Kirin vs Aiko

Submission / KO match set on 2 falls of 3
Win by KO or submission accepted by the aggressor

The brighty cheerful tunes of "God is a girl" went with Aiko Takeda's entrance: her teeny looking body was tightly wrapped in a cute red and white sparkly leotard. The crowd started to dance along and cheer for the cute rookie as she enterteined them with flips and cartwheel motions, showing off her delicious legs and bum for the wildly roaring fans. Blowing kisses to the audience, she eventually climbed onto the ring, of course not missing the chance to do it with a swift somersault.

Actually, Aiko was playing the confident act but her heart was punding like crazy: it was her first time fighting in front of a crowd and she was so excited but also very nervous, since nobody of the Friction management had given her any informations about who was going to be her debut opponent.

"Don't be so nervous easy Ai-chan.... this is your chance to make a name in this new sport... and to wrestle down some bitchy girl in the process" she encouraged herself as she took a deep breathe, smirking as she started to feel a little more relaxed and confident. Her head turned to the backstage as the lights went down and her opponent was finally about to be revealed.

A full-bodied silhouette appeared in the spotlights backstage. Kirin bounced merrily onto the runway (possible more than she intended...), a light spring in her step. She was glad to be back in the ring, especially since the league seemed a bit short on more mature fighters. She was looking forward to helping shape the next generation of wrestlers hands on, even if that meant shaping them into a pretzel and then fingering them unconscious.

She was wearing a brown skirt down to her mid-thighs, giving her legroom while clinging tightly to her thick ass.

She waved and blew kisses to the fans as she strolled to the ring at a calm pace, She wiggled her rump and cupped her breasts up and down, one by one, giving them plenty to keep their eyes glued on. She smiled warmly as she could see onlookers' eyes goes up and down in perfect sync to her voluptuous jugs.

She slid under the bottom rope, staying on her hands and knees a moment longer than she needed to to wiggle her jiggling frame for the crowd again. She gave them a final flex of her thick arms, a hint of muscle showing from within her softness as she leaned back into her corner.

"Very ambitious of you to think you can squeeze a submission from me," she commented as she smiled slyly at Aiko. "Good to be bold, but trust me. You're out of your league, my little love."

A shocked Aiko walked in to meet in the middle of the ring. "W-We'll see about that... K-Kirin-san" she said, trying to keep the confident act but the blush of her face revealed of how nervous and intimidated she was by the monumental presence of her foe, who was nearly 1 foot taller and might easily double her weight.
"I wont give up easily..." she finally said with a resolute look of her face which likely aroused Kirin's playful amusement, since Aiko really looked like a child compared to her, ow that they were standing in front of each other.

With that, the bell rung and Aiko didn't waste time: she reached at her foe's wrist, trying and irish-whip her towards the ropes.... which obviously resulted in Kirin not even being budged by an inch, in spite of Aiko's cute effort.

Kirin eyed Aiko with a thoughtful look at her declaration.
"I won't give up easily..."
"Good," she thought to herself. The best lessons were hard ones. She probably wouldn't have to be too hard on the girl, barely a woman.

She was sure of it when Aiko's Irish whip failed monumentally. Kirin planted her feet a bit and she hardly budged. She made a bit of a show, motioning in a hopeless way at the little woman. She watched calmly as Aiko made every effort to move her bulky body.

She'd wait for Aiko to give up the ghost before grabbing onto Aiko's wrist. "That wasn't just weakness, that was a lack of practice. You can move women 3 times your weight with that move done properly. Let me show you how it's done."

She'll throw Aiko into the ropes, planting herself ready for her return. If she doesn't counter, Kirin will simply wait for her and let her slam into her body by her own momentum, making Kirin's quite solid body jiggle and bouncing her off.

The light and swift Aiko was used to fast running, so she kept her coordination and, after a flip, she thrusted herself forward for a flying shoulder-tackle against Kirin's bosom: "KYAYYYY....!!"

.... but something went wrong: It was almost like being absorbed in her fleshy mounds, than the small girl was simply bounced back onto the canvas, falling back at Kirin's feet in a sitting position. "W-What the...?" Aiko blinked and blushed in confusion for a slight moment, shaking her head as she tried to move away, but Kirin still had the chance to connect with her next move.

Kirin was caught offguard for a moment with Aiko's counter attack, but didn't have the time to panic before

She'd take Aiko by the hair, urging her up by it. She'll yank her to her feet if she resisted to much (or at least her knees). "Sorry for the rough start, sweetie. Let me welcome you good and proper to the league."

She'll wrap her strong arms around Aiko's head and squeeze her face into her abundantly budding bosom in a bear hug. She'll hold her there and shake her body gently side to side in a mockingly maternal hug.

"Nya...." Aiko whimpered trying to resist but no avail as Kirin urged her to her feet with vastly superior strenght. "i... i need to stay away of her clutches and use my speed if i want to have even a single chance against Kirin-san", she thought to herself. Easier said than done, as her face was brought closer and closer into a voluptuous awaiting bosom.

"N-Nyaampfff..." Aiko was effectively silenced as the bigger woman smooshed her inbetween her ample breasts, cuddling back and forth like if she was a little baby. Both frightened and sensually embarassed from being trapped like that, she squirmed and struggled but couldn't find a way out, having strong arms wrapped around her tiny body to push her wiggling face deeper in warm, enveloping breast-flesh.

Her muffled protests were sounding more like sweet, smothered moans vibrating against Kirin's smooth skin as she "lulled" Aiko's small frame from side to side, to the crowd (and herself) amusement.

Kirin would lean back in the hug, applying a bit more pressure as well as lifting Aiko off her feet. She would walk about with a calm ease, confident in her hold for the time being as she paraded the subdued youngster around the ring.

"This' what all you bad girls out there can look forward to. Or if you're just a good girl with a dirty side," she added with a giggle.

She would finally walk Aiko into the ropes, leaning in on her to try and trap her there while she took hold of her own breasts and would essentially jiggle them on either side of her face, battering her (more tauntingly than painfully) with her tits.

Aiko's cute struggles went nowhere as she was easily picked up and trapped into the ropes. Unable to do anything about it the moment, she had her head playfully jiggled along inbetween Kirin's breasts, which sent her a bit light headed.

Aiko's face blushed deeply in such a soft prison: she secretly had a thing for breast milk, which made Kirin's playful taunting even more embarassing to the smaller girl, as she kept softly protesting in warm, muffling flesh.

Getting little to no resistance from the young gymnast, Kirin pulled down on the chest line of her low-cut top, her bare, full chest springing out like they themselves were eager for contact. She slid the shoulder straps down near her waist, picking up Aiko and pulling her face downward into her warm breasts, angling herself to aim her mouth right for the center of her thick bosom, right at her nipple.

"If you're a bit tired, there's plenty to drink down there," she purred. It still got her off a bit when girls sucked her nipples, though it seemed to affect them often enough. Well worth it.