Thicc vs Flex- Misty v. Julia Hiroshi

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty quirked an eyebrow as she felt Julia’s fingers digging into her thighs, but she did everything she could to stay on top of the bluenette gymnast. Everything including letting her upper body sway back and forth, windmilling her arms for balance, looking frantic while still keeping her generous apple-shaped ass planted firmly on her opponent’s face. Misty looked down at the squirming girl, biting her lip, waiting … waiting … there it was! A tap! Julia had submitted to Misty, and the fangirl squealed in glee!

“EEEE!” Misty shrieked, as the referee signaled the submission. Misty bucked her hips upward to get off of her foe, scrambling to her feet. Eager, excitement pouring out of her body, Misty jumped up and down. Her firm, round breasts nearly popped out of her top, her thong-clad ass bounced and jiggled, and she threw her hands wildly into the air celebrating her victory.

“Misty wins,” the announcer said, Misty’s chest swelling with pride, “… the first fall!” Misty stopped. She stood there, arms held up in the air, her buxom figure still bouncing a little with the momentum, her face frozen. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth fell open a little. First fall. In her excitement, Misty had forgotten this match was best of three. Immediately, she blushed deeply, and put her hands sheepishly over her chest. She stepped away from Julia, trying to say something cool to recover some pride, but unable to come up with anything. The fangirl just looked around the crowd nervously, hoping nobody had noticed her little bimbo moment just now, especially the bluenette down on the mat …

[Noob]

Julia was left on her back and panting heavily as Misty got up off of her. The shortstack was celebrating her victory and Julia almost didn't have the heart to tell her that this was only the first fall. Fortunately the referee was way ahead of her, not that she had the energy to do it anyway just yet. After being buried under Misty's ass, the gymnast needed a breather. Slowly she propped herself up on her elbows and shook her head. With enough space she was actually enjoying the sight of Misty's ass bouncing with each hop. Finally Julia brushed her hair to the side and let out a sigh. "Alright alright. Stop celebrating. This just means you're not getting a break between the two times I twist you into different shapes." She said with a roll of her eyes.

Not bothering to stand up, Julia would try to take her opponent by surprise. Figuring Misty was a bit confused and more than a bit flustered, Julia reached up to grab the woman's arm. She would try to pull herself up using the arm but more importantly she wanted to pull Misty down with her. "Haha now get over here!" She yelled before responding with a slight giggle. Her disappointment about the first fall had soon left her and she was eager to give Misty a good beating in return. If she managed to cause Misty to lose her footing, the gymnast was planning to shove her onto her stomach before quickly rolling on top of her.

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty felt like her heart was about to pound out of her chest, celebrating her (incomplete) victory. Grinning ear to ear, Misty paid no attention to the referee, or even to her opponent. She just wanted to soak up those sweet, sweet cheers from the fans and let it all wash over her. Unfortunately, Julia was far from an amateur, and apparently Misty’s bouncing bottom was just too ample a target to ignore!

“OOP!” Misty cried out, as Julia came up behind her. “Wh-what? Hey!” Misty cried out as her body was taken by the arm and yanked down to the mat. It was then that Misty realized this wasn’t a one fall match. “Awwww, snap!” Misty whimpered. “No way!”

Julia’s giggle made Misty blush, embarrassing the girl as she looked around with wide, worried eyes, not knowing what was about to happen next. Her body smacked into the canvas, bouncing slightly with the impact. “Ah, ahhh,” Misty moaned, fear overtaking her as the bluenette climbed on top. Misty tried to crawl away, feeling pitiful as she went from the top of the world crashing right back down to humiliating, painful reality! She would look backward, misery all over her face, while Julia had free reign!

[Noob]

Julia managed to land a surprise attack on her foe and brought them down to the canvas. She couldn't believe just how flustered Misty was. She would have expected quite the opposite of someone who had just gotten the first fall. Now atop Misty, Julia was all smiles again. It seemed her opponent wasn't all too happy with the position and was trying to get away. That didn't matter though. One way or another the next fall would belong to the gymnast. "Oh no you don't! Get your big rear back here!" The bluenette shouted. She couldn't let this opportunity slip out from under her.

In an attempt to restrain the other woman, Julia would firmly place a knee on their back. She looked back to Misty and flashed her a quick grin. "Gosh you're so tense. Relax a bit. Maybe...strettttch~" Julia teased. And with that the gymnast grabbed one of Misty's legs and began to slowly crank it back. She continued to pull back further and further, just waiting to hear a reaction from the other woman. She'd like to see Misty try make an escape with only one leg though.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Shut up about my ass,” Misty said, looking over her shoulder at Julia. The gymnast was now in a great position to dominate the fangirl-model-turned-wrestler, and the horrified look on Misty’s face revealed that she knew it. Misty felt like a total airhead, finding herself in a totally screwed position when just moments ago she thought she had the match won. Misty kicked herself, knowing that her airhead moment was something she was about to pay for in spades. Panicked scrambling got Misty nowhere, as Julia took her by the leg and planted a knee on Misty’s back. Misty balled up her fists, knowing all too well where this was going.

“EEEYAAAAH!” Misty screamed as her body was cranked in the hold, her back arching and her leg curving upward. Misty’s thick ass was getting pressed into a tense ball as her body was contorted backward, and her anguished cries would only get more pitiful from there.

Misty started to look around for an escape route, but she found nothing. Her arm would flail to reach the ropes, she would shake her head violently to deny the ref a submission, and she bit her lip as she fought to survive the gymnast’s merciless stretch!

[Noob]

"Awww why? Ya got a grade A butt~" Julia teased, unable to hold in her giggles as she raised her hand to give Misty a few slaps to her ass much to the excitement of the crowd. "Plus come on, the crowd loves it! I can't NOT give em what they want." The gymnast tried to explain. She had a feeling her words would fall on deaf ears though. Any further explanation was drowned out by the model's loud cries while Julia continued to slowly but surely increase the pressure of her hold and bend Misty to her limit. Julia thought this might do it but it seemed Misty still had plenty of fight left in her and was desperately trying to reach the ropes.

The lightweight soon had an idea. She would hold onto Misty's leg with one hand while reaching out towards her now outstretched wrist with the other. "Nnnnng almost...gotcha!" The gymnast exclaimed as she grabbed hold of Misty's arm. She would roll back onto her back and pull Misty onto her side. From there the gymnast tried to maneuver herself so that she was pressing her knees against the poor model's back while holding on to her arm and leg to continue painfully cranking her back. If she could lock in the bow and arrow hold then Misty was in for a world of hurt.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Oww! I know it, but come on!” Misty whined, as Julia’s hands smacked around her ample butt, making each round cheek bounce side-to-side. Usually a crowd pleaser, Misty couldn’t help but think this wasn’t how she wanted to go about that, face flushing in humiliation. Then, Julia cranked on the hold, making the model wail in misery.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Misty moaned out as Julia rearranged her grip. Misty forced an eye open to try and see what the bluenette was up to but couldn’t see past her own hair. Her body was straining as it was, beads of sweat forming and running down her curves, but her struggling against the other woman was getting her nowhere. By the time she realized Julia was looking to get her wrist and put her knees against Misty’s back, it was too late!

“AAAAAAH!’ Misty wailed as the hold locked in, bending her body into a perfect ‘c’ shape. Misty’s eyes went wide as she howled in pain, eyes daring in every direction to look for an escape. Her belly contracted as she took a deep breath, but her bust bounced nearly out of her top as she let out another loud cry of absolute misery! “N-noooo, lemme go,” Misty pleaded, tears forming in her eyes. Biting her lip, Misty tried to reach the ropes, but there was a slim chance, if any, she was going to make it. The ref bent over, asking Misty for her submission, but the model shook her head, determined to stay in the game for as long as her body would allow her to!

[Luncha_Libre]

“Oww! I know it, but come on!” Misty whined, as Julia’s hands smacked around her ample butt, making each round cheek bounce side-to-side. Usually a crowd pleaser, Misty couldn’t help but think this wasn’t how she wanted to go about that, face flushing in humiliation. Then, Julia cranked on the hold, making the model wail in misery.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Misty moaned out as Julia rearranged her grip. Misty forced an eye open to try and see what the bluenette was up to but couldn’t see past her own hair. Her body was straining as it was, beads of sweat forming and running down her curves, but her struggling against the other woman was getting her nowhere. By the time she realized Julia was looking to get her wrist and put her knees against Misty’s back, it was too late!

“AAAAAAH!’ Misty wailed as the hold locked in, bending her body into a perfect ‘c’ shape. Misty’s eyes went wide as she howled in pain, eyes daring in every direction to look for an escape. Her belly contracted as she took a deep breath, but her bust bounced nearly out of her top as she let out another loud cry of absolute misery! “N-noooo, lemme go,” Misty pleaded, tears forming in her eyes. Biting her lip, Misty tried to reach the ropes, but there was a slim chance, if any, she was going to make it. The ref bent over, asking Misty for her submission, but the model shook her head, determined to stay in the game for as long as her body would allow her to!

[Noob]

A howling Misty was just what Julia was after. She had locked in her hold tight and nothing short of her foe's submission was going to get her to let go. For a moment it appeared as if Julia might show her foe some mercy though as she had began to lessen the pressure on Misty's back. However the bluenette quickly cranked the model back hard, waiting for the woman to begin wailing again. "Come on! I know you can stretch further than this!" The gymnast taunted. "And we're gonna see...JUST...HOW...MUCH!" With each word Julia pulled back on the hold to put as much stress on Misty's body as she could.

Seeing her opponent try to reach for the ropes, Julia just reaffirmed her grip on their arms. She had Misty right where she wanted her and the gymnast was making sure there was no way out. "No you don't. Tap or the workout continues." She said. As far as Julia was concerned this round was already hers. Misty only had to decide how much pain she wanted to go through before throwing in the towel. By now the referee was on standby while the crowd roared.

[Luncha_Libre]

“AAAAAOWWW!” Misty wailed miserably as Julia cranked on the hold. The young fangirl was getting bent completely out of shape, body pulled back and spine bent horribly. For a moment, Julia seemed to relent, allowing Misty to look desperately for the ropes for just a second, before she wrenched on her again! Misty’s breasts heaved as her upper body was pulled back.

“OOOWWWWWW! NNNNNNNGHH!” Misty’s eyes went wide as she saw the ropes impossibly far away and realized that her body was totally trapped by Julia. Misty’s eyes went wide in fear, her lips turned in a grimace of pain, and she shook her head wildly in protest. “AAAAARGH! Oh, God! Ooooh … Julia, I give! Please, I give up!”

Misty nodded her head pitifully as the ref asked to confirm, and Misty flapped both hands desperately in an attempt to tap out against anything. Misty’s brown skin was shining with sweat, her cheeks shining with tears. As soon as the words left her lips, Misty bowed her head in shame, her chest heaving as she sobbed in pain. Misty had gone from getting one dominant fall to literally begging for mercy, Julia completely dominating her right in the center of the ring.