Gil "Arma-Gil-O" vs Amelie Roux - Queen of The Beach Match

[Devilish53]

Amelie could only imagine Gil's cartoonish flailing as she flung through the air, with the motion having kicked up a good deal of sand back in Amelie's face. Sand that was easily removed with a few rubs of her eyes, but not before Amelie had missed the aerial spectacle. Something that made her tut, as she pushed to all fours before going for a rise.

Though with Gil landing as she did, Amelie couldn't help but laugh all the same!

"You look like a plant ready for the harvest..." She'd hum, hand to her mouth to try and hide her giggle, before she let loose a louder laugh all the same. Reaching down after casually cutting the distance, Gil would find aid coming to her to help her from the sand, but in quite a patronising manner. For Amelie opted to grasp the right ankle of Gil, before simply heaving her up and out of it!

As if she were a fish she just caught!

All the whilst her other hand merely rested to her hips, in a showcase of power fuelled once more by the insane size difference!

"Are you okay, little eggplant?"

[Arista]

"Mphpmm..." She grunted into the sand. She made no effort on her own to move, she was one with the sand, one with the beach... It didn't taste all that nice, it was hard to breath, and it was rough, and course, and it got everywhere...! Maybe she should stop acting like a ostrich and get her butt out of the air, and her face out of the sand....!

"Phweh!" Gil spat out some sand and blew her nose out to shoot some out of there as well. "...No, I'm not okay...! I have sand in my mouth, my eyes, and my nose...! I think I have some in my ears too... And now the blood rushing to my head, let me go...!" She fussed and kicked her one free leg as she was dangled up-side down, like a prize Amelie had just won and was showing off to the crowd!

Her attempts were, again, fruitless, she couldn't seem to get anything going against this lady, she was a titan, an unstoppable force...! Amelie had barely moved since the start of this match, and Gil was zipping all around to try and get something going in her direction. She was breaking a sweat, meanwhile this was just a day out on the beach for Amelie...! "...Hey, I'll make a deal with you! If you let me go, I'll pay you back in anything you want, within reason, of course...!" Gil thought if brute force wasn't the way, maybe diplomacy was...!

[Devilish53]

Gil could have landed a kick on Amelie's hand and broken the grip herself, but that wild struggle of hers meant it was like trying to hit a bullseye in the dark. Anywhere else on Amelie simply wouldn't do - even if it was to be against the French gals torso, the way she was stood!

"Well, I can't just let you go.." Amelie began to speak, only to be interrupted by quite the offer. One she'd naturally refuse, given Amelie was fully out to take all the fun she wanted in this encounter, but it didn't hurt to tease the small gal in amidst her grip.

"Anything I want? Like...what? A comfy seat?" The French gals wink likely went unseen by the dangling prize within her hand, but nonetheless she opted to move ahead with her plan. Though a part of her did want to hear what Gil would offer, what she had in mind was simply too appealing to do otherwise.

Gently putting down Gil via her back first, Amelie moved as to have herself straddle the smaller gal from above, whilst still clutching her leg to stop her from moving. With her rear facing Gil it was hardly a surprise as to what came next, as the French gal slowly squatted down before kicking out her feet.

To pay back Gil for that face sit a handful of seconds ago, with one of her own, naturally! Albiet, it was a notably more massive version than Gil's lithe form gave!

[Arista]

"...I- I know what you're thinking, but trust me, my face isn't even that comfortable, I can think of a million more faces you'd rather sit on...! I could do anything else, after I win the match, that is...! Like, I could give you... Umm... Please don't sit on my face..." Gil gave up trying to come up with anything, but mercy wasn't on the menu today!

Amelie let her down easy, resting her in the sand gently before she squatted just above Gil's face, almost taunting Gil with a little taste of what was to come. The shadow cast over her face as she turned her face from the side to up so she stared directly Amelie's plump posterior! "...Is this really-" Gil wouldn't even be able to finish her sentence before Amelie let her feet out from under her and smashed her ass into Gil's face, burying her head halfway in the sand from the force, while the other half was so far up her bottom it wasn't even funny...!

"Mmmph..." A weak whine muffled out from underneath the much larger of the two women, along with it rose Gil's shaky and weak hand, slapping off rhythm on Amelie's hip, even though her taps wouldn't end the match, or get Amelie off her any quicker, it really only made her look pathetic. Her knees bent then straightened, wobbling side-to-side a little, her efforts were noticeable minimal, whether or not she was tired, or just accepting, and or enjoying her fate, wasn't known by anyone but Gil herself!

[Devilish53]

Amelie was forever holding restraint with Gil - with her bent knees, alot of her weight was supported by her legs as opposed to Gil's head. To sit entirely on the smaller gals head would have been outright cruel, and undeserving as could be. Gil thus far had been quite the fun opponent, be it through her attempts to wrangle Amelie or convince her to lay down for her in verbal fashion. Amelie had every intention of exhausting Gil like never before - but if all went to plan, Gil would end this match without a bruise on her small body!

Though her restraint didn't stop her enjoying the facesit all the same, as she wiggled as much as her restrained hold would let her. Smushing her large rear down into the cheeks of Gil, Amelie's hands were to her thighs to keep her weight balanced. Though she'd briefly lose a little of said balance, as she turned her head to try and gaze at the top of Gil's own!

"Still alive down there?" She'd hum, barely reacting at all to the fact Gil was beating a funky tune on her hips with those hand slaps!

[Arista]

Gil was wearing thin, physically, she was mostly okay, if not a little short of air due to her currant predicament, but her game plan was in shambles! What she thought might work out for her against a larger foe, like Amelie, was only wearing her out, making her look like a fool, and getting her face squashed by the bigger woman's posterior.

"Mhm..." Gil would shoot a thumbs up to her side, so Amelie could see it, letting her know, she was in-fact, still awake, for better or for worse. There had to be something she could do, something that would turn the tides of this bout in her favor...! It was clear to her, Amelie wasn't putting all of her effort forward, but even still, it wouldn't be easy for her to break loose of her cheeks-to-cheeks smother-hold...!

A shove, a buck-up, and a squirm, nothing. A shift, an attempted roll, and a sorry effort of using her own head and face to lift up Amelie, nothing, again... Except for maybe burying herself a little deeper between her opponents cheeks... Desperation sunk in, she would have to hope for mercy, because nothing she was doing was getting her any closer to breaking away from this smother...! "Mmmph...!" Gil tapped both of her hands frantically on Amelie's plush backside, whining as it wobbled on her face from the light smacks. "Mmm...!" She was practically begging for a second shot at things, if only just to save her from the humiliation...!

[Devilish53]

Given the size and weight difference, had Amelie been of a cruelly variety she didn't think it would have been cocky for her to say that she could have smothered Gil out here and now. The smaller woman wasn't getting out, not unless she was to slip out like a wet bar of soap being gripped too hard. That, or she'd bite her way free. Something Amelie couldn't ever even imagine a girl this kind doing.

But freedom came for Gil all the same, as Amelie willingly peeled her big body forward, briefly sitting upon Gil's lap before pushing off her as to sit against the girls side. With almost insane ease, she'd look to grab at Gil's arms, and pull the likely wheezing girl upon her own knees, as to be facing one another.

For Amelie's kindness in releasing the facesit wouldn't be all that after all. For she'd look to immediately hug Gil against her front as she sat down - with the current placement of Gil's head meaning there was only one place for the middleweight to go. Right into Amelie's bust!

[Arista]

What was she supposed to do, she kicked sand up and pawed away at Amelie rump, but it was ass as far as the eye could see...! There was no escape, her fate was sealed, ass was all she had come to know, all she could see, smell, taste, it was everything...! She counted her blessings and hoped for the best, Amelie had gotten the better of her...

Suddenly, the sun was no longer blocked out but the Great Amelie Eclipse...! She could breathe again...! She gasped, coughing the clear her lungs as she barely moved without assistance from Amelie. "...The Great Armagilo does it aga-" She went to toot her own horn, despite not doing anything, but before she could even manage, she was brought up into a hug, pressed between her opponents boobs, plunging her back into darkness again...!

She lifted her hands and kneaded Amelie's chest like a kitten, gentle and soft. Her arms eventually fell back limp, handing at her sides. She had begun to sweat and the sand had stuck onto her cheeks and shoulders, meanwhile, Amelie looked almost un-touched...! Gil had to save up her energy for one last go, one more try at an escape, and lucky for her, she was right where she wanted to be...! She reached back, her arms, embracing Amelie right back, making for a tender moment, but it was all a ploy...! She felt around for a second, finding the tie on the back her opponent's top, undoing it with one little tug...!

[Devilish53]

The considerably smaller gal wasn't failing to tickle Amelie at every turn, often literally. Gil's belief that she had escaped the tremendous facesit of her own accord would have been quite the sight, and Amelie herself didn't opt to break it to Gil that the smother had been released by choice. Though what came next kind of gave that away regardless!

Pressed into Amelie's gigantic rack, Gil's head all but disappeared from view. Her facesits and her breast smothers were in equal part dangerous, but resilience to use the former fully out of fear of outright crushing Gil's skull meant that the smother at hand right now was notably more impressive. For Amelie's arms were damn near immovable, with a grip to either wrist out of perhaps concern that Gil might suddenly try to burst free with a insane show of strength. One that never came, of course. Instead, the smaller gal seemed to try and pat the grip free. Not to mention smack upon Amelie's bust, which for all its insane size barely jiggled at all!

"Don't you worry, once you're..." Amelie began to hum in a nice whisper - her plan still being that to weaken Gil until her smaller gal couldn't stand straight, before lightly placing her in the hole from which Amelie could claim victory in these curious match circumstances. But attempts to lull Gil into a pleasant slumber were outright replaced with a yell, as Amelie felt Gil's hands gain success.

Not against her grip, nor her body. But her attire!

"ACK..!" Her face recoiled, head coming back with mouth agape. Amelie herself had little fear of being nude - but in the right circumstances. And of her own accord - she had zero intention of being stripped against her will. Least of all by someone deep in her boobs!

Attempts to keep the smother with one hand would be average at best, given Amelie opted to try and keep her restraint of Gil whilst letting her left hand free of her right wrist. To bring it back, in an attempt to salvage her bra by prying at Gil's grip!

But if the smaller gals hands were too lively and unyielding; a very likely possibility given the range of motion Gil had behind Amelie's back, then the French giant would be given no choice but to release. To save her modesty!

[Arista]

A great victory...! She hadn't won the war, but this battle belonged to Gil...! It was rare that Gil would win a contest of strength, but wrestling wasn't all about brutes and meat-head knocking together, it was about everything, not just physicals attributes, like speed, agility, flexibility, endurance, but also the mental games...! Gil was far from a strategist, but she was mischievous at times, and could be hard to handle, unintentionally she could get under foes skin at times, just by being herself, and in cases like this, by being a little demon...!

Even with just one-arm tending to her head now, the other fixing Amelie's attire, Gil still wasn't strong enough to plow her way out of this, but there was a noticeable amount of more slack to work with... Gil wiggled her way lowering, nearly digging a second hole as she got low and popped right out of the smother, rolling back ward and stumbling up to her feet...!

"...I've done it again, the Great Armagilo, cannon be contained...!" She threw her arms up, her hair tussled, sand all over her body, her bikini bottoms wedged up her butt, she looked like a complete mess...! She slumped over, resting her hands on her knees. "...My, my... You really are something, Amelie...!" She shot her head up, knowing she had to be opportunistic...!

"...But I'll show you what I am...!" She started, kicking up the sand beneath her feet as she took off, from zero to one-hundred in a split second, running right at Amelie, looking to land her ass right in her face before she could even finish tying her top back on. If she landed the move, she wouldn't stop there, lifting up slightly, she would drop herself again, and again, and again, not only knocking Amelie's head, but also making an imprint in the sand with the giant's body...! She would do it over and over, before finally, standing all the way up, doing a small lap, even show-boating for a moment by waving to the crowd and flashing a toothy-grin, before leaping up and and landing a Dew-Drop right on the woman's face...!