Betty gives an eager smile as she comes up with a new plan to make things up to you, one that she's sure couldn't possibly backfire. She turns around just in time to see you've finished putting your shorts on and says, "You know what we both could use?"
"What?"
"A relaxing trip to the pool, to cool off."
"This place has a pool?"
"Yup, as well as a sauna and a fully-equipped gym."
"Is this a wrestling venue or a 5-star resort?"
"Thanks to Touko, both. So whaddaya say?" With all the agonizing stress you've been through, Betty's idea certainly sounds appealing. Just the thought of relaxing by a pool eases your weary muscles a little. You didn't exactly pack for the occasion when you jumped in the car to come here, but you figure these shorts Touko made for you could double as swim trunks well enough for a quick dip. You smile and nod, letting Betty know you're in. She beams. "Great!" After grabbing a couple of towels and a small bag from her locker, Betty leads you out of the locker room.
Once again, you find yourself wandering down the halls of the DWA with Wonder Bust, except this time, to your relief, you aren't small enough to completely fit between her humongous melons. Still, though, you can't help but notice how she towers over you as you walk next to her. Your head is about level with her wide hips, which means you catch their every swaying movement (as well as every jiggle her leotard-clad ass makes) as she happily saunters her way to the pool. With an upwards glance, you can catch sight of Betty's pastie-clad bust above you, sticking out like a jiggly shelf. Just as your erection from earlier had finally gone away, you feel your cock stirring while you drink in the sight of Betty's dynamite body and her tremendous breasts wobbling above you.
Trying your best not to ogle your only friend here at the Association (especially since said friend could still easily flatten you if you did anything to annoy or upset her), you focus your mind on something else. You notice the bag Betty carries and decide to ask about it. "So what's in the bag? Inflatable flotation devices? Cause something tells me an *ahem* equipped woman such as yourself isn't gonna need them."
Betty rolls her eyes and smirks. "Har-dee-har, smarty pants. For your information: that's not what's in here."
"Then what is?"
"You'll see," Betty says coyly. Before you can press any further, Betty leads you through the indoor pool entrance. You find yourself in a huge, extravagant room filled with luxury furniture, ping-pong tables, a jacuzzi, and other poolside amenities, and it’s topped off by a giant skylight that allows the large pool to radiate in the warm sun rays. When she hears you give an impressed whistle, Betty says, “Yeah, quite the view, isn’t it? Sit back and enjoy for a bit. I’m gonna get changed real quick.” Putting the towels down but keeping her bag with her, Betty walks off towards the changing booths, and you enjoy the equally impressive “view” as she does, watching as her ass and breasts (so big that they’re visible from behind) jiggle entrancingly with each step she takes.
Once Betty’s gone from sight, you do as she says and have a seat on one of the chairs, taking in your surroundings for the next few minutes. From where you sit, you can see the booths Betty went to towards your left, and sitting just to your right is a pool shower, for people who want to clean up before or after they get in the pool. You scan the area back and forth, but it looks like it’s just the two of you here right now, not that you’re complaining, of course. In a place that just exudes relaxation, you don’t need any other crazy wrestlers here, like bratty Patty, to interfere with that. Coming here was a good call, you think to yourself.
Just when you start to really feel at ease for the first time since you’ve come here, you hear Betty step out of her booth, and, when you turn your head to look, you instantly feel your heart rate spike at the sight of her and her swimsuit. She wears what would normally be seen as a simple string bikini, but, on her body, it’s far from simple, and very tight. Betty’s white bikini bottoms cling firmly to her hips, dangerously close to flossing her crotch or riding up between her butt cheeks. Her top mostly consists of two white triangle cups that somehow manage to cover a decent amount of skin on her breasts (more than her wrestling outfit attempts to, at least), but, somehow, seeing the thin fabric strain against every abundant inch of her swollen, jiggly flesh only emphasizes Betty’s wondrous bust all the more. The entire suit is held together by a handful of small golden rings, such as one on each of her hips and one directly in front of her chest, taught fabric tied together on each end of them.
As she walks over, Betty can’t help but smirk at the fact that you obviously can’t tear your eyes away from her and her special swimsuit. Good, her plan is working. This isn’t a suit she wears terribly often, but, since she still feels really bad for drinking your antidote, as well as all the other turmoil she’s inadvertently put you through, she decided to put it on to help you relax. Since you clearly seem to like her, Betty thought some good old fashioned Wonder Bust eye-candy might help you take your mind off things...or maybe just put your mind on one thing, she thinks with a slight blush. In the back of her mind, though, she can't help but think that it really must've been a long time since she last wore this bikini, because it feels a bit more snug than she remembers. Oh well. Too late to worry about it now.
“All right, all set,” Betty says confidently upon approaching you, your jaw still hanging to the floor at the sight of the scantily-clad beauty towering over you. “How about you?”
Dumbfounded by Betty’s bodacious body, you can hardly mutter a coherent response. “I...uh, wow. I…”
Betty holds back a giggle and plays innocent, loving your reaction to her. “Huh? What’s the matter, Tommy?” She bends over towards you, and your brain nearly shuts off at the sight of her massive cleavage hanging directly in front of you.
“I-I...uhhhh...y-your suit.”
“Oh, this old thing? Yeah, admittedly it might be a bit much, but I don’t wear it often.” Betty coyly, pulls on one of the bikini strings and lets it snap back to place after a moment, making her breasts gently jostle in front of you in a way that makes you gulp. “I only really wear it on special occasions...like when I’m with the right company,” she adds with a coo.
“W-well, you certainly…”
“Fill it out?” Finishing your tongue-tied statement by presuming a compliment from you, Betty hefts her breasts with both hands, letting her fingers sink into her doughy flesh as it spills over her palms. “Yes. I do.” She removes her hands, letting her breasts bounce and stretch against her top, further entrancing you, before standing back up. When she does, she notices the shower nearby you and sees a chance to show you one more surprise. "Oh, but before we get started: let me take a quick shower over here. Gotta wash away any impurities before getting in the water, am I right?"
“Uhh, sure,” you say dumbly as Betty walks around you to reach the shower, though no amount of water could wash away the "impurities" swirling in your mind at the moment. She steps bellow the shower head and pulls on the adjacent chain, leaving you transfixed on her as the cool water quickly cascades along her voluptuous body. As you watch one particular stream of water flow down Betty’s chest, you notice that the white bikini fabric on her breasts quickly turns sheer and see-through from the water, revealing Betty’s pink nipples beneath the bikini, and the same is done with her crotch on her bikini bottoms. Your eyes widen in surprise as you discover what makes Betty’s “special” bikini so special. While she takes her shower, knowing full well that you’re still watching her, Betty feels another slight head rush, making her feel a little flushed, but she ignores it again, refusing to let anything else interrupt her good time alone with you.
You continue gawping as Betty finishes her shower and saunters back towards you with a confident smile, the flattering look you’re giving her making her feel like she’s ten feet tall. Your eyes dart all over her body, which is practically naked to you now thanks to her bikini, unsure of what to say as you feel your cock begin to stir in your shorts again. “Ready for some relaxing fun with your friendly neighborhood Wonder Bust, Tommy,” she asks with a wink, somehow looking larger than life to you as she does.
How do you guys decide to relax? And how long does it take for you to notice Betty’s growth?
"What?"
"A relaxing trip to the pool, to cool off."
"This place has a pool?"
"Yup, as well as a sauna and a fully-equipped gym."
"Is this a wrestling venue or a 5-star resort?"
"Thanks to Touko, both. So whaddaya say?" With all the agonizing stress you've been through, Betty's idea certainly sounds appealing. Just the thought of relaxing by a pool eases your weary muscles a little. You didn't exactly pack for the occasion when you jumped in the car to come here, but you figure these shorts Touko made for you could double as swim trunks well enough for a quick dip. You smile and nod, letting Betty know you're in. She beams. "Great!" After grabbing a couple of towels and a small bag from her locker, Betty leads you out of the locker room.
Once again, you find yourself wandering down the halls of the DWA with Wonder Bust, except this time, to your relief, you aren't small enough to completely fit between her humongous melons. Still, though, you can't help but notice how she towers over you as you walk next to her. Your head is about level with her wide hips, which means you catch their every swaying movement (as well as every jiggle her leotard-clad ass makes) as she happily saunters her way to the pool. With an upwards glance, you can catch sight of Betty's pastie-clad bust above you, sticking out like a jiggly shelf. Just as your erection from earlier had finally gone away, you feel your cock stirring while you drink in the sight of Betty's dynamite body and her tremendous breasts wobbling above you.
Trying your best not to ogle your only friend here at the Association (especially since said friend could still easily flatten you if you did anything to annoy or upset her), you focus your mind on something else. You notice the bag Betty carries and decide to ask about it. "So what's in the bag? Inflatable flotation devices? Cause something tells me an *ahem* equipped woman such as yourself isn't gonna need them."
Betty rolls her eyes and smirks. "Har-dee-har, smarty pants. For your information: that's not what's in here."
"Then what is?"
"You'll see," Betty says coyly. Before you can press any further, Betty leads you through the indoor pool entrance. You find yourself in a huge, extravagant room filled with luxury furniture, ping-pong tables, a jacuzzi, and other poolside amenities, and it’s topped off by a giant skylight that allows the large pool to radiate in the warm sun rays. When she hears you give an impressed whistle, Betty says, “Yeah, quite the view, isn’t it? Sit back and enjoy for a bit. I’m gonna get changed real quick.” Putting the towels down but keeping her bag with her, Betty walks off towards the changing booths, and you enjoy the equally impressive “view” as she does, watching as her ass and breasts (so big that they’re visible from behind) jiggle entrancingly with each step she takes.
Once Betty’s gone from sight, you do as she says and have a seat on one of the chairs, taking in your surroundings for the next few minutes. From where you sit, you can see the booths Betty went to towards your left, and sitting just to your right is a pool shower, for people who want to clean up before or after they get in the pool. You scan the area back and forth, but it looks like it’s just the two of you here right now, not that you’re complaining, of course. In a place that just exudes relaxation, you don’t need any other crazy wrestlers here, like bratty Patty, to interfere with that. Coming here was a good call, you think to yourself.
Just when you start to really feel at ease for the first time since you’ve come here, you hear Betty step out of her booth, and, when you turn your head to look, you instantly feel your heart rate spike at the sight of her and her swimsuit. She wears what would normally be seen as a simple string bikini, but, on her body, it’s far from simple, and very tight. Betty’s white bikini bottoms cling firmly to her hips, dangerously close to flossing her crotch or riding up between her butt cheeks. Her top mostly consists of two white triangle cups that somehow manage to cover a decent amount of skin on her breasts (more than her wrestling outfit attempts to, at least), but, somehow, seeing the thin fabric strain against every abundant inch of her swollen, jiggly flesh only emphasizes Betty’s wondrous bust all the more. The entire suit is held together by a handful of small golden rings, such as one on each of her hips and one directly in front of her chest, taught fabric tied together on each end of them.
As she walks over, Betty can’t help but smirk at the fact that you obviously can’t tear your eyes away from her and her special swimsuit. Good, her plan is working. This isn’t a suit she wears terribly often, but, since she still feels really bad for drinking your antidote, as well as all the other turmoil she’s inadvertently put you through, she decided to put it on to help you relax. Since you clearly seem to like her, Betty thought some good old fashioned Wonder Bust eye-candy might help you take your mind off things...or maybe just put your mind on one thing, she thinks with a slight blush. In the back of her mind, though, she can't help but think that it really must've been a long time since she last wore this bikini, because it feels a bit more snug than she remembers. Oh well. Too late to worry about it now.
“All right, all set,” Betty says confidently upon approaching you, your jaw still hanging to the floor at the sight of the scantily-clad beauty towering over you. “How about you?”
Dumbfounded by Betty’s bodacious body, you can hardly mutter a coherent response. “I...uh, wow. I…”
Betty holds back a giggle and plays innocent, loving your reaction to her. “Huh? What’s the matter, Tommy?” She bends over towards you, and your brain nearly shuts off at the sight of her massive cleavage hanging directly in front of you.
“I-I...uhhhh...y-your suit.”
“Oh, this old thing? Yeah, admittedly it might be a bit much, but I don’t wear it often.” Betty coyly, pulls on one of the bikini strings and lets it snap back to place after a moment, making her breasts gently jostle in front of you in a way that makes you gulp. “I only really wear it on special occasions...like when I’m with the right company,” she adds with a coo.
“W-well, you certainly…”
“Fill it out?” Finishing your tongue-tied statement by presuming a compliment from you, Betty hefts her breasts with both hands, letting her fingers sink into her doughy flesh as it spills over her palms. “Yes. I do.” She removes her hands, letting her breasts bounce and stretch against her top, further entrancing you, before standing back up. When she does, she notices the shower nearby you and sees a chance to show you one more surprise. "Oh, but before we get started: let me take a quick shower over here. Gotta wash away any impurities before getting in the water, am I right?"
“Uhh, sure,” you say dumbly as Betty walks around you to reach the shower, though no amount of water could wash away the "impurities" swirling in your mind at the moment. She steps bellow the shower head and pulls on the adjacent chain, leaving you transfixed on her as the cool water quickly cascades along her voluptuous body. As you watch one particular stream of water flow down Betty’s chest, you notice that the white bikini fabric on her breasts quickly turns sheer and see-through from the water, revealing Betty’s pink nipples beneath the bikini, and the same is done with her crotch on her bikini bottoms. Your eyes widen in surprise as you discover what makes Betty’s “special” bikini so special. While she takes her shower, knowing full well that you’re still watching her, Betty feels another slight head rush, making her feel a little flushed, but she ignores it again, refusing to let anything else interrupt her good time alone with you.
You continue gawping as Betty finishes her shower and saunters back towards you with a confident smile, the flattering look you’re giving her making her feel like she’s ten feet tall. Your eyes dart all over her body, which is practically naked to you now thanks to her bikini, unsure of what to say as you feel your cock begin to stir in your shorts again. “Ready for some relaxing fun with your friendly neighborhood Wonder Bust, Tommy,” she asks with a wink, somehow looking larger than life to you as she does.
How do you guys decide to relax? And how long does it take for you to notice Betty’s growth?
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May 31, 2023
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