Student and Staff Tension
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 7
As you head down the hallway, your eyes glue to the floor. You try desperately to wrap your head around just what the hell happened in the office. It was so bizarre and sudden that you could barely think straight. Was she serious about that serum? Did you really get yourself into some mad science experiment?
You quickly decide to brush it off as a prank. It hasn't been the first time you would have been messed with after being newly employed. You probably didn't even shrink and just got worked up from first day nerves. You're still green, so it should all be a matter of getting used to the place and your coworkers anyway.
With your confidence restored, you look up.
And came face to face with a pair of massive tits in a white button-down shirt.
You jump a bit, startled to see another amazing rack so soon, and glanced up to face its rather tall owner. She was looking down at you with a somewhat sinister smirk, making you feel a bit uneasy. After a few seconds of silence, you speak up.
"C-Can I help you, miss?"
The brunette woman suddenly slammed her hand against the wall next to your head, making a thud that echoed through the halls while causing her deep, creamy cleavage to wobble in front of your face. You flinch from her blunt gesture as she chuckles at the sight of you jolting so easily.
"Can you, shorty?" she cheekily replies. "From the look of it, you have a hard time keeping yourself together."
You look at her puzzled, then remembered you broke a small sweat since your earlier encounter with Touko. You quickly try to excuse yourself from your minor embarrassment. Plus, this chick wasn't giving you any friendly vibes. "I-I'll be okay. I'm actually on my way to check in with my first opponent. You know, first day and all, so-"
You cut yourself off as you turn to head down the opposite way down the hall when the girl's other hand came slamming on the wall on the other side of your head, causing you to flinch again. She had you trapped between her arms and her huge breasts swaying just inches from your face. This encounter had you nervous now, but mostly annoyed. You'd figure things would go just a bit your way by now.
"Alright, what's your beef?!" you snapped.
"Beef?" she replied. "I got no beef with rookies, short stuff. Not a crime for the Big Bully to come say hi to the fresh meat now, is it?"
You gulped hard upon discovering her name. It said a lot. She was a wrestler here and the "Bully" was her gimmick. Taking a few first glances at her outfit made it more clearer since, along with the button blouse that fell short of her slightly pudgy belly, she was wearing a very short plaid skirt that failed to cover her exposed white panties. Her clothes did little to hide her curves, as her hourglass figure was only more clearly defined by them.
"Well no, it isn't I guess," you laugh sheepishly. "Sorry, I've had a rough start here and--"
She interrupts your attempt to break the ice by grabbing the back of your head as her smirk curls into an evil grin. "Oh I'll bet you are, shorty."
Your eyes widen as she slowly leans her huge pale tits even closer to your face. Your attempts to break away are foiled from her firm grip on your head. Just as she starts to press her cleavage against your face, the door to the side of you swings open. You both turn your heads (one of you attempt to anyway) to see who entered the hallway.
If the Bully's chest wasn't making you blush already, the sight of the mature brunette that now stood in front of you would certainly do the job. The woman couldn't have been anywhere past her 40's, yet was rocking one curvaceous body. She was dressed in a pencil skirt and office jacket that did nothing to hide her ample cleavage and noticeably wide hips. By the way her hair was tied in a bun, the glasses she wore, and the high-heels on her feet, you assumed her gimmick was a schoolteacher. With her hands on her hips, she looked over you and Big Bully, who still had her cleavage spilling past your neck and mouth.
"Peters", the woman said, pushing her glasses into place.
"Candace", the Bully grumbled. You sensed some bad history.
"Want to explain why you were so rudely slamming on the walls of my dressing room?" Candance tapped her foot, clearly unhappy with the commotion you and the Bully have been making. Peters then leaned to the side facing Candace fully while still keeping your head smushed between her chest and the wall.
"Was just getting acquainted with the new guy. What, were you getting more beauty sleep to iron out some new wrinkles?" Peters giggled at her own insult, causing her chest to quiver on your already smothered face. Candace wasn't phased by her remark and instead glanced down at your predicament. Through the Bully's cleavage, you gave the schoolteacher a worried look as if to say "for the love of god, save me".
"Peters, I don't appreciate you causing a ruckus. And I absolutely don't tolerate anyone keeping my opponent from getting to know his own. Let him be." In your eyes, this lady was a godsend right now. Peters only pressed harder on your face, nearly enveloping your entire head and filling your vision with nothing but her pale cleavage. Your groans became muffled as the two continued their exchange. "Oh please, you got him for the match," Peters argued. "He'll just lose anyway so it's not like any planning beforehand will help him out. Ain't that right, shorty?" All you could do was suck up whatever air you could from between her tits and think how far from her you wanted to be right now.
"I see." Candace took a couple of steps forward towards Peters, who managed to tower over both you and the schoolteacher, and gave her a very stern glare. "If that's the case, I could use the time I have without him to arrange the album for my promo."
You could feel Peters freeze up as the teacher continued.
"Oh don't worry, I'll make sure your photo gets the most air time. I have to say, it's easily the best one this year."
Within just a few seconds, the Bully finally steps away and let you slump to the ground gasping for air. She suddenly wraps her hand around your face and forces you to look up to her, clearly not happy with this turn of events.
"You got lucky, shorty," she growls down at you. "Don't think you'll have time to recover from your match. We're FAR from done getting acquainted."
With that, she lets go of you and storms down the hall, cursing under her breath.
As you watch the Bully (and her admittedly massive backside) leave, you look up at your savior who hasn't lifted her stern glance since she appeared. "Thanks. Who was-"
"Becky Peters", the teacher sighed. "Far too popular for her own good. You'd be better off steering clear of her."
"You don't have to tell me twice. Well, at least we can finally introduce ourselves. I'm-"
"Tardy," Candace once again interrupted. You give her a puzzled look as she gestures you towards the door. "Take your seat. We've already wasted enough time."
While you're grateful she just saved you from a tight situation, her blunt demands are driving you to the point of snapping after being manhandled by everyone you've met here so far. Still...
You quickly decide to brush it off as a prank. It hasn't been the first time you would have been messed with after being newly employed. You probably didn't even shrink and just got worked up from first day nerves. You're still green, so it should all be a matter of getting used to the place and your coworkers anyway.
With your confidence restored, you look up.
And came face to face with a pair of massive tits in a white button-down shirt.
You jump a bit, startled to see another amazing rack so soon, and glanced up to face its rather tall owner. She was looking down at you with a somewhat sinister smirk, making you feel a bit uneasy. After a few seconds of silence, you speak up.
"C-Can I help you, miss?"
The brunette woman suddenly slammed her hand against the wall next to your head, making a thud that echoed through the halls while causing her deep, creamy cleavage to wobble in front of your face. You flinch from her blunt gesture as she chuckles at the sight of you jolting so easily.
"Can you, shorty?" she cheekily replies. "From the look of it, you have a hard time keeping yourself together."
You look at her puzzled, then remembered you broke a small sweat since your earlier encounter with Touko. You quickly try to excuse yourself from your minor embarrassment. Plus, this chick wasn't giving you any friendly vibes. "I-I'll be okay. I'm actually on my way to check in with my first opponent. You know, first day and all, so-"
You cut yourself off as you turn to head down the opposite way down the hall when the girl's other hand came slamming on the wall on the other side of your head, causing you to flinch again. She had you trapped between her arms and her huge breasts swaying just inches from your face. This encounter had you nervous now, but mostly annoyed. You'd figure things would go just a bit your way by now.
"Alright, what's your beef?!" you snapped.
"Beef?" she replied. "I got no beef with rookies, short stuff. Not a crime for the Big Bully to come say hi to the fresh meat now, is it?"
You gulped hard upon discovering her name. It said a lot. She was a wrestler here and the "Bully" was her gimmick. Taking a few first glances at her outfit made it more clearer since, along with the button blouse that fell short of her slightly pudgy belly, she was wearing a very short plaid skirt that failed to cover her exposed white panties. Her clothes did little to hide her curves, as her hourglass figure was only more clearly defined by them.
"Well no, it isn't I guess," you laugh sheepishly. "Sorry, I've had a rough start here and--"
She interrupts your attempt to break the ice by grabbing the back of your head as her smirk curls into an evil grin. "Oh I'll bet you are, shorty."
Your eyes widen as she slowly leans her huge pale tits even closer to your face. Your attempts to break away are foiled from her firm grip on your head. Just as she starts to press her cleavage against your face, the door to the side of you swings open. You both turn your heads (one of you attempt to anyway) to see who entered the hallway.
If the Bully's chest wasn't making you blush already, the sight of the mature brunette that now stood in front of you would certainly do the job. The woman couldn't have been anywhere past her 40's, yet was rocking one curvaceous body. She was dressed in a pencil skirt and office jacket that did nothing to hide her ample cleavage and noticeably wide hips. By the way her hair was tied in a bun, the glasses she wore, and the high-heels on her feet, you assumed her gimmick was a schoolteacher. With her hands on her hips, she looked over you and Big Bully, who still had her cleavage spilling past your neck and mouth.
"Peters", the woman said, pushing her glasses into place.
"Candace", the Bully grumbled. You sensed some bad history.
"Want to explain why you were so rudely slamming on the walls of my dressing room?" Candance tapped her foot, clearly unhappy with the commotion you and the Bully have been making. Peters then leaned to the side facing Candace fully while still keeping your head smushed between her chest and the wall.
"Was just getting acquainted with the new guy. What, were you getting more beauty sleep to iron out some new wrinkles?" Peters giggled at her own insult, causing her chest to quiver on your already smothered face. Candace wasn't phased by her remark and instead glanced down at your predicament. Through the Bully's cleavage, you gave the schoolteacher a worried look as if to say "for the love of god, save me".
"Peters, I don't appreciate you causing a ruckus. And I absolutely don't tolerate anyone keeping my opponent from getting to know his own. Let him be." In your eyes, this lady was a godsend right now. Peters only pressed harder on your face, nearly enveloping your entire head and filling your vision with nothing but her pale cleavage. Your groans became muffled as the two continued their exchange. "Oh please, you got him for the match," Peters argued. "He'll just lose anyway so it's not like any planning beforehand will help him out. Ain't that right, shorty?" All you could do was suck up whatever air you could from between her tits and think how far from her you wanted to be right now.
"I see." Candace took a couple of steps forward towards Peters, who managed to tower over both you and the schoolteacher, and gave her a very stern glare. "If that's the case, I could use the time I have without him to arrange the album for my promo."
You could feel Peters freeze up as the teacher continued.
"Oh don't worry, I'll make sure your photo gets the most air time. I have to say, it's easily the best one this year."
Within just a few seconds, the Bully finally steps away and let you slump to the ground gasping for air. She suddenly wraps her hand around your face and forces you to look up to her, clearly not happy with this turn of events.
"You got lucky, shorty," she growls down at you. "Don't think you'll have time to recover from your match. We're FAR from done getting acquainted."
With that, she lets go of you and storms down the hall, cursing under her breath.
As you watch the Bully (and her admittedly massive backside) leave, you look up at your savior who hasn't lifted her stern glance since she appeared. "Thanks. Who was-"
"Becky Peters", the teacher sighed. "Far too popular for her own good. You'd be better off steering clear of her."
"You don't have to tell me twice. Well, at least we can finally introduce ourselves. I'm-"
"Tardy," Candace once again interrupted. You give her a puzzled look as she gestures you towards the door. "Take your seat. We've already wasted enough time."
While you're grateful she just saved you from a tight situation, her blunt demands are driving you to the point of snapping after being manhandled by everyone you've met here so far. Still...
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May 31, 2023
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