Betty Brown (Wonder Bust)

You start to introduce yourself as you step into the aisle of lockers you heard the noise from, but your greeting is cut short by the stunning sight of a curvaceous, raven-haired beauty clad in a mask and the skimpiest leotard you've ever seen. Judging from her flamboyant appearance, you can only guess she's a wrestler, a drop-dead gorgeous one at that. Failing to notice you, she pleasantly hums to herself as she pulls her bag and a set of casual clothes from a locker, her tremendous breasts wobbling with every slight move she makes. You're distracted for a moment but **** yourself to snap out of it. If she really is a fellow wrestler here, you don't want to introduce yourself as some sort of creeper, silently gawping at her. Getting back to your original plan, you speak up to get her attention and ask for help.

At least, you would have, if she hadn't started to peel her spandex outfit off. You're astounded by the sight of this woman casually stripping in front of you, still blissfully unaware of your presence as she gradually bares her voluptuous body. You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the view, but you still get nervous, unsure of what to do. If you say or do anything that draws her attention too soon, she'll notice you, and, before you know it, Peeping Tom will be your new stage name here. You have to tread lightly, but it's really hard to focus with this sexy woman revealing more of herself to you with every passing second. Soon, she pulls her leotard down past her big, jiggly ass, and your mind goes blank as the outfit falls to her feet, fully revealing her naked figure.

Still humming to herself, the oblivious wrestler tosses her mask and leotard into her bag before changing into her casual clothes, done with her matches for the day. She struggles to put on a pair of shorts that are clearly a little small for her. You gawp as her enormous booty bounces and ripples deliciously before she can pull her shorts up all the way. After that, she pulls out a small belly shirt with the initials "WB" on it. She puts her arms and head through it, making her breasts bounce, before attempting to pull it down over her massive chest. She manages to get the shirt partway over her chest, starting to struggle, before she glances at the tall mirror on her locker door and spots your reflection. She pauses what she's doing and turns her head towards you, still leaving her chest mostly exposed.

Your heart races when your eyes meet with hers, fearing her reaction now that she's noticed you. A part of you wants to run before she has a chance to get pissed and label you a pervert, but that would only confirm her suspicions of you (It's not like you meant to watch her change). Maybe if you're lucky you can play this off for something else, defusing any awkwardness, but, in your panic, you can't come up with anything to say.

Suddenly, the woman speaks.