You fall out and are eventually discovered by Tammy.

—This chapter was written by SmittySmith, posted with his permission.

Shaking herself from her day dreams, Juli seems satisfied that the shirt will fit her just right for the image she wants to present to her new favorite wrestler in the association. With a broad smile, she pulls off the tag and starts to **** the shirt on over her enormous rack. She'll wear this here and now.

As Juli shimmies and struggles to get the shirt all the way on, you are once again bounced and smacked between her incredible melons. You feel yourself start to fade into unconsciousness, when suddenly your world drops from beneath you! All of Juli's motions and movements have allowed you to drop free! With a little luck, you might be able to get her attention.

You land on the seat of the changing room with a thud, but Juli is too lost in her thoughts to notice the sound. You are still to dazed from the pummeling you took from her chest and from the impact of your fall to get her attention. You quickly try to shake the cobwebs loose, but before you can, Juli exits the room.

Despite being left by your biggest fan, you feel optimistic. Maybe a little alone time isn't such a bad thing. Now you can sneak away from the merchandise area and find your way to Touku to get the antidote she owes you! Your positive thoughts are interrupted when you see someone else enter the changing booth, specifically it's who enters that causes your spirit to fall. Tammy.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," the red head squeals enthusiastically, "I absolutely love these new Belly Dancer shorts! They even have a mesh shall on the outside modeled after her costume!"

You look on curiously. This was the first time you had seen Tammy show any signs of being capable of happiness. She skipped right past happy and jumped directly to delirious. She must be a really big fan of Yasmine, no wonder she was so unhappy with you after your match.

You try to hide yourself from view, but the bench doesn't exactly provide for much opportunity for cover. You shrink back to the corner and hope that your small stature does the trick.

Tammy looks ecstatic, but a bit worried. "I just hope I can get these to fit right over my sexy booty," she laughs as she quickly disrobes from her short skirt and looks longingly at the shorts. As she's admiring the shorts, her eye catches something moving in the background and her expression changes suddenly. Her eyes shoot open and then quickly narrow as they focus on you!

"Oh no..." was all you could think.

"Well if it isn't Tommy the Twerp. What are you doing back here? Trying to get an eyeful of sexy women like me right? I knew you were a perv the moment I heard about your addition to the DWA and you just keep proving me right."

You try to protest, but Tammy silences you by grabbing you in a tight fist.

"Well if it's an eyeful you wanted, I'll be more than happy to oblige," she said with a sadistic grin before letting you free fall back to the bench. You were given no opportunity to collect yourself this time as you looked up to see Tammy following your fall immediately with her, now only thong covered, round ass.

THOMP

She drops hard directly onto your much smaller body, flattening you on impact. She smiles and shifts in her seat, enjoying the ease she can dominate you with.

"If I can pin you this easily twerp, I know you must have cheated against Yasmine," she gloats. As much as you wanted to point out the flaw in her logic, that you were more than just a few inches tall for your match, the soft flesh of her backside prevented you from moving a muscle. You stubbornly shouted back at her, but your words were lost and muffled into a buzzing sensation against her ass.

Tammy giggles in response to the new sensation, but doesn't acknowledge it in any other way. Her focus has returned to her shorts.

"I just love these new shorts. I sure hope they fit. I'm sure they'll make my curves look extra sexy," she says to herself while grinding her ass harder against the seat.

Still seated, Tammy begins to pull the shorts up her legs. She didn't have any trouble pulling them past her calves or thick thighs. She sighed as she had to stand up to pull them over her ass, not wanting to leave her seat over her new found rival. She was delighted to find that, as she stood, you went with her, plastered to her butt. You were much less enthused by the news.

She pulled the stretchy material to **** them over her incredible curves and the shorts fought back. This wasn't a new exercise for Tammy though, and she squealed in delight when the shorts popped into place after just a couple of bounces. The bounces were far from routine for you, as you rippled along with the flesh of her cheek.

As the material pressed tightly against her backside, you found yourself pushed deeper into her flesh. While your body had started to reform once she stood up, you were still smothered far too deeply to move. The bratty fan twirls and gleefully watches her ass in the mirror in her new shorts with pride. She caresses and then slaps her cheeks and smiles as her hands sink into her soft skin and how her ass bounces when her hand pulls away.

"Perfect," she says with a smile.

Matching her friend's action, Tammy pulls the tags off of the shorts, planning to wear them immediately.

"Now, as for you, Tommy the Perv..." she says. "I know exactly what to do with you," she concludes. Her tone didn't leave you with a particularly optimistic feeling.