This choice: Bayley doesn't notice you, Sasha punishes you • Go Back...Chapter #50Up Close and Personal with Bayley by: Seven   You had truly given it a valiant effort trying to make yourself known, but sadly in this match you were seriously out of your weight class. Even as you managed to squeeze your arm out of Sasha Banks’s clamped fingers, the blue-haired giantess quickly thought of a solution. As Bayley grew closer, waving excitedly to her best friend, Sasha merely snuck the hand holding you behind her back, returning the wave to Bayley with the other.
“Girl, how are you? I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages!” Bayley continued her practiced diva swagger up until she reached Sasha, only mildly surprising her fellow wrestler as she pulled her into a deep hug. Sasha giggled and quickly returned the gesture, squeezing Bayley tight. The fist you were trapped in was placed around Bayley’s shoulder, Sasha loosening her grip ever so slightly.
Your heart leapt into your throat as you stared downward at the momentous fall beneath you, the sheer distance between your shrunken form and the floor making your head spin. Well, that wasn’t the only thing. From your position behind Bayley’s head your view down her back was interrupted by the tremendous swell of her prodigious posterior. Bayley’s metric ton of latina ass jutted out from her body like a shelf. It already looked massive back when you were people-sized. Doll-sized, Bayley’s bottom looked like a pair of twin moons straining the fabric of her tight leggings. You could only hope that booty would break your fall if Sasha decided to let go.
Thankfully your Boss didn’t as she broke off the embrace, tucking you ever so subtly behind her back once again.
“I know Bay, it’s good to see you too. We really need to have another match together soon.” Sasha returned with a smile. She didn’t want to reveal her new toy to her bestie. At least, not just yet. Why spoil the fun now?
“Girl, you read my mind. I was actually thinking of asking Stephanie if there was room for us to tag team in the upcoming roster. On my way to the venue right now, actually. But now that you’re here, what do you say we hang out?” Bayley offered. For a moment, Sasha was torn. She had been planning to spend the rest of the day showing you your place, breaking you into her perfect toy. She wasn’t really looking forward to heading into work.
Eventually, the Boss simply shrugged it off. You were just a toy, not a real person. Her best friend wanted to hang out, and the whims of actual people took priority over the needs of dolls in the Boss’s mind. Plus, you really had it coming for trying to get Bayley’s attention like that. The Boss did not tolerate her underlings not doing as they were told. This would give her plenty of time to come up with a punishment for you.
“Sounds great, Bayley.” Sasha beamed. “I’m actually pretty starved right now. You think we could hit up a place to eat?”
“Sure, I know this great little cafe not too far from the hotel. The prices are great and the food’s not too bad. Come on, I’ll take you there!” Bayley turned and gestured for Sasha to follow.
“Alright, but you’re paying.” Sasha teased as she followed her friend down the hall.
“Oh, you wish!” Bayley retorted, and the pair laughed. Sasha allowed Bayley to lead her out through the double doors of the hotel they had been staying at and down the sidewalk. Every once in a while she would give you a not-so-gentle squeeze to remind you she hadn’t forgotten about you or the stunt you had tried to pull.
As the pair of divas strutted down the street one after the other, Sasha’s mind drifted to all the ways she could punish you for your little outburst. She had already stuffed you in the back of her jeans on the way down here. Should you stuff you in her boobs next? Nah, you would probably enjoy that too much. Maybe Sasha should put you in her mouth? No, she might accidentally swallow you, then the fun would be over for good. As Sasha brainstormed she wasn’t really looking where she was walking and collided with something big, soft and jiggly.
“Oops. Sorry, Bay.” Sasha apologized, backing away from her friend’s butt.
“Forget it. No harm done.” Bayley waved a dismissive hand, shooting a playful glance over her shoulder. “I got quite the pair of airbags back there!” Giving her prized posterior a proud pat, Bayley let out a chuckle and kept walking. Sasha had no arguments with her bestie on that front. Truthfully, Sasha was quite envious of Bayley’s ass. Don’t get the Boss wrong, she knew she was a bombshell, an absolute smokeshow. A 10 out of 10, and her Boss Booty was nothing to sneeze at either. But there was still a difference between two cakes and an absolute dumptruck. The cameras could never get enough of Bayley’s hindquarters bouncing around in the ring. Lord knows how many fans had imagined themselves getting smothered by that thang.
Sasha stopped dead in her tracks right outside the cafe, an evil smile appearing on her perfect lips.
The Boss knew exactly how she was going to punish you. You wanted to get away from Sasha and be with Bayley, right? Why not grant your wish? Sasha swaggered into the cafe right after her bestie, the two divas choosing a booth far off to the side for them to sit. Thankfully it wasn’t too crowded and no one seemed to recognize them, so the pair wouldn’t have to deal with any fan interactions. It was something they were both grateful for.
“Alright, just tell me what you want to order and I’ll go pick it up.” Bayley offered. Sasha examined the menu for only a few moments before making her selection. Bayley nodded and headed off to the cashier. While she was doing that, Sasha ever so secretly lifted a certain shrunken man up to her face.
For you, this trip had been a nightmare. Everything was dark and cramped, clenched tightly in Sasha Banks’s balled fist. It wasn’t as hot or stuffy as being stuffed in the back of her pants had been, but that was still a far cry from pleasant. Plus, the constant motion of being swung back and forth in time with Sasha’s arm as she walked was not doing your stomach any good. So, you were almost grateful when Sasha finally opened her hand and held you up to her face. However, the devious grin on your Boss’s lips soon turned any hope into chilling dread.
“I haven’t forgotten about that little stunt you tried to pull.” The blue-haired giantess hissed at you. “Disobeying your Boss is something very, very naughty, and naughty toys deserve to be punished.”
“But Sash-I mean, Boss!” You quickly corrected yourself when you saw your captress’s eyes narrow. “I didn’t mean to…well I guess…I’m sorry! I’m really sorry, please don’t punish me!”
“Oh don’t worry about it, shrimpy.” Sasha flashed her pearly whites to you in a wide smile that somehow only made you more nervous. “I’M not going to punish you at all!” Before you could clear up the confusion your Boss’s statement had caused you, you were interrupted by another boisterous female voice.
“I’m baaaaaack~” Bayley sang, carrying the two wrestlers’ orders back to their table. Sasha’s grin only widened as she patted the side of the booth next to her.
“A beautiful sight, as usual. Come on Bay, come sit next to me.” The Boss’s invitation seemed perfectly innocuous, so Bayley was happy to oblige. Sasha slid over and Bayley maneuvered her wide load into the booth, preparing to sit down.
And that was when Sasha struck.
With the speed and accuracy of a viper, Sasha’s hand snaked out and deposited you right onto the rubber seat covering of the cafe booth. You had scarcely a moment to recover from the whiplash before your whole world went dark, Bayley sitting down on top of you.
In an instant you were plunged into cramped, stuffy hell. It felt like the world’s softest mountain had decided to make you its new base, piling pound upon pound of crushing pressure on top of you. This was far worse than when Sasha had stuck you in the back of her pants. It felt like any moment the weight of Bayley’s brobdingnagian booty would pop you like a grape. What a way to go out! The soft jiggly fat of her ass formed a tight seal around your mouth and nose while the sheer weight and girth of her muscular glutes made movement all but impossible, the weight pressing down on every square millimeter of your body. It took a tremendous amount of effort just to wiggle your fingers.
The fabric of Bayley’s leggings were so stretched so thin they might as well have been nonexistent. You were pressed firmly into the valley between the diva’s buttcheeks, her massive two-cheeked monster gobbling you right up. You started sweating in a matter of seconds thanks to the heat of Bayley’s bum pressing into you from all sides. Oxygen became increasingly scarce and you forced yourself to take brief, sharp breaths to avoid suffocating. Unfortunately, those breaths were now full of the scent of Bayley’s essence, the wrestler’s bottom managing to dominate all of your senses without her even realizing you were there. If this was Sasha’s punishment, it was working.
Far up above you, Bayley was shooting her best friend a quizzical look. Sasha was sitting next to her giving her signature Boss cackle, and for the life of her Bayley couldn’t figure out the joke.
“Something funny, Sash?” The woman sitting on top of you asked.
“Oh nothing!” Sasha looked away, still unable to contain her glee at her devious plan. She could only imagine the hell you must be suffering underneath all that delicious assfat. Served you right for trying to escape her! “Just a...little thought came into my head. Come on, let’s eat before it gets cold!” Sasha turned her attention to her meal and with a shrug Bayley did the same, the two women eating even as one of them inadvertently smothered you. The whole time they ate Sasha kept sneaking peeks at her friend's posterior, trying to imagine what you were experiencing.
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