were almost pushing your head upwards and because you didn't have the willpower to break her gaze), cleared your throat and tried to focus. Jokingly, you said, "W-well, yes, but I will say that I d-definitely only feel even more underdressed than before."
The belly dancer sitting on your lap raised her eyebrows, seemingly surprised at your ability to concentrate enough to make a joke after all her efforts to lull you into a stupor, before she burst out laughing. Trying to hide her momentary break in character, Yasmine turns and covers her face with one hand, while she used her other arm, still hooked behind your neck, to pull you closer. You ended up having your face shoved into her awaiting cleavage as she continues to giggle uncontrollably. You held back a groan as you felt Yasmine's hips vibrating against your stiff cock as she shook with laughter. Surprised and unable to breath, you wrapped your arms around Yasmine's waist, trying to lift her off of you, but your focus was destroyed as you felt her smooth, supple skin against your hands. She also seemed much heavier than you would have expected, from such a slender girl. Spurred on by your embrace, Yasmine continued to giggle for another few minutes, as she enjoyed feeling your cock throbbing beneath her posterior and your hands running up and down her back and stomach. What Yasmine hadn't wanted you to know yet was that your hands were tickling her, which was exciting her immensely.
After calming down, and wiping a tear from her eye, Yasmine leaned back, letting you peel your face from her quivering tits. She stared down at you with fascination and a bit of something else (was that lust?) as she tried to get her breathing under control, while you merely tried to breathe again. As Yasmine stares down at you...
You wondered why she hadn't asked you to leave, and you stammered in both embarrassment and surprise, "Uhm, Y-yasmine, did you want me to uh, l-leave while you... get dressed?" Yasmine turned slightly, glancing over her shoulder at you, and said innocently, "Not unless YOU want to, Tommy." Then she flicked her blouse over the back of your chair. You were given just a momentary glimpse of one of her enormous tits as she turned slightly; they were so big you could see their smooth sides from the back, but then she had looked ahead and reached for something shiny on a table. Normally you didn't like being called 'Tommy' but right now... you couldn't care less. You just stared, mouth slightly agape, as the belly dancer continued swaying her hips left and right, as if urging you to continue keep your attention on her, as she hooked a lacey black bra with gold trim around her back.
When Yasmine turns around, you see that she's donned a tight, black and gold bra that is struggling to contain her round breasts. You were about to yammer out a compliment, before she lightly pressed a finger to your lips, and hushed you. "I'm not done yet." she explained. You closed your mouth as Yasmine walked around to the side of the chair, before extending a muscular calf right across your vision, and onto the armrest across from you. Yasmine had braced herself so that her uncovered thigh was hovering inches from your face, as she continued to unclasp her skirt.
You felt dizzying sensation hit you, briefly, but before you could figure out what it was Yasmine's skirt fell away, revealing her wide hips clad in only a frilly black piece of underwear, showing off her very large, muscular thighs. You looked up at Yasmine (had she always been so much taller than you?) just as she bent forward, bringing her gigantic breasts down to your eye level. Each of Yasmine's brown, jiggling breasts came nearer and nearer, as she reached out to deposit her skirt onto a small table beside your chair. You almost stopped breathing as her enormous bosom hung right above your face, clad in only a tight and thin bra.
Just when you thought Yasmine couldn't get any closer, her chest impacted your face, lightly pressing you back against the chair as she tried to lean past you. With her cleavage engulfing part of your face, Yasmine carefully fiddled with something on the side table. If she had noticed what had happened, she didn't seem bothered, as she took her sweet time with whatever she was doing, sending small jiggles through her breasts and against your face. You felt the incredibly warmth of Yasmine's chest as she flushed with heat, and you realized with dread that you had an uncontrollably erection beneath your shorts. You hoped Yasmine wouldn't notice that.
After finally getting whatever she had been looking for, Yasmine gave her chest a tiny shake, bouncing both of her breasts against your face one final time, and stood up. You were still gasping for breath when you looked up and saw that Yasmine was stepping around to the front of your chair again. You caught a brief glimpse of one of the biggest asses you had ever seen, jiggling and swaying, just before an ornate golden shawl hid it from view. You glanced up to see Yasmine, looking happy with herself, as she stood right in front of the chair. God, she was gorgeous. Her black and gold clothing was almost as dazzling as she was. For the second time in the last ten minutes, you wondered if she had always been so tall. The chair you were in felt bigger, too.
Just as you had turned your attention away from Yasmine, she asked coyly, "You wouldn't mind if I took a seat, while I grab something, would you? " Trying to be polite, you nodded, "Y-yeah, of course." It was only when the girl turned around and began lowering her huge rear end towards you that she had been talking about YOUR chair. You looked down and saw that Yasmine's tremendous behind, seemingly wider than your arms reach, was about to land right where your erection was still sticking up defiantly. You began spluttering something in an attempt to get Yasmine to stop, but she wasn't listening. After flicking her shawl out of the way, giving you another brief view of her massive ass cheeks, Yasmine settled her gigantic ass into your lap. You let out a light "Oof!" as she sunk into the cushioned chair, pushing you down beneath her weight, as her two ass cheeks bounced against either side of your erection. Your earlier thoughts about this chair barely fitting her were accurate: Yasmine's hips were stuffed between the arm-rests, putting more pressure against you as she squished herself into the confined chair.
Yasmine cutely wiggled her behind against you, causing you to grit your teeth as she said with a lightly mocking tone, "I told you I'd share if I wanted to!" You couldn't tell if Yasmine was aware of how badly she was grinding her ass against your dick (how could she not be!?), but she continued to lightly oscillate her hips up and down as she bent over and opened up the ottoman she had been sitting on earlier, which was apparently also a secret container. You squeezed the armrests as hard as you could, trying to urge your erection away, but Yasmine's continuous wiggling was making that an exercise in futility. You grimaced as Yasmine finally sat back up straight, pushing your cock between her butt cheeks as more of her weight bore down on you. You looked up just as Yasmine gracefully twisted around, swinging both legs over an arm-rest (and grinding your ass beneath her) as she turned to partly face you.
Yasmine Bishara had put a glamorous but simple black veil around her face, which partially covered her from the nose down, though it was partially see through. There was also a small gold necklace, with a pendant that seemed to only draw more attention to her outrageous cleavage. Actually, as you looked Yasmine over, she seemed to be adorned with all sorts of elegant, golden jewelry. There was even a simple golden belly button piercing, that made her smooth stomach look all the more attractive. You had to admit that, after completing her ensemble, Yasmine looked truly captivating. You thought you could see a smug smile behind Yasmine's veil and it's gold trim, as if Yasmine was having the time of her life as she watched you admiring her. You got the sense that Yasmine absolutely loved to be adored and fawned over, and probably didn't get as much attention as she'd have preferred in woman's wrestling league.
Drawing you out of your trance, Yasmine draped her arms over your shoulders and leaned just a tiny bit closer to you, until her tits had pressed against your chest and almost pushed up against your chin. You could smell some perfume coming off of her, which was making it even harder for you to think. Yasmine bounced in place, making you shudder as your cock was actually shoved partway between her ass cheeks, before she asked seductively, "So, Tommy, how do I look? Is this more like what you were expecting from a belly dancer?" You, unable to look away from Yasmine's dark green eyes (both because her breasts were almost pushing your head upwards and because you didn't have the willpower to break her gaze), cleared your throat and tried to focus. Jokingly, you said, "W-well, yes, but I will say that I d-definitely only feel even more underdressed than before."
The belly dancer sitting on your lap raised her eyebrows, seemingly surprised at your ability to concentrate enough to make a joke after all her efforts to lull you into a stupor, before she burst out laughing. Trying to hide her momentary break in character, Yasmine turns and covers her face with one hand, while she used her other arm, still hooked behind your neck, to pull you closer. You ended up having your face shoved into her awaiting cleavage as she continues to giggle uncontrollably. You held back a groan as you felt Yasmine's hips vibrating against your stiff cock as she shook with laughter. Surprised and unable to breath, you wrapped your arms around Yasmine's waist, trying to lift her off of you, but your focus was destroyed as you felt her smooth, supple skin against your hands. She also seemed much heavier than you would have expected, from such a slender girl. Spurred on by your embrace, Yasmine continued to giggle for another few minutes, as she enjoyed feeling your cock throbbing beneath her posterior and your hands running up and down her back and stomach. What Yasmine hadn't wanted you to know yet was that your hands were tickling her, which was exciting her immensely.
After calming down, and wiping a tear from her eye, Yasmine leaned back, letting you peel your face from her quivering tits. She stared down at you with fascination and a bit of something else (was that lust?) as she tried to get her breathing under control, while you merely tried to breathe again. As Yasmine stares down at you...
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May 31, 2023
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