Betty naps, leaving you right where you are!
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 37
Betty yawned cutely and dramatically, “I’m so comfy, in fact, I think I’ll take a nap.”
You gasped, “What? While I’m stuck like this!?”
As she casually stretched and sprawled over the chairs, Betty’s mound of flesh gently rubbed across your body, “Mhmm. Boob-zilla’s tired from carrying her huge jugs around, and she needs her beauty sleep.”
You rolled your eyes, though Betty didn’t see since her huge boob was still overshadowing your entire body. You tried to wriggle yourself to the side, hoping to climb free, while you taunted, “More like Boob-zilla is just lazy after smothering tiny people all day!”
Betty scoffed in mock offense, “Hey! Squishing little people is hard work, you know!” You felt your chair shudder as Betty put a finger on your backrest and pushed it forwards. In an instant you had squished face-first into the side of her awaiting boob, only to bounce off again. Betty giggled as she started flicking your chairback over and over, pinballing your helpless torso between the chair and her creamy jiggling tits. Rather than letting the chair down after she was done messing with you, Betty raised it until it had pressed deeply into her engulfing flesh and locked it in a bolt-upright position, leaving you sandwiched there. She heard you giving muffled groans and complaints from where your face was buried against her, but she only giggled: you were pinned against one of the best and softest parts of her body, just how she liked it.
Satisfied that you had ‘learned your lesson,’ Betty chirped, “There!” as the chair creaked against the resistant pressure of her chest, “Now Boob-zilla can nap in peace, without any little distractions.”
You couldn’t believe Betty was serious. Not that you could say she hadn’t left you in a very warm and soft and jiggly place, but damnit, this was ridiculous. You could hardly breathe let alone yell with your face pressed against her skin like this. Instead you tried pinching her, but elicited no response. You grabbed a handful of her supple boob, and squeezed, eliciting a mildly satisfied “Mmm” from Betty. Getting frustrated (in multiple ways) you flexed your arms, giving Betty’s chest a huge hug from the side that she couldn’t help but notice. Betty had her head laid down but murmured, “Don’t make me really squish you down there!” You grumbled and bucked against her, annoyed that she had decided to get the last word in your back and forth bantering in such a heavy-handed, absurd way. All your struggling only managed to make Betty’s chest begin to bounce and wobble from side to side, a consequence you ended up paying for as her heaving flesh shook and rebounded against you with every oscillation.
As she felt your hardened member being rubbed and bounced against her nipple, Betty smiled and cooed reassuringly, “Don’t worry cutie, when I wake up I’ll show you the fun side of Boob-zilla, and we’ll see how long a hard dick lasts between this monster pair of tits, heehee!” Betty giggled to herself when she felt you give her quivering chest another frustrated squeeze, while your obvious erection poked into her from below. Maybe you were dying for some release now, but Betty always believed a little ‘dramatic buildup’ made the eventual finish that much better. She slowly drifted to sleep, smiling to herself as she imagined all the fun ways she could reward you later on for being so cute and charming...
No sooner had you felt Betty’s rhythmic breathing slow to a gradual pace that flattened you against the chair every time she inhaled, than the doors to the pool behind you swung open.
Who's approaching?
You gasped, “What? While I’m stuck like this!?”
As she casually stretched and sprawled over the chairs, Betty’s mound of flesh gently rubbed across your body, “Mhmm. Boob-zilla’s tired from carrying her huge jugs around, and she needs her beauty sleep.”
You rolled your eyes, though Betty didn’t see since her huge boob was still overshadowing your entire body. You tried to wriggle yourself to the side, hoping to climb free, while you taunted, “More like Boob-zilla is just lazy after smothering tiny people all day!”
Betty scoffed in mock offense, “Hey! Squishing little people is hard work, you know!” You felt your chair shudder as Betty put a finger on your backrest and pushed it forwards. In an instant you had squished face-first into the side of her awaiting boob, only to bounce off again. Betty giggled as she started flicking your chairback over and over, pinballing your helpless torso between the chair and her creamy jiggling tits. Rather than letting the chair down after she was done messing with you, Betty raised it until it had pressed deeply into her engulfing flesh and locked it in a bolt-upright position, leaving you sandwiched there. She heard you giving muffled groans and complaints from where your face was buried against her, but she only giggled: you were pinned against one of the best and softest parts of her body, just how she liked it.
Satisfied that you had ‘learned your lesson,’ Betty chirped, “There!” as the chair creaked against the resistant pressure of her chest, “Now Boob-zilla can nap in peace, without any little distractions.”
You couldn’t believe Betty was serious. Not that you could say she hadn’t left you in a very warm and soft and jiggly place, but damnit, this was ridiculous. You could hardly breathe let alone yell with your face pressed against her skin like this. Instead you tried pinching her, but elicited no response. You grabbed a handful of her supple boob, and squeezed, eliciting a mildly satisfied “Mmm” from Betty. Getting frustrated (in multiple ways) you flexed your arms, giving Betty’s chest a huge hug from the side that she couldn’t help but notice. Betty had her head laid down but murmured, “Don’t make me really squish you down there!” You grumbled and bucked against her, annoyed that she had decided to get the last word in your back and forth bantering in such a heavy-handed, absurd way. All your struggling only managed to make Betty’s chest begin to bounce and wobble from side to side, a consequence you ended up paying for as her heaving flesh shook and rebounded against you with every oscillation.
As she felt your hardened member being rubbed and bounced against her nipple, Betty smiled and cooed reassuringly, “Don’t worry cutie, when I wake up I’ll show you the fun side of Boob-zilla, and we’ll see how long a hard dick lasts between this monster pair of tits, heehee!” Betty giggled to herself when she felt you give her quivering chest another frustrated squeeze, while your obvious erection poked into her from below. Maybe you were dying for some release now, but Betty always believed a little ‘dramatic buildup’ made the eventual finish that much better. She slowly drifted to sleep, smiling to herself as she imagined all the fun ways she could reward you later on for being so cute and charming...
No sooner had you felt Betty’s rhythmic breathing slow to a gradual pace that flattened you against the chair every time she inhaled, than the doors to the pool behind you swung open.
Who's approaching?
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May 31, 2023
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