She says you asked for it (literally), before taunting Betty and running off

“Because he asked me to,” Felicity fibs. Continuing to have fun at your expense, the Pussy Cat takes both hands and coyly hefts her chest, her bodysuit tightening around you as its rubber material stretches and groans from the pressure. “After all, what guy at his size wouldn’t ask to be trapped with all this,” she boasts. “He probably fell in love with me during our match, when he saw this purr-fect body of mine in motion, because afterwards he practically got down on his knees and begged me to let him get up close and personal with me. So this kitty decided to throw the little horn-dog a bone.” You grumble in **** irritation at her coy gloating. Obviously that’s not what happened at all, but Felicity’s suit muffles any attempts for you to set the record straight.

Wonder Bust grimaces, both at Felicity’s snobby comments and at the sight of a tiny man’s outline (as well as his blatant erection) getting further and further defined as Felicity stretches her suit out. Even without you saying so, everyone who works at the DWA knows that the Pussy Cat shouldn’t always be taken at her word. Sure, Felicity’s been known to steal people’s hearts, as well as anything else they might own, but this is just ridiculous. Something has to be up. Felicity catches the disbelief in Wonder Bust’s face. “Don’t believe me? Ask him yourself.”

Wonder Bust raises an eyebrow. “Uh...can he even talk like this?”

“Of course! We’ve been having a very titillating conversation till now,” Felicity reassures while holding back a snicker. “Go on, don’t be shy.” Felicity puffs her chest out to give Wonder Bust a closer look, making you give another frustrated groan as her soft, overbearing flesh further presses at your back and expands her suit.

A light blush still on her face, Wonder Bust leans in a little closer, unable to hide her fascination over such a peculiar sight. Having to keep up such a flashy, heroic persona in the ring, she’s far from the shy type, but something about the sight of a tiny man stuffed against a giant pair of tits, possibly fawning over them, flusters her a little. If Wonder Bust didn’t know any better, a part of her might actually feel a little envious of an “evil-doer” like Felicity for once, but this spoiled cat couldn’t possibly have anything she might want, right?...B-besides, for all Betty knows, Felicity could be lying and stuffed you in there against your will, like you were a toy to be stolen. For the sake of her tiny new coworker’s well-being, Betty has to ask about this, just to be safe. She is supposed to be a paragon of justice and virtue, after all, and she might be able to find out more about that stolen necklace while she’s at it.

“Uh, h-hey there, Tom. This is Wonder Bust, one of your new coworkers, but you can just call me Betty. Not to intrude, or anything, but did you really ask Felicity to put you in there? I mean, not to judge. I can certainly appreciate a love of boobs--it’s practically in my name--but this seems a little much for you, especially on your first day here.” You try your best to explain the situation to Betty, that Felicity stole you, shrunk you, and demeaned you, but your words can’t make it through Felicity’s tight suit. Your answer comes out as incoherent mumbling to Betty, which she can’t make heads or tails of. “Okaaaay...well then, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about a stolen necklace, would you?” Trying to ignore the awkwardness of talking into another woman’s chest in order to speak to a tiny, aroused man, Betty does her best to listen out for your response but can only hear your agitated grumbling. Felicity can barely hold back a snicker at the hilarious situation she’s put you in.

Betty finally looks up at Felicity. “Just what is he saying?”

Sensing that the time is finally right, Felicity smiles and quips, “He says that I’m about to make a clean getaway.”

“Wait, what?”

Just as Betty gives her a confused look, Felicity quickly shoves her chest forward, crashing her breasts against Betty’s unsuspecting face. The impact isn’t that powerful (meant to be more teasing than painful), but it’s still just enough to catch Betty off-guard, startling her and knocking her off balance. Betty lets out a surprised squeak as she falls back onto her butt, prompting a haughty laugh from Felicity. “Consider that a bit of payback for that so-called ‘baddy bashing boob barrage’ you gave me during our last match. ‘Tit for tit,’ in other words,” the Pussy Cat taunts. “Oh, and by the way, Tom doesn’t have the necklace, if you were wondering.” Unable to help herself, Felicity pulls out the necklace and waves it over her head, “But I do.” Felicity's grin widens as she enjoys the priceless look on Wonder Bust’s face. “Catch me if you can, goody-two boobs,” she laughs as she takes off running.

“H-hey,” Betty barks as she quickly climbs back to her feet and pursues her, though the Pussy Cat already has a sizeable head start. As she runs, Felicity briefly looks over her shoulder to see Betty angrily following her and gives a satisfied smirk. Sure, she didn’t have to tell Wonder Bust she had the necklace, but what good is a heist without at least one good chase to get the blood pumping?

While Felicity might be enjoying this mess she’s got the two of you in, you’re certainly not (now people might think you’re actually her partner in crime), and her running just makes this whole situation all the more insufferable. With every swift step, her breasts jiggle intensely within the confines of her suit, ceaselessly rubbing against your back and flattening you against the latex material. Suffice to say, your luck really took a turn for the worse when this cat crossed your path (not that it was that great to begin with).

Just as you begin to wonder how much more trouble Felicity could possibly get you in today, she turns a corner and crashes into somebody. “Ooof!” You feel another quake through Felicity’s body as the collision knocks her onto her round rump. Unharmed but annoyed, Felicity curses under her breath as she tries to quickly regain her bearings. This is the second time in as many minutes that she’s been caught off-guard (so much for cat-like reflexes...).