Crap, she's awake! What the hell are you supposed to do now? Your heart and mind race as you slowly back away from the drunk, waking Betty. "Hmm? Who'rrree you," Betty slurs, her eyes now fully focused on the tiny intruder in her room. You've got to get out of here, quick! You turn around to make a mad dash for the exit, but, before you can run off, you're suddenly stopped by the sensation of two very heavy, very soft objects plopping onto your shoulders and bearing against the back of your head. After quickly turning from her table to face you and leaning forwards, Betty now firmly holds you in place with her massive bosom, making your whole body--especially a certain part of you--start to go stiff in anticipation. "Woah there, little guy. You're not gonna leave without saying hello to everyone's favorite Wonder Bust, are you," she asks with an inebriated giggle. Your eyes dart left and right as you see Betty's huge breasts spill past your shoulders and engulf your head between them, her smooth, creamy flesh taking up more of your vision.
You're surprised by Betty's reaction to finding you in her room uninvited. She's taking it very well (maybe a little too well), but that may change if she finds out you're only here to take an incriminating photo for Becky. You've got to get out before she catches on. Just as Betty starts to snake a hand around your body to pull you closer, you desperately leap forward, freeing yourself from her bosomy embrace, but she grabs your arm before you can escape. "Aw, no need to by shy," Betty says as you turn to face her. "Wonder Bust always takes gooood care of her fans, especially cute ones like yourself," she says flirtatiously. Wait, "fan?" Is that what she thinks you are: just a fan that snuck into her room to meet her? That might explain why she's not upset with you (besides her being very drunk). Before you can say anything, Betty notices you standing next to the six-pack of beer she left on the floor. She gasps and excitedly bounces in her seat, making her breasts bounce tremendously. "Oh, oh, oh! Were you the one who left me the gift at my door? Cause I loved it! I feel so amazing right now, like I could wrestle everyone in the league at once!"
You know you should focus on getting out of here asap, but it's hard to think about anything other than this giddy, half-naked drunk woman bouncing in front of you. Betty's distracting display compels you to mindlessly give her an honest answer. "Uh, no, I'm not."
Betty's bouncing slowly comes to a stop after she hears your answer. "Oh, really? That's too bad," she says as she picks up her unfinished beer from next to you, though she doesn't sound that disappointed. Betty takes a sip and says "if you were, I would've given you a reward for such a great gift, an extra-special reward." Betty presses her beer can against the side of her breast and suggestively sways her chest in front of you, not-so-subtly hinting at what she planned to do. You stare transfixed as Betty's thick, pink nipples start to harden, stimulated by the cold metal pressed against her warm skin as well as her own growing excitement. You eventually notice the amorous look she's been giving you, making you realize that she must be the type that gets flirty when drunk. You should get out of here before this escalates any further. Becky's already shrunk you enough from all her teasing. You don't want more of the same to happen with Betty, especially since her intoxication will make her much less likely to show any restraint.
You start scanning the floor for Becky's phone, afraid of what else the Big Bully might do to you if you lost it, but, before you can find it, you hear Betty ask, "Oooh, is this your phone? Funny, I think I might know someone with a similar phone."
You look up to see Betty holding Becky's phone and eyeing it curiously, her addled mind preventing her from recognizing it immediately. Before she has a chance to remember, you quickly sputter out an answer. "Yes, it is! I-I, mean, kinda. It belongs to a--er--friend of mind, and I'm just holding onto it until she comes back for it."
You see a devilish smile creep along Betty's flushed face at your answer. "Tsk, Tsk, little guy. You should know better than to go around dropping other people's things. You'll need to take better care. Here, Wonder Bust will show you. Until your friend comes back for it, I'll keep this phone someplace very safe." Betty playfully dangles the phone above her massive bosom before letting it drop. You watch in awe as the phone easily disappears between her breasts, now virtually hidden from the outside world. "Buuut, if you ever need it. You can always reach inside and take it...if you can find it." You give a soft gulp as you watch Betty repeatedly squeeze her breasts together with a content smile, occasionally revealing the phone for a moment before once again submersing it in her abundance of alluring tit flesh.
In her inebriation, Betty finds your obvious ogling very cute and loves how easily she's caught your attention, like it's all a game to her. Eventually, she realizes she hardly knows anything about her new playmate. Pausing her squeezing, she asks, still slurring, "So just who are you anyway, little guy? Like, what's your deal?"
After taking a moment to snap back into reality, you answer, "Well, my name's Tom, and my, uh, 'deal' is that I'm a new wrestler here. And I've been--"
Suddenly you're interrupted by Betty's loud squealing, the beer in her system doing nothing to help hide her excitement at a guy joining the DWA. She quickly stands up, further emphasizing the blatant size difference between the two of you, and says "Really? You're a new wrestler here!? That's great! We should totally hang out then." Suddenly, Betty picks you up with ease, putting you in a headlock that shoves the side of your head against her breasts, inadvertently covering a large portion of your face with it as you dangle helplessly against her. With a beer still in her other hand, Betty casually strolls with you towards her couch nearby, then she tosses you onto it before sitting down next to you. "Nice to meet'cha, Tommy. I'm Betty. So, cutie, how have you enjoyed your time at the DWA so far? Have you met any of the other wrestlers yet?"
"Uh, yeah, it's been ok, I guess. The women I've met so far have been...interesting," you say awkwardly, the nicest thing you can come up with after thinking back to your horrible time with the likes of Touko, Patty, and Becky. While you talk, you notice Betty's face getting more flushed as she drunkenly sways in place and occasionally hiccups, making her massive melons wobble and bounce in front of you. Geez, she wound up like this after just a few sips up beer? To your surprise, you see Betty start to take a few more sips from the can she's holding. "Uh, are you sure you should be drinking more of that, Betty? You're not looking so hot." Betty raises an eyebrow at you as she continues drinking. "Uh, I mean, not that you aren't hot--you totally are--but, it's just that, I think that might be too much for you."
Betty pulls the can from her lips and gives a deep exhale. She gives you a drunk smile, both at your compliment and at your concern. Betty proudly pounds a fist to her chest (making her breasts wobble more) and says, "Not to worry, little guy. *hic* Nothing's too much for the unbeatable Wonder Bust! And, like I said, this stuff makes me feel great. Wanna try some?" Betty gets on her knees and leans towards you on the couch, offering the can to you while carelessly showing off her hanging cleavage to you.
Since you've been with Betty, you've been feeling blood rushing from your brain to your cock in excitement from just the sight of her, but, in the back of your mind, you know the last thing you need right now is to risk getting drunk with this openly flirty drunk girl, not with your size at stake. "Uh, no thanks, Betty. I'm good," you politely refuse.
Betty cutely blinks in surprise at your refusal. "Huh? *hic* Why not? This stuff's great," she slurs. She notices you struggling to maintain eye contact with her and follows your gaze to her breasts, brining a mischievous smile back to her face. "Oh, *hic*I get it. You just don't like drinking from the cans, right? No worries. Wonder Bust knows the perfect place you can drink from, you little devil." At that, Betty starts to pour out the rest of her beer directly onto her massive breasts, making your jaw drop in astonishment. The liquid spills all around and in between her tits, soaking them and making them shimmer under her room's lights (fortunately, Becky's phone, still trapped between them, is covered in a protective case). Draping an arm across her massive chest, Betty squeezes her wet bosom and tantalizingly forms a small pool of beer at the top of her cleavage.
You nervously shift backwards as she sultrily crawls towards you, but you quickly run out of couch to flee on, getting trapped by the armrest at the end. Before you can try to get off, Betty quickly overtakes you, pressing her larger body against yours as her bodacious, booze-covered breasts hang millimeters in front of you, inviting you to drink from between them while she smiles at you. The scent of alcohol from Betty's hot breath and warm body makes you dizzy, practically intoxicating you. "Drink up," she says before putting a hand and at the back of your head and shoving your face against her chest, submersing you in her cleavage and the beer trapped inside. Tickled by your squirming against her, Betty giggles as she presses herself further against you, practically burying you under her soft, heavy body. As she presses your head deeper between her breasts, you have enough wherewithal to notice something hard amidst all the warm softness pressing against your nose. Becky's cellphone! If you can just somehow manage to grab it and get out of here before you shrink again...
What next?
You're surprised by Betty's reaction to finding you in her room uninvited. She's taking it very well (maybe a little too well), but that may change if she finds out you're only here to take an incriminating photo for Becky. You've got to get out before she catches on. Just as Betty starts to snake a hand around your body to pull you closer, you desperately leap forward, freeing yourself from her bosomy embrace, but she grabs your arm before you can escape. "Aw, no need to by shy," Betty says as you turn to face her. "Wonder Bust always takes gooood care of her fans, especially cute ones like yourself," she says flirtatiously. Wait, "fan?" Is that what she thinks you are: just a fan that snuck into her room to meet her? That might explain why she's not upset with you (besides her being very drunk). Before you can say anything, Betty notices you standing next to the six-pack of beer she left on the floor. She gasps and excitedly bounces in her seat, making her breasts bounce tremendously. "Oh, oh, oh! Were you the one who left me the gift at my door? Cause I loved it! I feel so amazing right now, like I could wrestle everyone in the league at once!"
You know you should focus on getting out of here asap, but it's hard to think about anything other than this giddy, half-naked drunk woman bouncing in front of you. Betty's distracting display compels you to mindlessly give her an honest answer. "Uh, no, I'm not."
Betty's bouncing slowly comes to a stop after she hears your answer. "Oh, really? That's too bad," she says as she picks up her unfinished beer from next to you, though she doesn't sound that disappointed. Betty takes a sip and says "if you were, I would've given you a reward for such a great gift, an extra-special reward." Betty presses her beer can against the side of her breast and suggestively sways her chest in front of you, not-so-subtly hinting at what she planned to do. You stare transfixed as Betty's thick, pink nipples start to harden, stimulated by the cold metal pressed against her warm skin as well as her own growing excitement. You eventually notice the amorous look she's been giving you, making you realize that she must be the type that gets flirty when drunk. You should get out of here before this escalates any further. Becky's already shrunk you enough from all her teasing. You don't want more of the same to happen with Betty, especially since her intoxication will make her much less likely to show any restraint.
You start scanning the floor for Becky's phone, afraid of what else the Big Bully might do to you if you lost it, but, before you can find it, you hear Betty ask, "Oooh, is this your phone? Funny, I think I might know someone with a similar phone."
You look up to see Betty holding Becky's phone and eyeing it curiously, her addled mind preventing her from recognizing it immediately. Before she has a chance to remember, you quickly sputter out an answer. "Yes, it is! I-I, mean, kinda. It belongs to a--er--friend of mind, and I'm just holding onto it until she comes back for it."
You see a devilish smile creep along Betty's flushed face at your answer. "Tsk, Tsk, little guy. You should know better than to go around dropping other people's things. You'll need to take better care. Here, Wonder Bust will show you. Until your friend comes back for it, I'll keep this phone someplace very safe." Betty playfully dangles the phone above her massive bosom before letting it drop. You watch in awe as the phone easily disappears between her breasts, now virtually hidden from the outside world. "Buuut, if you ever need it. You can always reach inside and take it...if you can find it." You give a soft gulp as you watch Betty repeatedly squeeze her breasts together with a content smile, occasionally revealing the phone for a moment before once again submersing it in her abundance of alluring tit flesh.
In her inebriation, Betty finds your obvious ogling very cute and loves how easily she's caught your attention, like it's all a game to her. Eventually, she realizes she hardly knows anything about her new playmate. Pausing her squeezing, she asks, still slurring, "So just who are you anyway, little guy? Like, what's your deal?"
After taking a moment to snap back into reality, you answer, "Well, my name's Tom, and my, uh, 'deal' is that I'm a new wrestler here. And I've been--"
Suddenly you're interrupted by Betty's loud squealing, the beer in her system doing nothing to help hide her excitement at a guy joining the DWA. She quickly stands up, further emphasizing the blatant size difference between the two of you, and says "Really? You're a new wrestler here!? That's great! We should totally hang out then." Suddenly, Betty picks you up with ease, putting you in a headlock that shoves the side of your head against her breasts, inadvertently covering a large portion of your face with it as you dangle helplessly against her. With a beer still in her other hand, Betty casually strolls with you towards her couch nearby, then she tosses you onto it before sitting down next to you. "Nice to meet'cha, Tommy. I'm Betty. So, cutie, how have you enjoyed your time at the DWA so far? Have you met any of the other wrestlers yet?"
"Uh, yeah, it's been ok, I guess. The women I've met so far have been...interesting," you say awkwardly, the nicest thing you can come up with after thinking back to your horrible time with the likes of Touko, Patty, and Becky. While you talk, you notice Betty's face getting more flushed as she drunkenly sways in place and occasionally hiccups, making her massive melons wobble and bounce in front of you. Geez, she wound up like this after just a few sips up beer? To your surprise, you see Betty start to take a few more sips from the can she's holding. "Uh, are you sure you should be drinking more of that, Betty? You're not looking so hot." Betty raises an eyebrow at you as she continues drinking. "Uh, I mean, not that you aren't hot--you totally are--but, it's just that, I think that might be too much for you."
Betty pulls the can from her lips and gives a deep exhale. She gives you a drunk smile, both at your compliment and at your concern. Betty proudly pounds a fist to her chest (making her breasts wobble more) and says, "Not to worry, little guy. *hic* Nothing's too much for the unbeatable Wonder Bust! And, like I said, this stuff makes me feel great. Wanna try some?" Betty gets on her knees and leans towards you on the couch, offering the can to you while carelessly showing off her hanging cleavage to you.
Since you've been with Betty, you've been feeling blood rushing from your brain to your cock in excitement from just the sight of her, but, in the back of your mind, you know the last thing you need right now is to risk getting drunk with this openly flirty drunk girl, not with your size at stake. "Uh, no thanks, Betty. I'm good," you politely refuse.
Betty cutely blinks in surprise at your refusal. "Huh? *hic* Why not? This stuff's great," she slurs. She notices you struggling to maintain eye contact with her and follows your gaze to her breasts, brining a mischievous smile back to her face. "Oh, *hic*I get it. You just don't like drinking from the cans, right? No worries. Wonder Bust knows the perfect place you can drink from, you little devil." At that, Betty starts to pour out the rest of her beer directly onto her massive breasts, making your jaw drop in astonishment. The liquid spills all around and in between her tits, soaking them and making them shimmer under her room's lights (fortunately, Becky's phone, still trapped between them, is covered in a protective case). Draping an arm across her massive chest, Betty squeezes her wet bosom and tantalizingly forms a small pool of beer at the top of her cleavage.
You nervously shift backwards as she sultrily crawls towards you, but you quickly run out of couch to flee on, getting trapped by the armrest at the end. Before you can try to get off, Betty quickly overtakes you, pressing her larger body against yours as her bodacious, booze-covered breasts hang millimeters in front of you, inviting you to drink from between them while she smiles at you. The scent of alcohol from Betty's hot breath and warm body makes you dizzy, practically intoxicating you. "Drink up," she says before putting a hand and at the back of your head and shoving your face against her chest, submersing you in her cleavage and the beer trapped inside. Tickled by your squirming against her, Betty giggles as she presses herself further against you, practically burying you under her soft, heavy body. As she presses your head deeper between her breasts, you have enough wherewithal to notice something hard amidst all the warm softness pressing against your nose. Becky's cellphone! If you can just somehow manage to grab it and get out of here before you shrink again...
What next?
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May 31, 2023
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