Patty's Photoshoot (part 1)
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 30
Patty was about to decide on the next bit of demeaning busy-work she was going to have you do when she happened to glance at the clock. “... crap, I’m almost late for my modeling session!” You let out a sigh of relief, assuming that this meant the end of your time with this horrible girl. However, the Pink Princess didn’t waste any time thinking about such unimportant matters as the tiny man plastered to her boob. Instead she hastily tugged her shirt down, ignoring the faint annoyed scream that was cut off as her taut clothing snapped over her bulging chest. Completely oblivious that you were now sealed up against her nipple, the young giantess fussed over her hair and makeup one last time then headed for the door, bouncing rapidly as she went.
It wasn’t until Patty was down the hall and around the corner that a thought occurred to her. “Hey tiny, are you still down there?” Patty heard muffled complaints against her shaking chest, “Oh, well I guess you’re stuck with me then cuz I don’t have time to go back.” You tried to ask if she’d at least pull you out and drop you on the damn floor or something, but she started talking over you again, “And one last thing. Just because you’re coming to my sexy photoshoot doesn’t mean I want you having a bunch of, like, pervy thoughts down there!” Patty brought one finger up and and poked you into her nipple for emphasis, before she left you jiggling and gasping for breath. Pervy thoughts? What the hell was that supposed to mean!? She was the one who left you naked in her shirt! Of course you were far to small to argue the point, so Patty was able to smile contentedly as she strode along to her destination.
By the time the gigantic girl strolled into a room five minutes later, you were still feeling beyond agitated from all her indiscriminate jiggling. You heard Patty call, “I’m here Tammyyy!” But there was no response from “Tammy,” who must have been the photographer. Patty shrugged, “Guess I wasn’t late after all.” Great, good for her! Now was she going to let you out or what? Deciding to get comfy, Patty made her way across the small room and plopped into a translucent plastic chair with a little bounce. Her “soft” landing, however, was enough to send you shaking back and forth all over again. You would have loved to shift yourself to stop your frontside from being pounded into this girl’s skin with every careless movement she made, but her shirt was too damn tight. All you could do was wait and try to ignore the almost hypnotic oscillations of Patty’s bosom.
Patty, meanwhile, couldn’t help but notice a faint tickling sensation as her huge breasts slowly jiggled around. Assuming you must have been up to something, Patty raised one eyebrow in mild irritation, “Did I just feel you grinding on me down there? Ohmygod, do you STILL have that little boner of yours, even after what I said in the hall?” Deciding to see for herself, Patty lifted a fingertip and squished your entire body against her own puffy nipple flesh, ignoring your groan of discomfort as she went. Upon feeling your hardened cock pressing firmly into her, Patty sneered as if she had just proven your guilt, “You do! Like, really twerp?” Her fingertip bounced forwards a few times, obnoxiously slapping your crotch against her jiggling skin as she scoffed, “I guess it figures you wouldn’t be able to help yourself around the Pink Princess. Especially when I’m just sooo big and bouncy compared to you...” Patty snickered as she lowered her hand, leaving you jiggling erratically against her skin.
An erotically impulsive idea suddenly came to the large girl. Puffing her chest out in a way that really accentuated her enormous breasts but also tightened her restrictive shirt around you, Patty playfully suggested, “Well we probably have a minute before Tammy gets here, so why don’t you rub one out against my tits while we wait?” Patty snickered and watched the your tiny outline, expecting to see you frantically dryhumping her nipple at any moment. Only, after a few seconds she noticed that the only motions you made were when you bounced along with her.
Patty raised a hand and gave her boob a curious squeeze, sneering as your miniscule body was squashed aside by her bulging nipple. “Hellooo, earth to tiny! Like, didn't you hear me? I'm giving you a one-in-a-lifetime chance go wild on my perfect, regal tit with that boner of yours.” But you only remained splayed out over her nipple, jiggling along with her clumsy, fidgeting movements. Having gotten used to guys going absolutely ga-ga for every little thing she did, Patty frowned in confusion at your lack of enthusiasm, “Like, what’s your deal?”
Eventually, something dawned on the giant brat. Patty’s beautiful face split into an evil smile as she began to realize, “Wait, don’t tell me that my shirt is too tight for you to move down there? Can’t you even thrust, or whatever?” Patty’s index finger abruptly fell across your hips, squishing your cock right into her awaiting nipple and forcing you to emit an agonized groan. As her brief moment of empathy faded, Patty grinned at the hilarious thought of you being trapped against her dynamite body, unable to overcome the soft pressure of her bosom. An especially fitting situation, she thought, since you had so unfairly forced her to throw the earlier match in your favor!
The carelessness in Patty’s voice betrayed her poor attempt at sounding sympathetic, “Huh, so you’re stuck with no way to act on those totally, like, inappropriate manly urges of yours? Oh my, how unfooortunate for you.” Ignoring your muffled sounds of irritation, Patty began lazily smearing your aching cock across her soft nipple as she mused to herself, “I mean, I guess I could lend a hand to my horny little subject before my photographer gets here, just so he isn’t all like, blue-balled during my photoshoot, and junk.” Of course, rather than actually making much of an effort to help, the giant girl merely depressed your cock further into her skin as she considered her options. Since what happened to you was of little consequence to her, Patty had no problem taking her sweet time deciding whether she was going to actually oblige you or not, especially because every moment she remained indecisive affected you a lot more than her. You really hated to admit it, but everything Patty was doing already felt sooo good… you just wished she’d hurry up or stop altogether, instead of prolonging your agitation like this.
As you felt the pressure growing in your groin, the door across the room swung open. Patty’s finger came to a standstill as she looked up in excitement, carelessly leaving you pressed and twitching in anticipation against her skin. A gorgeous blonde girl in a t-shirt and very tight jeans had walked in, and Patty called, “Hey Tammy!” Forgetting all about the poor, tiny man she had just been cock-teasing, Patty stopped poking you and spun in her seat, turning to face this new visitor as you swung unhappily along with her jostling chest.
You were still wobbling around as a bubbly feminine voice exclaimed, “Pattyyyy, you made it! Super sorry I’m late!” The owner of the sing-song voice you just heard was none other than Tammy Lee, one of the famous Fighting Twins, a wrestling duo known for their impressive acrobatics as well as their constant feuding. Tammy specifically was known for her charming and carefree attitude (even while happily squeezing wrestling opponents into submission), her luscious feminine curves, and the flashy golden bikini she wore into the ring. As it happened, Tammy was also an amateur photographer.
Patty smiled back, “Don’t worry about the delay babe, I can entertain myself. I am like SO ready to get some hot pics, Tammy, you have no idea!” If you didn’t know any better, Patty actually sounded amicable for once, even though she had been giving you nothing but trouble since you met her. What gives? Were these two friends or something?
Tammy got a camera out and smiled, “Awesome, then let’s start right away! Since you’re already seated, why don’t you, um...” Tammy blinked. Small as you were, it didn’t take long for Tammy to spot an odd bulge over Patty’s hard nipple, especially through her camera lens. “Um, Patty, what’s that?”
Patty sounded genuinely confused at first, “Huh? What’s what?” as she glanced around, jostling you with her idiotic motions.
Leaning closer now, Tammy frowned, “It’s like… a tiny person?” Immensely curious, Tammy reached out and softly pressed a fingertip into Patty’s firm nipple. You barely had a chance to grunt before you were, once again, squished right into Patty’s warm skin thanks to some clueless girl. Unaware of what she was doing, Tammy sank her finger up to the first knuckle into Patty’s soft boob as she asked, “Is it some kind of nipple ring or something?”
As she felt your puny body being compressed against her, Patty finally realized what Tammy was talking about, though she hardly cared that you were being crushed in the meantime.
What does Patty say?
It wasn’t until Patty was down the hall and around the corner that a thought occurred to her. “Hey tiny, are you still down there?” Patty heard muffled complaints against her shaking chest, “Oh, well I guess you’re stuck with me then cuz I don’t have time to go back.” You tried to ask if she’d at least pull you out and drop you on the damn floor or something, but she started talking over you again, “And one last thing. Just because you’re coming to my sexy photoshoot doesn’t mean I want you having a bunch of, like, pervy thoughts down there!” Patty brought one finger up and and poked you into her nipple for emphasis, before she left you jiggling and gasping for breath. Pervy thoughts? What the hell was that supposed to mean!? She was the one who left you naked in her shirt! Of course you were far to small to argue the point, so Patty was able to smile contentedly as she strode along to her destination.
By the time the gigantic girl strolled into a room five minutes later, you were still feeling beyond agitated from all her indiscriminate jiggling. You heard Patty call, “I’m here Tammyyy!” But there was no response from “Tammy,” who must have been the photographer. Patty shrugged, “Guess I wasn’t late after all.” Great, good for her! Now was she going to let you out or what? Deciding to get comfy, Patty made her way across the small room and plopped into a translucent plastic chair with a little bounce. Her “soft” landing, however, was enough to send you shaking back and forth all over again. You would have loved to shift yourself to stop your frontside from being pounded into this girl’s skin with every careless movement she made, but her shirt was too damn tight. All you could do was wait and try to ignore the almost hypnotic oscillations of Patty’s bosom.
Patty, meanwhile, couldn’t help but notice a faint tickling sensation as her huge breasts slowly jiggled around. Assuming you must have been up to something, Patty raised one eyebrow in mild irritation, “Did I just feel you grinding on me down there? Ohmygod, do you STILL have that little boner of yours, even after what I said in the hall?” Deciding to see for herself, Patty lifted a fingertip and squished your entire body against her own puffy nipple flesh, ignoring your groan of discomfort as she went. Upon feeling your hardened cock pressing firmly into her, Patty sneered as if she had just proven your guilt, “You do! Like, really twerp?” Her fingertip bounced forwards a few times, obnoxiously slapping your crotch against her jiggling skin as she scoffed, “I guess it figures you wouldn’t be able to help yourself around the Pink Princess. Especially when I’m just sooo big and bouncy compared to you...” Patty snickered as she lowered her hand, leaving you jiggling erratically against her skin.
An erotically impulsive idea suddenly came to the large girl. Puffing her chest out in a way that really accentuated her enormous breasts but also tightened her restrictive shirt around you, Patty playfully suggested, “Well we probably have a minute before Tammy gets here, so why don’t you rub one out against my tits while we wait?” Patty snickered and watched the your tiny outline, expecting to see you frantically dryhumping her nipple at any moment. Only, after a few seconds she noticed that the only motions you made were when you bounced along with her.
Patty raised a hand and gave her boob a curious squeeze, sneering as your miniscule body was squashed aside by her bulging nipple. “Hellooo, earth to tiny! Like, didn't you hear me? I'm giving you a one-in-a-lifetime chance go wild on my perfect, regal tit with that boner of yours.” But you only remained splayed out over her nipple, jiggling along with her clumsy, fidgeting movements. Having gotten used to guys going absolutely ga-ga for every little thing she did, Patty frowned in confusion at your lack of enthusiasm, “Like, what’s your deal?”
Eventually, something dawned on the giant brat. Patty’s beautiful face split into an evil smile as she began to realize, “Wait, don’t tell me that my shirt is too tight for you to move down there? Can’t you even thrust, or whatever?” Patty’s index finger abruptly fell across your hips, squishing your cock right into her awaiting nipple and forcing you to emit an agonized groan. As her brief moment of empathy faded, Patty grinned at the hilarious thought of you being trapped against her dynamite body, unable to overcome the soft pressure of her bosom. An especially fitting situation, she thought, since you had so unfairly forced her to throw the earlier match in your favor!
The carelessness in Patty’s voice betrayed her poor attempt at sounding sympathetic, “Huh, so you’re stuck with no way to act on those totally, like, inappropriate manly urges of yours? Oh my, how unfooortunate for you.” Ignoring your muffled sounds of irritation, Patty began lazily smearing your aching cock across her soft nipple as she mused to herself, “I mean, I guess I could lend a hand to my horny little subject before my photographer gets here, just so he isn’t all like, blue-balled during my photoshoot, and junk.” Of course, rather than actually making much of an effort to help, the giant girl merely depressed your cock further into her skin as she considered her options. Since what happened to you was of little consequence to her, Patty had no problem taking her sweet time deciding whether she was going to actually oblige you or not, especially because every moment she remained indecisive affected you a lot more than her. You really hated to admit it, but everything Patty was doing already felt sooo good… you just wished she’d hurry up or stop altogether, instead of prolonging your agitation like this.
As you felt the pressure growing in your groin, the door across the room swung open. Patty’s finger came to a standstill as she looked up in excitement, carelessly leaving you pressed and twitching in anticipation against her skin. A gorgeous blonde girl in a t-shirt and very tight jeans had walked in, and Patty called, “Hey Tammy!” Forgetting all about the poor, tiny man she had just been cock-teasing, Patty stopped poking you and spun in her seat, turning to face this new visitor as you swung unhappily along with her jostling chest.
You were still wobbling around as a bubbly feminine voice exclaimed, “Pattyyyy, you made it! Super sorry I’m late!” The owner of the sing-song voice you just heard was none other than Tammy Lee, one of the famous Fighting Twins, a wrestling duo known for their impressive acrobatics as well as their constant feuding. Tammy specifically was known for her charming and carefree attitude (even while happily squeezing wrestling opponents into submission), her luscious feminine curves, and the flashy golden bikini she wore into the ring. As it happened, Tammy was also an amateur photographer.
Patty smiled back, “Don’t worry about the delay babe, I can entertain myself. I am like SO ready to get some hot pics, Tammy, you have no idea!” If you didn’t know any better, Patty actually sounded amicable for once, even though she had been giving you nothing but trouble since you met her. What gives? Were these two friends or something?
Tammy got a camera out and smiled, “Awesome, then let’s start right away! Since you’re already seated, why don’t you, um...” Tammy blinked. Small as you were, it didn’t take long for Tammy to spot an odd bulge over Patty’s hard nipple, especially through her camera lens. “Um, Patty, what’s that?”
Patty sounded genuinely confused at first, “Huh? What’s what?” as she glanced around, jostling you with her idiotic motions.
Leaning closer now, Tammy frowned, “It’s like… a tiny person?” Immensely curious, Tammy reached out and softly pressed a fingertip into Patty’s firm nipple. You barely had a chance to grunt before you were, once again, squished right into Patty’s warm skin thanks to some clueless girl. Unaware of what she was doing, Tammy sank her finger up to the first knuckle into Patty’s soft boob as she asked, “Is it some kind of nipple ring or something?”
As she felt your puny body being compressed against her, Patty finally realized what Tammy was talking about, though she hardly cared that you were being crushed in the meantime.
What does Patty say?
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May 31, 2023
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