Kong's Second Encounter With Lisa

Kong groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure. The man weakly tried to push himself up and attempted to escape again.

The three transitioned to effortlessly holding him down with their feet. Keeping him still with almost no pressure. His struggles caused him to breath in more and more of the trio's enticing scent.

Much to his shame, Kong came just from being held down by their feet and the overwhelming aroma.



(It's like these girls are doing everything they can to undo the fact that Kong recently got his weakness to feet mitigated.)

(They are milking the foot fetish + temporary stocking weakness for all it's worth.)

After several minutes of stewing in the scent and being restrained by their feet the four soles began to work his shaft again as Maybelle's dainty feet muffled him again. The girls were planning to give him one last string of mind-blanking orgasms before the lecture ended.

Kong shuddered and gasped for breath, which only made him inhale more of Maybelle's foot stink. He tried to cry out as her friends milk another orgasm out of him.

Maybelle's feet pressed down harder on his nose and mouth to muffle the cry. The feeling helping draw out one more orgasm as the professor dismissed the class. The trio waited for everyone to file out before finally releasing Kong.

The martial artist had to claw and scrape at the ground to drag himself out from under the desk. Once out, he greedily took deep breaths of fresh air.

"Our feet too much for you?" Catyline teased as they let him recover. They weren't cruel enough to try and take advantage of him. "So Maybelle said she gave you some of her stockings. How would you like to complete the set?" The yet unnamed bully asked.

Kong nodded weakly without even thinking. He was too busy trying to catch his breath.

That weak, needy look on his face was all the payment they needed. All three took off their stockings and handed them to Kong. He could now recreate the scent underneath the desk at anytime. "Something to remember us by." Catyline laughed as they all wiggled their now bare toes at him.

The weakened man crawled over to them and gave each of their naked feet a kiss.

"Such a good footslut." The nameless one purred. Praising him as he kissed her feet. The three stood up and finally released him from some of their endless foot temptation. "It's been a pleasure. If you ever need some more time with our feet. You know where to find us." They told him. All walking off with gaits that oozed smug satisfaction.

Kong groaned as he forced himself up. He decided to head to the gym to see if there was a shower he could use.

(Search -roll 54- Success)

He found the gym. And it had showers. But they were on the other side of where a gymnastics troup and a squad of cheerleaders were practicing. Both groups outfits revealing in their own way.

Having dealt with cheerleader midara before, Kong tried to err on the side of caution and stuck closer to the gymnastic troop as he crossed the gym.

(Encounter -roll 11- Fail)

He made it most of the way across unmolested. But they really were giving him a feast for the eyes. The cheerleaders sizable busts bounced and swayed throughout there routines. Their tops often coming dangerously close to slipping off. While the gymnastics wide hips and dexterous legs were constantly in full display through their skin tight suits.

Kong bit his lip as he tried to force him to keep going instead of just standing and staring.

(Encounter -roll 91- Fail)
(Will Check -roll 77- Fail)

He got very close to the other side when a particularly busty cheerleader caught his attention. Thoughts of how good it would feel to be smothered by her absolutely massive mammaries coming unbidden to his mind.

Kong blushed as tried to tear his gaze away from her before anyone realized he was staring

(Will Check -roll 4- Success)
(Encounter -roll 92- Crit Success)

He looked away. Just in time for a gymnast to over shoot her jump and go stumbling into him. The two barreling forward until they crashed into the cheerleader he'd been staring at. Kong's head was now completely encased between two pairs of boobs.

Kong let out a moan that he desperately hoped was muffled by the tits smothering. Kong reached out blindly and tried his best to push one of the pair away.

With his currently weakened constitution this just ended with his hands buried in the gymnast's breasts. "My how forward." She said with a blush. "I like forward." The cheerleader purred as the two began to grind their hips against him. Squeezing him further between their breasts.

Kong practically melted between the pair and began to kiss their tits, even as she struggled to escape the booby trap.

"My room." "I think so." He heard them say as well he was maneuvered out of the gym. Still buried in their bosoms. The two occasionally moaned or rubbed him with a thigh to encourage him to keep worshipping.

Kong was helpless as their chests dragged him along. All he could do was keep worshiping their breasts as he hoped they'd let him go.