Bully Worship - Agatha VS Patrick Starr
Under the watchful gaze of Dragonatrix's towering form, Patrick Star finds himself helplessly pinned in an RNC hold. Agatha, the studio's newest giantess, taunts him with every squeeze of her powerful arms. Despite his protests, Patrick can't deny the thrill coursing through him as she dominates him on the mat.
Her words echo in his mind, "Maybe I should just ignore your tapping and keep going," mocking his attempts to escape her vice-like grip. Beads of sweat form on Patrick's forehead, his once-cocky demeanor replaced by desperation. The room grows hotter, the air thick with tension.
Agatha's face remains impassive, her eyes cold and calculating, yet a malicious grin tugs at the corners of her lips. She knows she has him right where she wants him – helpless, vulnerable, and aching for more. With each squeeze, she feels Patrick's body tremble beneath hers, his submission fueling her power trip.
"Do you give up, Patrick?" Her voice rings out, demanding an answer. He hesitates, caught between his pride and the overwhelming desire to please her. Slowly, reluctantly, he nods. A smile spreads across Agatha's face as she releases him from the hold, letting him slump to the mat in exhaustion.
"Good boy," she purrs, running her fingers teasingly down his chest. Patrick shudders, his cock twitching in anticipation. He knows what comes next – worship of Dragonatrix's mighty form. With trembling hands, he reaches up to caress her legs, his lips leaving trails of kisses along her bulging quads.
His world revolves around her now, every movement, every breath, every moan dedicated to pleasing his new mistress. As she towers over him, towering over him, he feels a sense of completion he never knew possible. He is hers, body and soul, and there is no greater feeling than that.