"Bien sûr, mon petit amour!"
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 12
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davidcwhang3
"Bien sûr, mon petit amour!" whispered Madame Bosomy into your ear, her smooth voice washing over you. "But in exchange... I want something from you Monsieur Terrible. I want three favors in return." To you, the only thing that really mattered was getting your size back to its original height, so without really thinking of the consequences, you nearly blurted out, "Yes! Anything you want!" And with this, the promise was made. Milly smiled mischievously and said, "Ah! Zat is zat mon petit amour, but you should know, I still won't make it easy on you~."
The announcer was now getting impatient, and before you could reply to Milly's last remark, the announcer cut you short. "Alright, each of you get into your own corners, these people are waiting, and I'm getting bored." Milly strutted over to your corner and gently deposited you on the arena's mat, bending over a great deal so you received an eyeful of her bursting cleavage; her breasts nearly spilling over, barely contained by her maid's outfit. As she was walking back to her own corner, she tripped over nothing, and went crashing down, giving you a view of her other end. You noticed her jet black panties, which had an elegant design to them, but tore your eyes away, determined to focus on the match. As Madame Bosomy finally got to her corner of the ring, the announcer roared into the mic, "This will consist of three rounds, if you can win two, you win the match, ok? ALRIGHT, LET THE MATCH... BEGIN!" and the crowd roared as well.
You dashed forward, confident that Milly would let you win this match, but your reduced height made your trip to the center of the ring nearly ten times as longer as it normally should have. Madame Bosomy was blissfully unaware that the match has started, or at least pretended to be, and started to dust off her blouse from when she fell. As you finally reached her, you let out your fiercest warcry, and charged the maid's left leg, which you bounced off of. Milly looked down to see what just bumped her, only to see you, on the floor, dazed and reeling from the impact. It finally hit Milly that the match started, and while it was too late to seem like your attack hurt her, her clumsiness kicked in, and as she took a step toward your prone body, she, once again, tripped. Milly did not land on top of you, but close enough that you felt the wind from the impact. You instinctively covered your head with your arms, and when you realized you weren't under anything, you looked around to an unfamiliar sight. After a couple of seconds, you realized that you were in between Madame Bosomy's thighs, and decided to take advantage of this, and quickly scaled her right leg. As you reached the top of her leg, you ran across her body and towards her upper back, then laid in a pinning position. "ONE! TWO! THREE! ROUND ONE IS OVER!" And the crowd roared. You could hear them cheer your name, and you couldn't feel any prouder of yourself.
You hopped off of Madame Bosomy and as she got up she said, "Congratulations Monsieur Terrible! You took advantage of me being 'top heavy,' non? Zat was very skillful of you, mon petite amour, but don't think ze next round will be as easy!" As you went back, you couldn't help but wonder about what she just said to you. "ROUND TWO! BEGIN!" This time, much to your surprise, (and dismay) Milly took the first steps of the match. Now while she wasn't sprinting at you, she was strutting over to you, her breasts swaying with each step. You were hypnotized by the sight before you, and couldn't move your body. By the time she reached you she bent over and picked you up. "It seems zat you are distracted Monsieur Terrible... But by what?" She paused and smiled, motioning towards her chest. "Is it because of these, mon petite amour? I think so~." As you snapped out of your stupor you realized that she separated her breasts with her left hand, and with her right, wedged you between her massive breasts. You could feel their weight, their warmth, their softness, and you were trapped between them. I must be in heaven, you thought, and at this point, the last thing on your mind was escaping your fleshy prison. Milly giggled and squealed with delight at the thought of a small man trapped between her perfect breasts, and started pressing her breasts together, pummeling you in between them. She kneeled down and continued to massage her huge breasts, getting aroused by the feeling. She bent over all the way, and let her full body weight sink onto you. You were losing oxygen fast, as her breasts started to become overbearing, and the breasts pressing down on you made you feel funny. As you were wedged there, you started to shrink, and realizing this you started to scream, but no one heard you, only Milly felt your cries for help muffled by her tits. "ONE, TWO, THREE! ROUND TWO GOES TO MADAME BOSOMY!" The crowd cheered again, shouting their praises to the busty maid who just dominated you with only her chest.
Madame Bosomy fished you out from between her boobs, and you gulped in as much air as you could. She noticed your new height, from six inches to am mere three, she looked at you with hungry eyes and said, "You are just so cute Monsieur Terrible! A girl could get used to having someone like you around..." The only thing you could do is blush heavily, and try not to stare at her chest which just smothered you.
"Alright you two, back to your corners," the announcer said.
"READY? BEGIN!"
You wouldn't make the same mistake twice, so instead of running forward, you started to run clockwise around the arena, while Milly just stood there smiling. As you approached her, she had a change of expression, and started to loom over you, as she bent over to pick you up, you saw her hand come down and attempt to snatch you from your position. You barely reacted in time, and with your new height, you had to dive even further than usual to escape, but unfortunately for you, her nail snagged on to your wrestling shorts, which you managed to escape from, but that left you naked as the day you were born, leaving your erect manhood exposed for all to see. As Milly brought her hand back up, feeling something, she looked into her hand, confident you were there, but when she saw only your shorts, she was surprised to see that you weren't there. As she searched around for you, you managed to make it underneath one of the arches of her high heels. You noticed that the heel you were under was slightly cracked, and with all the strength you could muster, you picked up your leg and slammed it into the crack, successfully breaking the heel. Madame Bosomy slipped and started to go down, extremely surprised that this fall was due to her standing still, and as she landed on her back, the wind was knocked out of her. You took advantage of this, and climbed straight up, and lied down on top of her breasts, Milly still unable to recover from her fall. "ONE! TWO! THREE!!! WE HAVE A WINNER!!!"
A feeling of euphoria washed over you as people cheered your name, your fans shouting for your attention, and them praising your efforts. You looked at Milly, who was giggling.
"Hey, thanks for letting me win, Madame Bosomy"
"Zat is not true, mon petit amour, you won all by yourself! Be proud Monsieur Terrible! But remember~ you still owe me zat service mon petit amour~!"
As you left the ring, Touko's assistant was waiting for you outside. "Congratulations Tommy, this is from Ms. Touko. She says good job." She bent down and handed you a brightly colored blue and pink pill. "Oh! Um... Thanks..." Now the pill was very large compared to you, and you wondered how you would take such a large piece of medicine, when Milly walks up to you. She bent over giving you a view of her wonderful cleavage and said, "Monsieur Terrible! There you are! I know what the first thing I want is!" She picked you up with your medication and started walking over to the dressing rooms, where she approached a door with a gold plaque that had "Madame Bosomy" in bold letters across it. "I want..."
The announcer was now getting impatient, and before you could reply to Milly's last remark, the announcer cut you short. "Alright, each of you get into your own corners, these people are waiting, and I'm getting bored." Milly strutted over to your corner and gently deposited you on the arena's mat, bending over a great deal so you received an eyeful of her bursting cleavage; her breasts nearly spilling over, barely contained by her maid's outfit. As she was walking back to her own corner, she tripped over nothing, and went crashing down, giving you a view of her other end. You noticed her jet black panties, which had an elegant design to them, but tore your eyes away, determined to focus on the match. As Madame Bosomy finally got to her corner of the ring, the announcer roared into the mic, "This will consist of three rounds, if you can win two, you win the match, ok? ALRIGHT, LET THE MATCH... BEGIN!" and the crowd roared as well.
You dashed forward, confident that Milly would let you win this match, but your reduced height made your trip to the center of the ring nearly ten times as longer as it normally should have. Madame Bosomy was blissfully unaware that the match has started, or at least pretended to be, and started to dust off her blouse from when she fell. As you finally reached her, you let out your fiercest warcry, and charged the maid's left leg, which you bounced off of. Milly looked down to see what just bumped her, only to see you, on the floor, dazed and reeling from the impact. It finally hit Milly that the match started, and while it was too late to seem like your attack hurt her, her clumsiness kicked in, and as she took a step toward your prone body, she, once again, tripped. Milly did not land on top of you, but close enough that you felt the wind from the impact. You instinctively covered your head with your arms, and when you realized you weren't under anything, you looked around to an unfamiliar sight. After a couple of seconds, you realized that you were in between Madame Bosomy's thighs, and decided to take advantage of this, and quickly scaled her right leg. As you reached the top of her leg, you ran across her body and towards her upper back, then laid in a pinning position. "ONE! TWO! THREE! ROUND ONE IS OVER!" And the crowd roared. You could hear them cheer your name, and you couldn't feel any prouder of yourself.
You hopped off of Madame Bosomy and as she got up she said, "Congratulations Monsieur Terrible! You took advantage of me being 'top heavy,' non? Zat was very skillful of you, mon petite amour, but don't think ze next round will be as easy!" As you went back, you couldn't help but wonder about what she just said to you. "ROUND TWO! BEGIN!" This time, much to your surprise, (and dismay) Milly took the first steps of the match. Now while she wasn't sprinting at you, she was strutting over to you, her breasts swaying with each step. You were hypnotized by the sight before you, and couldn't move your body. By the time she reached you she bent over and picked you up. "It seems zat you are distracted Monsieur Terrible... But by what?" She paused and smiled, motioning towards her chest. "Is it because of these, mon petite amour? I think so~." As you snapped out of your stupor you realized that she separated her breasts with her left hand, and with her right, wedged you between her massive breasts. You could feel their weight, their warmth, their softness, and you were trapped between them. I must be in heaven, you thought, and at this point, the last thing on your mind was escaping your fleshy prison. Milly giggled and squealed with delight at the thought of a small man trapped between her perfect breasts, and started pressing her breasts together, pummeling you in between them. She kneeled down and continued to massage her huge breasts, getting aroused by the feeling. She bent over all the way, and let her full body weight sink onto you. You were losing oxygen fast, as her breasts started to become overbearing, and the breasts pressing down on you made you feel funny. As you were wedged there, you started to shrink, and realizing this you started to scream, but no one heard you, only Milly felt your cries for help muffled by her tits. "ONE, TWO, THREE! ROUND TWO GOES TO MADAME BOSOMY!" The crowd cheered again, shouting their praises to the busty maid who just dominated you with only her chest.
Madame Bosomy fished you out from between her boobs, and you gulped in as much air as you could. She noticed your new height, from six inches to am mere three, she looked at you with hungry eyes and said, "You are just so cute Monsieur Terrible! A girl could get used to having someone like you around..." The only thing you could do is blush heavily, and try not to stare at her chest which just smothered you.
"Alright you two, back to your corners," the announcer said.
"READY? BEGIN!"
You wouldn't make the same mistake twice, so instead of running forward, you started to run clockwise around the arena, while Milly just stood there smiling. As you approached her, she had a change of expression, and started to loom over you, as she bent over to pick you up, you saw her hand come down and attempt to snatch you from your position. You barely reacted in time, and with your new height, you had to dive even further than usual to escape, but unfortunately for you, her nail snagged on to your wrestling shorts, which you managed to escape from, but that left you naked as the day you were born, leaving your erect manhood exposed for all to see. As Milly brought her hand back up, feeling something, she looked into her hand, confident you were there, but when she saw only your shorts, she was surprised to see that you weren't there. As she searched around for you, you managed to make it underneath one of the arches of her high heels. You noticed that the heel you were under was slightly cracked, and with all the strength you could muster, you picked up your leg and slammed it into the crack, successfully breaking the heel. Madame Bosomy slipped and started to go down, extremely surprised that this fall was due to her standing still, and as she landed on her back, the wind was knocked out of her. You took advantage of this, and climbed straight up, and lied down on top of her breasts, Milly still unable to recover from her fall. "ONE! TWO! THREE!!! WE HAVE A WINNER!!!"
A feeling of euphoria washed over you as people cheered your name, your fans shouting for your attention, and them praising your efforts. You looked at Milly, who was giggling.
"Hey, thanks for letting me win, Madame Bosomy"
"Zat is not true, mon petit amour, you won all by yourself! Be proud Monsieur Terrible! But remember~ you still owe me zat service mon petit amour~!"
As you left the ring, Touko's assistant was waiting for you outside. "Congratulations Tommy, this is from Ms. Touko. She says good job." She bent down and handed you a brightly colored blue and pink pill. "Oh! Um... Thanks..." Now the pill was very large compared to you, and you wondered how you would take such a large piece of medicine, when Milly walks up to you. She bent over giving you a view of her wonderful cleavage and said, "Monsieur Terrible! There you are! I know what the first thing I want is!" She picked you up with your medication and started walking over to the dressing rooms, where she approached a door with a gold plaque that had "Madame Bosomy" in bold letters across it. "I want..."
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