An Italian Sandwich

Bubbles was honestly torn on how she felt about the Diana Accera she was getting. On one hand, she never was one to shy away from the rough play, preferring lovers that could put up with her pace and take whatever she could dish out - at least, long enough to keep things from being one-sided.

On the other hand, though, if Diana wanted to turn herself into a willing puppet and let Bubbles have her way with this divine body of hers, who was she to say no? An opportunity like this didn’t come all the time, and she wasn’t about to squander it.

”No idea what you’re implying.” Mariah innocently squeaked, as she dared to crawl a little closer, unable to hide the devilish smile on her lips. Or maybe she just didn’t care to. ”I’m just an innocent official, calling this straight down the middle.”

For all the playing, Bubbles knew Mariah well enough to say she wasn’t lying - if she had to referee an actual match, she wouldn’t have given her wife any special treatment. The only thing was, calling this an actual match was debatable. But they would see.

”It’s not?” Bubbles giggled at Diana’s observation, even as she continued to rub their hips together, even clenching her cheeks for that extra spark of pleasure with each thrust. ”You look like you’re getting pretty lightheaded down there. But if you insist, I have some other things I could try.”

First thing was first: getting Diana back up to her feet. Reaching down, she pulled the Italian’s head up and snapped a front facelock around it, getting a good grip on her skull before she began to stand. She lifted Diana as she rose, threatening to leave her hanging if she didn’t cooperate.

The longer Diana was victim to the giants sensual pin, the more her frame screamed for her to react. Logic became somewhat simpler. If this was how fun letting the bigger bustier figure control her would be, then just how fun would it be to make said giant figure wither under lack of control?

Clench aside, Diana began to focus somewhat more, not before smiling one final time at the now nearby official, before Bubbles opted to make her rise. Ever keen to comply, the Italian not only followed suite but with more speed than perhaps Bubbles was likely expecting, especially given the compliance of the beauty so far. The giant had already shown speed unfitting of her size, so Diana knew she could not slack.

When her head was once more pulled under the thick bicep of Bubbles, Diana would attempt to push her own frame through a shade quicker than her foe would of likely been expecting. Soon trying to make the rest of her frame follow, in a move remarkably similar to her motion a moment ago which earned her a uninterrupted slap of that large rear, once more Diana would attempt to slide behind her foe.

If all went without a hitch, Diana would barely resist the urge to once more slap those fine jiggly cheeks, as her hands came around Bubbles for a semi-firm waist lock. No great effort was applied mind, and not because Diana was holding back. She simply expected such would be pointless in the face of this opposition.

Rather, her main 'attack' came in the form of her figure; pressing comfortably to the giantesses' back; thighs to her rear, and firm chest to her back!

Now that Bubbles had Diana up and her head was secured, she faced the troubling question of where to go from there. A host of moves were at her disposal from this position - vertical suplexes, gourdbusters, countless DDT variations. While Bubbles would never claim to have the widest variety of moves at her disposal, she had a ton of power moves to choose from, and it so happened that Diana’s body was perfect for them - just light enough that she could lift her with ease, but solid enough to create a good impact.

But whatever she wanted, it was going to have to wait, as Diana once more proved to be slippery in multiple senses of the word. In one moment, Bubbles swore she had her in place; in the next, the Italian was moving around her in a single deft move, getting behind her, and-

”What’s...oh.” Bubbles let out a long, moaning sigh as Diana pressed against her from behind, pressing against her with firm muscles and a rippling chest. The hold wasn’t that strong, and she could’ve broken out of it if she wanted to...but she didn’t want to. She really didn’t want to. If anything, she wished Diana was pressing harder.

But, since she wasn’t, that just meant Bubbles would have to handle it herself.

She leaned forward, then surged backwards with a hard push from her legs, driving them both towards the nearest turnbuckle and attempting to smash Diana right into the corner.

Whenever Diana gripped firm hold of figures that by all means should not be contained, the Italian's heartbeat quickened. There was a thrill to holding a figure such as Bubbles; one comparable to stroking a caged lion, which at any moment could turn and dismember you.

And that was with the sexuality aside.

Feeling that firm large posterior that Diana's hand had already made acquaintances with grind upon her lap, the Italian offered little response against the giants efforts to take her to the turnbuckle. Opting not to resist, but instead go with the flow as it were, Diana attempted to control the pace rather than resist, albeit still earning her a mighty thump against the corner.

Albeit, not quite enough to remove her grip entirely.

Wheezing coldly into the amazons ear as that greater figure pressed some air from her toned abdomen, Diana released her lock with hand to wrist and instead latched both hands to that impeccable, tout tummy. The awkwardness was not lost on her though, as her eyes would be forced to look straight ahead.

Into the wife of the one she was now somewhat fondling.

"What's what..." A question quietly hummed as Diana closed her eyes a touch whilst glaring at Mariah, with her thighs grinding ever so softly up and down the giants rear.

It was a good thing that it was just the three of them in this ring, and that Mariah was familiar enough with Bubbles’ moves to know where she’d be at any particular time and act accordingly. She’d hate to think what would’ve have happened if some poor figure had been in the corner when she and Diana slammed into it.

The impact was enough to make the entire  room rattle, as the ring shook from a blow it had likely never seen before. Bubbles herself was close to 250 pounds, and if she had to guess, Diana was around the 150 range. When they hit the turnbuckle, they crash into it with 400 pounds of solid, muscular force. At minimum.

It was jarring for Bubbles. She couldn’t imagine how painful it was for Diana, being crushed between an almost literal rock and a hard place. You would think that would be the sort of thing that would dampen the mood. For many, it might. But not this woman.

”Well, hello there.” Bubbles looked down with glee as Diana’s curious fingers explored her abs, and she rewarded that curiosity with a steady grind, thrusting her rear into the Italian’s lap, stroking up and down, pushing her back into the pads.

Mariah, meanwhile, hadn’t gone without noticing that look in Diana’s eyes. She stepped forward with a lazy smile and leaned against the ropes nearby, enjoying the show from the best seat in the house. ”You know, I’m starting to think you’re more interested in fucking than fighting.”

Catching her senses with a rather big support to cling on, Diana's fingers continued to gently wander, seemingly determined to find each and every individual ab of the bigger woman, all without direct response from her hands. Chin to her shoulder and nose and mouth both to her ear, each and every breath would tickle past the beauties ear, with Diana's eyes still askew at Maria.

Again the grind would stir the Italian, who briefly gripped onto that hard flesh in response as her body tingled, before her frame settled down. "You keep pressing so gently...like you're worried I'll break..."

Suddenly coming alive, Diana attempted to suddenly pivot the bigger woman around in her arms, so that fronts were now pressing. Admittedly, she'd struggle to not lower her eyes, given the giant bosom now pressed to her own, with her hands gripped gently upon that lower back.

"...I'm more worried about breaking you..first..."

Not at all oblivious to Maria's comment, a single finger would extend from Diana's right as her hand held Bubbles softly, wagging her finger at the watching beauty.

If women knew best how to pleasure other women, then strong women knew best how pleasure other strong women. Bubbles had nothing against grinding up against smaller, softer ladies, but there was definitely something to be said about rubbing her muscles up against ones that could compare. There was a lovely friction, as her solid hips slapped against Diana’s teasing flesh, as the Italian’s chest nestled against her shoulders.

It was a position she would’ve been content to hold for hours. Her newly found companion was more ambitious, though.

Bubbles gasped as she was spun about and brought face-to-face Diana...as much as they could possibly be with the size difference. Up close, she could truly appreciate how gorgeous this woman. She was hot, no question there, but there was a regal poise to her, too. She carried herself like a queen, and it was all in the eyes. Unwavering. Hungry, yes, but so certain and strong.

”Are you, now?” An impish grin graced her lips as they held hands. ”Let’s lay that fear to rest.”

That was all the cue Bubbles would give before she suddenly pulled away, jerked back, and sent Diana off running the far side of the ring, putting all of her power into an Irish Whip. The second their hands separated, Bubbles would charge after the Italian with her arms wide open, attempting to crash into her with a massive splash only a mere second after she hit the corner.

A small part of Diana wanted to cling onto the front of that busty front somewhat more fiercely; to return the grind Bubbles had now given her so firmly twice now, to press her bosom into the larger, but still firm pair, and to not break eye contact once with the giant. Bubbles was Maria's, there was no question. But right now, Diana's gaze tried to cement the idea that in this fight alone, Bubbles was all Diana's.

Unable to resist the sudden force upon her arms, albeit not at all regretting such, Diana found herself sprinting across the ring diagonally, eyes briefly falling upon Maria again as she passed her. Settling in the corner with reasonable control although still an audible grunt, Diana was not so deaf nor stupid as to fail to realise the thuds that followed her belonged to a giant seeking a quick means of gaining control. A running splash was something of an obvious move, even to a foe with heavy blur in their eyes. The sounds. The positioning. The momentum of their foe.

She was far from the cockiest in wrestling, but the ever confident Diana believed that had she desired such, a simple sidestep would have allowed her a brisk escape.

If she desired as such.

But given the bout before her was hardly a cage match, and the less-than-casual foundations of the match had already been laid, Diana found herself willingly accepting that great figure into her. With little regret.

The pain was great no-doubt; a 200lbs plus figure running in with such unnatural speed on a full collision with no efforts towards defence could of rendered a lesser woman simply unable to compete. Even Diana found herself struggling to stand, as her figure fell a little limply against the giants own, cheek pressed above her chest as she gasped.

But the feeling of those heavenly breasts for a moment consuming her upper body - those firm hips, having already ground a few inches off Diana's core, smashing into her again - and those tout abs, now fighting against her own with every breath taken by both fighters pushing the other tummy in and out.

Diana was no sadist, but she couldn't deny the hidden joy in having a figure such as Bubbles forcibly gain control of her.

Steam Roller.

That was what Bubbles called this move. Some of her friends back in Slamazons always gave her some flak over it, feeling it was silly to give a simple body splash the name of a signature move, but she and Mariah always felt that any move could be lethal in the right circumstance. That was the case here - even something as simple as crashing into your opponent could be epic when you nearly outweighed them by 100 pounds.

She strongly suspected Diana would agree. She didn’t want a soft sell, and that wasn’t she got, as Bubbles crashed into her with earth shattering force. As she typically did with the move, the giantess stayed pressed against her foe after contact, pinning her against the turnbuckle for maximum effect. A good thing, too, because if she’d move away, there was a high chance Diana’s crushed form would’ve simply fell to the mat. Instead, she kept her propped up, so they could continue their fun and keep getting to know each other.

Bubbles’ leg slid in between Diana’s and pressed against her sex, working against her with implacable muscles. If the Italian liked the feel of their breasts pressed against each other, she was in for a treat, because there was plenty of that as Bubbles dipped low and pressed against her, mushrooming their chest against each other.

But that was only part of what Bubbles offered, though. ”Thanks for not moving.” She whispered, sincere and honest. She showed her appreciation by bringing her lips to Diana’s neck and giving a quick, sharp bite, with softer kisses to follow it, practically worshiping the area where her fangs came down.

What the hell are you doing.

Move.

MOVE.

Words from an inner voice that fell on deaf ears echoed around Diana's mind, as the two hundred plus figure kept her easily pinned after seemingly looking to find out how flat a physique such as the Italian's could go.

"Anytime..." A huff to the giant's warm collarbone would be followed by Diana further slumping against Bubbles, not that it mattered if she intended to or not. With the proximity of her foe, the Italian could barely expand her abdomen without feeling a great set of abs push back.

Her desire to take the figure fully unto herself seemed to gain a reward, both in the form of a thigh grind against her covered sex, and a reminder that despite being a considerably busty figure herself, Diana was beaten on such terms. As expected, the Italian remained mostly placid, at least at first, as her strong hands simply nibbled and pinched at the hips of the beauty now trapping her.

Somewhat curious to see just how Bubbles would continue her assault, the Italian's lose grip upon those hips would turn a shade firmer, as her body jittered in delight. "Ohhhh...you little..." A hum or more a purr motioned towards the bigger figure, as Bubbles began to chew at her neck like a delicious sweet.

Again, Diana was torn. Torn between giving the figure a fight deserving of her stature, or to simply lay back, and let Bubbles ravish her. Likely proving Maria's earlier words true in the process.

This time however, she chose the former over the latter. It wasn't like the two of them could return to ravishing one another later, after all.

In control of her senses enough to know Bubbles grip was likely too strong to break directly, Diana simply hooked her hands lower yet again. For the umpteenth time now clasping hands to that rear, albeit finally for a reason other than gaining sexual delight, the Italian would put her fine biceps to work as she attempted the monumental task of lifting the bigger figure. Not for long, and not too high mind. But then again, Diana had lifted bigger.

"I'm a little worried...you'll start to think I'm an easy fuck..." Gently attempting to carry the considerably curvier frame backwards out of the corner, Diana prayed the sudden change in motion and perhaps surprising show of strength, combined with Bubbles fascination with her neck and still pressing leg, would allow her an easy time.