Making the first move, you quickly lunge at Patty in an attempt to grab her, hoping to use your height to your advantage by picking her up and slamming her back onto the mat before she can get into the swing of things. However, Patty quickly ducks under your outstretched arms, putting her diminutive size to good use and effortlessly getting behind you. Before you can turn around to face her, Patty gives you a swift blow just behind your knees, making you crumple down to your hands. Before you can stand back up and get your bearings, Patty saunters to your side and cruelly steps on your hand, making you give a pained grunt as she keeps you right where she wants you.
She strikes a haughty pose while her fans cheer wildly at how quickly she's brought you to your knees. "Just to make sure I heard you right, peasant: what was that you called me just now...'short stack,' she asks with a feign innocence, hardly hiding the anger in her voice. "Well, you're right about one thing...," she continues as she begins to sensually trace her hands up and down her voluptuous body. "I am stacked." She gives her perky, hefty breasts a provocative squeeze before sliding her hands down to her wide, swaying hips, which she slowly cocks to the side away from your head. "And don't you forget it!" After moving her foot off your hand, Patty suddenly rocks her hips back the other way, showing you who's boss by pounding your head with her huge ass like a wrecking ball. She gives a smug look as she watches you completely topple to the mat, her ass packing much more of a wallop than you expected.
You try to get back up as fast as possible, but Patty's powerful hip-check has left your brain rattled and sluggish for a few moments, giving the Pink Princess enough time to run to the ropes. She bounces off them and careens back towards you as you start to get to your feet. Just before impact, Patty leaps and deftly clamps her powerful legs around your head. In an astonishingly flashy demonstration of skill and coordination, Patty repeatedly twirls her smaller body around yours, using your leg-locked head as a fulcrum point, and generates enough momentum to easily pull you back down to the mat with her. You grunt as your head, now trapped in Patty's meaty scissor-hold, crashes to the mat while the rest of your body collapses. The fans cheer at such a dynamic move by their favorite princess.
Now lying on her side on the mat and facing away from you, the Pink Princess hums contently to herself, now that she's got the upstart newbie trapped in her leggy clutches. Patty can just barely look down past her breasts to see the amusing sight of your panicked eyes darting back and forth as you struggle for air against her, your face partly pressed against one of her warm thighs. No doubt you're regretting calling her short now, and, if not, she has plenty of time to make sure you will. With your neck and part of your head trapped between Patty's thick thighs, your hands desperately paw for freedom against her legs, but Patty's having none of it. She hooks her ankles together and gently squeezes, the casual motion on her part increasing the pressure on you greatly. You give a strained groan as you feel Patty's thighs press against your head like a warm, fleshy vise. Loving the power she has over you, Patty taunts, "what's the matter, peasant? Like, didn't you say you'll have me tapping out in no time? What happened to all that bravado? Don't tell me this is all it takes to beat you." Patty gives an even stronger squeeze with her legs, making your body squirm and flail from the pressure and lack of air.
You hate to admit it, but Patty's a lot better than you initially gave her credit for, though that doesn't mean you enjoy how effortlessly she got you in such a demeaning position before throwing your words back at you. Beginning to really enjoy herself at your expense, Patty gives a condescending snicker as she begins to rhythmically flex her pulsating thighs around your head, further overwhelming you with their soft pressure and smooth touch. "Tell you what, newbie: because I'm a kind, forgiving Princess, I'll give you a chance to tap out now, so you don't have to endure anymore humiliation." Patty may be skilled, but you still hate the idea of losing to such an obnoxious little brat. You don't tap out but instead continue pawing at her short but strong legs, hoping desperately that you can get out of this and turn things around.
Feeling your futile struggles return, Patty gets a little annoyed again. "H-Hey! I told you to give up, not cop a feel. Alright, fine, if you won't tap out, I'll make you wish you had." Patty lifts her top leg, freeing you from her hold for a moment, and reaches in between her legs. She grabs one of your arms and pulls on it, fully extending it through her legs before locking her headscissors again, this time trapping both your head and arm between her thighs. While she continues squeezing the living daylights out of you with her short, thick legs, Patty pulls on your arm as hard as possible, hyperextending it while it sinks against her soft breasts. With Patty's submission hold putting your body through multiple levels of stress, you give off a variety of pained grunts and noises as you feel yourself go lightheaded. With each repeated squeeze, Patty further smothers your remaining will to resist. It doesn't take long for Patty to reduce you to a dizzy, mumbling mess beneath her, your desperate struggles turning sluggish.
Feeling this, Patty finally lets you go and stands up. With a wickedly pompous smile, Patty drags you to a corner, planning more humiliating punishment for you. She sits your weary body up against the turnbuckle and stands over it with a haughty pose, relishing how this angle makes you look so much smaller than her. After a few moments, you manage to lift your head up to see Patty staring down at you. "I realized something, peasant," she says with a cocky smirk. "Earlier, you said I had a fat ass, but I don't think that was a fair assessment. You didn't even look at it yet." The diminutive diva turns around, presenting her prized booty to you. You can't help but gawp at how huge and round Patty's ass is, her leather shorts nearly disappearing between her full cheeks. "Before you can say anything about the Princess' royal booty, you need to take a nice close look first: to see just how plump, juicy, and fat it really is." With each descriptive word, Patty bounces and sways her hips in front of you, putting on a teasing show for you with her royal rear.
As you watch Patty's ass cheeks dance and ripple in front of you, she calls out to the crowd, "my loyal subjects, your Princess is feeling a little winded after putting this peasant in his place. Tell me: should I give him the honor of being my personal throne to rest on?" The audience chants at Patty's question, telling her to "Sit! Sit! Sit! Sit!" Apparently a lot of people out there love seeing Patty make a fool out of you just as much as she loves doing it. Her fans have spoken, so Patty looks back with an evil smirk and, preparing to sit, pulls up on her shorts, giving herself a wedgie that reveals more swaths of her creamy booty. You try to will your body to move before Patty can plant her ass on you, but you're still too exhausted to move. You can only watch helplessly as Patty bounces and slaps her rear in front of you a little more. As she savors both your powerlessness and your undivided attention, Patty slowly inches her behind closer and closer towards your face, forcing you to drink in its warmth and its earthy, feminine scent.
Finally, Patty decides to sit, as hard as she possibly can. She grabs the corner ropes behind her, pulls her hips forward as far as she can, then slams her ass back against your awaiting head. You groan as you feel all its soft weight come crashing against you at once, forcing your face to sink between its cheeks. Breaking her new seat in, Patty does this again, and again, and again, relentlessly pounding you and the turnbuckle with her royal rear. After a few more hip-checks, Patty keeps her ass pressed against you and grinds it against you. She slowly, deliberately moves her hips in all directions, forcing your head to follow as her soft flesh smears and squishes all over your face. Feeling your voice meekly vibrate against her skin makes Patty giggle with glee, urging her to continue as the crowd cheers. "Haha, this is just too easy!" Soon Patty stops grinding and simply sits on your head, resting as much of her plump weight on you as possible as she smugly crosses her legs to get comfortable. Patty's pounding and smothering has left you at the end of your rope. You can hardly think, let alone breathe. You're not sure how you can get out of this.
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