Amelie Roux vs. Bubbles Burste - The French Connection

[BlackAkuma]

…oh, right, this was a smother match, wasn’t it? Truth told, Bubbles had almost forgotten about that, what with the whole thing where she wandered in and found her wife laid out and quickly engaged in sexual contact with a horny French giant. In order to win, she had to knock Amelie out, and two of her biggest weapons were currently spread across her opponent’s face. She wanted to pretend that this was all part of the plan - and if asked, she would certainly BS that as the answer - but it was really just a happy accident. She would've tried the same thing if this had been a standard match.

But, hey, here she was, she might as well roll with it. She gripped the Frenchwoman tight, locking onto her body like a limpet, pressing them together with an unrelenting grip. She hunkered down with her thighs and brought on a more punishing crush as if trying to force out what little air her opponent had left. No fresh oxygen was getting in; no old oxygen was getting out.

She was aware that there were a lot of ways this could have gone wrong - all Amelie had to do was fall forward, slam her down, and the blow would’ve knocked the wind out of her and put her in a compromising position. But people didn’t tend to think well when they had breasts in their faces, and they thought even worse when they were running low on air. Put them together, and you might as well have poison.

Bubbles was getting comfy, holding Amelie’s face snug in cleavage, when the woman caught her off guard with what could only be described as a motorboating assault. It wasn’t an unusual feeling - Mariah gave her the treatment at least once a week -she wasn’t sue to this intensity, and the shock of it left her in a giggling fit. ”Hey, hey, what’re you doing?” She squawked and shook her head as her body trembled and her arms weakened. ”Gah! Stopstopstopstopstopstop-”

[Devilish53]

Bubbles had just remembered this was a smother match. Amelie? She'd yet to remember this was a match at all.

Though she could hardly be blamed, given there was little in the way of reminder. There was no official, no timekeeper, no audience to cheer either woman on. Just the sportsmanship to follow that would confirm a match did indeed take place and was won - though the latter would be known purely in a verbal manner, given there was no witnesses. Well, save for the woman underneath the bed.

Amelie had committed to the task of jiggling and shaking Bubbles huge set like never before, but there was no real endgame in sight with this move of hers. She couldn't keep it going forever, despite her desire to, and the ability to given that strong frame of hers. But that pesky thing called breathing was beginning to catch up on her more and more, with Amelie only saved by the fact that Bubbles was loosening if just a little. Though given the size of her bust, Amelie was still very much in there even with a softly applied smother!

Stopping if only to try and slide her nose away from that warm skin, Amelie would take as big an inhale as she could - with her chest rising and pressing all the tighter into Bubble's midriff courtesy of her filling lungs.

Before she'd willingly dive back in - pulling via her own amazonian embrace to do so. To resume the motorboating, with intent to see just how stiff Amelie could make that bust before she once more needed to gasp!

[BlackAkuma]

Bubbles arched her back and thrust forward as Amelie continued her unique torture, giving the Virgin Killer something she hadn't had in a while - a unique experience. While this wasn’t the first time she’d gone up against a fellow giantess, no one had ever come at her like this, scooping her up and carrying her about like a child. At this point, it was becoming a genuine feat of strength, something worthy of the record books. Bubbles was 230 pounds of jiggling Georgian muscle, nothing to scoff. Amelie’s legs had to be straining at this point, to say nothing of her back, but the woman kept on lifting.

That wasn’t to say she wasn’t getting anything out of it. To the surprise of no one, Bubbles was a supremely ticklish sort, and her breasts were more sensitive than ever now, a fact Amelie was no doubt exploiting as she went wild. It was hard to focus, let alone maintain a squeeze like this, and while she was given a brief respite when the Frenchwoman came up for air, she went right back a moment later, diving in deeper than before.

It felt good. Really good. Too good. As much as Bubbles liked the sensation, she wasn’t so drunk on it that she couldn't realize that it wasn’t good for her chances of actually, you know. winning, so she would have to change a few things up. ”Fun as this is,” She spat the words out through her giggles. ”I think it’s high time I kicked things up a little.”

Bubbles brought her arm away from Amelie’s neck and pulled back, releasing her from the smother, peeling her face out of her sweaty breasts. It would only be a momentary relief, though, as she’d switch it up for something more aggressive. She leaned to the side, reached out with one arm, and tried to catch Amelie’s with a tight headlock, all while she redoubled her efforts on the bodyscissor. ”Let’s see how you handle second gear!”

[Devilish53]

Bubbles had begun to register how this effected her odds, but such a thing was completely lost on the French giant. Unless Bubbles was sensitive to the point where this motorboat would numb her senses for hours on end - something Amelie could hardly imagine, given her demeanor - this was a double edged sword that was certainly cutting Amelie deeper. Every muscle she had was beginning to burn, and her lungs? She'd taken the biggest inhale she could, and yet already they were beginning to empty against Bubbles gigantic bust.

And that was without Bubbles even doing anything!

When the giant actively did begin to apply her leggy squeeze yet again, Amelie, try as she might, had no chance at all!

She could breathe courtesy of that smother being released, but right now all she wanted to do was exhale courtesy of the pressure upon her core. She could have kept this posture going, maybe for a good while had she really pushed herself. But to say Amelie would be easy pickings for the actual 'match' to come would be a understatement.

Thus, Amelie was forced to switch-up her plan.

Initially intending to rub and tease Bubbles until the bed was free of one Maria, Amelie was left with no choice but to begin her descent to the bed early. Pivoting on her wide hips with this giant still in tow, Amelie took one slow step, before taking another. With the ones that were to follow being vastly quicker, as Amelie threw caution to the wind in an effort to dive forward, driving Bubbles upon the bed for the worlds most painless spinebuster! Completely unaware that she could have committed to such a 'move' long ago, given Maria was now under the bed!

Unaware of Maria's 'ring exit', Amelie could only hope that Maria had gotten the hell out of dodge, otherwise the experience she felt underneath Amelie a few minutes ago was to be felt again. Only literally doubled!

[BlackAkuma]

As much as Bubbles missed having Amelie’s face between her tits, she was all in on winning this match. She could always make the woman give her a good motorboating when they were done - there weren’t any POW rules or anything attached to the stips, but the Frenchwoman struck her as the type who wouldn’t be opposed to a little aftermatch play. So that was something to look forward to.

She poured more and more energy into squeezing the daylights out of her foe, letting her iron legs sink into all that pleasing flesh. It was having an effect, clearly sapping the woman’s strength, but she was surprised that it didn’t seem enough to drop her outright - no, she was staying on her feet, showing some impressive staying power. ”Goddamn!” Bubbles laughed as Amelie carried her about the room, making the room quiver with her every step. ”You’re built like a tank, girl!”

Impressed as she was, she didn’t miss that Amelie was turning them about, and the gears in her head began to turn, remembering where her wife was at the moment. While she hadn't been paying attention to where she went, she hadn't seen her exit the room, and it didn’t seem like she was anywhere else, so that only left a few places by process of elimination. ”Uh, babe?” She called out as she looked over her shoulder. ”Might want to get out from under the bed.”

Just as she said that, Amelie moved forward rapidly, hurtling towards the bed at an alarming pace. ”Movemovemove-”

Mariah scrambled out from underneath the bed at the last moment, just as over 400 pounds of solid woman came crashing down on it. The bed was reinforced, but even so, it creaked at the impact, and the mattress would’ve pounded her if she hadn't moved in time. As it was, the Virgin Killer wound up taking all the punishment, as the blow knocked the wind clean out of her. Her arms and legs flew to the side, splayed out, and she was left to gasp beneath the fulsome Frenchwoman.

[Devilish53]

Amelie hadn't heard Bubbles cries for Maria to move, given that in amidst her efforts to charge forward her cheeks were once more nestled in the massive bosom of Bubbles if only to ensure maximum force upon the bed. The impact would fail to hurt given the padding of the thick mattress, but there would be no such buffer between Amelie's body and her own as it came down upon it. Amelie was a bit lighter than Bubbles and noticeably softer, but neither fact was of benefit as the French giant splashed upon her frame.

Panting wildly the moment their frames had ceased bouncing, Amelie's hands were to Bubble's shoulders in an instant though with little force behind them. It was a given that she'd want to restrain this giant and ensure there would be no easy escape from Amelie's press, but it was also a given that the French giant had little strength to imbue through her biceps. Given what she had just endured!

"Ohhhh...My..." She'd finally take in just how exhaustive the smother and scissor combination was to endure, not to mention the icing on the cake of having to exert her frame to keep Bubbles airborne.

The dominant posture that came with being the one on top looked all the less so as Bubbles looked up - to see Amelie's green locks contrast her solid-red cheeks in spectacular fashion. Her mouth would even soon be agape, if only to maximize how much air she was drawing in with every inhale!

[BlackAkuma]

The spinebuster was a simple move, but that was the trick when you dealt with women of their size - everything, even the smallest move, was bound to have an incredible impact, which was no different. The blow wouldn’t left an ordinary woman calling for the medics, and even someone with Bubbles’ constitution was left in a temporary stupor. Amelie came down on top of her and pressed on her shoulders, keeping her pinned with disturbing ease.

Mariah, meanwhile, was smart enough to take the hint from nearly being pancaked. She rolled over to the wall and leaned on it for support as she rose. Still in a daze, but good enough to put one foot in front of the other and make a swift exit. ”You-” She staggered to the side on her way to the door but quickly corrected and carried on. ”I think I’m good. You two have fun!”

Bubbles gave her wife a thumbs up as she left, then returned to addressing the French invasion. Lucky for her, Amelie seemed to be gassed, too, despite her dominant position, giving the Virgin Killer something to work with, even from a position like this. She was pinned, but not with too much force for the moment.

”Looking a little winded up there.” Her legs snaked around Amelie’s, and she slid their hips together, starting up a slow grind between them, one that had the already battered bed creaking. She turned her head to the side and placed a few teasing kisses on Amelie’s hands. ”Take a break. Lay down. I’m nice and soft, promise.”

[Devilish53]

Amelie did not intend to crush Maria, be it beneath the bed or upon it, but she was admittedly in a rather selfish state. Right now the only thing she could focus on was refilling her lungs - a task that was surprisingly difficult, given that there was now nothing obstructing her.

Though the more Amelie nestled into her human mattress, the more it became apparent just why she couldn't catch a clean breath.

Bubbles form, even beneath her, was utterly intoxicating. And boiling to the touch. Amelie couldn't push out her substantial chest without being reminded of the heat, nor of the massive breasts her own bosom was heaving against. The only way Amelie was going to get a clean breath was if she were to pull away.

And that just wasn't happening. Even if Bubbles remained perfectly still.

Committed now to the long haul task at hand, Amelie's legs were straight with her toes pressing into the bed as Bubble's began to hook her thighs. Now, little of her figure was not supported by Bubbles own, save for the toes that pressed into the mattress to ensure just that.

She couldn't imagine a reality in which she'd ever be able to bodypress a submission from Bubbles, even if the rules allowed for it. But damn did it feel good to be pressing down like this - all the more so as Bubbles began to firmly pull, if only to make Amelie's body grate over her own.

[BlackAkuma]

Though Bubbles would describe herself as a top 90% of the time, she spent more time on the bottom when it came to sex, even though she usually did most of the work. When your sexual partners were so much smaller than you, it was just something that came with the territory. She was solid and aggressive and could severely damage most women if she went all out on top. Despite her namesake, she did try to avoid that sort of thing. You don’t get a good reputation as a lover if you keep sending your paramours to the hospital.

But it was good to have someone she could go all out on, now and then. Someone she could give and take with in equal measure. That was precisely what she had in Amelie; she intended to make the most of every moment.

The Frenchwoman felt much the same, falling under the spell of their rocking hips. As much as Bubbles loved to kiss any part of this woman, she wanted more than to plant pecks on her fingers - no, she craved something hotter, wilder, more succulent. Her hand came up to Amelie’s head, her fingers running through the green strands, and she pulled her opponent in, bringing their faces close together once more.

”What’s wrong?” Bubbles stretched her legs out even further and pushed up with her hips, pressing hard enough to feel everything underneath the flimsy material. The undeniable scent of her arousal was seeping into the air. ”You seem a little lost, darlin’. Don’t know what to do with me?”

Her other hand slipped behind Amelie, slid down her back, and found a lovely ass cheek to slap and squeeze. Her fingernails dug deep into the pleasing flesh, just hard enough to leave a set of half-moons. ”Gonna make me do all the work?”

[Devilish53]

Make no mistake, Amelie wanted to do more. She was going to. She just couldn't, not right away.

And Bubbles wasn't making it easy for her to rectify such a thing. This woman was as fiery as she was massive, leaving Amelie with but two choices.

Either take the backseat and let Bubbles control this encounter fully, or seize the reigns with a burst of strength. She opted for the latter, if in an interesting way.

Rear gripped to the point where she could not stifle a moan, Amelie's breathless situation would become the larger Bubbles' bane. For soon enough Bubbles would likely notice the heavy exhales and inhales of her greener haired foe - which were of an excessive sort even for the situation. Though Bubbles would soon discover just why Amelie was maxing out her lungs both on intake and exhale, as all at once the arms of the green haired beauty slipped past those shoulders for a lock of Bubbles head.

A firm one, mind, not one delivered with intent to hurt. But rather, keep Bubbles still...

For on one massive exhale, Amelie would press down her lips with all the force she could muster. Pulling with her arms in tandem, the tender moment between the massive women would be somewhat offset by the fact Bubbles would find her lungs depleting.

Rapidly.

For the wet smooch that was accompanied with a joyous giggle was being used by Amelie to quite literally steal the air from Bubbles! With a huge inhale taken the moment her lips were fully docked with Bubbles own!

She didn't intend to suffocate this muscular beauty, just slow her down!