Sarah's Wedding Vows: The Return of Monica "Chilli Powder" Rodriguez

finally a sequel to the old commissions for Sarah, everyone's favorite chubby blonde punching bag!

Sarah's husband had mixed feelings about the whole event. It was all a big to do; Sarah had kept insisting on them holding a party to renew their vows, though he felt like the whole thing was a waste of time and money. His nephew Andrew had actually been the one to push him over the edge into caving on the matter. "Let her have her big day again," he'd said. "But let's make an extra surprise in there. It'll make the party great for everyone else. I promise."

A few swapped ideas and bills and they were in business. So the groom about to become a groom again sighed and adjusted his tux before heading out to his second big day, knowing there was more to come than that.


The big event over with, people were loosening up around the party. A few drinks went around and the kids were allowed to run around the let off some steam after sitting still through the ceremony. There were long tables full of food of all sorts, and a few caterers carried around appetizers and snacks. A table was also full of wedding gifts, reason enough for Sarah to go all out on the party to thank everyone for the gifts.

Sarah herself was in a low cut gown, gold and white with the edges of a white basque covering some of the lower edges of her breasts. A set of gold-colored heels were the finishing touches, which she gladly showed off to her girlfriends while they chatted excitedly about the day.

A short while into the party end of the gathering, a few murmurs and gasps came from the crowd. Some of the children giggled or cheered at the sight of the tall Spanish woman, recognizing her from a party not a full year ago. She wore the same iconic boots, black tanktop with a flame pattern, and latex pants she had for most of her matches, and a small duffel bag slung over her shoulder that she tossed to sit beside the presents.

Monica "Chilli Powder" Rodriguez never slowed her pace, happy to be hired to take on the plus-sized blonde jobber again from one of her favorite customers lately. Sarah knew how to really sell that pain from the one time she'd crossed paths with her. It didn't mean she couldn't sell the act herself to keep the crowd on her side, so when she spotted the bride she balled her fists together and slammed them into Sarah's upper back.

"This' payback for Wrestle-Rama, piggy!" Monica shouted at the shocked Sarah, the blonde going right to her knees from the cheap shot. "You wanna make a scene?! Wanna jump me in front of all my fans!? Well it's your turn now, chica!" Monica turned to grab one of the thin wooden chairs set out and lifted it up, smashing it over Sarah's back and sending her flopping gracelessly into the grass as it shattered over her back.

Of course, no one moved to stop the show. The few that were truly surprised and confused had the story quickly relayed by the family members and friends who had been there for Andrew's birthday, their first encounter with the "act" Sarah liked to put on. If anyone but Andrew and her husband knew the truth, they didn't feel like interrupting the fun.

"C'mon, fat princess! Before you get a piece of your cake, you gotta get a big serving of Chilli!" The crowd cheered at her colorful taunt as Monica grabbed her by the hair, forcing her up again while she was bent over and shoving the blonde bridge's head into her armpit for a squeezing headlock. Sarah gagged and pushed clumsily at her, unable to escape the powerful woman's grasp.

The crowd was quick to give them their space while crowding around close enough to watch as Monica grabbed Sarah by the waistband of her dress, lifting her straight up over her head. The crowd let out various applause and cheers as Monica showed her skill by keeping Sarah balanced perfectly upside down over her shoulder halfway through her hold. It let Sarah's skirt flip upside down, baring her stockings, fancy shoes, and pristine white panties before slamming her backward into a suplex right through an emptied snack table.

The attending friends and family hooted and whistled at the showy move as Sarah rolled slowly on the table, snapped in half beneath her as she held her back and her pretty face twisted in agony. Monica sprang back to her feet, rolling her shoulders showily before turning back and stomping on top of Sarah's chest, her boot briefly flattening her big bosom to her ribs before they jiggled back into place.

"Still can't win a fair fight, huh, fat Barbie?" Monica mocked, leaning far over and patting her on the cheek roughly before she squeezed her face, forcing her into a "fish face" expression by squashing her cheeks inward. "Didn't learn your lesson at Andy's house? Well at least you can help me put on a show for these folks, right!?" The crowd reach a peak of its cheers for the shout out to them and the "continuity" that they were a part of as Monica forced Sarah to her feet. Her dress was already specked with grass and dirt on the white fabric, stumbling along in her golden heels while Monica pulled her hair like a leash.

Her stumbling walk came to a halt as Monica raised and then slammed her head down, plopping her face first into the punch bowl. The rich pink-red color splashed over her face, dress and hair, quickly staining the fairer colors as she bubbled and thrashed against the table and made an even bigger mess.

"Thirsty, piggy?!" Monica gloated, holding her under to choke on the juice for a few agonizingly long seconds. She finally lifted her back up, Sarah staggering on her heels clumsily as Monica picked up the big bowl with both hands. "Well, you can have the whole thing!" Monica smashed the fancy, fragile bowl over her head, toppling it into pieces around her as Monica's head rolled dizzily on her shoulders, eyes crossing and flopping face-first into the dirt.

"Ha! I missed wailing on you, Barbie!" Monica praised/mocked, grabbing Sarah by one leg and dragging her along after her across the grass, further staining her body and clothes. She finally tossed Sarah next to one of the tables, her back propped up against it as Monica braced her boot against Sarah's chest, squashing her jugs against her ribs.

"Time to do the dishes, MISSUS Piggy!" she commented on her dress, grabbing one of the ceramic plates from the table and raising it briefly for the crowd to see before she smashed it to pieces over Sarah's head. Her head rattled but it left her stunned in place, eyes rolling comically from the noisy whack to the head. The crowd cheered as Monica grabbed a second one, crashing it apart over Sarah's head again. By the third, the crowd started to chant and count along with her as she continued to go through the stack of dishes.

She finished off all 15 over Sarah's head, leaving her head rolling dizzily and pieces of the plates strewn over her clothes and stuck in her big cleavage. "Boy, you look a mess, Barbie," Monica taunted, grabbing a bottle of champagne from an ice bucket. "You look like you could use a drink!"

She shook up the bottle before popping it open, shooting the cork right into her forehead a moment before the foaming alcohol sprayed over her face and tits, leaving her sputtering and flailing her hands to try and block the incoming liquid. She did so poorly, soon sticky with bubbles and the fine drink as she sputtered and tried to shake out her hair and hands. "Come on, blondie. How can a big pig like you be such a lightweight? You really ought to finish the whole BOTTLE!" Monica tossed the bottle a short way, flipping it over in her hand to grab the neck and shattering it into pieces over her head.

Sarah wobbled comically before she fell over to the grass again, sparkling all over between the champagne and the flecks of glass. "Bit too much to drink," Monica grinned to the crowd, who laughed at the dazed Sarah. She could only mutter and moan weakly when Monica picked her up by the hair, dripping and stinking of alcohol as she staggered like a town drunk after her, big ass shaking behind her in her dress. "Ugh, like you weren't heavy enough! Ditching this tacky piece of dead weight!"

Monica grabbed the middle of Sarah's dress, tearing down to rip the broad skirt of it off of her, throwing it over Sarah's head while her snug white panties were bared to the crowd. As she let out muffled cries of confusion, Monica unleashed a few quick slams of her forearm into Sarah's defenseless head and chest. With her good and disoriented, Monica grabbed her arm and whipped her by it towards the low wooden platform that served as the stage for the ceremony and entertainment. Sarah screamed and ran at it out of control, flailing before her legs caught on the stage and she went rolling and bouncing onto it.

Monica followed, but not without grabbing the ice bucket that had once contained the champagne bottle first. Sarah crawled pathetically on the stage, her wet panties and wide ass wobbling in front of the laughing crowd. "Auntie Sarah's so funny," one of the kids giggled as Monica followed her up.

Monica took a microphone that was plugged into a nearby speaker, forcing Sarah back to her feet by a grip on the chest of her basque and tearing off the rest of her dress, leaving her with nothing but the corset-like garment and her panties (her impractical high heels long since fallen off with all her stumbling and falling over). With her down to her skimpy remains of her fancy attire, Monica patted her cheek.

"Now you look more like yourself, tramp," Monica joked into the mic, the crowd laughing as she turned to them. "Testing! One, two! You having a good time, folks!?"
"Yeaaaa!" they called back.

"Then I think you all deserve a little light show!" Monica stuffed the mic into Sarah's cleavage, burying it deep as the crowd heard her flesh shift and jiggle against the mic over the speakers. Monica got no resistance from the woozy Sarah, and once it was stuffed deep inside of her bosom, Monica gave them a painfully firm smack before she stepped back and threw the bucket of melted ice water over Sarah's body.

The immediate result was soaking her in the cold waters, but quickly after that she quivered and spasmed as the water short circuited the electricity in the microphone. It went shooting through her body as flashes of light and electricity bounces off her skin and hair, making the hair stand on end and her muscles twitch like crazy.

The crowd laughed at her cartoonish impression, Monica finally kicking the plug off the speaker with her rubber-lined boot, leaving Sarah smoking, coughing and looking out on her feet as she lolled from one side to the other. Monica was less noticeable in the background behind the smoking, chubby, half-naked woman, letting her easily sneak out the packet of red hot chilli powder that was her trademark in her more hardcore wrestling matches. She slipped up behind Sarah, tapping her shoulder. "Looks like you could use a little pick me up, piggy. Maybe we ought to spice things up a little!"

Sarah coughed out a cute puff of black smoke before she staggered instinctively, right into position for Monica to blow into her handful of powder. The dark red stuff went right into Sarah's eyes and nose, making her scream bloody murder and wipe at her face marked with soot and chilli powder. She stomped and scrambled around the stage while Monica seemed to ignore her and walk to the edge of the stage.

She picked up the wooden guitar there on the stand, weighing it in her hands curiously. "This' a nice guitar," she mused over the screaming. "Who's is this?" Sarah husband's best man raised his hand with a grin.

"I used to play. You mind if I use this a little?" The groomsman waved for her to go ahead, Monica nodding back to him and lifting it like a bat, turning and slamming the bulky end over Monica's head. There was a single loud, off-key note as it splintered over her head, her blonde head stuck through the busted wood. The crowd burst out laughing at her showy headshot as Sarah staggered backward, falling onto her ass in the grass as everyone applauded.

Monica got a short running start before she dropkicked Sarah in the tits, sending the white woman rolling like a big doughy ball head over heels. The roll in the dirt and the guitar shot seemed to get the static from her hair, though now it had some dirt and grass stuck in her golden locks. She rolled to a stop by the end of the food tables, her boobs wobbling to a stop a good 5 seconds after her body did.

"Geez, thought you were a Fat Barbie, not a Slinky!" Monica mocked her as she followed her over to the table. She twisted Sarah around into a suitable position before grabbing onto her ankles, shifting her footing and then leaning sharply backwards. Her strength and leverage snapped Sarah over Monica's head a bit like a makeshift slingshot, sending Sarah screaming over her and into the table behind them. Sarah crashed hard and managed to snap the table in half, rolling to her back a moment before she saw the large wedding cake sliding down before it splatted into her face.

The big formal wedding cake smashed over her face, cameras going off as people laughed uproariously. "Normally, I think the groom's supposed to feed the bride her first piece," chuckled Sarah's husband. "But this being our second ceremony, I'll let it slide this time, Miss Rodriguez."

"Gracias," Monica grinned back at him with a nod, clearly enjoying letting Sarah squirm and kick under the smothering mess of icing (just how she'd ordered it). Monica hefted off the top few layers and set it as best she could on the next table, grabbing a knife from nearby. Carmen wiped the frosting from her face, gasping and trying to scramble away clumsily when she saw the armed wrestler. Monica raised the knife, but used it to take a slice out of the untouched part of the cake and hand it off to a nearby kid. Only then did Sarah stop panicking, holding her bouncing bosom as if she had just suffered a heart attack, but of course the watching crowd didn't buy the exaggeration.

"You enjoy that, chico," she said with a grin, the boy giggling as he clutched it and started to dig in. "Cuz it's time for presents!" The kids gave a cheer, excited by Monica's contagious glee and the mere prospect of presents. The kids may not have considered that they would mostly be appliances, gravy boats, and other classy household items, but Monica would find a way to make them fun.

Monica went back to the stunned Sarah, grabbing her by the hair again to drag her on all fours to the nearby table overflowing with gifts. "That's enough cake for you! Now let's see what you got for tying down your man, you stinking hambeast. Here, pop that open for me!"

Monica grabbed and tossed one of the lighter gifts to a the tween girl watching nearby. "Rest of you kiddies, line up and open up a present! We're gonna turn this Fat Barbie into a pinata with em!"

The first girl arrived a moment later, handing Monica a set of spatulas for the couple's barbecue. "Nice work," Monica complimented the girl, taking one of them and lifting it high before WHAP! It smacked down on the bare skin of Sarah's tits, making it jiggle in her skimpy top as she screamed from the stinging utensil. Monica delivered several more slaps of the metallic weapon to leave her breasts bouncing from the painful whipping.

Another boy stepped up and offered the remains of a small package, Monica tossing the spatulas aside and picking up the pendant inside. "Nice piece," Monica complimented it, rolling it over in her hand and then winding it around her fist, pounding the chain-wrapped punch into Sarah's boobs. Each one bounced wildly in her basque from the hard shots, threatening to but never quite popping out of her top. Monica wrapped the necklace around Sarah's neck, pulling back sharply and letting it dig into the bride's soft neck. Sarah gagged and thrashed as the jewelry choked her out, pawing at the chain that was dug too deeply into her skin to get a firm grasp.

"What else you got?" Monica asked, reaching a hand out for another gift. One of the kids handed her a toaster, shifting her grip on the aluminum appliance. "Shame we can't plug this sucker in, but Miss Piggy would just get hungry and think I was gonna feed her." The crowd laughed as she released the chain, just to crash the new toy on top of Sarah's head with a loud and hollow clang.

"Her head must be empty too!" Monica mocked, tossing the appliance away. Another kid handed her a matching set of cologne and perfume bottles, Monica shaking them up in each hand. Sarah was still flopped limply in her chair, her chubby legs spread out shamelessly in her stupefied state and getting various snickers and giggles from the crowd. Monica stepped back in front of her, bracing one booted foot on the chair before she unloaded on Sarah’s face, pumping both of the scented sprays into the witless bride. Sarah screamed as soon as it hit her eyes, instantly making them water with the various chemical, but then getting it into her mouth and nose by her own clumsy breathing and screaming. She quickly started to gag, grabbing at her neck as her face changed to a few different colors, the kids laughing at the exaggerated slapstick.

“She’s like a Tom and Jerry cartoon, mommy,” one of the little boys pointed out to his chuckling and cheering parents.

Monica handed the bottles back to the boy with what was left, nodding towards the slowly growing pile of presents/weapons. One boy brought over a thin, wide one, Monica opening what appeared to be a cigar box. Sure enough, when she opened it completely, there were a few fine cigars inside, as well as a discretely included pair of fuzzy handcuffs as a gag gift. The crowd laughed as Monica quickly took an interest in them, lifting up the pink binding toys and twirling them on one finger.

“Look cute, don’t they?” Monica asked one of the kids, the adults laughing as she missed the point and nodded. “Well they look cute, but they work. Trust me.” The Spanish woman winked to the crowd suggestively, getting another laugh as she grabbed Sarah’s hands and pulled them behind the chair, looping the handcuffs through and snapping them onto her. As comical as it looked, Sarah was stuck there and even more defenseless.

Sarah soon found herself put through nearly every present Monica got her hands on. The wrestler opened up a pair of towels with their initials on them, dipping them into ice water and whipping them onto her tits and belly with loud, nasty cracks. Monica opened up a big box of chocolates, grabbing a bit handful from them. "Looking to sneak in another snack, Fat Barbie?" she mocked before she crammed the candy into her face, half of it crumbling over her lips and cheeks while the rest were forced into her mouth and throat, choking her on them. Monica even took a moment to pick one out for herself before tossing another back at the kid who had given her the box, skillfully landing it right in the girl's mouth with a round of applause for her good catch. Monica went on to take out a nice new set of silverware, just to take a pair of forks in hand to prod at her like a Christmas ham, making Sarah howl in pained surprise and jump up with each little poke.

"Phew, you're starting to stink like sweat and chocolate," Monica said with an exaggerated wave at her nose. "We need something to wash that out. Anyone of you kids got any soap?!" The remaining kids shuffled through their stuff before a small boy raised up his hand with a small box of various soaps.

"Perfect! Come on over, big guy!" He jogged over and handed off the stuff, Monica lifting and yanking the cap off a bottle of shampoo, dumping the whole thing over her. Sarah sputtered and tried to breathe through the goop, but when her gasping mouth opened wide, Monica stuffed a whole bar of soap into her mouth. Sarah sputtered and kicked her chubby legs in protect, but a few of the people from the first party started to chant.

"Take a bite! Take a bite! Take a bite!"

Monica grinned back at them, turning to face the crowd rather than her "opponent." "You all wanna see that again?!" she called to the crowd, chanting louder in response to the showmanship. Monica took a few paces back as Sarah was too busy gagging on soap and blinded by shampoo to notice. The Spanish girl charged her at top speed and threw a high kick at her, her boot heel slamming into Sarah's jaw hard enough for her to not only bite right through the soap, making her instinctively swallow the one half, but her chair flying over backward and knocking her off of it. Sarah rolled off it clumsily before landing in a heap beside the gift table, finding herself awkwardly bound to the chair by the cuffs.

“Miss Monica? You dropped this,” offered one of the little boys helpfully, handing her back the half that had flown out of her mouth. Monica laughed as she took it from him gently, giving the young man a firm hug. Some of the adults laughed at the blush on the youngster’s face.

“Good catch, handsome! Tell you what: do you want to grow up and be a wrestler just like Miss Monica?"

The kid nodded, and Monica ruffled his hair as she stood back up. She pulled the chair back upright and stuck the rest of the soap into Sarah's mouth. She pinched Sarah's nose shut, forcing her to choke down the rest of the soap out of instinct. She gagged and burped as it went down, but kept from wretching it back up.

"Let's see if this trick still works," Monica said, holding the boy's shoulder and urging him over to the battered and sticky Sarah. She patted Sarah right on her softly rippling stomach. "Hit her right there for me. Hard as you can."

The blushing boy nodded and wound up way back, burying his little fist right into Sarah's belly button. Sarah gave another quick gag before she suddenly burped, releasing a large bubble out of her lips as she did. The crowd broke into huge cheers and laughter at the spectacle, Monica picking the boy up on one shoulder and patting him on the back as he took his first steps towards his potential wrestling career and his first crush.

Monica set the kid down and went back to Sarah. "Well you sure got your fat butt kicked like a pinata... but you don't quite look the part. You wait here, okay?" She patted Sarah's cheeks, the woman still too dazed to respond and her hands still cuffed to the chair. She went back to her gym bag, pulling out a large jar of paste as large as her head. The crowd gradually turned into an amused "Ohhh!" as they caught up to speed with her plan.

Monica went back to Sarah, a smoking, dirty and sore mess left waiting for her. She looked up groggily just before Monica dumped the paste all over her, splashing the milky cream all over her skin and face as she screamed and squirmed. The kids all shared a laugh at her before Monica clapped her hands for them sharply. “Okay, ninos! Grab some wrapping paper! We’re about to turn this chubby clown into a mummy!”

The kids all cheered and charged in, covering her in the discarded wrapping paper. “Get it all over her now! Push in hard! You know how pigs sweat, and we don’t want that paper just falling back off!”

"It really was nice of her to let the kids enjoy the gifts rather than just herself," commented one of the mothers, still wholly buying the “act” of Sarah’s comical wrestling match. The kids were having fun squishing her big soft body all over with the paper, pressing it in too hard to squash her around beneath it. The paper pressed over her mouth and nose, nothing so tight as to keep her from breathing but certainly unpleasant with the smell of paper and glue sticking all over her face and body.

The clumsy and hasty wrapping in place, the kids backed up to see Sarah still nearly upside down, cuffed to the chair and covered head to toe in mismatched wrapping paper. "Bueno, kiddies," Monica encouraged them as they had her entirely engulfed in the stuff. She undid the cuffs, but grabbed a handful of blonde hair sticking out the back of Sarah's head amidst all the paper.

Monica lifted her up to her knees, Sarah's muffled shouts and protests indecipherable as Monica herded the kids into lining up. "Think it's time we finished playing with the bride so she can go on her way. So everyone line up and give a big kick right here and say 'Happy honeymoon!' Got it?" She pointed to their target of choice, the kids giggling and nodding.

"Happy honeymoon!" they cheered together, then the line started to move. The first young boy stepped up, Monica holding Sarah's arm and hands up so he was free to follow her instructions and kick Sarah squarely in between her legs.

"AWWWW!" Sarah groaned comically at the low blow, trying to fall over and cover herself, but couldn't with Monica holding her up. The kids walked up one after the other, repeated the phrase and the gesture each time.

"Happy honeymoon!"
"AUGGGHH!"
"Happy honeymoon!"
"UNFFF!"
"Happy honeymoon, Miss Piggy!"
"AAACK!"
"Happy honeymoon, Fat Barbie!"
"URGGGGH!"

"She's like a magic eight ball! You never know what sort of nonsense is going to come out of her!" Monica gloated, the kids and adults alike laughing at her. When everyone had a turn (and a few cut back in line to get another shot), Monica shoved Sarah to bend her over on all fours, leaning over the chair with her papery tits squashed into the steel.

"I just gotta see one thing. Your butt's so big I kind of lost track of it." Monica peeled off a few pieces of the wrapping paper before finding the buried treasure she wanted: Sarah's ass still had the brand on her broad buns from before, the AJ from Andrew's pendant still scarred into her soft flesh.

"I knew it! You really are Andrew's favorite auntie," Monica cackled. "In fact... Andy! You still here?!"

There was some applause as Sarah's pesky nephew came forward,  waving to everyone and shaking hands with Monica when she offered. "Pleasure doing business with you again. Now this piglet bridge needs a finisher. You mind giving me a hand with that?"

The crowd cheered in encouragement, and Andrew smiled and shrugged. "Well, if you all insist," he replied, Monica patting the fun-loving young man on the shoulder. Monica hefted her back to her feet, bend over so her partly exposed ass stuck out. Even this deep into the fight, her deep cleavage made a soft splashing noise as a mix of crumbs, chocolate, champagne and punch spilled out from her deep, round breasts.

"Just grab her feet when they go up and push," Monica said, nodding upward towards where her feet would end up. Monica wrapped her arms around Sarah's midsection, hands locking just before her hefty breasts and squashing them up towards her face. The Spanish girl gave a big grunt, leaning back up and lifting Sarah almost perfectly upside down. Her chubby legs kicked weakly, but the professional wrestler kept her balance to the whistling and applause of the crowd. Andrew let her hold her ominously above the ground a moment before he grabbed his aunt by the feet and the two of them spiked her head down, thumping hard into the solid ground near the driveway.

Sarah bounced once before finally flopping down, a chubby, sticky rag doll left on the ground. The crowd popped in approval, wild cheers going up for the big finale. Monica motioned them to wait before she went back towards the front of the house, returning after a few seconds. She was wheeling along a huge crate, similar to a coffin in its size and length. Clearly it was built to carry something about the size of an adult person.

"Had to order the extra wide for her, but I think she'll fit. Who wants to see this mummy go back in her tomb?!" The crowd gave one more cheer of "YEAAA!" as Monica slung Sarah over her shoulder, dumping the punch-drunk, barely-dressed bride into the crate. Sarah nailed it shut on each corner, then slapped a sticker with an airplane and some fine text printed out over it. Monica strutted back over to Sarah's husband, reaching into her cleavage and producing a few stamps.

"Want a lick, big guy?" she grinned impishly, the man laughing and taking the stamps politely before licking them for her and handing them back. Sarah stuck them on next to the label and leaned on it with an assuring wave to the crowd. "Don't you worry. She's just taking her own flight to the honeymoon spot. Cheaper this way anyway." She paused, but then shrugged. "But I didn't check the label too closely. She might just go to a slave trader. Or maybe somebody will think she's some mummified fat pharaoh and throw her into a museum for kids to poke at."

The crowd laughed and clapped some more as a truck pulled up to the front. Right on time as Monica's rental time went up, the boys showed up on time to pick up her "package." They wheeled Sarah's crate into the back, ignoring the groans coming from inside as Monica went back to her fans, giving out autographs and soaking up praises for the show. She gave her card to a few especially eager fans among the family and friends, and Andrew was sure to post their picture on his Facebook that night.

It showed Andrew smiling widely, Monica having slung her arm around his head and squeezing him almost playfully into the side of her chest. A big lipstick mark was visible on his one cheek. The accompanying post read "Thanks to Sarah and her husband for that spicy wedding!"