Amelie Roux vs. Bubbles Burste - The French Connection

[BlackAkuma]

Match or not, Mariah was still a wrestler at heart, and some things just didn’t go away, no matter how many years had passed. She was trained to get her shoulders up when the count came down so long as she was able, so Amelie started slapping, reflexes took over. Besides, she was the type to just lay down and be worn over by anyone, not even Bubbles. She frequently made her wife work to dominate her in bed, and, yeah, that was rarely any trouble for the fabled Killer of Virgins, but that wasn’t the point. The struggle was half the fun.

Not that her defiance was getting her much of anywhere at the moment. With Amelie on top and in control, it was all too clear that she wasn’t going anywhere the Frenchwoman didn’t want, and right now, she just wanted her flat on the bed and smooshed, caught under curves that were shifting up her body.

”Wait, wait-” Her protests were cut off as Amelie’s breasts swept over her face, coming just short of taking her nose. Soft, welcoming, pliable flesh, but so solid that she couldn't get any purchase in them, traps that could devour a face in its entirety. The only reason Mariah could breathe at all was because her torturer was toying with her, and who knew how long that would last.

Trapped, all she could do was wriggle about underneath Amelie’s crushing form and squeal into bigger bodies, her cries muffled by a mountain of fulsome flesh.

[Devilish53]

Even if Amelie wasn't making any active effort to smother and restrain Mariah, Mariah's size made her the utmost perfect of victims to Amelie's assets. Amelie was far from being the largest within the heavyweight division, but she was certainly well above average. All of that size was making itself known to Mariah, given how firmly the smaller girl was being pressed into the bed. A part of Amelie wished the two were on a more solid surface so that Amelie could have enjoyed the sensation of giving her would-be foe a intense and heated bodypressing ontop of her smother. Oh well, she figured. This was certainly more than enough.

"Submit?" She'd wiggle, thrusting her hips back and forth to force the issue, as Mariah's face completely remained out of view. She'd only have a soft hand on either of Mariah's arms, but that would be all that would be needed. Unless Mariah was deceptively stronger than she looked, there was only one way out and that would be through submission.

Though, Amelie would be keen to see if Mariah wanted to see if she could wait the French giant out...

[BlackAkuma]

Mariah didn’t want to submit, though the reasons were…complicated.

It was hardly the first time she’d been smothered by a pair of large breasts - hell, hardly a week went by where she didn’t spend some time between her wife’s pair, usually when they were wrestling and things got a little intense. There were few things better than spending a night nestled at her wife’s side, with her face half-engulfed by flesh, so this shouldn’t have been anything new to her.

But it was. No two tits were the same, after all, and she found herself enjoying Amelie’s softer, bouncier pair, moving over her face like warm marshmallows. Wonderfully welcoming.

Now, if only she could breathe.

Mariah struggled underneath Amelie, but there wasn’t much she could do. Too much weight, spread all over, covering her, pressing her from every direction. The more she struggled, the more energy she wasted, the weaker her struggles grew. It was a downward spiral, and there was only one way she could see out of it.

Mariah tapped. And tapped. And tapped…

[Devilish53]

Amelie had Mariah dead to rights the moment she got atop of her. The smaller girl could scratch, claw, even wrap her arms for a choke or squeeze. Though none of it would bare her any fruit, given Amelie had to do absolutely nothing save for lay across her foe.

The perks of being a giantess, it seemed.

A tap out soon came of course, with Amelie knowing full well she’d find one if eventually. It didn’t matter if Mariah had the greatest endurance in women’s wrestling. If she couldn’t breathe, that was that. Though with an impromptu match against an opponent she wasn’t even officially facing, came further possibilities for playfulness. Or perhaps that was down to the fact there was no official present to stop her fun.

"Oh? I thought we agreed beforehand?" She’d raise an eyebrow, not that Mariah could see it, alongside adding an inquisitive tone to her apparently genuine query.

"Verbal submissions only..." Her grin would grow the length of her face as she spoke, with her pearly whites shining out. "If you want the match to end, I need to hear you say it..."

A simple task in itself - made outright impossible given Mariah’s position. And even then, Amelie could always mishear.

[BlackAkuma]

Did Mariah agree to anything beforehand? Maybe. She couldn't quite remember the rules, at the moment. Asphyxiation always had a way of making her memory foggy, funny how that worked.

Her tapping grew harder when it was clear that she wasn’t getting the air that she craved, as Amelie kept up the pressure, smothering her with these unrelenting curves. Reflexes took over and she tried to breath despite the blocking, only sucking up mouthfuls of flesh instead, sucking and licking at the flesh as if she might steal some stray puff of air through it. She twisted, squirmed, bucked, but it was like fighting quicksand. Everything she did made her sink deeper, took away more energy, drew her deeper into the trap.

Amelie wanted her to verbally submit? Fine, she’d verbally submit. Or try to, anyway.

They came out as muffled screams, but they came out. Even as her body began to wither and weaken and her taps turned into gentle touches. Pleading, begging for release, even as the world grew quieter and darker…

[Devilish53]

Amelie had to do absolutely nothing extra to press Mariah more and more to her groggy state. And yet, she couldn't resist doing just that, if only to bring about greater excitement on her own end with an even more entrapping hold. Mariah probably thought the encompassing grip Amelie held upon her could grow no more restrictive. But if Amelie had her way, well...

"Still no submissions? So stubborn..." Amelie's teasing never ceased as she began to motion Mariah's arms next to her sides, before locking her arms slowly and surely around Mariah's body to keep them there. A tighter flex from Amelie would add a bearhug to the mix, but given the victims predicament already, Amelie had absolutely no interest in detracting from the work her large bosom was doing.

For all the whilst she began to entrap Mariah's arms further, she'd seek to do the same to her legs. With Amelie's own thighs releasing whatever grip they held over Mariah's limbs, before she'd have her right leg slide under and around her victims legs to meet her left. Again, she wouldn't flex to add a thigh scissor to Mariah's predicament, but with that motion, every one of Mariah's limbs would now be fully ensnared...

[BlackAkuma]

Not only was Mariah unable to verbally submit, but she was rapidly reaching the point where she couldn't even contemplate the idea, her mind swimming as the lack of oxygen took its toll. Her struggles were reduced to mere twitches, wriggling about like a fish on a hook, hopelessly ensnared. At this point, it would’ve been hard to even tell if she was awake, save for the occasional spasm and the faintest moan.

But it wasn’t a position she was totally unfamiliar with, either. After all, she’d been under Bubbles like this countless times, and you’d think that would make her accustomed to this sort of thing. But her wife was always playful, even at her roughest, whereas Amelie was more like a cat playing with a hapless mouse, and it didn’t look like she’d be growing tired of the game any time soon.

That point was only driven home as Amelie folded her up like a crepe, wrapping her up in a prison of flesh and trapping her legs, denying her even the smallest avenues of resistance. It was a distressing situation, but Mariah couldn't even properly register it, so far gone that she couldn't even remember where she was, and that the blond giantess on top of her wasn’t her wife. So far gone that instinct began to take over, with her body defaulting to what it always did in this situation.

Licking. Sucking. Kissing. Mariah moved from fighting her entrapment to embracing it, letting her mouth go wild on her tormentress’ tender breasts. There was only so much she could do with her strength fading, her limbs snared, but that did nothing to worsen her technique, honed from a hundred hard lovemaking sessions with the Virgin Killer.

[Devilish53]

Legs locked and arms hugging away, Mariah wasn't afforded an inch of space anywhere. Well, save her face. And there was only one place that was going to wiggle further into. Much to the French giant's pleasure.

Humming away as she somehow engrossed Mariah all the more so, Amelie's body was subtlety flexing to add a further allure to the mix. Sure, Amelie's massive size meant that a predicament like this was nigh inescapable for someone like Mariah regardless of her skill or strength. But with a small showcase of muscle, Amelie was implying that even had she not possessed such scale, Mariah's predicament would have been the same. Not to mention the fact Mariah would be free to rub and tease against the toned biceps and midsection of the woman currently smothering her silly.

Oh yes, Amelie was having her fun. Buckets of it, in fact. But she was not cruel.

Experience from putting many a girl in a hold like this told her that whilst Mariah was struggling with breaths of molten lava filling up Amelie's cleavage, she was not out. Not just yet. The moment Mariah showed signs of reaching such a state, Amelie would unwind with not a moment to lose, before gently prodding the smaller, sweat-covered girl awake.

Of course, Amelie was hoping for one thing to happen before Mariah reached such a state.

That being the arrival of the woman Amelie was due to face, with Bubbles being presented with a hell of a scenario before her the moment she did arrive...

[BlackAkuma]

”Yo, listen up, here’s the story about a little guy that lives in a blue world. And all day and all and everything he sees is just blue, like him, inside and outside…”

Anyone walking down the LAW corridors would be subject to a pleasant sight and a significantly less pleasant sound, as Bubbles made her way down the hall towards her next match, striding down with her body on full display, all while she sang an awkward Southern rendition of a song that went out of style nearly two decades ago.

Bubbles, ready to go

Bubbles was rarely in a bad mood, but today she was in a better one than most of the time, knowing what was in store for her at the end of the hall. She didn’t just have a match, but a private match in one of LAW’s special rooms, and not against any old opponent - no, LAW had struck gold and given her someone her own size to play with. It was always fun to sling around smaller women, Bubbles lived for that, but she craved opponents that could hit back as hard as she hit them, who she could go hog wild with an let loose. If even half of what she’d heard of Amelia Roux was true, she fit the bill.

Bubbles was so excited, in fact, that she’d forgotten to charge her phone on the train, and it died about halfway. But no problem. She was here now, Mariah would be waiting for her, they could touch bases, and then…

”I’m blue, da bi di da bi whaaaaaaaaat?”

Bubbles opened the door to see an…intriguing sight, to say the least. First, there was a large woman lying in the middle of the room. Just based on context, she assumed that was Amelia. If so, she had a great ass, and she looked forward to groping it. But she was far more concerned about the legs and feet sticking out from underneath Amelia. Familiar arms and feet.


Bubbles canted her head to the side, not quite sure how to take this. Her first instinct was to be worried, but her second one reminded her that this wasn’t too uncommon of a thing. She and Mariah did have an open policy on intimate relations, and it wasn’t the first time she’d had fun on the side. That being said, it was hard to know what this fell under.

”Sooooooooooo I’m Bubbles. Nice to meet ya.” She flashed a quick, weak smile at Amelia, then focused back to Mariah. ”Sorry, but as hot as that is, I gotta ask: why’re you smothering my wife to sleep?”

[Devilish53]

Amelie was imagining her plan backfiring in quite a peculiar way, given how deeply engrossed she was over Mariah's form. She could already picture in her mind Bubbles arriving, only to question why the French giant had taken to so lazily sprawling herself across the bed by her lonesome.

Given that Mariah could have so easily have been hidden, had Amelie just parted and spread her own green locks a touch more...

"Oh...!" Amelie found herself rather surprised as the door flung open - revealing the giant she was set to actually face today. Though to her pleasure, Bubbles was quick to spot what the French giant had done to her beloved wife.

"What else was I suppose to do?" Amelie begin to rise, slowly and quite literally peeling herself off of Mariah, with her hands nudging at the now motionless limbs of her victim to slide off of her. She thought a gentle release was the least she could do, all things considering.

"You took your time." Despite the strenuous smother, Amelie hadn't truly broken a sweat in her efforts to make Mariah's eyes cross, with the French giant in possession of what she thought was ample stamina - though she'd likely need it all if she was to leave Bubbles in such a similar state. This gal was massive.

Standing tall before her massive foe, Amelie raised her finger before rather haplessly extending it - to prod right into the massive bust of Bubbles. With quite the gleam to her face, as her body slowly cooled off from all the contact with the wife of her foe.

"If anything, this is kinda your fault."