Having you right where she wants you, Sammy can't help but laugh proudly at things going her way. "Haha, so do you feel like talking to us now, tiny, or do you need to stop and shrink about it a little more," she asks tauntingly while briefly (and roughly) wriggling her hips against you to punctuate her pun, clearly intending to get a rise out of you while she has you. Sammy figures you'll quickly become compliant once she shrinks you a little more. It's certainly not her most graceful moment, but she tries her best to roll with it, especially since there's nothing you can do to stop her. With just her one hand holding you, you're forced to endure every second of her clumsy yet aggressive attempt to both capture and arouse you.
As she holds you, Sammy feels your warm breath and agitated groaning tickling her sensitive skin, but she tries to ignore the feeling by stubbornly pressing on toward her new goal to shrink, foregoing any attempts at subtlety while she's at it. Sammy remembers the obnoxious ways her boy-crazy sister would shamelessly flirt with boys whenever she got the chance, practically shoving her tits and ass in their faces. If that's all it takes to get these hormone-driven Neanderthals to obey, then the most logical and efficient conclusion would be to do it literally. Sammy reasons that just a few moments with your face shoved into her toned, shapely rear (just one part of the powerful, well-crafted body she's so proud of) will be enough to shrink you right away, then you'll have no choice but to fess up about your powers even more.
Despite Sammy's confidence in her seduction "skills," you're actually feeling more anxious than hopelessly aroused (though you'd still be lying if you ever said they weren't extremely easy on the eyes). Seeing how the twins treat you less like a person and more like something they can use to make them feel better about themselves (a toy at best, and a dummy at worst), you shudder to think about what might happen if you shrink anymore around them. Trying to ignore the pleasant sensation of Sammy's warm, succulent skin against your face, you repeatedly try to pull your head free so you can escape, but Sammy's strong, feminine grip, coupled with your diminished size, renders your struggles into futile squirming against her soft butt.
As Sammy eagerly wonders if her plan is working as well as she hoped, she can't help but notice you frantically squirming your head against her and sinking your head deeper between her thick cheeks. It’s a sensation that's both stimulating and embarrassing to her. Despite her proud, gruff exterior, the pro wrestler doesn't have a ton of experience in provocative situations like this, so she's not entirely sure what to make of things. Judging from how energetic you've suddenly become, greedily digging your face further into her butt, she assumes you must be enjoying her new way of interrogating you.
"Geez, he's way more into this than I thought he'd be," she thinks to herself, a small blush appearing on her face. "W-well, not that I'd blame him. Unlike that lazy-butt Tammy, I make a constant effort to take care of my body, so I bet I'm a sight to behold to this little perv," she silently boasts to herself, desperately trying to keep her wavering composure by boosting her ego. "I bet I'm doing him a favor, like a guy his size could ever possibly get any action from someone like me normally, heheh."
Realizing that you're not getting anywhere like this, you quickly decide to increase your efforts by desperately clasping both your hands onto Sammy’s ass in a bid to push yourself free from her. The feeling of your tiny hands suddenly sinking against her soft skin surprises Sammy, and she quickly turns beet red in a mix of anger and embarrassment from you wildly groping her. She manages to hold back a startled (albeit pleasure-filled) moan, though you still feel her cheeks firmly tense up around your face in surprise, as if the wrestler's ass is putting you in its own special clench. "H-hey! Watch the hands, tiny! I might be trying to make you shrink, but no one said you could go to town on me." Completely caught off-guard, Sammy does the first thing that comes to mind and shoves her wide hips backwards, finally letting you go while forcefully knocking you onto your back.
Heaving on the floor, you lie there and watch as Sammy turns around to face you again, glaring at you as she crosses her arms condescendingly beneath her hefty chest. "Ugh, men. They're all the same, so matter what size they are," she chides, conveniently ignoring the lack of any real experience she's had with men beyond the horny fans that clamor for her sister. Actually, now that she's gotten another good look at you, Sammy can't help but notice something: you're actually not a bad-looking guy. You're a little scrawny maybe, especially since you've shrunk, but, in a weird way, that almost makes you even...cuter to her (not that Sammy would ever admit this to you). Did something change while she tried "interrogating" you just now, or does a part of her just enjoy finally coming across a guy she's clearly very bigger and stronger than?...
Just when you notice Sammy begin to avoid eye-contact with you, you see two enormous breasts clad in a gold sports bra loom directly above you as Tammy steps into view. You watch her bosom wobble above you as she lowers herself down into her knees, resting herself on the back of her calves. "Oh don't be like that, sis. Just because he's our prisoner doesn't mean he can't have a little fun, right? For all we know, he might be one of those guys who's really into that stuff, heehee."
Sammy turns her glare back at her sister, annoyed by her insubordination. "This isn't about having 'fun.' This is about us getting some answers that'll guarantee we'll win our next match," she snaps.
Tammy rolls her eyes at Sammy's stubborn words, but she doesn't press any further. She's just happy that you'll be sticking around for a little while longer, thus giving her more time to have fun with you. Even more, her sister seems to be in one of her rare "good" moods, thanks to this interrogation nonsense, which means she likely won't try to chase Tom off like all the other boys Tammy's tried to play around with. If anything, Sammy seems to want to keep him around as much as possible, much to Tammy's joy, and just to help make sure things stay like that...
Tammy gives a cheeky grin and says, "well, if it's answers you're interested in, you might like the answer to a certain question I asked him while you were out."
Recognizing the playful lilt in her sister's voice as she said that last sentence, Sammy quickly figures that Tammy's playing another of her nonsensical games and writes her off. "Oh really? And what question, dare I ask, is that," she asks sarcastically.
"I asked him which of us he thinks is cuter."
Now Sammy rolls her eyes. "Oh boy, here we go..." Great, another chance for Tammy to rub in how yet another boy likes her simply because she likes to put out more.
"He said he likes you better." You give Tammy a confused grimace. That's not what you said at all (though, to be fair, Tammy went to great lengths to lead you to your "real" answer). You see her look down at you past her breasts and give you a quick wink before looking back at Sammy, who's clearly a little stunned by her answer.
"I...uh, r-really?"
"Yup! He said you're a real knockout (in more ways than one), and looks forward to getting more chances to spend time with you while working here." Deep down, Tammy believes you (obviously) really like her over Sammy, but, if it'll convince Sammy to keep you around for a little longer, Tammy's happy to tell a harmless little fib, especially if it'll make her beloved sister feel a little better about herself. Tammy always figured that all Sammy needs is to meet a good guy to help her pull out that stick that's always in her butt. In other words: two twins, one Tom.
"He just wouldn't stop going on and on about you, gushing about how cool, strong, and pretty you are. Isn't that right, Tommy?" You're still very confused by what Tammy's doing, but the inflection in her voice, coupled with the light but deliberate squeeze she gives your head with her thick legs, tells you that she really wants you to pick up on the hint she's dropping. When you look back at Sammy, Tammy's words from earlier quickly come to mind: If you "play along" with Sammy, she might just let you go.
You feel a little weird about buttering Sammy up, though. Sure, she's a looker, just like her sister, but her prickly, conniving demeanor has made far from a good first impression with you. She doesn't strike you as someone whom you can easily come up with something nice to say about on the fly, but, if it'll finally get her to lay off a little, you have to at least try. "Uhhh, yeah, she's...breathtaking." Considering she just got done smothering you, that wasn't a total lie, right?
Half-truth or not, it's still enough to leave Sammy a little speechless. This is the first time in a while a guy has expressed any interest in her. Growing up, her sister has always been the the more popular, approachable one of the two of them, and the handful of guys that had tried to court her eventually got scared off by her aggressiveness. W-well, it's not like she cared about them anyways! All those guys were clearly idiots who had no taste in women. But now it seems like she's finally come across a guy who has enough sense to know who's clearly the better twin. There might actually be more to this guy than she initially thought...
There's a brief pause in the conversation as Sammy collects her thoughts, then you finally ask, "So...can you let me go now?"
How does Sammy respond?
As she holds you, Sammy feels your warm breath and agitated groaning tickling her sensitive skin, but she tries to ignore the feeling by stubbornly pressing on toward her new goal to shrink, foregoing any attempts at subtlety while she's at it. Sammy remembers the obnoxious ways her boy-crazy sister would shamelessly flirt with boys whenever she got the chance, practically shoving her tits and ass in their faces. If that's all it takes to get these hormone-driven Neanderthals to obey, then the most logical and efficient conclusion would be to do it literally. Sammy reasons that just a few moments with your face shoved into her toned, shapely rear (just one part of the powerful, well-crafted body she's so proud of) will be enough to shrink you right away, then you'll have no choice but to fess up about your powers even more.
Despite Sammy's confidence in her seduction "skills," you're actually feeling more anxious than hopelessly aroused (though you'd still be lying if you ever said they weren't extremely easy on the eyes). Seeing how the twins treat you less like a person and more like something they can use to make them feel better about themselves (a toy at best, and a dummy at worst), you shudder to think about what might happen if you shrink anymore around them. Trying to ignore the pleasant sensation of Sammy's warm, succulent skin against your face, you repeatedly try to pull your head free so you can escape, but Sammy's strong, feminine grip, coupled with your diminished size, renders your struggles into futile squirming against her soft butt.
As Sammy eagerly wonders if her plan is working as well as she hoped, she can't help but notice you frantically squirming your head against her and sinking your head deeper between her thick cheeks. It’s a sensation that's both stimulating and embarrassing to her. Despite her proud, gruff exterior, the pro wrestler doesn't have a ton of experience in provocative situations like this, so she's not entirely sure what to make of things. Judging from how energetic you've suddenly become, greedily digging your face further into her butt, she assumes you must be enjoying her new way of interrogating you.
"Geez, he's way more into this than I thought he'd be," she thinks to herself, a small blush appearing on her face. "W-well, not that I'd blame him. Unlike that lazy-butt Tammy, I make a constant effort to take care of my body, so I bet I'm a sight to behold to this little perv," she silently boasts to herself, desperately trying to keep her wavering composure by boosting her ego. "I bet I'm doing him a favor, like a guy his size could ever possibly get any action from someone like me normally, heheh."
Realizing that you're not getting anywhere like this, you quickly decide to increase your efforts by desperately clasping both your hands onto Sammy’s ass in a bid to push yourself free from her. The feeling of your tiny hands suddenly sinking against her soft skin surprises Sammy, and she quickly turns beet red in a mix of anger and embarrassment from you wildly groping her. She manages to hold back a startled (albeit pleasure-filled) moan, though you still feel her cheeks firmly tense up around your face in surprise, as if the wrestler's ass is putting you in its own special clench. "H-hey! Watch the hands, tiny! I might be trying to make you shrink, but no one said you could go to town on me." Completely caught off-guard, Sammy does the first thing that comes to mind and shoves her wide hips backwards, finally letting you go while forcefully knocking you onto your back.
Heaving on the floor, you lie there and watch as Sammy turns around to face you again, glaring at you as she crosses her arms condescendingly beneath her hefty chest. "Ugh, men. They're all the same, so matter what size they are," she chides, conveniently ignoring the lack of any real experience she's had with men beyond the horny fans that clamor for her sister. Actually, now that she's gotten another good look at you, Sammy can't help but notice something: you're actually not a bad-looking guy. You're a little scrawny maybe, especially since you've shrunk, but, in a weird way, that almost makes you even...cuter to her (not that Sammy would ever admit this to you). Did something change while she tried "interrogating" you just now, or does a part of her just enjoy finally coming across a guy she's clearly very bigger and stronger than?...
Just when you notice Sammy begin to avoid eye-contact with you, you see two enormous breasts clad in a gold sports bra loom directly above you as Tammy steps into view. You watch her bosom wobble above you as she lowers herself down into her knees, resting herself on the back of her calves. "Oh don't be like that, sis. Just because he's our prisoner doesn't mean he can't have a little fun, right? For all we know, he might be one of those guys who's really into that stuff, heehee."
Sammy turns her glare back at her sister, annoyed by her insubordination. "This isn't about having 'fun.' This is about us getting some answers that'll guarantee we'll win our next match," she snaps.
Tammy rolls her eyes at Sammy's stubborn words, but she doesn't press any further. She's just happy that you'll be sticking around for a little while longer, thus giving her more time to have fun with you. Even more, her sister seems to be in one of her rare "good" moods, thanks to this interrogation nonsense, which means she likely won't try to chase Tom off like all the other boys Tammy's tried to play around with. If anything, Sammy seems to want to keep him around as much as possible, much to Tammy's joy, and just to help make sure things stay like that...
Tammy gives a cheeky grin and says, "well, if it's answers you're interested in, you might like the answer to a certain question I asked him while you were out."
Recognizing the playful lilt in her sister's voice as she said that last sentence, Sammy quickly figures that Tammy's playing another of her nonsensical games and writes her off. "Oh really? And what question, dare I ask, is that," she asks sarcastically.
"I asked him which of us he thinks is cuter."
Now Sammy rolls her eyes. "Oh boy, here we go..." Great, another chance for Tammy to rub in how yet another boy likes her simply because she likes to put out more.
"He said he likes you better." You give Tammy a confused grimace. That's not what you said at all (though, to be fair, Tammy went to great lengths to lead you to your "real" answer). You see her look down at you past her breasts and give you a quick wink before looking back at Sammy, who's clearly a little stunned by her answer.
"I...uh, r-really?"
"Yup! He said you're a real knockout (in more ways than one), and looks forward to getting more chances to spend time with you while working here." Deep down, Tammy believes you (obviously) really like her over Sammy, but, if it'll convince Sammy to keep you around for a little longer, Tammy's happy to tell a harmless little fib, especially if it'll make her beloved sister feel a little better about herself. Tammy always figured that all Sammy needs is to meet a good guy to help her pull out that stick that's always in her butt. In other words: two twins, one Tom.
"He just wouldn't stop going on and on about you, gushing about how cool, strong, and pretty you are. Isn't that right, Tommy?" You're still very confused by what Tammy's doing, but the inflection in her voice, coupled with the light but deliberate squeeze she gives your head with her thick legs, tells you that she really wants you to pick up on the hint she's dropping. When you look back at Sammy, Tammy's words from earlier quickly come to mind: If you "play along" with Sammy, she might just let you go.
You feel a little weird about buttering Sammy up, though. Sure, she's a looker, just like her sister, but her prickly, conniving demeanor has made far from a good first impression with you. She doesn't strike you as someone whom you can easily come up with something nice to say about on the fly, but, if it'll finally get her to lay off a little, you have to at least try. "Uhhh, yeah, she's...breathtaking." Considering she just got done smothering you, that wasn't a total lie, right?
Half-truth or not, it's still enough to leave Sammy a little speechless. This is the first time in a while a guy has expressed any interest in her. Growing up, her sister has always been the the more popular, approachable one of the two of them, and the handful of guys that had tried to court her eventually got scared off by her aggressiveness. W-well, it's not like she cared about them anyways! All those guys were clearly idiots who had no taste in women. But now it seems like she's finally come across a guy who has enough sense to know who's clearly the better twin. There might actually be more to this guy than she initially thought...
There's a brief pause in the conversation as Sammy collects her thoughts, then you finally ask, "So...can you let me go now?"
How does Sammy respond?
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May 31, 2023
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