Becky wears you like a sling bikini

A fun thought crept into Becky's mind, making her beautiful face twist into malicious sneer. She hadn't seen anything in the room that would be big enough to wear for clothing, but YOU looked like you might be just big enough to form some kind of human bikini. Of course, any caring or thoughtful woman would never consider wearing a man like clothing just because he was small enough for it, but Becky was not a caring or thoughtful person. Reaching down between her legs again, Becky grabbed you by the waist and lifted you (with surprising ease) from beneath her, though she made no effort to prevent your face from grinding along the length of her ass crack, panties, and crotch as she pulled you along. Coyly hinting at her plans for you, Becky murmured, "If only I had something to weeaarrr before I left..."

You wiped a light sheen of ass sweat from your face, and shouted over at the towering girl, "Ack, finally! Can I go now? It's not like I'm a fucking tailor or something who can help you cover those up." You gestured impatiently to Becky's utterly huge breasts, which were jostling around in front of you in a very attention-grabbing manner.

Becky's smile didn't falter as she brought you a little bit closer, nearly brushing you against her ballooning chest, "Oh but you will help me cover these up, little man! Here, let me show you how..." Before you even knew what was happening, Becky had spun you upside-down, hanging your face right by her panty-clad hips as she did something with your feet. You felt Becky spreading your legs and tying something around your ankles, as she suddenly hugged your hips to her protruding breasts.

Confused, you stammered, "Hey! The fuck are you doing, Becky?"

Pleasantly humming to herself as she worked, Becky responded, "Well I need something to cover up my huge, rockin body, right? I mean, none of my old clothes fit at this size!" The skirt that was practically painted across her hips was a testament to that, as were the black thong straps digging in to her supple hips. Becky, haphazardly tying your ankles to her ripped blouse, continued, "And you're body is the only thing around here that will fit, so you're gonna be my sling bikini for the day while I'm all big and stuff. Think you can handle that, shrimp?" The casual tone that Becky spoke in almost made you double-take. She was turning you into a piece of clothing!?

You realized that she wasn't joking when she finished tying your ankles to either side of her open blouse, strapping your legs across her massive chest. Becky's smug face was hidden from you; if you bent your neck and looked up (which was 'down' for you), all you could see was her smooth stomach, and then her two spherical breasts hanging off her chest like a canopy of feminine flesh that your hips were mashed up against. You flexed your legs, trying to separate yourself from her, and were rewarded with the sight of Becky's breasts jiggling against your immobile legs. Angered, you shouted at her bare stomach, "Are you KIDDING me!? Why can't you just go back to your normal size; then your old clothes will fit!" Becky paused for a moment; she hadn't even considered that. Her first thought had been to use your tiny body like a bikini, and then she had never bothered to think of an alternative solution, since that seemed good enough for her. Nevermind the fact that there were a dozen other ways for her to cover herself up that didn't involve wearing a tiny man like a piece of lingerie...

Deciding to go ahead with her plan anyway, since it seemed like a fun idea (and she had already started anyway), Becky looked over her shoulder as she casually grabbed your arms and wrapped them around her legs in an attempt to tie your upper body in place, "Eh, I don't really feel like it. It's so much more fun being big! Not that you'd know anything about that, I guess, hah." Becky trailed off with a smirk, proud of her demeaning little snub, as she wiggled her round hips to try and stretch your meager limbs over her butt cheeks. Though she didn't mean to, this also had the effect of dragging your face into the crevice between her pudgy thighs, until you were sealed up to your neck between her legs. Unfortunately for you, your face came to a rest right beneath each of the bothersome girl's huge butt cheeks, leaving your mouth pressed up against the hot center of her ass crack, while you could barely see anything but a sliver of light between each of her mammoth cheeks. Too distracted to notice your face pushing into her round backside, Becky sighed when she couldn't get your arms all the way around her butt; she was too big! Your hands barely reached the sides of her huge round cheeks, meaning she couldn't tie them to her thong like she had hoped. Becky stubbornly yanked on your arms in an impatient fit, smashing your chest against her warm thighs over and over, but made no progress with making you actually fit any better. After a few seconds of feeling annoyed, Becky grabbed one of your spare shorts, and used it to bind your wrists together across her ass so that your arms were wrapping from her crotch (where your shoulder vanished between her thighs), around her legs, and then across her huge, jiggly butt cheeks.

Finally completing her task, Becky happily took a single massive step over to a wall-size mirror to get a look at herself, grinding your body against her own as she hopped over, and sang, "All dooone!" You felt your hands uncontrollably rubbing against each of Becky's perfectly smooth buttocks when she shifted her weight to either side, which made you grumble as you ruefully considered how heavenly soft and arousing this bitch of a girl was. After bending down so she could see into the mirror (which was only 8 feet tall), Becky smiled at the sight of her massive, curvy body. She looked HUGE, and the tiny man strapped across her frontside only accentuated that aspect further, in a way that she really found appealing. Becky admired her reflection; her heaving breasts were softly overflowing each of your spread knees, your torso was hung across her stomach like a sling, and then your arms tightly embraced her hips. Becky laughed when your head was nowhere to be seen, as it just vanished after your neck, which was pressed right up against her soft crotch and thigh. Turning around to check out her backside, Becky's satisfied smile grew when she saw how shapely her booty had become; not only would it be at head-height for most people (making it impossible to ignore), but it was maaassive. Becky glanced down, wondering where your head was, since she still couldn't see any sign of it. It wasn't until she felt something buzzing beneath her ass crack that she suddenly realized with amusement where you had been for the last five minutes.

Still mad about what Becky had said earlier, you had been yelling defiantly against the selfish giantess' ass. Curious to hear what you had to say, Becky used two hands to spread her ass just far enough to give you room to breathe. As Becky's thick, warm butt cheeks slowly peeled from your face, bathing you in sudden light, you repeated sternly, "You don't FEEL like it?! So just because you don't wanna shrink down to fit into your clothes, I have to get my face crammed up your fat ass?!" You did your best to sound threatening, while also desperately attempting to keep your eyes from staring Becky's tight pink asshole, which was resting just above where your face was sealed. The totally care-free smirk that Becky was giving you through the mirror was really pissing you off, though.

Listening to you try and berate her, Becky was only amused with how badly you were trying to sound tough while your face was mashed into her ass crack. It was basically the least threatening thing she'd ever seen or heard. Sounding indifferent to your plight, Becky asked back, "Mmmmm, yeah? So?" Becky's smug grin only grew as she watched you turning red with anger.

"So? SO!?!? SO I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR FUCKING BIKINI, BECKY, NOW -MMF!" Becky cut you off by letting her buttocks slip from her hands, so that they slammed back together over your face with a massive bounce.

Watching through the mirror as your scowling face disappeared into her huge wobbling butt, Becky exclaimed, "Haha, boooorriiiiing!" and then she giggled when she felt your whole body flexing and twisting as you tried to get back at her somehow. Of course, with each of your limbs bound and your head beneath her ass, there was literally nothing you could do but rub against her. Becky continued to watch her ass quaking for several seconds as it slowly worked off it's nearly unstoppable momentum, and smiled as she felt your still screaming face jiggling along it's underside the entire time. This was turning out to be even more fun than she had expected!

Becky was smiling merrily as she let her ass wobble around your whole face, while you tried to reiterate how little you wanted to be a piece of clothing for this bratty, 10' girl. Knowing you couldn't reply for the time being, Becky put her hands on her still swaying hips and said innocently, "Y'know, Tommy, I just realized something. I don't think it's fair that all your fans at the Q and A thingy are gonna miss out on a chance to talk to a wrestling superstar, just because you're so busy hugging my big ol' butt down there. Don't you agree?" You already knew where Becky was going with this, but as you angrily flexed your body to try and tear the cloth around your wrists or feet, your head remained too smothered to speak. Becky the muscles in your arms straining with all your might, as you squeezed her hips in a way that she found delightfully sensual. Completely ignoring you, Becky continued, "Well, lucky for them, I happen to have an opening in my busy, busy schedule! I bet they'd all loooove to see the new and improved Becky. Whaddya think, should I pop over and say hello?" She was going to wear you like a bikini, AND steal your first professional appearance!? God damn her! Becky felt a buzzing noise erupt against her ass as your yelling mouth rubbed against her butt crack. Playing dumb to the telltale signs of your rage, Becky said, "Well okay, if you insist!" Taking one last satisfied look at her amazing body in the mirror, Becky grinned and began pumping her massive legs as she headed for the door.

While Becky had been standing still, your position had been almost tolerable, since the heat and immense pressure was at least offset by the stillness, but once Becky's massive legs had lurched into motion it became significantly worse. You felt a brief and uncomfortable pressure as Becky hunched over and stuffed herself through the double-doors to the locker rooms, but that was nothing compared to once she had gotten into the back halls and begun walking. You could feel Becky's gigantic ass cheeks, each of them larger than your torso, pumping and smooshing into your face or rubbing against your hands with every one of her long strides. Step, step, step... left, right, left... squish, squash, squish... and so it went. There was only a fraction of a second of peace between each footfall, when her butt cheeks bounced against your face and occasionally parted ever so slightly, during which you tried to draw breath. What you had been too distracted and angry to notice before, but was now becoming very clearly apparent to you, was that Becky had positioned your hips right against her cleavage, and now you were paying the price. With every step, Becky's outlandish breasts rose and then fell, slamming against your entire lower body with great ****. But, specifically, you noticed that your hard cock was being jostled in every direction against her silky smooth cleavage; apparently your anger had done nothing to reduce your groins enthusiasm for Becky's soft, jiggling body.

Meanwhile, Becky was too busy enjoying her walk to notice much of what she was putting you through. The building's high ceilings gave her enough room to walk comfortably, though some corridors proved to be a bit of a tight squeeze for her, and Becky wasn't really the graceful or cautious type (especially with a body that weighed nearly half a ton). When her attention slipped for a moment, Becky accidentally bumped her bulky hips against a wall, causing her ass to shake like crazy as it rebounded with a big -thud-, while nearly crushing one of Touko's very startled assistant girls flat. Becky was so clumsy with her motion that she actually put a dent in the drywall with her ass, but only giggled and she sauntered away; that was someone else's problem to clean up.

Becky didn't mind the somewhat cramped halls, though; she was kind of enjoying taking up all the space with her amazing body. Really, this all had been going better than she had ever dreamed, even after Touko tried explaining earlier what would happen. At the time, Becky had tuned out after the phrase "careful or you'll burst out of your clothes" was mentioned, because that was all she had needed to hear to convince her it was a good idea. And, icing on the cake, she had found you in such a **** position; nude, in the locker rooms! Becky really couldn't have asked for better luck. Speaking of you... Becky glanced down over one shoulder, grinning a she caught sight of one of your hands sinking into her plush ass cheek. At first she vainly assumed you were trying to feel her up as much of her as possible, but after a few seconds of feeling your hands squeezing her butt, she realized you were feebly attempting to stop her from bouncing around so much as she walked, which was even funnier to her. Just for her own amusement, and because she had been getting bored from the long walk, Becky started putting a little extra sway in her hips as she walked, forcing your chest and face to swing from side to side along with her gigantic ass.

It wasn't until she felt something poking into her chest, that Becky finally glanced down at her frontside for the first time in a while. Wondering what the hell could be jabbing into her so much, Becky Peters craned her neck a bit to look over the curve of her heaving bosom. She was greeted by the sight of your cock, waving in the air and randomly slapping against her tits, as your naked hips shook back and forth along with her chest's unpredictable movements. Suddenly remembering that she had tied your groin right across her chest in her haste to clothe herself, Becky realized how she must have been driving you crazy with all of her bouncing this whole time, without even noticing till now. Becky asked coyly, "I thought you said you didn't want to be my bikini, Tommy? Because I gotta say, it looks like you were basically made for it. Plus, like, you seem to be getting real grabby down there, for someone who supposedly ISN'T having fun!" Becky reached back with one hand and effortlessly squeezed her butt cheek to the side, giving you just enough space to shout, I DON'T AND I'M NOT! though your voice was still somewhat muffled by her other buttock.

Having sprung her trap, Becky let her butt bounce back into place, as she mused, "Hmm, really? Then what's THIS little thing?" Then Becky reached up with one hand and gracelessly flicked the back of your cock, rebounding it into her cleavage. As the head of your dick wedged itself between her massive tits and began jiggling along with every step she took, Becky mentioned smugly, "Your dick feels pretty hard for someone who said he wasn't having fun, heehee!" She watched for a few seconds as your erection was softly and unstoppably kneaded by her immense jugs, loving the fact that she could **** you with just her body's size and jiggly nature without any extra effort on her part. All she had to do was take a single step, and your cock was slammed between her tits! Becky flattered herself further by considering how easy it had been for her to arouse you, clearly, despite all your complaining earlier.

At this point, Becky had already decided that you were basically the best "toy" she had ever found. Not that she had any good reason to dislike you personally, but she was just the kind of girl to push someone's buttons because she could, and you happened to be her current target. As she neared the conference room, Becky wondered how long you'd be able to hold out, either mentally or physically, against her teasing. As she watched your erection plunging into her cleavage in a way that she hoped was aggravating for you, Becky wondered what else she could get away with. Sooner or later, she figured you'd have to either cum uncontrollably against her, snap and go crazy, or find some way to escape. She kind of hoped the first thing would happen, but she was curious just how long it would take. She was pretty confident that she could finish you off in mere seconds, if she bothered to actually put the effort in, but she was kind of having fun seeing how horny she could make you just incidentally. Plus, after her match with you, Becky had really wanted another chance at harassing you, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity for it. Someone had to teach the new-guy his proper place, after all!

Wanting another ego-boost, Becky stopped just outside the door to the conference room and watched her breasts wobbling around your throbbing penis, "How's that boner of yours doing, pipsqueak? I'm not like, gonna make you burst before we even get to your interview, am I?" Becky heard you trying to shout something contrarian, "How about this. If I can make you cum before the interview is over, you owe me a big favor. If I can't, then I'll untie you, maybe." You wondered how the hell that was a fair bet when your prize was only 'maybe' but it's not like you had a choice in the matter. Becky giggled again, "But I think you need a handicap. So, just to make things a little more fair, I won't even use my hands! Starting riiight..." Unable to help herself, and knowing you couldn't stop her anyway, Becky took one finger and stuffed your cock way down into her cleavage, just for good measure, "-- now!". With your manhood tightly sealed between her massive, firm breasts, Becky shoved the doors to the conference room open, and stepped inside, making the doorframe creak as she dragged her wide hips through after her.