Round 2: Kokona Kumashiro vs Gogo Puffs

Gogo's kick up was insufficient to grasp Koko's head given that it was so far up her body, but having kicked with all her remaining energy she did in fact cause Koko to fall back off of Gogo's body and land chest down on the mat. "Oww," groaned Koko staring up as her formidable opponent escaped. She hefted herself back up on her hands and knees wanting to follow up her attack before Gogo could clear her head.

Yes! Free at last! No more face-to-breast abuse!

Though free, Gogo knew that her little maneuver would never be enough to keep her enemy at bay not even for a moment. Quickly, Gogo rolled to her feet and would turn around to meet Koko, aiming to ram her shoulder into her enemy and intercept her advances.

Kokona was slightly startled when Gogo met her shoulder to shoulder like a football player (or to her mind, sumo wrestlers). She knew exactly what to do now! She reached down to grab Gogo's outfit for traction only to feel her hands on Gogo's bare butt. Oh, right, Gogo hardly had an outfit. Well, her ass was pudgy enough that as the sumo gave it a squeeze she got some good grip.

Koko began to try to manipulate her opponent into a better position to roll her over onto her stomach again, but not yet. She was gonna have to get some steam before tossing an opponent this big.

Wow, Koko was built like a unmovable mountain. Gogo figured that out just when she had rammed herself into her only to find Koko grappling her instead of falling.
Following suit, Gogo clasped her arms around Koko's waist, then she would attempt to maintain her center of gravity and balance.

Kokona wasn't having trouble managing Gogo's advances but with the two big girls hanging onto each they were stuck like in a vat of molasses. Kokona leaned right for a second going slightly off balance so she could get a nice big shove to topple Gogo onto her back. If Gogo held on too tight though the sumo was likely to find herself right on top of the pudgy blond.

Just what Gogo needed. A few moments trapped against a fat, tub of lard sumo. Gogo ould barley breath with all of her fat getting into her face. Suddenly, Gogo felt the slight shift in momentum and realized that Koko was probably planning to send Gogo flying on her ass.
Thinking quick, Gogo would try to keep on foot on the ground while hanging onto her opponent. Then, before Koko makes her big shove, she would twist her hips and aim to switch sides so that Gogo would fall ontop of Koko....if it worked.
Still...it's a big IF.

As the came down, the pair went into a half roll that ended with Gogo atop her sumo opponent. It was really the sort of move Kokona should have been ready for but she was too off balance to do anything about against such a weighty opponent.

Still Kokona's instincts proved themselves less than useless as her arms were still wrapped around the girl pinning her biceps to her sides as she held onto the girl's butt. Just the right position for another brutal bear hug! Kokona grinned eagerly as she contracted the girl's massive form in her powerful grip, once again pouring crushing force into her spine.

Kokona shifted a bit hitching Gogo's body downward to maximize the pressure she could output in her hug. Inadvertently, doing so left the shorter Gogo face to 'face' with her old nemesis, Koko's huge chest.

Gogo thought that putting herself ontop would be a good idea, strategically, but she never counted on Koko to have such an affinty with holding her so close, especially how it's been a few good minutes in and the sumo STILL hasn't let go of her ass.

"Hey! What gi--Nnnnggh!"

The pressure from Koko's squeeze turns Gogo's unfinshed question into a painful groan. She arches her back and finds herself gritting her teeth once more. With one eye closed and a bead of sweat falling from her hairline, Gogo's survival now depends on holding onto her precious oxygen.

"Git....your hands---uuhhnn...offa my ass already!!!!"

At this point, Gogo would try to wriggle to and fro, testing how tightly the sumo probably has her cluth on, all while keeping her head raised as to avoid coming face to face with Koko's breasts.

Regretably for Gogo how tight the sumo was gripping her was, hella tight. Not only was this the Japanese girl's very favorite move, while lying in her back she didn't even have to expend the energy to hold her up. Sure it was a little less effective without gravity pulling on the girl's back but with Koko's amazing bicep strength and the way Gogo was groaning in pain it didn't seem the girl had noticed the difference.

The blonde's uncomfortable wiggling in her grip only confirmed to the sumo that Gogo was in trouble causing her to redouble her grip. Her firm arms sunk further into Gogo's flab, her fingers squishing dat ass even more.

Gogo seemed to be protesting the way the mountainous girl was gripping her. But, that was just how a sumo was supposed to do a bear hug, thought Kokona. She had to hold her hands close to where the girl's waistband would be, right? Well, Gogo didn't have a waistband really, but that gave Kokona another sumo oriented idea. She slipped her right thumb under the back strap of Gogo's suit and with a firm pull delivered one of her patented sumo wedgies to the trapped girl.

There was virtually no way for Gogo to escape, and keeping her head out of Koko's breasts wasn't doing much to help. As soon as the thin piece of cloth knifed itself up against the darker flesh buried in between her cheeks, Gogo held her breath and bit her bottom lip so hard until she could almost taste her own blood.
Who knew that poor little Gogo's colon would be extra sensitive?
Then, past all the pain and grunts, a slight amount of pressure built up inside of Gogo's stomache. Soon, the pressure would only get worse, causing her belly to inflate just a little bit. Then, without warning....

She blew.

"Pffffffffbbbt!"

The sound came out louder than Gogo expected. Not only that, but it sure stunk up the place as well! A sudden surge of red appeared on her face; both from the pressure you put on her and from the embarrassment.

One should hope that there wasn't a mess that had to be cleaned.