Becky forgot you and goes to the pool to relax
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 26
As she storms down the hallway, Becky continues to angrily mutter about her 'humiliating' match, and you likewise grumble at the humiliating position she's left you in: plastered face-first against the huge, jiggling ass cheek of the obnoxious woman who not only shrunk you immensely but also cost you your first real chance at winning back some of your height. If it weren't for her reckless showboating and her insufferable desire to toy with you, you two would've handily won that match, instead of getting a draw. The worst part is that, now that you're stuck to your 'oh so reliable' partner, you can't even go and ask Touko if she'll at least give you a little bit of antidote for your efforts despite Becky's incompetence. Between the sweat Becky worked up and the humiliating way she made the Mauraders tap out against you and her butt, you're firmly flattened against her and can't get free without her help. Why hasn't she freed you yet, anyway? And where the hell is she going? She hasn't actually forgotten about you already, has she?
Too annoyed to think about anyone else at the moment, let alone you, Becky continues her brisk walk to her dressing room, unwittingly shaking her soft, enormous rump against you with every hurried step. As you wobble against the constantly jiggling flesh, you hold out a small hope that some kind soul might notice the poor new guy stuck to Becky's butt and help you, but her fluttering skirt has you mostly hidden from view. Even if someone did happen to notice the small, man-shaped tattoo on Becky's butt, it's unlikely anyone would be curious or brave enough to approach the obviously pissed off Big Bully and ask about it. Becky reaches her room and slams the door shut behind her, further sealing your fate with her.
Before doing anything else, Becky gives another exaggerated groan. Even in the comfort of her own room, she's still frustrated, and she begins tapping her foot impatiently, mindlessly inciting another wave of jiggles against you, while contemplating what to do next. She needs a way to cool off and finally forget about that dumb match...wait: 'cool off,' that's it! Becky heads to her closet and quickly begins to strip. You feel her body jiggle intensely as she struggles to shimmy and peel her tight clothes off. You were hoping the friction from her pulling off her skirt might finally slide you off her body, but the skirt only presses her more firmly against her as it slides down past you. After she gets her clothes off, Becky grabs a nearby swimsuit, a skimpy two-piece, and puts it on, further wobbling her body against you as she does. Apparently, she plans to go swimming. You didn't know this place has a pool (though you're sure it's just one among many other things Touko conveniently neglected to tell you when you 'signed on' here).
After some effort, Becky gets her suit on and goes to admire herself in the mirror. She smirks while observing how her extremely curvaceous, dynamite body practically spills out of her bikini. "Hey there, hot stuff. Lookin' good!" Flaunting to no one but herself, Becky strikes a few poses while admiring her imposing figure, feeding her insatiable craving for an ego boost. You'd be rolling your eyes right now if Becky's ass didn't fill your entire vision. "Those jealous Marauders wish they had an ass as big and beautiful as mine," Becky gloats before cocking her hips to the side and giving her butt a proud smack, unwittingly slapping you against it while making its warm flesh wobble against you. "The next time I see them, I'll make sure to give them another long, close look at it, until they fully appreciate how amazing it is, or until they pass out, whichever comes first, haha!"
Her foul mood slowly getting better, Becky leaves her room and heads to the DWA's indoor pool, with you still in tow. As she confidently struts down the hallway, you're left wondering how long it'll take until you're finally free of this smug bitch. Maybe if you're lucky the pool water will wash you off Becky before she even notices you're around.
Becky makes it to the pool, placed within a lavish room with a huge skylight, but, instead of diving in right away, she heads to one of the many reclining chairs surrounding it and sits down. You groan as you feel all of Becky's weight gradually bear down on you as her ass rests atop you again. This time, however, she's crushing you against a chair covered in plastic strips for support, and you feel the strips, struggling to hold up Becky's body, slowly sink and dip below the chair frame, creating a very apparent bulge from below as you're further flattened beneath her. Getting comfortable, Becky slowly wriggles in place before giving a loud sigh, the peaceful environment of the pool beginning to relieve her stress. It's almost perfect, but it does feel like something's missing. Actually, she begins to feel like she's forgotten something, something she's been having fun with...
Suddenly you hear an unfamiliar voice speak, with a sweet, subtle British accent. "Oh, hey there, love. Fancy seeing you here." Her train of thought broken, Becky looks up to see a stunning, curvaceous brunette, clad in an astonishingly flashy v-sling bikini, standing above her.
As the new brunette sits in the chair next to her, Becky looks away and snorts, "Oh, hey, Ronnie."
Despite her friend's lukewarm welcome, Veronica Jones (a.k.a The DWA's seductive Jezebel) keeps a cheerful attitude. "That's hardly any way to greet your favorite gal pal," she teases.
"I wouldn't exactly call you my favorite," Becky grunts.
"You're right. 'Only' would be much more appropriate. Wouldn't you agree?" Becky rolls her eyes. Veronica is one of the few people Becky actually respects and (at least sorta) gets along with at the DWA, mostly because, like her, Jezebel is skilled at using her abundant assets to get what she wants when she wants, often playing by her own rules. Veronica can just be a bit more subtle about it, is all. As Veronica gets settled, she notices Becky seems to be in a slightly more sour mood than usual. "What'samatter, love? Something bugging you?"
Becky crosses her arms in a huff. "Nothing, just a stupid match I just had, against the Marauders," she mutters.
"Don't tell me you actually lost to them."
"Oh HELL NO!!!...it was a tie..."
Veronica giggles at the amusing news. "Haha, wow. How'd you screw that one up? You're bigger than the both of them combined, most of us are."
"It wasn't MY fault," Becky says defensively while quickly sitting up in her chair to look at Veronica, unconsciously bouncing herself atop you as she moves. Letting out all her frustrations, she begins to rant. "It was that stupid new guy Touko just hired, the one she 'mad-scienced' into shrinking for some dumb gimmick or something. She forced me to make him my parter for the match, but the little twerp wouldn't pull his own weight. He just sat there like an idiot and made me do all the work. If it weren't for my skills and quick thinking, we might've lost." You can hardly believe what you're hearing. Becky, who ruined things for the both of you with all her showboating, actually has the gall to blame YOU for how poorly the match went!? What the hell does the sky look like in her crazy little world? You want to get up and defend yourself, tell this obnoxious bitch off and explain you had a lot more riding on that match than she did (so she has NO reason to be complaining), but, since you're still stuck under her ass, you're forced to sit there and listen to her whine, complain, and ruin your good name.
Veronica gives an impressed whistle at Becky's rant. "Wow, sounds like the new guy is a bit of a tool," she says somewhat consolingly. Knowing Becky has a tendency to exaggerate things in her favor, Veronica only half-believes her story, but she figures now is one of those times she should at least try to be a supportive, understanding friend.
"He is," Becky says as she lies back in her chair.
"So where is he anyway? I've been wanting to meet him myself, give him my own special introduction to the league."
Becky thinks back to the match and realizes she lost track of you at the end there, when that unfair ruling made her storm out. She figures you probably went off on your own and silently hopes that you either got lost or crushed by another woman somewhere. "Don't know, don't care," she says flippantly. Little does she know that shes the only woman crushing you right now.
What next?
1: Becky goes swimming. Do you fall off and escape, or does she find you?
2: Veronica offers to rub suntan oil or lotion on Becky. Does she spot you while doing so?
3: Becky sits back and relaxes in her chair (and eventually falls asleep?) or writer's choice.
Too annoyed to think about anyone else at the moment, let alone you, Becky continues her brisk walk to her dressing room, unwittingly shaking her soft, enormous rump against you with every hurried step. As you wobble against the constantly jiggling flesh, you hold out a small hope that some kind soul might notice the poor new guy stuck to Becky's butt and help you, but her fluttering skirt has you mostly hidden from view. Even if someone did happen to notice the small, man-shaped tattoo on Becky's butt, it's unlikely anyone would be curious or brave enough to approach the obviously pissed off Big Bully and ask about it. Becky reaches her room and slams the door shut behind her, further sealing your fate with her.
Before doing anything else, Becky gives another exaggerated groan. Even in the comfort of her own room, she's still frustrated, and she begins tapping her foot impatiently, mindlessly inciting another wave of jiggles against you, while contemplating what to do next. She needs a way to cool off and finally forget about that dumb match...wait: 'cool off,' that's it! Becky heads to her closet and quickly begins to strip. You feel her body jiggle intensely as she struggles to shimmy and peel her tight clothes off. You were hoping the friction from her pulling off her skirt might finally slide you off her body, but the skirt only presses her more firmly against her as it slides down past you. After she gets her clothes off, Becky grabs a nearby swimsuit, a skimpy two-piece, and puts it on, further wobbling her body against you as she does. Apparently, she plans to go swimming. You didn't know this place has a pool (though you're sure it's just one among many other things Touko conveniently neglected to tell you when you 'signed on' here).
After some effort, Becky gets her suit on and goes to admire herself in the mirror. She smirks while observing how her extremely curvaceous, dynamite body practically spills out of her bikini. "Hey there, hot stuff. Lookin' good!" Flaunting to no one but herself, Becky strikes a few poses while admiring her imposing figure, feeding her insatiable craving for an ego boost. You'd be rolling your eyes right now if Becky's ass didn't fill your entire vision. "Those jealous Marauders wish they had an ass as big and beautiful as mine," Becky gloats before cocking her hips to the side and giving her butt a proud smack, unwittingly slapping you against it while making its warm flesh wobble against you. "The next time I see them, I'll make sure to give them another long, close look at it, until they fully appreciate how amazing it is, or until they pass out, whichever comes first, haha!"
Her foul mood slowly getting better, Becky leaves her room and heads to the DWA's indoor pool, with you still in tow. As she confidently struts down the hallway, you're left wondering how long it'll take until you're finally free of this smug bitch. Maybe if you're lucky the pool water will wash you off Becky before she even notices you're around.
Becky makes it to the pool, placed within a lavish room with a huge skylight, but, instead of diving in right away, she heads to one of the many reclining chairs surrounding it and sits down. You groan as you feel all of Becky's weight gradually bear down on you as her ass rests atop you again. This time, however, she's crushing you against a chair covered in plastic strips for support, and you feel the strips, struggling to hold up Becky's body, slowly sink and dip below the chair frame, creating a very apparent bulge from below as you're further flattened beneath her. Getting comfortable, Becky slowly wriggles in place before giving a loud sigh, the peaceful environment of the pool beginning to relieve her stress. It's almost perfect, but it does feel like something's missing. Actually, she begins to feel like she's forgotten something, something she's been having fun with...
Suddenly you hear an unfamiliar voice speak, with a sweet, subtle British accent. "Oh, hey there, love. Fancy seeing you here." Her train of thought broken, Becky looks up to see a stunning, curvaceous brunette, clad in an astonishingly flashy v-sling bikini, standing above her.
As the new brunette sits in the chair next to her, Becky looks away and snorts, "Oh, hey, Ronnie."
Despite her friend's lukewarm welcome, Veronica Jones (a.k.a The DWA's seductive Jezebel) keeps a cheerful attitude. "That's hardly any way to greet your favorite gal pal," she teases.
"I wouldn't exactly call you my favorite," Becky grunts.
"You're right. 'Only' would be much more appropriate. Wouldn't you agree?" Becky rolls her eyes. Veronica is one of the few people Becky actually respects and (at least sorta) gets along with at the DWA, mostly because, like her, Jezebel is skilled at using her abundant assets to get what she wants when she wants, often playing by her own rules. Veronica can just be a bit more subtle about it, is all. As Veronica gets settled, she notices Becky seems to be in a slightly more sour mood than usual. "What'samatter, love? Something bugging you?"
Becky crosses her arms in a huff. "Nothing, just a stupid match I just had, against the Marauders," she mutters.
"Don't tell me you actually lost to them."
"Oh HELL NO!!!...it was a tie..."
Veronica giggles at the amusing news. "Haha, wow. How'd you screw that one up? You're bigger than the both of them combined, most of us are."
"It wasn't MY fault," Becky says defensively while quickly sitting up in her chair to look at Veronica, unconsciously bouncing herself atop you as she moves. Letting out all her frustrations, she begins to rant. "It was that stupid new guy Touko just hired, the one she 'mad-scienced' into shrinking for some dumb gimmick or something. She forced me to make him my parter for the match, but the little twerp wouldn't pull his own weight. He just sat there like an idiot and made me do all the work. If it weren't for my skills and quick thinking, we might've lost." You can hardly believe what you're hearing. Becky, who ruined things for the both of you with all her showboating, actually has the gall to blame YOU for how poorly the match went!? What the hell does the sky look like in her crazy little world? You want to get up and defend yourself, tell this obnoxious bitch off and explain you had a lot more riding on that match than she did (so she has NO reason to be complaining), but, since you're still stuck under her ass, you're forced to sit there and listen to her whine, complain, and ruin your good name.
Veronica gives an impressed whistle at Becky's rant. "Wow, sounds like the new guy is a bit of a tool," she says somewhat consolingly. Knowing Becky has a tendency to exaggerate things in her favor, Veronica only half-believes her story, but she figures now is one of those times she should at least try to be a supportive, understanding friend.
"He is," Becky says as she lies back in her chair.
"So where is he anyway? I've been wanting to meet him myself, give him my own special introduction to the league."
Becky thinks back to the match and realizes she lost track of you at the end there, when that unfair ruling made her storm out. She figures you probably went off on your own and silently hopes that you either got lost or crushed by another woman somewhere. "Don't know, don't care," she says flippantly. Little does she know that shes the only woman crushing you right now.
What next?
1: Becky goes swimming. Do you fall off and escape, or does she find you?
2: Veronica offers to rub suntan oil or lotion on Becky. Does she spot you while doing so?
3: Becky sits back and relaxes in her chair (and eventually falls asleep?) or writer's choice.
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May 31, 2023
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