"Relaxing" with Betty by the pool, Part 2
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 36
Eager to gloat some more (and to hopefully catch you ogling her), Betty turned her head to search for you. Betty raised her eyebrows when she noticed that her breasts were quite literally overflowing one of the sun-chairs, pouring off the sides onto nearby chairs and brimming nearly over the angled backrest. Betty took a moment to smugly appreciate her own size, before realizing with a grin that the chair she had so effortlessly filled was the one you had been sitting in. If she looked closely she could even tell that you were still there, just buried under her mounds of warm jiggly flesh. Better yet, it looked like you were getting a big face and armful of her best features! And to top it all off, Betty noticed she could feel something very hard poking against her nipple from below, which she took as a reward for her choice of seating.
Finding your position hilarious, Betty quipped, “Uh oh, looks like Boob-zilla has claimed her first victim! The innocent Terrible Tommy got much more of a handful than he bargained for with his mega-sized pool partner!” When you didn’t (couldn’t) respond, Betty assumed she had simply shut you up with her clever banter, and gladly basked in the sun while leaving you to wobble helplessly beneath her. Obviously, Betty presumed, you wouldn’t mind a little more time with the best and bounciest part of her body, right? Eventually she noticed you were being uncharacteristically quiet and looked over her shoulder again. Taking a closer look at your position, it became clear that Betty had underestimated just how flattened you were: her doughy flesh had engulfed every bit of your body, splaying you to the chair beneath her. While watching you jiggle back and forth Betty mumbled, “Ooh… that’s why you’re not saying anything huh?” Betty considered the annoyed Mmmffhf! a confirmation, and chuckled as she reached down and unlatched your chair’s backrest, letting it fall flat.
You sprawled onto your back along the bow flat chair, gasping for breath, before Betty’s unrestrained boob came down with a heaving bounce and landed on your midsection. Betty, apparently amused by just how much she had put you through without even trying, giggled at your exhausted expression, “There! Now that you aren’t up to your neck in tits, do you maybe have anything you’d like to say?” Of course, she didn’t bother getting off of you, leaving everything from your stomach down covered in her warm, soft flesh.
You looked over and caught the immensely smug look that Betty was giving you from above, and managed a weak, “Yeah… Boob-zilla: 1, Tom the Terrible: 0.”
Betty’s face contorted as she tried to glare while holding back hysterical laughter, “snnrk- you little smartass! Okay then, back you go~!” Using just one finger, Betty lifted the backrest of your chair again. Your eyes widened as you saw you were headed straight for a bulging wall of boob flesh. As Betty pivoted you forwards, your stomach, chest, then shoulders slowly depressed into her flesh, sealing more and more of your body against her as she went. You stuck your arms out to slow yourself but it hardly mattered, as your hands only sunk into her supple skin and made her laugh as you squished further and further into her.
You stammered, “It was a joke!” as Betty very slowly inched your face closer to the smooth curvature of her bosom, still watching you with a bemused grin. As your face began to squish into her warm flesh you blurted, “Okay okay Wonder Bust, sorry! No more Boob-zilla jokes!”
The pressure against your body paused as Betty considered your apology, “Hmmmm…” Betty really hadn’t cared about the jokes in the first place (she thought they were pretty funny actually) but she just wanted an excuse to mess with you. After taking a moment to wiggle back and forth, grinding herself into your lap and your face, Betty chirped, “Okay! Apology accepted, cutie. Also, on second thought, I kinda like the name Boob-zilla, so feel free to call me that whenever, heehee!” Betty laughed as she brought her hand away, leaving you stuck in place again with your face half-pressed into her.
You grumbled, “Wait a minute, can’t you, you know, lower my friggin chair back?” You tried to reach your arms around to hopefully lower it yourself, but you couldn’t get your hands past Betty’s gigantic boob. You were pretty much stuck.
Betty had already laid her head down on a chair, lounging casually while you remained uncomfortably squeezed against her, and she mumbled back coyly, “I dunno, I’m already pretty comfy like this...” Of course, the reason Betty found it so comfortable was all the skin-on-skin contact she was getting with you. The sensation of you practically being hugged to the side of her sensitive boob was too much to give up right away! Of course for you, the careless tone of her voice was slightly irritating, but there wasn’t much you could do in retaliation from your spot.
What does Betty decide to do?
Finding your position hilarious, Betty quipped, “Uh oh, looks like Boob-zilla has claimed her first victim! The innocent Terrible Tommy got much more of a handful than he bargained for with his mega-sized pool partner!” When you didn’t (couldn’t) respond, Betty assumed she had simply shut you up with her clever banter, and gladly basked in the sun while leaving you to wobble helplessly beneath her. Obviously, Betty presumed, you wouldn’t mind a little more time with the best and bounciest part of her body, right? Eventually she noticed you were being uncharacteristically quiet and looked over her shoulder again. Taking a closer look at your position, it became clear that Betty had underestimated just how flattened you were: her doughy flesh had engulfed every bit of your body, splaying you to the chair beneath her. While watching you jiggle back and forth Betty mumbled, “Ooh… that’s why you’re not saying anything huh?” Betty considered the annoyed Mmmffhf! a confirmation, and chuckled as she reached down and unlatched your chair’s backrest, letting it fall flat.
You sprawled onto your back along the bow flat chair, gasping for breath, before Betty’s unrestrained boob came down with a heaving bounce and landed on your midsection. Betty, apparently amused by just how much she had put you through without even trying, giggled at your exhausted expression, “There! Now that you aren’t up to your neck in tits, do you maybe have anything you’d like to say?” Of course, she didn’t bother getting off of you, leaving everything from your stomach down covered in her warm, soft flesh.
You looked over and caught the immensely smug look that Betty was giving you from above, and managed a weak, “Yeah… Boob-zilla: 1, Tom the Terrible: 0.”
Betty’s face contorted as she tried to glare while holding back hysterical laughter, “snnrk- you little smartass! Okay then, back you go~!” Using just one finger, Betty lifted the backrest of your chair again. Your eyes widened as you saw you were headed straight for a bulging wall of boob flesh. As Betty pivoted you forwards, your stomach, chest, then shoulders slowly depressed into her flesh, sealing more and more of your body against her as she went. You stuck your arms out to slow yourself but it hardly mattered, as your hands only sunk into her supple skin and made her laugh as you squished further and further into her.
You stammered, “It was a joke!” as Betty very slowly inched your face closer to the smooth curvature of her bosom, still watching you with a bemused grin. As your face began to squish into her warm flesh you blurted, “Okay okay Wonder Bust, sorry! No more Boob-zilla jokes!”
The pressure against your body paused as Betty considered your apology, “Hmmmm…” Betty really hadn’t cared about the jokes in the first place (she thought they were pretty funny actually) but she just wanted an excuse to mess with you. After taking a moment to wiggle back and forth, grinding herself into your lap and your face, Betty chirped, “Okay! Apology accepted, cutie. Also, on second thought, I kinda like the name Boob-zilla, so feel free to call me that whenever, heehee!” Betty laughed as she brought her hand away, leaving you stuck in place again with your face half-pressed into her.
You grumbled, “Wait a minute, can’t you, you know, lower my friggin chair back?” You tried to reach your arms around to hopefully lower it yourself, but you couldn’t get your hands past Betty’s gigantic boob. You were pretty much stuck.
Betty had already laid her head down on a chair, lounging casually while you remained uncomfortably squeezed against her, and she mumbled back coyly, “I dunno, I’m already pretty comfy like this...” Of course, the reason Betty found it so comfortable was all the skin-on-skin contact she was getting with you. The sensation of you practically being hugged to the side of her sensitive boob was too much to give up right away! Of course for you, the careless tone of her voice was slightly irritating, but there wasn’t much you could do in retaliation from your spot.
What does Betty decide to do?
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May 31, 2023
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