Beck has a meeting with another wrestler to get to
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 15
Having had her fun for now, Becky let go of her breasts, which sent more disorienting tremors through your body. "Well tiny Tim, I know you're dying for me to stay and play with you, but I've got a meeting with a friend to get to. Some of us can't just spend all day squeezing a perfect rack!" Becky spoke to you as if she was doing you a huge favor as she pulled her shirt back up, and quickly clasped the two buttons behind your back. Your face, which had been resting atop her nipple, was suddenly mashed down into her warm skin by an extra layer of pressure, preventing you from even turning to the side. There was a faint outline of a man on the outside of Becky's shirt, which she enjoyed watching, but you were mostly hidden, otherwise. Your torso was poking out above the remaining blouse buttons, but Becky figured you'd just look like a tan-colored bra or something.
You heard Becky giggling from up above as she stood up from her chair; every movement she made sent little bounces through her flesh, causing you to jiggle like crazy, and Becky thought it was just hilarious. "Oops, sorry little guy! I'll try not to bounce TOO much!" Becky promised, right before she strutted out of the room with a little extra skip in her step, sending her breasts hurtling up and down. Becky grinned as she spotted the noticeable bulges where her nipples were poking against her shirt fabric, and then she giggled when she spotted the shape of your cock and balls being pressed against her shirt by her nipple. Becky pretended not to notice as she feigned concern for you, "I mean, I wouldn't want you to get TOO excited and shrink on me! After all, if you got any smaller you'd basically turn into a cute little push-up bra, and my tits would just look even MORE amazing!" You sighed as you realized that Becky was right, if you got too aroused and shrunk again, you'd squish her breasts together like a pushup bra. You were already mashed against her chest like an elastic, you didn't want to imagine what would happen if you got any smaller in this position.
You began using all of your concentration to try and focus on happy thoughts, and to try and block out the nearly overwhelming sensation of Becky's heaving, warm, sweaty breasts bouncing against the front of your body. As long as you could make it through Becky's meeting without shrinking again, you'd consider that a win. Becky's constant jiggling wasn't making concentration easy for you, though. As if deciding she needed to remind you of her presence, Becky poked one finger at the back of your head and said, "You better hope I don't get bored during this meeting and decide to start, I dunno, fidgeting. It sure would be a shame if the only entertainment I could find was by squishing my little bikini buddy!" Becky rubbed her finger against the back of your head a few more times, kneading your face into her nipple as she made sure you got the point.
By the time Becky had finished threatening you and pulled her hand away, she had managed to stuff her nipple into your mouth (which, at your size, meant filling your entire throat like a gag). You didn't really have much choice in the matter, as her shirt kept your head mashed against the quivering pink nub. Becky, however, seemed to think you were complying with her demand by sucking on her breast, which sent pleasing little tingles through her body. As the Big Bully's nipple flattened softly against your tongue, you were still fiercely trying to ignore the amount of sexual teasing you were going through. You felt your cock twitch once or twice against Becky's other nipple, but there was no way for you to keep her tit from bouncing up and down against your hardened member repeatedly. If Becky felt your cock throb, she didn't say anything, as she knocked at a door to the room she was having her meeting in.
How does the meeting go, and who is it with?
You heard Becky giggling from up above as she stood up from her chair; every movement she made sent little bounces through her flesh, causing you to jiggle like crazy, and Becky thought it was just hilarious. "Oops, sorry little guy! I'll try not to bounce TOO much!" Becky promised, right before she strutted out of the room with a little extra skip in her step, sending her breasts hurtling up and down. Becky grinned as she spotted the noticeable bulges where her nipples were poking against her shirt fabric, and then she giggled when she spotted the shape of your cock and balls being pressed against her shirt by her nipple. Becky pretended not to notice as she feigned concern for you, "I mean, I wouldn't want you to get TOO excited and shrink on me! After all, if you got any smaller you'd basically turn into a cute little push-up bra, and my tits would just look even MORE amazing!" You sighed as you realized that Becky was right, if you got too aroused and shrunk again, you'd squish her breasts together like a pushup bra. You were already mashed against her chest like an elastic, you didn't want to imagine what would happen if you got any smaller in this position.
You began using all of your concentration to try and focus on happy thoughts, and to try and block out the nearly overwhelming sensation of Becky's heaving, warm, sweaty breasts bouncing against the front of your body. As long as you could make it through Becky's meeting without shrinking again, you'd consider that a win. Becky's constant jiggling wasn't making concentration easy for you, though. As if deciding she needed to remind you of her presence, Becky poked one finger at the back of your head and said, "You better hope I don't get bored during this meeting and decide to start, I dunno, fidgeting. It sure would be a shame if the only entertainment I could find was by squishing my little bikini buddy!" Becky rubbed her finger against the back of your head a few more times, kneading your face into her nipple as she made sure you got the point.
By the time Becky had finished threatening you and pulled her hand away, she had managed to stuff her nipple into your mouth (which, at your size, meant filling your entire throat like a gag). You didn't really have much choice in the matter, as her shirt kept your head mashed against the quivering pink nub. Becky, however, seemed to think you were complying with her demand by sucking on her breast, which sent pleasing little tingles through her body. As the Big Bully's nipple flattened softly against your tongue, you were still fiercely trying to ignore the amount of sexual teasing you were going through. You felt your cock twitch once or twice against Becky's other nipple, but there was no way for you to keep her tit from bouncing up and down against your hardened member repeatedly. If Becky felt your cock throb, she didn't say anything, as she knocked at a door to the room she was having her meeting in.
How does the meeting go, and who is it with?
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May 31, 2023
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