This choice: Bertha asks for a soothing massage • Go Back...Chapter #6Bertha asks for a soothing massage by: Unknown Bertha smiled for the camera, and reclined back, creating dents and buckles in the lockers behind her until she was fully relaxed. Looking over her breasts, she fluttered her eyelids playfully at her new plaything. "Well, come on then… come worship your queen, little one…"
Pearl edged forward nervously, twiddling her fingers. "Wh-what do you want me to do?" "Hehehe, I fancy a nice, smoothing massage. Start with the belly, no gloves."
Obediently, Pearl removed her gloves and placed them on the floor. She flexed her fingers, and approached the impossibly gargantuan belly before her. Tentatively, she placed her fingertips in an area above the bellybutton, and started to stroke gently.
"L-like this?" she asked, looking up but not even being able to see her idol's face. "Hmm, not really." came the invisible reply, "Get your hands right in there. Use your palms – that is, unless you find your queen too fat to touch properly?"
"No!" she yelped instantly, "No, no, you're – you're beautiful, my queen, I'm sorry!" Pearl instantly pushed her palms up against the gut, rubbing with the flat of her hands. As she did so, she couldn't help but gaze at the quivering mass beneath her hands – the way the smooth blubber swirled and slid under her fingers, the way even the slightest tap made ripples and jiggles… as a pachyderm, Bertha's skin was incredibly thick, and yet it seemed so flexible… but, at the same it wasn't 'runny' – the fat felt viscous, and so swayed in huge quantities rather than ugly little shakes of tiny folds of flesh.
"Ahhhh… ah, yes… that's much better…" said Bertha, her sultry voice oozing with satisfaction. "Tell me how that feels…" Pearl's mouth was starting to water slightly as she kept feeling the belly of her all-time favourite star. Secretly, she'd always found her to be really attractive, and nothing would have given more pleasure than being Bertha's favourite attendant, if she had one. Well, this was the time to impress her…
"It's so wonderful, my queen," she replied, "It's like – like the world's most comfortable cushion, like warm honey wrapped in velvet-smooth skin…"
That elicited a slight giggle from the champion – "Oh, really? 'The world's most wonderful cushion', you say? Mmm, bet you'd like to use me as your cushion, huh?"
Pearl knew the answer without having to think for a second, but she hesitated – this was all going on camera, and would be posted on the internet…
"…If I could use you as my cushion, I think I could just drift into a privileged, fatty bliss…"
The giggling started again as Bertha places her hands behind her head. "Ahhh, that's right, little kitten! You KNOW you'd love it… so why don't we combine the two, hmm? I want to feel you massage me with your whole body. Just press yourself into my tummy, rub me with your arms and your torso, and squeeze and snuggle my gorgeous form up against you!"
Pearl was stunned – what an invitation! It normally took at least half an hour of worship before she moved on to something like that. She had to take the chance – and so, barely suppressing the smile on her face, pushed herself into Bertha's belly, using all the strength in her legs to prop herself inwards. Spreading her arms wide, she hugged the massive stomach, squeezing and playing with it like a big lump of dough – pushing it up with her hands, feeling the incredible weight bearing down on her arms even from something so simple; then, tugging it around herself as though trying to pinch herself inside a giant vertical fold of her own making.
"Awww, who's a good girl, huh? Who's a sweet little subject?" cooed Bertha.
"…Meeee…" came the dreamily contented reply as Pearl plunged herself further and further into bliss.
"Hmhmhm, do you like your mistress? Is she a good queen?"
"…Mmmmm… mmm, yes…" The kitten purred, her eyes glazing over.
"Then show me – snuggle your cheek against me, too."
Obeying in ecstasy, Pearl closed her eyes, and snuggled the side of her face against the warm, vibrating wall of flesh. Purring deeply, she rubbed her cheek into the tummy, listening the clinking of Bertha's jewellery as her belly shifted around. By now, Pearl's whole body from the knees up was pressed into her, moving and twisting and plunging and rubbing the hippo's gut. Soon, merely rubbing her cheek against her queen wasn't enough – Pearl turned her face inwards, and in the spur of the moment, lovingly kissed the flowing mass of fat.
"Oooh, kitten! Do I feel a little bit of kissing down there?"
Pearl froze, pulling her body back and stepping away a few paces so she could look at Bertha's face. Thankfully, it was smiling.
"Hehehe, good girl… see now, THAT'S how you worship, people!" Bertha laughed to the camera. "Ahhhh, that felt very good… Right, that's the worship part done – now, prepare yourself for the endurance!"
Pearl quivered – she had a horrible feeling this wasn't going to be nearly as fun. "W-wasn't that enough? I mean, I did good, right?"
"Hehe, tut tut, little one – you can't just have fun with me without payin' up!"
"But – but didn't you enjoy it too? I mean I WAS giving you a massage…"
"Girl, do you want to fight tonight or not?"
Pearl trembled, feeling very, very trapped. "But I – I don't want to be crushed under you!"
"Should've thought about that before you agreed to this. C'mon girl, I'm doin' you a favour here by letting you fight, and by recommending you upwards if you do well, so get over here."
Pearl's eyes were now starting to well up as she imagined all of that fat on top of her – this wasn't a ring, she couldn't dodge her, and there'd be no ref to save her skin if it looked like she'd had enough. Even so, if she tried to resist, she knew Bertha was graceful and agile enough – despite her size – to catch her with those belly-dancer-style attacks and movements. The thought of that belly she had just caressed so lovingly to now punish her like Bertha undoubtedly would was just too cruel an irony to bear. Sure, she loved Bertha, and would leap at the chance for a play-fight with her, but somehow this didn't feel like it would be playing…
"Baby, don't make me come to you. Come on over here and take your punishment for the camera…" the champ sang impatiently.
Pearl didn't need to be told again. She walked up to her, blinking back tears of apprehension. "W-what do – "
"Lie on the floor." said Bertha, lifting her belly up in her hands to reveal floor tiles beneath it. "Under there. Then we'll move on to some other stuff."
So it was going to be the belly – to start with, she thought. Termbling, she lay on the ground beneath the huge hovering stomach. Bertha giggled, jiggling it in her hands over the kitten's body. "Ya ready?"
"Um, are you going to go easy on me then? You said if I did well in the massage – "
"I said we'd see. And sorry, but nope!" And before Pearl could squeal in protest, Bertha let go of her gut. All of that belly slammed down, completely covering the poor newbie beneath as the sitting hippo grinned playfully. Pearl wriggled beneath, pushing up handfuls of fat in her palms.
"Mmmmph! Mmm-mmmph!" She pleaded from under her, straining to lift even handfuls of lard. She could raise her knees a little, just enough to prop her feet flat on the floor, but the weight quickly overpowered them and pinned them firmly back on the floor again. Her arms rapidly weakened as she fought to hold off the plethora of pounds all over her body.
"Awww, whassa matter?" Bertha baby-talked; "Too much weight for da widdle kitty? That's a real shame, because I'm sitting with my back all stwaight right now – I really wanna lean forward so I can squish the kitty!"
Panic now set in as the crushing, overbearing weight took its toll – Pearl's arms were finally forced down either side of her head. Defenceless, her ribcage was squeezing from above by the so-rumoured tons of flesh; no-one really knew how accurate her nickname of "Six-Ton Bertha" was – it could even be more – because she never let on as to her weight. All anyone knew was that she was ALWAYS gaining.
Just as things looked at their worst and felt at their heaviest, the pressure increased – Bertha was leaning forward, actively pushing her belly down on top of Pearl's rapidly-bruising body. Even if surrender was an option – which Pearl doubted – there was no way she'd be able to convey that to her new 'mistress', as no part of her could be seen.
"Mmm… you know somethin'? Thinkin' about how you were saying that I'd make a lovely cushion – well, so do you!" Bertha laughed as she patted her tummy down. Pearl could just about hear her, straining not only with the impossible weight, but now also the heat from being cramped under such an enormous amount of flesh and being completely covered by it, like being inside a huge, fleshy oven. Pearl tried one last time to push the belly up, but all she succeeded in doing was wiggling her fingers.
Which, amazingly, worked. The belly seemed to lift off a little as Pearl wriggled her digits in the fat – shaking at first, then alleviating a little more, then a little more, until eventually Pearl could see the light of the changing rooms once again. She rolled out, panting and tasting the fresh air, rather than the sweaty, hot, humid air underneath her there, and was confused to find Bertha was laughing – uncontrollably.
"Ahahaha! Aha! H-hey, I didn't say you could do that!"
"Do what?"
"Tickle me! I NEVER let anyone tickle me!" she wheezed, getting the last chuckles out of her system. She seemed happy enough though.
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