Touko continues to gawp at you, her newest wrestler, contorted into a flimsy bra against her friend’s huge breasts. Finally gaining Touko’s attention, Becky gives a proud smirk as her soft melons continue to wobble from her sudden movement, constantly jiggling against your poor body and pulling it taut between them as you groan against her. You hate that Becky is showing off your mortifying predicament, but maybe it’s a good thing that Touka knows now. She’s the boss of both you and Becky, after all, so maybe she’ll demand Becky to let you go. A few silent moments go by as you and Becky wait expectantly for Touko’s response.
“...Fascinating,” Touko finally says before leaning in to get a much closer look at you, investigating Becky’s handiwork. Fascinating!? How the hell does she find this fascinating!? Someone is wearing one of her employees, a living, breathing (albeit very small) human being, like an article of clothing. That’s not fascinating. It’s demeaning! You give another frustrated groan against Becky’s tit. Of course Touko finds this fascinating. She’s the sociopath that injected you with this dumb serum to begin with. She was probably counting the minutes until this happened. “Did you do this,” she asks Becky.
“Yup,” Becky says, proudly crossing her arms and hefting her chest in a way that bulges her overwhelming breasts against you more. She stifles a giggle when she feels your groans buzzing against her as her nipples dig against your face and cock more.
“Interesting,” Touko says raptly. “I calculated that the serum would induce hyper-pliability within the subject’s cartilage after some intense or prolonged excitement, but I had no idea it would be to this extent.” Touko pauses after remembering her audience. She looks at Becky and clarifies, “That means Tommy’s extremely stretchy.”
“I gathered,” Becky says plainly. She casually takes a thumb and pulls on your taut torso a bit before letting you suddenly snap back in place against her, the demeaning action making her breasts quiver against you more. “Stretch Armstrong here was giving me some attitude earlier, even after I so graciously gave him a tour of the venue to help him get adjusted, so, once I discovered his stretchiness, I thought this would be the best way to teach him a lesson,” she explains. You and Becky both know that’s not what happened at all (Hell, the closest thing to a tour she gave you was her dragging you back and forth through the dirty vents to force you to prank poor Sadie), but, with Becky’s massive tit still bearing against your face, you have no way to tell Touko the truth, or even to beg her to get you free.
If you could see the fascinated look Touko is giving you, though, you could probably tell that she seems more interested in what Becky did rather than why. Both Touko’s scientific curiosity and her flair for showmanship surge within her as she admires her friend’s creative use of your stretchiness. She silently ponders a variety of different ways your stretchiness could be used in the ring to boost ratings. To add insult to injury after beating you, someone could turn you into a bra and walk out with you. You could be a bra worn in a strip match. Hell, you could even be the prize. If she could learn more about the extent of your stretchiness, it could lead to ratings gold!
Loving the attention Touko is giving her for putting you in your place, Becky strikes a pose to show you off, shaking her chest a little more. “So what do ya think, Touko? He’s not as supportive as my other bras, but damned if I don’t love how tight he feels against me, makes me feel even bigger. I might just make him a part of my private collection, haha!”
“Huh?...O-oh yeah, he looks good on you, Becky. Real good,” Touko answers, her train of thought derailed for the moment. She watches you bounce against Becky’s breasts for a few moments before reaching up and curiously groping Becky’s chest, intent on examining you more. You yelp in surprise against Becky’s flesh as two giant hands descend upon it, squishing you between them.
“H-hey! Give a girl a little warning, huh,” Becky chides, mildly annoyed. Touko doesn’t respond. She simply continues to fondle Becky’s chest, watching intently as your altered body sinks and stretches against her smooth flesh, while pondering what to do with you next.
What next?
Option 1: Touko puts you on herself, dropping everything to run some “tests” on your stretchiness (and other side effects?). Does Becky stick around to help?
Option 2: Becky finally convinces Touko to go out and have fun with her, bringing you along for the ride.
“...Fascinating,” Touko finally says before leaning in to get a much closer look at you, investigating Becky’s handiwork. Fascinating!? How the hell does she find this fascinating!? Someone is wearing one of her employees, a living, breathing (albeit very small) human being, like an article of clothing. That’s not fascinating. It’s demeaning! You give another frustrated groan against Becky’s tit. Of course Touko finds this fascinating. She’s the sociopath that injected you with this dumb serum to begin with. She was probably counting the minutes until this happened. “Did you do this,” she asks Becky.
“Yup,” Becky says, proudly crossing her arms and hefting her chest in a way that bulges her overwhelming breasts against you more. She stifles a giggle when she feels your groans buzzing against her as her nipples dig against your face and cock more.
“Interesting,” Touko says raptly. “I calculated that the serum would induce hyper-pliability within the subject’s cartilage after some intense or prolonged excitement, but I had no idea it would be to this extent.” Touko pauses after remembering her audience. She looks at Becky and clarifies, “That means Tommy’s extremely stretchy.”
“I gathered,” Becky says plainly. She casually takes a thumb and pulls on your taut torso a bit before letting you suddenly snap back in place against her, the demeaning action making her breasts quiver against you more. “Stretch Armstrong here was giving me some attitude earlier, even after I so graciously gave him a tour of the venue to help him get adjusted, so, once I discovered his stretchiness, I thought this would be the best way to teach him a lesson,” she explains. You and Becky both know that’s not what happened at all (Hell, the closest thing to a tour she gave you was her dragging you back and forth through the dirty vents to force you to prank poor Sadie), but, with Becky’s massive tit still bearing against your face, you have no way to tell Touko the truth, or even to beg her to get you free.
If you could see the fascinated look Touko is giving you, though, you could probably tell that she seems more interested in what Becky did rather than why. Both Touko’s scientific curiosity and her flair for showmanship surge within her as she admires her friend’s creative use of your stretchiness. She silently ponders a variety of different ways your stretchiness could be used in the ring to boost ratings. To add insult to injury after beating you, someone could turn you into a bra and walk out with you. You could be a bra worn in a strip match. Hell, you could even be the prize. If she could learn more about the extent of your stretchiness, it could lead to ratings gold!
Loving the attention Touko is giving her for putting you in your place, Becky strikes a pose to show you off, shaking her chest a little more. “So what do ya think, Touko? He’s not as supportive as my other bras, but damned if I don’t love how tight he feels against me, makes me feel even bigger. I might just make him a part of my private collection, haha!”
“Huh?...O-oh yeah, he looks good on you, Becky. Real good,” Touko answers, her train of thought derailed for the moment. She watches you bounce against Becky’s breasts for a few moments before reaching up and curiously groping Becky’s chest, intent on examining you more. You yelp in surprise against Becky’s flesh as two giant hands descend upon it, squishing you between them.
“H-hey! Give a girl a little warning, huh,” Becky chides, mildly annoyed. Touko doesn’t respond. She simply continues to fondle Becky’s chest, watching intently as your altered body sinks and stretches against her smooth flesh, while pondering what to do with you next.
What next?
Option 1: Touko puts you on herself, dropping everything to run some “tests” on your stretchiness (and other side effects?). Does Becky stick around to help?
Option 2: Becky finally convinces Touko to go out and have fun with her, bringing you along for the ride.
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May 31, 2023
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