Thomas and the Midara Wrestling League

The man let out a loud cry as Fay's big breasts completely dominated his dick

Fay would keep bullying him until he orgasmed yet again for her titjob. Then, the other fangirls would each take their chance to milk a climax out of him. A footjob here, a makeout session there, a quick thighjob for good measure. Thomas got to sample every pleasure these girls could offer before the fanservice would eventually knock him out.

And, he would wake back up in his dorm. It was the next morning, and the only sign that it all wasn't just some lewd dream was the presence of a pile of Trisha merch in his room. As well as Fay's bra and high heels.

Thomas blushed as he remembered all the 'pins' the club had practiced on him. It took him a while to calm down, but eventually he managed to compose himself and got ready for the day.

The day belonged to Thomas, he had no commitments or appointments. Another day to spend preparing for the hunt for his sister.

In that case he deiced to head to the gym after he got something to eat. He need to get stronger and continue his training. Although, he felt like he might want to avoid Trisha for a while. Even though she had offered to help, he, uh, wasn't confident he'd be able to focus near her after what her fan club did to him.

Thomas got his meal and reached the gym in peace, it seemed that the women here did indeed have things to do other than seduce him. He even saw one of the fangirls on the way to the gym, but all she did was give him a wave and walk on by.

Thomas blushed slightly as he waved back to the fangirl. Once he was at the gym, he headed over to the treadmills for what was quickly becoming his daily run.

Thomas saw a familiar face at the treadmills: Clea Vage! She was going for a run of her own, and she kept up a good pace. The only issue was the way her breasts quaked unendingly with her every step. And issue for Thomas, of course, not for her.

"Hi." Thomas greeted the busty wrestler. As he openly stared at her bouncing breasts, he suddenly remembered their deal. She promised to dominate him with her boobs if he fought the other stars of the MWL, hadn't she?

"What's up, Thomas? Enjoying your time at the league? I think you look a little stronger already!" Clea greeted him as she kept up her exercise, which meant she was also keeping up the mesmerizing display of bouncing and jiggling titties.

"Yeah." Thomas answered absently as he became hypnotized by her big bouncing boobs.

"What's the plan for today? My schedule's free, but I don't know what to do." Clea Vage said as she ran at a very steady rhythm that made it all too easy for Thomas to fixate on her bouncy, jiggly assets.

"S-So's mine! M-Maybe we can train together?" Thomas suggested a bit too eagerly as he was entranced by her tempting tits. It was clear that the boob addict would go along with whatever Clea wanted.

"That sounds great! Did you have anything in mind?" Clea Vage seemed just as eager as Thomas, although maybe not for the same reason. Her breasts went up and down and up and down....

"Your boobs..." Thomas admitted as every bounce of her breasts seemed to knock all other thoughts out of his head.

"What about my boobs~? Special boob training?" Clea Vage asked with a smirk, wondering if Thomas could come up with any coherent thoughts while being treated to the sight of her breasts.

"Special boob training." Thomas agreed as he started nodding his head in time with the bouncing of the busty wrestler's breasts.

"Let's go somewhere private, then~" Clea Vage said as she hopped off of the treadmill and sauntered over to Thomas. Her assets swayed to and fro until they engulfed his face. The wrestler cradled his face in her tits while she escorted him through the halls, every step sending delightful jiggles through her breasts.

Thomas felt like he was in heaven. He rubbed and nuzzled his face against Clea Vage's big soft breasts. The man was so lost in her amazing bosom that he barely even registered that she was taking him somewhere.

Clea giggled as Thomas indulged himself, using her arms to squeeze her breasts around his face. "I feel like this is going to be very special boob training~ You're going to love it~" The wrestler whispered, stroking his hair as he was smothered in paradise.

"I already love it." Thomas mumbled as he closed his eyes and let Clea amazing boobs squeeze all the cares and worries out of his head.

Clea chuckled and removed Thomas from her breasts for a moment so she could disrobe and leave them bare for him. Her hands traced circles around them as she spoke. "Do you like this size? Or, do you want them even bigger?" She asked him sweetly.

"Bigger." Thomas blurted out without even taking a moment to even try to think.

Clea smiled and jiggled her breasts in her hands, using her magic to enhance their cup size again and again until they were double their already incredible normal size. "That's a lot of titty for you to worship, isn't it?" She asked, wagging a finger to beckon Thomas to get started.

Thomas dove right at her giant breasts and started massaging and kissing her beautiful boobs as if his life depended on it.