Tracy makes things interesting

Tracy let you work off some steam against her for a few seconds, finding it more funny than anything, before realizing a way she could easily (and hilariously) suppress your efforts. Resting her elbows on the table, she leaned forward until the bottom edge of her breast, and your tiny body, made contact with the cool plastic. Tracy smirked as she felt your miniscule efforts becoming much more frantic as you feverishly rushed to climax before she flattened you anymore, "Oh, whoops. Were you, like, doing something naughty down there, cutie pie?" With a massive grin, she leaned forward a tiny bit more, and watched on the camera as your microscopic hips bucked and bounced between the plastic table and her boob.

You wanted to scream! You had been so close to relief, but then Tracy just had to one-up you, like the bitch she was. Your efforts grew tiresome as you had to support the weight of Tracy's gargantuan breast in order to move. You were already exhausting yourself, thanks to the monumental weight she was lazily resting onto you, while even your strongest thrusts only made your cock pathetically wobble into her flesh. At this point, Tracy wasn't worried; it wasn't even remotely a challenge for her to flatten you, considering you were less than a hundredth the size or weight of her single boob. In fact, that gave her a delicious idea...

Only barely able to feel your continuing thrusts against her skin, Tracy twirled her hair as she said, "Hey Tommy, it seems like you're having some trouble down there... you're not getting tired are you? Maybe you need a little more incentive?" You sighed, not liking where Tracy was heading with this, but you didn't have any choice but to listen. Speaking slowly, as if she had all the time in the world (and she kind of did), Tracy continued, "How about a fun little game? If you can finish yourself off before your time is up, I'll let you go, and you can even cum on my tits like I know you want to. But if I can stop you... then I get to try some of your growth antidote!" You gaped, unable to believe she was even suggesting such a one-sided competition. You screamed, No fucking way Tracy! I'm not sharing my medicine! but your cries were muffled by her flesh pressing into your mouth. Tracy, assuming your tiny screams were you jumping at the offer to blow your load on her perfect, creamy chest (especially since she could still feel you still rubbing into her), sang with glee, "Alright tiny, the clock is ticking! Good luu-uuck, and don't forget; hands to yourself, haha!" Holy shit, she wasn't kidding! Knowing you had only seconds before Tracy squished you flat, you used the last of your strength to vigorously pump your aching cock against her, hoping you'd win this bet and not have to sacrifice your vitally needed growth antidote to this brat.

Tracy had gotten a huge ego-boost from watching you desperately grinding against her, and she kind of wanted to let you finish, but she was determined to "win" this little contest that she thought you had so eagerly agreed to. Tracy leaned forward slowly, inch by inch, and dropped more weight against you. She couldn't stop giggling as the camera feed showed your once energetic thrusting becoming more restrained, as her bulging flesh flattened you against the hard plastic table. Tracy found herself wishing she could have felt you a little better, since she wondered just how close you had been to cumming just then, but you were too small. Instead, once your movements ceased, she opted to tease you further by humming, "I hope you're comfy, because it looks like you won't get to enjoy unloading all over my creamy cleavage any time soon, heehee!' and rolled her chest from side to side, letting it's supple weight crush your throbbing cock left and right as she rubbed her first 'victory' in your face a little more. You groaned as this gigantic girl, who you were learning was a very sore winner, continued flattening you against the table with ease.

Tracy smirked and let her massive breasts wobble to a standstill against the table as a signal of her victory. You had lasted so long against Ally, Lacy, and even Stacy, Tracy realized, that she wondered if how much more you'd be able to take. Now feeling curious, Tracy reached up and pressed one finger against the top of her breast, squeezing some more weight down on the table. She felt your body pressing into her skin, but had no way of discerning your exact condition. Hoping you'd answer for her, she condescendingly asked, "Hey cutie, how's it going down there? Is your dick doing okay? Or do you want a hand, hah!" When there was no response, since you were completely smooshed into her skin, Tracy assumed you were being a sore loser and ignoring her, so she scoffed, "Hmph!" and pressed her palm into her boob, until she felt your entire body flattening beneath her doughy skin. Eventually realizing she might have been about to accidentally make you burst at any moment, Tracy pulled her hand away, letting her breast swell back to its usual round shape. Well, she couldn't tell what state you were in, but she could kind of feel something hard poking her, which she egotistically (and correctly) assumed was your dick. Good, Tracy thought, serves you right for being such a jerk. If she had to just wait here until she won, then that's what she'd do, even if that was super boring.

After a minute of staring at the spandex outline of your body the camera display, a thought occurred to Tracy; you were so friggin small, would she even notice if you actually orgasmed? Or would it be hidden by her monstrous tit? Contemplating this curious little dilemma, Tracy pinched the edges of her top and lifted her breasts from the table. The human-shaped but pea-sized lump where you were located against the vast, round underside of her ascending boob reappeared as her cushy skin expelled you into the spandex. Then, ponderously, she let go, causing her chest to slam back against the table, instantly pulverizing and flattening your little body into hers. Tracy smirked when she thought, for just a second, she might have felt your diamond hard cock indenting into her jiggling skin. Speaking out loud just so you'd hear, Tracy scoffed, "What do you think, Tommy? Is it hard lasting this long, with such a fantastic pair of tits bouncing your face?"

Starting to have fun, Tracy lifted her breasts before dropping them again, making sure you splattered against the table dead center in the camera's view so she could watch you jiggle. She couldn't get over the fact you looked like an ant trying to hold back a water balloon, or something, as you were flattened. Tracy had lifted her chest by the straps of her stretchy top, and was about to drop you for a third time, when she heard the faintest sound of masculine screaming. Pausing, Tracy craned her neck to listen closely, and managed to catch you begging, "Tracy, for fuck's sake, stop! Please!!"

Sounding totally innocent, Tracy cooed, "Haha, why? If anything, wouldn't this like, help you?" and dropped her chest. Tracy's unstoppably heavy bust slammed you into the table, only to be slowly brought into the air as she hoisted you up again. Indifferent to the **** you were going through, Tracy cheered, "Wow, I can squish your whooole body like that!"

You had to take a deep breath to contain your aggravation, lest it get you into more trouble with her. Hoping you could convince her to stop somehow, you cried, "But you're CRUSHING me every time! D-don't you care about your bet!?"

Tracy shrugged, "Yeah, I can feel your stiffy down there, but I'm preeetty sure my boob's too heavy for a squirt like you to handle, heehee!" Tracy giggled to herself, proud of her grade-A smacktalk, only to pout when she caught you frantically humping the underside of her breast as you hovered in the air above the table, "H-hey!" Determined not to let you win, Tracy released her top. You let out a terse grunt when you were slammed down and immobilized beneath a pile of warm, bouncy flesh. "Nice try tiny, but you've still got 6 more minutes to go!" Tracy only smirked when she looked down to see her bosom wobbling energetically from the impact, keeping you safely flattened beneath her.

Feeling extra smug after having 'cleverly' stopped you from trying to 'cheat' her out of her victory, Tracy sneered, "Aww, so close." Tracy was loving every second of this little game that she had come up with, even if (especially if) the odds were so stacked in her favor. But winning by a landslide wasn't enough for her; she liked to rub her victories in other people's faces, and let them think they had a chance of winning. And that's just what she was going to do!

While she let her perky breasts work off the momentum from their impact by jiggling against you, Tracy boasted some more, "Haha, y'know cutie, if anything, my big boobies are probably a liability right now, since I bet they're, like, totally helping you get off huh?" When her irritating little jab failed to get a response from you, Tracy quickly hopped up and down on her chair to make her soft chest to heave upwards and separate from the table, only to slam right back down with a jelly-like wobble. "Especially, like, with all this bouncing... how can you even focus down there?" Tracy made sure to keep her chest in a slow but rhythmical state of motion, laughing as she pictured your aching cock being flattened beneath her tit over and over. "Gosh, I better be careful about bouncing too much, or little Tommy might get the upper hand!" Tracy burst out laughing again, unable to help herself as she continued to watch the tiny bulge of your body completely flatten into her all encompassing, planet-sized boob every time she leisurely let it slam and ricochet off the table. Jesus H Christ, if this girl didn't back off you were going to go completely insane with lust... You could feel your balls swelling in anticipation, but as long as Tracy was leisurely causing her breasts jiggle against your genitals, just enough to keep you under a constant and infuriating pressure, you couldn't get any closer to actually cumming. And she knew it.