Wonder Bust fails to throw the match in your favor
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 7
You were just barely getting off of the floor when you looked up to see a two gigantic pale ass cheeks rocketing towards you, with a colorful leotard disappearing in the deep crevice between them. You couldn't even brace for impact before Betty slammed into the mat with an echoing WHAM! The girl's hips rebounded once before settling on top of you, as her weight crushed your torso up her ass crack. As Betty's bubble butt continued to jiggle softly against your face, you wondered why she didn't at least try to aim her ass somewhere other than your exact position, if she was trying to give you a chance at escaping.
Betty looked down to see how you were doing, hoping you had been able to at least partially evade her attack, and grimaced when she realized that she had landed right on top of you. Since she had her legs spread, Betty could see your flailing sticking out from beneath her skin-tight leotard, while your stomach was pressed against her warm crotch. She blushed when she saw that it looked like your wrestling shorts were a bit tight; you were sporting a growing erection after being knocked around by her assets. Betty bit her lip as she tried not to let that obvious sign of arousal excite her too much, as she tried to decide what to do. She wondered if she had just crushed you half to death with that hip-drop... Betty reasoned that if you were as battered and sore as you looked, you probably wouldn't be as turned on as you clearly were, right? With that logic seeming sound to her, Betty figured you must just be pretending to be injured for the crowd, and that she should keep going.
Rolling her wide hips forwards, Betty slowly peeling her cheeks from the mat. A fraction of your torso was revealed to the crowd, as the rest was buried between her enormous ass cheeks. Betty had to keep from looking concerned as she watched your arms frantically pushing against her still quivering ass cheeks. She shouted another catchphrase, "Looks like you couldn't handle the weight of your crimes, huh Tommy the Terrible?" and gave her ass a small wiggle in an attempt to help you peel your face from her ass crack. That small wiggle only ended up bouncing your small head between each of her ass cheeks, and grinding your hips underneath Betty's warm and sweaty inner thigh. Betty frowned; it looks like you were a lot worse for wear than she initially thought. You torso seemed hopelessly lodged between her thick, muscular buttocks.
Deciding that she wasn't going to do you any good sitting down on you, Betty jumped to her feet, trying to think of a way to throw the fight despite having nearly knocked you unconscious. She had hoped you'd fall free on your own, but instead she was startled to see that you had vanished. Thinking you had managed to recover, and were planning a move of your own, Betty tried to set you up for a dramatic comeback, "Oh no! Tommy the Terrible's vanished... he must be preparing an especially vicious attack!" and was confused when she was met with hoots of laughter from the audience. Betty looked around the ring for you, but didn't see anything. As she spun in place, the giant girl felt something between her shifting glutes, and with great regret realized what had happened. She twisted around and looked over her shoulder to confirm her suspicious; your body, all 6 inches of it, was wedged up her ass crack from head to toe. You had been jiggling around as she looked for you, and the audience could see all of it, making you look like a helpless toy.
Betty blushed, feeling terrible for crushing you right after having promised to help you, and tried to come up with a plan. She couldn't look like she was helping you or the match would be a flop; she had to find a way to get you free 'accidentally' or in a way that made it look like you had escaped of your own volition. Betty stuck her sizeable rear out, revealing more of your body to the crowd, and taunted, "Looks like you made an ass of yourself today, Tommy the Terrible! Don't you have anything to say for yourself?" Then she began swaying her hips from side to side, attempting to shake you free. You were defenseless as each gigantic wall of flesh slammed against either side of your body, doing more to crush you than free you. Betty, frustrated, gave her ass a slap, which only served to shake your head directly into her ass, as you caught a glimpse of her pink asshole from deep within her butt-crack.
Almost thankfully, the referee finally came over and declared, "It looks like that's it, folks! Betty, by way of knockout, has eliminated her opponent!" Betty tried to hide her embarrassment as she was brought to the center of the ring and treated to passionate laughter and cheers from her fans. Betty had just begun to strut around the ring triumphantly, as she was used to, before she remembered your predicament; she had been grinding your body left and right with her ample posterior, and she could feel your still-strong erection prodding her with every step. Betty, trying not to humiliate you any further, instead opted to stand and wave to the crowd while the announcer went through all the usual post-fight babble. Trying to be humble for your sake, Betty shouted out, "It was a close fight! That trickster almost had me, but it just goes to show that villains always end up steamrolled by Wonder Bust!" Betty blushed again once she realized the unintended double meaning of her claim. As soon as she could, Betty rushed through the crowd, squeezing you against her warm ass with every step, before finally reaching the locker rooms.
Finally alone, Betty went over to a wall length mirror to get a look at you. She bent over, and now, without having to stay in character, burst out apologetically once she saw your body wedged up her ass, parallel to her leotard, "Oh my god, Tommy! I am, like, sooooo sorry about that!" And began trying, rather ineffectively, to separate you from her ass crack.
What happens next?
Betty looked down to see how you were doing, hoping you had been able to at least partially evade her attack, and grimaced when she realized that she had landed right on top of you. Since she had her legs spread, Betty could see your flailing sticking out from beneath her skin-tight leotard, while your stomach was pressed against her warm crotch. She blushed when she saw that it looked like your wrestling shorts were a bit tight; you were sporting a growing erection after being knocked around by her assets. Betty bit her lip as she tried not to let that obvious sign of arousal excite her too much, as she tried to decide what to do. She wondered if she had just crushed you half to death with that hip-drop... Betty reasoned that if you were as battered and sore as you looked, you probably wouldn't be as turned on as you clearly were, right? With that logic seeming sound to her, Betty figured you must just be pretending to be injured for the crowd, and that she should keep going.
Rolling her wide hips forwards, Betty slowly peeling her cheeks from the mat. A fraction of your torso was revealed to the crowd, as the rest was buried between her enormous ass cheeks. Betty had to keep from looking concerned as she watched your arms frantically pushing against her still quivering ass cheeks. She shouted another catchphrase, "Looks like you couldn't handle the weight of your crimes, huh Tommy the Terrible?" and gave her ass a small wiggle in an attempt to help you peel your face from her ass crack. That small wiggle only ended up bouncing your small head between each of her ass cheeks, and grinding your hips underneath Betty's warm and sweaty inner thigh. Betty frowned; it looks like you were a lot worse for wear than she initially thought. You torso seemed hopelessly lodged between her thick, muscular buttocks.
Deciding that she wasn't going to do you any good sitting down on you, Betty jumped to her feet, trying to think of a way to throw the fight despite having nearly knocked you unconscious. She had hoped you'd fall free on your own, but instead she was startled to see that you had vanished. Thinking you had managed to recover, and were planning a move of your own, Betty tried to set you up for a dramatic comeback, "Oh no! Tommy the Terrible's vanished... he must be preparing an especially vicious attack!" and was confused when she was met with hoots of laughter from the audience. Betty looked around the ring for you, but didn't see anything. As she spun in place, the giant girl felt something between her shifting glutes, and with great regret realized what had happened. She twisted around and looked over her shoulder to confirm her suspicious; your body, all 6 inches of it, was wedged up her ass crack from head to toe. You had been jiggling around as she looked for you, and the audience could see all of it, making you look like a helpless toy.
Betty blushed, feeling terrible for crushing you right after having promised to help you, and tried to come up with a plan. She couldn't look like she was helping you or the match would be a flop; she had to find a way to get you free 'accidentally' or in a way that made it look like you had escaped of your own volition. Betty stuck her sizeable rear out, revealing more of your body to the crowd, and taunted, "Looks like you made an ass of yourself today, Tommy the Terrible! Don't you have anything to say for yourself?" Then she began swaying her hips from side to side, attempting to shake you free. You were defenseless as each gigantic wall of flesh slammed against either side of your body, doing more to crush you than free you. Betty, frustrated, gave her ass a slap, which only served to shake your head directly into her ass, as you caught a glimpse of her pink asshole from deep within her butt-crack.
Almost thankfully, the referee finally came over and declared, "It looks like that's it, folks! Betty, by way of knockout, has eliminated her opponent!" Betty tried to hide her embarrassment as she was brought to the center of the ring and treated to passionate laughter and cheers from her fans. Betty had just begun to strut around the ring triumphantly, as she was used to, before she remembered your predicament; she had been grinding your body left and right with her ample posterior, and she could feel your still-strong erection prodding her with every step. Betty, trying not to humiliate you any further, instead opted to stand and wave to the crowd while the announcer went through all the usual post-fight babble. Trying to be humble for your sake, Betty shouted out, "It was a close fight! That trickster almost had me, but it just goes to show that villains always end up steamrolled by Wonder Bust!" Betty blushed again once she realized the unintended double meaning of her claim. As soon as she could, Betty rushed through the crowd, squeezing you against her warm ass with every step, before finally reaching the locker rooms.
Finally alone, Betty went over to a wall length mirror to get a look at you. She bent over, and now, without having to stay in character, burst out apologetically once she saw your body wedged up her ass, parallel to her leotard, "Oh my god, Tommy! I am, like, sooooo sorry about that!" And began trying, rather ineffectively, to separate you from her ass crack.
What happens next?
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May 31, 2023
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