Betty leaves the lounge for your sake
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 10
As the massage chair lulled Betty into a deeper and deeper excited stupor, she let a single hand slide down the front of her skintight leotard. If she focused just a bit, Betty was confident she could feel exactly where your firm cock was rubbing so delightfully against her skin. Your wrestling shorts were so tight that they hardly made a difference in what Betty felt; your bulge was clearly evident, to her joy. Betty concentrated on that sensation, and lightly rubbed two fingers against her crotch through her spandex suit. Her free hand was pinching one of her hardened nipples through the tiny pastie covering it when she let another soft moan escape her lips, without meaning to.
You were still being shaken back and forth by the chair's vibrations as Betty slowly succumbed to her desires, though you had no way of knowing what was happening. All you knew was you had no way of stopping your erection from slapping against Betty's taut pink asshole, and that if Betty didn't move soon, you were going to explode all over the place. It was taking all of your concentration to keep your composure as it was; the last thing you wanted was for Betty to finally get you free, only to discover that you had ejaculated into her ass crack.
Meanwhile, Betty was imagining exactly that scenario, and with great enthusiasm. The thought of a man like you uncontrollably cumming all over her body, with barely any effort on her part, was driving her mad. She had just began rubbing her fingers into her crotch more firmly when she sat up straight as a thought struck her. This isn't how Wonder Bust would behave, Betty thought! She was supposed to be a paragon of virtue and kindness, and here she was abusing her power over some poor guy just to satiate her own lust... Betty felt slightly ashamed, but her desire to fulfill her promise to free you just barely outweighed her desire for you, as she decided she had to leave before she was distracted again.
Betty sighed as she leaned forward, not quite wanting to leave the comfort of the chair but also not wanting to have to later explain to you why she had chosen to stay and masturbate on top of you either. After hesitating just long enough to rub her ass into the vibrating chair one last time, squishing your writhing body into her flesh some more, Betty stood up and headed for her dressing room. The brief increase in pressure was enough to almost make you pass out from pleasure as your tender cock was smooshed into Betty's warm skin, nearly causing you to lose concentration and cum then and there, but you held out. You felt dizzy as Betty stood up and strutted away, though you couldn't tell if it was from the lack of blood reaching your head or the rhythmic swaying of her titanic hips.
After reaching her changing room, Betty jumped inside and slammed the door shut behind her, making sure to lock it, as she sighed with relief. Finally, she could have some privacy with the cute little wrestler, and just maybe he'd accept her apologies...
Quickly, Betty walked over to a wall length mirror, dragging a stool into position in front of it, and straddled the soft leather seat. Betty made sure to arch her back and really stick her ass out, so you wouldn't be crushed underneath her as she rested on the stool. Betty's eyes softened as she pulled her ass cheeks apart and spotted your poor body, wedged securely between her soft ass cheek and her tight leotard. Betty could see a hint of pink peeking out from behind your body, meaning you were covering the center of her asshole, which made her blush once more. "I'm sooooo sorry, Tommy! I really didn't mean to get you stuck like this!" Betty explained, as she began delicately pulling at your body.
You didn't bother responding, knowing you had no way of speaking until Betty helped peel your face from her ass, and not knowing what to say to a woman who was apologizing for spending the last 20 minutes accidentally rubbing you into every square inch of her butt crack. Instead, you took the time that Betty spent slowly prying you free to concentrate on calming yourself down, so maybe it wouldn't be completely obvious just how close you had been to orgasming before Betty arrived at her dressing room. That proved difficult, however: most of your body was still pressed directly against Betty's warm skin, and as she managed to get some of your head freed you looked back only to see the gorgeous view of her enormous rump, proudly displayed towards the mirror, as it jiggled slightly from her movements. You felt your cock physically throb at the sight, and for a second you thought you heard Betty gasp lightly as your erection twitched against her rear, but she didn't say anything before her fingers continued to carefully separate you from her buttcrack. You hoped that maybe your tight wrestling shorts, which had survived the entire ordeal, would conceal enough of your erection that maybe Betty wouldn't notice.
It hadn't been more than a minute when Betty had managed to get a solid grip around your midsection, and pulled you from her backside with a relieved sigh. Betty stepped over and very carefully deposited you onto her vanity table, where you collapsed in exhaustion and tried to catch your breath. You spent a moment to take in your surroundings: Betty's dressing room was decently sized, but rather plainly decorated. There were a few match posters on the walls of events Betty or her friends were in, a rack of outfits that mostly looked similar to the very skimpy one she was currently wearing, and most interestingly a gigantic pile of mail covering one side of her table. It looked like fanmail to you; Wonder Bust must have been very popular to receive such a mountain (literally, to you) of letters. Your eyes finally settled onto Betty herself, who had just plopped down in front of the table, her planet sized breasts hanging precariously overhead as she eyed you with a somewhat curious and embarrassed look.
Figuring you should say something, you let out a tired, "Thank you Betty..." Betty pouted back at you, "Aww, Tommy! You shouldn't be thanking me after what I did to you. I got you stuck to my big butt, and then Mia made me sit in that stupid massage chair, and it took me so long to get you out!" Betty's breasts swung from side to side as she gestured angrily, sending the huge mounds of flesh lurching above your prone body as she berated herself. Betty glanced down at you, and paused for a moment, before she said, "And weren't you bigger before?" You looked down at yourself, and realized that yes, you used to be at least 6 inches but now you couldn't have been more then 4, maybe even 3. You looked back up at Betty, confused, before she sighed again, "Great! And I shrunk you even more somehow, after you asked for my help."
Wanting to put her at ease, you shouted, "Betty, please-" but she cut you off. "I just got over-excited again! That's what happened! I started taking it too far, just because my opponent was a hot guy..." You gawped as Betty began pulling her leotard down around her shoulders as she spoke, looking at herself in the mirror as she continued to rant. The leotard wasn't covering her breasts or much else to begin with, but you were a little surprised that she was so suddenly undressing, while you were still sitting on the edge of her vanity table. It didn't help your surprise that Betty was referring to you as "hot."
It seemed like Betty was getting all worked up, and speaking more to herself than you at this point, but before you could break her out of her rambling she began peeling each of the brightly colored pasties from her breasts. Betty threw them to the side of the table, where they fluttered down, but all you could do was stare at Betty's huge and now completely bare breasts as they continued to bounce and wobble above your head. You couldn't help but notice that Betty's nipples were rather hard at the moment. It took a lot of willpower but you turned around and covered your eyes, figuring that if you didn't your erection would probably burst out of you shorts any moment at the rate that Betty was teasing you.
Completely oblivious to you at this point, Betty sighed "And I didn't even let you win your first match like I promised I would! Uuugh!!" Betty grumbled and dropped her elbows on the table before burying her face in her hands. You had looked over your shoulder as you felt the thump of the woman's elbows hitting the table, and only gotten a glimpse of an enormous pale breast descending upon you before it was too late. There was a light SLAP as Betty's gigantic breasts landed against the wooden table, where they bounced under their own momentum for a few moments while Betty rubbed her eyes in frustration. You had been flattened against the desk after one of Betty's massive tits had swung overhead and dropped directly on top of you, pinning you in place as it jiggled from the impact.
You cynically wondered how long it would be until Betty found you this time, but then you realized that because you had been facing away from her when she leaned forward, your legs were sticking out from beneath her breast. As soon as she bothered to look down, she'd see you and realize where you were! On the flipside, your shorts were also visible, as was the massive tent you were still pitching, which was now poking into Betty's pale flesh. You tried to will your erection to go away, but your concentration was interrupted as Betty shifted slightly, rolling her hard nipple over your face, whereupon it squashed against you.
You were left flattened against the table, your arms pinned uselessly at your sides under mountains of bosom, as Betty grumbled to herself, still unaware that she was crushing you all over again.
You were still being shaken back and forth by the chair's vibrations as Betty slowly succumbed to her desires, though you had no way of knowing what was happening. All you knew was you had no way of stopping your erection from slapping against Betty's taut pink asshole, and that if Betty didn't move soon, you were going to explode all over the place. It was taking all of your concentration to keep your composure as it was; the last thing you wanted was for Betty to finally get you free, only to discover that you had ejaculated into her ass crack.
Meanwhile, Betty was imagining exactly that scenario, and with great enthusiasm. The thought of a man like you uncontrollably cumming all over her body, with barely any effort on her part, was driving her mad. She had just began rubbing her fingers into her crotch more firmly when she sat up straight as a thought struck her. This isn't how Wonder Bust would behave, Betty thought! She was supposed to be a paragon of virtue and kindness, and here she was abusing her power over some poor guy just to satiate her own lust... Betty felt slightly ashamed, but her desire to fulfill her promise to free you just barely outweighed her desire for you, as she decided she had to leave before she was distracted again.
Betty sighed as she leaned forward, not quite wanting to leave the comfort of the chair but also not wanting to have to later explain to you why she had chosen to stay and masturbate on top of you either. After hesitating just long enough to rub her ass into the vibrating chair one last time, squishing your writhing body into her flesh some more, Betty stood up and headed for her dressing room. The brief increase in pressure was enough to almost make you pass out from pleasure as your tender cock was smooshed into Betty's warm skin, nearly causing you to lose concentration and cum then and there, but you held out. You felt dizzy as Betty stood up and strutted away, though you couldn't tell if it was from the lack of blood reaching your head or the rhythmic swaying of her titanic hips.
After reaching her changing room, Betty jumped inside and slammed the door shut behind her, making sure to lock it, as she sighed with relief. Finally, she could have some privacy with the cute little wrestler, and just maybe he'd accept her apologies...
Quickly, Betty walked over to a wall length mirror, dragging a stool into position in front of it, and straddled the soft leather seat. Betty made sure to arch her back and really stick her ass out, so you wouldn't be crushed underneath her as she rested on the stool. Betty's eyes softened as she pulled her ass cheeks apart and spotted your poor body, wedged securely between her soft ass cheek and her tight leotard. Betty could see a hint of pink peeking out from behind your body, meaning you were covering the center of her asshole, which made her blush once more. "I'm sooooo sorry, Tommy! I really didn't mean to get you stuck like this!" Betty explained, as she began delicately pulling at your body.
You didn't bother responding, knowing you had no way of speaking until Betty helped peel your face from her ass, and not knowing what to say to a woman who was apologizing for spending the last 20 minutes accidentally rubbing you into every square inch of her butt crack. Instead, you took the time that Betty spent slowly prying you free to concentrate on calming yourself down, so maybe it wouldn't be completely obvious just how close you had been to orgasming before Betty arrived at her dressing room. That proved difficult, however: most of your body was still pressed directly against Betty's warm skin, and as she managed to get some of your head freed you looked back only to see the gorgeous view of her enormous rump, proudly displayed towards the mirror, as it jiggled slightly from her movements. You felt your cock physically throb at the sight, and for a second you thought you heard Betty gasp lightly as your erection twitched against her rear, but she didn't say anything before her fingers continued to carefully separate you from her buttcrack. You hoped that maybe your tight wrestling shorts, which had survived the entire ordeal, would conceal enough of your erection that maybe Betty wouldn't notice.
It hadn't been more than a minute when Betty had managed to get a solid grip around your midsection, and pulled you from her backside with a relieved sigh. Betty stepped over and very carefully deposited you onto her vanity table, where you collapsed in exhaustion and tried to catch your breath. You spent a moment to take in your surroundings: Betty's dressing room was decently sized, but rather plainly decorated. There were a few match posters on the walls of events Betty or her friends were in, a rack of outfits that mostly looked similar to the very skimpy one she was currently wearing, and most interestingly a gigantic pile of mail covering one side of her table. It looked like fanmail to you; Wonder Bust must have been very popular to receive such a mountain (literally, to you) of letters. Your eyes finally settled onto Betty herself, who had just plopped down in front of the table, her planet sized breasts hanging precariously overhead as she eyed you with a somewhat curious and embarrassed look.
Figuring you should say something, you let out a tired, "Thank you Betty..." Betty pouted back at you, "Aww, Tommy! You shouldn't be thanking me after what I did to you. I got you stuck to my big butt, and then Mia made me sit in that stupid massage chair, and it took me so long to get you out!" Betty's breasts swung from side to side as she gestured angrily, sending the huge mounds of flesh lurching above your prone body as she berated herself. Betty glanced down at you, and paused for a moment, before she said, "And weren't you bigger before?" You looked down at yourself, and realized that yes, you used to be at least 6 inches but now you couldn't have been more then 4, maybe even 3. You looked back up at Betty, confused, before she sighed again, "Great! And I shrunk you even more somehow, after you asked for my help."
Wanting to put her at ease, you shouted, "Betty, please-" but she cut you off. "I just got over-excited again! That's what happened! I started taking it too far, just because my opponent was a hot guy..." You gawped as Betty began pulling her leotard down around her shoulders as she spoke, looking at herself in the mirror as she continued to rant. The leotard wasn't covering her breasts or much else to begin with, but you were a little surprised that she was so suddenly undressing, while you were still sitting on the edge of her vanity table. It didn't help your surprise that Betty was referring to you as "hot."
It seemed like Betty was getting all worked up, and speaking more to herself than you at this point, but before you could break her out of her rambling she began peeling each of the brightly colored pasties from her breasts. Betty threw them to the side of the table, where they fluttered down, but all you could do was stare at Betty's huge and now completely bare breasts as they continued to bounce and wobble above your head. You couldn't help but notice that Betty's nipples were rather hard at the moment. It took a lot of willpower but you turned around and covered your eyes, figuring that if you didn't your erection would probably burst out of you shorts any moment at the rate that Betty was teasing you.
Completely oblivious to you at this point, Betty sighed "And I didn't even let you win your first match like I promised I would! Uuugh!!" Betty grumbled and dropped her elbows on the table before burying her face in her hands. You had looked over your shoulder as you felt the thump of the woman's elbows hitting the table, and only gotten a glimpse of an enormous pale breast descending upon you before it was too late. There was a light SLAP as Betty's gigantic breasts landed against the wooden table, where they bounced under their own momentum for a few moments while Betty rubbed her eyes in frustration. You had been flattened against the desk after one of Betty's massive tits had swung overhead and dropped directly on top of you, pinning you in place as it jiggled from the impact.
You cynically wondered how long it would be until Betty found you this time, but then you realized that because you had been facing away from her when she leaned forward, your legs were sticking out from beneath her breast. As soon as she bothered to look down, she'd see you and realize where you were! On the flipside, your shorts were also visible, as was the massive tent you were still pitching, which was now poking into Betty's pale flesh. You tried to will your erection to go away, but your concentration was interrupted as Betty shifted slightly, rolling her hard nipple over your face, whereupon it squashed against you.
You were left flattened against the table, your arms pinned uselessly at your sides under mountains of bosom, as Betty grumbled to herself, still unaware that she was crushing you all over again.
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May 31, 2023
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