To your utter dismay, you feel the shrinking serum taking effect again, further diminishing what little size you have left and making you regret humoring your fan as much as you already have. Courtney, on the other hand, feels like she's the luckiest girl in the world right now, completely failing to notice your anxiousness. Your biggest fan gives a quiet but ecstatic squeal as she continues to happily glomp you against her (or rather: her massive bosom), keeping you in the most overwhelming hug you've ever had. Losing herself in her excitement over hugging her her new favorite wrestler, Courtney mindlessly lets her strong, affectionate arms gradually constrict themselves around your back, squeezing you even further. As you feel Courtney's soft breasts envelope even more of your slowly dwindling body, you let out a few grunts of panic and discomfort, but they get muffled against her deep, enveloping cleavage while your much smaller legs meekly dangle in the air just below Courtney's chest.

Hoping to get out of this before wind up shrinking to the size of an action figure, you use both hands to forcefully push yourself free from Courtney's arms, but you've already gotten too small and weak to break her adoring hold on you. What's more, your tiny hands wind up sinking into Courtney's breasts, their soft flesh spilling past your fingers from behind her tank top. Damn, they're just so freaking HUGE and SOFT. Compared to your current size, they're easily bigger than a few handfuls, and it's only going to get worse, you fear.

Courtney feels your weak but distressed struggles, but, since she has a knack for seeing the world through her own special pair of rose-colored glasses, she doesn't notice anything is wrong. Rather, upon feeling your hands wantonly pressed against her chest, Courtney believes you're REALLY enjoying her hug and decided to cop a feel on your newest and cutest fan while you still had a chance, not that she minds at all. Getting even more excited from the provocative way you've chosen to "flatter" her, she giggles and flirtatiously says, "Ooooh, Mr. The Terrible, you little devil, you...heehee." Overjoyed that you seem to be taking a liking to her just as much as she has to you, Courtney begins to excitedly bounce in place again, sending you on a wild ride as she keeps you hugged to her jiggling breasts.

For the next few moments, you feel Courtney's massive breasts wildly bounce and jostle against most of your body, stifling your attempts to ask her to put you down by repeatedly colliding with your face. Courtney's smooth, jiggling flesh bouncing against you does absolutely nothing to abate your growing arousal, and it's hard to think about much else than your stiffening member occasionally poking against the vast underside of Courtney's bosom.

Just when you start to think you're never gonna get this bubbly girl to let you go, your head suddenly pops free from Courtney's cleavage, thanks to all of her bouncing. Finally free to breathe again, you take a few frantic gulps of air while still in Courtney's embrace. As you do, you can't help but look on at the grand acres of smooth, creamy cleavage in front of you. You spot the note you just got done scribbling on her, most notably the words "BIGGEST fan," the flat black ink contrasting greatly with her pale, fleshy hills. It's almost as if Courtney has been mindlessly rubbing your big, dumb joke in your face this whole time, like some sort of weird, karmic payback...

Throwing that thought aside, you finally speak up to tell Courtney to let you down. "C-Courtney," you manage to sputter out, getting enough of her attention to at least get her to stop with all the bouncing. Smiling warmly, she cocks her head to the side and gives you an expectant look, curious about what you have to say next. Ooooh, maybe you'll offer her a special, all-access VIP Pass to the DWA just for being such a cool fan, she excitedly muses to herself. You try and choose your words carefully to avoid accidentally offending your only fan, hoping to let her down gently so she can let you down gently. "L-look, you're really great and all, but I really need you to--mmmrrrphhhh!"

Flattered by your latest little compliment, Courtney puts a hand at the back of your head and joyfully stuffs your face back into her awaiting cleavage, completely missing the rest of what you had to say. "Awwww, I think you're really great too, Mr. The Terrible!!" Courtney believes she's really hitting it off with you now, and she can't get over how you're even more adorable in person than you are in the ring, especially with all your cute squirming and gasping against her. It's almost like she's in her own special match against you right now, the thought making the fangirl especially excited. In fact, Courtney gets so excited that, instead of going back to bouncing, she repeatedly squeezes her arms around you, further overwhelming you with her gushing affection.

Every other moment, you're subjected to an excruciating increase in the soft but intense pressure of Courtney's warm, bosomy embrace. Much to your embarrassment, you feel yourself come to full mast against Courtney as her soft flesh repeatedly spills and rubs against your groin. You try to at least twist your hips just enough so that she won't feel your cock jabbing against her (you've already seen how she reacts when she thinks you're copping a feel; you'd hate to see how she'd escalate things if she felt your obvious arousal), but Courtney stops you by mindlessly sliding a hand down to your lower body, practically cupping your butt and firmly pressing your hips against her. As if things couldn't get any more embarrassing, she's practically holding you like a toddler in her arms now, still repeatedly and relentlessly squeezing you against her breasts.

Thanks to your kind words and adorable presence, Courtney is over the moon right now, and it’s unlikely anything can bring her down. Despite her euphoria, however, she can’t help but notice something poking at her chest as she squeezes you over and over again. In the back of her mind, she wonders if it’s the marker she gave you and curiously slinks a hand down towards it, innocently (but dangerously) inching herself towards your hard cock. You feel this and start to panic even more as the tingling sensation intensifies, giving you a dreaded thought that things are only going to get worse before they get better.

Too caught up in what's happening between the two of you, neither of you have noticed the crowd beginning to shift, with waves of people surging in and out of the auditorium to prepare for the next match. Before Courtney can truly discover your erection, a rude redhead in a Belly Dancer t-shirt and a pencil skirt shoves her from behind. “Move it or lose it, lady, I’m walking here,” she barks as she walks off, clearly annoyed that her favorite wrestler somehow lost her match just now, against you of all people. Courtney lets out a surprised squeak as she stumbles forward, and she throws out her arms to catch herself, finally letting you go. You fall to the floor in a dizzy heap in front of Courtney, who just barely manages to catch herself before falling onto the floor and completely flattening you beneath her.

After regaining her balance, Courtney realizes her blunder and cringes out of guilt, cutely holding up a hand to her lips as she grimaces. “Whoopsie...sorry, Mr. The Terrible. I guess this wasn’t the best time for a hug, heh heh.”

That’s the understatement of the year, you think to yourself as you come to. You look up and, as you feared, Courtney is much bigger now, or, rather, you’re much smaller now. You’d wager that you’re only about a foot tall now, maybe a foot and a half. What’s more, you’re bare naked now, having completely shrunk out of your wrestling shorts. Embarrassed, you blush and look around for them, hoping to at least drape them around your body until you find some better-fitting cover, but, for some reason, they’re not on the floor anywhere. You look back up at Courtney and realize that, to your horror, she’s holding onto them. They must’ve somehow got caught on her hand when you fell just now, causing her to accidentally pull them off as you did.

Has Courtney noticed your predicament yet?

1. She has, but she says she'll only return your shorts if you do a favor for her, essentially blackmailing you to spend more time with her.

2. She hasn't and walks off without realizing she has your shorts, so you try and chase her through the crowd.
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May 31, 2023