You're awaken by immense pressure on your head and the feeling of two giant, soft walls shifting against it. Confused, you start to squirm, weakly kicking your legs while your arms grab at the smooth surface holding you. Soon you hear Becky say, "Awake already, tiny? That didn't take long." Upon hearing her voice, you quickly think back to what happened before you blacked out and realize that you're still stuck against Becky's ass! Your head firmly wedged between her cheeks, you furiously kick your dangling legs in the air while demanding she let you go, your angry words buzzing against her ample posterior. She giggles and says, "I hope you don't mind I left you there, tiny. You just feel so good there. Besides, since you clearly love my beautiful ass so much, I knew it would've devastated you if I took you away from it." Becky teases you by wiggling her hips, intending to lightly bounce her big ass against you, but, inside the cramped ventilation system, her wide hips unintentionally bump against the vent walls, making her ass bounce with extra vigor while you helplessly shake against it, boosting her ego every time she feels your hard cock prodding against her.
Done teasing (for now), Becky turns her attention forward. "Now hush up and enjoy the ride while I try to find my way back outta here." Becky tries to find her way out of the ventilation system, the small space not giving her curvy body much room to maneuver, but, just like on the way in, she's gotten a little lost. She takes a few wrong turns and ends up in a couple of dead ends, forcing her to back track. Each time Becky curses to herself and squishes you by mindlessly clenching her massive cheeks in frustration or pressing her ass against the vent wall, the cool air of the ventilation shaft emphasizing the warmth of her flesh. Unlike you, Becky manages to relive her frustration by thinking back to the look on Sadie's face when she put on those itchy panties, her giggles making her ass jiggle against you more. After a while, Becky finally finds her exit: the vent connected to her room.
Removing the grate, Becky manages to squeeze her way out of the small rectangle in her wall, taking a few extra moments to pop her huge chest and massive hips free when they get stuck, and enters her dressing room. She sits at the bench in front of her vanity table, crushing you beneath all her weight while she cleans off all the dust that got on her. "Ah, another prank well done," she says proudly to herself as she finishes cleaning. Soon Becky notices something prodding against her butt--your erection--and remembers where she left you. "Oh right." She lifts her butt off the seat and pulls you free, plopping your wheezing, naked body on the table in front of her while she sits back down.
"What the hell, Becky!? Why did you put me through all that," you ask, exhausted but still furious.
Believing she's in the right, Becky rolls her eyes and crosses her arms beneath her massive breasts, slightly hefting them. "Hmph. Hey, I never said how I was gonna give the antidote back to you, and you should be thankful I gave it to you at all."
You take a quick scan of your surroundings, noticing you're not back in your dressing room. "And why didn't you take me back to my dressing room?"
"Why should I," she huffs. "That wasn't part of our deal, which was finished when I gave you back your dumb serum, so I'm free to do whatever I want now, twerp. Deal with it." You groan in frustration at Becky's obnoxious attitude while she quickly eyes you over. "Though, I gotta say, little man," she continues, "that antidote doesn't seem to work to well. You're hardly bigger than before we left the vents."
Panicking, you quickly get up and look yourself over in Becky's mirror, your heart sinking when you realize she's right. At best, you've only grown a couple of inches. What happened!? You definitely took some of the antidote and were hoping for more than this. Did its strength somehow get diluted when Becky spread it all over her big, sweaty ass? You notice you've still got a hard-on, making you think back to when you passed out against Becky's ass and all the teasing she did with it on your way out of the vents. You guess that the antidote was on the verge of working but quickly got negated by all the "arousal-induced height-loss" Becky put you through. Auggh! If it hadn't been for this annoying girl and all her teasing, you'd be on your way back to full size already!
Becky figures out what happened after you did and bursts out laughing. "Hahaha, oh my gosh!" Pretending to pout, she says, "Awww, what'sa matter, tiny Tommy? We're you so turned on by my big, sexy booty that your widdle antidote didn't work?" You're fuming at this point. "Ha. It's just as well," Becky says. "It's not like you would've made it very far as a wrestler here, even at your full size. At least now you make for a cute little toy to play with."
Your blood boiling, you refuse to let this bitch have her way any longer. Without thinking, you look up and defiantly say, "I could totally be a great wrestler here! One of the best. Even at this size, I could take anyone here, especially you!"
Becky raises an eyebrow, surprised by all the big talk coming from such a tiny man but smirks, clearly amused by it. "Ha, you? Take me? Get real, twerp! You wouldn't stand a chance," she taunts. "Hell, at your size, you couldn't even win a wrestling match against these babies." Becky takes both hands and hefts her massive breasts--each one much, much bigger than you--and jiggles them around. You blush a little at Becky's teasing, but you do your best to keep glaring at her instead of gawping at her distracting melons, though you can hardly see her face past them. "But, if you don't believe me..."Becky trails off before removing her hands and heaving her chest out above you. She takes a deep breath to make her massive breasts look even bigger, expanding her chest while making a couple of buttons pop off her tight blouse from the strain. "Maybe we should have a quick little match right now to prove it," Becky finishes. All of the hot air you had quickly deflates, leaving you in terrified awe below her.
With a casual "ding-ding" from Becky, she drops her mountainous breasts on you, easily flattening you with their weight. "See," she says. "You can't even last a second against them." Making her point, Becky continues using her breasts to toy with you. She lazily swings her massive chest left and right across the table, making her breasts slide across your naked body as you're dragged along with them. As Becky's breasts massage and rub your cock in just the right way beneath them, you try to hold back a pleasure-filled moan, refusing to give this obnoxious woman the satisfaction of knowing she's arousing you. Becky, who not only feels but enjoys the sensation of your cock pressing against her skin and pinning for her, slides you along her breasts enough for your body to get wedged in the dead center of her cleavage, your head and cock sinking between her breasts.
The lingering sweat on Becky's body from her time in the vents makes you stick to her a little, so, when she lifts her breasts off the table, you go with them. She quickly slams them back against the table, pounding you against the table as your body, especially your cock, gets wedged further into her cleavage. Becky laughs as she repeats this a few more times with increasing strength, loving how she can force you to essentially hump her breasts while she pulverizes you with them.
After pounding you a few more times, Becky lifts her breast off the table one more time and uses a finger to stuff your whole body between her breasts, enveloping you in their soft, warm embrace. She puts a hand on each breast and says, "Still. Think. You. Can. Take. Me?" With each word, she squishes her breasts together around you. Enjoying the feeling of you trapped against her, Becky starts rubbing her breasts all over you, practically drowning you in her flesh. "Haha, I think you missed your calling as a massage toy, little man," she taunts.
After a few minutes, Becky finally stops. She casually parts her breasts and lets you fall out from between them onto the table, leaving you a wheezing mess. "See, little man? If just my boobs can chew you up and spit you out, then you definitely don't stand a chance here," Becky says. A wry smile appears on her face after she takes a moment to ponder. "However, I might be willing to help you out, from the goodness of my heart, but you'll have to sit back and let me have my fun with you first, to help me relieve the everyday stress of being a professional wrestler, y'now?"
Your blood boils at her condescending tone and offer. "What!? Hell no, Becky! I'm not gonna sit around and mmffphh!" You're quickly silenced by Becky plopping her breast down on you again.
"Ah, ah, ah. I'm not done talking yet," she chides, feeling you squirming against her. "If you don't want to play along, that's fine. But, if you don't, I might just show everyone that video I took of our 'number one champ' licking my ass, and, while I'm at it, I might even tell Sadie who put that itching powder in her panties. I'm sure she'd love to know." Your frustrated groans buzz against Becky's overwhelming breast as you recall how much blackmail she has over you now. Having just started here, the last thing you want is for this incriminating info on you to get out. Feeling your squirming come to a stop, Becky lifts her breast off you, revealing you once again. "So, does this mean you're gonna be a good little toy and let me have my fun with you?" Furious that Becky's backed you into a corner like this, all you can do is silently nod.
What next?
Option 1: Becky has to go somewhere, so she plasters you somewhere against her body for safe keeping.
Option 2: Becky stays to toy with you and accidentally discovers your body is stretchy, a hidden side effect from the formula (uh-oh!)
Done teasing (for now), Becky turns her attention forward. "Now hush up and enjoy the ride while I try to find my way back outta here." Becky tries to find her way out of the ventilation system, the small space not giving her curvy body much room to maneuver, but, just like on the way in, she's gotten a little lost. She takes a few wrong turns and ends up in a couple of dead ends, forcing her to back track. Each time Becky curses to herself and squishes you by mindlessly clenching her massive cheeks in frustration or pressing her ass against the vent wall, the cool air of the ventilation shaft emphasizing the warmth of her flesh. Unlike you, Becky manages to relive her frustration by thinking back to the look on Sadie's face when she put on those itchy panties, her giggles making her ass jiggle against you more. After a while, Becky finally finds her exit: the vent connected to her room.
Removing the grate, Becky manages to squeeze her way out of the small rectangle in her wall, taking a few extra moments to pop her huge chest and massive hips free when they get stuck, and enters her dressing room. She sits at the bench in front of her vanity table, crushing you beneath all her weight while she cleans off all the dust that got on her. "Ah, another prank well done," she says proudly to herself as she finishes cleaning. Soon Becky notices something prodding against her butt--your erection--and remembers where she left you. "Oh right." She lifts her butt off the seat and pulls you free, plopping your wheezing, naked body on the table in front of her while she sits back down.
"What the hell, Becky!? Why did you put me through all that," you ask, exhausted but still furious.
Believing she's in the right, Becky rolls her eyes and crosses her arms beneath her massive breasts, slightly hefting them. "Hmph. Hey, I never said how I was gonna give the antidote back to you, and you should be thankful I gave it to you at all."
You take a quick scan of your surroundings, noticing you're not back in your dressing room. "And why didn't you take me back to my dressing room?"
"Why should I," she huffs. "That wasn't part of our deal, which was finished when I gave you back your dumb serum, so I'm free to do whatever I want now, twerp. Deal with it." You groan in frustration at Becky's obnoxious attitude while she quickly eyes you over. "Though, I gotta say, little man," she continues, "that antidote doesn't seem to work to well. You're hardly bigger than before we left the vents."
Panicking, you quickly get up and look yourself over in Becky's mirror, your heart sinking when you realize she's right. At best, you've only grown a couple of inches. What happened!? You definitely took some of the antidote and were hoping for more than this. Did its strength somehow get diluted when Becky spread it all over her big, sweaty ass? You notice you've still got a hard-on, making you think back to when you passed out against Becky's ass and all the teasing she did with it on your way out of the vents. You guess that the antidote was on the verge of working but quickly got negated by all the "arousal-induced height-loss" Becky put you through. Auggh! If it hadn't been for this annoying girl and all her teasing, you'd be on your way back to full size already!
Becky figures out what happened after you did and bursts out laughing. "Hahaha, oh my gosh!" Pretending to pout, she says, "Awww, what'sa matter, tiny Tommy? We're you so turned on by my big, sexy booty that your widdle antidote didn't work?" You're fuming at this point. "Ha. It's just as well," Becky says. "It's not like you would've made it very far as a wrestler here, even at your full size. At least now you make for a cute little toy to play with."
Your blood boiling, you refuse to let this bitch have her way any longer. Without thinking, you look up and defiantly say, "I could totally be a great wrestler here! One of the best. Even at this size, I could take anyone here, especially you!"
Becky raises an eyebrow, surprised by all the big talk coming from such a tiny man but smirks, clearly amused by it. "Ha, you? Take me? Get real, twerp! You wouldn't stand a chance," she taunts. "Hell, at your size, you couldn't even win a wrestling match against these babies." Becky takes both hands and hefts her massive breasts--each one much, much bigger than you--and jiggles them around. You blush a little at Becky's teasing, but you do your best to keep glaring at her instead of gawping at her distracting melons, though you can hardly see her face past them. "But, if you don't believe me..."Becky trails off before removing her hands and heaving her chest out above you. She takes a deep breath to make her massive breasts look even bigger, expanding her chest while making a couple of buttons pop off her tight blouse from the strain. "Maybe we should have a quick little match right now to prove it," Becky finishes. All of the hot air you had quickly deflates, leaving you in terrified awe below her.
With a casual "ding-ding" from Becky, she drops her mountainous breasts on you, easily flattening you with their weight. "See," she says. "You can't even last a second against them." Making her point, Becky continues using her breasts to toy with you. She lazily swings her massive chest left and right across the table, making her breasts slide across your naked body as you're dragged along with them. As Becky's breasts massage and rub your cock in just the right way beneath them, you try to hold back a pleasure-filled moan, refusing to give this obnoxious woman the satisfaction of knowing she's arousing you. Becky, who not only feels but enjoys the sensation of your cock pressing against her skin and pinning for her, slides you along her breasts enough for your body to get wedged in the dead center of her cleavage, your head and cock sinking between her breasts.
The lingering sweat on Becky's body from her time in the vents makes you stick to her a little, so, when she lifts her breasts off the table, you go with them. She quickly slams them back against the table, pounding you against the table as your body, especially your cock, gets wedged further into her cleavage. Becky laughs as she repeats this a few more times with increasing strength, loving how she can force you to essentially hump her breasts while she pulverizes you with them.
After pounding you a few more times, Becky lifts her breast off the table one more time and uses a finger to stuff your whole body between her breasts, enveloping you in their soft, warm embrace. She puts a hand on each breast and says, "Still. Think. You. Can. Take. Me?" With each word, she squishes her breasts together around you. Enjoying the feeling of you trapped against her, Becky starts rubbing her breasts all over you, practically drowning you in her flesh. "Haha, I think you missed your calling as a massage toy, little man," she taunts.
After a few minutes, Becky finally stops. She casually parts her breasts and lets you fall out from between them onto the table, leaving you a wheezing mess. "See, little man? If just my boobs can chew you up and spit you out, then you definitely don't stand a chance here," Becky says. A wry smile appears on her face after she takes a moment to ponder. "However, I might be willing to help you out, from the goodness of my heart, but you'll have to sit back and let me have my fun with you first, to help me relieve the everyday stress of being a professional wrestler, y'now?"
Your blood boils at her condescending tone and offer. "What!? Hell no, Becky! I'm not gonna sit around and mmffphh!" You're quickly silenced by Becky plopping her breast down on you again.
"Ah, ah, ah. I'm not done talking yet," she chides, feeling you squirming against her. "If you don't want to play along, that's fine. But, if you don't, I might just show everyone that video I took of our 'number one champ' licking my ass, and, while I'm at it, I might even tell Sadie who put that itching powder in her panties. I'm sure she'd love to know." Your frustrated groans buzz against Becky's overwhelming breast as you recall how much blackmail she has over you now. Having just started here, the last thing you want is for this incriminating info on you to get out. Feeling your squirming come to a stop, Becky lifts her breast off you, revealing you once again. "So, does this mean you're gonna be a good little toy and let me have my fun with you?" Furious that Becky's backed you into a corner like this, all you can do is silently nod.
What next?
Option 1: Becky has to go somewhere, so she plasters you somewhere against her body for safe keeping.
Option 2: Becky stays to toy with you and accidentally discovers your body is stretchy, a hidden side effect from the formula (uh-oh!)
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May 31, 2023
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