You interrupt Touko with a "HELL NO!"

Touko takes a moment to ponder what to do with you, but you won't give her the time to finish her thought. Festering with anger over the unbelievably outrageous circumstances this insane, flippant woman just put you in, you quickly burst and say, "HELL NO!!" Her train of thought derailed, Touko looks back at you with a raised eyebrow. "I'm not doing anything you say, you mad scientist bitch!! I never agreed to any of this. Sure, I wanna be a wrestler, but making me shrink!? That's insane, not to mention completely unfair!! No wrestling career is worth that. Now, get to making me that damn antidote you mentioned, right now! Cause I'm not leaving here without it." Your brief tirade over, you continue glaring at Touko as you wait for her response. You're hoping your angry words got through to her, but she hardly seems fazed.

After a moment, Touko adjusts her glasses while her full, red lips form a confident but subtle smirk. "You've got spunk. Good. The girls here will enjoy beating all of it out of you," she says with a cool snicker. You grimace. As she continues, Touko turns around and saunters back towards a nearby chair. "And I wouldn't be doing a very good job as the show-runner if I didn't give my newest wrestler at least a little idea of what he's in for here." Despite your ire, you can't help but notice how Touko's lab coat clings to her wide hips, emphasizing how they sway and swivel with every composed step she takes.

"W-what? No, you're not listening," you say as you register what she just said. "I'm telling you I don't want to be the Incredible Shrinking Tom for your crazy wrestling league. I want out," you say, trying to make it clear to Touko that you're putting your foot down.

"Oh I hear you loud and clear, Tommy," the Japanese beauty says as she sits and turns to face you, coolly crossing her shapely legs in a way that shows off more of her smooth creamy skin from within her open coat (you can still hardly believe she's wearing a white bikini underneath. Just how eccentric of a show-runner is she?). Giving you a piercing look with her green eyes, she says "I'll tell you what: we'll have a little wager. If you can take me down and pin me, right now, then you can leave scott-free, with antidote and all, but, if I pin you, then you'll have to earn it in the ring, as planned."

Surprised by where this is going all of a sudden, you ask, "W-what? Why make a bet out of it?"

"Because its more interesting this way," Tokyo says glibly. "Plus, to make sure my calculations are correct (and they usually are), I'd like to do a little 'test' to ensure you really are a right fit for here."

"I wouldn't hold my breath, lady," you say bluntly. "I'll be out of here soon enough."

Touko chuckles. "Sure you will." She slowly bends over in her seat, giving you a great view of her huge, hanging breasts straining against her bikini top, and says in a patronizing tone, "So, little man, think you can take on the show-runner herself? I may not look it, but I know my way around a wrestling ring."

After seeing how confident she is, something deep in your gut is telling you not to call Touko's bluff, especially since she's already a full head and shoulders taller than you, but, with the obnoxiously flippant way she's been treating you, you really want to knock her down a few pegs. Plus, this is your best chance to get out of here without getting tangled up with this crazy wrestling league. "Fine, I'll take your stupid bet, and you'll be regretting ever bringing me here."

"We'll see," Touko says coyly. Getting this impromptu match underway, you quickly take a stance, but, strangely enough, Touko remains seated. When you ask about it, she says, "Oh, don't worry about me, Tommy. I'll be fine. Come at me any way you like." Getting even more annoyed with Touko's cheeky attitude by the second, you don't hesitate to take what looks like a free shot. You rush at her, intending to peel her off the chair and pin her right away to finally free yourself from this nonsense. However, just as you reach her, Touko sticks out her foot in a calculated move, making you trip and stumble towards her. Embarrassingly, you fall onto her, your face landing in her deep cleavage while your crotch lands on her thick thigh, its warmth emanating through your shorts.

You feel Touko's soft breasts jiggling against your face as she giggles. "Is that all," she asks tauntingly. "If that's the case, then your chances of getting far in this league will be small indeed," she says with another giggle, foreshadowing what's in store for you. Frustrated, you grunt as you try to squirm your way off Touko, inadvertently rubbing your head against her chest more, but one of your hands lands on her expansive breast, reflexively squeezing it. "Ooh, getting handsy, are we? Looks like someone might be a breast man," Touko teases as she places a strong but gentle hand against the back of your head, trapping you against her. "Y'know, most bosses might not like getting felt up by their employees. You're just lucky I'm not like most bosses," she coos as you continue to struggle.

You manage to look up at Touko and ask "H-hey! Aren't we supposed to be wrestling now," your voice partially muffled by her breasts.

"Don't worry, we'll get to that," Touko says. "But first: what kind of show-runner would I be if I didn't personally explain, in full detail, another important aspect of your shrinking?"

"What other aspect," you ask through Touko's breasts.

"You see, Tommy, while the shrinking process is normally fairly slow, it can be accelerated dramatically depending on how *ahem* excited you become," Touko answers with a titter.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Here, I'll show you, with a quick experiment." Suddenly, Touko presses her hand more firmly against your head, shoving you deeper against her cleavage, while pressing more of her soft leg against your groin. "If I apply some arousing stimuli to the test subject, i.e you, like so..." You give a surprised yelp as you feel Touko sensually rub her leg back and forth against your crotch. To your embarrassment, you feel yourself getting an erection as it gets harder not to think about how soft and warm Touko's huge tits feel. Actually, it feels like they're getting even bigger...Crap, you're starting to shrink again!! "And voila, the subject responds with pronounced shrinking." On cue, you feel another tingling sensation overtake you as your body quickly dwindles against Touko's, her breasts engulfing more of your head will your crotch rides up against more of her leg. Blinded by Touko's massive melons, you can't tell how much you've shrunk exactly, but it feels worse than before. Touko's like a mini-giantess to you now.

Her example made, Touko laughs as she stands up with you still in her arms, tauntingly swaying her huge breasts to jostle your head between them. "So, with this 'little' handicap I've given you, Tommy, you'd best be careful how you compose yourself while working in a league of sexy, glamorous women that love to take charge. I'm just the tip of the iceberg, after all. Who knows what some of the other women might do to you." Touko enjoys the feeling of you futilely struggling against her for a few moments before simply falling forward, crushing you beneath her big, soft body atop the cold, hard floor. Reeling from the impact, you can only give a weak groan against Touko as she counts out the pin aloud. "1...2...3. That's my win. Welcome to the DWA, Tommy," Touko says smugly as you wonder what exactly you've gotten yourself into.