From Practice to the Real Thing
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 6
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davidcwhang3
"You're a naughty... Nau-ahh... Ahhh..." gasped Milly as she let her body sink lower and lower on top of yours. She bit her lip and shuddered in ecstasy. You were struggling for dear life as this sexy girl dressed up as a maid was suffocating you with only her massive breast. Deprived of oxygen you sucked even harder, desperate to get what your lungs craved. Then it happened. Milly orgasmed, and she shuddered and collapsed on top of you, forcing her enormous breast even deeper into your mouth. Milly managed to speak a few words between her gasps. "Mmmmm... Monsieur Thomas... Zat was very pleasurable..." She slowly rose, lifting her body off of yours, and with an audible "pop" her right tit sprang free from your mouth. You gulped in as much air as you could, as if you just went deep-sea diving without an air tank. As you caught your breath, you looked at Milly with a look mixed with frustration, awe, bewilderment and lust.
Milly had a little bit of trouble tucking her breast back into her maid uniform, perhaps because the uniform was too tight, maybe because her tit was so big, or possibly a combination of both. As you sat there, mind racing about what the hell just happened, she looked at you somewhat endearingly. Embarrassed about what just happened, you turned your head away, blushing heavily. You were extremely inexperienced with women, never having even kissed one before, you weren't sure what just happened, or what could happen now. After sitting there somewhat uncomfortably for about a good minute, Madame Bosomy finally broke the silence between you two. "So Monsieur Terrible! Let us get back to ze wrestling, non? I still need to get ready for my big match!"
"Oh... uh... o-ok..." You said, not quite sure what to expect.
As you both got up, you walked toward your respective corner. How could this sweet-looking girl act normal after what just happened. Thoughts like this clouded your mind, and you almost didn't hear Milly calling out to you. "Yoohoo! Monsieur Terrible? Are you ready?" You nodded, and tried to clear your mind, but it was no good, because when you opened your eyes, you could only focus on Madame Bosomy's wonderful, bouncing boobs, so hypnotic, so perfect. You zoned out again as Milly approached you, your eyes never leaving her swaying chest, until she was right on top of you. She laid a feminine hand against your chest and purred, and swept you up off of your feet. You landed with a thud, and Milly immediately went for the pin, not giving you any time to recover from your obliviousness. Her massive breasts pressed against the floor, spilling out in all directions as she pinned you. It was quite an orthodox hold she had you in, with none of her "fun parts" touching you. You looked longingly at her chest, squished against the arena floor, and wished that you could just touch them a little, and immediately found yourself disgusted at your own thoughts.
After holding you for the customary three seconds, Milly got up off of you, with a slightly smug smile on her face. "Zat was very good! If only I can be so graceful in all my matches!" Giving herself a little pat on the back. Of course the entire time, she could see you staring so blatantly at her gigantic bosom, and decided to flirt a little more with her friend. "I think zat is enough training for now, Monsieur Terrible!"
"What? But we just started!" you blurted out, not really thinking.
"Oh? So you can get another shot with these? Hmmm Monsieur Terrible?" She taunted, placing her hands on her chest and giving them a healthy squeeze.
"N-no! I-I-I was j-just wondering i-if you needed more practice! Honest!" You stammered out, embarrassed that she half-guessed your intentions.
"Oh you are so cute! But I am good for now, Monsieur Terrible! Besides, it is time for my match soon. Let's go together, non?"
As you walked out of the practice room and down a long corridor, you just couldn't help but wonder why Madame Bosomy was dragging you along down this way. Wasn't the spectator entrance somewhere else? As you stepped out of the tunnel with Milly, you were hit by the cheering of what must have been well over two thousand fans and blinding lights. During that moment, as you were taking in this grand sight, you heard the distinct sound of microphone feedback.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Called out a very familiar voice. It was Touko's voice, and she sounded ready for something big. "Today, we at the DWA, have a very special treat for you! Today we make history! Here in one corner we have our beloved Madame Bosomy!" Just upon hearing her name the crowd roared and cheered. She climbed into the arena, waving to her fans, blowing kisses along the way. "And in the other corner, it's a debut match for Tommy the Terrible!"
Upon hearing your name, you immediately picked up your head, looking around in bewilderment. "Me? Is she crazy?" you thought to yourself. "Don't be shy Tommy! Get in the ring!" Touko called out, and the crowd started chanting your name. As you climbed in the ring, Touko continued her buildup, which was now in full-force. "Today is special, not only because it's Mr. Terrible's first match, but because we're going to do something new here! We're going to have a very special Strip-Match! The rules are simple, every time you get pinned, you lose an article of clothing! First person who loses all their clothes loses!"
How is this fair? you thought to yourself. You only had your trunks and boxers on underneath, while Milly, who was still waving to the crowd probably had at least five separate articles of clothing on, although you could imagine that once she was down to her bra and panties, if she even had any underneath her corset, the match would probably be over by then.
Before you can object to such a crazy idea, the bell that signified the start of the match rang.
DING DING!
"READY??? START!"
What happens next?
Milly had a little bit of trouble tucking her breast back into her maid uniform, perhaps because the uniform was too tight, maybe because her tit was so big, or possibly a combination of both. As you sat there, mind racing about what the hell just happened, she looked at you somewhat endearingly. Embarrassed about what just happened, you turned your head away, blushing heavily. You were extremely inexperienced with women, never having even kissed one before, you weren't sure what just happened, or what could happen now. After sitting there somewhat uncomfortably for about a good minute, Madame Bosomy finally broke the silence between you two. "So Monsieur Terrible! Let us get back to ze wrestling, non? I still need to get ready for my big match!"
"Oh... uh... o-ok..." You said, not quite sure what to expect.
As you both got up, you walked toward your respective corner. How could this sweet-looking girl act normal after what just happened. Thoughts like this clouded your mind, and you almost didn't hear Milly calling out to you. "Yoohoo! Monsieur Terrible? Are you ready?" You nodded, and tried to clear your mind, but it was no good, because when you opened your eyes, you could only focus on Madame Bosomy's wonderful, bouncing boobs, so hypnotic, so perfect. You zoned out again as Milly approached you, your eyes never leaving her swaying chest, until she was right on top of you. She laid a feminine hand against your chest and purred, and swept you up off of your feet. You landed with a thud, and Milly immediately went for the pin, not giving you any time to recover from your obliviousness. Her massive breasts pressed against the floor, spilling out in all directions as she pinned you. It was quite an orthodox hold she had you in, with none of her "fun parts" touching you. You looked longingly at her chest, squished against the arena floor, and wished that you could just touch them a little, and immediately found yourself disgusted at your own thoughts.
After holding you for the customary three seconds, Milly got up off of you, with a slightly smug smile on her face. "Zat was very good! If only I can be so graceful in all my matches!" Giving herself a little pat on the back. Of course the entire time, she could see you staring so blatantly at her gigantic bosom, and decided to flirt a little more with her friend. "I think zat is enough training for now, Monsieur Terrible!"
"What? But we just started!" you blurted out, not really thinking.
"Oh? So you can get another shot with these? Hmmm Monsieur Terrible?" She taunted, placing her hands on her chest and giving them a healthy squeeze.
"N-no! I-I-I was j-just wondering i-if you needed more practice! Honest!" You stammered out, embarrassed that she half-guessed your intentions.
"Oh you are so cute! But I am good for now, Monsieur Terrible! Besides, it is time for my match soon. Let's go together, non?"
As you walked out of the practice room and down a long corridor, you just couldn't help but wonder why Madame Bosomy was dragging you along down this way. Wasn't the spectator entrance somewhere else? As you stepped out of the tunnel with Milly, you were hit by the cheering of what must have been well over two thousand fans and blinding lights. During that moment, as you were taking in this grand sight, you heard the distinct sound of microphone feedback.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Called out a very familiar voice. It was Touko's voice, and she sounded ready for something big. "Today, we at the DWA, have a very special treat for you! Today we make history! Here in one corner we have our beloved Madame Bosomy!" Just upon hearing her name the crowd roared and cheered. She climbed into the arena, waving to her fans, blowing kisses along the way. "And in the other corner, it's a debut match for Tommy the Terrible!"
Upon hearing your name, you immediately picked up your head, looking around in bewilderment. "Me? Is she crazy?" you thought to yourself. "Don't be shy Tommy! Get in the ring!" Touko called out, and the crowd started chanting your name. As you climbed in the ring, Touko continued her buildup, which was now in full-force. "Today is special, not only because it's Mr. Terrible's first match, but because we're going to do something new here! We're going to have a very special Strip-Match! The rules are simple, every time you get pinned, you lose an article of clothing! First person who loses all their clothes loses!"
How is this fair? you thought to yourself. You only had your trunks and boxers on underneath, while Milly, who was still waving to the crowd probably had at least five separate articles of clothing on, although you could imagine that once she was down to her bra and panties, if she even had any underneath her corset, the match would probably be over by then.
Before you can object to such a crazy idea, the bell that signified the start of the match rang.
DING DING!
"READY??? START!"
What happens next?
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May 31, 2023
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