Yasmine wants to have some fun while she has you at her mercy

Yasmine looked over her shoulder, observing that her hips had filled the chair and completely hidden you from her view. The only sign that you were there, aside from your legs propped up on the foot stool in front of her, was the muffled buzzing noise of your attempts to communicate. "Hmhmm..." Yasmine chuckled softly as your hands pushed softly against her muscular ass cheeks but failed to lift her more than an inch a time, before she fell back onto your face. Yasmine considered that it was as if your attempts to escape were insincere, token efforts, more for show than any real desire to free yourself. What she didn't know was that you had shrunken so small that you weren't strong enough to lift her even if you really tried, even though she herself wasn't heavy by any means.

Placing her hands between her legs on your chest, Yasmine began delicately running her hands down your torso, feeling every muscle in your body. You tried not to think about how heavenly it was Yasmine's soft hands brushed across your skin, or how she was getting closer and closer to your crotch. Yasmine cooed happily, "I'm so pleased you chose to visit me before the match, Tommy. This way we have some time to..." Yasmine paused as she reached your hips, and spotted your towering erection straining at your wrestling shorts, "- get to know each other." Despite the urge to reach for your cock, to squeeze it and see just how much you were really aching for her, Yasmine continued stroking her hands down your legs, leaning forward until her soft chest had dropped into your lap.

Yasmine felt you gasp beneath her ass as your cock was weighed downwards by her heaving breasts, and snickered, "Hmm, I can feel some tension in these muscles of yours. You must be nervous about something. Or maybe... frustrated." Yasmine slowly shifted her chest back and forth, dragging her bosom across your cock as she listened for your felt you breathing heavily beneath her butt cheeks. Then she sat up, dragging the soft palms of her hands across your legs and towards your stomach as she slowly settled her weight directly onto your face again. You felt Yasmine practically tracing a path around your crotch with her fingers, before she rested her hands on your bare stomach, right above your groin. Yasmine spoke casually, as if her ass wasn't planted directly on top of your face, "Do you know what I like to do, when I'm feeling tense, Tommy?" The girl smirked behind her veil when she heard you actually responding to her question; you were more resilient to her teasing than she thought!

Keeping an eye on your shorts, Yasmine nonchalantly explained, "Any time I'm stressed, I like to get my hands on a nice, hard cock..." Yasmine couldn't keep a straight face anymore, as you shifted very uncomfortably beneath her, and she let out another soft giggle. Pretending not to notice your blatant arousal, Yasmine wiggled her ass down into the seat, nestling your face between her jiggling buttocks, and sighed, "It's just too bad that I'm in a women's wrestling league, and there aren't more men for me to play with..." You didn't know how to respond, but your heart was beating rapidly as you felt Yasmine's hands fidgeting against your abdomen, while her butt continued to press down against your entire face, with her warm, damp thong squishing right above your mouth and chin. Yasmine bounced up and down softly, bumping her thong-covered asshole against your nose once or twice, as she announced her thoughts, "If only there was someone around who could help me unwind!"

Yasmine grinned as she spotted your erection twitching against your shorts, and pretended to be surprised, "Oh, but what have we here..." Carefully, the girl hooked two thumbs under the waistband of your shorts, and slid them down, until your bare cock was exposed. Sensing your increasing excitement, and loving every minute of it, Yasmine reached out towards your manhood, biting her lip with anticipation as she did so. You grunted in surprise as the seductress reached out and grasped your shaft in one dainty hand, her touch shocking you. You bucked your hips as Yasmine gave your cock a few exploratory squeezes. Yasmine, who had been surprised and flattered by how rock-hard you had been, said in a syrupy voice, "It looks like today's my lucky day! My little friend Tommy brought me a gift, how sweet!"

Continuing to squeeze and slowly stroke your cock, Yasmine giggled as she felt you beginning to try and demand an answer for what she was doing, but without any real energy. To her, it sounded like you were more surprised, and completely under control, which is exactly how she wanted it. Yasmine leaned forward until her breasts had flattened against your abdomen, and your trembling cock was right in front of her eyes. She smirked cheerfully as she watched your erection pulsing between her fingers; clearly she had had quite the effect on you, and it had hardly taken much effort at all.

Sounding eager, the exotic girl let her warm breath wash over your groin, "Can you think of any way for me to repay such generosity, Tommy?" Due to this girl's massive booty crushing you into the chair, and her playful tugs at your cock ruining your concentration, you could barely respond. Yasmine felt smug when you couldn't manage any clever response to her question, and giggled, "No? Maybe I can think of something, then!" Without further warning, Yasmine leaned forward, puckering her lips and pulling her black veil aside, and then shoved the head of your cock into her mouth. You grunted in surprised as your cock brushed against Yasmine's warm, slippery tongue, which began running back and forth across the head of your cock. You simultaneously wanted to get out of this room, to preserve your dignity as a wrestler, but on the other hand this felt soooo good. You pushed at Yasmine's hips, trying to get her to lift her ass just enough for you to get a breath of air and speak to her, but she hardly budged. Instead, feeling your hands fondling at her huge rear, Yasmine giggled and began gyrating her hips into the chair, sinking your face deeper into her ass crack. All the while, she was swirling your cock around in her mouth, with her thick, lipstick covered lips sealed tightly around your shaft.

Yasmine was having the time of her life, with you. She was particularly enjoying seeing how much of your cock she could fit into her mouth at once, as you squirmed in ecstasy beneath her, which she took as a compliment. Yasmine thought ironically that you just might be her new favorite wrestler in the league, even though she'd only known you for a short time. Yasmine had a small debate with herself; she really wanted to finish you off right here and now, just to prove that she could, but she also thought about leaving that just a liiiittle bit longer. Maybe till the match, or after? Yeah, that would be more fun, she thought. Plus, she was curious to see how well you'd hold up in a match against her if you were already a little "distracted."

After a few minutes of sucking at your cock, right when she thought you might be about to burst into her mouth, Yasmine sat up, slowly, and listened to you groaning beneath her. "Mmmm..." Yasmine licked her lips, "That was fun!" She bounced up and down in the chair a few more times, enjoying the feeling of your face wedging into her ass crack, before she finally shifted forwards, placing her ass on your abdomen and chest. You gasped for air as your head, nearly embedded in the chair's cushions, was revealed. You tried to sit up, only to realize you were still pinned down as Yasmine's ass squashed against your stomach. She twisted around and, behind the veil concealing most of her features, you were positive you saw a look of smug self-satisfaction on the girl's beautiful face as she spoke sweetly, "Sorry we had to cut out little introduction short, Tommy, But the match is about to start, and I figured it would be unfair for me to leave you... exhausted for your first match." You grit your teeth, trying to ignore the frustration this girl had caused you, and said, "I understand... Maybe afterwards, we could meet up, and I can show you how I unwind." You blushed at your own confidence, where had that come from? It's almost like Yasmine's presence just made you want to impress her. Yasmine herself seemed surprised for a split second, before she grinned cutely. With one hand the girl reached down and lightly rolled your cock against her inner thigh, just to watch you squirm she said, "Ooh, how could I resist such an offer?" After having her fun frustrating you one final time, Yasmine swung her legs to one side over the chair and stood up, but not after giving your cock one final little squeeze as she ascended.

You hurried to pull your shorts back up, and stood, only to notice something strange. You... seemed shorter. Oh crap, that's right! You had shrunk under Yasmine! Your face was actually below her chest, now! God damnit! Yasmine, ever the sweetheart, didn't seem to notice or mention it as she lightly took your hand and led you towards the door. You were given plenty of time to stare at Yasmine's swaying hips as she strode forward; was she doing that just for you? Yasmine stopped before the door so suddenly that you bumped into her, as she continued pulling you forward by the arm. Yasmine smirked as she felt your hips (and your still raging erection) collide against her enormous ass, before she turned around, draping her slender forearms over your shoulders as she said, "You know, Tommy, I had another fun idea. If you win the match, I might need some help relaxing afterwards, and it would be very nice if you'd keep me company. If I win... then maybe I could make it up to you by finishing my ah, massage?" Yasmine smirked and pressed her breasts together for you, in a tantalizing display, that made you almost melt as you mumble out, "Y-yeah... that w-would be great!"

Yasmine grinned and slid her hands from your shoulders, "See you in the ring then, Tommy." Then she closed her door, giving you one final flirty smile before vanishing. You realized that you had been so distracted that she had lead you outside her room without you even noticing. As you stumbled down the halls in daze, you also realized that Yasmine Bishara had gotten you to agree to come back to her room after the match, no matter who won... that clever girl. She must have been excited to spend more time with you. Not that you were complaining; she was gorgeous, and clearly enjoyed had a thing for you. You just hoped that she'd keep her word to go easy on you for your first fight, giving you at least a sporting chance at getting some of that growth serum from Miss Hizuki. You weren't sure how fun all of Yasmine's teasing would be if you were any smaller than you currently were.

It took you a few minutes of bumbling around in the hallways of the building, but you finally pushed two double doors open and found yourself facing an auditorium of cheering people, with spotlights all pointing towards a center stage. A booming voice, that you recognized as Touko Hizuki, came over the speakers, "LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, OUR FIRST-TIME CONTENDER OF THE HOUR, TOMMY THE TERRIBLE!" You grinned as you were met with applause and cheering; you hadn't expected such a warm welcome for your first match ever, as you made your way down the path towards the ring.