Becky, impatently coming to check on you
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 15
Your heartbeat increased tenfold as you stopped dead: this was NOT how you wanted to be found, right now. Pinned helplessly beneath a half-naked woman nearly twice your size.
It was only when you heard and a familiar and whiny voice loudly whispering, "Tommy! What the hell's taking so long?" that you realized this new intruder was Becky, who you were not at all excited to hear from. Becky, spotting her rival passed out on the couch but no obvious sign of you, stepped inside just as a muted groan emanated from beneath Betty's body.
You heard approaching footsteps as Becky walked over, examining the sprawling Wonder Bust, before she saw the second pair of legs sticking out from beneath Betty's muscular thighs. Becky chuckled at having found you, "Well well well, what do I find but little Tommy slacking on the job." Kneeling down, Becky snickered again when she finally realized where your face was; right beneath one of Betty's gigantic tits, which were flattened against the couch. She could just barely see the back of your head between the couch and the mound of flesh, which continued to wobble slightly as Betty shifted and breathed in her sleep.
Becky leaned in close and whispered, "I guess I forgot to warn you, Betty gets super randy and playful with any beer in her. Heh, sorry." The muffled buzzing coming from beneath Betty's huge breast amused Becky, who could tell just from the tone that you were irritated with her, but she didn't care. She just continued, "So, did you get the pictures or what?" God damnit, wasn't she going to help you first? And how the hell were you supposed to respond, anyway?
You hadn't taken any pictures, but you tried to signal where the phone was by pointing with your only free hand towards Betty's cleavage, figuring she'd free you after she got it back. Becky grumbled, "Hmm? Oh right, my phone!" and effortlessly plucked her cell from between Betty's breasts, causing them to jiggle against your face again as Becky left you were you were.
You heard a few soft clicks as Becky looked through her phone, before she harumphed, hardly keeping her voice down, "Ugh, you didn't even get ONE?" Becky's complaining was just loud enough to make Wonder Bust stir, grinding your body beneath hers as she moaned lightly and hugged your face harder against her breast. Becky watched indifferently, before she got an idea. Happily, she said, "Hey, just hold that pose for a minute, kay tiny?"
The muffled "MMF!?" coming from beneath Wonder Bust told Becky that you were both irritated and confused, so she explained innocently, "Well, since I'm already here, so I guess I might as well get some snapshots myself, right?" Seriously? She was going to use you as the blackmail? You struggled to push Wonder Bust off of you, or at least get her to wake up; maybe if she saw what Becky was doing, she'd understand that it wasn't your fault. You heard a few clicks from Becky's phone as she hovered overhead, taking snapshots of Wonder Bust lying drunkenly on top of a barely identifiable man. Betty, meanwhile, only began snoring softly as you pushed against her with all your might.
Becky knelt down again, "Hey, Tommy, can you get her to roll over just a bit? The camera can, like, barely even tell that you're there!" You grumbled a sarcastic response, which put Becky in a bad mood even though you were inaudible, "Ugh, no need to be such a sourpuss!" Becky thought for a moment, before she opted for the simple solution of just pushing Wonder Bust over herself. Becky lifted Wonder Bust from one side, rolling her towards the back of the couch, and for a brief moment you saw light. You gasped for air and choked, "Pull me out!" But Becky only said, "Nah!" then snapped a quick photo of you pinned beneath two tits bigger than your head, and let Wonder Bust roll back over you. You were about to call Becky some choice names when Betty's breast slammed against you once more, flattening your face into the couch, though this time you were turned to the side just enough to see a sliver of light between the cushions and the drunk girl's overwhelming flesh. Wonder Bust moaned and wriggled, grinding one hard nipple against you, as you wondered how the hell Becky could keep getting away with being so loud and intrusive around the sleeping girl.
Ambling towards the back of the couch, Becky checked her phone and complimented herself, "These are great! Almost like they were taken by a professional, haha. I guess I could use a few more though..." You heard Becky humming to herself, clearly in no rush to assist you, as her eyes drifted down Wonder Bust's sprawled out form. Becky suddenly exclaimed, with a hint of curiosity in her voice, "Oh! Is that what I think it is?" You couldn't tell what the hell she was talking about, since you were still flattened in place, as Becky bent over the couch, apparently fascinated by something.
There was a pause, and then suddenly you felt your erection being pressed on, as Becky extended a finger and prodded it. Your excited reaction told Becky that today was her lucky day; she'd basically found the blackmail jackpot. Becky snickered as she watched your body twitch every time she so much as grazed a finger across your stiff member, which was still held back by your shorts. Becky snapped a quick picture of your erection sticking proudly between Wonder Bust's smooth thighs, and then decided that she needed something a bit more dramatic.
Becky reached forward and began yanking your shorts down. You managed to hiss in constricted, strained breaths, "Whatthe... fuckare... youdoing!?"
Pretending like she was all business, Becky said, "I'm just getting a better shot for the camera, is all!" Apparently she was enjoying her games about pretending to be a photographer. Becky managed to slide your shorts down all the way, and your cock sprang upwards, slapping against one of Wonder Bust's ass cheeks with an audible noise. You grunted as you felt your sensitive erection impact Wonder Bust's smooth, warm skin, as she moaned above you again, apparently having a good dream.
Becky, taking a moment to tease you, wrapped one hand around your cock and lightly squeezed it a few times, amusing herself by watching you squirm at her touch. Becky sounded exasperatingly disappointed as she complained, "You know Tommy, it really is too bad you didn't get me the picture I wanted! I mean, I'm basically, like, doing all the work here."
You tried to tell Becky how much you hated her, but she only giggled as she heard a muffled insult coming from beneath Wonder Bust's chest, again. You had only managed to squeak out, "You're... such.. a.. bi-" when she cut you off by suddenly pressing the tip of your cock between Wonder Bust's ass cheeks. You grunted loudly as Becky continued to push and knead your cock between her rival's thighs, as she giggled, "Oops, did I break your train of thought, tiny man? That's too bad!"
Becky didn't stop pressing at your genitals until she has wedged the length of your cock into Wonder Bust's ass crack, until it was stuck in place between each thick mount of flesh. Becky chuckled to herself as she watched your dick twitching visibly, and took another set of photographs. She only laughed harder when Wonder Bust groaned and shifted in place, clenching her ass cheeks around your cock a few times before settling back into a deep sleep. Every movement Wonder Bust made only ground your cock against her more, with only her tight leotard keeping you from getting any closer.
After a few more clicks of her camera, Becky whispered happily, "There, that oughta do it! Thanks for being such a help, Tommy, I really couldn't have done this without my favorite *snicker* little assistant." Becky stepped forward and condescendingly ran a finger up the length of your cock as she said that, rubbing your aching cock into Wonder Bust's jiggling ass cheeks, while she tucked her phone away.
Becky rested one hand on Wonder Bust's ass cheeks, causing them to wobble agonizingly against your genitals, as she feigned forgetfulness, "Well I got all the all the pictures I want. I guess I should go back to my dressing room and relax for a bit, but I feel like I'm forgetting one itty bitty little thing. Hmmm, what could it be?" Becky pretended to think carefully as she tapped a fingertip against your cock, lightly vibrating it against Wonder Bust's enveloping flesh with each thoughtless repetition.
What does Becky decide to do?
It was only when you heard and a familiar and whiny voice loudly whispering, "Tommy! What the hell's taking so long?" that you realized this new intruder was Becky, who you were not at all excited to hear from. Becky, spotting her rival passed out on the couch but no obvious sign of you, stepped inside just as a muted groan emanated from beneath Betty's body.
You heard approaching footsteps as Becky walked over, examining the sprawling Wonder Bust, before she saw the second pair of legs sticking out from beneath Betty's muscular thighs. Becky chuckled at having found you, "Well well well, what do I find but little Tommy slacking on the job." Kneeling down, Becky snickered again when she finally realized where your face was; right beneath one of Betty's gigantic tits, which were flattened against the couch. She could just barely see the back of your head between the couch and the mound of flesh, which continued to wobble slightly as Betty shifted and breathed in her sleep.
Becky leaned in close and whispered, "I guess I forgot to warn you, Betty gets super randy and playful with any beer in her. Heh, sorry." The muffled buzzing coming from beneath Betty's huge breast amused Becky, who could tell just from the tone that you were irritated with her, but she didn't care. She just continued, "So, did you get the pictures or what?" God damnit, wasn't she going to help you first? And how the hell were you supposed to respond, anyway?
You hadn't taken any pictures, but you tried to signal where the phone was by pointing with your only free hand towards Betty's cleavage, figuring she'd free you after she got it back. Becky grumbled, "Hmm? Oh right, my phone!" and effortlessly plucked her cell from between Betty's breasts, causing them to jiggle against your face again as Becky left you were you were.
You heard a few soft clicks as Becky looked through her phone, before she harumphed, hardly keeping her voice down, "Ugh, you didn't even get ONE?" Becky's complaining was just loud enough to make Wonder Bust stir, grinding your body beneath hers as she moaned lightly and hugged your face harder against her breast. Becky watched indifferently, before she got an idea. Happily, she said, "Hey, just hold that pose for a minute, kay tiny?"
The muffled "MMF!?" coming from beneath Wonder Bust told Becky that you were both irritated and confused, so she explained innocently, "Well, since I'm already here, so I guess I might as well get some snapshots myself, right?" Seriously? She was going to use you as the blackmail? You struggled to push Wonder Bust off of you, or at least get her to wake up; maybe if she saw what Becky was doing, she'd understand that it wasn't your fault. You heard a few clicks from Becky's phone as she hovered overhead, taking snapshots of Wonder Bust lying drunkenly on top of a barely identifiable man. Betty, meanwhile, only began snoring softly as you pushed against her with all your might.
Becky knelt down again, "Hey, Tommy, can you get her to roll over just a bit? The camera can, like, barely even tell that you're there!" You grumbled a sarcastic response, which put Becky in a bad mood even though you were inaudible, "Ugh, no need to be such a sourpuss!" Becky thought for a moment, before she opted for the simple solution of just pushing Wonder Bust over herself. Becky lifted Wonder Bust from one side, rolling her towards the back of the couch, and for a brief moment you saw light. You gasped for air and choked, "Pull me out!" But Becky only said, "Nah!" then snapped a quick photo of you pinned beneath two tits bigger than your head, and let Wonder Bust roll back over you. You were about to call Becky some choice names when Betty's breast slammed against you once more, flattening your face into the couch, though this time you were turned to the side just enough to see a sliver of light between the cushions and the drunk girl's overwhelming flesh. Wonder Bust moaned and wriggled, grinding one hard nipple against you, as you wondered how the hell Becky could keep getting away with being so loud and intrusive around the sleeping girl.
Ambling towards the back of the couch, Becky checked her phone and complimented herself, "These are great! Almost like they were taken by a professional, haha. I guess I could use a few more though..." You heard Becky humming to herself, clearly in no rush to assist you, as her eyes drifted down Wonder Bust's sprawled out form. Becky suddenly exclaimed, with a hint of curiosity in her voice, "Oh! Is that what I think it is?" You couldn't tell what the hell she was talking about, since you were still flattened in place, as Becky bent over the couch, apparently fascinated by something.
There was a pause, and then suddenly you felt your erection being pressed on, as Becky extended a finger and prodded it. Your excited reaction told Becky that today was her lucky day; she'd basically found the blackmail jackpot. Becky snickered as she watched your body twitch every time she so much as grazed a finger across your stiff member, which was still held back by your shorts. Becky snapped a quick picture of your erection sticking proudly between Wonder Bust's smooth thighs, and then decided that she needed something a bit more dramatic.
Becky reached forward and began yanking your shorts down. You managed to hiss in constricted, strained breaths, "Whatthe... fuckare... youdoing!?"
Pretending like she was all business, Becky said, "I'm just getting a better shot for the camera, is all!" Apparently she was enjoying her games about pretending to be a photographer. Becky managed to slide your shorts down all the way, and your cock sprang upwards, slapping against one of Wonder Bust's ass cheeks with an audible noise. You grunted as you felt your sensitive erection impact Wonder Bust's smooth, warm skin, as she moaned above you again, apparently having a good dream.
Becky, taking a moment to tease you, wrapped one hand around your cock and lightly squeezed it a few times, amusing herself by watching you squirm at her touch. Becky sounded exasperatingly disappointed as she complained, "You know Tommy, it really is too bad you didn't get me the picture I wanted! I mean, I'm basically, like, doing all the work here."
You tried to tell Becky how much you hated her, but she only giggled as she heard a muffled insult coming from beneath Wonder Bust's chest, again. You had only managed to squeak out, "You're... such.. a.. bi-" when she cut you off by suddenly pressing the tip of your cock between Wonder Bust's ass cheeks. You grunted loudly as Becky continued to push and knead your cock between her rival's thighs, as she giggled, "Oops, did I break your train of thought, tiny man? That's too bad!"
Becky didn't stop pressing at your genitals until she has wedged the length of your cock into Wonder Bust's ass crack, until it was stuck in place between each thick mount of flesh. Becky chuckled to herself as she watched your dick twitching visibly, and took another set of photographs. She only laughed harder when Wonder Bust groaned and shifted in place, clenching her ass cheeks around your cock a few times before settling back into a deep sleep. Every movement Wonder Bust made only ground your cock against her more, with only her tight leotard keeping you from getting any closer.
After a few more clicks of her camera, Becky whispered happily, "There, that oughta do it! Thanks for being such a help, Tommy, I really couldn't have done this without my favorite *snicker* little assistant." Becky stepped forward and condescendingly ran a finger up the length of your cock as she said that, rubbing your aching cock into Wonder Bust's jiggling ass cheeks, while she tucked her phone away.
Becky rested one hand on Wonder Bust's ass cheeks, causing them to wobble agonizingly against your genitals, as she feigned forgetfulness, "Well I got all the all the pictures I want. I guess I should go back to my dressing room and relax for a bit, but I feel like I'm forgetting one itty bitty little thing. Hmmm, what could it be?" Becky pretended to think carefully as she tapped a fingertip against your cock, lightly vibrating it against Wonder Bust's enveloping flesh with each thoughtless repetition.
What does Becky decide to do?
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May 31, 2023
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