Veronica takes you both to her dressing room
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 20
The walk to wherever it is you’re going isn’t that eventful, but, along the way, you notice that both women are walking awfully close to you, a little too close. Both wrestling amazons confidently saunter down the hallway as you struggle to keep pace in between them, your smaller size making them look all the more imposing as they nearly sandwich you with their huge bodies. You can nearly feel the heat emanating from them as you struggle to keep your eyes focused on the path ahead of you instead of letting them wander towards the distracting sights around you, fearing it might trigger another shrinking spurt. But it’s not easy.
From the corners of your vision, you can see humongous hips swaying or massive breasts bouncing nearby you, and that’s just from Yasmine and Veronica. You quickly notice that this league is full of gorgeous women, each one dressed in outrageous, scantily-clad outfits, strutting about (You just passed by one flashy woman who apparently threw out the front of her leotard and replaced it with two pasties, letting her massive breasts bounce free). Even the staff here, such as the referees and Touko’s attendants, wear tight-fitting uniforms that are hard to miss. Thanks to the Showrunner’s freaking serum, there’s no safe place for you to look in this building. You might as well wrestle with a blindfold (a gimmick you’d much rather take than uncontrollable shrinking).
Just when you catch yourself looking a little too long at a passing blonde nurse in a skimpy uniform, Veronica says, “Ah, here we are.” You look up to see a dressing room door with the name “Jezebel” emblazoned on it in a fiery font, the “J” in the name fashioned to look like a whip.
“Wait, you brought us to your dressing room,” you ask. “How’s this supposed to be any more relaxing than a sauna?”
Veronica bends forward a little, deliberately letting her massive, hanging cleavage eclipse more of your vision. “The sauna’s wonderful, love, but it’s not very...private. I thought a change to a more intimate location might help you enjoy the ‘beautiful sights’ a little more thoroughly,” she says sultrily before opening the door and stepping inside.
Sensing your hesitation again, Yasmine grabs your hand and says, “It’s alright, Tommy, Jez won’t bite...not unless you beg her to, haha,” before leading you inside.
Hoping it’ll distract from the nervousness you’re feeling, you try to keep focused on the task at hand. “So, now that we’re here, what’s this big, relaxing thing you have planned for us, Veronica?”
“Oh, you’ll see in just a sec, Tommy, but, for now, feel free to have a seat.” Veronica walks up to a lone seat and gestures for Yasmine to bring you to it and have you sit down. When you do, both women, each standing adjacent to you again, share a look before Veronica says, “Pardon us girls for just a few moments, love. We’re just gonna go grab some refreshments for us all, to start out with. Try not to miss us too much while we’re gone.” They walk past you, and, as they do, you feel them deliberately brush one of their soft, warm butt cheeks against your face, stimulating you a little more before leaving you alone.
For the next minute or two, you kill time by glancing around Veronica’s dressing room. You can quickly tell that red is Veronica’s favorite color, because nearly everything inside is covered in it. You see a plethora of provocative outfits, props, and toys scattered across the room, each of which providing glimpses into Veronica's seductive, playful, and dominating sides and making you worry what might happen to you if you’re ever alone with her. Fortunately, with someone as composed as Yasmine around, things shouldn’t escalate too much while you’re in here (you hope).
Your train of thought is broken when you hear someone quickly approach you from behind. Before you can look around to see who it is, you hear a pair of clamping sounds by your arms, currently resting on the chair armrests. You look down to see that, in a blink of an eye, your arms have been handcuffed to the chair! “H-hey! What the--!?”
“Too slow, love.” Veronica smiles wryly while stepping in front of you, twirling two more handcuffs in her fingers. In another quick motion, a clear testament to her bondage skills, Veronica reaches down and cuffs your legs to the chair, just as a smiling Yasmine steps back into view.
“Sorry about this, Tommy. When Veronica suggested this to me, I couldn’t possibly say no.”
“Suggest what to you? What the hell’s going on!? Let me go!” You demand as you struggle against your restraints in vain. “Just what part of this is supposed to be relaxing!?”
“Well, love, after seeing how much fun we were having with you in the sauna, I suggested to Yasmine how much more fun we could have with you in a more...well, let’s say ‘controlled’ environment,” Veronica explains as she stands up. “After all, we pro wrestlers love having a captive audience.” With that last sentence, Veronica leans in towards you and gently shakes her chest, forcing you to watch her swaying breasts for a few moments.
“B-but, I’m not a fanboy. I’m a wrestler, just like you two.”
“You might wind up becoming both by the time we’re done with you, love,” Veronica retorts. “And just to make sure you won’t be going anywhere before the show’s over…” Veronica takes the key to the handcuffs and stuffs it into her pale cleavage, fully hiding it from view. “Oh, and one more thing,” Veronica says before grabbing a nearby gag and quickly tying it around your mouth, silencing your protests. “We don’t want too many comments from the peanut gallery spoiling our fun right away. Don’t worry, love: we'll take it off soon enough, when we want to hear you say how much you're enjoying yourself. But, for now, we'll let your friend do the talking,” she explains while expertly stroking her hand along your crotch, feeling your member beginning to stir again. Veronica pulls herself away from you, and you look up to see both women giving you hungry grins as they stand above you.
Like it or not, you’re stuck with these women, but just what do they intend to do with you?
From the corners of your vision, you can see humongous hips swaying or massive breasts bouncing nearby you, and that’s just from Yasmine and Veronica. You quickly notice that this league is full of gorgeous women, each one dressed in outrageous, scantily-clad outfits, strutting about (You just passed by one flashy woman who apparently threw out the front of her leotard and replaced it with two pasties, letting her massive breasts bounce free). Even the staff here, such as the referees and Touko’s attendants, wear tight-fitting uniforms that are hard to miss. Thanks to the Showrunner’s freaking serum, there’s no safe place for you to look in this building. You might as well wrestle with a blindfold (a gimmick you’d much rather take than uncontrollable shrinking).
Just when you catch yourself looking a little too long at a passing blonde nurse in a skimpy uniform, Veronica says, “Ah, here we are.” You look up to see a dressing room door with the name “Jezebel” emblazoned on it in a fiery font, the “J” in the name fashioned to look like a whip.
“Wait, you brought us to your dressing room,” you ask. “How’s this supposed to be any more relaxing than a sauna?”
Veronica bends forward a little, deliberately letting her massive, hanging cleavage eclipse more of your vision. “The sauna’s wonderful, love, but it’s not very...private. I thought a change to a more intimate location might help you enjoy the ‘beautiful sights’ a little more thoroughly,” she says sultrily before opening the door and stepping inside.
Sensing your hesitation again, Yasmine grabs your hand and says, “It’s alright, Tommy, Jez won’t bite...not unless you beg her to, haha,” before leading you inside.
Hoping it’ll distract from the nervousness you’re feeling, you try to keep focused on the task at hand. “So, now that we’re here, what’s this big, relaxing thing you have planned for us, Veronica?”
“Oh, you’ll see in just a sec, Tommy, but, for now, feel free to have a seat.” Veronica walks up to a lone seat and gestures for Yasmine to bring you to it and have you sit down. When you do, both women, each standing adjacent to you again, share a look before Veronica says, “Pardon us girls for just a few moments, love. We’re just gonna go grab some refreshments for us all, to start out with. Try not to miss us too much while we’re gone.” They walk past you, and, as they do, you feel them deliberately brush one of their soft, warm butt cheeks against your face, stimulating you a little more before leaving you alone.
For the next minute or two, you kill time by glancing around Veronica’s dressing room. You can quickly tell that red is Veronica’s favorite color, because nearly everything inside is covered in it. You see a plethora of provocative outfits, props, and toys scattered across the room, each of which providing glimpses into Veronica's seductive, playful, and dominating sides and making you worry what might happen to you if you’re ever alone with her. Fortunately, with someone as composed as Yasmine around, things shouldn’t escalate too much while you’re in here (you hope).
Your train of thought is broken when you hear someone quickly approach you from behind. Before you can look around to see who it is, you hear a pair of clamping sounds by your arms, currently resting on the chair armrests. You look down to see that, in a blink of an eye, your arms have been handcuffed to the chair! “H-hey! What the--!?”
“Too slow, love.” Veronica smiles wryly while stepping in front of you, twirling two more handcuffs in her fingers. In another quick motion, a clear testament to her bondage skills, Veronica reaches down and cuffs your legs to the chair, just as a smiling Yasmine steps back into view.
“Sorry about this, Tommy. When Veronica suggested this to me, I couldn’t possibly say no.”
“Suggest what to you? What the hell’s going on!? Let me go!” You demand as you struggle against your restraints in vain. “Just what part of this is supposed to be relaxing!?”
“Well, love, after seeing how much fun we were having with you in the sauna, I suggested to Yasmine how much more fun we could have with you in a more...well, let’s say ‘controlled’ environment,” Veronica explains as she stands up. “After all, we pro wrestlers love having a captive audience.” With that last sentence, Veronica leans in towards you and gently shakes her chest, forcing you to watch her swaying breasts for a few moments.
“B-but, I’m not a fanboy. I’m a wrestler, just like you two.”
“You might wind up becoming both by the time we’re done with you, love,” Veronica retorts. “And just to make sure you won’t be going anywhere before the show’s over…” Veronica takes the key to the handcuffs and stuffs it into her pale cleavage, fully hiding it from view. “Oh, and one more thing,” Veronica says before grabbing a nearby gag and quickly tying it around your mouth, silencing your protests. “We don’t want too many comments from the peanut gallery spoiling our fun right away. Don’t worry, love: we'll take it off soon enough, when we want to hear you say how much you're enjoying yourself. But, for now, we'll let your friend do the talking,” she explains while expertly stroking her hand along your crotch, feeling your member beginning to stir again. Veronica pulls herself away from you, and you look up to see both women giving you hungry grins as they stand above you.
Like it or not, you’re stuck with these women, but just what do they intend to do with you?
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May 31, 2023
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