Amelie Roux vs. Bubbles Burste - The French Connection

[BlackAkuma]

Bubbles would say this much about Amelie, straight off the bat: homegirl was confident.

Not too many people would have the nerve to smother out someone’s spouse, walk up to them with a smile on her face, and then pretend like it was said spouse’s fault that the smothering happened in the first place. That sort of thing had a habit of causing less than favorable reactions among people, and in many cases, it would’ve turned this sensual match into a hardcore battle straightaway.

Luckily, Bubbles was exceptional in many ways—a special breed. Arms akimbo, she looked down at the finger poking her chest, then leaned to the side and looked around her, trying to get a good view of her wife. ”Hey. Mariiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiah.” She called out, using her sweet Southern twang to help rouse the sleeping beauty. ”You still alive over there?”

Just starting to rejoin the waking world, Mariah made unintelligible noises that no translator could make into a coherent sentence. It had a positive tone, though, which Bubbles took as a good sign.

”My fault, huh? Doesn’t sound like she’s complaining. Everything worked out.” Bubbles stepped forward and pressed her chest against Amelie's, letting their flesh meet and slide against each. While the Virgin Killer was the larger woman, the Frenchwoman was nothing to scoff at. There was a lot of power in that body, and if the way she’d decimated Mariah was anything to go on, she knew how to use it.

She leaned in and pressed their foreheads together, seeing how much she could push Amelie back. ”How about you try that on me next, huh?”

[Devilish53]

Amelie knew Mariah's state was not one to concern over - purely because it was a state she had put the girl in. She'd smothered girls enough times between her excessive curves to know when someone would be dazed, and when someone would be well and truly out. Mariah was neither, with the smallest girl in the room now floating evenly between those two points. A cold touch or even small splash of water later, and Mariah would be fine. Though neither Amelie nor likely Bubbles would be so harsh as to wake her suddenly from her pleasurable slumber.

Though it would leave the two with quite an issue -as their designated 'fighting space' was now occupied by the sleeping Mariah. And it would likely remain so until Mariah awoke of her own accord!

Smile as wide as her hips as Bubbles practically invited reprisal given her own words of confidence, Amelie would raise her hands to gently take Bubble's hips between her fingers. The two were evenly matched in size and scale, with neither woman possessing the outright advantage when it came to curves. Though where as Amelie's own strength was hidden beneath her delightful curves, Bubbles power was oh so much more apparent.

"So..." Amelie literally had to drag her eyes upwards from Bubble's washboard abs and gigantic breasts, with a shake of her own head to try and get the long green locks from out of her gaze.

"How did you two meet?" An odd question to ask at a time like this. Made all the odder by the fact Amelie softly began to exhibit strength through her grip - as she slowly pulled herself onto Bubbles, to give that huge form a delightfully firm squish...

[BlackAkuma]

Mariah was awake. Kind of. Sort. Not really.

She was about half into the waking world now, dragged into it by Bubbles’ voice. Her wife and Amelie were chatting a little, though she wasn’t lucid enough to understand it. She could pick up the tone well enough - flirtatious, dangerous, excited. It sounded like her wife was getting ready to cut loose, which meant she was about to turn this room into a sexual warzone, a hurricane of lust that Mariah was in the eye of.

She tried to sit up once, then flopped back down. Tried again, then flopped back down. The third time proved the charm, and she could muster enough energy to roll off the bed and land face down on the floor. Not much, but it was a start.

Bubbles gave her a glance over Amelie’s shoulder before returning her attention to more pressing matters - namely, the woman pressing up against her. This was common in her fights with women close to her own size. Rams locked horns, peacocks preened, cobras bared their fangs, and giant, lustful muscular women pressed their breasts against each other. Such was nature.

Bubbles stood her group and squished back, pushing hard with a solid stance and bringing their foreheads together. ”Met in this wrestling promotion back home. She was my manager, helped me get into things, we hit it off and we’ve been hitting it off ever since. Simple story, really.” She shot her tongue out, grazing Amelie’s lips. ”What about you? Single? No little lady at home?”

[Devilish53]

Amelie didn't expect Mariah would do much to grab her attention, unless she showed signs of injury. A scene the French giant couldn't imagine ever occurring. And yet she found her head turning all the same, as she heard the surefire signs of Mariah hitting the floor. She'd be sure to lock a glance upon Mariah and ensure this girl wasn't outright injured or agonized, only for Amelie to breath a small sigh of relief.

"Ah good." She'd think, turning her gaze back to the giant before her. "Just smothered witless."

Finding herself sliding back just an inch or so, Amelie tried her best to reaffirm herself in a manner that came off as effortless. Something that likely could never be done, considering who she was trying to heave against.

"Ohhh that's quite a cute tale..." Amelie hummed, genuinely interested, even as she began latching her hands onto Bubbles if only to softly grip them. She'd continue talking in a hush tone, as she began to lift Bubble's arms slowly up past her torso, to be high in the sky.

If the giant let her, of course.

"So she saw you in-ring, atop of someone...and decided she wanted to be that someone?" By now, Amelie would be tickling her hands down Bubble's biceps, as if she was more of an exotic dancer up close than a professional wrestler. All the whilst keeping the thick biceps of Bubbles nice and high - out of the way.

"I'm quite curious what you'd talk about on that first date..." Her hands continued to tickle as Amelie's body stayed tight, with the fingers of the French giant now to Bubble's shoulders. Then her shoulder blades. Until slowly they would lock around the lower back of this massive woman, with her grip clenched to ensure breaking it wouldn't be an easy task. For soon Amelie would pull just a little, to see if it was even possible to consider the prospect of bearhugging Bubbles.

She couldn't resist trying, after all.

[BlackAkuma]

Bubbles could’ve used a wide range of words to describe the relationship between her and Mariah in the early days. ‘Hot’. ‘Passionate’. ‘X-Rated’. ‘Lewd’. ‘Sweaty’. She could probably fill up a notepad with descriptions if given enough time, but she would dare say that ‘cute’ wouldn’t appear much.

”Something like that.” Bubbles hummed back as her arms were lifted, allowing the slightly smaller woman to manipulate her at will. While she was a bigger fan of starting hot, she could go for a slow start, too, provided it was with someone who made it enjoyable. Amelie definitely fit the bill. ”She’s got a thing for big girls. But I’m guessing you figured that much out.”

Bubbles didn’t want to ruin the mood, but she couldn't hold back a little giggle as Amelie’s hands roamed her body and her fingers skipped along her flesh. She didn’t mind the sensations, though, and she was curious where it was going. Her curiosity would be sated quickly, as her opponent’s arms locked behind her back. Squeezing her. Crushing her.

”Huh.” She grunted, a little with pain and a little from surprise. ”Are you trying to bearhug me?”

She couldn’t remember the last time someone had attempted that on her - she was sure it happened before, but nothing specific came to mind. There were a lot of ways she could break out of a hold like this, even now, but she wasn’t interested in any of them. No, she wanted to see where this ride took her.

”Well, okay, go for it, then.” She sucked her stomach in, giving Amelie more room to work with. ”Careful not to throw out your back, though.”

Meanwhile, Mariah decided she didn’t have the energy to stand up yet, so she figured the next best thing to leaving would be to put herself out of sight and mind. She slid under the bed and took refuge in the shadows, hoping the giantesses didn’t decide to use it like a trampoline.

[Devilish53]

A bearhug in wrestling was a submission move - one designed to literally crush your opponent and render them incapable of either breathing, or simply incapable of carrying on through the pain. Amelie was looking for a bearhug alright, but she neither of those goals in mind. Nay, this was more a firm squeeze one would use on a friend they had not seen in eons.

Or perhaps a busty giant, where in which the 'attacker' couldn't resist pressing all the tighter.

"Oh?" Amelie turned her head, standing straight as Bubbles outright admitted she was letting her do so. Hell, she even sucked in her wide midriff to help her in the task. Not that Amelie used that to squeeze tighter, but rather.

More warmly.

For the reduced width, however brief, of Bubbles core allowed Amelie to slip her hands up either arm just a little bit more. Now Bubbles would find Amelie cutting the space just a little bit more, with the heavy bust of the French giant really squishing in. Though the abs of Bubbles had yet to really concede - albeit that was hardly a surprise.

Of course, all of this was merely a fun game of sorts by the French giant - one played purely because their 'ring' was still occupied by Mariah. Yes she had seen the smaller gal roll from it, but Amelie didn't want to risk their fun quite literally spilling off the bed - resulting in Mariah becoming what would have been a literal pancake.

Had she turned around and spotted Mariah had disappeared from sight, the cuddly embrace of hers would be used to pull Bubbles into the 'ring.' Until that moment was reached of course, Amelie would make do with slowly trying to anaconda this massive woman. If in a soft manner, if such a thing was possible.

[BlackAkuma]

Bubbles chewed her lip as Amelie pressed in, letting their bodies mold together, flesh against flesh and muscle against muscle. They hadn't entirely crossed the gulf from pain to pleasure yet, but the Frenchwoman’s embrace was tight and restrictive, showing a good fraction of the power she could bring to the table. She knew her power well enough to gauge the strength of women who were cut from the same clothes, and she could tell that Amelie had no shortage of strength she could bring to bear, and that, once they cut loose, she’d be in for a wild fight.

That made her hungry. She was starving, even. She loved those arms around her waist, loved the surging power she felt within them, threatening to crush her at any second. To say nothing of Amelie’s teasing attitude, looking over her with that devilish grin. It was enough to bring shivers up the Virgin Killer’s spine, and she found herself lost in the moment, just savoring the touch of their bodies.

The grinding, the squeezing, the squishing - it was all good. But Bubbles wanted it to be better. And she knew how, too.

Her arms were getting tired staying straight up like that, she decided to let them rest, and what better place to do so than on Amelie’s shoulders? And while they were there, she might as well wrapped them around the Frenchwoman’s neck and pull her in closer…closer…closer, still. Close enough for their foreheads to graze against each other. For their noses to rub. For their lips to kiss.

She gave Amelie a single, tepid kiss. Barely a touch. A fish nibbling on the lure. The second one was long, a full second. Then another, twice longer and hotter. More followed, coming harder and faster, bringing the tongue along with them to slide between her teeth.

[Devilish53]

Amelie wasn’t expecting Bubbles to stand throughout the entirety of the moment with her arms above her head. Her frame may have felt like stone, but she wasn’t literally made of it.

Though the further Amelie’s body delved into her fellow giant’s frame, she began to question such a thing more and more.

Humming just a little at the sudden tickle of fingers upon her shoulders, Amelie’s hands were now sliding past either arm to the point where she could have gripped her elbows. Had she done so and squeezed, even the thick frame of Bubbles would have felt a level of compression of which there’d be no ignoring.

Instead, unsurprisingly, Amelie latched her hands not to either arm but to the opposing side of Bubbles. There was now little leverage to squeeze, but Amelie had absolutely no desire to do so anyway. She just wanted this giant incapable of pulling away for even a moment!

Her confidence growing as Bubble’s tickled with a light kiss, Amelie opted to go for broke. Already confident few would even dare to try and embrace Bubbles like this, Amelie would opt to put Bubbles in an even more rare situation. For Amelie would soon opt to lean back, lifting this massive woman in the process!

Nigh instantly, Amelie would wiggle and rub her thighs at Bubble's own to gesture that the muscular woman wrap her own in amidst the lift.

Hips. Thighs. It didn’t matter where Bubble’s opted to lock her own limbs. Either would increase the contact all the same, whilst making it all the easier for Amelie to hold her high.

No doubt, this was a position Bubbles had Mariah and like-sized figures in many a time.

But to be in this position herself?

Amelie was keen to find out if this was the first occurrence.

[BlackAkuma]

Had Bubbles ever been in a situation like this before? It was tough to say. She’d rumbled with big women every now and then, but she couldn't recall every little move that happened in those matches. Mostly, she just remembered the sex - wild, heavy, passionate, destructive sex that left the area around her looking like a warzone.

So, had someone ever tried to lift her like Amelie was doing? She couldn't say. But it didn’t happen every day. That being siad, she kind of wished it did.

Bubbles had a full-throated laugh as Amelie hefted her up, almost not believing it at first. But her feet were off the ground, her hair was getting tossed about - yes, she was getting lifted like she was a schoolgirl. It had to put some crazy strain on the Frenchwoman’s back, but she was bearing it well. Could she take a little more, though?

Bubbles’ legs shot out and wrapped around Amelie’s waist, giving her some extra support but also giving her some crushing pressure to deal with as they swelled and pressed into her sides, coiling like an anaconda. That wasn’t all - this position wasn’t good for kissing, but it was perfect for smothering, and that was precisely what Bubbles went for when she pulled Amelie’s head into her cleavage, trying to engulf her face with welcoming curves. ”Biting off a little more than you can chew, greenie!”

[Devilish53]

With less focus on squeezing and more simply on a lift - a suggestive one at that - Amelie felt she could of kept this posture a good long while, Bubbles size be damned. With parted legs and her back arched just a little, the French giant had the base to gently rock Bubbles back and forth without hindrance or even a huge sign of strain. Until of course, Bubbles decided to get...

Feistier.

Massive thighs would lock around her, as Amelie intended, but to the French giant's surprise she found a squeeze attached to them. Big as she was, Amelie couldn't survive a honest and fully flexed squeeze from Bubbles, even if it was apparent the giant wasn't going all out. Though unsurprisingly, even at half strength Bubbles felt as though she could break Amelie in two.

Though worst, or perhaps best all, was to come as Bubbles would suddenly lean forward for a hug of her own. And not one purely with her arms.

Face outright disappearing, Amelie had absolutely no chance at even resisting the smother she was now victim to. Not unless she had the strength to arch Bubbles back in an almost cartoonish fashion! With such an idea not even crossing her mind, Amelie found herself adjusting her stance if only to take into consideration the fact she was now being smothered and scissored. Though, perhaps not as Bubbles expected.

For rather than teeter forward as if to slam Bubbles against a wall or floor, or even readjust her arms back into typical bearhugging fashion, Amelie held firm before all at once she shook...

..her head!

Right in between those massive breasts!

For a motorboating so intense, Bubbles might question ever putting her goods near Amelie's features!