Shoved in a Locker
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 11
You take a defensive stance, but it didn't hide the fact you're already sweating bullets. For all your efforts to get away from these women, all it got you was a main event match with them at the same time. All odds were against you, but you had to put on a good show at least.
So far it was a good show, as the crowd just didn't let up their excitement for this team-up against you. The Big Bully and Bad Teacher kept staring you down in silence, making you fidget a bit.
"So, how long, Teach?" Becky spoke up.
"5 minutes," Candace replied.
"Psh, only 5?"
"Touko gave us 10. I told you this over the phone, Peters." You feel even smaller than usual from the way they're discussing their plans right in front of you.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. So who gets him after?"
"That would be me, like I already said, then you have him after. He'll have to get the antidote for his...condition, after you continue his little lesson in manners."
What?! She has an antidote too?!
"Heh, 'little'," Becky chuckles. "You know you don't seem like a stuck-up hag when you show a sense of humor."
"Don't push it, Peters. 5 minutes."
And with that, Candace exited the ring and took place at the nearest turnbuckle. You just stared at her in disbelief. She really was bent on making your life hell tonight.
You turn back towards Becky, who now had her eyes back on you. Her smile curled into a devilish grin as she towered over you.
"Miss me, shorty?"
"Can't say I have, Becky," you retort before you two started circling the ring. "So could you just do me a solid and go easy on me here?"
"Go easy on you? After you cheated on me with that fossil over there?" You glance over to Candace who was watching intently.
"Oh come on, she's not that old-...wait, cheated?"
"Yeah, cheated. You don't think I know what you two did after I left?"
"H-Hey!" you stammer. "I'm not anybody's toy, alright? It's not like I wanted my face in her ass either!"
"Oh-ho, so you're not into women then?"
"I AM, IT'S JUST THAT-"
You fall right for her plan. In one swift stride, Becky closes the gap between you and hits you with a hard haymaker that sends your back straight to the mat. The crowd roars in both surprise and raw hype to see the match finally start.
You lay dazed for a second before rolling back up to your feet, now frustrated that you let your guard down so easily. Your senses come back just in time to see Becky charge you for another grab. You thrust her hands out to grab hers, putting you both into a lock-up. You manage to stop her offense, but it doesn't stop her from laughing at your struggle.
"What's the matter, tiny?" she taunts. "Got nothing to say now?"
You didn't bother returning the banter as you were too busy struggling with this lock-up. Suddenly, Becky started walking forward, pushing you back while your feet skid on the mat with each step. You grit your teeth while fumbling to get your footing back, but you just don't have the strength to tangle with a woman twice your size. It doesn't help that her ample cleavage constantly jostles near your face with each push back, making it hard to fully concentrate.
"Oh, someone's distracted, huh?" she snickers down at you. You only push harder, desperate to gain the upper hand.
Suddenly, you lurch forward, but not by your own will. Becky leaned up and pulled her arms back, effectively slamming you hard into her thick thighs. She lets go of you, letting you stagger back a bit for her brief amusement. Before you could plan your next move, she grabs you by the top of your head (which was small enough for her hand to have a wide grip now) and lifted you up off your feet until your eyes were level with hers. You kicked around trying to break from her grab as she held her free hand up to her ear towards the crowd while they started chanting.
"LOCK-ER! LOCK-ER! LOCK-ER!"
She turned back to you with an evil smirk.
"How about I reintroduce you to the girls?"
All of a sudden, she shoves your head hard into her ample pale cleavage and wraps her arms around your back, trapping you in a tight bearhug. She starts squeezing your small frame harder than you can handle while you sink deeper into her soft thick body flesh. You're already running on empty as it is from the lock-up, so getting out of this hold was out of the question. It only got worse as Becky started pushing your body up, squeezing your head further in her huge tits. You groaned hard with each squeeze she gave you, making your frustrated buzzing against her boobs fuel her power ego even more. She was loving every second of this match.
However, it wasn't too long before she unwraps her arms on your body and drops you. You fall hard on your ass, but your senses come back after a quick head shake. With her hands on her hips, Becky leans down, casting a massive shadow over you.
"Well shorty, that was my signature. Time to wrap this round up."
She lifts and presses her foot on your chest before giving you a heavy shove with it, making you skid across the mat and slam into the corner turnbuckle. You collapse dazed for a second, but quickly realize what position you're in. You look up at Becky, who had a very knowing grin on her face.
You jump to your feet to make a dart between her legs. Maybe you can move fast enough before she can trap yo-
"ACK!!"
An arm hooks under your chin from behind and pulls you back into the turnbuckle. You choke hard and grip your captor's arm tight to try escaping it.
"Not so fast, Thomas," Candace whispers in your ear. "She still has 3 minutes."
DAMMIT! You lost track of which corner Candace was at, and now she has her arm wrapped around your neck from outside the ring! You tug at her arm hard, but her grip doesn't budge one bit. As you struggle to break free, Becky saunters to the opposite end, getting the audience loud for her next move.
"H-Hang on! You're supposed to tag out first for a team move!" you argue. "The ref has to stop this!"
"Oh, is that right?"
"YES!"
"Well then, I'd suggest talking to the referee."
Before you could start begging her to cut you a fucking break for once, the mat started quaking under you. You turn back to see Becky coming at you at full speed before leaping into the air. Your eyes widen as the massive schoogirl does a full 180 turn mid-air and kicks her legs out.
Becky crashes her enormous ass into your helpless face and wastes no time to grip the ropes on either side of her. You groan as the Bully starts twerking her eclipsing buttcheeks violently on your face, taking your head for a rough ride. All you could do was hold your breath and wait for her to have her fill, but she wasn't making it easy. Becky really wanted to draw out the rest of her round with you and alternated between twerking, gyrating, and flossing your head in her big thick butt. You desperately tried keeping your mind on just staying concious and cursed your hormones for making your body enjoy every second of this.
After what felt a lot longer than 3 minutes, you feel Candace release you from her headlock just as Becky finally lifts her ass off you. Before you could get adjusted to the arena lights and fresh air again, she swings her hips back one more time, punching your face hard with her big buttcheeks. You collapse on your back in a daze as you cough and gasp to fill your lungs with air again. You heard what you think is the slap of a high-five, but most of your senses are overwhelmed and your audience's cheers aren't helping you get them back any faster.
It takes you a good minute to get your senses back, but you don't like what you see next. Candace was standing in the middle of the ring facing you, her chest hefted by her crossed arms.
And she was even bigger than before.
You shrank again!?
Touko's serum must've triggered, but why? It happened when Candace pinned you on the wall and Becky just gave you a hard stinkface. So what, you shrink when you're dominated? But you didn't shrink when you met Becky or got trapped in her Locker and those times didn't last nearly as long, so-
No way.
You look down and you see a tight tent pitched in your now very oversized shorts. You can't believe it.
The serum triggers from excitement of all things.
As your theory sunk in, you take a deep breath to soothe your panic for now. You get up on your feet, clutching your shorts and tying the threads from your waistband into a tighter knot. You look towards Bad Teacher who was now waving you over, inviting you to make the next move. You gulp hard, but take your defensive stance again before shuffling towards her.
You still had a match to turn around.
So far it was a good show, as the crowd just didn't let up their excitement for this team-up against you. The Big Bully and Bad Teacher kept staring you down in silence, making you fidget a bit.
"So, how long, Teach?" Becky spoke up.
"5 minutes," Candace replied.
"Psh, only 5?"
"Touko gave us 10. I told you this over the phone, Peters." You feel even smaller than usual from the way they're discussing their plans right in front of you.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. So who gets him after?"
"That would be me, like I already said, then you have him after. He'll have to get the antidote for his...condition, after you continue his little lesson in manners."
What?! She has an antidote too?!
"Heh, 'little'," Becky chuckles. "You know you don't seem like a stuck-up hag when you show a sense of humor."
"Don't push it, Peters. 5 minutes."
And with that, Candace exited the ring and took place at the nearest turnbuckle. You just stared at her in disbelief. She really was bent on making your life hell tonight.
You turn back towards Becky, who now had her eyes back on you. Her smile curled into a devilish grin as she towered over you.
"Miss me, shorty?"
"Can't say I have, Becky," you retort before you two started circling the ring. "So could you just do me a solid and go easy on me here?"
"Go easy on you? After you cheated on me with that fossil over there?" You glance over to Candace who was watching intently.
"Oh come on, she's not that old-...wait, cheated?"
"Yeah, cheated. You don't think I know what you two did after I left?"
"H-Hey!" you stammer. "I'm not anybody's toy, alright? It's not like I wanted my face in her ass either!"
"Oh-ho, so you're not into women then?"
"I AM, IT'S JUST THAT-"
You fall right for her plan. In one swift stride, Becky closes the gap between you and hits you with a hard haymaker that sends your back straight to the mat. The crowd roars in both surprise and raw hype to see the match finally start.
You lay dazed for a second before rolling back up to your feet, now frustrated that you let your guard down so easily. Your senses come back just in time to see Becky charge you for another grab. You thrust her hands out to grab hers, putting you both into a lock-up. You manage to stop her offense, but it doesn't stop her from laughing at your struggle.
"What's the matter, tiny?" she taunts. "Got nothing to say now?"
You didn't bother returning the banter as you were too busy struggling with this lock-up. Suddenly, Becky started walking forward, pushing you back while your feet skid on the mat with each step. You grit your teeth while fumbling to get your footing back, but you just don't have the strength to tangle with a woman twice your size. It doesn't help that her ample cleavage constantly jostles near your face with each push back, making it hard to fully concentrate.
"Oh, someone's distracted, huh?" she snickers down at you. You only push harder, desperate to gain the upper hand.
Suddenly, you lurch forward, but not by your own will. Becky leaned up and pulled her arms back, effectively slamming you hard into her thick thighs. She lets go of you, letting you stagger back a bit for her brief amusement. Before you could plan your next move, she grabs you by the top of your head (which was small enough for her hand to have a wide grip now) and lifted you up off your feet until your eyes were level with hers. You kicked around trying to break from her grab as she held her free hand up to her ear towards the crowd while they started chanting.
"LOCK-ER! LOCK-ER! LOCK-ER!"
She turned back to you with an evil smirk.
"How about I reintroduce you to the girls?"
All of a sudden, she shoves your head hard into her ample pale cleavage and wraps her arms around your back, trapping you in a tight bearhug. She starts squeezing your small frame harder than you can handle while you sink deeper into her soft thick body flesh. You're already running on empty as it is from the lock-up, so getting out of this hold was out of the question. It only got worse as Becky started pushing your body up, squeezing your head further in her huge tits. You groaned hard with each squeeze she gave you, making your frustrated buzzing against her boobs fuel her power ego even more. She was loving every second of this match.
However, it wasn't too long before she unwraps her arms on your body and drops you. You fall hard on your ass, but your senses come back after a quick head shake. With her hands on her hips, Becky leans down, casting a massive shadow over you.
"Well shorty, that was my signature. Time to wrap this round up."
She lifts and presses her foot on your chest before giving you a heavy shove with it, making you skid across the mat and slam into the corner turnbuckle. You collapse dazed for a second, but quickly realize what position you're in. You look up at Becky, who had a very knowing grin on her face.
You jump to your feet to make a dart between her legs. Maybe you can move fast enough before she can trap yo-
"ACK!!"
An arm hooks under your chin from behind and pulls you back into the turnbuckle. You choke hard and grip your captor's arm tight to try escaping it.
"Not so fast, Thomas," Candace whispers in your ear. "She still has 3 minutes."
DAMMIT! You lost track of which corner Candace was at, and now she has her arm wrapped around your neck from outside the ring! You tug at her arm hard, but her grip doesn't budge one bit. As you struggle to break free, Becky saunters to the opposite end, getting the audience loud for her next move.
"H-Hang on! You're supposed to tag out first for a team move!" you argue. "The ref has to stop this!"
"Oh, is that right?"
"YES!"
"Well then, I'd suggest talking to the referee."
Before you could start begging her to cut you a fucking break for once, the mat started quaking under you. You turn back to see Becky coming at you at full speed before leaping into the air. Your eyes widen as the massive schoogirl does a full 180 turn mid-air and kicks her legs out.
Becky crashes her enormous ass into your helpless face and wastes no time to grip the ropes on either side of her. You groan as the Bully starts twerking her eclipsing buttcheeks violently on your face, taking your head for a rough ride. All you could do was hold your breath and wait for her to have her fill, but she wasn't making it easy. Becky really wanted to draw out the rest of her round with you and alternated between twerking, gyrating, and flossing your head in her big thick butt. You desperately tried keeping your mind on just staying concious and cursed your hormones for making your body enjoy every second of this.
After what felt a lot longer than 3 minutes, you feel Candace release you from her headlock just as Becky finally lifts her ass off you. Before you could get adjusted to the arena lights and fresh air again, she swings her hips back one more time, punching your face hard with her big buttcheeks. You collapse on your back in a daze as you cough and gasp to fill your lungs with air again. You heard what you think is the slap of a high-five, but most of your senses are overwhelmed and your audience's cheers aren't helping you get them back any faster.
It takes you a good minute to get your senses back, but you don't like what you see next. Candace was standing in the middle of the ring facing you, her chest hefted by her crossed arms.
And she was even bigger than before.
You shrank again!?
Touko's serum must've triggered, but why? It happened when Candace pinned you on the wall and Becky just gave you a hard stinkface. So what, you shrink when you're dominated? But you didn't shrink when you met Becky or got trapped in her Locker and those times didn't last nearly as long, so-
No way.
You look down and you see a tight tent pitched in your now very oversized shorts. You can't believe it.
The serum triggers from excitement of all things.
As your theory sunk in, you take a deep breath to soothe your panic for now. You get up on your feet, clutching your shorts and tying the threads from your waistband into a tighter knot. You look towards Bad Teacher who was now waving you over, inviting you to make the next move. You gulp hard, but take your defensive stance again before shuffling towards her.
You still had a match to turn around.
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May 31, 2023
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