Jezebel and The Belly Dancer, entering the pool
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 4
You hear two feminine voices talking to each other as you turn the corner, though you only manage to get the slightest glimpse of a woman’s figure as it disappears behind a door at the end of the hall. Seeing a chance to finally talk to someone and ask for help, you follow. Hopefully, they’re more friendly than Touko.
As you enter the door, you’re surprised to find yourself standing at a gorgeous indoor pool. Giant skylight. Waterslide. Diving board. Chairs and tables. A bar!? This is the most lavish pool you’ve ever seen, the last thing you’d ever expect to find at a wrestling venue. You idly wonder just how loaded Touko is as you approach the foot of the pool, but your train of thought gets derailed and utterly demolished as you spot something much more stunning than the pool. Off to the side are two jaw-droppingly gorgeous women blissfully lounging on chairs beneath the skylight, the sun beaming on their radiant figures. In all your life, you’ve never seen women like these two.
The first is a tremendously fine woman. If it were anyone else, her long raven hair, woved into an exquisite braid, would make her stand out immediately... but her body already does that with gusto! If you weren’t already seeing them in person, you never would've believed curves like these existed. Fortunately, the sheer white one piece she wears puts virtually all of her caramel-skinned body on display, more than enough for you to see to believe. You see copious amounts of tan, jiggly flesh in all the right places, but she somehow maintains a svelte, shapley form everywhere else, her hourglass thinness only further emphasizing her raunchy dimensions.
Her swimsuit served as a shallow prison for her breasts, the two massively globular shapes bulging against the tight fabric to form a deep cleavage as she rests atop them to sunbathe. Her ass, thighs, and legs, all laying along the chair behind her, are just as eye-catching as her chest.
She has enough back there for an entire back-up team worth of twerkers, an ass so large her swimsuit bottom simply ceases to exist down there! It’s sucked deep into the crack between those wobbly, sun-drenched mountains. Judging by a unique feature of her swimsuit, this is a common occurrence. As a more elegant--but still insufficient--means to cover the swimsuit-bottom-eating rear, the swimsuit has an extra length of fabric draping from its back. It rests along the lengths of her asscrack like a small curtain, barely covering a third of those massive cheeks and drawing all the more attention to them. Just the slightest shift of weight from her to get more comfortable makes her booty quake for what feels like days, cheeks clapping at a moment's provocation.
As if that isn’t enough, the ivory-skinned woman lounging in the other chair is just as much a sight to behold, and that’s no easy feat. Anyone else would look plain while in the presence of such an exotic beauty, but not this woman. With her outrageous, brain-busting measurements that simply wasn't possible. Compared to the trim, athletic features of her friend, this woman is gloriously juicy and plump, capped off with a face so stunning that it could make any man skip a beat if she so much as winks at them. Practically dripping with sensuality, the brunette commands presence and power even as she casually reclines in her chair, her imposingly sexy body capable of making dozens of men grow erect and weak-kneed just from bending over for them.
She wears a red sling bikini, one that threatens to snap off her curves each time her body jiggles from crossing her pale, meaty legs. Her breasts are like a solid shelf across her front, framed and lifted by her tight, restraining outfit. Thickness fountains out of her waist, hips mushrooming out to the sides and back in spades. With such dangerous curves, a man would go dizzy if she so much as sashayed in his general direction.
Unable to help themselves in the presence of such heart-stopping eye-candy, your eyes dart back and forth between both vivacious women, finding it impossible to pull away from either one too long. This is too much. You never knew women like this could exist. Calling them thicc would be an understatement, and you know it.
Having completely forgotten yourself, you continue gawking until one of the beauties notices you. She smiles as if she just found an adorable new plaything then directs her friend’s attention towards you. The other woman giggles at the way you’re practically drooling over them.
Many girls might be shocked to glance over to their side and see someone utterly entranced by the sight of them, but ‘used to it’ didn't begin to describe the situation for these women. Little do you realize that you’re staring at two of the most alluring women in the DWA: Jezebel and The Belly Dancer. Masters of sensuality and seduction, every provocative sway of their hips or bounce of their chests could reduce admirers to horny, doting puppets to their whims. It’s why they have so many fans, and why it’s dangerous for any fans--especially the males--to get too close to them, which you’re experiencing firsthand.
You manage to snap out of your trance when Jezebel waves a hand to speak to you, further disarming you with her delightful accent. “Hello, love. We see you, by the way. And we KNOW you see us,” she titters.
“Are you enjoying mentally-undressing us from way over there,” the Belly Dancer teases. “You’re welcome to come much closer, if you’d like. No need to be shy. If you’re lucky, you might even get a chance to actually undress us.~” Jezebel playfully elbows her. You’re floored by such overt flirting from such intimidatingly beautiful women, barely able to stammer a hello in response. You'd hoped to find someone friendly, but these two might be too friendly, dangerously so.
Jezebel gestures for you to come closer. “Well come on then. What are you waiting for? You’re staring at us so much, it’s only fair you come here so we can take a gander at our new admirer.” You can’t help but obey her command. As you circled the pool, you wish you could say you maintained eye-contact with either one of them, but there’s no way you can, not with these unbelievable curves on display. You come to a halt just a couple feet away from them, too entranced to even notice that you’re precariously standing at the pool’s edge.
“That’s better,” Jezebel says while looking you over with her piercing hazel eyes. “Can’t say I’ve seen your face around here before, so, in case you need an introduction: My name’s Veronica…” As she ‘introduces’ herself, Jezebel gives you a naughty smile while taking a hand to her breast and squeezing it, letting its flesh spill through her fingers. “...And this bootylicious babe next to me is Yasmine.” Jezebel smacks her other hand against the Belly Dancer’s ass, and it similarly sinks against copious amounts of female flesh.
“Charmed, I’m sure,” Yasmine says, hardly reacting to her friend’s groping, but she is thoroughly enjoying the dumbfounded look on your face at such an enticing display.
“So then, love, what’s your name,” Veronica asks while sitting forward, the movement heaving her chest in your every direction. Your eyes are locked onto every jiggle.
“T-tom,” you manage to sputter out.
“So, Tom, you fancy yourself a wrestler, hm?” She points to your flashy shorts, which Touko’s attendants had you change into before you got here, labeled with the unfortunate name of ‘Tommy the Terrible.’ “Ever rolled around in the ring with gals like us before?~”
“If not, he likely will be, Jez, and very soon,” Yasmine chimes in. “I think this might be the new guy, the one Touko mentioned she was going to bring on board.”
“Ohhh, is that a fact, Yaz?” Jezebel grins from ear to ear at that delectable bit of info. “Then it’s only right that we ‘welcome’ him to the league. Y’know, show him the ropes, and all that Yazzz,” Veronica snickers at her pun while using her hand to make Yasmine’s ass wobble, a mouthwatering display. Yasmine rolls her eyes. “Maybe we can have him show us some of his moves, or we could show him our moves,” she says with a wink.
Yasmine giggles. “I’m not quite sure if he can handle that, Jez.”
“We both know that’s a risk we’re willing to take,” she quips. “Now why don’t we show our new coworker here who he’ll be working with.” Intent on subjecting you to their special form of hazing, Yasmine and Veronica get up and strut towards you.
As these goddesses walked towards you, you felt vaguely aware you should do something, but it was kind of a distant priority. Your eyes naturally fell to the thick, feminine hips that were on full display, the tiny little bits of fabric digging gently into the soft surface they were supposed to be, uh, concealing? No, the point of the outfits definitely aren't to conceal. You look ridiculous, slack-jawed and frozen in front of these two amazons, but you’re too entranced to care.
After a struggle, you manage to instead focus on the titties bouncing towards you, heaving cartoonishly with each step. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Easy to stare at, like the rest of those bodies. Barely covered at all - again, like the rest. Your eyes have no safe place to look. You simply stare as they come closer, titflesh wobbling around in unison with each seductive step. Your body reacts immediately, of course, standing at full attention for the slow, lazy bobs these titanic titties thrust upon your senses.
Before you know it, you’re face-to-chest with both imposing bosoms, your mouth too dry to speak as the twin canopies of flesh consume your vision the same way they consume the tight material of their swimsuits. At your peak distraction, Veronica ever so gently shoves her chest forward, bumping your face with just enough force to knock you into the pool behind you. “Whoopsie. No need to fall for us so soon, love. We’re just getting started,” she coyly teases
As you enter the door, you’re surprised to find yourself standing at a gorgeous indoor pool. Giant skylight. Waterslide. Diving board. Chairs and tables. A bar!? This is the most lavish pool you’ve ever seen, the last thing you’d ever expect to find at a wrestling venue. You idly wonder just how loaded Touko is as you approach the foot of the pool, but your train of thought gets derailed and utterly demolished as you spot something much more stunning than the pool. Off to the side are two jaw-droppingly gorgeous women blissfully lounging on chairs beneath the skylight, the sun beaming on their radiant figures. In all your life, you’ve never seen women like these two.
The first is a tremendously fine woman. If it were anyone else, her long raven hair, woved into an exquisite braid, would make her stand out immediately... but her body already does that with gusto! If you weren’t already seeing them in person, you never would've believed curves like these existed. Fortunately, the sheer white one piece she wears puts virtually all of her caramel-skinned body on display, more than enough for you to see to believe. You see copious amounts of tan, jiggly flesh in all the right places, but she somehow maintains a svelte, shapley form everywhere else, her hourglass thinness only further emphasizing her raunchy dimensions.
Her swimsuit served as a shallow prison for her breasts, the two massively globular shapes bulging against the tight fabric to form a deep cleavage as she rests atop them to sunbathe. Her ass, thighs, and legs, all laying along the chair behind her, are just as eye-catching as her chest.
She has enough back there for an entire back-up team worth of twerkers, an ass so large her swimsuit bottom simply ceases to exist down there! It’s sucked deep into the crack between those wobbly, sun-drenched mountains. Judging by a unique feature of her swimsuit, this is a common occurrence. As a more elegant--but still insufficient--means to cover the swimsuit-bottom-eating rear, the swimsuit has an extra length of fabric draping from its back. It rests along the lengths of her asscrack like a small curtain, barely covering a third of those massive cheeks and drawing all the more attention to them. Just the slightest shift of weight from her to get more comfortable makes her booty quake for what feels like days, cheeks clapping at a moment's provocation.
As if that isn’t enough, the ivory-skinned woman lounging in the other chair is just as much a sight to behold, and that’s no easy feat. Anyone else would look plain while in the presence of such an exotic beauty, but not this woman. With her outrageous, brain-busting measurements that simply wasn't possible. Compared to the trim, athletic features of her friend, this woman is gloriously juicy and plump, capped off with a face so stunning that it could make any man skip a beat if she so much as winks at them. Practically dripping with sensuality, the brunette commands presence and power even as she casually reclines in her chair, her imposingly sexy body capable of making dozens of men grow erect and weak-kneed just from bending over for them.
She wears a red sling bikini, one that threatens to snap off her curves each time her body jiggles from crossing her pale, meaty legs. Her breasts are like a solid shelf across her front, framed and lifted by her tight, restraining outfit. Thickness fountains out of her waist, hips mushrooming out to the sides and back in spades. With such dangerous curves, a man would go dizzy if she so much as sashayed in his general direction.
Unable to help themselves in the presence of such heart-stopping eye-candy, your eyes dart back and forth between both vivacious women, finding it impossible to pull away from either one too long. This is too much. You never knew women like this could exist. Calling them thicc would be an understatement, and you know it.
Having completely forgotten yourself, you continue gawking until one of the beauties notices you. She smiles as if she just found an adorable new plaything then directs her friend’s attention towards you. The other woman giggles at the way you’re practically drooling over them.
Many girls might be shocked to glance over to their side and see someone utterly entranced by the sight of them, but ‘used to it’ didn't begin to describe the situation for these women. Little do you realize that you’re staring at two of the most alluring women in the DWA: Jezebel and The Belly Dancer. Masters of sensuality and seduction, every provocative sway of their hips or bounce of their chests could reduce admirers to horny, doting puppets to their whims. It’s why they have so many fans, and why it’s dangerous for any fans--especially the males--to get too close to them, which you’re experiencing firsthand.
You manage to snap out of your trance when Jezebel waves a hand to speak to you, further disarming you with her delightful accent. “Hello, love. We see you, by the way. And we KNOW you see us,” she titters.
“Are you enjoying mentally-undressing us from way over there,” the Belly Dancer teases. “You’re welcome to come much closer, if you’d like. No need to be shy. If you’re lucky, you might even get a chance to actually undress us.~” Jezebel playfully elbows her. You’re floored by such overt flirting from such intimidatingly beautiful women, barely able to stammer a hello in response. You'd hoped to find someone friendly, but these two might be too friendly, dangerously so.
Jezebel gestures for you to come closer. “Well come on then. What are you waiting for? You’re staring at us so much, it’s only fair you come here so we can take a gander at our new admirer.” You can’t help but obey her command. As you circled the pool, you wish you could say you maintained eye-contact with either one of them, but there’s no way you can, not with these unbelievable curves on display. You come to a halt just a couple feet away from them, too entranced to even notice that you’re precariously standing at the pool’s edge.
“That’s better,” Jezebel says while looking you over with her piercing hazel eyes. “Can’t say I’ve seen your face around here before, so, in case you need an introduction: My name’s Veronica…” As she ‘introduces’ herself, Jezebel gives you a naughty smile while taking a hand to her breast and squeezing it, letting its flesh spill through her fingers. “...And this bootylicious babe next to me is Yasmine.” Jezebel smacks her other hand against the Belly Dancer’s ass, and it similarly sinks against copious amounts of female flesh.
“Charmed, I’m sure,” Yasmine says, hardly reacting to her friend’s groping, but she is thoroughly enjoying the dumbfounded look on your face at such an enticing display.
“So then, love, what’s your name,” Veronica asks while sitting forward, the movement heaving her chest in your every direction. Your eyes are locked onto every jiggle.
“T-tom,” you manage to sputter out.
“So, Tom, you fancy yourself a wrestler, hm?” She points to your flashy shorts, which Touko’s attendants had you change into before you got here, labeled with the unfortunate name of ‘Tommy the Terrible.’ “Ever rolled around in the ring with gals like us before?~”
“If not, he likely will be, Jez, and very soon,” Yasmine chimes in. “I think this might be the new guy, the one Touko mentioned she was going to bring on board.”
“Ohhh, is that a fact, Yaz?” Jezebel grins from ear to ear at that delectable bit of info. “Then it’s only right that we ‘welcome’ him to the league. Y’know, show him the ropes, and all that Yazzz,” Veronica snickers at her pun while using her hand to make Yasmine’s ass wobble, a mouthwatering display. Yasmine rolls her eyes. “Maybe we can have him show us some of his moves, or we could show him our moves,” she says with a wink.
Yasmine giggles. “I’m not quite sure if he can handle that, Jez.”
“We both know that’s a risk we’re willing to take,” she quips. “Now why don’t we show our new coworker here who he’ll be working with.” Intent on subjecting you to their special form of hazing, Yasmine and Veronica get up and strut towards you.
As these goddesses walked towards you, you felt vaguely aware you should do something, but it was kind of a distant priority. Your eyes naturally fell to the thick, feminine hips that were on full display, the tiny little bits of fabric digging gently into the soft surface they were supposed to be, uh, concealing? No, the point of the outfits definitely aren't to conceal. You look ridiculous, slack-jawed and frozen in front of these two amazons, but you’re too entranced to care.
After a struggle, you manage to instead focus on the titties bouncing towards you, heaving cartoonishly with each step. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Easy to stare at, like the rest of those bodies. Barely covered at all - again, like the rest. Your eyes have no safe place to look. You simply stare as they come closer, titflesh wobbling around in unison with each seductive step. Your body reacts immediately, of course, standing at full attention for the slow, lazy bobs these titanic titties thrust upon your senses.
Before you know it, you’re face-to-chest with both imposing bosoms, your mouth too dry to speak as the twin canopies of flesh consume your vision the same way they consume the tight material of their swimsuits. At your peak distraction, Veronica ever so gently shoves her chest forward, bumping your face with just enough force to knock you into the pool behind you. “Whoopsie. No need to fall for us so soon, love. We’re just getting started,” she coyly teases
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May 31, 2023
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