Extended Play

Migiri cuddled the broken angel in her arms as though she really had been a doll that had broke during play time. She gingerly nestled Kishima against her while she carried her backstage to a dressing room. She had fun with the bomber and the girl was pretty good at playing, giving the titan toddler a bit of a scare once or twice during their "playdate."

However, now that they were finished, Migiri had something else in store for Ksihima. While the big blonde was clearly into specific fetishes, aside from the babyplay, she had one other thing that she utterly enjoyed.

Once she was in the dressing room, she closed the door behind her and set Kishima on the couch. "Ok, Ki-tan!" She chirped. "Are you ready?! This wiww be soooo much fun!" I can't wait to see how you wook!" She said and then, while Kishima lay on the couch, Migiri began to slowly pull down her dress to expose her rather hefty chest.

Normally if anyone had tried to pick Kishima up and carry her around the way she was being carried now, that person would likely end up receiving a multitude of bruises and a few broken limbs for their efforts. But at the moment, she was in no condition to even attempt that sort of resistance. Several people watched uneasily and wide-eyed as Migiri carried a broken, battered and defeated Kishima through the hallways. The violet haired angel could feel the stares, and it made her cringe in shame and humiliation.

She wanted to fight and squirm until she fell from the titan toddler’s clutches, then try to escape. With any luck maybe she could get away and lick her wounds, regroup, then figure out what the hell to do about Migiri. As crushing as her defeat at the giant’s hands was, she couldn’t let that be the end of this. But what would it take to keep someone like Migiri down? Unfortunately, she had another, more pressing issue to worry about at the moment. In the past, she’d seen Migiri carry away opponents she’d demolished. What became of those people, Kishima never learned for sure. But she had heard rumors. Some bizarre, others borderline terrifying. And though she certainly had no desire to, it seemed she was about to discover what the truth really was.

Kishima weakly groaned as she was carried into the dressing room and laid down on the couch. Her body ached horribly from head to toe, and she found it hard to move her limbs. But she did manage to shift her head to the side enough to see Migiri starting to pull her dress down, which made her eyes go wide in clear anxiety over whatever was about to happen. “W..what are you doing..?” she asked, unable to do anything but watch and wait for now.

"Playing dwess up!" Migiri chirped at Kishima's words.

Migiri began to slowly peel off her outfit until she was all but nude. Her body had the kind of curves of a very mature woman and even her eyes shifted a bit in their tone as she looked at Kishima.

"It's fun, don't worry." She said, not quite putting the lisp on her r's that she usually did. "You're turn." She said, almost purring as she reached out and began to pull off Kishima's outfit, starting first with the top that she tugged up over Kishima's head, letting the bomber's own chest spill out fully.

On the bright side, Migiri’s answer seemed to eliminate the worst of Kishima’s worries. But more than a few questions also popped into her mind at the same time, only to get pushed right to the back of her mind when she saw the giant remove her clothes. In her recent interactions with Migiri, the bomber had either been so focused on their match or the titan toddler’s unusual behavior when they were in the ring that she’d never taken even a moment to really notice her body. Well, aside from how big she was of course.

Everything about Migiri’s form completely contradicted the childish way she tended to act. This was the first time Kishima had actually, legitimately seen her as a woman. And even more surprising, perhaps, were the words that left Migiri’s lips next. Or rather, the fact that she wasn’t using the baby talk.

But before she could even offer up a comment on the matter, the meaning of the words was finally sinking in as Kishima’s top was pulled over her head and stripped off, exposing her voluptuous chest as well. She grimaced in pain a few times in the process, and immediately her arms moved to cover up her breasts after the top was off. Normally she wasn’t too shy about her body. Plenty of women had seen it in the locker room. But this wasn’t the same. Being stripped like this, especially when she was in such a weakened state, felt like she was being violated. And in some ways she was. But the sad truth of the matter was there was essentially nothing she could do about it.

Migiri tossed Kishima's top to the side where her clothes were and then leaned over, letting her big breasts droop down and sway a bit as she grabbed for Kishima's bottoms and began to tug at them, looking to pull them off just the same and reveal the girl's womanhood. Both of them would be naked except for their boots once Migiri finished stripping Kishima of her wrestling attire.

Kishima felt her body tense up considerably when Migiri moved to grab onto her tights, but she was still in no shape to fight back. She slammed her eyes shut and cringed as she felt the bottoms sliding down her legs until they were completely off. Her legs pressed tightly together, and both the bomber’s hands clenched into tight fists. She took several big breaths, still trying to recover from the match, but also trying to remain as calm as possible and keep her emotions in check.

She’s just playing dress up. Just get through this, and you can get out of here. she told herself in her mind. As much as she hated it, there was nothing else Kishima could do about any of this at the moment.

Once they were both naked, Migiri looked at Kishima and nodded. Though Kishima wasn't looking, Migiri was certainly admiring the bluenette's body. She reached out a hand and brushed the back of her hand along Kishima's cheek. "Ki-tan is sooo pwettyyy..." Migiri said and clapped her hands together.

"We should take a bath together sometime!" The titan toddler insisted. It would be fun to scrub Kishima's back. "Buuuut, not toodaaay! Ok, Ki-tan, first, put this on!"

Migiri tossed her wrestling outfit at Kishima and waited to see if the bomber would put it on herself.

Even with her eyes turned away from the giant, Kishima could feel Migiri staring at her. She felt so violated and vulnerable, and she shuddered when she felt the large hand brushing over her cheek. And the mention of the bath had an almost identical effect.

Thankfully, Migiri revealed she had nothing of the sort in mind today. Instead, the simple command came along with the titan toddler’s wrestling outfit, which fell over the battered bomber like a blanket. Though she wasn’t exactly excited about trying on clothes she knew would be far too big for her, anything was better than being naked. So without a word, she grunted through grit teeth while slowly pushing herself up into a sitting position.

Once she was mostly upright, Kishima went to work putting Migiri’s outfit on. It was a slow process and took some time to move her aching limbs where they needed to go. But if left to do it herself, after a little while Kishima would finally have the outfit on. As predicted, far too big. It hang loosely on her where it had hugged tightly against Migiri’s larger frame. But her breast and womanhood were covered up, and that alone was enough to make her breathe a sigh of relief.

As Kishima began to drape Migiri's clothes over her nude body, the titan toddler began to do the same. She took Kishima's top and held it up over her head. She inched it down her arms fairly easily, but when it came time to push it over her busty frame, she began to struggle.

"Nnnn....!" Mirigi's tongue stuck out as she slowly tried to inch the extremely tight fitting outfit over her chest. As she began, , her boobs puffed out of the sides and she sucked in breaths as her chest was compressed rather tightly. There were definitely some ripping noises, but eventually Migiri managed and she smiled happily.

The next step was the bottoms and she tugged them up her large thighs. The ripping was much more noticeable as her trunk-like thighs tore at the skimpy briefs, but eventually she managed with those, wedging them deeply up her form and causing her to blush.

Once she was finished, she clapped and giggled. "Ehehehe! I'm Ki-tan and you're Mi-tan now! Isn't it super fun and siwwy?" Migiri exclaimed. Migiri smiled at Kishima, waiting for the girl to answer her. She just KNEW Kishima would be as excited as Migiri was!

Though Kishima had been reluctant to look at Migiri through this whole, awkward process, the sound of tearing fabric quickly drew the bomber’s gaze over to the giant, who was trying to squeeze into her clothes. She winced with each audible tear, especially once Migiri started pulling on the bottoms. Kishima had a few different outfits she could wear for matches, just in case she needed them. But the one being damaged was by far her favorite, and she was already dreading the thought of having to get it repaired or maybe even replaced altogether when this was over.

Finally the outfit was on. And as she heard Migiri’s question, Kishima slowly turned her head up to look the larger girl in the eyes. “Yeah... Pretty damn silly...” she managed to answer, before grunting as she pushed herself off the couch to stand on her feet. “Now Mi-tan-- or, Ki-tan...” she said, playing along for a brief moment, “I think we’ve played enough today. So give me my clothes back, and let me go...” Kishima had no idea how well her “demand” would go over, especially considering she was in virtually no condition to enforce it if she needed to.

Regardless, Migiri was right about this being silly, and it was fortunate that was as bad as it had been so far. But there was nothing guaranteeing things would stay that way. And Kishima was eager to cut her losses and get out of here. Though, she had no intention of doing so without her clothes.