"You know I let you win, right?" spat out the Poison-specialist with barely contained vitriol as she recalled her fainted Slowbro back into its ball. She sent a glare swathed with bitterness towards the trainer that had just so thoroughly trounced her, none other than the current reigning Champion of the Galar League and the newest student of Master Mustard's dojo, Gloria. A cute and petite but well-dressed young lady in razzberry skirt and top, gray sweater, and green tammie with a white poof-ball top it off.
"Just like the last time, then? Alongside the battle before that, and the one before that, and every single other match we've had against each other?" said Gloria as she raised a single eyebrow towards the heavy-set pink-haired brat inquisitively. The outcome of every duel had been obvious even before the first attack had been made. Klara had no hope for defeating the Galar super-star, but her Wailord sized ego prevented her from accepting reality and admitting defeat.
Gloria eyed the toxic tart as she threw another tantrum at her words. Rage-fueled remarks and excuses filling the air as the Galarian goddess took the opportunity to ignore her and instead focus on the enormity of Klara's chest, which was currently jiggling up and down in unison in a tantalizing rhythm to the anger-filled motions of the heavy-chested pinkette.
Stupendous sacks of delectable milk meat bounced up and down as they struggled to escape the tight prison that was Klara's shirt. Massive mouth-watering mammaries shaking and quivering from the force of gravity and fury flowing through their holder. The hypnotizing movements causing the front of Gloria's short skirt to slowly rise as blood pooled into her lions and the full extent of the trainer's girth began to grow.
She bit her lip and tried to stem the tide of arousal from filling her member, but her eyes were drawn to the pair of pale udders that would put a Miltank to shame. Imagining her hands ripping off the tight fabric emphasizing the sheer size of those sweet and tender titties just made Gloria's growing lust all the greater. The envisioned taste of their deliciously thick cream filling her mouth and her hands kneading and squeezing out the alabaster contents of those milk jugs made the Champion lick her lips in dire thirst.
The beast gave a dull throb inside the silk cage of Gloria's underwear. It was decided, she needed to feel those perky mounds of feminity filling her hands and enveloped around her lips.
"You absolute gutter trash. How dare you, how fucking dare you think even for a moment that you're better than me!" growled out the Mistress of Venom in a tone fitting for her title. "I'm the shining star of this place and you're just some stupid, jumped-up country bumpkin! So don't you think even for a mom-eeeeeeh!" she screamed in surprise as she caught sight of Gloria's turgid member peeking out of the underside of her skirt. A second scream was uttered as the Champion pushed her down onto the ground and grinned lustfully at her.
Gloria almost wanted to savor the shocked look adorned across Klara's face, but the desire to indulge in the supple roundness of her chest was too great, so she settled for a teasing smile as she tore the stretched fabric of Klara's shirt apart and set those bouncy and bountiful orbs of womanly wonder free to taste fresh air.
Another cry of shock and embarrassment flew out of the unusually anxious Poison-type trainer as Gloria greedily pawed and nibbled on Klara's exposed breasts. Pretty pink nipples pinched and lightly bit on as the Galarian native enjoyed the feeling of free reign in exploring every inch of them. Tender moans and gasps of growing arousal fell out of the wannabe singer's mouth as she tried to withstand the assault on her sensitive parts with some self-control and dignity remaining, another battle against the Champion that she was, as always, swiftly losing.
The soft and smooth feeling of Klara's erect nipple inside of Gloria's mouth caused a dollop of pre-cum to drip out of the engorged head of the Champion's humongous girlhood. She quickly slid the completely pointless article of clothing that was her underwear downwards, enjoying the feeling of cool briskness hitting the sides of her thighs and brushing against her cock. A monster-sized fuck-pole that wouldn't look out of place attached to a Rapidash in heat stood fully at attention. Another string of sweet and sticky pre falling out of it as Gloria traced her tongue across the areola of Klara's right knocker and squeezed the other with her now free hand.
Hot and heavy mewls oozed out of Klara as her nipples were tortured without mercy by the shorter woman. Her womanhood growing moist and thick with an urgent desire to be filled. Her left hand swiftly edged its way downwind until her fingers hit the warm honeypot of the baneful beauty. Dexterous digits slipped themselves past tight spats and wet panties as they began to tease the almost painfully sensitive clit of the older woman.
Klara's other hand was still empty and without purpose, and she aimed to change that. The feminine fist snaked its way lower until it too was met with the steamy and hairless sex of the wannabe Poison-type master. Her index finger probing the inside of her cavern before easily slipping inwards, the humid moistness allowing easy access and sweet surrender to the invading extremity.
She could have spent the entire day laying there, eyes closed, hands put to work, and her lusciously large melons being prodded and touched so salaciously, but the handling of her hooters ceased unexpectedly. Her eyes opened in confusion at the lack of groping and an inquisition was slipping out of her lips, only to be quickly silenced by Gloria's gigantic golf-ball-sized testicles planting themselves firmly on the salmon-skinned lips of the venom mistress. Her cleavage as well was parted by forceful fists as the Champion's gut-bustlingly ludicrous gurl-schlong quickly filled the empty space.
Any complaints Klara had about being treated so uncouthly were briskly buried underneath the mass of sweat-slathered ballsack slipping inside of her mouth and delivering onto her tongue the salty taste of bitter musk tinged with moderate amounts of humiliation.
As her lips were used as a cushion for Gloria's glorious girls to rest upon, Klara's fat fucking tits were once again squeezed by petite and well-cared for hands. The bulbous twins of the powerless pinkette were pushed together and just as quickly spread apart by the colossal girth of the unwashed and unwavering mammoth dong that was currently defiling them.
Oh, Gloria was in exquisite rapture as she plowed Klara's beefy chesticles with reckless abandon. The stuck-up bitch of a Poison-specialist completely silenced by the underside of her nuts was a wonderful change of pace from the usual post-battle bile being spewed. Not to mention the feeling of using those mountainous mounds of milk-filled mammaries as a makeshift pussy made for nothing else besides her cock was a pleasure unmatched by little else.
The feeling of hesitant and shy little kisses against her smelly coin purse rapidly being replaced with saliva-coated smooches simply made Gloria double up her efforts in ravaging Klara's hot and heaving bosom. The older woman's desire-filled digits going into absolute overdrive as they slipped in and out of her scorching hot cunt, just as needy as their owner's mouth when overwhelmed by the scent of a futa's natural perfume. Turning the usually testy older girl into an unabashed, ball-worshiping, musk-slut was far greater of a victory than any of others she had against her, Gloria thought smugly.
Whatever shame Klara had in her was gone. She wanted to marry the Jigglypuff-sized spheres brimming with unspent sperm. To forever savor the stench and flavor of the hairless orbs against her tongue for the rest of her life. She wished she could wear the aroma of Gloria's uncleaned nutsack across her face like a badge of honor. Proof to anyone and everyone as to who turned the toxic terror into such a brain-dead stink-slut that just wants to slurp on humid and seed-hampered babymakers forevermore!
The combined onslaught of Klara's oral endeavors mixed with the mind-numbing bliss that was paizuri in between a perfect pair of pink-tipped boobies was quickly bringing the stallion stuck to Gloria's crotch closer and closer to a gushing climax.
As much as she would have loved to blow her load all over the soft, pale flesh of Klara's tummy and bottom of her breasts, but she had a better idea.
Once more Klara was rudely taken out of her sex-starved haze, and once more she tried to issues out a question as to why the action had stopped. This time, however, she shut herself up as she tried in desperation to open her mouth as wide as humanly possible when she spied the reason as to why the balls had left their home on her warm and wanting mug. Above her stood Gloria, crouched down with her ungodly girth being expertly stroked as the Champion pushed herself to completion. The soon-to-be landing zone of the approaching load she had decided, of course, to be Klara's make-up-covered face.
Gloria moaned with no small amount of exertion as she beat her humongous meat over Klara's open mouth. Her balls grew taut and her shaft grew all the more sensitive as the dam finally burst and she unleashed the full tsunami of her cum onto Klara's waiting tongue. Rope after rope of chunky sperm flew from the tip of the Champion's obelisk of flesh and into the gaped oral cavity of the Poison-type trainer. A flood of white fluid filled her open mouth as more and more of the milky slime fell like rain. So much came that there simply wasn't enough room inside of Klara's mouth no matter how much she eagerly swallowed. Entire clumps of sperm-charged globules landed on lipstick-painted lips, blushing cheeks, and everywhere else that was part of Klara's face. The river-sized bukkake drenching her in the stinky reek of fresh semen and sweat-soiled skin.
The big-breasted bane could have died happy then and then, showered in freshly spent sperm, but she was content to simply slip into a kind of trance consisting of bringing the coat of cum from her face and into her mouth. Continuously sampling the glaze of alabaster baste in dumb-struck satisfaction.
Gloria herself almost busted out into laughter at such a shameful sight, but she thought better of such an action. With her load expunged from her body, the Champion took out her phone and snapped a quick picture of the previously hate-filled Poison expert turned cum-guzzling whore. Such an image would be the perfect tool for later if Klara ever forgot her place beneath Gloria's godlike gonads, or if Gloria herself was in the mood for another round with Klara's pants-tighteningly pair of plump perfection.