Round Girls of the Squared Circle Photo Shoot!

Once the "referee" hit the three count, Tally slid off of Kameyo. She puffed out her chest and the ref came over and held her hand up. The camera crew snapped away for a few seconds and then Tally once again showed her dominance as she lifted up her beefy leg and planted it right on Kameyo's exposed breast. She ground her foot into the squishy orb, licking her lips as she felt the marshmallowy flesh spread around her foot and even felt the tickle of Kameyo's rock hard nipple against her foot.

"Ha! This bitch is actually getting off on it!" Tally thought. "Well, let it never be said that I don't aim to please.

After a few more snaps of the cameras, Tally pulled her foot slowly off of kameyo. She then looked down and grinned. "Ok, Kameyo. You did great! One last thing and we can call this a wrap!"

Tally pivoted on her legs bent over, showing her plump rump to Kameyo. "Since I'm the victor, it's only right for me to have you concede that I am the better woman." She paused. "For purposes of this photoshoot." She said, partially correcting herself. "What better way to end it than with the greatest end? My beautiful rump! So..." She said almost innocently.

"Go ahead and kiss it."

Kameyo waited as Tally took her time standing over her, trying to pretend like it was happening to someone else so she could distance herself from what was being done to her, but with every slight jiggle or grind of Tally's heel against her erect nipple it would drag her right back into the moment with a stifled gasp or moan, adding heat to the unwanted fire she felt building inside of her. After what felt like hours to her, but really couldn't have been more than a few minutes of posing, the foot was lifted, and Kameyo took it as a sign that she could rise as she rolled over onto her stomach, mashing her breasts to the canvas to hide her shameful arousal, her face beet red.

But it wasn't over. Kameyo looked up to see the plush round dome of Tally's ass, and heard that final request that seemed so innocent by how she phrased it. Was it even a request? It felt more like a demand by the way Tally was already bent over ready to receive Kameyo's lips to her tubby ass. The cameramen still had their equipment, the lightning was still on, and no one was making out like it was going to end until Kameyo did something. She considered her words carefully, a polite but firm refusal - she'd had enough, she wasn't comfortable with what had just happened, and she certainly wasn't going to...

"H-hai, Tally-sama," was all she could manage in a meek little voice, her head bowing. She couldn't kid herself into thinking she could stand up to Tally. People like her, strong and confident, the kind who could just go out and take what they wanted, had always awed her and left her completely unable to refuse them. Kandi was like that, but Kandi was kind and gentle with her and she knew how weak Kameyo felt at times, which made the efforts she went to in supporting her all the more meaningful. Mia Tally Bryant had none of that kindness to her, for all the pleasant words she used, and Kameyo knew that now, far too late to do anything about it. All she could do was struggle to bring herself to her knees, gently reaching out to clasp Tally's offered buttocks with both hands, and brought her lips to them, her eyes screwed shut.

Tally practically cackled with delight when she felt Kameyo's soft lips on her face. This girl hadn't even put up any sort of fight. She just went a long with it. She HAD to have liked it. What a disgusting girl! Tally's thoughts were bubbling inside of her too but she suppressed everything but the deep blush on her face.

Still, she did like it enough to relish more than just a simple peck. As Kameyo leaned forward, Tally pushed back, enveloping Kameyo's lips. Soon she began to grind. 'There you go." She said, her voice dripping with sadism. "Kiss it!" She almost growled. She reached back and reached for Kameyo's hair to try and hold her in place.

"Kiss my ass! And don't forget that around here, I'm the best! You got that!? You might be bigger, but I'm better! No rookie, no no talent hack is going to come in here and challenge me!" Tally was clearly no longer holding any pretenses as she was trying to force Kameyo's face between her cheeks roughly.

While some of the camera crew began to protest, some of them still clicked away. Tally had a deep scowl and a blush on her face. "You probably like this anyway! Don't think I haven't noticed! You've been trying to rub up against me since our match! Well, this is the closest you're ever going to get to my lady bits you disgusting freak!"

Kameyo's face was engulfed as Tally leant her considerable ass into her face, the plush cheeks smothering her as the model grabbed a handful of that honey blonde hair, no longer sleek after its rough treatment, yanking on it to drive her deeper still. The round ass of her sadistic rival hid the tears that were welling in her eyes, but it didn't stop the scolding words Tally lashed her with from stinging. She could hear people calling for her to stop, that she'd done enough and they had all the material they needed, but she could also hear the sound of several cameras still clicking away. The idea that these shots might make it into the set was enough to break a sob from her chest, but the sound was muffled under the pillowy mound of Tally's ass.

"Ms. Bryant, that is quite enough!" Kameyo heard the director saying, "The set is concluded and we have all the material we could need, so if you would kindly let Ms. Oshiro go, we can start to compile the shots to narrow down the ones we intend to use for the publication."

"Hmph!"

Tally said when the director asked her to stop. She stood up and let Kameyo drop. She walked away without taking another look back at the fallen fatty. She should be done with that girl and her silly notions now, that was for sure.

Kameyo dropped gratefully to the canvas, keeping her face down on the ground as her hair fall across it, hiding her sobs as she heard Tally leaving, dismissing her victim entirely. The bustle of the crew went on around her as people went about their various tasks, the heat of the spot lamps fading as they shut off, and the sounds of activity slowly ebbed away, leaving only a few people behind to take down rigging and pack away the various pieces of equipment. Kameyo didn't move through all of it, staying face down, not daring to move and not certain what would happen if she did. She stayed like that for what felt like a long time, lost in her own thoughts, until she heard someone slip between the ropes and move towards her. She cringed despite herself, knowing that from the lighter footsteps it wasn't going to be Tally, but unable to help the nervous reaction in her vulnerable state. The unknown figure reached her, and Kameyo felt something being draped over her, light and silky - her robe from before.

She looked up, eyes wet and cheeks puffy and pink, and saw the kindly face of the woman who had taken her skin tone tests during her makeup. The woman had a sad expression on her face as she knelt down, offering Kameyo a hand. With a sniffle, the large woman accepted, although it was still mostly on her to get to her feet - while the gesture was appreciated, if she'd leant any weight on the poor woman she'd have likely just dragged her down to the canvas with her. Kameyo slipped the robe around herself, cinching it around the belt and drawing it as close around her bared chest as she could.

"Thank you," she said in English to the woman, who waved a dismissive hand. "Think nothing of it," she said with a warm smile, "I think we should get you to the changing rooms. You must be ready to put this day behind you."

Kameyo gave a mute nod, although she knew that she had a lot to think about...