An Italian Sandwich

As Bubbles enjoyed her Italian feast, she could help but wonder why she hadn’t heard about Diana on the hentai circuit before. She’d done her homework when it came to the AFW’s most sensual division, but she’d never seen this woman before. She would’ve remembered her, without a doubt. She supposed it was possible that Diana wasn’t a hentai wrestler at all, but she found that hard to fathom.

She had all the right tools for it - the hunger, the body, the strength. Maybe she lacked when it came to resistance, but that would be an easy enough fix.

It just seemed like such a waste. A body like this needed to be on display. Needed to be worshipped. If it was true that she’d gone without such lavishing, Bubbles was determined to make up for wasted time.

”Little?” She had a dark, Southern chuckle as she brought her lips upward, finding a nice earlobe to lick on and suckle. ”I haven’t been ‘little’ for a long time, lover. Willing to bet I could say the same for you.”

Bubbles was getting into the moment, and considering possible avenues to go from there, when a strange thing happened. First, she felt Diana grab her butt, which wasn’t weird all by itself. Heck, they’d kicked this off with an a slap on the rear. This was clearly an ass woman they were dealing with.

But then her feet left the floor. She didn’t jump, she didn’t pull herself up off the ropes. Her feet left the floor because Diana was lifting her up. All 240 pounds of her.

If anyone doubted how rare of a thing that was, all they had to do was look at the flabbergasted expression on Mariah’s face. ”Wow! Wow! She was quick to stumble back, giving Diana all the room she could ask for, as she looked on with a gaping mouth and stupefied eyes. ”You...how?”

Bubbles was equally, if not more, impressed with the outstanding display, but she chose not to say anything. Instead, she ramped up her efforts and started to plant kisses around Diana’s face, inching her way around, while her legs came back and wrapped around that taut midsection. The display of raw power was making her even hotter than before, and she wanted to sate her growing lust by clinging as tightly to Diana as physically possible.

Okay. Maybe not heavier after all.

With only around four inches on the Italian, Diana couldn't be blamed for suspecting the weight difference was somewhat only marginally different aswell. But now with Bubbles off her feet, she would have slapped herself for missing the obvious; that Bubbles wasn't simply bigger because of natural curves or height. The figure carried all the signs of someone who spent the majority of their time hitting the weights, and as the obvious stated, muscle weighed a hell of a lot more than fat.

Feeling that her outrageous display of power would soon come to an end, the Italian was immensely relieved to find the mighty thighs that had previously teased her wrap around her, stabilising that great weight upon the Italian's core rather than let it dangle back. Still, Diana knew lifting such a figure for a lengthy time was nigh impossible. But she'd be damned if she was going to waste such a moment.

"For the record...you'd be my little spoon too..." Only just managing to force the words through bared teeth, Diana's figure found itself struggling somewhat sooner than she expected. The strain of carrying such a figure was great. The strain on Diana from that arousing tearing of her neck was even greater, as her legs began to visibly quiver.

For the moment, her mind forced her body to continue, simply because of the impeccable feeling of controlling such dense curves in such a dominant manner, whilst having them wrapped around her. But with 240 pounds in her arms, the mind could only push the body so much.

Mariah had been making it a point to give the two titillating titans some space, but now she made to the edge of the ring, wanting to give them as wide a berth as possible. While she was a manager now, she’d been a wrestler herself in a previous life, and she knew when a trainwreck was coming her way.

If Bubbles had any such worries, though, she didn’t show them. As surprised and impressed as she was by the display, it wasn’t going to stop her from finishing her meal. She just hoped Diana didn’t break something through all this. Would put a serious damper on the mood.

”Promises, promises.” She purred into Diana’s ear, before bringing her kisses towards the Amazon’s face. Nose, chin, cheeks, she caressed them all with her lips, but she noticeably never went for the obvious target. No real kiss. A clear tease. She was curious to see if her new favorite squeeze toy would take the bait.

Until she did, though, Bubbles would happily keep herself occupied, as she clamped down on Diana’s fine form with renewed vigor, bringing in a crushing force. How much could this woman take?

Mariah's increased space from the duo hadn't gone unnoticed by the Italian, even with immense focus being required simply to hold Bubbles off her feet. Nigh every move or adjustment the two had made to each other had earned a verbal response from the giants wife, which in turn often earned a wink or comment from the raven haired beauty. But now, she had completely backed off, and opted to keep silent. Perhaps through fear of what was about to happen, given both figures were becoming increasingly vigorous with one another. Perhaps to gain a better angle of view.

Or perhaps both.

And again, Diana was not so focused in the moment as to miss what Bubbles was doing. She never thought to correct the giant, never reaching into finally lock lips. She had no idea how the marriage of her and Mariah worked, and couldn't even comprehend whether the two had strict rules in place when playing with another. Diana was simply happy to roll with the punches. Or in a moment, the squeezes.

"Ghhh..." Moaning both in the heat and the pain, Diana's form could continue the task of hoisting Bubbles up no longer, as the giant now adopted the role of over-eager Koala bear. Sliding those thick thighs from her own, Diana would put the blonde back upon her feet, before leaning against her, with that intense and firm grip still in place.

"Fine...middle spoon..." A sly whisper filled with implications left Diana's lips, as she gazed up into the eyes of the taller figure holding her firm.

And, alas, all good things must come to an end. Bubbles thoroughly enjoyed being carried around like a child, but there was simply no way that experience was ever going to last for any real amount of time. Diana was an incredibly strong woman, maybe the strongest for her size that she had ever encountered, but she was still human underneath those muscles and that salacious smile.

Down she went, though not in an ungraceful way. Bubbles’ planted her feet to the floor as they dropped, giving Diana someone to lean on with her weary form. The giantess’ arms wrapped around her as they went, cradling her close, letting her look into those dark eyes with her own gleaming pair.

It was a tender moment. Almost sweet. Bubbles knew just what to do with it.

”I’m going to put you to sleep, now.” She whispered, as if she were sharing some scandalous secret. ”Just accept it, because I’m going to make sure you love what happens when you wake up.”

With those cryptic words, Bubbles reached up and pulled Diana’s head down, bringing deep into the cleft of her chest and attempting to hold her there with a loving, but firm grip. Enveloping her in a world of warmth and love...but no air.

Diana's moment of pure power may have been over, but it certainly wouldn't be the last with this figure. Maybe the last in the match mind, if Bubbles refused to relent and allow the Italian space to breath. But it wouldn't be the last time Diana tried to assert that she was the bigger woman.

Metaphorically, of course.

Slumping in her arms for but a moment, cheek nestling in that firm yet comforting flesh just above Bubble's bosom, a deep inhale from the Italian would fill Diana's lungs with the sweet smell of the giant's aroma, along with the sweat already spilt in the encounter thus far.

"..Okay..." Words muttered in a hush tone, as perhaps for the first time in her career, Diana was seemingly willing to accept defeat. Her voice carried the lie of course, as it was only a taste of Bubble's bosom the Italian sought, not exactly intending to be brought about her end here and now.

Even with the promise of reward after.

Cheeks now deep in that great cleavage, Diana would not be a willing prisoner, even before she truly began to attempt her escape. Hands caressing those hips as a means to grip, the Italian jostled and nuzzled her cheeks in hard against that great bosom, creating motion where Bubble's powerful biceps weren't restricting.

And whilst she didn't expect Bubble's to outright release the Italian for it, Diana's tongue now extending to taste that thick bosom flesh certainly wouldn't be a feeling to be ignored.

A good, solid breast smother. It had been a while since Bubbles enjoyed the sensation.

Well, she supposed that wasn’t strictly true, she and Mariah did this all time. Not so much with the knocking out, but her chest was a favorite pillow of her wife’s, and she’d often slip over there while they rolled about in their sleep.

But it had been a good little bit since she’d had the opportunity to smother out an opponent with her two greatest assets, and she was relishing the opportunity, now. Diana had the perfect face for smothering, too. Not too large. Smooth. Good skin. Long hair that was perfect for gripping.

It was meant to be.

Bubbles’ pulled her in, deeper into the cleft, solidifying the hold and working against any struggles. She didn’t mind if Diana fought, particularly if she was going to do so by rubbing against her. But if she put up too much of a fight, she wanted to make sure that her full strength was brought to bear, and the difference between them was shown. Diana was a strong, powerful woman, but Bubbles reckoned she was moreso. She was willing to prove it.

The sudden spar the Italian had found herself in was providing Diana with many a firsts in her way of sexual sparring. This had been the first time she had willingly gave herself to a foe. The first time she had willingly placed her way in front of their assault. And namely, the first time she had allowed her foe to lock her smooth cheeks in between their bosom.

And she was hardly regretting any of them

Especially the latter.

Feeling herself for a moment give into the soft, chesty embrace of Bubbles, Diana wouldn't even bother to respond initially even after the giant upped her strength. The pain in her skull, the crushing pressure to be exact, was still hardly con enough to make the smother more painful than it was enjoyable. For a moment, it seemed the Italian was more than happy to have the encounter end here and now, with a unconscious Italian frame deeming a win for Bubbles. It wasn't as if the outcome mattered after all, there was most certainly a chance of fun to be hand after.

But then, a thought occurred, one that had already sprung up in the mind of the Italian, but now found itself more relevant.

There was no better way to enjoy a prize, than after giving a performance deem-able as 'earning' it.

Figure tensing only a touch, the issue of her foes monumental power baring down on her skull still very much a reality, Diana opted not to fight directly with such a strength. Rather, she'd respond much more simply. Hooking her right leg around and under the crook of Bubble's knee, she'd simply lean as much as she could into her smother.

Ideally, bringing the giant down to her back. With the Italian on top.

Likely still face in chest, of course.

”You are getting sleepy. Very sleepy.”

Bubbles and Mariah exchanged some giggles as the smothering continued, enjoying the shared experienced as their potential plaything made her way towards Dreamland. Diana would hardly by the first woman to take a nap ‘between the twin peaks’, as Mariah liked to call them. In fact, it was one of Bubbles’ favorite ways of dealing with an opponent when the opportunity arose. So much so that there was once a year in Slamazon when she’d gone on a bit of a streak with the move, and was using it like a finisher. The ‘MammerLock’, as her fans had dubbed it.

Bubbles was one of the few women in wrestling who could turn a breast smother into something more than a kinky transition move. She could and would put women to sleep with it, a fact that Diana would likely attest to. If she could speak. If her mouth wasn’t currently full of tit.

Diana was lasting longer than most women did, that much had to be given to her, and Bubbles was considering throwing in a little something extra to help her along. She normally wasn’t too impatient with this sort of thing, but the idea of having this Amazon to themselves was beginning to get her hot in all the right places.

Maybe it was making her careless. Maybe Diana was just that good. Either way, the Italian’s trip-up worked like a charm, sending the two tangled beauties to the floor with such speed that Mariah barely had time to leap out of the way. As much as she wanted to be in the middle of that mess, she didn’t want to be on the bottom.

For now, it was just the two titanesses rolling about, with Bubbles redoubling her efforts now that they were on the floor. Her grin widened, sneaking into crocked territory, as she attempted to bury Diana’s face between the cliffs. ”Nice try, but it might be a too-little/too-late kind of deal.”

A small part of the fighter in Diana wanted the hold to weaken; so that the Italian could actually be given a moment of easy breath, and whatsmore be allowed space to act herself.

The greater part of her expected Bubbles to react as she did, not only borderline crushing her skull into her thick bosom, but barely flinching from being forced upon her back. Not that she was complaining, mind. The more effort Bubbles seemed willing to impart, the more Diana was willing to return with. She couldn't overpower the giant, but there was obviously more than one way to tame a beast.

And as for the lewder, gentler part of Diana which had been making sporadic appearances throughout the encounter? Her opinion on the resumed smother was somewhat obvious.

Vision now going somewhat hazy, Diana knew that escape was a now-or-never affair, her thoughts contrary to words that reached her in muffled fashion given her chest-covered ears. Bringing her arms slowly up the side and hips of her capture, unable to resist yet another soft touch upon that flesh, Diana would soon bring her own fingers to the hands that bound her.

Considering attempting to meaninglessness pull upon the general grip of Bubbles to be the definition of pointless, Diana instead latched a hand each onto a single digit on either hand. Using small joint manipulation, the Italian would pull back at whichever finger, or even thumb she managed to latch onto, in an effort to ease the grip, and finally find the air she sought.

Even then, Diana couldn't help but feel some sense of guilt at the suddenly serious, and arguably cheap method of response she was forced to return with. Not that she wouldn't be making efforts to apologise, mind.