So, this is an art collab between me and FatClubInc. (his art is AWESOME btw). I recently had found a love for bigger girls, as well as skinny girls, and his art help open my eyes toward the beauty of BBW amazons

He will be doing an art piece of this story here; www.deviantart.com/art/Ticklin…

If you're a fan of domination, stuffing, BBWs, and/ or wrestling, you HAVE to see his artwork, he has become one of my favorite artists.

So, this will contain a LOUD of fetishes, such as; Tickling, humiliation, domination, BBW, smothering, wrestling, cat fighting, wedgies, navel play, belly play, and spanking.

If you do not wish to read about these fetishes, save yourself some time and move on.

The two characters will be modeled off of real people,

Violet will be based off of Alison Carroll; www.1zoom.net/big2/18/126479-a…

And

Trixie will be based off of Amazon Amanda; pbs.twimg.com/media/BSQZHRfCMA…

The tapping of the mat echoed throughout the room, Violet released her leg lock from her opponent's head.

"Very good Violet!" Her instructor said, helping her exhausted opponent up.

Violet wipped her forehead and started downing her water. Violet had join an all-female wrestling class at her local gym to relive the stress from her office job, she had moved from to the United States to get the job, but after two years she still had the thick, sexy British accent.

She quickly found her love for the sport, and rose through the ranks of her class, becoming the greatest fighter her gym had ever seen in a matter of weeks.

"Well class, that's it for today, remember, everyone has their weakness." The instructor said, before checking her schedule.

The students started to shuffle out of the room one by one, while Violet stayed back to wipe the sweat from her body, Violet found that wearing shorts and a black sports bra made the sweat cover all her skin.

Just as violet was about to leave, she felt her instructor grab her arm.

"One second Violet, I need to tell you something." The instructor said.

"Yes?" Violet asked.

"You're doing excellent in my class," the instructor began to say, rummaging through her bag, "you are by far the best student I've taught."

Violet chuckled at the compliment, "I guess it's just beginner’s luck."

"What you have isn't luck Violet, its skill." The instructor pulled out a business card and handed it to Violet, "Have you ever thought about going pro?"

Violet chuckled, "Look, I work at an office; this is just a hobby to blow off some steam."

"A hobby that could turn into a profession, just think about it, okay?"

Violet headed home, after a shower she checked over her schedule and saw she had Thursday and Friday off, Violet decided that she would call the number on the card, just to see how legitimate this organization was.

The phone ring twice and somebody picked up on the other end.

"Hello, this is A.B.W.E, the world's largest female only fight federation, my name is
Alyssa, how can I help you?" The voice was on a woman, it was calming, relaxing, almost like an ASMR video, Violet felt her scalp tingle from the soothing voice.

"Hi, my instructor gave me your card, and I was wondering what this whole thing was." Violet felt a bit calmer about this whole thing knowing how prestigious this place sounded.


"Well we have many facilities around the world, and each facility has several fighters that are sponsored by us. Women call in wanting to take on our fighters, they are paid a large sum of money is they can beat our fighters. But, if you decide to take on one of our cover fighters, you are paid simply for participating, regardless whether they win or lose, but those fights have strange rules that our fighters choose, this is the most popular amongst our audience."

Violet was surprised, getting paid simply for being in the right, that sounded amazing!

"Your... 'cover girls', what will the fights be like?"

"Well the each of the fights will be in a ring, like the wrestling ones on TV, the rules of the match are decided by our fighter, no referee, just a pure brawl, but nothing to physically painful or permanent." The woman assured Violet.

"Okay, well I had Thursday and Friday off this week, as well as the weekend, will there be any fights then?" Violet asked, getting conferrable on her couch.

"Well we prefer the fights to be on Friday nights, that's when the most people show up."

"Then I'll take the one with cover girl that night." Violet said excitedly.

"Well... that's the thing, our most famous cover girl hasn't lost a match, and she has a... strange set of rules. The online crowd loves her, we live stream these fights online, and she brings the most viewers than any of our other fighters. I personally don't understand why, maybe it's because her fighting style is... unique." The voice sounded nervous, almost afraid to give away to much information.

Violet was confused, but she wasn't worried about losing, most of the fighters that went up probably were not as experienced as she was, and whatever fighting style this fighter had, she was sure she could overcome it. And plus, even if she lost, she'd still make money.

"I'm just fine with that," Violet said, trying to sound confident, "what are her rules?"

"Well..." The voice was clearly uncomfortable taking about this, "Her rules are the main reason people back down from fighter her. She has a few rules, no punching, no kicking, just wrestling."

Violet had no problem with that rule, "Okay, is that it?" Violet asked.

"No, and these two rules are usually why people shy away from her. Everyone, including herself, that is participating in the fight have to wear bikinis, and the last rules is, no tap outs, the match is only over when one of the fighters thinks the other one has had enough, and the losing fighter agrees."

"Why bikinis?" Violet asked, taken a-back.

"She says it makes the fights more entertaining and... pleasurable."

Violet wasn't stupid, she knew what the other fighter wanted out of her, and Violet wasn't about to make herself a sex-toy for the other fighter.

But something told Violet to agree, she wanted the money, and she thought that if she won, it would make her look like she was good enough to beat her opponent at her own game.

"... Hello?" The voice on the other line asked.

"I'll do it." Violet said.

"R-really.... are you sure about this?" The voice asked, almost concerned for Violet's well being.

"I'm sure, Friday night, I'll be there." Violet hung up, a feeling of confidence shrouded her body, she was determined to show to other fighter just who she was, and that she wasn't going to submit to her sick fantasies.

Friday night rolled around unbelievably fast; Violet had just gotten off work and was picking her attire for the event.

Violet wore casual clothes, but brought her favorite black bikini in a bag, the bikini had a push up top, making her cleavage an even greater sight to behold, plus the top was tight, so nothing would slip out during the fight.

Violet typed the address on the business card into her GPS, she followed the directions to the dot and reached a plain square building made of brick, pained over with a thick layer of paint.

The building might have been cheaper, but it was large, and near a very rich neighborhood, leading Violet to believe that the whole company was the idea of a very wealthy woman with a sick pleasure of watching scandal-clad girls fight for her money.

Violet walked into the building with a small billboard on top advertising the cooperation.

The outside of the building might have been mediocre, but the inside was where it shinned.

The center of the building was a very big professional wrestling ring, with ropes and a logo in the middle, surrounded by cheap metal folding chairs.

The rest of the building had some snack and drink vendors, some workout gear, desks where women where working, and wrestling mats where some beautiful women, most likely their cover girls, where practicing their wrestling moves.

But the one thing that REALLY stood out was a massive obese woman, at least six feet tall, with flowing reddish- brownish hair reaching her shoulders sitting at a metal bench eating a chocolate cake.

And not eating it piece by piece, she had a fork in her hand, and was eating the whole cake by herself like it was a grapefruit.

"Excuse me?" Violet heard the voice from the phone say. The voice came from a short girl, probably in high school or a freshman in college, most likely an intern for this place.

She had short, smooth blonde hair that didn't pass her chin, thick glasses, and big blue eyes. "You're here to fight our main cover girl, correct?"

Violet nodded, "Yes I am, I have the... 'outfit' in my bag here." Violet motioned her arm, raising the bag a little.

"Great! I'm gonna need to you sign this before you change." The girl handed Violet a clipboard with a waver on it, along with a pen. "It's just protocall, nothing to working about, it just says you know what's going on and that you're doing this willingly."

Violet pressed the pen and signed her name on the line at the bottom.

"Fantastic." The girl said, taking the clipboard before glancing at her watch, "Shot!" She said, "it's almost 7:30, the match is gonna start soon, you don't have time to meet your opponent beforehand, you need to get dressed quickly!"

"Where's the changing room?" Violet asked, trying to match the quick talking of the girl.

The girl pointed to the bathrooms.

Violet quickly headed into the bathroom and changed in her bikini in the stall. Though
Violet hadn’t worn this bikini is months, but it still fit her perfectly.

She began to do some stretches before hearing music coming from the arena. Violet quickly packed up her things and headed to the ring.

Violet saw a whole audience of women, all shapes, colors, ages, and sizes gathering around the arena after flooding into the front door.

The girl from before pulled Violet aside, Violet was surprised how fast this girl found her, leading her to believe she had done this plenty of times before.

"Okay," The girl began, "I know you know the run down, but let me catch you up on a few things, this cover girl is tough, and she loves it when her victims beg and squirm, it gives her sexual pleasure. And the most you fight back, the more she's gonna play with you, just let he win, okay? The entire audience, as well as the cover girl herself, is lesbian, they have this fetish where they get off on that kind of stuff." The girl said, looking seriously into Violet's eyes. "Just be careful, okay?"

"No." Violet said, "I'm not going just let her play with me, I'm gonna fight back, and I'm gonna win!"

Violet walked past the girl, ignoring her warnings.

In the middle of the ring there was a tan blonde haired, blue eyes referee in a skimpy ref outfit holding a microphone.

"Ladies, whose ready for a some action?!" She yelled at the audience, they responded by whistling and cheering.

"Now we've got a show for you tonight, we got a fine young lady that agreed to take on our favorite cover-girl, Trixie!"

The audience roared, Violet started to push her way toward the ring.

The referee saw her, "Oh ladies, you're in for a treat tonight, this girl is quite the looker!"

Violet crawled into the ring  and stood up in the corner of the ring.

When the audience got a look at her, she was bombarded with wolf whistles and cat calls coming from the all-female audience.

"Looking good sweetie!"

"Work it honey, work it!"

"Pixie's gonna get you good!"

Violet awkwardly waved at the audience and smiled. She wasn't used to all these compliments coming from women, men, yes, and she had always blown off their catcalls, but the women cat calls where hard to ignore.

But before the calls died down, Violet heard heavy metal music coming from the speakers on the wall.

"Uh, oh!" The referee said, turning her head toward the changing room doors. "Looks like our sexy new friend is in some big trouble!"

Violet knew it was her opponent, she turned toward to take a look, and her jaw nearly dropped.

It was the massive girl she had seen eating the chocolate cake earlier when she first walked in.

The massive woman was wearing a two piece lingerie bra and panties, Violet had no idea they were made so big.

The woman's massive weight nearly made the ground shake, with each step the woman's massive belly, thighs, and arms wiggled like a water balloon.
The woman had also decided to put on some blood red lipstick, matching her very dark reddish- orange hair.


The audience roar, cheered, screamed, held up signs and cheered; "Trixie! Trixie! Trixie!"
It then hit Violet, she didn't stand a chance, no wonder she was undefeated, she was super human! Trixie was a massive body of fat and muscle, Violet froze in place.

The woman crawled into the ring to the corner opposite Violet while the ref stepped out the ring.

"Oh I'm going to have fun with you!" Trixie said with a wink. "You've quite the sexy little thing, aren't ya?"

Violet was terrified, but before Violet could react, the bell rang.

Trixie started to charge at Violet, Violet stuck out her arms, motioning Trixie to stop.

"Wai- Wai- Wait- OOF!" Trixie's massive belly collided into Violet, sending her to the ground. Trixie's belly alone was big enough to cover  Violet's entire torso.

The crowd went nuts, "OOHHHHH!!!"

Violet stumbled to get up, trying to recover from the massive blow.

"Let me help you out there." Trixie said, grabbing Violet's arm and pulling her in for a bear hug.

Trixie hugged tight, squeezing Violet's slim sexy body into her massive chest and belly.

Violet was surprised by how smooth Trixie's skin was.

Violet's body became engulfed in the massive stomach, like a hand squeezing play-doh.

"Hey! This isn't fair! Let me go!" Violet demanded, kicking violently.
Trixie chuckled, "Ohoho honey, giving up already? We haven't even started the show!"

Trixie hugged tighter.

Trixie began to take uncomfortably loud whiffs of Violet's neck.

"I love your perfume, “Trixie said, moving her hand down Violet's back. "it's very feminine." Trixie's hand reached Violet's bikini bottom, Trixie slipped her hand, groping and squeezing Violet's ripe, bare ass very sexually.

Trixie moved her head in close to Violet's ear and whispered; "Oh, I could just eat you up."

Violet felt Trixie's hand reach around, attempting to grab Violet's right breast.

"And maybe I will."

Violet panicked, she used her heel to push Trixie's back knee forward, causing the massive woman to lose balance, falling back and letting Violet go.

Violet scrambled to get out of the ring, right as she was climbing over the ropes, she felt Trixie's massive right hand grab her ankle, pulling Violet back into the ring, slamming her to the ground, hard.

"That's a bad girl!" Trixie said, flipping Violet onto her stomach and sitting on her back so Trixie was facing Violet's legs.

"And if you're gonna act like a naughty girl, I'm gonna treat you like one." Trixie teased, reaching towards Violet's ass and grabbing the elastic waist band on Violet's hips.

Violet tried to pull away, she feared her vulnerability to this amazon.
Trixie pulled on the back of Violet's bikini bottom as hard as she could.

"RAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!" The pain shot through Violet's ass.

"Oh, not tough enough for a wedgie, huh?" Trixie teased, pulling harder, giving Violet's bikini bottom a good stretching.

"Ahhh! It huuuurrrtttss!!!" Violet pleaded, wiggling her legs around.

"Oh, let your ass jiggle for me? How sweet." Trixie smiled as the crowd roared with applause and cheers. "Now let's get a better view, shall we?"

Trixie pulled harder, stretching Violet's bikini bottom past her massive belly.

"AAAAHHHHH!!!!" Violet's ass was on fire, she had never felt a pain like this before.
Violet's bikini bottom quickly scrunched up, becoming thong like, exposing Violet's ass, with only a a deep wedgie in her crack covering up her rear-end.

"Look at this ripe little booty!" Trixie teased to the audience, who responded but wolf-whistling.

"It's perfect!" Trixie continued as she began rubbing Violet's ass cheeks.

Violet was in hell. "SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE!"

SMACK! Trixie slapped Violet's left ass cheek, causing it to jiggle, and a sharp pain to shoot through Violet's body.

"Nobody's gonna help you here." Trixie followed with another smack, this time to the right ass cheek.

Violet yelped.

"And you trying to get out of our little play time isn't helping." SMACK!

"Such a fine bit of meat." Trixie sighed, squeezing Violet's soft, delicate ass.

"You fucking pervert!" Violet screamed, during her best to get out from Trixie's massive thighs.

Trixie spanked again. "Oh I'm not a pervert," another spank, "everyone has desires."

Trixie spanked, harder this time.

"One of which is to make your ass a red as a fucking apple."

Another smack, Violet's ass cheeks began to swell and turn red.

Tears of pain started to form in Violet's eyes. Her yelps turning into cries.

"Tell me, since you're the expert." Trixie said, massaging Violet's now bright red ass cheeks.

"Which one hurts more?" Trixie patted Violet's ass, as the calm it down.

"Slap 1?" Trixie raised her hand high and brought it down on Trixie's left ass cheek, a
loud SMACK filled the room. Violet cried out in pain.

"Or slap 2?" Trixie asked, repeating the same process but on Trixie's right ass cheek.
Another cry of pain shot out of Violet's mouth.

"Left cheek?" Trixie smacked Violet's ass again.

"Or right cheek?" Another smack.
Violet was now weeping in pain, her ass cheeks a bright red.

"OH, I guess we'll never know." Trixie teased, climbing off of poor Violet.

Violet was relieved, she thought the whole thing was over.

Violet fixed her bikini bottom, turning it into a bikini bottom as opposed to Trixie's wedgie thong.

"But tell me," Violet heard Trixie say. Violet looked op to see Trixie groping and shaking her own bean bag sized ass. "What do you think of mine?"

Violet was still on the ground, begging. "It's over... you win..."

"Oh, but I want to know what you think of it." Trixie smiled and started walking over to Violet, now lying on her back, trying to catcher her breathe.

"How about you take closer look, hmn?" Trixie stood over Violet menacingly, "Pucker up." She said, before kicking her leg up, dropping her massive ass onto Violet.

"OOF!" Violet was hit hard in the stomach by Trixie's massive ass cheeks.

"I'll ask again." Trixie said, getting up and raising her ass above Violet's face.

"It *cough cough* it's... nice." Violet forced out.

"Oh, how nice of you to say!" Trixie teased, "I'm glad you like it, 'cause you're about to get a front row seat, or rather, BE the seat."

Before Violet could understand the pun, Trixie sat down, mashing her large ass onto the head and upper body of Violet.

Violet's head was smothered underneath Trixie's ass, her arms and legs wiggled and jerked like crazy. She could sort of breath, but she was very uncomfortable.

"What's that? I can't hear you!" Trixie taunted, putting her hand up to her ear, the crowd laughed.

Trixie's massive ass cheeks folded and adjusted over Violet's head.

Violet could feel Trixie's massive ass jiggling and softly adjusting on top of her face.

Her ass was thick, soft, like a mattress of skin.

Violet could feel Trixie's thighs on top of her torso, making her cleavage and belly cold.

Violet attempted to tap out, but soon remembered that Trixie would only stop when she felt like it, making the torture go on forever.

Trixie began wiggling her body, teasing the smothered Violet, rubbing her ass on her face.

Violet needed to get out, she tried to grab Trixie with her free arms, but was only met with belly fat.

"Woahoho there tiger, I'm ticklish!" Trixie said, unaware of she was giving Violet the only way out of her face sit.

Violet began to dance her fingers across Trixie's belly and sides.

Violet felt Trixie wiggle and laugh. "Hehehehey, c-c-cut the ohahahahaut!"

Violet didn't give up, she tickled harder, jiggling Trixie's belly fat around.

"HAHAHAHAHHAHHA!" Violet could hear Trixie's laughs, giving her hope.

"Stahahahhaahap!" Trixie couldn't take much more tickling, the audience began to laugh at the big BBW becoming a ticklish mess.

"HEHEHHEY! THIS ISN'T FUNNEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHE!" Trixie's entire body was shaking and wiggling with forced laughter.

Violet began to knead Trixie's thick, soft, squishy sides.

"HAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NONONONONONOHOHOHOHOHO!"

The audience cheered and cheered, making Trixie infuriated, she had always had the crowd on her side, and now she was being showed up by a girl she was CLEARLY domination?

Trixie rolled off of Violet to escape the tickling.

Violet lay there on the ground, coughing and catching her breath. Violet lay there on the ground for a good thirty seconds, relived, but confused, where had Trixie gone?

She soon had hear answer. "Look up." Violet heard, she did, and saw Trixie diving from the ropes right about to land on Violet in a belly flop manner.

Violet didn't have enough time to react and Trixie's body made hard contact with hers.

BOOM! The entire ring nearly bounced off the ground, Trixie's massive stomach crushed

Violet's slim petite figure.

Trixie's belly splat had won the audience back over to her side.

Violet was in shock, the wind had nearly been knocked out of her body, Violet could barely move, she was exhausted, sweat was covering her entire body, and she wasn't the only one,

Trixie's chubby skin now had a beautiful glow of sweat.

Trixie started doing poses to the audience, kissing her arms like they were muscles.

"You like this?!" Trixie yelled to the crowd, grabbing her sweaty, massive cubby belly and shaking it around. The audience roared with howls, wolf-whistles, and begs for Trixie to have sex with them.

"Well let's see how SHE likes it!" Trixie said, laying down on the far past defeated body of Violet.

"Please..." Violet begged, her body limp with exhaustion, "No more.... you win.."

"Oh, I am far from my victory darling." Trixie began adjusting her bra, pushing it up a bit. "And to the crowd, you're about to seem like a real winner."

Trixie began groping Violet's sweaty breasts. "When you're a big girl like me, your tits aren't as soft and pretty as yours. But my tits can smother like no other."

Trxie grabbed the back of Violet's head, aligning her thick sweaty cleavage with Violet's head.

Violet knew what was going to happen. "Please, no! I'm not into women!" She pleaded, trying the push Trixie away.

"Oh come on, they’re not that bad." Trixie teased, bringing Violet's head closer.

Violet tried her hardest to pull back, but Trixie forced her head in, smothering Violet.
The crowd erupted.

"Oh, they love you!" Trixie smiled, knowing Violet couldn't talk back. Violet responded by slamming her fists and feet on the ground in protest.

But though that's what Trixie saw, Violet was experiencing more.

Violet's face was smothered by Trixie's chest, while Trixie's massive breasts squeezed and adjusted along the sides of Violet's head.

Her nose, forced to smell the amazon's sweat, her skin, forced to make close contact.

Trixie's sweaty massive body enthralling Violet's body, as if absorbing her.

Violet knew how this would work, she'd be smothered until she passed out, allowing Trixie to do God knows what to her while unconscious.

She was not letting that happen, Violet pushed pass the unpleasantness of the situation and dig her fingers into the massive amount of skin that was Trixie's armpits.

Violet felt the dripping sweat and chunky skin absorb her fingers, so Violet started tickling.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehe!" Violet's plan was working, she was tickling the amazon with all the energy she had left.

"Stahahahap I hahahhate beheheing tickled!" Trixie chuckled, Violet only tickled faster.

"OKAHEHEHHEY YOU MADE YOUR POINT!" Violet dug in deeper, her fingers becoming covered with
Trixie's sweat.

Trixie stopped smothering Violet, pulling her body up, still sitting on Violet's hips.

Violet began gasping and coughing, free to breathe again.

Just as she caught her breathe, Violet heard Trixie begin another monologue.

"So? You found out I'm ticklish? Do you REALLY think that that's going to give you an advantage here?"

"I'll take what I can get." Violet said, before tickling Trixie's belly.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA!" Trixie roared with laughter.

"ENOUGH!" Trixie roared with anger, grabbing Violet's wrists and pinning them above Violet's head.

"You think it's so fun to tickle, huh? We know you can dish it out, but can you take it?" Trixie got into position to tickle Violet's armpit.

"No no no no no no, I'm sorry, don't tickle me!" Violet was incredibly ticklish, and she HATED being tickled. "Smother me, spank me, do anything! But don't tickle me!"

"Oh, and why not?" Trixie began dragging her index finger nail down Violet's ribs. "Is someone a little ticklwish?" Trixie cooed.

A smile quickly formed across Violet's face, she tried biting her lip, but Trixie knew she was gonna give in.

Trixie began wiggling her finger, "Scribble, scribble, scribble!"

"Pppppffffhhhttttthehehehehhehhehehe!" Violet let the tickling sensation overcome her.

"Ohhh, so you ARE ticklish." Trixie began squeezing the right side of Violet's belly.

"Mhmhmhmhmhmhmhmhmn!" Violet laughed, keeping her lips stuck together.

"So you know how rude it is to tickle your opponent, correct?"
Violet nodded rapidly, still trying to hold in the laughs.

"But I'm not as nice as you are..." Trixie was dragging her fingers through the soft areas in between Violet's ribs. "Or as ticklish."
Trixie applied her tickling hand to Violet's ribs, forcing Violet to laugh.

"Hahahahahahahhahhahhahahahahahahahahahahahhahahaha!!!" Violet bucked and squirmed beneath Trixie.

Trixie just smiled and looked down at Violet's laughing face.

"Okahahahahahahay I won't tickle you anymohohohohhore!" Violet tried to negotiate through her laughter.

"You tickled to win the fight, I've already won, I'm just tickling for fun!"
Trixie tickled faster on Violet's sensitive ribs, becoming aroused at Violet's helpless state.

"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHASTOP IT PLEHEHEHEHEHEHESE!"

"I think your ribs have had enough, at least for now." Trixie stopped tickling Violet ribs, but was still forcing her arms up.

"Oh my God, thank you..." Violet thanked, catching her breathe.

"Yeah... Your tummy looks sexier."

"What? Nononononono!" Violet's belly was very ticklish, much more than her ribs. And the thing was, Trixie was right, Violet's flawless belly was very sexy.
Trixie dug her fingers into the ticklish minefield that was Violet's belly.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAP!" Violet's flesh shivered and rumbled at Trixie's fingers, squeezing and scrapping her belly.

"Such soft flesh!" Trixie smiled, discovering her new tickle fetish.

"SOMEBODY HELP MEHEHEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHE!"

Trixie began to tickle closer to Violet's bellybutton, increasing the ticklish sensation.

"Whose my little victim? You are! You are!"
Forced tears of laughter began forming in Violet's eyes.

"Such a soft and delicious tummy!" Trixie poked and prodded, getting highly aroused by Violet’s squirming and begging.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEESE!!!” Violet cried, “I DON’T EVEN WANT THE MONEY ANYMOHOHOHOHOHORE!”
Trixie stopped tickling Violet and began scribbling her hand up to Violet’s armpits.

“I’m gonna make you work for your money.” Trixie said, licking her lips with anticipation.

“Oh god nohohohohohho!” Violet’s poor body tried to shiver away from Trixie, but it was no
use, Trixie’s fingers made contact with Violet’s smooth pits.

“KEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHE!” To Trixie’s pleasant surprise, Violet’s armpits were unbelievably ticklish.

“Oh yeah, you’re my little tickle bitch now!” Trixie smiled, going ham on Violet’s armpits. “Come on baby, laugh!”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHASTAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHHEHHHEHEEHEHEHHEHESE!”
Violet’s laughs turned to wails, her tear of laughter turning into tear of discomfort.

“Look at this ladies!” Trixie laughed to the audience, “Looks like we have a crier on the stage, boo hoo hoo!”

“DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUNHEHHEHEHEHEHHHEHEY!? THIS IS TORTURHURHURHURHUR!”

“Do you really want me to stop?” Trixie said.

“YES PLEHEHEHESE I’LL DO ANYTHHIHIHIHIHING!”
Trixie rolled back, grabbing the back of Violet’s head.

Trixie was on her back, Violet’s head dangling above Trixie’s sloshing sweaty belly.

“Worship it.” Trixie commanded.

“You want me to what?!” Violet asked.

“WORSHIP IT!” Trixie roared, pushing Violet’s face closer to her belly.

“It… it’s nice?” Violet said, wanting to leave, but not knowing what to do.

“KISS IT!” Trixie screamed, getting impatient.
Violet began lightly pecking Trixie’s belly with her lips, holding back her vomit.

“Oh put some fucking effort into it!” Trixie shoved Violet’s head deep into her fat sweaty belly.

Violet, repulsed, began sucking on Trixie’s stomach, making raspberry like noises.

“There we go…” Trixie breathed, “Good girl.”

Violet despised this, she wanted to stop, but she knew if she where to fail, Trixie would tickle her again.

“Tickle and play with my belly a bit, will ya sweetie?” Trixie asked.

“Ye-… yes master…” Violet sighed.

Violet gently dug her hands into Trixie’s massive rolls of fat, massaging them, squeezing ever so lightly, and causing little vibrations of laughter to flow uninterrupted through Trixie’s belly.

“Hehe, very good, now how’s about you put your tongue into my little bellybutton, hmn?”

“What?” Violet asked, weak, about to collapse.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” Trixie said sternly.

Violet silently pulled away the rolls of Trixie’s fat and found her belly button, she held her breath and dove in, wriggling her tongue around in Trixie’s sweaty, untouched navel.

“Mmmmm… yeahhh….” Trixie moaned with pleasure.

This continued for 15 minutes, until Trixie had decided to be forgiving, and let Violet go, tossing her to the other side of the arena.

Violet’s crying, sweaty body was shivering in the fetal position on the other side of the ring repeated to herself; “No more, please no more master.”

But she was shot out of her trance when the referee shouted; “And th winner is our still, undefeated Champion, Trixi- Hey! What are you doing?!” The model referee had been interrupted from her speech by Trixie, who tackled her to the ground and began grinding on her.

Trixie grabbed the mic.

“Now who thinks it’s the ref’s turn to get a taste of me?!” Trixie asked the audience, who roared with approval.

Violet saw her chance and slid out of the ring, running out of the door and away from the building, where she could hear the referee begging; “Hey! Got off! Trixie this isn’t funnhehhehhehehhhhehe! That tickhahahahahahhales! I didn’t sign up for this! Help me! Help mehehehehhehehe!”

After finding her way back home, Violet opened her laptop to report the facility and their actions. But she quickly released that she had received an anonymous donation to her bank account, totaling in $11,000.