Moira Pandela Vs. Takao Okimoto - A Rub A Day

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Holding firm as Takao gripped upon her arms, unleashing force uncharacteristic of a figure as pleasant as Moira, the heavyweight pondered over the last time she had exerted such a force in her squeeze. Said squeeze was infamous in the hands, or rather arms, of the buxom heavyweight, but not because of its power. Whilst such power was beyond notable, with a smaller figure likely crying for freedom seconds in, it was how firm Moira's bearhug was synced in that led those to fear her embrace. Punching or striking oneself free was the most likely occurrence, given no-one could take such strikes to their head or upper body when their own arms were busy. But trying to haplessly push oneself free? In such a regard, Moira did not overstate that her embrace was unbreakable.

Feeling a return embrace of her own, albeit with Takao's meaty thighs as opposed to her arms, Moira grimaced and clenched her eyes shut; forcing her cheeks closer to the girl as she held on, seemingly trying to wear down the buxom beauty just as much as Takao was.

"Quite the stalemate...sweet thing..." Moira purred, between gasps of outright exertion as she tried to fold the powerful curves of her heavy foe into submission, with arms squeezing to the point of turning red. Feeling a grinding motion against her frame as Takao attempted to slick herself free, Moira would pull her arms in the opposite direction; using how greatly said arms had dug into Takao's curves to do the pulling. Much like burying ones shovel deep before making the first motion.

"One things for sure...you're not getting out..."

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"You say that... like it's in your favour..." Takao struggled to breath but she wouldn't let Moira feel she was completely in control. She was a bit annoyed at how Moira could back up her taunts, but she was also grateful she did not come off as terribly creative. Trying to pull against Takao, her body flared with exertion and heat, making the sweat between them feel like hot oil. It was a mixture of her own tension as well, the creeping apprehension of potential loss, and the way their bodies seemed to mold against one another; two forms, one muscled, the other weighty, playing fleshiness against power.

Takao had to admit, for all of Moira's narrow mindedness, her field of focus was one she took advantage of well. The older Japanese woman's body flexed with power, feeling like a molten ember as skin suctioned against skin and tops began to slip; they were getting hotter and hotter. Moira might be bigger but her own hug had a downside; Takao's powerful body was flexing harder and harder against the wave of pain, her own body's curves slowly disappearing as bulkheads of dense muscle arose to defy and hold back the wave of sweaty, opulent flesh.

Neither woman was getting any drier doing this. And Takao's body wasn't growing softer. Moira was huge, but Takao's powerful, flexing body was slowly crushing harder and harder against hers. The pain seared through her body, threatening to collapse her musculature, but as she took a deep breath to further expand her rib and lungs, she played against the sweaty slipperiness of the squeeze... and decided to add a little extra.

Moira's legs had been devastated mere minutes earlier but Takao was not the sort to waste an opportunity. At first they snaked over one of her flabby thighs, no doubt limp and still ringing with pain from the splits. All the more reason for her to make her day worse. At first she used it to help her pull herself down, but Takao's thighs began to squeeze and crush, her feet coiling around Moira's ankle and beginning to twist it outwards cruelly!

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Holding firm, wearing away at the figure in her arms, Moira could barely comprehend the level of sweat pouring off her figure. Had things not been bad enough, the thick bosom her cheeks were pressed so hard against from a sideways angle carried a layer themselves, coating the heavier figures face from cheek to forehead. Moments not spent compressing the abdomen of Takao with her meaty arms were moments spent adjusting her position as to avoid being suffocated by the salty liquid; rapid blinking falling upon the brunette, as she demanded the sweat roll from her eyes.

"It isn't...?" Honestly pondering given their position, a sudden firm and monstrous compression upon Takao's waistline from Moira would force her tummy inwards; even against the fleshy soft prison of Moira's frame, her arms were no-less tight. Controlling her own breath from both the exertion of her side bearhug and the hold put on her own figure, Moira was more than happy to play the long game, knowing that the moment Takao's body began to cave in, she would seize the advantage and force it all the way in!

Feeling a set of meaty thighs scrape further down however, Moira's plan would hit a toned wall in the form of yet another leg lock. With her thighs already burning from the earlier endeavour, that itself was enough to force the heavyweight to tap out any other day, a lowly yet increasingly loud howl would start to escape her lips, with her embrace lowering in power. With her legs already on the verge of breaking, Moira knew in this new long game that Takao had brought upon her frame she would undoubtedly lose, and quickly. Releasing her embrace without a moments notice, Moira's hands would push upon the firm front of her foe as if to roll her from her; pulling back at the same time with legs jerking in a rapid as motion as she could. Takao couldn't escape her embrace, but evidently she didn't need to. Not when she had made Moira the one who needed to escape!

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Moira's escape was sudden and frenetic Takao smelled blood in the water. Her opponent might be stronger by virtue of raw size with her arms but all of that meant nothing in a battle of legs. A predatory part of her psyche activated at the frantic motion, like a fish trying to escape the jaws of a snapping turtle. She had an idea of just how much Moira's legs hurt and it put quite a few ideas in her mind.

They couldn't immediately be put into practice however; her sides still ached and she needed her own breathing space, literally and figuratively. She was truthfully a bit irritated by what she perceived as the artlessness of the younger woman and her arrogance at her own slug-like body. Such sloppiness and apathy! She quietly wondered if she had any health risks; a silly, strange thought brought on by a mixture of pain, adrenaline, and her needling, somewhat elitist personality.

"You fight well for someone with so little style." Takao spoke as a matter of factly, clearly unimpressed by her opponent. "I wouldn't mind having a new pillow to sleep on when I'm done with you."

She cautiously approached Moira, her arms raised and stance half crouched; balance and readiness to strike. She would go for an early attack; a shoulder-ram tackle right into Moira's gut but she wasn't aiming on just bulldozing through her. The positioning of her arms and legs were important. She'd make sure her right foot would slip just slightly between Moira's while her arms closed around her body. The plan was to use both in conjunction; one foot pressing against the back of Moira's wounded ones to topple her balance and her strong arms to lift her up on her shoulder before slamming her back to the ground!

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Moira was all for playing body-mattress to opponents after a long hard fight, but something about Takao was different. The scale of the woman was massive, albeit still less than Moira's own, but her frame carried with it an aspect the heavyweight brunette could not have seen, but rather needed to experience. Namely, the fact that whilst she was smaller and lighter, Takao's frame carried with it a density and firmness that Moira couldn't wrangle with anything resembling ease!

Standing with the ache in her leg taking centre stage, effectively hobbling upon it with all her weight based to the other side, Moira offered a hand in mock fashion more than anything, as a means to simply try and deter an assault. Of course, it quickly failed, with Takao closing the distance with the brunette able at best to latch a hand to her shoulder!

"We'll see how stylish you..believe I am, in a minute!" Trying her best to hold a strong verbal front at least, Moira would bend her legs in expectation of yet another take down. Takao knew that the woman's legs were a mess, with a few more well-placed assaults to them likely bringing defeat in Takao's favour. Trying her best to stiffle it, failing mostly irregardless with but one leg, Moira would find herself utterly caught out as Takao opted for the duo not to go down, but rather straight up!

Hoisted off her feet with all two hundred plus pounds of her figure based on Takao's shoulder and arms, Moira could but howl before she was dropped to the canvas as quickly as she left it, body practically bouncing thanks to both the jiggle of the beauty and the power of the slam! Gagging in her predicament, her right hand quickly seeking to soothe the ache in her back, Moira attempted as slowly but surely as she could to roll to her front, before adopting a posture on all fours. Remaining grounded against this foe, what with her legs in the state they were, would have been a death sentence; one Moira was evidently aware of!

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Moira's immense weight and mass might have helped her in a pin but in a slam, it meant she would smack the ground far harder than a woman with a leaner, less fleshy frame. She struggled to move through her pain, to hide her front from Takao but to the Japanese veteran, it didn't matter much which side of her she decided to show. Before Moira could fully flip, a firm hand caught her wrist.

"I think your legs have had a good stretch. Why don't I help your arms?"

Takao fell backwards, pulling the curvier woman's shoulders over her body. Thighs that felt like they could crush metal crossed over her bicep while the iron hands of the submission expert clenched harder. Then she straightened out her body, pulling both in opposite directions! Familiar thighs flexed until they were tough as mountains, crushing flab and whatever muscle stood in their path. Meanwhile, her generous breasts teasingly smoothed down Moira's forearm as she simply pulled against her hand.

The commentators were going wild - "She's going to pull her arms off!"

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With her frame on its knees, Moira herself would come to life as a grip found itself upon her wrist. Bursting upwards with speed perhaps unfitting of her size, albeit with her free hand latching to the ropes before her for stability, Moira pulled as she rose in an effort to surprise her smaller foe. Given her rising motion, it would only have been natural for Takao to somewhat follow with Moira's forced grip; those rising shoulders serving as a platform of sorts for the figure pulled onto her. Simply put, Moira had hoisted Takao up with her, into a fireman's carry!

"I think...a taste of humble pie...might do well first!" Barely even adjusting to the weight upon her shoulders, the rarely aggressive Moira found herself bringing all the force in the world onto her foe, as she suddenly bucked back. Dropping Takao with her frame atop of her; that hefty weight pressed down via the shoulders that aid her, Moira seemingly opted to respond to yet another attempt to ragdoll her with a swift and apt samoan drop!

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Smacking the mat with an earth-shaking rumble, Takao's body bounced up from the mat and rolled to the side, one hand rubbing the sore and now bruised spot and another steadying herself against the ground. Whatever retort she had on her lips had disappeared under the hammerblow impact. Whereas Moira had tried to crush her before, here she brought her strength to bear in the most direct way possible in her first. She would need to grab the ropes to pull herself up, throwing back her shoulders to fight through the burning pain.

"Don't test your luck." She warned, her voice hot and tense, letting the last of the pain reduce itself to manageable levels. Moving back to her partially crouched stance, she would dart forth again, not yet crippled by a single strike. A vicious strike from her outstretched foot would shoot out fast and stinging, aimed at smacking into Moira's left knee, then her right. If that was successful in making her buckle and bend forwards, she would then try to pull off a move rare for a heavyweight.

Seemingly falling backwards, she would handstand off the ground and attempt to wrap her crushing leg muscles around Moira's head to swing her overhead in a frankensteiner, almost unheard of in her weight range!

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Moira's move was one of desperation, and one seldom practised, but even with it being her first time the move would have been effective. Moira was a big figure after all, and not purely height wise. What little of her substantial weight that did drop upon Takao after the great fall would of only added to the assault. Rising surprisingly at an equal, if not slower pace to her foe, the sheer leg ache flaring up in the busty amazons frame began to tear at her. With her frame facing Takao's own, arms up in a boxer posture that in reality did little for her body, Moira found herself yelping at the twin strikes that came at her.

Crouching heavily with her already injured knees flaring up further, the heavyweight found herself curiously watching as her smaller but still mighty opponent attacked. In a way completely unfitting for her size!

Pulled up and over by legs that clamped onto her neck with incredibly firmness yet ease, Moira found herself screaming as her body flipped through the air. Landing somewhat nastily on her back, immediately writhing, the brunette heavyweight found her feet kicking against the mat in frustration, with her body for the moment completely out of it!

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The crowd was in shock and wonder at seeing this heavyweight take a move normally from the luchador handbook and work it into that of a submission specializing heavyweight. It wasn't a proper frankensteiner technically as Takao never actually got on her opponent's shoulder. Yet even without being able to use her weight to the same degree, she had swung Moira like a giant slab of meat, one that jiggled and shuddered like jello on a speeding car from the slam.

And Takao couldn't help but feel satisfied deep down. She was no pure sadist yet those thrashing movements and the feeling of momentary vulnerability excited her on a deeply animalistic level. This woman was in pain yet the pain she currently endured would be nothing compared to that which Takao had partaken in numerous times in the past.

Previously, they had seen one of her simpler manoeuvres, essentially twisting Moira's legs in two opposite directions a perfect 180 degrees.

Now, she was going to attempt a similarly more cruel hold, simply given the title of the stress test. Yet it wasn't a misnomer. Beginning as rolling Moira over onto her stomach, she followed up by crossing her legs like an "x", locking her own over their ankles from a perpendicular side angle of approach before rolling forwards. Now on her back, Takao would stretch and strain one of Moira's already terribly damaged legs, pulling against the knee! Gradually she began to rub one of her legs against her meaty thighs, deciding that she deserved some relief... if having her enormous thighs used as a rubbing post by Takao's was any kind of pleasure right now!