You talk to the bouncy fangirl

Well, when a big, busty girl like that is that excited to get your attention, how could you possibly say no? Maybe after you humor her, you can ask her the best way out of here; at least, that’s the excuse you keep telling yourself as you walk over to the bubbly blonde, the sight of her tremendously bouncing breasts already making you briefly forget about your “little” problem and the risks it entails. You exit the ring and worm your way through the crowd of beautiful, curvy women to reach your new fan, trying (unsuccessfully) to avoid bumping into thick legs, smooth waists, and round asses along the way. Your severely reduced size gives you some room for maneuverability, sure, but, if you’re not careful, it’d be easy for you to get lost--or flattened--while moving through this sea of women. Fortunately, it’s not hard to spot your super-fan in the crowd. She lost sight of you as you ducked into the crowd, but she’s still making a one-woman spectacle of herself by excitedly bouncing in place and cheering your name, still running on the high your performance in the ring gave her. Saying she’s taking a liking to you would probably be an understatement.

You approach the bouncing blonde from the side and, as you do, quickly take note of her outfit: a pair of tight leggings and a small, black tank top with the letters DWA emblazoned on it, signalling her fangirl status to you. She hasn’t noticed you yet, so you clear your throat and tap her on the waist to get her attention, trying your best not to gawp at her wobbling ass or bouncing breasts as you look up at her. Confused by the interruption, the girl stops her cheering and looks down, eventually spotting you past her well-endowed chest as she turns in place. She gasps upon seeing you, and, just from the look on her face, you can see a silent but intense excitement quickly welling up in her, like she just met the world’s biggest celebrity.

“Hey there! I’m Tommy, Tommy the Terrible,” you say up to her, happy that you clearly seem to be making this girl’s day.

Words failing her for a moment, the girl lets out a loud, drawn-out squeal as she wildly bounces in place again, overjoyed that you’re here. Eventually, she speaks. “Ohmygoshohmygosh! I can’t believe it! It’s really you! You’re really here! You’re really talking to me,” she sings while excitedly clapping her hands together.

You’re a little taken aback by her energy, but you can’t help but smile at this girl’s excitement upon seeing you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the ego boost she’s giving you right now. If anything, you kinda need it, after all you’ve been through today. However, you do find it a little odd that she’s gotten like this after only seeing you wrestle once so far, but, since she seems nice enough, you don’t think too much of it. “Wow, hehe, that’s a lot of energy there,” you say to her, trying your best to sound like the confident wrestling star she seems to think you are. “I take it you really liked the match?”

“Liked it!? I loved it,” she gushes as she suddenly stops bouncing and quickly bends forward, bringing her gorgeous face close to yours while inadvertently giving you a glorious view of her hanging cleavage. “I’ve always been a longtime fan of all the women wrestlers here, each one so strong and sexy,” she explains in admiration. “So I was surprised when I heard that they were gonna add a guy into the mix. I thought it was just gonna be a cheap gimmick that I would hate, but boy was I wrong,” she cheers. “I never thought the new guy was gonna be a little cutie like you. You looked so adorable in that match, rolling around in your cute shorts against big, sultry Yasmine. Oh, and the cute faces you made whenever she got a hold of you were to die for. Even when you made a comeback and pinned her, it seemed like both of you were having a grand old time while she was squeezing you between her legs. Needless to say, Mr. The Terrible, you stole the show, and my heart,” the busty blonde says as she affectionately places a hand on her chest, letting it slightly sink against her flesh.

“Uhh…” You have to admit, this wasn’t the kind of praise you were expecting from your first-ever fan. You were hoping she was gonna tell you how strong or cool you looked in that match, not how “adorable” you looked. Sure, Yasmine let you win that match, but she doesn’t know that...you think (Her wording when she described you “pinning” Yasmine makes you worried she somehow managed to actually see what was really going on between the two of you back then). Regardless, she’s your first fan, the first of many, you hope, so, to keep her happy, you try to roll with it and keep up appearances. Practicing your posturing, you puff out your chest out and say, “Welp, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, little lady. Just keep an eye out for me, cause I’m on a warpath that’s heading straight for the top, and no one’s gonna stand in my way. Soon everyone here will tremble at the name of Tommy the Terrible!” As you say that last part, you flex your muscles a little and give the girl a confident wink in an attempt to make her swoon, which she finds adorable.

“Oh, be still, my heart,” she says playfully as she presses her hand deeper against her breast, making it spill past her fingers. Ok, since your fan seems satisfied now, you decide now might be a good time to ask for directions, but, before you can, she quickly speaks up again, excited by the idea that popped in her head. “Oooh, oooh! Before you go, could you do me a huge favor and sign an autograph for me?”

“Sure, but, uh, do you happen to have a pen or something on you? These things don’t exactly have any pockets,” you say as you lightly pat your wrestling shorts.

A mischievous gleam comes from the fangirl’s eye for a moment, as if she was hoping you’d say that. A flirty smile appears on her face as she stands back to her full height and slowly traces her hands up and down her curvaceous body, pretending to search too. “Oh darn,” she says coquettishly. “I’m sure I brought along something to write with, but where'd I put it? It must be around here somewhere.” You’re transfixed on her as she “searches,” sliding one hand up towards her chest and another down to her wide hips, gently squeezing herself as she does so. Eventually, the blonde woman bends over towards you again, giving you another close look at her cleavage. “Where could it be?” You watch as she uses both arms to heft her chest, making her huge melons bulge out of her skimpy top towards you. As she does so, you notice something partially revealed from within her sea of cleavage: a black marker. Now you know for sure that she’s only having fun with you, but, since she’s your first fan, you decide to indulge here.

“Uh, could that be it,” you ask, meekly pointing at the foreign object between her huge tits.

She looks down and feigns surprise at you finding it. “Oh, there it is! Thanks, Mr. The Terrible. Sorry, since I don’t have any pockets either, I’ve developed a habit of using my boobs to store stuff. Only thing is: these babies are so big that I can easily loose stuff between them if I’m not careful,” she explains before goading you. “Well go on, cutie. Take it, if you think you can handle it.”

Not wanting to displease your fan, you cautiously reach for the marker in her cleavage. Your fingers grasp the tip of the marker without getting too deep, but you can’t easily pull it out. Wait, is she purposely holding the marker in place by squeezing her breasts together? She grabs your wrist. “Not like that, silly. You have to really get in there if you want to get it out.” She plunges your hand into her deep cleavage, swallowing it with ease. You manage to get a full grip on the marker, but your fan playfully gives her breasts another firm squeeze to keep you like that for a few more moments, making you savor the smooth, warm sensation of her breasts.

Finally, after some effort, you manage to pull the marker out. The blonde giggles as you try to recompose yourself. “Ok, so we’ve got a marker now. Where do I sign,” you ask. Your fan doesn’t answer. Rather, she stifles a few more giggles as she hefts her massive chest some more and inches it closer to you, showing off the acres of smooth, creamy space she has for you to write on. “Oh, right…,” you say, finally putting the pieces together. “So, who am I writing this to?”

“My name’s Courtney,” she says eagerly. Formally introduced to your fan, you go on to write “To Courtney: my BIGGEST fan. Best regards, Tommy the Terrible” on her chest, a little proud of the double entendre you added. When you finish, Courtney stands back up to admire your handiwork on her chest. She squeals and bounces in place again. “Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyou!!”

“Sure, no problem. Anything for a--”

Courtney quickly grabs you and pulls you in for a hug to show her gratitude. It takes you by surprise, but the sensation is far from unpleasant. The only difficulty is finding space to breathe, as Courtney is pressing your face and chest directly against her overwhelming breasts as she bounces in place. You let this play out for a few moments to satisfy Courtney, but the stirring in your crotch caused by the prolonged, tantalizing contact of her breasts against you reminds you that you shouldn’t stay here for much longer, lest you shrink even more. You gently press your arms against Courtney in a bid to move away, signalling the end of the hug to her, but, as soon as you do, she only squeezes you harder, pressing you further against her breasts. Either she really likes hugs or...Suddenly, you’re startled by the sensation of her hands rubbing up and down your back, sending tingles to your spine. Crap, you’ve got to get out of here! But, squeezed against Courtney like this, it’s impossible not to think about the soft sensation of her giant, marshmallowy breasts. Before long, you feel that familiar tingling sensation erupt through your whole body.