Unorthodox Introductions
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 3
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superdude9
“Introduce him to some of our wrestlers, alright?” Touko stated, smiling. “I mean, he should get a firm grip on his competition if he wants to be normal sized any time soon.” The gigantic Asian girl giggled and then strolled off down the hallway.
You were dumbstruck by how little care she seemed to show for the horrible situation you had been thrust into against your will. You were about to call after her, but the attendant holding you suddenly tightened her grip, squeezing your chest flat. She walked off in the opposite direction that Touko had gone, and your futile attempts at struggling were useless. Your life was entirely in her hands (literally) at this point.
The attendant walked at a brisk pace, and she appeared to be quite nervous having to handle you. It was clear that she didn’t have any experience with shrunken people, but why would she? The girl walked for a good five minutes or so before heading into a plush and comfy looking room. The room had two chairs and a couch, as well as a large plasma TV. There was also a refrigerator and a microwave. You figured that it was a lounge for the wrestlers.
The attendant glanced around, and her shoulders slumped when she saw that the lounge was empty. Even still, she set you down on the couch, finally relinquishing her iron grip on your body. Your chest started to reform as you gazed up at her.
“A few of our wrestlers should be showing up any minute now.” The attendant assured you, wiping her forehead. “So…uh…bye!” She then ran off. Your throat was still to crushed for you to speak, and you simply watched her leave the room. To your surprise, the panicked employee actually shut off the lights and closed the door on her way out. Now you were in total darkness.
After a few minutes, you had reformed back to normal, or at least what passed for normal now. You still weren’t used to your six-inch-tall body, and you doubted you ever truly would be. The room was still pitch black, so there wasn’t much to do but sit and wait. Hopefully, someone would come into the room soon, and then everything would turn out alright.
As if your own thoughts had a direct effect on reality, the door suddenly swung open. The lights were turned on, momentarily blinding you. As you blinked rapidly to adjust your eyes, three curvaceous beauties had walked into the room. By the time your vision had adjusted, the three female wrestlers had closed the door behind them, and were walking into the room.
“I call the couch!” A high-pitched voice cried out. You heard three foot stomps, and then a shadow passed over your body. You glanced up, and saw a huge butt clad in a tight pink pair of bikini bottoms hover above you, as one of the wrestlers vaulted over the back of the couch. You dove out of the way as fast as you could, but didn’t make it out unscathed.
Your left foot up to your waist remained trapped as the titanic giantess landed on the sofa. Thankfully, your body flattened immediately, and was then able to easily slide out from under the girl. However, your shorts were not so lucky, and tore clean off. As the girl adjusted in her seat, your tiny shorts were blown in between the couch cushions, lost forever.
You weren’t paying full attention to your surroundings, and ended up falling off of the couch, landing harshly on the floor by the girl’s feet. You crawled away to safety, and then after catching your breath, took stock of your situation.
The girl sitting on the couch was none other than Patty Pollock, The Pink Princess. Her thick hourglass figure was crammed into a skimpy two-piece bikini that was, of course, pink. Candace Bell, the Bad Teacher, was sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, her full attention on a book. Her big breasts were spilling from her top, and her mini-skirt was way too short to cover anything.
Behind the couch was Yasmine Bishara, The Belly Dancer. The exotic beauty was wearing headphones, and appeared to be practicing her dance moves. You were entranced by the sight of her hips swaying side-to-side, and her curves jiggling with every motion.
As Patty flicked on the TV, you realized that you were still in a fairly dangerous situation. None of these wrestling goddesses had noticed you yet, and you needed to get their attention if you wanted any help at all. It wouldn’t be an easy task, for sure, but you had to make a decision.
You were dumbstruck by how little care she seemed to show for the horrible situation you had been thrust into against your will. You were about to call after her, but the attendant holding you suddenly tightened her grip, squeezing your chest flat. She walked off in the opposite direction that Touko had gone, and your futile attempts at struggling were useless. Your life was entirely in her hands (literally) at this point.
The attendant walked at a brisk pace, and she appeared to be quite nervous having to handle you. It was clear that she didn’t have any experience with shrunken people, but why would she? The girl walked for a good five minutes or so before heading into a plush and comfy looking room. The room had two chairs and a couch, as well as a large plasma TV. There was also a refrigerator and a microwave. You figured that it was a lounge for the wrestlers.
The attendant glanced around, and her shoulders slumped when she saw that the lounge was empty. Even still, she set you down on the couch, finally relinquishing her iron grip on your body. Your chest started to reform as you gazed up at her.
“A few of our wrestlers should be showing up any minute now.” The attendant assured you, wiping her forehead. “So…uh…bye!” She then ran off. Your throat was still to crushed for you to speak, and you simply watched her leave the room. To your surprise, the panicked employee actually shut off the lights and closed the door on her way out. Now you were in total darkness.
After a few minutes, you had reformed back to normal, or at least what passed for normal now. You still weren’t used to your six-inch-tall body, and you doubted you ever truly would be. The room was still pitch black, so there wasn’t much to do but sit and wait. Hopefully, someone would come into the room soon, and then everything would turn out alright.
As if your own thoughts had a direct effect on reality, the door suddenly swung open. The lights were turned on, momentarily blinding you. As you blinked rapidly to adjust your eyes, three curvaceous beauties had walked into the room. By the time your vision had adjusted, the three female wrestlers had closed the door behind them, and were walking into the room.
“I call the couch!” A high-pitched voice cried out. You heard three foot stomps, and then a shadow passed over your body. You glanced up, and saw a huge butt clad in a tight pink pair of bikini bottoms hover above you, as one of the wrestlers vaulted over the back of the couch. You dove out of the way as fast as you could, but didn’t make it out unscathed.
Your left foot up to your waist remained trapped as the titanic giantess landed on the sofa. Thankfully, your body flattened immediately, and was then able to easily slide out from under the girl. However, your shorts were not so lucky, and tore clean off. As the girl adjusted in her seat, your tiny shorts were blown in between the couch cushions, lost forever.
You weren’t paying full attention to your surroundings, and ended up falling off of the couch, landing harshly on the floor by the girl’s feet. You crawled away to safety, and then after catching your breath, took stock of your situation.
The girl sitting on the couch was none other than Patty Pollock, The Pink Princess. Her thick hourglass figure was crammed into a skimpy two-piece bikini that was, of course, pink. Candace Bell, the Bad Teacher, was sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, her full attention on a book. Her big breasts were spilling from her top, and her mini-skirt was way too short to cover anything.
Behind the couch was Yasmine Bishara, The Belly Dancer. The exotic beauty was wearing headphones, and appeared to be practicing her dance moves. You were entranced by the sight of her hips swaying side-to-side, and her curves jiggling with every motion.
As Patty flicked on the TV, you realized that you were still in a fairly dangerous situation. None of these wrestling goddesses had noticed you yet, and you needed to get their attention if you wanted any help at all. It wouldn’t be an easy task, for sure, but you had to make a decision.
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May 31, 2023
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