You head into the crowd, on your own

The blonde girl anxiously vying for your attention looked a little too overzealous, you thought. You felt another twinge in your balls as you watched her bouncing around, and decided it would be wise to avoid any uncomfortable situations in your current exhausted, aroused state. The last thing you wanted was to get shrunken by some fangirl. So you turned and headed off towards a gap in the metal barriers that was keeping the audience back, figuring you'd find your way out eventually, with or without directions.

Searching for the exit path, you wormed your way past dozens of women in the crowd, using your short stature to remain unseen. Of course, being so short had the drawback of making it very easy to get lost. All you could see was a forest of long legs and smooth waists in every direction. As you blindly ambled around, you overhead several conversations commenting on how unfair the fight seemed. Many girls sounded like they were disappointed that Yasmine lost, and when you looked up you realized many of them were wearing clothing branded with the Belly Dancer's picture or name. Had you stumbled into Yasmine's section of the crowd or something? That probably wasn't good... With a bit more gusto, you headed towards what looked like the edge of the crowd, hoping to get out of this area before someone spotted you and decided to "get back" at you for beating their favorite wrestler.

Carefully stepping between women, you were doing your best to avoid getting trampled despite the jam-packed cluster of fans milling about. Despite your efforts, it wasn't uncommon for a girl to accidentally brush a leg across your face, trip you, or step into you and bump your face off their bare stomach. Most hardly noticed though, and those who did usually only giggled or apologized as you brushed yourself off. After some stumbling around you managed get within sight of the exit path, where the crowd was noticeably more dense packed, presumably as women waited to get a chance to meet any of the wrestlers coming or going. You thought you saw a part in the crowd, leading towards the walkway you had been trying to find, and headed in that direction.

You were about to reach the very edge, where the metal barriers separated the audience from the pathway the wrestlers used, when you saw something at your feet. After carefully making sure you weren't about to get trampled by some clumsy girl from behind, you picked it up; it looked like a phone with a cracked screen, probably belonging to one of the nearby girls. You glanced around, wondering who's it could have been, when something bumped into you. You stumbled and caught your balance, before noticing that a red haired girl had just accidentally backed into you and knocked her hips, which were gigantic and only clad in a pathetically short pencil skirt, against you. She seemed to be distracted with scanning the ground around her feet for something. Obviously, the phone was hers!

Forgiving her brain rattling hip-check from earlier, you stepped around her wide hips so you were between her and the metal barrier, and politely tapped her on the arm. You held the phone up helpfully with a smile as she turned around with an annoyed expression on her face. You looked up at the redheaded girl, and offered a friendly, "I think you dropped this." As soon as she saw what you were holding out to her, the girl's eyes went wide and she exclaimed, "Oh shit, my phone!" before snatching it out of your hands without so much as a thankful smile. Then she whirled around, filling your vision with her enormous rear end as she started examining the damage to her phone, nearly smashing her ass crack right into your face once again. You could hear her whining to a friend about her 'stupid phone' as she prissily stomped a foot, making her ass jiggle right in front of your face some more. You felt pretty irritated about being dismissed so rudely, but decided this vapid girl wasn't worth the aggravation: you'd done a good deed, and hey, you were at the edge of the crowd! You'd just have to squeeze past this girl, climb the barrier, and you'd be on your way. At least, that's what you were about to do, but as soon as you turned to leave you noticed that the redhead had shifted her weight so that her massive ass was sticking right between you and the pathway.

You sighed as you looked around, seeing more tightly packed girls in practically every direction; it seemed like you'd either have squeeze past this girl, or find another way around.