"Relaxing" with Betty by the pool, Part 1
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 35
As much fun as it was to flirt with Betty, especially since she was so receptive, you had to remind yourself that there was a good chance your male libido was causing her to grow uncontrollably. You were supposed to be spending your time relaxing and preparing for another league match, not ogling Betty: getting the chance to see her in a lewd swimsuit (and now practically nude except for her thong) had just been icing—very sexy icing—on the cake. But now there was enough icing to almost crush the cake… or something. You were never that great at analogies, and watching Betty’s huge jiggling body was turning your brain to useless mush.
From her position on the remnants of the flattened chair, Betty looked over to you with blushing cheeks, “I grew again… and I broke the chair.”
You couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of this gigantic goddess of a girl giving you a look of shock and embarrassment, even as she towered above you from her sitting position on the floor. You sarcastically nodded, “I know, I had quite the view of that poor defenseless chair being crushed to death by Boob-zilla.”
Betty crossed her arms in a mock pout, lifting and squeezing her vigorously wobbling chest in the process of whining, “Hey!”
Realizing that you were moments away from getting on the bad side of a girl at least three times taller and who knows how many times heavier than you, you quickly threw your hands up, “Then again I’m sure the chair had it coming!” Betty huffed and narrowed her eyes, but you could tell she was holding back a smirk at your playful commentary. You added hopefully, “And I’m sure the wonderful Boob-zilla wouldn’t dare flatten an innocent man? Especially a cute, handsome one?”
After a moment of trying to glare at you, Betty sighed and rolled her eyes in playful resignation, “Lucky for you, she spares the cute ones. But if I hear another ‘Boob-zilla’ crack out of you, I swear I’ll trap you under these things until I get apology!” Just to make her point, Betty shrugged her shoulders, threateningly bouncing her two tremendously heavy breasts up and down against her arms.
After a few moments of staring you tried to think straight: if she was growing because of your excitement, you had to try and calm down, no matter how alluringly big and bouncy she was… You managed to look up at Betty’s smiling face and admit, “Okay okay, point proven! I think Tom the Terrible would be crushed faster than the chair if Boob-zilla so much as sat in his lap, anyway.” Betty shot you a look and leaned threateningly forwards, looming her humongous breasts over you while you shouted, “Kidding, KIDDING!” until she accepted your apology and sat back with a satisfied little bounce. Happy to have avoided being crushed by an irritated giantess, you lay back with a relieved sigh.
The broken seat crunched beneath Betty’s bulk as she shifted, “Well, you are right about one thing… these stupid chairs aren’t strong enough for me.” Worse yet, with her cute swimsuit busted, Betty worried that her plan to have you enjoy some of her ‘patented Wonder Bust eye-candy’ had hit a snag. She had hoped to lie down next to you, and maybe wiggle or bounce around whenever you were looking, but now what was she supposed to do? Just sit on the floor? The 10’ girl looked around for something else to rest on, though she found her eyes constantly wandering back to your inviting looking lap, which she had to remind herself she was unfortunately too damn big to sit in now.
Then again… Betty couldn’t help but deviously wonder if perhaps she could fit in your lap. You might not be left with much room, but then again maybe a little payback for all your ‘Boob-zilla’ jokes was in order. Betty squeezed her crossed arms with a quizzical, “Hmmmm…” though she was making sure to heft her gigantic chest in a very jiggly manner, in plain sight of your position. There was a hint of wickedness in her voice as she asked, “Hey, do you think two chairs would fit me?” Betty looked at you as if waiting for approval, while gently heaving her perky bosom back and forth while you tried not to stare.
You looked down the row of sun-chairs that you were sitting in the middle of, “I think at your size it would take more like… all of them.”
As if that was just the answer she wanted to hear, Betty flashed a grin as she lurched in your direction, “You’re probably right! I’ll just lie down here, then.” You could only gawp as Betty, still beaming, set her long arms on either side of the chairs and began hoisting her impossibly huge 10’ figure overhead. Your surprise mixed with awe as her ballooning chest swung over, threatening to fill (and overflow) the entire chair that you had once found very spacious to sit on.
While you were still wrapping your head around Betty’s plan (and ogling the mounds of flesh she was waving in front of you), she carefully slid her huge legs onto several tanning chairs, causing them to bend and strain beneath her. After making sure that they weren’t going to collapse under her hefty round ass, Betty smiled in triumph and began to drop her humongous chest downwards onto the rest of the chairs (and the one you were stuck in). As a massive naked breast descended inches from your face, you finally found your voice and stammered, “H-hey! These chairs aren’t big enough for the two of us, you know!” You scooted away, bracing yourself against the mesh backing of the chair to try and make as much room as possible for the giant girl that was dropping into place at your feet.
For a moment you gasped as Betty’s huge nipple grazed the tip of your erection, and Betty’s carefree giggling floated down from above, “That’s okay, Boob-zilla doesn’t mind sharing a seat!” Oh no, was she still hung up on that?
You tried to disagree, “Well I do! There’s no way you’ll fit!” but the huge girl didn’t seem concerned with how very, very cramped she was about to make your seat.
Still lowering her tremendous body towards you, Betty rolled her eyes and chided, “Don’t be such a dork, it’s not like you need every chair for yourself!” While she was focusing on trying not to crush any more furniture, Betty allowed her enormous bosom to sway gently back and forth within a worryingly close proximity to your torso.
You had been about to argue when a couch-sized wall of boob wobbled in your direction, squishing your torso back against the chair before you could get a word out. After a moment her warm flesh bounced away, only to slam back into you again, leaving you grumbling, “Well you could have left me the ONE chair!” However your voice was muffled as Betty’s boob bounced firmly against your chest and arms while she clumsily tried to fit herself onto the half dozen chairs she was now lying across.
Unaware of the fact that she was rubbing against you every time she moved, Betty shrugged, “Well my mild-mannered alter-ego Wonder Bust might have left you a place to sit, but Boob-zilla needs eeevery inch of space for her monster jugs, haha!” Despite your earlier attempts to give her room, Betty very purposefully decided to use your chair to hold her enormous rack, and began resting her breasts across the seat and your lap. Worse yet, as she settled into place her gigantic breasts spread against the mesh chairs under her own weight, and you quickly found your torso caught between the side of her softly ballooning flesh and the unyielding backrest. Your arms were pried to the sides as Betty’s flesh squashed against your face and poured over the sides of the chair, leaving you pressed up against her continuously jiggling skin.
Unable to see you past her shoulder and therefore unaware of how badly she was squishing you, Betty decided she was content with her spot and dropped the rest of her weight onto the chairs with a girlish little, “Oof!” The chairs squeaked dangerously underneath Betty’s immense, quivering weight, but held. From the side, it was evident where Betty’s curvy, lounging body was heaviest: the chairs beneath her hips and chest bent significantly under her overwhelming flesh. Your chair in particular bulged nearly to the floor, bobbing under the weight of Betty’s heavy jiggling breasts. The only sign of you was the faint shape of a man’s body interrupting the otherwise smooth round bulge that Betty’s boob made in the seat’s mesh fabric. After several seconds of bouncing precariously up and down, Betty was satisfied that she wasn’t about to crash to the floor, and exclaimed smugly, “Ha! And you said I wouldn’t fit!” You would have shouted for her attention, but Betty wiggled in place to accentuate her great achievement of lying down without crushing every piece of furniture beneath her, which also ground you into the chair mercilessly and made you groan as your sensitive genitals were smeared right against her soft nipple.
From her position on the remnants of the flattened chair, Betty looked over to you with blushing cheeks, “I grew again… and I broke the chair.”
You couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of this gigantic goddess of a girl giving you a look of shock and embarrassment, even as she towered above you from her sitting position on the floor. You sarcastically nodded, “I know, I had quite the view of that poor defenseless chair being crushed to death by Boob-zilla.”
Betty crossed her arms in a mock pout, lifting and squeezing her vigorously wobbling chest in the process of whining, “Hey!”
Realizing that you were moments away from getting on the bad side of a girl at least three times taller and who knows how many times heavier than you, you quickly threw your hands up, “Then again I’m sure the chair had it coming!” Betty huffed and narrowed her eyes, but you could tell she was holding back a smirk at your playful commentary. You added hopefully, “And I’m sure the wonderful Boob-zilla wouldn’t dare flatten an innocent man? Especially a cute, handsome one?”
After a moment of trying to glare at you, Betty sighed and rolled her eyes in playful resignation, “Lucky for you, she spares the cute ones. But if I hear another ‘Boob-zilla’ crack out of you, I swear I’ll trap you under these things until I get apology!” Just to make her point, Betty shrugged her shoulders, threateningly bouncing her two tremendously heavy breasts up and down against her arms.
After a few moments of staring you tried to think straight: if she was growing because of your excitement, you had to try and calm down, no matter how alluringly big and bouncy she was… You managed to look up at Betty’s smiling face and admit, “Okay okay, point proven! I think Tom the Terrible would be crushed faster than the chair if Boob-zilla so much as sat in his lap, anyway.” Betty shot you a look and leaned threateningly forwards, looming her humongous breasts over you while you shouted, “Kidding, KIDDING!” until she accepted your apology and sat back with a satisfied little bounce. Happy to have avoided being crushed by an irritated giantess, you lay back with a relieved sigh.
The broken seat crunched beneath Betty’s bulk as she shifted, “Well, you are right about one thing… these stupid chairs aren’t strong enough for me.” Worse yet, with her cute swimsuit busted, Betty worried that her plan to have you enjoy some of her ‘patented Wonder Bust eye-candy’ had hit a snag. She had hoped to lie down next to you, and maybe wiggle or bounce around whenever you were looking, but now what was she supposed to do? Just sit on the floor? The 10’ girl looked around for something else to rest on, though she found her eyes constantly wandering back to your inviting looking lap, which she had to remind herself she was unfortunately too damn big to sit in now.
Then again… Betty couldn’t help but deviously wonder if perhaps she could fit in your lap. You might not be left with much room, but then again maybe a little payback for all your ‘Boob-zilla’ jokes was in order. Betty squeezed her crossed arms with a quizzical, “Hmmmm…” though she was making sure to heft her gigantic chest in a very jiggly manner, in plain sight of your position. There was a hint of wickedness in her voice as she asked, “Hey, do you think two chairs would fit me?” Betty looked at you as if waiting for approval, while gently heaving her perky bosom back and forth while you tried not to stare.
You looked down the row of sun-chairs that you were sitting in the middle of, “I think at your size it would take more like… all of them.”
As if that was just the answer she wanted to hear, Betty flashed a grin as she lurched in your direction, “You’re probably right! I’ll just lie down here, then.” You could only gawp as Betty, still beaming, set her long arms on either side of the chairs and began hoisting her impossibly huge 10’ figure overhead. Your surprise mixed with awe as her ballooning chest swung over, threatening to fill (and overflow) the entire chair that you had once found very spacious to sit on.
While you were still wrapping your head around Betty’s plan (and ogling the mounds of flesh she was waving in front of you), she carefully slid her huge legs onto several tanning chairs, causing them to bend and strain beneath her. After making sure that they weren’t going to collapse under her hefty round ass, Betty smiled in triumph and began to drop her humongous chest downwards onto the rest of the chairs (and the one you were stuck in). As a massive naked breast descended inches from your face, you finally found your voice and stammered, “H-hey! These chairs aren’t big enough for the two of us, you know!” You scooted away, bracing yourself against the mesh backing of the chair to try and make as much room as possible for the giant girl that was dropping into place at your feet.
For a moment you gasped as Betty’s huge nipple grazed the tip of your erection, and Betty’s carefree giggling floated down from above, “That’s okay, Boob-zilla doesn’t mind sharing a seat!” Oh no, was she still hung up on that?
You tried to disagree, “Well I do! There’s no way you’ll fit!” but the huge girl didn’t seem concerned with how very, very cramped she was about to make your seat.
Still lowering her tremendous body towards you, Betty rolled her eyes and chided, “Don’t be such a dork, it’s not like you need every chair for yourself!” While she was focusing on trying not to crush any more furniture, Betty allowed her enormous bosom to sway gently back and forth within a worryingly close proximity to your torso.
You had been about to argue when a couch-sized wall of boob wobbled in your direction, squishing your torso back against the chair before you could get a word out. After a moment her warm flesh bounced away, only to slam back into you again, leaving you grumbling, “Well you could have left me the ONE chair!” However your voice was muffled as Betty’s boob bounced firmly against your chest and arms while she clumsily tried to fit herself onto the half dozen chairs she was now lying across.
Unaware of the fact that she was rubbing against you every time she moved, Betty shrugged, “Well my mild-mannered alter-ego Wonder Bust might have left you a place to sit, but Boob-zilla needs eeevery inch of space for her monster jugs, haha!” Despite your earlier attempts to give her room, Betty very purposefully decided to use your chair to hold her enormous rack, and began resting her breasts across the seat and your lap. Worse yet, as she settled into place her gigantic breasts spread against the mesh chairs under her own weight, and you quickly found your torso caught between the side of her softly ballooning flesh and the unyielding backrest. Your arms were pried to the sides as Betty’s flesh squashed against your face and poured over the sides of the chair, leaving you pressed up against her continuously jiggling skin.
Unable to see you past her shoulder and therefore unaware of how badly she was squishing you, Betty decided she was content with her spot and dropped the rest of her weight onto the chairs with a girlish little, “Oof!” The chairs squeaked dangerously underneath Betty’s immense, quivering weight, but held. From the side, it was evident where Betty’s curvy, lounging body was heaviest: the chairs beneath her hips and chest bent significantly under her overwhelming flesh. Your chair in particular bulged nearly to the floor, bobbing under the weight of Betty’s heavy jiggling breasts. The only sign of you was the faint shape of a man’s body interrupting the otherwise smooth round bulge that Betty’s boob made in the seat’s mesh fabric. After several seconds of bouncing precariously up and down, Betty was satisfied that she wasn’t about to crash to the floor, and exclaimed smugly, “Ha! And you said I wouldn’t fit!” You would have shouted for her attention, but Betty wiggled in place to accentuate her great achievement of lying down without crushing every piece of furniture beneath her, which also ground you into the chair mercilessly and made you groan as your sensitive genitals were smeared right against her soft nipple.
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May 31, 2023
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