You grab the phone, but hesitate before leaving
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 15
In the heat of the moment, you decide to go for the phone one more time before your libido overwhelms you. When Betty drops her chest again, you desperately dive your face back into her cleavage, illicing a surprised giggle from her. “That’s not how you catch the titty, ssssilly! Now the titties have caught YOU, hee hee,” she slurs.
Enjoying how eager you seem to dive into her chest, Betty sits up, using her enveloping breasts to pull you along with her as she lets you continue your fun. She gently shakes her chest back and forth, amorously buffeting you with her boobs while inadvertently helping you get even deeper between them. After a minute, you manage to pull your head free, and with Becky’s phone securely in your mouth!
Betty’s eyes widen in awe. For the second time, she forgot she had stuffed the phone in her cleavage, so, from her drunk perspective, it looked like you magically pulled a phone from her cleavage with your mouth. It’s like you’re a tiny magician who’s good at bobbing for apples! Betty applauds, “Do it again! Do it again!” But you don’t oblige.
Believing you don’t have a moment to lose, you quickly jump off the couch and make a mad dash for the door before Betty can grab you again. To your surprise, you make it there with ease, half-expecting Betty to chase you or make a big fuss (the last thing you need is an angry drunk woman on your tail). But no, Betty is surprisingly quiet all of a sudden. Before you open the door you turn around to see what happened. Did she suddenly fall asleep?
No, she’s awake and looking directly at you, but she’s not angry or upset. “Are you leaving,” she asks sullenly, looking at you with a set of doe-eyes that stop you right in your tracks. She’s obviously very saddened by the idea of you leaving, killing the high she’s had up till now. Believe it or not, the short time she spent drinking and playing with you was the best time Betty’s had in awhile.
While she may never admit it while sober, the burden of being DWA’s Wonder Bust--a heroic face meant to be admired by all--can be a bit stressful and lonesome sometimes. After all, she hardly has time to make friends outside of the ring, and everyone expects so much of her; Not to mention there are folks like Becky always giving her a hard time for just doing her job and playing her part so well. Enjoying gifts from sincere fans is usually what gets her through each week, but this latest gift made her realize something she didn’t even know she needed: some time to cut loose. Turns out, a little bit of alcohol and--more importantly--a cute guy to have fun with is just what the doctor ordered for her. Even so, she doesn’t want to force herself on you if you really don’t want it. No amount of alcohol is gonna change her moral compass; that’s why she’s Wonder Bust.
Her face still a little flush from the alcohol, Betty sheepishly fiddles with her fingers as she gets up and walks towards you. “Don’t go. Please? We're having fun together, right? Lots and lots of fun?” You’re startled by how sweet and sincere Betty is being, a FAR cry from the likes of Patty or Becky, and the disappointment in her voice makes your heart ache a little. As she ‘levels’ with you, Betty gets down on her knees while earnestly clasping her hands beneath her chest. “Stay a little longer, pleaaaaaase?”
Betty eyes you longingly while inadvertently squeezing her breasts between her arms, making them seem even bigger. The sight of half-naked Betty sincerely pleading with you while squeezing her enormous bust is enough to make your heart skip a beat and your cock twitch eagerly, a one-two punch of emotions that could only come from a dynamite wrestler like Wonder Bust. It’s enough to make you question your choices till now. You look at the phone Becky gave you, thinking of all the crap you’ve been put through today and the things you need to do, then you look back at Betty, who seems like a kindred spirit.
What do you decide?
Enjoying how eager you seem to dive into her chest, Betty sits up, using her enveloping breasts to pull you along with her as she lets you continue your fun. She gently shakes her chest back and forth, amorously buffeting you with her boobs while inadvertently helping you get even deeper between them. After a minute, you manage to pull your head free, and with Becky’s phone securely in your mouth!
Betty’s eyes widen in awe. For the second time, she forgot she had stuffed the phone in her cleavage, so, from her drunk perspective, it looked like you magically pulled a phone from her cleavage with your mouth. It’s like you’re a tiny magician who’s good at bobbing for apples! Betty applauds, “Do it again! Do it again!” But you don’t oblige.
Believing you don’t have a moment to lose, you quickly jump off the couch and make a mad dash for the door before Betty can grab you again. To your surprise, you make it there with ease, half-expecting Betty to chase you or make a big fuss (the last thing you need is an angry drunk woman on your tail). But no, Betty is surprisingly quiet all of a sudden. Before you open the door you turn around to see what happened. Did she suddenly fall asleep?
No, she’s awake and looking directly at you, but she’s not angry or upset. “Are you leaving,” she asks sullenly, looking at you with a set of doe-eyes that stop you right in your tracks. She’s obviously very saddened by the idea of you leaving, killing the high she’s had up till now. Believe it or not, the short time she spent drinking and playing with you was the best time Betty’s had in awhile.
While she may never admit it while sober, the burden of being DWA’s Wonder Bust--a heroic face meant to be admired by all--can be a bit stressful and lonesome sometimes. After all, she hardly has time to make friends outside of the ring, and everyone expects so much of her; Not to mention there are folks like Becky always giving her a hard time for just doing her job and playing her part so well. Enjoying gifts from sincere fans is usually what gets her through each week, but this latest gift made her realize something she didn’t even know she needed: some time to cut loose. Turns out, a little bit of alcohol and--more importantly--a cute guy to have fun with is just what the doctor ordered for her. Even so, she doesn’t want to force herself on you if you really don’t want it. No amount of alcohol is gonna change her moral compass; that’s why she’s Wonder Bust.
Her face still a little flush from the alcohol, Betty sheepishly fiddles with her fingers as she gets up and walks towards you. “Don’t go. Please? We're having fun together, right? Lots and lots of fun?” You’re startled by how sweet and sincere Betty is being, a FAR cry from the likes of Patty or Becky, and the disappointment in her voice makes your heart ache a little. As she ‘levels’ with you, Betty gets down on her knees while earnestly clasping her hands beneath her chest. “Stay a little longer, pleaaaaaase?”
Betty eyes you longingly while inadvertently squeezing her breasts between her arms, making them seem even bigger. The sight of half-naked Betty sincerely pleading with you while squeezing her enormous bust is enough to make your heart skip a beat and your cock twitch eagerly, a one-two punch of emotions that could only come from a dynamite wrestler like Wonder Bust. It’s enough to make you question your choices till now. You look at the phone Becky gave you, thinking of all the crap you’ve been put through today and the things you need to do, then you look back at Betty, who seems like a kindred spirit.
What do you decide?
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May 31, 2023
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