Wonder Bust impatiently dishes out some punishment
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 19
Betty's astounded, stunned expression slowly hardened into a glare. You saw her cheeks turning dark red as she ran her eyes up and down your naked, 2 foot body, but you couldn't discern if she was angry, embarrassed, or something else. You opened your mouth to explain yourself, "Look, I know I'm crazy small, uhm, and this looks bad, but-"
You were interrupted as Betty, still attempting to modestly cover her crotch and breasts with her hands, exclaimed, "But you thought you could use your size to sneak into my room, and spy on me!?"
You put your hands up, trying to calm the truly gigantic woman down, "No no! I only came here only because-"
It seemed Betty had already made up her own mind about what had really brought you to her room, as she raved, "Because you knew I'd be drunk and probably passed out!" Shit, this was getting way out of hand... You inched towards the closet door, considering running if things got any worse. You did your best to politely divert your eyes from Betty's enormous tits, each the size of your head, as they spilled around her hand and wobbled back and forth from her agitated motions. Staring at the floor, you again tried to clear things up, "No, look, there's been a huge misunderstanding, just uh, just let me go get Touko to help explain!"
Betty shot back, "I don't buy it. How come you happen to show up just when I'm sleeping off my hangover... wait... unless you were the one who gave me that stupid beer, too!" Shiiit! We're you really going to be blamed for Becky's stupid tricks again? Betty took an angry step towards you, looming overhead in a way that made your heart leap into your throat, as every fiber of your being urged you to run. You tried to sidestep past Betty and out of the door while simultaneously denying her accusations, No, that wasn't me! but Betty swung her monstrous hips around in an arc, immediately squashing your face to the wall with one giant thigh. Betty's temper flared, drunkenly thinking your attempt at escaping only proved your guilt, and she spoke down to you dryly, "Trying to escape already, you little villain?" You tried to reply, but her warm skin was sandwiching your face to the wall.
Betty huffed in annoyance as she watched your hands pushing against her muscular leg in an attempt to free your body. She even felt one of your hands trying to lift her ass cheek from your face. Just because she was feeling extra vindictive thanks to her hangover, Betty pushed herself against the wall with a little more force, crushing your body along the length of her soft thigh as your face flattened into her ass cheek and your erection brushed up against her calf. Then she bitterly contemplated how to deal with you; she had a headache, and what she wanted more than anything was to dish out some Wonder Bust style justice to the little creep who had just ruined her afternoon. Plus, she was still naked, and covered in sticky beer residue, so she decided the first thing to do would be to get a little cleaned up. But how to handle the little intruder in the meantime...
Deciding she could handle you while she got dressed, Betty separated from the wall, letting you slump down and gasp for air. You were still recovering as she pulled a new leotard and hand-towel from her closet and threw them over her shoulder. You staggered out of the closet, half dazed from Wonder Bust's hip-check and partially still exhausted from all of Becky's shenanigans earlier. You hadn't made it more than a few steps before you heard Betty declare, "Alright, I'm going to get some answers out of you..." You wanted to ask what that meant, before Betty kicked a muscular calf out in front of you, clotheslining you into a nearby leather reclining chair. You groaned in pain, and tried to sit up, only to feel Betty's feminine but strong hand pushing your chest back down over the armrest, "But first I need to get dressed." You had ended up sitting sideways in the chair, with your head laying on one armrest and your legs barely reaching the opposing rest.
You looked up just in time to see Betty stepping around to the side of the recliner, leaning back just slightly so her naked backside hovered precariously overhead, with each of her round and pale buttocks lightly jiggling above you. Just when you began to realize why, she let herself fall backwards. With a soft whumpf, Betty's huge bubble butt slammed down, crushing your head and chest into the armrest, while your lower body remained sitting in the chair. Betty spoke irritably as your face sunk between her butt cheeks, "And you're not going anywhere... till... I'm... done." Betty wiggled back and forth with every word, making sure you weren't about to escape, and was satisfied to see that your whole torso was firmly trapped beneath her immovably thick waist, while your arms slapped against her skin uselessly as you attempted to lift her up.
Already feeling better now that she had dished out some righteous justice against the evildoer who had made her look so stupid, Wonder Bust poured some water from a bottle onto her hand towel, and began wiping herself down. It wasn't as good as a shower, but it got rid of that beer smell, which was all Betty cared about. As she twisted around to rinse her buttocks clean, Wonder Bust couldn't help but notice your cock, still sticking straight into the air behind her. Furthermore, as she lathered the towel across her backside, coincidentally pressing an ass cheek against your face, she noticed your erection twitching and swaying uselessly. Speaking just loud enough for you to hear, Wonder Bust scolded, "Hmph, serves you right you villain. Take this frustration as a little lesson in respecting boundaries, next time!" Still feeling extra irritable from her hangover, Wonder Bust reached back and flicked your cock with one finger just to drive her point home. She felt smugly satisfied with herself as you squirmed in immense frustration beneath her, as her hot ass crack continued to press heavily over your face. Punishing you was proving to be just the pick-me-up she needed, since she could satisfy her need for justice and get a little ego-boost from your foiled but obvious arousal. What she didn't know was that you were actually still trying to explain your side of the story (not that her cockteasing was helping much, of course).
Having gotten herself clean (and no longer smelling like beer), Wonder Bust tossed her hair over her shoulders and grabbed her leotard. Slipping both feet into the leg holes, she began sliding it up, before she reached her thighs. Lifting her ass from your face, Wonder Bust quickly yanked the taut spandex over her wide hips. Deciding to check on you, the giant girl looked past her hips and demanded, "Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself, mister?"
You barely managed to get out a desperate, "I WORK HERE-" before you were silenced as Wonder Bust slammed her ass right back down on you, shoving your head back between her buttocks, before you were smooshed against the tight spandex. Wonder Bust frowned; if you were just going to make up silly lies, instead of coming clean or apologizing, then she had no problem spending another couple minutes sitting here while she got dressed! Just to make sure you got the message, Betty bounced up and down, hammering your face into her jiggling buttocks, as she chided you further, "Next time I stand up, I better here an apology from you! Unless you want me to put you in a real leg-lock, which I guarantee you won't like so much." You sweated a bit as Wonder Bust demonstrated her potential strength by clenching her thighs and ass cheeks together, tightly scrunching your whole upper between her buttocks. Wonder Bust smirked to herself again as she watched your cock trembling slightly from her movements, but didn't say anything as she continued dressing herself.
Wonder Bust spent the next ten minutes slowly tugging her skintight spandex up her midsection, and popping her huge breasts through the heart-shaped hole in the front of the leotard. She made no move to lift herself from you, or even acknowledge your occasional grunts or squirming motions, though she'd occasionally shift her weight overtop your face if she felt you trying to escape. Wonder Bust began to feel a lot better, now that she had rinsed off and put on some clean clothes; her headache was practically gone! And she wouldn't admit it, but squishing you had seemed to help a whole lot, too.
While she was still fiddling with her pasties, an odd thought occurred to her; what was that last thing you said? That you "worked here" or something? That seemed like an odd lie for a pervert to tell, since it would be so easy to disprove. Plus, now that she thought about it, you had blushed and looked away when she tried to cover herself in the closet, which wasn't typical pervert behavior. But you had gotten her that beer, right? Betty, now thinking more clearly, began to ponder all this as she curiously glanced over her shoulder, only to see your waist sticking out from beneath her two gigantic butt cheeks, as your arms feebly pushed against her from below. You couldn't even budge her, which made her wonder how the hell someone so small could carry an entire 6 pack of beer all the way past security, through the halls, and to her dressing room. That seemed like a lot of work for a man who was 18 inches tall at the most...
What happens next?
You were interrupted as Betty, still attempting to modestly cover her crotch and breasts with her hands, exclaimed, "But you thought you could use your size to sneak into my room, and spy on me!?"
You put your hands up, trying to calm the truly gigantic woman down, "No no! I only came here only because-"
It seemed Betty had already made up her own mind about what had really brought you to her room, as she raved, "Because you knew I'd be drunk and probably passed out!" Shit, this was getting way out of hand... You inched towards the closet door, considering running if things got any worse. You did your best to politely divert your eyes from Betty's enormous tits, each the size of your head, as they spilled around her hand and wobbled back and forth from her agitated motions. Staring at the floor, you again tried to clear things up, "No, look, there's been a huge misunderstanding, just uh, just let me go get Touko to help explain!"
Betty shot back, "I don't buy it. How come you happen to show up just when I'm sleeping off my hangover... wait... unless you were the one who gave me that stupid beer, too!" Shiiit! We're you really going to be blamed for Becky's stupid tricks again? Betty took an angry step towards you, looming overhead in a way that made your heart leap into your throat, as every fiber of your being urged you to run. You tried to sidestep past Betty and out of the door while simultaneously denying her accusations, No, that wasn't me! but Betty swung her monstrous hips around in an arc, immediately squashing your face to the wall with one giant thigh. Betty's temper flared, drunkenly thinking your attempt at escaping only proved your guilt, and she spoke down to you dryly, "Trying to escape already, you little villain?" You tried to reply, but her warm skin was sandwiching your face to the wall.
Betty huffed in annoyance as she watched your hands pushing against her muscular leg in an attempt to free your body. She even felt one of your hands trying to lift her ass cheek from your face. Just because she was feeling extra vindictive thanks to her hangover, Betty pushed herself against the wall with a little more force, crushing your body along the length of her soft thigh as your face flattened into her ass cheek and your erection brushed up against her calf. Then she bitterly contemplated how to deal with you; she had a headache, and what she wanted more than anything was to dish out some Wonder Bust style justice to the little creep who had just ruined her afternoon. Plus, she was still naked, and covered in sticky beer residue, so she decided the first thing to do would be to get a little cleaned up. But how to handle the little intruder in the meantime...
Deciding she could handle you while she got dressed, Betty separated from the wall, letting you slump down and gasp for air. You were still recovering as she pulled a new leotard and hand-towel from her closet and threw them over her shoulder. You staggered out of the closet, half dazed from Wonder Bust's hip-check and partially still exhausted from all of Becky's shenanigans earlier. You hadn't made it more than a few steps before you heard Betty declare, "Alright, I'm going to get some answers out of you..." You wanted to ask what that meant, before Betty kicked a muscular calf out in front of you, clotheslining you into a nearby leather reclining chair. You groaned in pain, and tried to sit up, only to feel Betty's feminine but strong hand pushing your chest back down over the armrest, "But first I need to get dressed." You had ended up sitting sideways in the chair, with your head laying on one armrest and your legs barely reaching the opposing rest.
You looked up just in time to see Betty stepping around to the side of the recliner, leaning back just slightly so her naked backside hovered precariously overhead, with each of her round and pale buttocks lightly jiggling above you. Just when you began to realize why, she let herself fall backwards. With a soft whumpf, Betty's huge bubble butt slammed down, crushing your head and chest into the armrest, while your lower body remained sitting in the chair. Betty spoke irritably as your face sunk between her butt cheeks, "And you're not going anywhere... till... I'm... done." Betty wiggled back and forth with every word, making sure you weren't about to escape, and was satisfied to see that your whole torso was firmly trapped beneath her immovably thick waist, while your arms slapped against her skin uselessly as you attempted to lift her up.
Already feeling better now that she had dished out some righteous justice against the evildoer who had made her look so stupid, Wonder Bust poured some water from a bottle onto her hand towel, and began wiping herself down. It wasn't as good as a shower, but it got rid of that beer smell, which was all Betty cared about. As she twisted around to rinse her buttocks clean, Wonder Bust couldn't help but notice your cock, still sticking straight into the air behind her. Furthermore, as she lathered the towel across her backside, coincidentally pressing an ass cheek against your face, she noticed your erection twitching and swaying uselessly. Speaking just loud enough for you to hear, Wonder Bust scolded, "Hmph, serves you right you villain. Take this frustration as a little lesson in respecting boundaries, next time!" Still feeling extra irritable from her hangover, Wonder Bust reached back and flicked your cock with one finger just to drive her point home. She felt smugly satisfied with herself as you squirmed in immense frustration beneath her, as her hot ass crack continued to press heavily over your face. Punishing you was proving to be just the pick-me-up she needed, since she could satisfy her need for justice and get a little ego-boost from your foiled but obvious arousal. What she didn't know was that you were actually still trying to explain your side of the story (not that her cockteasing was helping much, of course).
Having gotten herself clean (and no longer smelling like beer), Wonder Bust tossed her hair over her shoulders and grabbed her leotard. Slipping both feet into the leg holes, she began sliding it up, before she reached her thighs. Lifting her ass from your face, Wonder Bust quickly yanked the taut spandex over her wide hips. Deciding to check on you, the giant girl looked past her hips and demanded, "Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself, mister?"
You barely managed to get out a desperate, "I WORK HERE-" before you were silenced as Wonder Bust slammed her ass right back down on you, shoving your head back between her buttocks, before you were smooshed against the tight spandex. Wonder Bust frowned; if you were just going to make up silly lies, instead of coming clean or apologizing, then she had no problem spending another couple minutes sitting here while she got dressed! Just to make sure you got the message, Betty bounced up and down, hammering your face into her jiggling buttocks, as she chided you further, "Next time I stand up, I better here an apology from you! Unless you want me to put you in a real leg-lock, which I guarantee you won't like so much." You sweated a bit as Wonder Bust demonstrated her potential strength by clenching her thighs and ass cheeks together, tightly scrunching your whole upper between her buttocks. Wonder Bust smirked to herself again as she watched your cock trembling slightly from her movements, but didn't say anything as she continued dressing herself.
Wonder Bust spent the next ten minutes slowly tugging her skintight spandex up her midsection, and popping her huge breasts through the heart-shaped hole in the front of the leotard. She made no move to lift herself from you, or even acknowledge your occasional grunts or squirming motions, though she'd occasionally shift her weight overtop your face if she felt you trying to escape. Wonder Bust began to feel a lot better, now that she had rinsed off and put on some clean clothes; her headache was practically gone! And she wouldn't admit it, but squishing you had seemed to help a whole lot, too.
While she was still fiddling with her pasties, an odd thought occurred to her; what was that last thing you said? That you "worked here" or something? That seemed like an odd lie for a pervert to tell, since it would be so easy to disprove. Plus, now that she thought about it, you had blushed and looked away when she tried to cover herself in the closet, which wasn't typical pervert behavior. But you had gotten her that beer, right? Betty, now thinking more clearly, began to ponder all this as she curiously glanced over her shoulder, only to see your waist sticking out from beneath her two gigantic butt cheeks, as your arms feebly pushed against her from below. You couldn't even budge her, which made her wonder how the hell someone so small could carry an entire 6 pack of beer all the way past security, through the halls, and to her dressing room. That seemed like a lot of work for a man who was 18 inches tall at the most...
What happens next?
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May 31, 2023
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