Becky makes you into a "Tiny Tommy" brand thong
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 18
Becky looked down at your pitiful little body, as she continued to flick your cock back and forth, while you squirm helplessly against Patty's ass. As much as she'd be entertained by giving you over to Patty, who would undoubtedly torture you for stealing her room, Becky wanted you all to herself for just a bit longer. Patty was still pouting at her makeup table while Becky came close and said, "Don't sweat it, Princess! Tommy'll probably be by after my match with him, and you can hash all your complaints out with him then, kay?" Patty just huffed, "Whatever. That little asshole is going to get a piece of my mind, once I see him... And a piece of something else too, if he's not careful." Patty slapped her ass angrily, sending ripples through her flesh and across your body, as you struggled to breath beneath her. Becky held back her laughter and waited until Patty leaned towards her desk before quickly ripping you from the leather chair and heading for the door, though she called one last taunt over her shoulder, "Well I'd love to stay and chat but it looks like you'll be busy thinking about which half of your room you want to give Tommy. Ta-taa for now!"
As soon as Becky had closed the door behind her, she burst out laughing, bringing you up to her face just so you could hear her obnoxious giggling up close. Becky chimed, "I think that went pretty well!" as you stared daggers at her. You nearly screamed, "What the FUCK, Becky!? I try to get the underwear like you asked, and that's how you repay me? By throwing my under the bus to Patty!?"
Becky shrugged innocently, shaking her breasts together in front of you, as she said, "Umm, technically you didn't hold up your end of the deal, so whatever." Becky entered what looked like a locker room as you shouted back, "I couldn't because PATTY WAS WEARING the panties you told me to get!" Becky only rolled her eyes again and said, "Excuses excuses, little man!" and dropped you onto a bench, before immediately slamming one of her enormous ass cheeks on top of you, preventing you from arguing anymore. "Anyway, since you failed that simple task, and my current underwear isn't really appropriate for a practice match, I think I'll need something else to wear in the meantime..." Becky leaned back, putting more weight onto you, as she peeled off her damp black underwear and threw them aside, "And a little someone just volunteered!"
As you reiterated your distaste for this girl, Becky reached beneath her ass and casually grabbed your arms and legs, before stretching them out, using her ass to keep your torso in place. Becky shifted around to make sure your legs were stretching behind her while your arms came up between her thighs, then she began fiddling with your limbs, tying them into separate 'loops.' As she worked, Becky explained mockingly, "You know, you were just SUCH a good bra, Tommy. I'm excited to see how well you pull off being a tiny thong, too." Becky smirked as she finished her work: she had tied your right arm and leg together, and then your left arm and leg together, so each was reaching over one of her legs like a strap, while your body was stuck below her where she was sitting, with your head facing towards her now bare crotch.
Becky stood up, letting her ass wobble around as it separated from the bench, and looked into a wall-length mirror as she lifted her skirt up. You were currently splayed across one of her enormous round butt cheeks, but with a quick tug on one of your arms, Becky slid your naked body into her ass crack, where you almost immediately vanished. Becky let out another burst of annoying laughter as she watched your torso disappear between her huge ass cheeks, "Haha oh my gawwd, it's like you were MADE for this!" and giggled when your attempts at a furious reply amounted to little more than an enjoyable humming against her inner thighs. Because of your size, you had ended up with your waist wedged between Becky's thick ass cheeks, and your torso smooshed between her thighs, with your face just pressing against the soft but sweaty skin between her thighs. You couldn't believe how much you hated this girl; she had forced her way into your dressing room, teased you until you shrunk, forced you to help her with her stupid pranks, blackmailed you, ruined your one chance at getting the growth antidote, worn you like a piece of clothing, gotten another wrestler even angrier with you, and now you were her personal thong. As if that wasn't enough, you were still naked, and your sore cock was sticking dangerously close to Becky's pink butthole, and you could feel the waves of heat emanating from Becky's skin as it jiggled lightly against you. You focused all your energy on ignoring the sensations that Becky was forcing on you, though it wasn't easy. The last thing you wanted was for Becky to notice how precarious of a position you were in; she'd been teasing you all day, and you didn't want to give her the satisfaction of overcoming your willpower.
Meanwhile, completely carefree, Becky sashayed around the locker rooms, making sure that each step she took smeared your face between her flexing thighs, as she spoke down to you, "Alright, now that I've got my new lucky thong on, we should discuss our upcoming match." Did she seriously expect to go over the plan with you like this? Apparently so, as she continued speaking aloud, "I think the usual stuff would probably work just fine; some submission holds, maybe some counters." Becky stepped over to a bench, and flicked her skirt up to get a better look at you; your arms were stretched across either side of her tight vagina, which felt wonderful for her every time you moved and rubbed against her, while your face was nowhere to be seen as it was sandwiched between her legs. Becky smirked just imagining how mad you must be right now, and wondered if there was anything else she could do to torment you.
Becky answered her own question as she sat down on the wooden bench, and suddenly felt something hard pressing up against her backdoor. She wiggled back and forth, squishing whatever it was against her taut anus a few times, before she realized that it was your cock. She had almost forgotten about that! A smug grin formed across Becky's face as she remembered just how badly you were probably aching for some release right now. Instead of pointing out how horny you were despite your claims of hating her, Becky decided to play dumb. Pretending not to notice that your erection was jammed against her ass, Becky crossed one leg over the other, dragging your face across her skin as your thong shape was shifted from the movements, and said, "Hmmm,, what ELSE could we do to put on a show for the crowd? Any ideas, Tommy?" You were so busy trying to block out the feeling of the head of your cock pressing into the soft, warm skin of Becky's ass that you didn't even hear her at first, until she daintily pulled at your arms, dragging you an inch across her vagina before letting you snap back into place.
With a mocking tone Becky asked, "Hel-loooo tiny, are you even listening to me?" You wouldn't have been able to answer even if you wanted to; Becky's giant ass was still planted firmly on top of your torso, crushing it flat against the wooden bench. And your face was dangerously close to being mashed right into her pussy! How Becky expected you to answer her in this state, you had no idea... You heard Becky give an exasperated scoff, "Ugh, fine! I guess I'll just come up with a plan for our next match all by myself, since you're so unhelpful." And, as if to show her displeasure, Becky gave her ass a slap, sending a shockwave through her hips that bounced your waist against her flesh once more. You groaned as your cock shook against Becky's skin, and she smiled as she felt you squirming uncomfortably beneath her still wobbling ass, exactly like she had wanted.
Becky crossed her arms and tapped her chin thoughtfully as she continued to brainstorm ideas for the match, while really she was focusing on the vibrations of your angered attempts at getting her attention. Acting like she couldn't hear you, Becky mumbled, "Hmm, maybe we could do some body slams. Or better yet some hip drops, I bet that would be fun!" As though to remind you what a hip drop was, Becky raised her ass an inch from the bench and then plopped it back down. Becky smirked when she thought she heard you emitting a very agitated sounding "NNGH!" as her ass slammed into the bench. Just because it was so fun for her, Becky repeated the motion a few more times, squishing your groin up against her pink asshole with each repetition. "See? I think this would really show off the size disparity, to the audience, if I did stuff like this!" Becky chided. With a final *thump*, Becky landed against the bench, and had to bite her lip to keep from laughing as she felt your cock actually shove its way into her asshole from the impact. Becky felt your body writhing in annoyance as you tried to pull out, but were unable to do anything more than thrust against her because of the binding you were in.
Pretending like she had no idea of what just happened, Becky shifted her jiggling hips from side to side, and asked, "I'm sure that's not too much for you to handle, right Tommy? I mean, a big girl like me could do a lot of damage to a little thing like you, but I'm sure you can take it without giving in!" As if to accentuate her point, Becky clenched her ass, squeezing your cock inside of her asshole so hard that you started to become dizzy, but only managed to retain your senses through sheer willpower.
What does Becky do next?
Does Becky head to the match with you in this condition, hoping to take advantage of your exhausted and aroused state?
or does she decide to toy with you, making you shrink before the match even begins?
As soon as Becky had closed the door behind her, she burst out laughing, bringing you up to her face just so you could hear her obnoxious giggling up close. Becky chimed, "I think that went pretty well!" as you stared daggers at her. You nearly screamed, "What the FUCK, Becky!? I try to get the underwear like you asked, and that's how you repay me? By throwing my under the bus to Patty!?"
Becky shrugged innocently, shaking her breasts together in front of you, as she said, "Umm, technically you didn't hold up your end of the deal, so whatever." Becky entered what looked like a locker room as you shouted back, "I couldn't because PATTY WAS WEARING the panties you told me to get!" Becky only rolled her eyes again and said, "Excuses excuses, little man!" and dropped you onto a bench, before immediately slamming one of her enormous ass cheeks on top of you, preventing you from arguing anymore. "Anyway, since you failed that simple task, and my current underwear isn't really appropriate for a practice match, I think I'll need something else to wear in the meantime..." Becky leaned back, putting more weight onto you, as she peeled off her damp black underwear and threw them aside, "And a little someone just volunteered!"
As you reiterated your distaste for this girl, Becky reached beneath her ass and casually grabbed your arms and legs, before stretching them out, using her ass to keep your torso in place. Becky shifted around to make sure your legs were stretching behind her while your arms came up between her thighs, then she began fiddling with your limbs, tying them into separate 'loops.' As she worked, Becky explained mockingly, "You know, you were just SUCH a good bra, Tommy. I'm excited to see how well you pull off being a tiny thong, too." Becky smirked as she finished her work: she had tied your right arm and leg together, and then your left arm and leg together, so each was reaching over one of her legs like a strap, while your body was stuck below her where she was sitting, with your head facing towards her now bare crotch.
Becky stood up, letting her ass wobble around as it separated from the bench, and looked into a wall-length mirror as she lifted her skirt up. You were currently splayed across one of her enormous round butt cheeks, but with a quick tug on one of your arms, Becky slid your naked body into her ass crack, where you almost immediately vanished. Becky let out another burst of annoying laughter as she watched your torso disappear between her huge ass cheeks, "Haha oh my gawwd, it's like you were MADE for this!" and giggled when your attempts at a furious reply amounted to little more than an enjoyable humming against her inner thighs. Because of your size, you had ended up with your waist wedged between Becky's thick ass cheeks, and your torso smooshed between her thighs, with your face just pressing against the soft but sweaty skin between her thighs. You couldn't believe how much you hated this girl; she had forced her way into your dressing room, teased you until you shrunk, forced you to help her with her stupid pranks, blackmailed you, ruined your one chance at getting the growth antidote, worn you like a piece of clothing, gotten another wrestler even angrier with you, and now you were her personal thong. As if that wasn't enough, you were still naked, and your sore cock was sticking dangerously close to Becky's pink butthole, and you could feel the waves of heat emanating from Becky's skin as it jiggled lightly against you. You focused all your energy on ignoring the sensations that Becky was forcing on you, though it wasn't easy. The last thing you wanted was for Becky to notice how precarious of a position you were in; she'd been teasing you all day, and you didn't want to give her the satisfaction of overcoming your willpower.
Meanwhile, completely carefree, Becky sashayed around the locker rooms, making sure that each step she took smeared your face between her flexing thighs, as she spoke down to you, "Alright, now that I've got my new lucky thong on, we should discuss our upcoming match." Did she seriously expect to go over the plan with you like this? Apparently so, as she continued speaking aloud, "I think the usual stuff would probably work just fine; some submission holds, maybe some counters." Becky stepped over to a bench, and flicked her skirt up to get a better look at you; your arms were stretched across either side of her tight vagina, which felt wonderful for her every time you moved and rubbed against her, while your face was nowhere to be seen as it was sandwiched between her legs. Becky smirked just imagining how mad you must be right now, and wondered if there was anything else she could do to torment you.
Becky answered her own question as she sat down on the wooden bench, and suddenly felt something hard pressing up against her backdoor. She wiggled back and forth, squishing whatever it was against her taut anus a few times, before she realized that it was your cock. She had almost forgotten about that! A smug grin formed across Becky's face as she remembered just how badly you were probably aching for some release right now. Instead of pointing out how horny you were despite your claims of hating her, Becky decided to play dumb. Pretending not to notice that your erection was jammed against her ass, Becky crossed one leg over the other, dragging your face across her skin as your thong shape was shifted from the movements, and said, "Hmmm,, what ELSE could we do to put on a show for the crowd? Any ideas, Tommy?" You were so busy trying to block out the feeling of the head of your cock pressing into the soft, warm skin of Becky's ass that you didn't even hear her at first, until she daintily pulled at your arms, dragging you an inch across her vagina before letting you snap back into place.
With a mocking tone Becky asked, "Hel-loooo tiny, are you even listening to me?" You wouldn't have been able to answer even if you wanted to; Becky's giant ass was still planted firmly on top of your torso, crushing it flat against the wooden bench. And your face was dangerously close to being mashed right into her pussy! How Becky expected you to answer her in this state, you had no idea... You heard Becky give an exasperated scoff, "Ugh, fine! I guess I'll just come up with a plan for our next match all by myself, since you're so unhelpful." And, as if to show her displeasure, Becky gave her ass a slap, sending a shockwave through her hips that bounced your waist against her flesh once more. You groaned as your cock shook against Becky's skin, and she smiled as she felt you squirming uncomfortably beneath her still wobbling ass, exactly like she had wanted.
Becky crossed her arms and tapped her chin thoughtfully as she continued to brainstorm ideas for the match, while really she was focusing on the vibrations of your angered attempts at getting her attention. Acting like she couldn't hear you, Becky mumbled, "Hmm, maybe we could do some body slams. Or better yet some hip drops, I bet that would be fun!" As though to remind you what a hip drop was, Becky raised her ass an inch from the bench and then plopped it back down. Becky smirked when she thought she heard you emitting a very agitated sounding "NNGH!" as her ass slammed into the bench. Just because it was so fun for her, Becky repeated the motion a few more times, squishing your groin up against her pink asshole with each repetition. "See? I think this would really show off the size disparity, to the audience, if I did stuff like this!" Becky chided. With a final *thump*, Becky landed against the bench, and had to bite her lip to keep from laughing as she felt your cock actually shove its way into her asshole from the impact. Becky felt your body writhing in annoyance as you tried to pull out, but were unable to do anything more than thrust against her because of the binding you were in.
Pretending like she had no idea of what just happened, Becky shifted her jiggling hips from side to side, and asked, "I'm sure that's not too much for you to handle, right Tommy? I mean, a big girl like me could do a lot of damage to a little thing like you, but I'm sure you can take it without giving in!" As if to accentuate her point, Becky clenched her ass, squeezing your cock inside of her asshole so hard that you started to become dizzy, but only managed to retain your senses through sheer willpower.
What does Becky do next?
Does Becky head to the match with you in this condition, hoping to take advantage of your exhausted and aroused state?
or does she decide to toy with you, making you shrink before the match even begins?
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May 31, 2023
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