Mia Tally Bryant Vs. Karen Starring

Tally grunted as she tried to crush Karen's body with her beefy arms. As the blonde planted her feet, Tally was left in a rather awkward position, but she decided that holding her in place was consuming a bit too much of the strength and Karen's lack of response was starting to temper the plumpette a bit.

With the grip she had and the strength she thought she continued to possess, she would try and hoist Karen up and then fall forward to drop her to the mat with Tally partially falling onto her.

Struggling as those arms constricted more and more, crushing her against the thick body of Tally, Karen soon found herself airborne, her arms flailing and a sharp yelp escaping her lips before she found herself on the ground, another shriek escaping her as the weight of her foe crashed on her.

Evidently struggling, she brought out her hands, trying to crawl if slightly from the grip. "Get..off..."

At this point, Tally was feeling rather smug. She let her body relax and use her two-hundred-one pounds as dead weight for Karen. She giggled down at the blonde and ran her fingers through the girl's blond locks before she tugged on it teasingly.

"Yeah?" She said and tugged on Karen's hair. "I don't feel like it, so if you want to move..." Tally said and gave Karen's hair a rather cruel tug. "Giddyup!" After a short chortle, she tugged again. "You could just give up if I'm too much woman for you!" Go on! Make another fat joke! I dare you!"

Karen nearly buckled and fell flat on her chest when that hefty figure simply laid on her back.
"Tch..too much woman...that's one way to put it.." she'd mutter, trying her best to get to all fours. If she was smart and quick, and Tally was still on her back, she could maybe manoeuvre the big girl off her, without having to carry her to her feet.

"Hmmm!"

Tally could feel Karen's struggling, but she was content to let the blonde tucker herself out. That was until the next comment came. Tally furrowed her brow and hopped off the cosplayer. "I'm tired of hearing your mouth!" She said and stepped around to face the blonde. She would reach down for another handful of Karen's hair to ty and heave her up to a standing position once more. She had cruel intentions lurking in her eyes for sure.

If she were smarter and quicker, Karen could of probably jostled the heavyweight off her onto the mat, and take control. But far too slow to even beat essentially a sumo, Karen quickly found release from Tally. Her hair grappled, she was forced standing easy, still panting somewhat from supporting that hefty figure.

She had to commend Tally, even if she would never say it outright; going into the match with the complete belief that she were simply fighting a hefty girl, but even Karen couldn't deny Tally had some damning strength to her.

With the grip on Karen's hair maintained, Tally forced Karen into her massive cleavage and tried to wrap both arms around Karen's head and put the tough blonde into a standing breast smother. The plumpette still had an annoyed look on her face, but it quickly turned into a wide smile, and a bit of a blush, as she forced Karen to taste her hefty ta-tas.

Forced to her feet, Karen immediatelly tried to step back, but quickly found her step halted by the thick arms of the heavier girl essentially hugging her head. Her eyes going wide, she'd first try to resist the smother, her hands holding Tally's shoulders.

"Urhg...No!" she'd mutter, her face edging closer and closer to that chest, eventually becoming completely buried in it!

"That's right!" Tally spat as she buried karen deep in her cleavage. She was feeling powerful, dominating and humiliating the cocky and insulting cosplayer. She wriggled her plump body, letting her huge, near-completely exposed tits slap against Karen's face as she tried to deprive the girl of oxygen.

But simply making her pass out wasn't enough. Tally wanted more. She needed a bigger humiliation and so, she once again would attempt to use the power of her mighty tush. Holding onto Karen's head, Tally would tall backwards and land on her butt, driving Karen's hard into her chest even further.

A breast smother was embarrassing. Regardless of gender, size or weight, being literally forced unconscious by a set of breasts was one of the most embarrassing things that could probably occur in a match. Well, one of them anyway.

The girl seemed intent on choking the life from Karen using her chest, until she suddenly fell back. Karen's already poor footing evident, she quickly followed, her head being forced hard into her chest, in probably the most unique assault she'd ever been a part of, essentially a boob DDT!

Falling to the big girls side, her hands shot to her face, as she rolled in apparent pain. Her face red from pure embarrassment, she could barely muster the strength to sit up, moaning on the ground. She couldn't help but cringe as she lay there; had the positioning been right, the big girl could of probably broken the blondes nose. With her breasts, no less.