Round Girls of the Squared Circle Photo Shoot!

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by Tatyina on Sat Sep 27, 2014 11:29 pm
Tally was prancing around the set of the PLUMP photo shoot like she owned the place. She DID. After a pretty convincing victory against fellow plump, Kameyo Oshiro, it was time to revel in the victory even further. They were busy getting ready for PLUMP magazine's spread entitled "Round girls of the Squared Circle." Tally and Kameyo would take professional photos featuring them in wrestling holds and poses. Both girls would be dressed up in designer outfits and have professional make up artists make them look stunning. These pictures would go along with recorded footage and photographs taken int heir actual fight. No expense had been spared and PLUMP was already receiving buzz from their marketing ploy.

Tally had made her way to the craft foods table and was snacking on the buffet before they called her to the ready. She was dressed in a similar fashion to her normal ring attire, this time, however, the sexy lingerie was even more extravagant and was made by one of the most respectable plus sized designers in the world.

Over it, she was wearing a silky robe. Tally and Kameyo would start with weigh-in style photographs and would need to wear them for that. That aside, it felt nice when they were on break.

Tally licked her lips after stuffing a crab puff into her mouth. Delicious. Now all she needed was for Kameyo to get out of make up and join her. She wasn't even mad about what had happened in the ring. She was ready to forgive and forget. After all, everyone knew that she was the best plump there was.

by ThunderinSilence on Sun Sep 28, 2014 12:17 am
It was hard to tell exactly how long she'd been sitting in the too-small chair, but if the numbness in Kameyo's expansive rear end was any indication, it was longer than she would have liked. She tried not to fidget, having already been scolded once by the sharp tongued makeup artist, keeping her head still and eyes focused on the wide mirror set before her. Despite the discomfort, Kameyo studied her reflection with genuine interest as the decidedly slender woman busied herself with her work. The exceedingly plump girl had rarely had an opportunity to have this much time and effort put into her appearance, and she wasn't at all unhappy with the results.

They'd started with her hair, a rather flamboyantly attired young man tutting under his breath as he ran the strands of her hair through his fingers. Kameyo had sat there sheepishly as he'd worked, knowing that her hair wasn't exactly in the best condition as she'd been dyeing it since she was thirteen, but now her locks glowed like golden honey, a shiny and luxurious mane that tumbled around her shoulders. His work done, the man had simply strutted away without any further word, allowing a shorter and more pleasant-faced woman approach. She had a kind smile and very expressive eyes, and while she didn't speak any Japanese, Kameyo was conversationally fluent in English and they quickly struck up a conversation as she worked. The woman did a number of checks and tests concerning her skin tone and complexion, complementing Kameyo on how smooth and plush it was. Her time had felt very brief in comparison, although it might simply have been Kameyo's perception of the time passing quicker due to the pleasant conversation.

The last one to arrive had been the makeup artist, a young, slim figure with immaculate poise and a frosty mien. Kameyo had opted to stay quiet, as not long into starting an ill-timed shift in her weight and prompted a sharp-tongued response that the timid chubby girl was not keen to hear more of. Despite her spikey personality though, Kameyo had to admire her work, looking at the woman staring back at her in the mirror as if she'd never seen that face before. Her skin seemed to glow, her eyes seeming brighter and wider than she recalled them being this morning. Her lips looked plump and juicy, her cheeks warm and vibrant, and as she took it all in she got for a moment what Suzu and Kandi had been saying about her looks all this time. The thought alone made Kameyo giggle slightly, but it quickly died under the withering glare of the makeup artist.

It took only another couple of minutes for the woman to complete her task, stepping back to gaze at Kameyo's face critically for a few long moments, before she gave a slight nod to herself, gave a simple "OK, you're done," and departed the room without any further comment. Kameyo gratefully heaved her girth off the seat, feeling her round ass cheeks tingle as blood began to flow there once again, and tightened the belt of her robe a little more around her expansive waistline. At least this time her costume had fit, the designers at PLUMP clearly having an eye for women of her dimensions, and she'd been given a silky black robe to wear over the top of it that was shockingly voluminous, enough to encircle even her sizable bulk. Kameyo came out of the makeup room, watching the hustle and bustle of men and women busying themselves with various tasks, setting up lightning equipment, arranging props across a number of tables, and setting up the ring...or at least, the stage that looked a bit like a ring. It was busier here than in the backstage of an actually wrestling arena, or at least if her experience the other day had been anything to go by.

All these sights and sounds clamoured for her attention, but one in particular seized her attention and demanded her focus; The crafts table. Kameyo felt her stomach give a rumble of agreement with her senses, and the big woman once again wondered just how long she'd been in that tiny chair for. Padding her way along, trying to weave her way through the flow and counter-flow of people but winding up holding up traffic like a parade float trying to take a sharp corner, she'd almost reached the table when her brain caught up with the rest of her and pointed out the figure who was already standing there.

Kameyo paused, hesitant to approach further. Suzu had asked if she wanted her to accompany her half-sister for morale support, but Kandi was due to arrive on her plane today and she needed someone to help her get her things from the airport to the apartment and get settled in. Besides, the idea of Suzu being around here seemed like a recipe for disaster, and Kameyo had experienced enough embarrassment in her fight to last a lifetime. She'd assured Suzu that she would be fine, and that she held no ill-will towards Mia Tally Bryant.

But it wasn't ill-will that made her stomach feel like it was doing backflips. She felt a blush trying to burn through her makeup, glad that the coverage would hide the worst of it, and sucked in a deep breath. Just walk up and say hello Kameyo, you can do that. You're both professionals. Giving a wide smile that came easily to her, Kameyo approached the smaller but still substantial figure of Tally.

"Ohayou gozaimasu, Tally-Sama," She said brightly, "It's lovely to see you again. I hope we can do great work together today."

by Tatyina on Sun Sep 28, 2014 4:27 am
"Oh, Hello, Kameyo." Tally said when she felt the presence of the larger girl behind her. She smiled as she looked her over. She was so large and make up had done good work on her as usual. "You're definitely looking kawaii! I hope you're ready to get to the sexy posing! Remember, this is serious modelling work so you cant schlub it off like you did in the ring." She said, making light of Kameyo's efforts as though the girl had been utterly clueless int he match.

She grabbed Kameyo's arm and tugged on it, trying to pull her faster, believing that Kameyo couldn't walk as fast as Tally could.

"Kameyo's finally finished getting ready, are you ready to begin?" She said sweetly, smiling at the head photographer.

"Yeah. First thing we'll have you do is set the scene with a "weigh in" ok?" He asked. In front of some hot portable Fresnel light kits was a "press conference" scene complete with a scale that would handle all their bulk and girth.

by ThunderinSilence on Sun Sep 28, 2014 4:53 am
Kameyo didn't let her smile falter, even when Tally's words about her performance in the match stung her. It was hard to argue with the fact that Kameyo hadn't managed to put up a very good fight, but she was determined not to let it hold her back from getting better. Besides, she was sure Tally was simply trying to make sure she took the job seriously, and she gave an eager nod of her head.

"Arigato Tally-sama, the makeup team worked very hard to get me ready and I think they all did wonderfully," She said earnestly, "I'll give it my all so their hard work doesn't go you waste."

Kameyo had just started to make her selection from the crafts table, reaching out to pluck a plump looking samosa from one of the dishes, when she felt Tally's fingers sink into the meat of her other arm and start to drag her away from the buffet. Trying not to look disappointing and resolving she'd get a chance to sample some of it later, she allowed the curvaceously chubby woman to lead her towards the first of the sets, a very impressive replica of a press conference. Kameyo's eyes widened a little as she took it all in, wondering if this was the closest she'd come to actually being a part of such an event.

"Wooow, it's such an impressive set!" she breathed in awe, before realising that she probably shouldn't be gawping like a yokel and gave a quick cough as she regained her composure, "Please tell me where you need me, I am in your hands," she bowed respectfully to the head photographer.

by Tatyina on Sun Sep 28, 2014 6:46 am
"Ok, first we'll get a picture with Tally." She said. "Go head and stand on the scale, ok?"

Tally nodded and stepped on the industrial strength scale. They measured her out to a perfect 201 pounds and Tally posed as the camera's flashed. She took it in and really knew how to catch all the best angles. As well as she had done in the ring, it was clear that she was leagues better in front of the camera. Once they were finished, Tally stepped down and stepped aside.

"Ok, Kameyo. Your turn!"

by ThunderinSilence on Sun Sep 28, 2014 2:09 pm
"H-hai!" Kameyo said, brought out of her reverie she'd been in as she'd watched Tally bask in the light and attention of the photographers. The way she carried her plump frame, how she posed just so, was hypnotising to watch as the experienced model showcased her big but supple body in pose after pose. Trying not to feel too anxious as she stepped up to take her turn, she eyed the scale warily, her past experiences with such devices only slightly assuaged by the fact it was designed for industrial use. The setup was different from a regular bathroom scale, with an extended pole-like section at the front atop which sat a digital display that would flash her weight once it had calculated it. Gingerly, she stepped onto the contraption, trying to ensure her protruding gut didn't bump the display as she did so, and a second or two passed as everyone's gaze turned towards the flashing display before it settled upon a number - 321lbs. Kameyo was mildly surprised at that, but then again considering the fact that Suzu had cooked a lot last night to cheer her up, and then a large breakfast to follow it up, perhaps she really shouldn't have been.

Of course, the weigh-in was the easy part, and the photographers were awaiting her first pose. Kameyo felt a blush fighting to be seen underneath the well-applied makeup, but the sizeable woman wasn't about to let her nerves conquer her again, not while Tally-sama was watching her. Thinking back on her friend Kandi, Kameyo tried to imagine what she would do in her position right now, and tried to imitate what she saw in her head. One hand reached up, her fingers slipping into her honeyed locks of hair, the other set on the wide shelf of her hip, her body angled slightly as she half-bent a knee. The meat of her vast thigh exposed itself as it slipped out from under the embrace of the robe, the silky material spilling over it. She rolled her shoulders back a touch, and again the robe peeled back, slipping a little more to expose the ridden depths of her cleavage. While she could hardly boast of having a chest to match her sister or her best friend in size, her breasts only appeared small when compared to the rest of her truly massive body, and on a more regular sized woman she'd have been considered well endowed. Her let her lips settled into a smile she hoped would be perceived as coquettish.

"Um, is this OK?" she asked, wanting to make sure she wasn't doing too much or, far more likely, too little.

by Tatyina on Mon Sep 29, 2014 7:36 pm
The cameras clicked away as Kameyo began to pose. they swarmed up and down and around, getting every angle they could. A few times someone came in to adjust Kameyo's position. tile a head or an arm, push her knee a different direction but it it went smoothly.

"Ok, that's it for that, now let's get the two of you together." The director said. Tally smiled and stepped forward. She puffed out her chest and waited, pulling her robe open just enough so that when Kameyo stepped forward, she'd see them.

"This will look good." The director said. "Kameyo's so big that it'll really make you look like a conquering David. The fans will love it."

"Eheh, oh?" Tally said, giggling. The director WAS right, Kameyo was much larger than Tally but would the fans really like that? The PLUMP faithful loved their big girls. The PLUMP motto was "Bigger is Better." Wouldn't Tally be seen as a bully, picking on the innocent looking chubster? Tally didn't think she liked this one bit but her smile never faltered. She wasn't going to be upstaged by a girl with zero modeling experience just because she was bigger!

by ThunderinSilence on Mon Sep 29, 2014 8:11 pm
As the photographers snapped away, making only the occasional slight adjustment, Kameyo found herself warming to the experience. The initial shyness she'd felt at the idea of having her picture taken in a sexy pose (or at least her best attempt at one) started to melt as she realised that she wasn't horribly screwing up, and the smile became more genuine with each flash of the camera. They were soon finished, and moving right along to the shots of both Tally-sama and herself pre-match, guiding Kameyo off the scale as Tally and the director spoke.

"Oh, I should ask you Kameyo-san, could you please remove your robe to show your outfit for these next shots?" the director asked, turning her attention to the heavyweight blonde, "We would like to see a little of your ring attire before we start on the ring shots."

"Hai, Director-sama," Kameyo said readily, her plump fingers fumbling with the silk sash that banded her waist and held the robe closed, or at least prevent it from falling off her expansive build. As the cord was loosened, the pressure of holding back her stomach was eased, and the robe slid open to allow the weighty mass of her belly to push through. Beneath, finally revealed, was Kameyo's attire, a substantial improvement over the plain, ill-fitting blue one-piece she'd wore for her debut match. This one was a creamy white leotard, glimmering with pink sequins that had been sewn into the pattern of several tumbling cherry-blossom petals on either plump side, at once eye-catching yet tastefully presented. The attire was strapless, leaving Kameyo's shoulders and arms bare, a transparent gauzy section allowing an ample view of her cleavage in a plunging V-cut that followed the curve of her belly, reaching almost to the navel. While it hugged her substantial girth like the one-piece had, this was by design rather than poor measurement, and Kameyo felt surprisingly comfortable even as the material clung to the round dome of her belly and wide bubble butt. Kameyo shrugged off the robe completely, carefully folding it to avoid creasing it, and handed it to a waiting stage hand with a thankful smile.

"So how would you like me to pose for this one?" she asked excitedly.

by Tatyina on Wed Oct 01, 2014 6:30 am
When Tally saw Kameyo remove her robe, Tally furrowed her brow. She could hear the murmurs. There were a lot of folks who were employed for the magazine because of their own love for BBW.

No. Not from this girl. She might have been physically bigger but Tally was a giant in the industry! She took a step forward, pushed herself up to her tip toes and shoved herself forward so that her big tits slapped into Kameyo's and rested upon the girl's pair like a shelf, even as they slipped together and kissed.

Tally clenched her fists and stared at Kameyo with hate in her eyes. She certainly looked like she was trying to intimidate her "opponent before the fight." Tally wasn't really acting, after all.

The director nodded. "Excellent as always, Tally. I can really feel the tension. He praised. Tally only smirked briefly. "Just try and mimic Tally. You two are about to be locked in a fight for your lives! You don't like each other and finally you get to settle the score!" He encouraged.

by ThunderinSilence on Wed Oct 01, 2014 9:33 am
The sudden, fierce expression Tally shot her as she closed in tightly, their heavy bodies pressing firmly together as breasts and bellies shoved and warred in a cascade of jiggling, startled Kameyo to the point where she was about to take a step back. Of course, when the director started to praise her for capturing the intense spirit of pre-match competition, the big blonde felt a little embarrassed at getting so easily spooked - of course she was only pretending, it was a photo shoot after all. Of course, now it was her turn to adopt a suitable mien of competitive rivalry, and she was having a lot more trouble figuring out how to do that. For the sexy pose she'd just mimicked what she thought her friend Kandi would do, but neither her nor Suzu had ever really looked quite as serious as Tally did right now, at least not as far as Kameyo had seen. Struggling to think of anything but feeling she had to at least do something, she bunched her fists and set them on the fluffy hips, setting her face into what she hoped was an expression suitable to illustrate the intense rivalry of the intended image.

There was a moment's pause, before a ripple of barely-supressed chuckles and snorts of laughter bubbled from the crew. Even the director chuckled lightly. "That's very good Kameyo-san, but maybe pull it back a little? Sticking out your tongue is perhaps a little more...exaggerated than we intended for this shot."

"Um, gomenasai Director-sama," Kameyo offered up sheepishly, "I'm not very good at looking intense I guess."

The director nodded, tapping her chin in thought for a moment. "I'm sure there must have been a time in your life when you had to get serious though, yes? Try to remember that time, and how you felt during it, then channel it into your expression. Do you think you can do that?"

"Hai, I'll do my best," Kameyo nodded, her mind racing as she tried to think of a time she'd had to get truly serious. For a moment she drew a blank, until suddenly it came to her. It had been in junior high school, Grade 3, the last day before the summer holiday hit and she'd be moving up to high school. She'd been a founding member and treasurer of the board-games club, and in her time had went undefeated in 99 games of Twilight Imperium, a vast and complex game of interstellar trade, politics and conquest. This was her 100th match, and it had come down to the wire - of the five players that had began the game, Aoi's Federation of Sol had met an early demise in a crushing pincer manoeuvre at the hands of Hachiro's Embers of Muaat, only to in turn be eliminated as the three remaining players pooled their assets to prevent his massive fleet seizing the throne world and declare himself Emperor. With their mutual foe slain, the alliance had soon faltered and Hina had been next to fall, her favourite faction of the Universities of Jol-Nar attempting to technologically ascend herself to the lead, only to be internally crippled by sabotage. In the end, all that had been left was Takehiko, whose aggressive policy with the Barony of Letnev had left him with a formidable fleet poised to seize the throne world from Kameyo's forces, while her own Xxcha Kingdom had subsumed the entirety of the senate, primed to vote her into power if she could just last one more round.

Kameyo closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered to herself the words she had said back when she was 15. "The stars belong to me Takehiko," she murmured, before opening her eyes and adopting the expression that had earned her the title of "Tyrant Queen of Twilight Imperium", a mask of haughty superiority tinged with mild amusement at the very notion of a challenge to her dominance. Moments later, the cameras began to click and flash away.

by Tatyina on Mon Oct 06, 2014 6:44 am
Tally furrowed her brow as Kameyo spoke. "Who is Takehiko?" She said. All of her own smugness was replaced by a raised eyebrow of curiosity as their breasts pressed together. After a moment, Tally waved at the photographers.

"Enough of this. People are paying to see the action, not just us standing around looking at each other." She said. "She's not even into it, she's talking to herself." Tally looked back at Kameyo. "I know you're not a professional, but at least try." She said in a snippy tone.

Tally walked away from the set up and shuffled over towards the full sized recreation of a ring. She slipped in and stood up as the crew followed her like a swarm of ants being drawn to some honey.

by ThunderinSilence on Mon Oct 06, 2014 10:57 am
Kameyo blinked, uncertain how you react at the abrupt switch as Tally haughtily strode away and stepped into the mocked-up ring. The fact she thought Kameyo hadn't been trying hard stung, and she turned to the director with an apologetic little bow. "I guess I'm not very good at this yet, but I'll keep trying," she promised, hoping that it sounded more reassuring than she felt about it. The director gave a shrug, looking more than a little helpless, and patted Kameyo on her shoulder.

"You're doing fine, really, Ms. Bryant is just used to...a certain level of attention during her work. I'm sure once you get into the action shots, things will pick up and she'll warm to your performance."

"Do you think so?" Kameyo asked, glancing over to the ring. She'd tried not to let her rather poor debut match get to her, but she couldn't help but feel a little nervous at the prospect of climbing back into the ring with Tally, even if it was all just fancy posing. She shook it of as just further silliness - Tally was a professional, and she expected and deserved the same in return. She nodded, straightened herself up, and waddled towards the imitation ring, squeezing through the ropes to climb inside and join Tally there.

by Tatyina on Tue Oct 07, 2014 12:38 am
Tally bounced on her feet letting, waiting for Kameyo to get in the ring. She wondered what would be a good pose for the camera's and as Kameyo waddled up to her, she grinned.

"Ok, girls, why don't you lock up? We can sort of progress through the fight, ok?"

Tally shook her head. "No! They want to see action! They aren't paying for something they could have watched on television! This is about getting good SHOTS! We need good facial expressions and good poses!"

Tally came up to Kameyo and looked her over. "They want to see what it's like to be in the ring with <i>me!</i>" Tally reached up to grab at Kameyo's hair and yank at it painfully to bend Kameyo over. "Get on your knees!" She barked. "I'll put you in a headlock!" She looked around at the camera. "Get a close up of her face!" She demanded as she tugged Kameyo around and wrapped her beefy arm around the girl's head, pressing it up against Tally's ample breast. For the moment, she grinned triumphantly as the photographers camera's flashed, getting every angle!

by ThunderinSilence on Tue Oct 07, 2014 2:32 am
Kameyo didn't have a whole lot of time to react to the events as they unfolded; she was expecting to start the match much as the director suggested, with a lockup, and thus when Tally took a tight hold of her golden hair and yanked down on it sharply, it took her completely off guard. She gave a yelp, forced to bend her body or risk losing a chunk of her hair, and her cheek found itself pressing up against the warm, soft mound of Tally's breast, as the hefty woman slipped an arm around her head and started to squeeze.

"AHN! Tally-Sama, you're squeezing a little too hard," she tried to say, but she wasn't sure if her voice was being muffled by the fact her face was being enveloped in soft flesh. Certainly if Tally heard her, she chose not to relent, and Kameyo could hear the camera clicks away wildly as they sought out every angle. Her cheeks growing red, the larger woman sank to one knee slowly, then both, her hands grasping at the arm encircling her head as she tried to ease the pressure a little, pawing at it as her face screwed up with pain. She was getting horribly vivid flashbacks of the nigh of her debut, but this was supposed to just be a photo shoot...right?

by Tatyina on Tue Oct 07, 2014 7:49 am
"It has to look realistic!" Tally said, trying to hold in a devious smirk as she pulled her arm tighter and forced Kameyo's face into her plump breast even further as she scowled. "I have to overcompensate for your lack of training, Kameyo. Art is suffering, you know." She said as she squeezed until the director finally gave Tally a look that said she had better pull back a little.

Tally sighed and then finally let go and trotted away from Kameyo a few steps. "Mmmhmmm..." She said and patted her chest. "Wonderful."

"You know..." Tally said, "I think that since Kameyo's got such a big body, the readers will really want to see it Jiggle. Kameyo, why don't you rest against the turnbuckle, ok?" She said, waving her hand at the blonde.

by ThunderinSilence on Wed Oct 08, 2014 1:12 am
When Tally finally released her fierce headlock, Kameyo gave a relieved gasp and went down to all fours, panting heavily as her heart raced, feeling slightly dizzy from the tight squeeze and the mild amount of smothering she'd gotten in the process. With great effort, the vast woman lumbered back to her feet, slightly unsteady for a moment as her heavy girth wobbled and swayed, but she managed to totter into the nearby corner and grab a hold of the ropes for support. Still taking deep gulps of air, she turned to rest her wide ass against the turnbuckle, her sheer mass filling the corner space to the point that the ropes dug against her fleshy love-handles, but her face was back down from red to a rosy pink at least.

"T-thank you Tally-sama," she wheezed, grateful at least for the brief opportunity to recover her breath. The headlock might have been a little harder than she might have liked, but Ms. Bryant had said it was only to sell the shot and make up for her relative lack of experience. It made sense that it needed to be a little more "real" to get the kind of shots they were looking for. Giving a last big breath, her tightly packed belly rising and falling along with it, she turned her head to glance out the ring to the director, and gave a quick thumbs up to reassure everyone she was still good to go.

"Heh. No problem."

Tally said as she smiled cruelly at Kameyo's back as she waddled to the turnbuckle. The idiot had no clue about what was in store for her and Tally certainly wasn't giving her any kind of rest. Once the bigger girl was fit against the turnbuckle, Tally stood in front of her.

"Ok, guys, let's make sure you get the best shot. We'll keep doing it until you get the perfect shot."

Tally grinned. "Are you ready, Kameyo?" She asked as she pulled back her arm. She didn't wait for Kameyo to finish and instead lashed her beefy arm out to back hand chop against Kameyo's chest, making sure Kameyo's breasts jiggled but more so making sure she stung them good.

As Kameyo returned her attention to the happenings of the ring, she found Tally standing right in front of her, and the smile on her lips instantly made Kameyo very nervous to be stuck in the corner.

"Huh? Get ready for wh-" she began, but didn't have enough time to finish before Tally's meaty arm hammered into her, rocking her sizeable body against the turnbuckles and forcing the air from her lungs from the weighty impact. her breasts bounced alarmingly from the strike, the heavy orbs barely kept in check by her attire, and the jiggling didn't end there as it rippled across her fleshy form, sending waves across her soft round belly, ass and thighs. "AGHN!" was all she could manage to grunt out in response to the blow, and she could heart the clacking shutters of the cameras as they took it all in from multiple angles. It was clear they weren't going to be satisfied with just the one either.

"P-please wait, Tally-sama," she wheezed, even as she watched the plump model's arm raise once more for a second heavyweight strike, "I need to catch my breath!"

"Hm." Tally said as she watched Kameyo's body jiggle. "I think we can do better." She said and looked around as if expecting the rest of the crew to agree with her. She didn't wait for an answer as she brought her beefy arm back into position.

"Come on, Kameyo. Don't tell me you're ready to quit! The modeling business is tough! If you slow down, you won't cut it!"

Tally then pulled back her arm again and aimed for another chop to Kameyo's breasts, this time trying to make it even harder.

The second shot pounded into Kameyo's chest, harder than the first, and as her bulk reeled back once more into the corner post, it gave an alarming creak. Like most things in a photo-shoot, the ring had been made to look good, but wasn't exactly authentic in its capacity to take damage, and clearly the weight Kameyo was putting on it was causing the structure to struggle a little. Left hanging from the ropes, her arms draped across the top set, Kameyo's entire body jiggled as the cameramen ate it up, her golden locks tumbling around her face as she panted heavily.

What was worse was that this was starting to feel uncomfortably like what had happened in their prior match. Kameyo had long become accustomed for being picked on for her size and weight, but she had really experienced someone handling her so physically. Even her training with Kandi had been far more gentle, with plenty of breaks to catch her breath and go over what they she had been taught - here though, Tally was adamant she wouldn't relent, and it left Kameyo feeling trapped, helpless...and she wasn't certain how she felt about that.

With a grunt, she straightened up a little, assuming a more upright position with her back slumped against the corner post. Tally's words might have sounded cruel, but she was right nevertheless - she had promised to do her best, and if that meant taking a few hard knocks to get it right, then she'd just have to get through it. She braced herself as best she could for the shot she expected to come barrelling into her at any moment.

Tally was satisfied with smacking around Kameyo's chubby rack and the photos were clicking away. She was sure they were sore but Tally turned her head. "Hmmmm..." She thought to herself. She pulled her arm up and instead of chopping kameyo, she drove her forearm into the underside of Kameyo's breasts and pushed upward, trying to force Kameyo's into the turnbuckle and to push the girl's breasts into her own face, threatening to pop them out of her one piece.

"Get her face." Tally said, almost growling the words. While Kameyo was surely busy with Tally's stifling forearm, the American balled her other fist and drove it into Kameyo's plump belly.

Having expected another heavy chop to come crashing on it, Tally's next action took Kameyo by surprise, as the smaller woman rammed her forearm underneath her bust and heaved upwards. The fleshy mounds, only slightly contained within the confines of her attire, bulged and wobbled as they were thrust upwards, pressing to the underside of Kameyo's chin and almost engulfing her mouth. Eyes wide with alarm, the sizeable girl could hear the straining of fabric, but before she could say anything to warn Tally, the plump model had powered a fist into the round, bared dome of Kameyo's belly. The words the big Japanese girl had been forming came out in a spray of spittle as a pained groan escaped her, Tally's fist sinking in deep enough to be lost up to the wrist for a moment, and the cascade of wobbling further strained her tight-fitting outfit.

"T-tally-sama, please, my outfit..." was all she could get out, before there was a tearing sound of fabric reaching its limits and tearing, and the semi-transparent gauze section of her ring attire that plunged from the neckline down to the navel parted suddenly, a wide breech that started at her bulging cleavage. Kameyo gave a cry, painfully aware of the cameras still snapping away, and her hands reached up to try and force her heaving breasts back down before they could struggle free of her compromised outfit.

Tally wasn't intentionally trying to pop Kameyo's breasts out from her outfit, [i]yet.[/i[ So it was a bit of a surprise when her ring attire started to tear. However, Tally could certainly work with it. She grinned while Kameyo fumbled. The reaction shots of her helplessly trying to keep her ladies in place would look great on the spread. real, genuine concern. All Tally had to do now war follow up!

"Oh, Kameyo! All of us have had to flash a breast here and there. It's the dirty little secret of modelling!" She said in a sweet voice. Tally had definitely posed "nude" before but she'd never shown any thing. Any time she did a nude shoot, she always tastefully covered herself with well placed items, usually food. A suggestive banana between her legs or chocolate syrup covering her breasts.

"But, I can help you cover up a bit!" Tally let go and reached for Kameyo's hair and then yanked once more, trying to drag Kameyo to the center of the ring and throw her onto her big belly harshly.

Kameyo's hands were quite literally full trying to keep the tear in her outfit from getting worse and potentially splitting the full length, which meant that when Tally grabbed a thick handful of her honey blonde hair, she lacked any real means to fight back, forced out of the corner by a painful tug on her roots that sent her stumbling, only to feel the sharp shove driving in her back to send the bigger woman toppling over. The canvas rippled like an ocean wave as Kameyo landed hard on her stomach, the mocked-up ring once again showing it lacked the durable qualities of the real deal as several prop workers gave a wince at the heavy landing.

Kameyo meanwhile lay flat on her stomach, wheezing heavily. Her chest was pillowing beneath her, thankfully hidden as they pressed against the floor, but she was at a loss as to what to do. Was she supposed to fight back? This felt more and more like her debut match by the second, and less like a photo-shoot, but no one was calling a stop to this. Was it normal? Kameyo was utterly clueless as to how these sorts of things were normally done, but she figured trying to get back upright couldn't hurt, so with a breathless grunt, she started to crawl her ponderous body towards the nearest set of ropes...