Super Voluptuous Welter Weights battle it out in the Quarter finals.

Two curvy powerhouses square off under the lights. Yasmine Loven, the Lightning Bolt, comes in at five-two, one-forty, carrying a season record of two and one. Penny Barber, the Tarrasque, stands three inches taller at one-forty-five, undefeated in season play at two and zero. The welter-weight bracket is brand-new, so every slam feels like history being written. Penny wastes no time showing why the fans call her the Tarrasque; she clamps Yasmine in a body lock and lets warm milk spurt across the smaller woman’s face, then down her chest. Yasmine answers by spinning out, taking Penny’s back, and driving her knuckles straight between those heavy cheeks, working her open right there on the mat. The crowd howls. Fingers, tongues, and thick toys trade holes in a blur until the ref steps in; the action’s so savage he stops the match before the third round even starts. Penny takes the win and the trip to face Mistress Kara, but she isn’t finished with Yasmine. She sits the loser on her lap, slices into a rich cake she baked that morning, and feeds Yasmine piece after piece—first between bruised lips, then pressed slowly into her well-used ass, and finally worked into her dripping cunt until every hole glistens. When Yasmine can’t swallow another bite, Penny squeezes her tits and lets thick, warm milk pour straight down the loser’s throat, making her wash the whole filthy dessert down with lactation. Yasmine swallows, gagging and trembling, while the crowd watches the last taste of tournament glory slide out of her and into the champion’s hands.