Round Girls of the Squared Circle Photo Shoot!

Tally looked at Kameyo's glistening body as it crashed tot he ground like a beaching whale. Kameyo was a woman of impressive girth and the make up crew had cast their magic spell to really make her look pretty. However, now they were betraying her. As her outfit began to tear and her hair became disheveled, she looked like a doll who had been thoroughly played with and discarded. it was perfect. Even better was that Tally could see the confusion and hesitation in Kameyo's eyes. She was like a wounded doe who caught the distant howl of a coyote carried in the breeze. It was perfect!

Tally stepped in front of Kameyo when she began to crawl towards the ropes. 'You're doing great, Kameyo." She said with a bright smile. "Now that you're down on the canvas, we have to take advantage of it. Go head and stay down and We'll see if our big, beautiful bodies can't pull off something really sexy, ok?" Tally's tone was sweet, encouraging and professional. Everything that her actions weren't. By the end of this shoot, Tally was going to humiliate Kameyo and the girl was going to thank her for it. How delicious!

"Ok, boys." Tally said as she leaned against Kameyo. "Do you think the two of us could pull off a camel clutch? I'm willing to try if you are!" She said to the crew and not to Kameyo. They did seem eager to see the two plumps try and pull off the sexy maneuver.

Tally crawled onto Kameyo and straddled her. "Ok, Kameyo. Swing those beefy arms back up here so i can grab onto them." She said, kicking a heel into Kameyo's side like she was spurring a horse.

Kameyo, her hair hanging in wild strands across her face, looked up at Tally's looming figure as she stood in front of her and offered words of encouragement. The heavy Japanese girl didn't know what to think anymore - one moment Tally was offering encouragement and advise, the next she seemed to be taking vicious pleasure from inflicting suffering on here. All she could do was blink and nod her head mutely, simply having to accept what would come - one way or another, she was expected to finish the photo shoot. She wished that she had accepted Suzu's offer for her sister to hang around, but perhaps that would have simply made matters worse, and she didn't want to cause any more trouble.

Kameyo's scattered thoughts were interrupted as Tally climbed on top of her back, making her groan softly as she felt the extra weight press her stomach even flatter against the canvas, the marshmallow mass of her belly mushrooming around her as she huffed and puffed, lifting her arms over to bring them over Tally's knees, the model's heel prodding into her flabby side to prompt her to respond faster. It felt very uncomfortable, her large body ill-equipped to bend quite so much, but with a little effort, her fleshy arms were hanging over the soft thighs of her opponent... no, her modelling partner, she had to correct herself mentally, although the two were becoming hard to tell apart.

Tally grunted and strained as she wedged ger way forward, planting her beefy thighs on either side of Kameyo's head, hardly enough room between both girl's bulk. Tally grabbed onto Kameyo's arms and pulled them back so she could pint hem underneath her own rolls of fat. She then leaned forward and her large breasts spilled onto Kameyo's head as she bent over. She huffed and puffed from the exertion of crunching up her bulk but strained as she was, she was still able to wrap her chubby fingers around kameyo's chin.

"Hnnnngggh!"

Tally pulled hard, yanking Kameyo backwards into her bulk. The American's pillowy thighs incasing thickly against Kameyo's head as the bnlonde trusses mashed up against Tally's crotch. She had red cheeks from both straing and embarrassment but she knew Kameyo was getting the worst of it. Tally even hoped that she could pull Kameyo back enough to expose some of that spilling cleavage the blonde had thanks to her ripping top.

Kameyo's eyes bulged wide as, with a great deal of effort, Tally locked her into the camel clutch, her mouth open in a silent scream of pain. The pressure the bigger woman was being put under was like nothing else Kameyo had felt, her upper body arched and forced up gradually, her spilling cleavage being revealed as the cameras snapped away. She kicked her heels on the canvas in a slow drumbeat of pain, choking back the urge to cry out in agony, trying her damnedest to remain professional even under such torturous circumstances. Her cheeks grew a fierce red, sweat beading on her as her vast body strained with the effort of keeping her upper body from simply flopping forward, eyes bright with barely restrained tears. The cameramen watched on with mixed feelings - as much as it seemed like things were getting out of hand, none could dispute the shots they were getting were incredible, capturing the real intensity of a live match and the sheer amazonian presence of two such huge women going at it.

"Ugh....ah.....muh...." Kameyo couldn't even manage to form enough words to try and get Tally to ease up, her best efforts coming out as pained whimpering. Her fingers shook as she tried to tap against Tally's thigh, a signal of submission that she could only hope the model would understand.

Tally felt her thigh jiggle as Kameyo tapped it. She leaned back just a little further to emphasize her point before letting go all at once to let Kameyo flop to the floor. Tally slid off of Kameyo and stood up, pressing her hand against her chest. She then started giggling and posed, flexing her flabby arms for the camera as she lifted up one leg and set it back on Kameyo's wide back.

"Looks like I win!" She teased, flashing pouty looks and strong smiles at the camera. Once the photographers were done snapping away, Tally slid off of kameyo and looked down at her. "Hmmm, a submission victory is nice but I'm sure that they'll want to get a shot of a pinfall too!" She said. Suddenly, Tally grabbed at Kamyo's suit and yanked, using it to try and roll Kameyo onto her back, knowing full well how precarious the material already was.

As the hold was released, Kameyo's heavy body flopped gratefully to the floor, face down and taking in deep, shuddering breaths. Her shaking arms struggled to push herself up off the ground, but her strength failed her and she slid back down into a heap on the floor, a mess of tangled hair and sweating flesh. The canvas felt cool against her cheek, and she wanted nothing more than to just lay there for a little while to collect herself, but it was not to be. Tally was already posing over her like she'd brought down some big game during a safari, but she wasn't done with her fellow model, taking a hold of her suit and heaving on it in an effort to roll her over.

Kameyo's bulk made the effort a herculean one, had the big woman offered any resistance, but she didn't struggle as her huge body was slowly rolled from her stomach, rumbling over onto her back with a heavy thud, her vast dome-like belly wobbling at the motion. The split in the gauzy section of her suit had ripped further, but thankfully down rather than up, and a pale strip of belly all the way to the navel was exposed, shiny with sweat as her breasts swayed and jiggled with each heavy breath, threatening to expose themselves. Kameyo made no movement to do so - she felt beaten, like she had during her debut match. She knew she was going to be made to look like she'd lost of course, that was the whole point, but this felt more like Tally had taken something from her and was rubbing her face in it, and once again that uncertain, unknown feeling bubbled inside of her as she let it happen...

Once Tally rolled Kameyo over, she looked at the fallen fatty and grinned. Kameyo looked an absolute mess. Tally was glad too. Tally would look great. She'd look like a champion. With Kameyo on her back, Tally clapped her hands. She reached out and curled her chubby fingers around the ripped part of Kameyo's outfit.

"Ok, Kameyo.' She said. "Now's the time when models separate themselves. Are you ready? We're going for the money shots now!" Tally looked at Kameyo. "So, do you have what it takes?" She said. "To be beautiful?" Without hesitation, Tally yanked as hard as she could to try and make Kameyo's goods spill out of her outfit for all the flashing cameras to catch.

The light fabric, already torn, barely offered a hint of resistance as Tally yanked on it hard, completing the long rip and pulling the now separate flaps of the white leotard apart like she was peeling it off of Kameyo. Unrestrained now, Kameyo's breasts bounced into full view, the round mounds wobbling as the cameras flashed and snapped in a frenzy, the huge woman's upper body now laid bare for them to capture in its vast, shimmering glory.

Kameyo felt like she was watching it all in a dream. It felt unreal to her, like some dream she would wake up from at any moment, but she knew it was just her reeling thoughts trying to fool itself. She was awake, and this was real - soon, her bared body would be in magazines across the world, with Tally smugly lauding it over her. Her lips gave a tremble as her cheeks rose from tinted pink to a humiliated shade of red, and what made it all the more embarrassing to be so exposed was the arousal behind it - her hardened nipples betrayed her state of unwarranted excitement at the thought of being left in such a state, and the whine that rose in her throat that she'd intended to be of distress held with it a deeper undertone.

Tally released the shredded garment as she watched Kameyo's orbs spill from their scant prison. She watched eagerly, almost licking her lips. She had her eyes on Kameyo's mounds and her own cheeks were rosy. Her loins tinged with desire that she suppressed deep within her.

While she was hungrily looking over Kameyo, a fake referee girl slid in. Tally snapped back in and took Kameyo's beefy leg and hoisted it up. She then pushed her body like a rolling pin over Kameyo's chubby form and curled her arms around Kameyo's leg while the "referee" got into a counting position with her arm up and held firmly in place.

Tally raised her other hand up in the air with her index finger pointing straight up like she was counting along with the referee.

Kameyo's belly bulged around Tally as the plump woman rested her body on the soft, blubbery mass of it, raising one of the larger woman's legs into the air with a hooked arm while the other counted along with the "referee's" exaggerated motions, making sure each slap on the canvas would be captured by the cameras. Through it all, Kameyo meekly offered no struggle, paralyzed by her exposure and her conflicting emotions on how she felt about being treated so. Her eyes, unfocused and a little glassy, gazed towards the cameras, her vision of them upside down, as she saw several of them focus on her face. She imagined that they wanted to capture her expression; lost, broken and defeated beneath Tally. A fresh wave of humiliated blushing threatened to erupt across her face, but it seemed pointless now - all Kameyo could hold onto was the fact that the shoot would have to end at some point, and she could stop feeling at once so pathetically used and so horribly aroused by it all.

With a loud slap, the third count came down, although there was no bell to accompany it, nor the cheer or jeer of an audience. Kameyo gave a little sigh, part relief and part an exhalation of the tension within her. There couldn't be much longer before they called it a day, and she could go back home to hide from what had just happened to her...