An angry, itchy Sadie
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 25
· original author:
poopoodoop
"And here I thought you were one a' them nicer folk! I was planning on takin' it easy on ya little feller, but it looks like ya need to be taught a lesson!" Sadie says to your tiny form. She's still laying on top of you, allowing her massive, freckled breasts to jiggle and bounce on the lower half of your body as she reaches back to scratch her behind again. A hand reaches beneath her heavy tit and pulls you out, only to shift and bury you between her massive mounds. You try to brace yourself as your vision is quickly taken up by the speckled mounds, something that normally would have been enjoyable if not for your current size. Sadie jumps to her feet, making sure to move around as much as possible during the motion in order to crush you between her jiggling bits as much as possible.
"This is whatcha get fer causin' me all that trouble, mister!" Sadie squeezes and kneads your battered little body as much as she pleases between her generously proportioned breasts. The crowd is eating it up, and can't seem to get enough of Southern Charm putting you in your place. She begins jumping up and down, moving your entire world with each wobble and shake. This motion eventually sends you flying, and you find yourself free from Sadie's vicious grasp near one end of the ring.
Now that you were free from her freckled tits, Sadie wanted nothing more than to crush you beneath her enormous, demon clad ass that you had (unwillingly) plagued with itching powder. That proved difficult for her, however, as she's unable to find you. "Where'd ya run off to ya little vermin?"
She double checks beneath and between her red flannel clad bosoms, just to be sure you weren't trapped in there without her knowing it. Patty was too busy looking at her nails to offer assistance in finding you, so Sadie took a moment to hype up the crowd as she carelessly looked for you, all the while scratching her hefty ass.
"Yer gonna be sorry ya crossed Southern Charm! When I find ya, I'm gonna CRUSH you with this big ol' behind a' mine! Wouldn't y'all like to see that?" She continues speaking to the crowd, while you frantically run over to the corner that Betty watched you with an amused grin on her face from.
"Betty please, you've gotta tag me out! There's no way I can beat her!"
"Hmm... I'll think about it. It's kinda fun watching you struggle from a new perspective," she teases. "How about i'll cut you a deal. If you can climb all the way to the top of this turnbuckle, I'll tag you out. If not, I'll sit here comfortably and see what else that big country girl can do to you. Better get climbing while she's still distracted!" You begin climbing the turnbuckle, a daunting task for someone of your current stature. A few moments later...
"This is whatcha get fer causin' me all that trouble, mister!" Sadie squeezes and kneads your battered little body as much as she pleases between her generously proportioned breasts. The crowd is eating it up, and can't seem to get enough of Southern Charm putting you in your place. She begins jumping up and down, moving your entire world with each wobble and shake. This motion eventually sends you flying, and you find yourself free from Sadie's vicious grasp near one end of the ring.
Now that you were free from her freckled tits, Sadie wanted nothing more than to crush you beneath her enormous, demon clad ass that you had (unwillingly) plagued with itching powder. That proved difficult for her, however, as she's unable to find you. "Where'd ya run off to ya little vermin?"
She double checks beneath and between her red flannel clad bosoms, just to be sure you weren't trapped in there without her knowing it. Patty was too busy looking at her nails to offer assistance in finding you, so Sadie took a moment to hype up the crowd as she carelessly looked for you, all the while scratching her hefty ass.
"Yer gonna be sorry ya crossed Southern Charm! When I find ya, I'm gonna CRUSH you with this big ol' behind a' mine! Wouldn't y'all like to see that?" She continues speaking to the crowd, while you frantically run over to the corner that Betty watched you with an amused grin on her face from.
"Betty please, you've gotta tag me out! There's no way I can beat her!"
"Hmm... I'll think about it. It's kinda fun watching you struggle from a new perspective," she teases. "How about i'll cut you a deal. If you can climb all the way to the top of this turnbuckle, I'll tag you out. If not, I'll sit here comfortably and see what else that big country girl can do to you. Better get climbing while she's still distracted!" You begin climbing the turnbuckle, a daunting task for someone of your current stature. A few moments later...
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May 31, 2023
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