Forced to endure the brunt of Becky's massive, overbearing breasts, you desperately struggle as she puts her shirt back on around you, her soft chest making you writhe in frustration and pleasure as it bounces against you. She buttons up her blouse, hiding away most of your body, but, since she purposely broke a few buttons earlier to show off, there's enough of her cleavage showing to reveal part of your torso strapped across her massive tits. Enjoying the feeling of your tiny body forced to hug her sexy figure, Becky makes a few sultry poses while admiring her handiwork in the mirror. "Hmmm, yeah, not bad, not bad at all, Tommy," she says. "Hope you don't mind if I break you in for a while. Haha, it's not like you're going anywhere anyways." She jiggles her chest tauntingly a few times, making your body strain against her, before turning around to leave her dressing room, the full weight of her breasts pounding down on you with every step she takes.
Furious that she's treating you like this, you angrily yell against Becky's breasts, but your tirade only comes out as a soft buzz against her immense tit, tickling the nipple that's right in front of your face. Becky's nipple slowly starts to harden from the stimulation, pressing harder against your tiny head and making it even harder for you to speak. Becky feels your buzzing and jeers, "What's that, my new bra? You got something to say?" Noticing that you cant possibly speak with her big nipple in your face, Becky takes a hand and pulls on her breast just enough to free you from her nipple, giving you a chance to speak.
Free to speak your mind, you say, "Where the hell do you think you're going with me like this Becky!? Let me go already! I'm a wrestler, just like you. You can't do this to--"
Becky rolls her eyes and says, "Oh, hush up, already. You're spoiling my good mood, twerp."
"W-what!? To hell with your 'good mood'. I won't stop talking until you let me--mmrrph." Fed up with your complaining, Becky releases her breast, letting her nipple slam against your face and silence you. To add insult to injury, she takes a finger and presses it against the back of your head, grinding your head against her titanic breast.
"I said: hush. Up. Keep it up, and I'll really give you something to wine about," she chides while dominating you with just her breasts and a finger. "Now that that's settled, there was one last thing I was supposed to do. What was it again?" Recounting her day, Becky thinks aloud to herself for a few moments while still mindlessly smushing your head against her with her finger. "Oh yeah, I'm supposed to report back to Touka and tell her I got the antidote to you, not that it did you much good in the end." After another moment, an idea pops in Becky's head, making a devilish smile appear on her face. "Ooooh, and I bet she'll just looove to see her newest little 'champ' wrapped around my big boobies." You groan against Becky as she saunters down the hall to Hizuki's office. Each time she took a small step, her breast jiggled in front of you, and her nipple vibrated against your face. You could feel the weight of her massive breast pushing against you constantly, and, what's more, now that Becky's nipple is hard, it's firmness is forcing you to bend your neck back a little bit, though your head still sinks into it a bit because her soft, heavy flesh
Eventually, Becky enters Touka's office, and spots her scribbling on a bunch of paper at her desk. "Hey, boss," Becky says with a tone of familiarity.
"Oh, hey, welcome back," Touka responds, briefly looking up before turning her attention to her work again. Touka is one of the few people at the DWA Becky actually respects and likes, often going on a wild Girl's Night with her whenever they move to a new venue. She'd be the perfect gal pal for Becky to show off her new boy toy to, especially since she's partially the reason why you're in this mess. But Becky doesn't want to reveal your predicament to Touka right away. That's hardly any fun. No, Becky wants Touka to eventually spot you on her own, so that she see the surprised look on her friend's face while she casually enjoys your body wrapped around hers. All Becky has to do is set up a situation where Touka could see you fairly easily.
Evil plan in motion, Becky approaches Touka at her desk and notices that it's riddled with papers. "What's all this," she asks.
Touka answers, "Oh, just a bunch of dumb paperwork I have to fill out regarding our newest wrestler, Tommy. Y'now: liabities, wavers, yada yada."
"You don't need him to, like, sign any of that?"
"Not with the resources I have," the Japanese heiress retorts."But, if I don't hurry and finish filling out these papers about his--er--small condition, there might still be some slight legal repercussions..." You furiously buzz against Becky's breasts. Oh, legal repercussions for practically kidnapping a man and forcing him to play your sick games by shrinking him? Yeah, take all the time you need, Touka. I'm sure it's fine.
After a moment, Touka continues. "Oh, that reminds me: did you get that portion of the antidote to him ok? By my calculations, he should've grown back six inches or so."
Becky bounces her massive chest left and right, effortlessly taunting your body with its weight as she speaks. "Yeah, I got it to him, but, from what I saw, it had little effect. I guess he just couldn't handle being around a stunning beauty like myself, haha." She relishes the feeling of your throbbing cock jabbing further against her breast as she swings it against you, once again confirming to her how much she's easily turned you on since you've met her.
"Ha, yeah sure," Touka says distractedly, still filling out paper work. "Well, should the need arise, I've got plenty more whipped up for him to take." Still not looking away from her work, she gestures to the table behind Becky, revealing the big batch of antidote she just made, all kept in tiny vials like the one Becky "gave" you.
To get a better look, Becky approaches the table and bends over, gravity making your tiny body bear the full weight of her massive chest. Her soft flesh presses further and further against you like an avalanche, even spilling past your body a little. It's hard for you to move, but, upon hearing what Touka, said, you desperately crane your head to see all the antidote she made. If you weren't stuck to this obnoxious, cockteasing bitch, you'd be taking it by now. Becky gives a loud whistle, "admiring" all of the antidote Touka made for you while tauntingly swaying her chest against you. "Oh wow, that is a lot. If your golden boy got his hands on all this, he'd probably be back to his full size in no time." She leans in closer, gently swaying her breasts--and you--within inches of a vial, but your hands literally tied, you can't grab it. "Soooo close," Becky tauntingly whispers, hoping to get another rise out of you. Frustrated beyond belief, in more ways than one, you angrily buzz against Becky's nipple again, giving her exactly what she wants. She purrs silently, enjoying the powerful tingle you're sending up her spine. "You want I should deliver some more to him," she offers, secretly hoping to lord even more power over you.
Still writing, Touka says, "Nah, not yet. Let him earn his keep by doing a few more matches first, give the crowd a good show."
"You really think they'll go for it?"
"His first match is already trending."
"They liked him?"
"They liked how Patty beat him, loved it even. They're raving about how sexy and powerful she looked while turning it into a literal squash match, claiming it was her best match yet. Her star power is going through the roof."
Becky takes special note of that. "Interesting..." Maybe with enough schmoozing, she can convince Touka to let her next match be against you. But first: back to her plan. She struts back to Touka's desk. She rests her elbows on the desk in front of her, letting her heavy breasts rest on it while crushing you under them. If Touka so much as even glances upwards, she might see part of you body against Becky's chest from the gap in her shirt. "Y'know, boss lady, you've had your nose in paperwork all week. Why not take a break? Let's try out that fancy sauna or go to that big pool. You're practically dressed for it as it is," she says, referring to the skimpy white bikini Touka wears beneath her open lab coat.
"I appreciate it, Becky, but I really can't play hooky with you again, not this time. I gotta get this stuff done."
"C'mon, Touka, take it easy. Sometimes you just gotta lift your head from the grindstone and take a good, long look at what's around you." Becky stands up and coyly heaves her chest out, making her giant breasts bulge outwards. Her blouse, unable to fully contain her ballooning chest, parts and reveals more of your body as it unbearably strains and stretches against her. If Touka would just look up, she'd surely see something's up.
"I will, I will. I plan to look at the rest of the matches today, just as soon as I get this done," she responds, eyes still on her papers.
"Not exactly what I meant..." Refusing to give up just yet, Becky casually steps behind Touka and rests her breasts on the back of her head, playfully rubbing them against her as your body slides back and forth against them. Maybe this will get her attention. It's not like Becky wears bras often. "Let's just go have fun already. That stuff will still be there when you get back."
Feeling torn, Touka gives a sigh before pulling her head from Becky's breasts."No, really, I should get this done. If you can keep quiet, you can hang out and entertain yourself in here while I work. Otherwise, just run along already." Refusing her goading, Touka makes a gesture for Becky to leave while she gets back to her work, still failing to notice you.
Annoyed, Becky lets out a "hmph" and crosses her arms, hefting her massive chest in a way that makes you dig against it more.
Furious that she's treating you like this, you angrily yell against Becky's breasts, but your tirade only comes out as a soft buzz against her immense tit, tickling the nipple that's right in front of your face. Becky's nipple slowly starts to harden from the stimulation, pressing harder against your tiny head and making it even harder for you to speak. Becky feels your buzzing and jeers, "What's that, my new bra? You got something to say?" Noticing that you cant possibly speak with her big nipple in your face, Becky takes a hand and pulls on her breast just enough to free you from her nipple, giving you a chance to speak.
Free to speak your mind, you say, "Where the hell do you think you're going with me like this Becky!? Let me go already! I'm a wrestler, just like you. You can't do this to--"
Becky rolls her eyes and says, "Oh, hush up, already. You're spoiling my good mood, twerp."
"W-what!? To hell with your 'good mood'. I won't stop talking until you let me--mmrrph." Fed up with your complaining, Becky releases her breast, letting her nipple slam against your face and silence you. To add insult to injury, she takes a finger and presses it against the back of your head, grinding your head against her titanic breast.
"I said: hush. Up. Keep it up, and I'll really give you something to wine about," she chides while dominating you with just her breasts and a finger. "Now that that's settled, there was one last thing I was supposed to do. What was it again?" Recounting her day, Becky thinks aloud to herself for a few moments while still mindlessly smushing your head against her with her finger. "Oh yeah, I'm supposed to report back to Touka and tell her I got the antidote to you, not that it did you much good in the end." After another moment, an idea pops in Becky's head, making a devilish smile appear on her face. "Ooooh, and I bet she'll just looove to see her newest little 'champ' wrapped around my big boobies." You groan against Becky as she saunters down the hall to Hizuki's office. Each time she took a small step, her breast jiggled in front of you, and her nipple vibrated against your face. You could feel the weight of her massive breast pushing against you constantly, and, what's more, now that Becky's nipple is hard, it's firmness is forcing you to bend your neck back a little bit, though your head still sinks into it a bit because her soft, heavy flesh
Eventually, Becky enters Touka's office, and spots her scribbling on a bunch of paper at her desk. "Hey, boss," Becky says with a tone of familiarity.
"Oh, hey, welcome back," Touka responds, briefly looking up before turning her attention to her work again. Touka is one of the few people at the DWA Becky actually respects and likes, often going on a wild Girl's Night with her whenever they move to a new venue. She'd be the perfect gal pal for Becky to show off her new boy toy to, especially since she's partially the reason why you're in this mess. But Becky doesn't want to reveal your predicament to Touka right away. That's hardly any fun. No, Becky wants Touka to eventually spot you on her own, so that she see the surprised look on her friend's face while she casually enjoys your body wrapped around hers. All Becky has to do is set up a situation where Touka could see you fairly easily.
Evil plan in motion, Becky approaches Touka at her desk and notices that it's riddled with papers. "What's all this," she asks.
Touka answers, "Oh, just a bunch of dumb paperwork I have to fill out regarding our newest wrestler, Tommy. Y'now: liabities, wavers, yada yada."
"You don't need him to, like, sign any of that?"
"Not with the resources I have," the Japanese heiress retorts."But, if I don't hurry and finish filling out these papers about his--er--small condition, there might still be some slight legal repercussions..." You furiously buzz against Becky's breasts. Oh, legal repercussions for practically kidnapping a man and forcing him to play your sick games by shrinking him? Yeah, take all the time you need, Touka. I'm sure it's fine.
After a moment, Touka continues. "Oh, that reminds me: did you get that portion of the antidote to him ok? By my calculations, he should've grown back six inches or so."
Becky bounces her massive chest left and right, effortlessly taunting your body with its weight as she speaks. "Yeah, I got it to him, but, from what I saw, it had little effect. I guess he just couldn't handle being around a stunning beauty like myself, haha." She relishes the feeling of your throbbing cock jabbing further against her breast as she swings it against you, once again confirming to her how much she's easily turned you on since you've met her.
"Ha, yeah sure," Touka says distractedly, still filling out paper work. "Well, should the need arise, I've got plenty more whipped up for him to take." Still not looking away from her work, she gestures to the table behind Becky, revealing the big batch of antidote she just made, all kept in tiny vials like the one Becky "gave" you.
To get a better look, Becky approaches the table and bends over, gravity making your tiny body bear the full weight of her massive chest. Her soft flesh presses further and further against you like an avalanche, even spilling past your body a little. It's hard for you to move, but, upon hearing what Touka, said, you desperately crane your head to see all the antidote she made. If you weren't stuck to this obnoxious, cockteasing bitch, you'd be taking it by now. Becky gives a loud whistle, "admiring" all of the antidote Touka made for you while tauntingly swaying her chest against you. "Oh wow, that is a lot. If your golden boy got his hands on all this, he'd probably be back to his full size in no time." She leans in closer, gently swaying her breasts--and you--within inches of a vial, but your hands literally tied, you can't grab it. "Soooo close," Becky tauntingly whispers, hoping to get another rise out of you. Frustrated beyond belief, in more ways than one, you angrily buzz against Becky's nipple again, giving her exactly what she wants. She purrs silently, enjoying the powerful tingle you're sending up her spine. "You want I should deliver some more to him," she offers, secretly hoping to lord even more power over you.
Still writing, Touka says, "Nah, not yet. Let him earn his keep by doing a few more matches first, give the crowd a good show."
"You really think they'll go for it?"
"His first match is already trending."
"They liked him?"
"They liked how Patty beat him, loved it even. They're raving about how sexy and powerful she looked while turning it into a literal squash match, claiming it was her best match yet. Her star power is going through the roof."
Becky takes special note of that. "Interesting..." Maybe with enough schmoozing, she can convince Touka to let her next match be against you. But first: back to her plan. She struts back to Touka's desk. She rests her elbows on the desk in front of her, letting her heavy breasts rest on it while crushing you under them. If Touka so much as even glances upwards, she might see part of you body against Becky's chest from the gap in her shirt. "Y'know, boss lady, you've had your nose in paperwork all week. Why not take a break? Let's try out that fancy sauna or go to that big pool. You're practically dressed for it as it is," she says, referring to the skimpy white bikini Touka wears beneath her open lab coat.
"I appreciate it, Becky, but I really can't play hooky with you again, not this time. I gotta get this stuff done."
"C'mon, Touka, take it easy. Sometimes you just gotta lift your head from the grindstone and take a good, long look at what's around you." Becky stands up and coyly heaves her chest out, making her giant breasts bulge outwards. Her blouse, unable to fully contain her ballooning chest, parts and reveals more of your body as it unbearably strains and stretches against her. If Touka would just look up, she'd surely see something's up.
"I will, I will. I plan to look at the rest of the matches today, just as soon as I get this done," she responds, eyes still on her papers.
"Not exactly what I meant..." Refusing to give up just yet, Becky casually steps behind Touka and rests her breasts on the back of her head, playfully rubbing them against her as your body slides back and forth against them. Maybe this will get her attention. It's not like Becky wears bras often. "Let's just go have fun already. That stuff will still be there when you get back."
Feeling torn, Touka gives a sigh before pulling her head from Becky's breasts."No, really, I should get this done. If you can keep quiet, you can hang out and entertain yourself in here while I work. Otherwise, just run along already." Refusing her goading, Touka makes a gesture for Becky to leave while she gets back to her work, still failing to notice you.
Annoyed, Becky lets out a "hmph" and crosses her arms, hefting her massive chest in a way that makes you dig against it more.
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May 31, 2023
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