Re: The Great Boob war- Lucky Katsuragi (D) Vs Louise Bélair
Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 11:32 pm
Louise wasted no time. With Katsuragi dazed against the turnbuckle, she seized the opportunity—literally. Her fingers sank into the plush flesh of Katsuragi’s ample breasts, gripping them with ruthless efficiency. The blonde had barely a second to register what was happening before Louise yanked her upward, hoisting her by her own chest toward the center of the ring.
"GYAAAAAHHH—?! MMMFHHH!!" Katsuragi’s scream of shock was instantly choked off as her own weight bore down on her ribcage, her feet kicking wildly just inches above the mat, as her massive breasts, usually a source of bragging rights for her, were now being used as handles to suffocate her. Katsuragi’s eyes bulged as the pressure on her chest crushed her lungs. Each desperate gasp for air only made it worse—her own body was betraying her. "Hnnngh—! Kkhh—! L-Let—! G-Go—!" she wheezed, her voice strained and broken. Her legs thrashed wildly, her toes curling as she tried to kick Louise in the face, but the French wrestler leaned back just enough to keep out of range (and also cuz she was short, haha nerd). Desperation fueled Katsuragi’s movements. With a sharp jerk of her body, she swung one leg up, her heel just grazing Louise’s chin. "HAAAAAHHH—!" Katsuragi gasped as she sucked in a desperate breath, her chest heaving. The angle increased the pressure on Katsuragi’s ribs, making every breath a battle.
"Nnngh—! G-Guh…! L-Lou—!" Katsuragi’s words died in her throat as her vision started to blur. Her hands clawed at Louise’s wrists, but the Frenchwoman’s grip was ironclad, as her face started to turn red. "HAAAH—! HAH—! HAH—!" Katsuragi gasped, and knowing that she was running out of time, Katsuragi arched her back violently, using all her strength to swing her legs up again. This time, her knee slammed into Louise’s nose, or face, or anything, hoping to kick her off, making the brunette grunt in pain.
"GYAAAAAHHH—?! MMMFHHH!!" Katsuragi’s scream of shock was instantly choked off as her own weight bore down on her ribcage, her feet kicking wildly just inches above the mat, as her massive breasts, usually a source of bragging rights for her, were now being used as handles to suffocate her. Katsuragi’s eyes bulged as the pressure on her chest crushed her lungs. Each desperate gasp for air only made it worse—her own body was betraying her. "Hnnngh—! Kkhh—! L-Let—! G-Go—!" she wheezed, her voice strained and broken. Her legs thrashed wildly, her toes curling as she tried to kick Louise in the face, but the French wrestler leaned back just enough to keep out of range (and also cuz she was short, haha nerd). Desperation fueled Katsuragi’s movements. With a sharp jerk of her body, she swung one leg up, her heel just grazing Louise’s chin. "HAAAAAHHH—!" Katsuragi gasped as she sucked in a desperate breath, her chest heaving. The angle increased the pressure on Katsuragi’s ribs, making every breath a battle.
"Nnngh—! G-Guh…! L-Lou—!" Katsuragi’s words died in her throat as her vision started to blur. Her hands clawed at Louise’s wrists, but the Frenchwoman’s grip was ironclad, as her face started to turn red. "HAAAH—! HAH—! HAH—!" Katsuragi gasped, and knowing that she was running out of time, Katsuragi arched her back violently, using all her strength to swing her legs up again. This time, her knee slammed into Louise’s nose, or face, or anything, hoping to kick her off, making the brunette grunt in pain.