"So what's your plan then," you ask with a raised eyebrow, still a little annoyed that such a spoiled brat had her way with you so easily (a great sign for your upcoming match with her, by the way).
"Simple," Betty sings. "If Patty decides to break her promise during her match with you, the mighty Wonder Bust will rush in to help you out!"
"Ok then...wait, do you really think she'll break her promise," you ask nervously, knowing full well Patty could literally crush you in an instant if she wanted.
"Weeeell, Patty has been known for pulling some brutal double-crosses before. It's part of the whole 'bratty princess' routine her fans just eat up, so I honestly wouldn't put it past her." Betty notices you getting nervous and quickly tries consoling you. "B-but don't worry! I'll be waiting nearby, and, if it looks like Patty's up to no good, I'll step in the ring to help you set her straight."
"W-will that be alright?"
"Oh, yeah! Miss Hizuki practically encourages that kind of stuff from us, to boost ratings and all. Whether I do it or not is up to Patty, but, either way, your chances of getting out of this a winner are really good, which means you'll be back to your full size in no time!" Thanks to Betty's positive attitude, you feel reassured. With her in your corner, you think you can handle your match with Patty, even if the brat breaks her promise to throw it for you. You give Betty an affirming nod as well as your thanks, which she smiles warmly at.
After a moment, she looks down at her clothes and notices something. "Oh, right! I can't be seen in the ring wearing this," she says, referring to her casual clothes. "Let me just get back to my room to change real quick, then I'll take you to your match." Betty lowers her breasts just below the table you're standing on, presenting her awaiting cleavage. "Hop in," she offers. You don't need her to tell you twice. You quickly jump in and reclaim your spot between Betty's soft watermelons. She stands up and giggles at you squirming between her. "Hold on tight, cutie." You're already wedged pretty securely between her breasts, but you decide to indulge Betty and lightly squeeze the top of her breasts with your hands. Not satisfied, Betty firmly squeezes her breasts together, momentarily pressing the air out of you with them. "You can do better than that. Give them a nice, hard squeeze." Following her orders, you squeeze her breasts as hard as you can. "Mmmm, that's better," she purrs, relishing the sensation of your tiny fingers sinking against her abundant flesh. With that, Betty returns to her dressing room with you, making you bounce between her breasts with every step she takes.
When you reach her room again, Betty places you back on the edge of her vanity table. "Now close your eyes and don't go anywhere, cutie. This shouldn't take long," Betty says with a wink. When do you as she says and close your eyes, you hear her start to shimmy out of her clothes. Things are quiet at first, but soon you hear Betty start to grunt and groan. Curious what's the matter, you take a small peek, then your eyes widen when you see Betty struggling to pull her tight shirt over her gigantic breasts directly above you, her body constantly jiggling and swaying in a desperate bid to free itself. Fortunately, with you directly under her huge shelf of a bust, Betty can't see you peeking at her. After a minute, her mammoth breasts finally pop free from their confines, and your cock twitches as you watch them bounce tremendously above you.
"Ah, finally," Betty says triumphantly before turning around, now focusing on getting her tight shorts off. You watch hypnotized as Betty's wide hips wiggle and bounce in front of you as she attempts to peel her shorts down her big ass, only able to do so in fitful jerks and spurts. Betty eventually gets halfway down, and you see her ass flesh spill and bulge past the tiny piece of fabric as she grunts and groans. "S-sorry this is taking so long, Tommy. Just sit tight. I should be done soon," she says.
Practically drooling at this point, you tease "No worries. The view here's great!" as you sit and watch.
While still struggling to get her shorts off, Betty looks over at you with a wry grin, realizing that you've (unsurprisingly) been peeking. "Oh ha ha, very funny. Y'know, if I wasn't so busy with this, I would punish you for peeking on the mighty Wonder Bust," she retorts. Just as she says that, though, Betty trips a little and falls backward, her big ass pressing against the edge of the table and you. Barely able to raise your hands up in time to stop it, your lower half is squished between the table and her soft flesh while your torso looks like you're giving Betty's butt a big hug. After a moment, Betty feels your cock pressing against her and realizes what she did. "Oops, did I do that? Well, at least you're getting an up-close view now, Tommy," she teases while gently bouncing her hips against you.
Before too long, Betty finally pulls her shorts off, fully freeing her curvaceous body, and gets off the table, freeing you. Your eyes are transfixed on Betty's every movement as she grabs her skimpy leotard from nearby and pulls it up her figure. After donning her mask, Betty reaches for her pasties on the table, which are sitting next to you. She grabs one and puts it on her nipple, her soft flesh jiggling and swaying as she fiddles with it, but she looks away when she reaches for the other one, accidentally plucking you instead! Before you can say anything to stop her, Betty jams your head against her bare nipple, silencing you. Using a finger, she firmly presses your body against her breast, securing you against her like the pasty she thinks you are. She only stops when her finger slides down to your crotch, suddenly feeling something hard jamming against her soft, warm flesh. Betty looks down, and her eyes widen when she spots you against her. She blushes when she realizes her blunder and quickly peels you off. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Tommy! I keep squishing you," she apologizes.
"Wow, so that's what being a pastie's like...not bad," you quip after taking a few gasps. Sure, Betty keeps squishing you, but at least she's nice enough about it. Maybe a little joke might spare her feelings.
Betty giggles. "You little devil. You've got a match to focus on. There'll be more time for this..." Betty squeezes her bare tit in front of you. "After you win." With that, Betty puts her last pastie on and takes you to your match with Patty.
But what kind of match will it be?
"Simple," Betty sings. "If Patty decides to break her promise during her match with you, the mighty Wonder Bust will rush in to help you out!"
"Ok then...wait, do you really think she'll break her promise," you ask nervously, knowing full well Patty could literally crush you in an instant if she wanted.
"Weeeell, Patty has been known for pulling some brutal double-crosses before. It's part of the whole 'bratty princess' routine her fans just eat up, so I honestly wouldn't put it past her." Betty notices you getting nervous and quickly tries consoling you. "B-but don't worry! I'll be waiting nearby, and, if it looks like Patty's up to no good, I'll step in the ring to help you set her straight."
"W-will that be alright?"
"Oh, yeah! Miss Hizuki practically encourages that kind of stuff from us, to boost ratings and all. Whether I do it or not is up to Patty, but, either way, your chances of getting out of this a winner are really good, which means you'll be back to your full size in no time!" Thanks to Betty's positive attitude, you feel reassured. With her in your corner, you think you can handle your match with Patty, even if the brat breaks her promise to throw it for you. You give Betty an affirming nod as well as your thanks, which she smiles warmly at.
After a moment, she looks down at her clothes and notices something. "Oh, right! I can't be seen in the ring wearing this," she says, referring to her casual clothes. "Let me just get back to my room to change real quick, then I'll take you to your match." Betty lowers her breasts just below the table you're standing on, presenting her awaiting cleavage. "Hop in," she offers. You don't need her to tell you twice. You quickly jump in and reclaim your spot between Betty's soft watermelons. She stands up and giggles at you squirming between her. "Hold on tight, cutie." You're already wedged pretty securely between her breasts, but you decide to indulge Betty and lightly squeeze the top of her breasts with your hands. Not satisfied, Betty firmly squeezes her breasts together, momentarily pressing the air out of you with them. "You can do better than that. Give them a nice, hard squeeze." Following her orders, you squeeze her breasts as hard as you can. "Mmmm, that's better," she purrs, relishing the sensation of your tiny fingers sinking against her abundant flesh. With that, Betty returns to her dressing room with you, making you bounce between her breasts with every step she takes.
When you reach her room again, Betty places you back on the edge of her vanity table. "Now close your eyes and don't go anywhere, cutie. This shouldn't take long," Betty says with a wink. When do you as she says and close your eyes, you hear her start to shimmy out of her clothes. Things are quiet at first, but soon you hear Betty start to grunt and groan. Curious what's the matter, you take a small peek, then your eyes widen when you see Betty struggling to pull her tight shirt over her gigantic breasts directly above you, her body constantly jiggling and swaying in a desperate bid to free itself. Fortunately, with you directly under her huge shelf of a bust, Betty can't see you peeking at her. After a minute, her mammoth breasts finally pop free from their confines, and your cock twitches as you watch them bounce tremendously above you.
"Ah, finally," Betty says triumphantly before turning around, now focusing on getting her tight shorts off. You watch hypnotized as Betty's wide hips wiggle and bounce in front of you as she attempts to peel her shorts down her big ass, only able to do so in fitful jerks and spurts. Betty eventually gets halfway down, and you see her ass flesh spill and bulge past the tiny piece of fabric as she grunts and groans. "S-sorry this is taking so long, Tommy. Just sit tight. I should be done soon," she says.
Practically drooling at this point, you tease "No worries. The view here's great!" as you sit and watch.
While still struggling to get her shorts off, Betty looks over at you with a wry grin, realizing that you've (unsurprisingly) been peeking. "Oh ha ha, very funny. Y'know, if I wasn't so busy with this, I would punish you for peeking on the mighty Wonder Bust," she retorts. Just as she says that, though, Betty trips a little and falls backward, her big ass pressing against the edge of the table and you. Barely able to raise your hands up in time to stop it, your lower half is squished between the table and her soft flesh while your torso looks like you're giving Betty's butt a big hug. After a moment, Betty feels your cock pressing against her and realizes what she did. "Oops, did I do that? Well, at least you're getting an up-close view now, Tommy," she teases while gently bouncing her hips against you.
Before too long, Betty finally pulls her shorts off, fully freeing her curvaceous body, and gets off the table, freeing you. Your eyes are transfixed on Betty's every movement as she grabs her skimpy leotard from nearby and pulls it up her figure. After donning her mask, Betty reaches for her pasties on the table, which are sitting next to you. She grabs one and puts it on her nipple, her soft flesh jiggling and swaying as she fiddles with it, but she looks away when she reaches for the other one, accidentally plucking you instead! Before you can say anything to stop her, Betty jams your head against her bare nipple, silencing you. Using a finger, she firmly presses your body against her breast, securing you against her like the pasty she thinks you are. She only stops when her finger slides down to your crotch, suddenly feeling something hard jamming against her soft, warm flesh. Betty looks down, and her eyes widen when she spots you against her. She blushes when she realizes her blunder and quickly peels you off. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Tommy! I keep squishing you," she apologizes.
"Wow, so that's what being a pastie's like...not bad," you quip after taking a few gasps. Sure, Betty keeps squishing you, but at least she's nice enough about it. Maybe a little joke might spare her feelings.
Betty giggles. "You little devil. You've got a match to focus on. There'll be more time for this..." Betty squeezes her bare tit in front of you. "After you win." With that, Betty puts her last pastie on and takes you to your match with Patty.
But what kind of match will it be?
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May 31, 2023
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