Faced With The Pussy Cat
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 20
You lifted your eyes and saw an incredible sight before you. A brunette dressed in a very form fitting black latex outfit stood on the ramp staring down at you. She had a curious smile on her face as she fiddled with the zipper at the top of her costume. You could see her incredible chest trying to push it's way past the latex. Despite the material doing its best to keep her body contained, you could tell it was likely that she packed the largest set of pipes in the entire DWA.
"Tommy the Terrible right?" she said with a giggle. "I just saw your match with Yasmine. Congrats on the win. But...what are you doing here?"
You stammered for an answer, so the woman continues.
"Let me guess, you got your first taste of action in the DWA and you just couldn't wait for a little more, is that it cutie?" she asked. "My name is Felicity Lyons, but in the ring they call me The Pussy Cat," she said, mimicking a cat motion with her hand acting as the paw.
"Ni...nice to meet you Miss Lyons. But really, I was just trying to make my way to the back," you respond, relieved at finally regaining the ability to put a coherent sentence together.
"The back huh?" Felicity smiles, looking behind her. "Well Tommy, I promise you there's nothing back there that can't wait for later," she started to pul down the zipper on her uniform, allowing her firm breasts to spring forth with pride from the latex that held them captive.
"Why don't you spend some time with me cutie, I promise I'll get you to the back in no time," she said with an inviting, seductive smile.
Again, you find yourself at a loss for words, entranced by Felicity's display. She takes a few steps toward you, eliminating the distance between you and her. Your feet are frozen to the floor and are unable to retreat. You swallow hard as you look up at the Pussy Cat's imposing figure. Even on your feet, you stood no taller than, appropriately, her crotch. You couldn't see her face beyond the massive rack that stuck out from her body. Her hand gently rubbed her exposed stomach. Out of sheer instinct, you raise your hand to meet hers.
Quick as a cat, she grasps your wrist and slides her other hand around the back of your head and pulls you toward her still covered crotch.
"Glad to see we're in agreement Tommy," she smiles. The Pussy Cat lifts your body with ease and tucks your 3 foot form face first between her massive mammeries. She moves to re-zip her suit, but it's a struggle with your added presence. Finally, after a great deal of shimmying and bouncing, the zipper is sealed.
Through the process, you found yourself battered by her breasts, but didn't have the strength or will to push away. You heard the zipper close at your back, solidifying your fate. Felicity ran a finger down your back and pressed her breasts together with her arms, already beginning to enjoy her newest toy.
"Tommy the Terrible right?" she said with a giggle. "I just saw your match with Yasmine. Congrats on the win. But...what are you doing here?"
You stammered for an answer, so the woman continues.
"Let me guess, you got your first taste of action in the DWA and you just couldn't wait for a little more, is that it cutie?" she asked. "My name is Felicity Lyons, but in the ring they call me The Pussy Cat," she said, mimicking a cat motion with her hand acting as the paw.
"Ni...nice to meet you Miss Lyons. But really, I was just trying to make my way to the back," you respond, relieved at finally regaining the ability to put a coherent sentence together.
"The back huh?" Felicity smiles, looking behind her. "Well Tommy, I promise you there's nothing back there that can't wait for later," she started to pul down the zipper on her uniform, allowing her firm breasts to spring forth with pride from the latex that held them captive.
"Why don't you spend some time with me cutie, I promise I'll get you to the back in no time," she said with an inviting, seductive smile.
Again, you find yourself at a loss for words, entranced by Felicity's display. She takes a few steps toward you, eliminating the distance between you and her. Your feet are frozen to the floor and are unable to retreat. You swallow hard as you look up at the Pussy Cat's imposing figure. Even on your feet, you stood no taller than, appropriately, her crotch. You couldn't see her face beyond the massive rack that stuck out from her body. Her hand gently rubbed her exposed stomach. Out of sheer instinct, you raise your hand to meet hers.
Quick as a cat, she grasps your wrist and slides her other hand around the back of your head and pulls you toward her still covered crotch.
"Glad to see we're in agreement Tommy," she smiles. The Pussy Cat lifts your body with ease and tucks your 3 foot form face first between her massive mammeries. She moves to re-zip her suit, but it's a struggle with your added presence. Finally, after a great deal of shimmying and bouncing, the zipper is sealed.
Through the process, you found yourself battered by her breasts, but didn't have the strength or will to push away. You heard the zipper close at your back, solidifying your fate. Felicity ran a finger down your back and pressed her breasts together with her arms, already beginning to enjoy her newest toy.
83 views
·
May 31, 2023
Sign in to comment