Sore, dazed, and humiliated after your first match, you hardly have enough strength to move on your own. These ring girls are literally carrying you in between them as they follow Patty through the crowd toward the changing room next to the ring. You manage to lift your head up enough to see Patty proudly strutting past her fans, blowing a few kisses to the crowd along the way. You blush furiously, both at the distracting sight of Patty flaunting her jiggly ass with every step she takes and at the demeaning way this brat treated you during you match. Not only did she go back on her word to throw the match, but she acted like you were her plaything the whole time. Thanks to her, you're even shorter now, and, at this rate, it'll probably take forever for you to get your size back.
As you fume, you all pass through the large double doors, leaving behind the screaming fans on the other side. Patty goes to her designated locker and pulls out a bag, a towel, and a change of clothes. The ring girls drop you on a nearby bench, allowing your weary body to lean back and rest against it. Their job done, the bikini beauties depart, but not before one of them, apparently pleased with your performance in the ring, gives you a big smooch, her full lips briefly enveloping your head and upper torso. You and Patty are alone the changing room now, and, while she gets ready to leave, you focus on resting. Your first match was a disaster, but it's all behind you now.
Just as you start to relax, you're startled by the sound of Patty's mocking laughter while she packs her things. "Haha, you should've seen your face out there, pipsqueak. It was priceless," she jeers. "I can't believe you actually thought I would throw the match for you. Me: the Pink Princess! And then you thought you could actually take me. Yeah, you sure showed me," Patty howls with laughter for another minute as she recounts your embarrassing performance in the ring. Still exhausted, all you can do is sit there and glare at Patty from across the room as she ridicules you mercilessly. She eventually calms down and says, "One thing you gotta learn--and learn quick--,newbie: it's every woman for herself here. I'm not about to ruin my image for a shrimp like you," the short girl chides. Patty glances in your direction and notices you glaring. She rolls her eyes. "Oh, don't give me that, you big--sorry, 'little'--baby. It's just the law of the jungle here." She looks you over for a moment before adding, "If anything, you should be thanking me."
Your blood starts to boil. "Thank you!? For what!? You broke your promise, and you made me look like a fool out there!"
Patty blows a quick bubble with her gum before slowly swaggering towards you, her small towel draped over her shoulder. Your anger quickly dissipates as her curvy, intimidating body looms over yours. She leans in, letting her hefty breasts gently sway in front of you, and eyes your cock pitching a tent in your wrestling shorts, still excited from all the times she teased you with her body. "Don't think I didn't notice your little stiffy begging for some attention during our match," Patty casually answers, still smacking on her gum. She takes a finger and prods your cock a few times, sending small jolts of pleasure through your body. You use all the strength you have left to hold back a moan, not wanting to give this brat the satisfaction. "Whine and complain all you want, but you clearly enjoyed our match more than you let on. And really, I don't blame you. Many fans would kill to have the kind of one-on-one time you had with their favorite Princess...and all of this." She makes a gesture showing off her voluptuous body. "I just have that kind of effect on all my subjects. I can't help it, really," she boasts. You roll your eyes before she continues. "So, if anything, you should feel honored for having a chance to wrestle me. So honored, in fact, that you should be doing me a favor"
You raise an eyebrow. "A favor? Like what," you ask, inadvertently humoring Patty's strange demand with your curiosity.
Patty glances at her towel and gives a devilish smirk before throwing it away. "Oh, I think I know just the thing." Suddenly, Patty grabs both your hands with her hand and holds them over your head, easily overpowering you at your small size. Before you can demand she let you go, she turns to the side to show off her massive booty to you again, now glistening with drops of sweat. "You see, little peasant, your princess got awfully sweaty during her match with you, trying to put on the best performance as possible for her adoring fans. My beautiful butt gets especially sweaty, so I must dry off before I can even think of changing clothes. Otherwise, they'd be ruined. Since I got this way cause of you, it's only fair that you be the one to clean it up."
Your eyes widen at Patty's insane demand. "What? That's crazy! I'm not gonna--" Patty doesn't give you a choice. She quickly sweeps you away by using one hand to lift you in the air by your tiny hands while her other hand grabs both your feet. She pulls your small body taut and holds you in place behind her, just below her ass. You gawp as Patty's sweaty ass, now bigger than your entire body, looms over you and threatens to engulf you.
"Be sure to get every inch of it, little peasant. Your Princess demands it," Patty taunts before bluntly pulling you against her massive rump. Using you like a small towel to dry herself off, Patty slides you back and forth across every acre of her round rear, her beads of sweat making it extra slippery. Heat radiates from Patty's amazing ass as you feel like you're drowning in her soft flesh. Up, down, left right. She uses her butt to repeatedly rub you, and especially your sensitive cock, in just the right way, stimulating you immensely. Since Patty's been treating you like an object this while time, you don't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing how much she's turned you on, but, aroused and dizzy from all the movement, you can't help it anymore. You start to moan against Patty's ass, sending pleasant-feeling vibrations against her spongy flesh, which she feels. She giggles and increases the tempo a little, savoring the feel of her newest, tiniest "fan" against her while the increased jiggling bounces her ass against you more. She slides you along one meaty cheek, then the other, then in between them. She grinds you on top of her ass, then beneath it, making you bear its weight as you floss it. And then she repeats the pattern again and again.
Just when you think you're about to pass out, Patty pulls you from her ass and holds you in front of her, still clasping you by your hands as you dangle in the air. Drenched in sweat and gasping for air, you still manage to choke out a comment. "I *gasp* can't believe you just made me do that *wheeze*"
Patty holds up a finger to silence you. "Sush. Peasants shouldn't speak until they finish serving their Princess. There's at least one more place you need to clean up before I'm done with you." Your eyes boggle as Patty uses her other hand to pull up on her tight crop top, letting her massive breasts spring free, glimmering with sweat droplets. She uses her hand to squeeze her breasts, just to tease you a little more. and winks. "I often get sweaty here too. See?" Slack-jawed and stammering, you don't manage to say anything before Patty grabs your feet again and dries her breasts off with you. Like with her butt, she slides you back and forth all across her expansive flesh, hopelessly arousing you as she continues toying with you. Left, right, above, beneath, in between. Even though you're not catching as much of Patty's sweat as a regular towel, she continues to vigorously rubs you against her, enjoying herself immensely.
Eventually, Patty finishes and carelessly drops you back onto the bench you were on, leaving you a dizzy, heaving mess. She takes a moment to look over her body, using her hands to squeeze her butt and breasts while inspecting your handiwork. "Hmm, not bad, pipsqueak. I'd say this was pretty serviceable." Patty struts back to her things and gives a wave from behind. "If you want me to do any more 'favors' for you, swing by my dressing room, and I'm sure we can work something out," she teases before leaving.
You can't believe this place! Everyone here seems intent on using you for their own benefit, and, at your size, there's nothing you can do about it. How are you supposed to get by here!? You're snapped out of your thoughts as you hear someone walking in.
Who is it?
As you fume, you all pass through the large double doors, leaving behind the screaming fans on the other side. Patty goes to her designated locker and pulls out a bag, a towel, and a change of clothes. The ring girls drop you on a nearby bench, allowing your weary body to lean back and rest against it. Their job done, the bikini beauties depart, but not before one of them, apparently pleased with your performance in the ring, gives you a big smooch, her full lips briefly enveloping your head and upper torso. You and Patty are alone the changing room now, and, while she gets ready to leave, you focus on resting. Your first match was a disaster, but it's all behind you now.
Just as you start to relax, you're startled by the sound of Patty's mocking laughter while she packs her things. "Haha, you should've seen your face out there, pipsqueak. It was priceless," she jeers. "I can't believe you actually thought I would throw the match for you. Me: the Pink Princess! And then you thought you could actually take me. Yeah, you sure showed me," Patty howls with laughter for another minute as she recounts your embarrassing performance in the ring. Still exhausted, all you can do is sit there and glare at Patty from across the room as she ridicules you mercilessly. She eventually calms down and says, "One thing you gotta learn--and learn quick--,newbie: it's every woman for herself here. I'm not about to ruin my image for a shrimp like you," the short girl chides. Patty glances in your direction and notices you glaring. She rolls her eyes. "Oh, don't give me that, you big--sorry, 'little'--baby. It's just the law of the jungle here." She looks you over for a moment before adding, "If anything, you should be thanking me."
Your blood starts to boil. "Thank you!? For what!? You broke your promise, and you made me look like a fool out there!"
Patty blows a quick bubble with her gum before slowly swaggering towards you, her small towel draped over her shoulder. Your anger quickly dissipates as her curvy, intimidating body looms over yours. She leans in, letting her hefty breasts gently sway in front of you, and eyes your cock pitching a tent in your wrestling shorts, still excited from all the times she teased you with her body. "Don't think I didn't notice your little stiffy begging for some attention during our match," Patty casually answers, still smacking on her gum. She takes a finger and prods your cock a few times, sending small jolts of pleasure through your body. You use all the strength you have left to hold back a moan, not wanting to give this brat the satisfaction. "Whine and complain all you want, but you clearly enjoyed our match more than you let on. And really, I don't blame you. Many fans would kill to have the kind of one-on-one time you had with their favorite Princess...and all of this." She makes a gesture showing off her voluptuous body. "I just have that kind of effect on all my subjects. I can't help it, really," she boasts. You roll your eyes before she continues. "So, if anything, you should feel honored for having a chance to wrestle me. So honored, in fact, that you should be doing me a favor"
You raise an eyebrow. "A favor? Like what," you ask, inadvertently humoring Patty's strange demand with your curiosity.
Patty glances at her towel and gives a devilish smirk before throwing it away. "Oh, I think I know just the thing." Suddenly, Patty grabs both your hands with her hand and holds them over your head, easily overpowering you at your small size. Before you can demand she let you go, she turns to the side to show off her massive booty to you again, now glistening with drops of sweat. "You see, little peasant, your princess got awfully sweaty during her match with you, trying to put on the best performance as possible for her adoring fans. My beautiful butt gets especially sweaty, so I must dry off before I can even think of changing clothes. Otherwise, they'd be ruined. Since I got this way cause of you, it's only fair that you be the one to clean it up."
Your eyes widen at Patty's insane demand. "What? That's crazy! I'm not gonna--" Patty doesn't give you a choice. She quickly sweeps you away by using one hand to lift you in the air by your tiny hands while her other hand grabs both your feet. She pulls your small body taut and holds you in place behind her, just below her ass. You gawp as Patty's sweaty ass, now bigger than your entire body, looms over you and threatens to engulf you.
"Be sure to get every inch of it, little peasant. Your Princess demands it," Patty taunts before bluntly pulling you against her massive rump. Using you like a small towel to dry herself off, Patty slides you back and forth across every acre of her round rear, her beads of sweat making it extra slippery. Heat radiates from Patty's amazing ass as you feel like you're drowning in her soft flesh. Up, down, left right. She uses her butt to repeatedly rub you, and especially your sensitive cock, in just the right way, stimulating you immensely. Since Patty's been treating you like an object this while time, you don't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing how much she's turned you on, but, aroused and dizzy from all the movement, you can't help it anymore. You start to moan against Patty's ass, sending pleasant-feeling vibrations against her spongy flesh, which she feels. She giggles and increases the tempo a little, savoring the feel of her newest, tiniest "fan" against her while the increased jiggling bounces her ass against you more. She slides you along one meaty cheek, then the other, then in between them. She grinds you on top of her ass, then beneath it, making you bear its weight as you floss it. And then she repeats the pattern again and again.
Just when you think you're about to pass out, Patty pulls you from her ass and holds you in front of her, still clasping you by your hands as you dangle in the air. Drenched in sweat and gasping for air, you still manage to choke out a comment. "I *gasp* can't believe you just made me do that *wheeze*"
Patty holds up a finger to silence you. "Sush. Peasants shouldn't speak until they finish serving their Princess. There's at least one more place you need to clean up before I'm done with you." Your eyes boggle as Patty uses her other hand to pull up on her tight crop top, letting her massive breasts spring free, glimmering with sweat droplets. She uses her hand to squeeze her breasts, just to tease you a little more. and winks. "I often get sweaty here too. See?" Slack-jawed and stammering, you don't manage to say anything before Patty grabs your feet again and dries her breasts off with you. Like with her butt, she slides you back and forth all across her expansive flesh, hopelessly arousing you as she continues toying with you. Left, right, above, beneath, in between. Even though you're not catching as much of Patty's sweat as a regular towel, she continues to vigorously rubs you against her, enjoying herself immensely.
Eventually, Patty finishes and carelessly drops you back onto the bench you were on, leaving you a dizzy, heaving mess. She takes a moment to look over her body, using her hands to squeeze her butt and breasts while inspecting your handiwork. "Hmm, not bad, pipsqueak. I'd say this was pretty serviceable." Patty struts back to her things and gives a wave from behind. "If you want me to do any more 'favors' for you, swing by my dressing room, and I'm sure we can work something out," she teases before leaving.
You can't believe this place! Everyone here seems intent on using you for their own benefit, and, at your size, there's nothing you can do about it. How are you supposed to get by here!? You're snapped out of your thoughts as you hear someone walking in.
Who is it?
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