You feel Becky's titanic melons slightly wobble against your taut body as she knocks on the dressing room door. "Hey, Ronnie, you there? It's me," she announces through the door. The room in question belongs to Veronica Jones, known as the seductive Jezebel in the ring, whom Becky promised to help practice and workshop a few of the new moves she came up with. Normally, Becky isn't one who usually makes (or keeps) promises, but, for Veronica, she's sometimes willing to make an exception. Not only can Veronica be very determined and very persuasive when she wants something from someone, but she's also one of the few people that Becky really gets along with here, most likely because Veronica is actually amused by Becky's impulsive, self-indulgent attitude. If anything, Veronica encourages it whenever she's around Becky, like she's some sort of gratifying older sister, so, needless to say, these two tend to get into a lot of mischief whenever they're together.
Waiting for the door to open, or at least for an answer from Veronica, Becky crosses her arms and taps her foot impatiently, mindlessly stretching your body further against her expansive breasts as they heft and jiggle against you, but there's no response. Becky gives an annoyed groan, hating to be kept waiting. She steps in closer and gives a few more loud, aggressive knocks, forgetting about you for a moment as she lets her hefty, jiggling chest lightly press against the door. This time you give a groan as you feel Becky's titanic tits easily submerge your tiny body against the hard surface, each of her soft nipples putting overwhelming pressure against your head and cock. Too annoyed to notice your buzzing against her, Becky yells, "Hey, Ronnie, it's Becky! Open up already!" After a few more moments of silence, Becky leans in and rests her ear against the door to listen out for Veronica, which further smushes you against her soft, abundant breasts as they slowly press and flatten against the door.
Still not hearing anything from Veronica, Becky finally decides to try the direct approach. After testing the doorknob and realizing it's unlocked, she barges in and yells, "Hey, we doing this or what, Ronnie!?" As Becky bursts into the dressing room, the soft but intense pressure you were feeling against the door is replaced by intense jiggling as Becky's heavy breasts wildly bounce from her boisterous entrance. You can't see from here, with Becky's smothering flesh in your face, but Jezebel's dressing room sports a mostly red motif, much like her variety of iconic latex outfits. In fact, there's a whole array of provocative outfits, toys, and props scattered across the room, providing glimpses into Veronica's playful, seductive, and dominating sides. The lights are on, so Becky figures Veronica must be around. She scans the room and eventually spots the voluptuous brunette, clad in nothing but a towel, walk in from her adjacent bathroom.
"Sorry, love," Veronica apologizes as she hurriedly makes a beeline for her walk-in closet. "I lost track of time. I'll be with you in just a sec. Make yourself at home in the meantime." Before she steps inside the closet, Veronica points at two water bottles she left sitting next to a practice mat she just rolled out. "I left out something for us to drink as we practice. Help yourself," she says before disappearing into her closet.
Becky rolls her eyes. "Whatever." Becky walks to the mat and plops down next to it, her every move still stimulating and frustrating you immensely. Forced to continue waiting for Veronica, Becky crosses her arms, once again hefting her chest against you, and impatiently mutters to herself. "She spent all that time pestering me to help her out, then, when I finally decide to go out of my way for her, she goes and keeps me waiting, eating up even more of my precious time." You don't know why she has any reason to complain. It's not like Veronica did anything demeaning to Becky, like turning HER into the world's most unsupportive bra! Fed up with Becky's insufferable obnoxiousness, you try to furiously yell at her and tell her off, though your voice is still muffled by her huge nipple in your face.
On the verge of boredom, Becky notices your angry buzzing this time, and a wicked smile creeps along her face as she remembers you. Relishing the power her body has over yours, Becky taunts you again by giving her breasts a deliberate bounce upwards, making you groan as she lets their massive weight bear down on you a moment later. She snickers and says, "Oh, hey there, Stretch. I nearly forgot about ya. How're they hangin'? I'll be honest: these babies might be a bit too heavy for you, but that's your problem, not mine, haha!" Becky giggles again at the angry buzzing you make in response to her toying, happy to have a way to entertain herself for the time being. "I don't see what you're so upset about, little man. Most men would kill to get up close and personal with an amazing pair of tits like mine, and you actually get to enjoy them for free." Becky gently shakes her chest left and right, rubbing your predicament in your face by battering your body with her breasts. "If anything, you should be grateful." You grunt each time you feel your hard cock jab further against Becky's nipple. For both your dignity and sanity, you can't let her keep this up. It's a long shot, but, if she won't listen to reason, maybe you can make her uncomfortable enough to take you off.
The only thing you can do right now, you bite down on the portion of Becky's soft nipple that's wedged in your mouth, hoping it might sting her, but it's like nibbling on the world's biggest marshmallow. To your dismay, your weak, desperate attempt at freedom hardly bugs Becky at all. It just amuses her, especially since, from her perspective, it looks like you're just going to town on her. She stops shaking her chest and puts a finger against the back of your head, pressing more of her nipple into your face and mouth, then repeatedly flicks the nipple where your cock is, making it ache. She taunts, "Well, Well. Looks like someone finally decided to enjoy himself. Does Tiny Tommy like being a bra for the Big Bully's big boobies, after all?" Of course, Becky doesn't give you the chance to defend yourself or tell her off, and, after a few more moments of torturing, she grabs one of the water bottles Veronica left. "Let's see how much fun you'll have with them now," she adds with wicked glee before squirting a bit of water on her chest.
You're startled by the sudden ice-cold sensation at your back, and, before you can piece together what Becky's plan is, her nipples start to harden! You groan in surprise and discomfort as you feel more of Becky's nipple expand into your mouth, her soft, invading flesh reaching your throat and forcing your jaw to stretch. Loving how she can mess with you by using just her nipples, Becky laughs as she feels you squirm from the sudden discomfort, your struggles making her breasts jiggle even more against you.
"And just what are you up to now, you cheeky devil," Veronica asks, finally stepping out of her closet to see Becky giggling to herself like, well, a schoolgirl. Veronica now wears a red leather vest, opened to reveal the ample bosom held together by a matching leather bra underneath, and a matching pair of short leather shorts.
Struggling to hold back her giggles, Becky turns to her and coyly answers, "Oh, nothing, haha."
"Uh-huh, sure, love," Veronica retorts sarcastically as she walks over.
Becky's keeping you hidden, but not for your sake. She's sure Veronica will get a kick out of what she's done to you, but she can't reveal you to her just like that. Where would the fun in that be? No, Becky wants Veronica to spot you on her own, so someone else can be in startled awe of her power over you. That'd be such an ego rush! But, in order to get it just right, she'll have to stay cool and let things play out on their own...ok, maybe she can nudge things in the right direction, just a little. Showing off unusual levels of perkiness, Becky quickly gets up (continuing to make her breasts bounce against you) and asks, "So you 'bout ready to start practicin', Ronnie?"
"Uhh, yeah, I guess," Veronica says warily, still assuming Becky might be up to something.
"Great! But, before we start, how's about we do a few quick stretches. Gotta stay limber, y'know."
"Suuuuuuure, ok," Veronica answers. She still doesn't know what Becky's game is but decides to play along. She pulls off her vest, fully revealing the bra struggling to contain her breasts. Becky spies an opportunity and does the same, pulling off her wet shirt and letting her breasts bounce free against you. Veronica isn’t paying close attention, so she hasn’t noticed you strapped against Becky yet. From the corner of her eye, you just look like a simple, flesh-colored bra to her (albeit one that’s clearly too small for Becky), but Becky doesn’t mind. She’s in no real rush to reveal you. It just means she’ll have more time toying with you by herself until the cat’s finally out of the bag.
The girls take a minute to stretch, and Becky, in her own ‘subtle’ way, tries to show you off as they do, expanding and squeezing her chest in pronounced ways while limbering up. With each contortion and pose Becky makes, you feel her enormous boobs swell and spill past your body as she tries to make it obvious to any eagle-eyed observer that she’s using a tiny man as a bra.
Waiting for the door to open, or at least for an answer from Veronica, Becky crosses her arms and taps her foot impatiently, mindlessly stretching your body further against her expansive breasts as they heft and jiggle against you, but there's no response. Becky gives an annoyed groan, hating to be kept waiting. She steps in closer and gives a few more loud, aggressive knocks, forgetting about you for a moment as she lets her hefty, jiggling chest lightly press against the door. This time you give a groan as you feel Becky's titanic tits easily submerge your tiny body against the hard surface, each of her soft nipples putting overwhelming pressure against your head and cock. Too annoyed to notice your buzzing against her, Becky yells, "Hey, Ronnie, it's Becky! Open up already!" After a few more moments of silence, Becky leans in and rests her ear against the door to listen out for Veronica, which further smushes you against her soft, abundant breasts as they slowly press and flatten against the door.
Still not hearing anything from Veronica, Becky finally decides to try the direct approach. After testing the doorknob and realizing it's unlocked, she barges in and yells, "Hey, we doing this or what, Ronnie!?" As Becky bursts into the dressing room, the soft but intense pressure you were feeling against the door is replaced by intense jiggling as Becky's heavy breasts wildly bounce from her boisterous entrance. You can't see from here, with Becky's smothering flesh in your face, but Jezebel's dressing room sports a mostly red motif, much like her variety of iconic latex outfits. In fact, there's a whole array of provocative outfits, toys, and props scattered across the room, providing glimpses into Veronica's playful, seductive, and dominating sides. The lights are on, so Becky figures Veronica must be around. She scans the room and eventually spots the voluptuous brunette, clad in nothing but a towel, walk in from her adjacent bathroom.
"Sorry, love," Veronica apologizes as she hurriedly makes a beeline for her walk-in closet. "I lost track of time. I'll be with you in just a sec. Make yourself at home in the meantime." Before she steps inside the closet, Veronica points at two water bottles she left sitting next to a practice mat she just rolled out. "I left out something for us to drink as we practice. Help yourself," she says before disappearing into her closet.
Becky rolls her eyes. "Whatever." Becky walks to the mat and plops down next to it, her every move still stimulating and frustrating you immensely. Forced to continue waiting for Veronica, Becky crosses her arms, once again hefting her chest against you, and impatiently mutters to herself. "She spent all that time pestering me to help her out, then, when I finally decide to go out of my way for her, she goes and keeps me waiting, eating up even more of my precious time." You don't know why she has any reason to complain. It's not like Veronica did anything demeaning to Becky, like turning HER into the world's most unsupportive bra! Fed up with Becky's insufferable obnoxiousness, you try to furiously yell at her and tell her off, though your voice is still muffled by her huge nipple in your face.
On the verge of boredom, Becky notices your angry buzzing this time, and a wicked smile creeps along her face as she remembers you. Relishing the power her body has over yours, Becky taunts you again by giving her breasts a deliberate bounce upwards, making you groan as she lets their massive weight bear down on you a moment later. She snickers and says, "Oh, hey there, Stretch. I nearly forgot about ya. How're they hangin'? I'll be honest: these babies might be a bit too heavy for you, but that's your problem, not mine, haha!" Becky giggles again at the angry buzzing you make in response to her toying, happy to have a way to entertain herself for the time being. "I don't see what you're so upset about, little man. Most men would kill to get up close and personal with an amazing pair of tits like mine, and you actually get to enjoy them for free." Becky gently shakes her chest left and right, rubbing your predicament in your face by battering your body with her breasts. "If anything, you should be grateful." You grunt each time you feel your hard cock jab further against Becky's nipple. For both your dignity and sanity, you can't let her keep this up. It's a long shot, but, if she won't listen to reason, maybe you can make her uncomfortable enough to take you off.
The only thing you can do right now, you bite down on the portion of Becky's soft nipple that's wedged in your mouth, hoping it might sting her, but it's like nibbling on the world's biggest marshmallow. To your dismay, your weak, desperate attempt at freedom hardly bugs Becky at all. It just amuses her, especially since, from her perspective, it looks like you're just going to town on her. She stops shaking her chest and puts a finger against the back of your head, pressing more of her nipple into your face and mouth, then repeatedly flicks the nipple where your cock is, making it ache. She taunts, "Well, Well. Looks like someone finally decided to enjoy himself. Does Tiny Tommy like being a bra for the Big Bully's big boobies, after all?" Of course, Becky doesn't give you the chance to defend yourself or tell her off, and, after a few more moments of torturing, she grabs one of the water bottles Veronica left. "Let's see how much fun you'll have with them now," she adds with wicked glee before squirting a bit of water on her chest.
You're startled by the sudden ice-cold sensation at your back, and, before you can piece together what Becky's plan is, her nipples start to harden! You groan in surprise and discomfort as you feel more of Becky's nipple expand into your mouth, her soft, invading flesh reaching your throat and forcing your jaw to stretch. Loving how she can mess with you by using just her nipples, Becky laughs as she feels you squirm from the sudden discomfort, your struggles making her breasts jiggle even more against you.
"And just what are you up to now, you cheeky devil," Veronica asks, finally stepping out of her closet to see Becky giggling to herself like, well, a schoolgirl. Veronica now wears a red leather vest, opened to reveal the ample bosom held together by a matching leather bra underneath, and a matching pair of short leather shorts.
Struggling to hold back her giggles, Becky turns to her and coyly answers, "Oh, nothing, haha."
"Uh-huh, sure, love," Veronica retorts sarcastically as she walks over.
Becky's keeping you hidden, but not for your sake. She's sure Veronica will get a kick out of what she's done to you, but she can't reveal you to her just like that. Where would the fun in that be? No, Becky wants Veronica to spot you on her own, so someone else can be in startled awe of her power over you. That'd be such an ego rush! But, in order to get it just right, she'll have to stay cool and let things play out on their own...ok, maybe she can nudge things in the right direction, just a little. Showing off unusual levels of perkiness, Becky quickly gets up (continuing to make her breasts bounce against you) and asks, "So you 'bout ready to start practicin', Ronnie?"
"Uhh, yeah, I guess," Veronica says warily, still assuming Becky might be up to something.
"Great! But, before we start, how's about we do a few quick stretches. Gotta stay limber, y'know."
"Suuuuuuure, ok," Veronica answers. She still doesn't know what Becky's game is but decides to play along. She pulls off her vest, fully revealing the bra struggling to contain her breasts. Becky spies an opportunity and does the same, pulling off her wet shirt and letting her breasts bounce free against you. Veronica isn’t paying close attention, so she hasn’t noticed you strapped against Becky yet. From the corner of her eye, you just look like a simple, flesh-colored bra to her (albeit one that’s clearly too small for Becky), but Becky doesn’t mind. She’s in no real rush to reveal you. It just means she’ll have more time toying with you by herself until the cat’s finally out of the bag.
The girls take a minute to stretch, and Becky, in her own ‘subtle’ way, tries to show you off as they do, expanding and squeezing her chest in pronounced ways while limbering up. With each contortion and pose Becky makes, you feel her enormous boobs swell and spill past your body as she tries to make it obvious to any eagle-eyed observer that she’s using a tiny man as a bra.
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