To her closet

Still recovering from her hangover, Betty holds a hand to her aching head and ruefully mutters under her breath. First thing's first: she needs to put on a new outfit, one that doesn't smell like cheap beer. Still a little woozy, Betty plods to her closet, an extra-wide sway in her step as she struggles to keep her addled body stable.

You feel Betty's difficulty firsthand as she walks, her massive, perky tits constantly jiggling and jostling your tiny head around in their soft prison while the rest of your toddler-sized body dangles below. You're still struggling to clear the fog from your own head, hoping to think of a way out of this before Betty finds you, but, given the lack of air and the constant stimulating contact with such a dynamite body, it's nearly impossible to think about anything besides Betty's all-encompassing Wonder Bust. You find it amazing that Betty and her breasts are big and strong enough to carry you around so casually, and, in your weariness, there's a part of you that finds it pretty soothing, as well as extremely arousing. Patty, Becky, and now Betty; say what you will about their "colorful" personalities, but the women at the DWA are something else.

Your train of thought gets derailed when Betty reaches her walk-in closet. As she reaches for the door, she stumbles and falls against it. Her breasts slam against the hard surface, cushioning her from the impact a little while unwittingly pulverizing you at the same time. You’re left reeling in Betty’s bosom as she catches herself on the door, using it to help her stand back up as her powerful breasts drag your helpless body along it.

Betty begins to feel most of her daze wear off as she finally manages to open her door and step inside her closet, though the same can’t be said for you just yet (especially not after that last impact). She notices she feels slightly heavier than usual, like she somehow put on a little weight all of a sudden, but she simply chalks the feeling up to any random, lingering symptoms from her passing hangover, ignoring it for now. Grabbing onto the straps of her beer-soaked leotard, Betty proceeds to shimmy her way out of her stained outfit, inciting an intense wave of jiggling and bouncing throughout her body. You feel dizzy and almost weightless as Betty’s bare breasts jostle you around with them as she gradually peels the rest of her wrestling suit off.

After pulling the leotard down to her feet, Betty finally kicks it away before reaching out for another outfit nearby, the motion causing her breasts to make another powerful bounce. This time, however, they finally manage to part just enough to let your head loose before coming back together. You fall to your butt and instantly start sucking in huge gulps of air, so thankful for the gift of breathing that you briefly forget about the huge, naked women that’s about to discover you in an extremely compromising position. Just as she grabs on to her new clothes, Betty gets startled by your loud breathing, giving a little jolt before looking down towards the source of the sudden noise. She quickly spots you and says, “What in the…!?”

After you get some air, you look up and just barely manage to see Betty’s surprised face past her huge breasts, which are still jiggling a little from the surprised jump she made. Your mind races as you frantically try to come up with something to say that might help you out of such an outrageous situation, but, after getting smothered for so long, you can only bring one word to mind. “Uh...hi,” you say up to Betty, giving an awkward wave as you do. Freaking brilliant. But, to be fair, you’re a small naked man trapped in a closet with a huge naked women. What could you possibly say that could quickly defuse the situation? You can only hope that Wonder Bust somehow doesn’t get as pissed as you fear she might be upon finding you. Otherwise, your day is gonna get a lot worse before it gets better.