With the match over, you hear the outro music play as the crowd cheers for your victory, but, despite your efforts, you can't peel yourself off Betty's giant breast, your struggles only making it lightly quiver. Pretending to still be reeling from her "loss," Betty sits up, and you feel her breasts shift against your body as she does. Happy that she was able to help you win, Betty winks at you and whispers, "Great job, little guy! For your first match, you kept up well. I'll admit, I probably made things a little more complicated than they should be. Sorry, I just got a bit excited, I guess." Speaking of excitement, you still feel Betty's semi-hard nipple pressing further against you whenever she moves while your cock sinks deeper against her soft, warm flesh. "Now get out there and greet your audience, Tommy. They're waiting for ya," Betty says, failing to notice your predicament. She waits a moment, and, when she sees you're not getting off her breast, Betty assumes you're being shy. She giggles and gently sways her chest to goad you. "Don't be bashful, little guy. Don't you hear those cheers? They love you, so get on out there and take a bow," she encourages. Try as you may, you can't get off Betty, your desperate squirming only rubbing your cock against her more.
After another few moments of you not getting off her, Betty finally starts to realize something's up as the referee, a curvaceous brunette with a chilly demeanor, approaches to officially announce Tommy as the winner. The ref sees you still lying against Betty and, unamused, says, "Alright, buddy. You already pinned her. No need to cop a feel any longer. Get up so I can raise your hand, announce you as the winner, yada yada."
"Wait, hold on," Betty says to the annoyed ref. "I think he might be...stuck." Testing her theory, Betty pokes you a few times, pressing you against her breast as it shakes, your body unable to move on its own.
The ref huffs. "Well that's just great. Can't you peel him off, or something? We've got a match to officially end here."
"Uh, let me see..." Betty takes two fingers and tries to gently peel you off her by your arms or legs, but her sweat all over your body makes it hard for her to get a firm grip. She only winds up pinching you against her soft breast, and she gets clumsier with each attempt, going from pinching your arms and legs to pinching your torso against her nipple. "Oh geez, he's not coming off," Betty says meekly.
The ref is getting impatient. "Ugh, we don't have time for this. Here let me try." She kneels down and tries to peel you off Betty's breast herself, firmly grabbing Betty's nipple before she could protest. You immediately noticed that the ref isn't being nearly as delicate as Betty was, crushing your body against her nipple. Betty gasps as the ref pinches and twists her nipple, grinding you into her skin as she did so, and she blushes in embarrassment as she feels your body, especially your cock, getting forcefully crushed against her sensitive breast. You feel Betty's thick nipple harden even more from all of the stimulation, now digging at your aching body and stretching you out more. The ref pinches her fingers together a few times, jamming your face against Betty's breast again, before standing back to examine her work. You're still stuck. "Ugh, fine, whatever. Stay there, for all I care. You two lovebirds can hash this out later. We've got to move on to the next match," the ref barks.
"But what about announcing Tommy as the winner," Betty asks, speaking on your behalf because your mouth is covered by her breast flesh.
"Just shut up and follow my lead." Leaving you stuck against Betty's breast, the ref helps Betty up and starts announcing the winner to the audience. "This match's winner is..." Improvising, the ref takes her hands and hefts Betty's huge breasts up, presenting you to the audience while still plastered to Betty's tit. Betty follows suit by gesturing to her breast, further emphasizing your presence against her. "Tommy the Terrible!!" The crowd cheers, and, despite it all, you can't help but feel a little elated, though you can't help but notice a number of people in the crowd chanting Wonder Bust's name. Even though she "lost," a lot of people like seeing you plastered against her powerful bust, as if she lost the battle but won the war.
Your match officially over, Betty walks out of the auditorium and into the adjacent locker rooms, leaving you bouncing against her huge breast as her fans cheer. Hoping to protect you against any further embarrassment in front of the crowd, Betty takes uses a hand to hide you against her breast, pressing you further against her. She whispers, "Sorry about this, Tommy. I promise I'll get you free as soon as possible. Just hang tight, okay?" You try to respond, but your voice only muffles against her soft flesh.
As soon as you two enter the locker rooms, you're approached by Hizuki's attendant, who's clad in a tight uniform. Addressing you on Betty's breast, she says, "Mizz Hizuki would like me to congratulate you on your victory on her behalf, Thomas. She says your performance was...adequate. As promised, you'll find a vial containing some of her antidote serum waiting inside your dressing room. We hope you continue to impress." She walks off, not at all fazed by your obvious predicament.
Getting excited for you, Betty says, "Isn't that great, Tommy? At this rate, you'll be back to your full size in no time!" She happily bounces in place but soon recalls a more urgent matter when she sees you helplessly bouncing against her boob. "Oh, right...I guess you can't take anything while you're stuck like that. Don't worry, Tommy, I'll get you free...somehow."
After another few moments of you not getting off her, Betty finally starts to realize something's up as the referee, a curvaceous brunette with a chilly demeanor, approaches to officially announce Tommy as the winner. The ref sees you still lying against Betty and, unamused, says, "Alright, buddy. You already pinned her. No need to cop a feel any longer. Get up so I can raise your hand, announce you as the winner, yada yada."
"Wait, hold on," Betty says to the annoyed ref. "I think he might be...stuck." Testing her theory, Betty pokes you a few times, pressing you against her breast as it shakes, your body unable to move on its own.
The ref huffs. "Well that's just great. Can't you peel him off, or something? We've got a match to officially end here."
"Uh, let me see..." Betty takes two fingers and tries to gently peel you off her by your arms or legs, but her sweat all over your body makes it hard for her to get a firm grip. She only winds up pinching you against her soft breast, and she gets clumsier with each attempt, going from pinching your arms and legs to pinching your torso against her nipple. "Oh geez, he's not coming off," Betty says meekly.
The ref is getting impatient. "Ugh, we don't have time for this. Here let me try." She kneels down and tries to peel you off Betty's breast herself, firmly grabbing Betty's nipple before she could protest. You immediately noticed that the ref isn't being nearly as delicate as Betty was, crushing your body against her nipple. Betty gasps as the ref pinches and twists her nipple, grinding you into her skin as she did so, and she blushes in embarrassment as she feels your body, especially your cock, getting forcefully crushed against her sensitive breast. You feel Betty's thick nipple harden even more from all of the stimulation, now digging at your aching body and stretching you out more. The ref pinches her fingers together a few times, jamming your face against Betty's breast again, before standing back to examine her work. You're still stuck. "Ugh, fine, whatever. Stay there, for all I care. You two lovebirds can hash this out later. We've got to move on to the next match," the ref barks.
"But what about announcing Tommy as the winner," Betty asks, speaking on your behalf because your mouth is covered by her breast flesh.
"Just shut up and follow my lead." Leaving you stuck against Betty's breast, the ref helps Betty up and starts announcing the winner to the audience. "This match's winner is..." Improvising, the ref takes her hands and hefts Betty's huge breasts up, presenting you to the audience while still plastered to Betty's tit. Betty follows suit by gesturing to her breast, further emphasizing your presence against her. "Tommy the Terrible!!" The crowd cheers, and, despite it all, you can't help but feel a little elated, though you can't help but notice a number of people in the crowd chanting Wonder Bust's name. Even though she "lost," a lot of people like seeing you plastered against her powerful bust, as if she lost the battle but won the war.
Your match officially over, Betty walks out of the auditorium and into the adjacent locker rooms, leaving you bouncing against her huge breast as her fans cheer. Hoping to protect you against any further embarrassment in front of the crowd, Betty takes uses a hand to hide you against her breast, pressing you further against her. She whispers, "Sorry about this, Tommy. I promise I'll get you free as soon as possible. Just hang tight, okay?" You try to respond, but your voice only muffles against her soft flesh.
As soon as you two enter the locker rooms, you're approached by Hizuki's attendant, who's clad in a tight uniform. Addressing you on Betty's breast, she says, "Mizz Hizuki would like me to congratulate you on your victory on her behalf, Thomas. She says your performance was...adequate. As promised, you'll find a vial containing some of her antidote serum waiting inside your dressing room. We hope you continue to impress." She walks off, not at all fazed by your obvious predicament.
Getting excited for you, Betty says, "Isn't that great, Tommy? At this rate, you'll be back to your full size in no time!" She happily bounces in place but soon recalls a more urgent matter when she sees you helplessly bouncing against her boob. "Oh, right...I guess you can't take anything while you're stuck like that. Don't worry, Tommy, I'll get you free...somehow."
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May 31, 2023
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