Milly gains the advantage

You quickly take your stance and slowly approach Milly, contemplating your best plan of attack.

Thanks to Touko, she’s obviously got the height advantage on you now, so you might have to be a little careful with how you approach her. If you could just figure out a way to get her to the floor, it should be smooth-sailing from there.

Milly, on the other hand,seems blissfully unaware that the match has started, the bell having rung just moments after she reached her side of the ring. After blowing a few more kisses to the audience, it’s not until she hears some of her fans excitedly yelling for her to turn around that she finally snaps around to face you, an absent-minded look on her face as the sudden movement makes her gigantic breasts bounce tremendously in her frilly blouse. She smiles when she sees you approaching and happily saunters towards you, her skirt once again revealing delicious portions of her skin as it bounces against her wide, swaying hips. This match might really be easier than you thought, you think to yourself as the oblivious Bosomy gets close before finally coming to a stop. She doesn’t take a stance or anything. She merely just stands there and gives you a coquettish wave as you stare her down.

Surprised by her careless demeanor in a wrestling match, you give Milly a curious look as you start to slowly circle her, trying to determine the best angle of attack. As you do, you quickly realize that this also allows you to see her expansive hourglass figure from multiple angles, further inviting your gaze. It doesn’t help that, as you circle her, Milly notices that her maid outfit is still a little disheveled from her stumble and proceeds to daintily fix and adjust it while humming “Frère Jacques” to herself, her curvaceous body bouncing distractingly with every subtle movement she makes.

Just as you manage to get behind Milly (giving yourself another glorious view of her), you quickly shake your head in a bid to stay focused. You can hardly believe you have to grapple with such a gorgeous (if not a little careless) woman, but, having just found an opening for a takedown, you can’t let yourself get distracted. If this were anywhere else, you probably wouldn’t consider attacking a woman from behind, but, since your size is at risk now, you’ll gladly take any opportunities you have to win. Besides, if Milly’s not even taking you seriously enough to focus on the match, then you reason that anything you manage to do to her is her own fault. You quickly rush at Madame Bosomy from behind, expecting to catch the frivolous French maid off-guard and quickly take her down.

Milly, apparently still oblivious to your impending attack, notices that her other shoe is coming undone. She bends over to fix it, once again pointing her huge, creamy booty at you as her skirt rides up. You don’t manage to react in time, so you wind up colliding with Milly’s posh posterior, making you wince as you inadvertently thrust your stiffening cock against one of her soft cheeks. “Oh my!” Milly perks up upon feeling the impact, though she’s hardly shaken by it, unlike you, who actually bounces off her a little as if her ass was a huge airbag. Milly stands up and turns around, her massive breasts once again brushing past your head as she does. Finally noticing you again, Milly gives a warm smile and says, “Ah, excusez-moi, mon petite ami! I didn’t see you there. Someone like you should be more careful around a woman my size, no?” Still a little flushed from that awkward impact, you don’t respond. You just try to subtly turn just enough to hide your growing erection from Milly, making your wrestling stance look more clumsy in the process. Milly giggles at your awkwardly cute pose before recalling what she’s doing there. “Ah yes, the match! Pardon-moi, monsieur Terrible. I almost forgot we should be wrestling each other. I can be sooo forgetful sometimes, haha! Well, here I come!” Her turn to attack, Madame Bosomy quickly takes a step towards you, but, as soon as she does, she trips! She gives a careless “Whoopsie” as her massive frame falls towards you. Your eyes widen as her massive breasts descend towards your head, but, thanks to the awkward stance you made to hide your erection, you don’t have the proper footing to escape, nor can you catch her.

The French maid falls to the mat, pulverizing your smaller body beneath her’s. You groan as all the weight from Milly’s voluptuous figure bears down on you all at once, though the sound is muffled due to her abundant breasts covering most of your face, as well as your neck. As her body (eventually) jiggles to a stop atop of you, Milly raises her head and gives an embarrassed giggle when she spots you trapped beneath her. “Whoopsie. Je suis désolé, monsieur Terrible. If you hadn’t noticed by now, I can be a bit of a klutz, and it doesn’t help that I’m so (how you say?) ‘top-heavy.’” As if to accentuate her point, you feel Milly’s soft, warm breasts jiggle and expand against you with every breath she takes, threatening to easily engulf your whole face in their cleavage. “But, on the plus side, it looks like I’ve got you right where I want you now,” she giggles, referring to the accidental pin she’s got you in. Off the corner of your eye, you see the referee approaching to start the countdown. You’ve got to do something!

“I...wouldn’t be...so sure of that, Milly,” you manage to say while struggling beneath the French beauty, your voice still muffled by her breasts. You manage to get your arms free. You may have shrunk a bit, but you still have most of your strength left, at least.

You place your hands on Milly’s shoulders and manage to roll her over to her back, making her give a surprised “Ooh!” as you land on top of her. With your reversal successful, you’re treated to the sight of Milly’s massive breasts wobbling tremendously beneath you, your hands resting just above them. Good, you’ve finally got her on the floor, so the rest of the match should be a piece of cake now. You give a confident smirk as the surprise on Bosomy’s face gives way to a flirty smile, noting how close you are to flat-out groping her in front of everyone in such a provocative position. “Oh my, someone’s awfully forward, no? And we’ve only just met.”

“Hey, this is a wrestling match. Accidental groping is practically an occupational hazard” you say cooly, your eyes still darting back and forth between Milly’s face and breasts. “With all the rolling around we have to do, who knows where my hand’s will end up,” you say as you confidently indulge yourself for your oncoming victory, gently tracing a hand down Milly’s chest and lightly pressing it against a soft, heavy breast (with all you have to deal with, you should be able to enjoy yourself a little, right?) “I can’t help it,” you say impishly, your touch prompting a soft purr from Milly.

“Qui, mon petite ami, just as I can’t help this.” Just as you decide it’s time to go for the pin, Milly suddenly grabs the back of your head with both hands and plunges your face into her awaiting cleavage. She giggles as she feels you struggle in surprise against her, and then she wraps her smooth, thick legs around your body while pressing you more firmly against her, trapping you deeper in her clutches. As your arms flail blindly, Milly teases, “So, monsieur Terrible, let’s see where we end up after some more ‘rolling around,’ hm?” With that, Milly starts rolling to the left while still keeping you pressed against her. One moment, she’s on top of you again, the weight of her heavy breasts bearing down on your head. The next moment, you’re on top of her, still getting smothered in Madame Bosomy’s bouncy bosom. Milly laughs playfully as she rolls around with you for as long as possible, like a passionate lover, while the lack of air and prolonged contact with Milly’s soft, perfumed skin begins to have a dizzying effect on your mind.

Eventually, Milly reaches the edge of the ring with you, and, without really knowing it, your hand happens to grab onto the bottom rope, luckily signaling a rope break to the referee, who gestures to Milly to break her unorthodox submission hold. “Oh poo,” Milly pouts as she releases you, giving you some much needed air. Leaving you gasping on the mat, Milly stands and coos, “Looks like our little game is over, mon petite ami, but don’t worry: there’s still plenty more match for us to have fun in.” With a knowing wink she gives you another glimpse at her jiggling ass by flicking her skirt above you and giving it a quick smack.

While you can’t put a finger on it just yet, you’re starting to think there might be more to Milly than she lets on. It’s possible you underestimated her. Either way, if you hope to win this match before shrinking too much, you might have to come up with a new approach.