Birthday Bash pt 2: Afterparty

sequel to the earlier story, which sounds like it got pretty popular. it's more of a humiliation story than a normal match, but if you like a plump girl getting embarrassed and beat up by younger guys and generally being made into a mess, good times for all

Sarah and her husband were on their way back from a fairly pleasant date. A talkative night over dinner and a decent movie, and they were having more fun tearing it apart on the ride home than they were actually watching it. While her husband drove, Sarah's cel phone went off. A brief conversation and she hung up, nodding to her husband.

"My brother just called," she sighed. "Andrew's at a party and he's supposed to be home by now. They wanted to know if I could pick him up since we're closer to the place than they are."

"And did you?" he asked.

"Of course! It's my brother! And I can't have him shoving that in mom's face next time at Thanksgiving!" she defended. She still hated the teenager and his pranks hadn't let up, though nothing as severe as the birthday party incident.

"What kind of party?" her husband asked as he turned the car to follow her directions.

"Well, considering they said they think he's drunk, it sounds like one he's not supposed to be at in the first place," she huffed. "Bunch of noisy teenagers that shouldn't be drinking either way..."

"Ah, I had my fun at that age," her husband smiled wistfully. "It's all harmless. Not that we're not getting him home," he added defensively. "Just don't be too hard on the little bastard."

Sarah smiled and shook her head. He knew the kind of trouble he put her through, and while it was all plenty funny to him, he sympathized and apologized after he'd laugh at her stories. At least he knew the boy had most of the blame, unlike most people who she told or even WITNESSED her suffering.

They reached the house where the music blasted and the lights were on all over the house. It wasn't deafening or shaking the walls, but there were certainly a bunch of rowdy kids of various ages. They all toted cups that were decidedly not see-through, preventing any authority figures from seeing what the kids at the front deck and throughout the house were drinking. The kegs and empty bottles inside were a pretty good clue, though, if the smell weren't enough for both of the adults to know better.

Sarah and her husband waded through the mess, asking a few kids before finding Andrew in the kitchen drinking with some friends.

"There you are!" Sarah barked at him. "Your mother's been worried sick! She said you refused to come home at all! Come on, we're going!"

His friends groaned or booed, but Andrew waved at them to calm down, even if his sloppy smile and clumsy hand-waving made it clear he was intoxicated. "Hey, hey, calm down. She's my cool aunt. Ain't that right, Auntie Sarah? Can't I stay for just a LITTLe longer? Then I'll go home. Promise!"

"What? No!" Sarah insisted. "This place is a mess and I won't just sit here and wait for you. Come on. In the car now!" She took Andrew's arm, trying to force him after her, but her husband set a hand on her arm.

"Alright, look, COOL Auntie Sarah," he offered. "How about we let Andy have one, ONE more drink..." He pressed the word, looking at both of the relatives as an enforcing mediator, making sure they both stuck to the idea. "Then he goes quietly with us. Agreed?"

Andrew's eyes lit up a bit excitedly as he smiled wide. A few kids started up a chant of "One more drink! One more drink!"

"Alright, fine!" Sarah blurted angrily. She pointed an accusing finger over at her husband. "But both of you boys had best behave."

"Perfectly," Andrew smiled, elbowing one of his friends and nodding at Sarah. They shared a few meaningful glances at eachother before one stepped forward.

"Hi, Dave Robinson," one friend introduced himself, offering Sarah a hand while Andrew started to fill up a fresh drink. "Were you the one at the birthday party? With the Mexican wrestler girl?"

Sarah groaned and rolled her eyes. "Yes, that was me," she grumbled. She was surprised as the boys and girls burst into excited smile and cheers, even more than the occasional burst of laughter. She recognized most of them from the part itself, but some looked completely new, suggesting word had quickly spread since the incident.

"Oh wow, that's amazing! Everyone still talks about that! You're a legend!" Dave blurted out excitedly.

"I was there!" piped up a blond girl. "That was incredible! I couldn't believe how good you made that look!"

Sarah realized that for all she knew, no one was made aware that it wasn't a show. They really must have thought she was some kind of stunt woman or underground wrestler. It was still embarrassing to hear the crowd eagerly praise and ask about her public beating and talent for taking a punch, but she decided it was better than the alternative and went with it.

"Do you mind a picture?" David asked first, starting a parade of copycats wanting the same. Sarah looked to her husband for approval, who smiled and lightly pushed at her back. She smiled and stepped forward, letting one of Dave's friends snap a picture off on his phone. The one taking the pic stepped in to hold out his phone and snap a "selfie" of them. The awkward angle meant he had to grab her around the waist and pull her close to him, and she wasn't perfectly comfortable with the close proximity and how her big breasts squashed into his chest, but she smiled anyway and got it over with.

But as they went on, the boys got no less handsy with her. She didn't know what to say about it, never being much of a celebrity before, but they kept hugging, grabbing, and squeezing her for their shots. Some of the shots were also taken a bit too high an angle for her liking, her simple dress unable to hide much of her enormous cleavage at that level.

And the boys and girls just got more touchy-feely from there. A dozen or so photos into it, she gasps and jumps as someone pinches her round ass. Her boobs hadn't stopped jiggling by the time she looked at the boy she was taking the picture with, but he was already thanking her and had his hands full as he was checking out the picture on his phone. She looked behind her where Andrew was nursing his drink, drawing it out and a number of his friends laughing with him. And more people walked back and forth through the kitchen to get their own drinks. It was impossible for her to tell who it was, so she let it go for now.

Except that it didn't stop with just one. She gave another high squeak when another unseen hand palmed her round ass, but she bit it back as she smiled for the camera. She spun around when it was through, but any apparent culprit of the goosing was gone. She'd hardly turned back when another boy walked by, giving her round ass a hard spank. She grabbed at her dress to keep its wild wobbling under control, only turning in time to see some other boy rush around the corner snickering. She took another pair of pictures, but let out a sharp "YOWWW!" at the next little surprise to her backside. She turned too clumsily and slow, ruining the first picture with her reaction caught on camera. She turned and found that stuck in her buttocks was a cocktail stick, forced to awkwardly pluck it out before trying the picture again.

She wasn't much of a fighter or even one to raise her voice (unless screaming in pain, apparently), and kept her mouth shut and kept smiling. One of the sloppy drunk girls even spilled a strong-smelling fruity drink down her cleavage, and no amount of napkins really got the stain or the smell out of her bosom. She assured them it was alright, just like she told the partying boy that bumped into her when he dropped a sticky chip covered in between her boobs. The second and third time it happened wasn't as funny, and she had to wind up pushing the hands away when they tried to go in after the chip.

"OHH!" She yelped loudly at one especially sharp booty pinch, taking a big helping of her round ass and twisting whatever it reached. She would have to check later in the shower if she had bruises back there! She'd had enough. She stormed back to the living room to find her husband, ready to make him force the young nephew to leave. He didn't look so keen to help, downing the last of his second bottle and talking up a small group of teenagers, all younger and skinnier than she was.

"That’s it!" she barked, stomping a foot in front of him and making her sloppy breasts bounce around. "We are leaving!"

"Oh, come now! Andrew's having fun, isn't he?" her husband smiled, a bit sloppily himself. One of the girls passed him a pair of bottles, and he impressed them by popping them open together with one hand. It was an old trick he'd once used to pick up Sarah so long ago. "Still got it!" he boasted before tapping the bottle heads together and passing one back to her, taking a pull from the other.

"Andrew can go to hell," she huffed, not daring to say to say so too loudly. "We're dragging him home if we have to. Him and his... disgusting friends can't keep their hands to themselves!"

"Sweetie, you're over-reacting," he assured her as he swallowed his mouthful of beer. "You're like a celebrity to them! Boys will be boys, after all, and they're just having fun with you."

"Well I'm not," she huffed, brushing some more chip crumbs from her chest.

Her husband chuckled and shook his head. "Well I can't have that. We'll leave really soon, I promise. In fact..." He reached into his pants pocket and produced the car keys, tossing them to her. "You're in charge now. Plus, I've had too many to drive now," he noted with another little snicker, the girls giggling along with him. She caught them in her hand, squeezing the keys angrily in her fist not so much at him but this whole situation. She wanted it over with, and dammit she was going to go end it now.

Sarah marched back into the kitchen, where she managed to find Andrew again still working on his drink (or perhaps he'd refilled it while she wasn't looking). "There you are!" she huffed, pointing at him sternly.

"Of course. I haven't moved since you found me," Andrew smiled proudly.

"We are going. Now!" she ordered.

"But my drink..."

"I don't care!" she huffed, red-faced and flustered without a single drink in her (though one or two were ON her, given the stains). She held up the keys to him like a badge of authority. "I'm driving, so if you want a ride, it's with me. Because I'm sure none of these kids ha-HEY!"

Andrew lashed out quickly, taking the keys from her raised hand before she knew what happened. She blinked at her empty hand stupidly for a moment while Andrew laughed proudly. "Wha... why you little brat! Give me those!"

"Better a little brat than a fat pig!" Andrew teased jovially, Sarah grabbing clumsily at the keys but he held them out of her reach. She groped for them blindly, but Andrew held her off long enough to throw them to one of his friends. They caught it and Sarah was left turning to try and catch them instead, only for them to keep the game of keepaway going.

"Haha! Piggy in the middle!" jeered Andrew as she scrambled after one of the other boys in a furious panic.

"This must be why you don't usually see whales on land," his friend mocked before throwing them over her head. She skidded to a stop and jumped to try and catch them, missing completely and only succeeding in making herself jiggle further. The boys actively started to throw them over her head, just to see her chubby form jump and miss them over and over, tits wobbling out of control in her dress.

"Not funny, Andrew!" Sarah fumed as she grabbed at them again.

"Looks pretty funny to me!" he laughed.

"Here, I can make it funnier," her friend Kevin offered, grabbing a toothpick from the table and as Sarah scrambled by for the keys again, he prodded her in the butt again. She yelped and spun around, losing track of the keys as she glared back at the boy. She turned back to Andrew, who had already passed off the keys but hid his hands behind his back. She shove and grabbed behind him, the snickering boy still hiding them only for her to look behind him, letting his other hand prod her in the ass with a cocktail stick.

She jumped and spun around again, the kids going back to tossing them again. Peter pretended to throw them to her, only for her to jump and catch the messy handful of salsa in her cleavage instead when he passed them off again.

"You give them to me!" she whined as if giving an overgrown tantrum, slapping at one boy's hand. He managed to quickly pass off the keys, but the wild slap knocking his beer from his hands instead. The group still laughed at it, and as Sarah turned to try and grab them in her pathetically fruitless chase, she slid on the puddle of beer she'd just spilled. She slipped and fell suddenly, thumping her head on the edge of the table, briefly going crosseyed before she collapsed on the floor.

There was a brief pause from the boys as the laughter calmed down, only for Andrew to squat down beside her and slap at her face. She groaned wearily and he flashed the other boys a thumbs up. "She's alive. Don't worry. Here, help me drag her upstairs. I can't carry this much weight on my own."

The boys pitched in, a foursome of them taking hold of whatever they could on the sloppy, unconscious curvy woman. They were all tipsy or outright drunk, and none of them organized about it, moving her up the stairs with all the efficiency of a few college kids moving a couch more than a person. It was all the more pronounced whenever they turned too sharply to try and fit up together, clunking her head noisily against the wall.

"No, left stupid," Andrew advised, the boys turning her the other way. Her head knocked against the banister with another loud thud. "Good enough," Andrew shrugged, starting to help heave her up again, ignoring the following bumps as her head hit the next few rails on the way up the steps.

"So what's the plan?" one of the other boys asked, Andrew nodding his head towards the bathroom with a grin. "Let's give her some water. That'll wake her up."

The other boys smiled back, and dragged her into the bathroom as Andrew instructed, propping her up in front of the toilet. Her head flopped limply against the seat, groaning and drooling witlessly.

"You sure she was the designated driver?" one of the boys asked, smiling down at the busty ragdoll.

"Not especially," Andrew shrugged. "Let's give her the wakeup call." He lifted Sarah by the hair, another boy lifting the seat and stuffing her face into the water and flushing it.

With some sputtering and choking, Sarah woke up suddenly and violently, trying to sit up while the boys held her head down, making her endure the full spiraling humiliation of the flush. They pulled back up with her coughing violently, spitting up some of the (thankfully clean) water into the toilet and onto her bulging wet breasts, her wet hair sticking to the sides of her face and hanging loosely.

"There's my fat weak auntie!" Andrew chimed, the boys laughing at her expense as she looked around dizzily, still dazed from being knocked out and then given a swirly from a bunch of drunk teenagers. "Did you have a good nap?"

"I'm sure she's used to being knocked out by now," laughed Peter, the friend who was throwing the party in the first place while his parents were away. "Just like at the last party she was at, right?"

"oh yea!" another boy agreed, smacking her ass derisively. Sarah could only groan and jiggle in reply to the abuse. "Fat Barbie, she called you. Was that your ring name or something, you weak old hog?"

"You act like she could even wrestle at all!" Andrew cut in. "She's just a big fat punching bag, aren't you?"

Sarah shook her head weakly, but she was too dazed to form a real reply. They dunked her face in again, her thrashing and trying to scream blowing up bubbles from the water as the boys laughed at her expense.

"See? She's always the best when she's getting her ass kicked," Andrew pointed out when they finally let her back up for air. "But she's so good at it!"

"Yea, the best loser in the business," another laughed as Sarah spat up more water while she was held up by her hair alone, not having the strength or balance to get to her feet under her own power.

"We should go save up and get that Monica girl out here again. Let her jump Miss Piggy here and have her way with her again."

"Nooo..." Sarah groaned out miserably, Andrew pulled back on her hair and tossing her so that her back landed against the wall. She sat there like a rag roll, weakly rubbing her aching head and the bumps that were growing on its surface.

"Well you don't get a vote," Andrew insisted at her. "You're the natural loser here. You're so good at it, you'd even lose the vote anyway." The boys laughed while Steve, one of the taller among the boys, rifled through the closet and grabbed a bottle from inside.

"How about we do her a little favor, guys?" he offered, but his clever smile still matched the rest of the group. "Let's give our queen hippo a makeover so she can hide from Monica when we send her out to get her. Make it a little fair at least."

Andrew saw the bottle, and its label for blue hair dye, smiling as he read. It must have been a leftover from a costume party that Pete's parents never felt like throwing out. "Yea, let's play dress up, Fat Barbie!" he gloated, the boys going to grab whatever they could. As a bunch of drunk teenage boys, they didn't know much about women’s hair products, but that seemed to work just as well for their goals.

Steve turned the bottle of die upside down over Sarah's head, splashing around and leaving random streaks of it in her wet hair. Steve dug his fingers into her scalp, scrubbing and pulling it into knots. She squealed and squirmed in his grasp, the dye mixing in unevenly into a sloppy mix of runny blue and dirty blond.

"Uhhnn, stop! Get off! Not my hair!" Sarah ranted, grabbing the edge of the bathtub and trying to push herself back up, unsteady and slow between her beating and her bulky, bosomy body. When she looked up, one of the boys had found a can of hairspray, blasting it into her eyes like a can of mace. It wasn't nearly so painful and debilitating, but Sarah couldn't tell the difference as she shrieked and immediately fell back over, bouncing briefly off the edge of the tub and landing back on the ground, clutching her face and wailing.

"I'm blind! I can't see!" she wailed, panicking at the chemical sting, though even the boys knew she was exaggerating.

"Well have a hair of the dog that bit you. That should help!" Andrew advised helpfully, motioning for the same boy to spray down her hair, the teens pulling, twisting and playing with her hair until it stuck out in wild directions and stayed that way.

The wet and sticky Sarah managed to wriggle free from their grasps, stumbling blindly for where she hoped the door was in her disoriented state. She instead scrambled tits-first into the wall, thumping off of it. She was already stunned when one of the boys grabbed her by the dress and punched her in the belly, Sarah releasing her breath in a satisfying WHUMP noise as his fist met her soft wall of fat.

"Stay in your seat, chunky," he ordered, holding onto her hair and the front of her dress (just above where her heaving breaths pumped her hefty breasts up and down). Peter grabbed the hem of her dress, yanking it up until it was over her head like a crude, blinding hood. He and one of his friends started slapping her wide bottom, the pantied butt jiggling with every smack so that it barely seemed to sit still.

She spun around trying to avoid the slapping, punching and pinching, but another boy was there as she was surrounded by her gleefully drunk tormentors. "Over here!" Andrew called with a wave to the boys, herding the blinded and helpless Sarah over to him and pushing her onto the toilet seat, sitting with her chubby legs splayed out shamelessly in front of teenagers. Two of the boys pulled off the dress entirely, then got to work on her fittingly giant bra.

Pete left the room quickly while Andrew took a marker from another comrade. He ordered the boys to hold down her arms while he popped the marker open, her weak struggling only making her bare breasts and stomach jiggle. Andy braced one hand on her big belly, holding the jiggling fat steady so that he could write "Fat Barbie" across the flesh with his sharpie.

Pete finally returned with a pair of handcuffs, the boys laughing at the fact that he owned them (even if they were fuzzy and pink). They forced the topless Sarah back upright and her hands behind her back, Peter clasping the cuffs on to leave her utterly helpless, on top of being a ridiculous-looking mess. She seemed to have just enough sight and balance recovered for them to force-march her back downstairs, the party quickly bursting into laughter at the ridiculous sight.

Andrew waved for quiet, and directed more guests quietly. They split off, the boys and girls giggling as they set up the snack table, as well as a few more for good measure.

At last, they spun Sarah around in several quick circles, leaving her dizzied and even more off balance. "Okay, Sarah! Time for a party game! It's called 'hunt for the car keys,' and I think you'll like it. Well... WE'LL like it. But at least you'll like the prize."

The kids laughed as Andy waved at the table in front of her. There were several big bowls there of variously appetizing things. Punch and dip, of course, but more had been added; mustard and ketchup, whipped cream, dog food. Some of the girls had even arranged some powdered laundry soap from the garage.

"We hid the car keys in one of the bowls. You have to get them out without your hands. If you do, we take off the handcuffs and I'll go home. Deal?"

Sarah looked wearily at the bowls, tired and dizzy and confused and aching all over. She just wanted the night over with. "Fine," she muttered, the party cheering for her, her husband included as he clapped from his seat on the couch.

"Annnnd go!" Andrew declared.

Sarah went for the easy way out, hurrying to the punch bowl and slapping her face into it. The teens burst into laughs and cheers as she gulped and sloshed around, her face looking like a fat discolored fish through the glass of the punch. Of course, with her lack of foresight, the fact that the bowl was see-through was a dead giveaway that the keys were not inside.

After some pawing around with her lips and teeth, she finally came back up. Her hair was now mixed with blue and the red of the punch, much of her spiked up hair drooping and sloppy. "Go! Go! Go! Go!" the party chanted, urging on Sarah's urge to rush through this.

"AWWWW!" The crowd gave a mix of delighted and disgusted reactions as Sarah thrust her face into the mess of wet dog food, shoving around in the slop. She hesitated to do so, but after a moment she opened up her mouth, gagging as she pushed through the sloppy meat and juices.

"Put a leash on that bitch!" somebody called over the laughter.

"Dig in there, Sarah! I bet it's in there!"

"Go, Fat Barbie! Go!"

"So that's where she puts on all the weight!"

Sarah came up at last gasping for air, face coated in the dull brown sauce. She gave a quick shake of her head, unable to wipe her eyes and whipping some of the gravy off of her face. Her face was an expression of pure disgust, but the chubby wife pushed on as the punch and grease stained her jiggling tits as she dashed to the next one.

She added to her disgusting mask as she splatted her face into ketchup and mustard bowl, and splashed her face into the thick and sticky dip, all with the same results. Nothing but a mess to be found in there.

"You almost got em, sweetie!" her husband called, idly playing with the car keys in his pocket. Andrew had passed them off to him while she was being spun around, but he wasn't one to ruin her fun. At least her husband wasn't going to be called a party pooper.

Sarah slapped her face into the pile of whipped cream next, splashing the stuff everywhere nearby as kids backed off to try and avoid the extra mess. She came up coated in it like a layer of shaving cream was smeared over her.

"Aww man! She looks like a clown after a bukakke!" one boy laughed over the crowd. Sarah spat out a lump of the fluff before dreading the last pile. At least maybe it would help clean her up a bit. She stuck her face into the bowl containing the pile of soap flakes, immediately backing out and coughing loudly. It smelled strongly, especially mixed with the rest of her sloppy face and breasts, and the chemicals stung her already reddened eyes.

"Come on! Get the keys!" the kids encouraged, Sarah biting down the discomfort and general aches before buying their lies. The round gullible blond stuck her face into the mess again, shaking her head around and shoving the soap all over herself and the floor.

"Wow, I loved this episode of Double Dare," snickered one boy watching her while the crowd cheered and laughed. Sarah lifted her head at last, panting and spitting out bits of soap, some of which started to foam up in her mouth when mixed with her spit.

"It's not in here!" she whined dizzily.

"Guess you better try them all again!" Andrew laughed, the crowd cheering for more... except for one.

Peter's mother stood in the door, keys to the house still in hand as she tapped her foot, staring daggers at the party's host. He smiled and waved at her innocently, trying to hide his nervousness. Her eyes couldn't help but wander over to Sarah, her face smeared in white powder and God knows what else so as a mother, she naturally feared the worst.

The kids quieted down and Sarah finally looked at her in her punchdrunk state. "It's just a party game..." she slurred clumsily, exhausted and sore from the night's events.

Peter's mom bit her lip and stormed up to her, the well-dressed woman's high heels clacking over the floor. "You fat, stupid, irresponsible-" she snarled before one solid punch cracked into Sarah's jaw, making her spin in a complete circle before she fell to the floor with a dull splat from all the substances on her half-naked body. She was out cold. "Everyone! Out!" the mother barked. "And take your pig with you!"

The kids were quick to scatter before she got angry enough to call the police, and Andrew and Sarah's husband propped the dumbstruck and unwilling party guest. She was still topless, messy and barely able to move on her own, so each held up an arm.

"This would be easier if we got those cuffs off," her husband grunted as he hefted his wife along in nothing but her panties and a scattered layer of filth and food.

"They were Pete's," Andrew admitted with a shrug. "He had the keys."

"Fair enough," her husband shrugged. "She likes to have fun, really. Sarah just doesn't do well with parties. Hold her while I get the door." He shrugged off Sarah to her nephew while he pushed a few things over in the back seat. Andrew moved her in awkwardly, feigning a trip so that her head thumped against the hard rubber of the car door's edge. Sarah's head lolled with it like a punching bag, gurgling dizzily in his grip.

"Well at least she's still awake in there somewhere," her husband smiled, patting her on her shoulder and buckling her in. "We'll clean her up when she's home and she'll be good as new. Just don't tell anyone I drove her home, you hear?"

"Totally," Andrew grinned back, the two boys smiling as they started up the car. Sarah was barely coming to, an aching and sticky mess as Andrew shook his head.

"Sorry if she got a little out of control there," Andrew apologized for HER. "She was a lot of fun, but she's so goofy sometimes."

"Yea, well if your friend needs someone to help clean up, we can send her over. After the spectacle she made of herself, least she could do, I think."

"Yea, running around naked, eating all that food, using up all that hairspray and die... made a real hog of herself."

"Well she'll sleep it off, and I'm sure she'll apologize in the morning."

Birthday Bash

a recent commission I did in practically record time. wrote up real fast as a string of moves. one-sided fight, and cartoony extreme violence but little real blood or cursing, as per request. odd little bit of fun!

Sarah was attending her nephew's birthday party, despite her conflicted interests. The teen was something of a brat, and for some reason especially toward herself. Ever since he was small, any reason to prank, trick, fool, or "punk" her was just the high point of comedy for him. The adults all took it as a running joke at this point, and she never got any long term damage or problems from any of it. A stink bomb in her car, some worms in her underwear drawer, a bucket of water over her doorframe, catching a big beetle just to throw it down her enormous cleavage, forwarding obnoxious emails to her... no matter how much he did to her, the rest of the family laughed it off.

"You're just too gullible, Sarah. You should know better by now."

"Boys will be boys. Let him have his fun."

"There could have been paint in that bucket. You know he doesn't mean any harm by it."

So there she was, obliged to show up to the party she was invited to; not so much for the invitation, but knowing that the rest of the family was going to be there. She wore a simple dress, conservative with her stockings and some high heels. Even with the modest attire, she was clearly a curvy girl. Big, soft, and busty, she was a dream come true for the right kind of boy. Instead, there were a bunch of kids and their families invited as well, running around and talking up a storm. Andy's parents had gone all out on this party. He was turning 14, no special number but apparently he'd insisted that this birthday be perfect. And of course, his parents were well-off enough to give the boy just what he wanted.

It was all well and good for Andrew, the cheery little jerk, but it also meant no discipline to keep him from making her life miserable. Still, the kids got one of those inflated bouncy castles, a new miniature basketball hoop, a big buffet of admittedly good food, and a few simple games set up in the back yard (beanbag toss and kiddy things like that, though some of the other adults got into it too). Andrew's mom was everywhere with a video camera as well, getting birthday wishes from relatives and watching the kids wrestling around in the grass or on the swingset, or just play playing video games in the living room. It looked like it could be a blast for everyone, though she didn't have such high hopes for herself.

Andrew had smiled and waved at Sarah when she'd entered, getting that same sour look and half-hearted smile she'd given him lately. That alone was enough to get an even bigger smile on his face, knowing how much trouble he'd caused her. Her bother was his treasure, and today was going to be his crown jewel of those treasures. His parents were already insisting on filming most of it on the family's digital camcorder, and he was entirely for it. He told them he wanted to remember this one forever.

He'd also asked for a little extra spending money. He swore to them it would all go towards the party, since he had a special surprise entertainment for everyone in mind. He'd even ask for less presents if they let it happen! His parents took it as more of a sweet gesture to his guests than a possible prank in the making, and gladly went with his offer. He promised everyone a surprise show right at 6pm, when everyone had eaten but they were still sticking around for the surprise.

Just before the appointed time, Andrew excused himself for the bathroom and went out front. A few of the adults chuckled and mused about how he planned to surprise them after that paper-thin excuse for his entertainment. He went out front to a car, outdated but still fairly expensive-looking, pulling into the busy driveway. Out came a fairly tall woman, about 5'10 by her online profile. Her skin was a rich-looking brown of cinammon, her curly hair a slightly darker shade hanging just shy of her shoulders. She wore a light jacket over a tank top with a fireball patterned on the chest, and latex pants over boots that made her profession all the more clear. Andrew grinned at the sight of her, not only tall but broad. She was clearly a woman with some muscle, and one who had trained to throw another woman through a table.

Monica "Chilli Powder" Rodriguez was a freelance professional wrestler. She had been in and out of a few leagues, always received positively as one of the toughest and baddest heels they could muster. When other leagues started a bidding war for her contract, she decided to go with just that: put herself up for sale online as a wrestler for hire. Now she was making more money than ever, making guest appearances in pro leagues, talk shows, webcam shows, backyard wrestlers, or whoever could afford her. Among them, perverts and parties of fanboy kids like this one. Monica couldn't have said no if she tried, though; he was clearly a fan of her work from his email, and he had the perfect wrestling partner for her.

Apparently this Sarah girl was a big time jobber. In the business, that meant that she was built to lose and look good doing it. It was always Monica's preference to dish out the pain rather than take it, and he promised her she was like a walking punching bag. She'd sell the hurt and roll with the punches she she'd never really feel the bumps she took.

Andrew handed her the cash, Monica giving a casual glance at the big bills before tucking into her car's glove box. "So Sarah's already back there?" Monica asked, her accent noticeable but her English perfectly clear. Andrew smiled, recalling how she'd trained back in Mexico, where they took their wrestling very seriously.

"Back at the party and ready. I left plenty of stuff for you to use, and everybody's eaten and played with everything, so really go nuts. She loves being the center of attention like that, and so long as you try to hurt her, she'll make it look nice and real. She's "

"Sounds fun," Monica smiled. It wasn't strictly a preference in her wrestling when she was the one dishing out the pain. She was a downright sadist, sometimes. "Hope she's good enough to take my kind of heat."

"Absolutely," Andrew smiled, shaking her strong, calloused hand. "This is going to be great."

Sarah was picked at the leftover food, musing about how they always made too much. She took another plate of the chocolate cream pie, looking for whatever show he was planning to be over so she could slip out and go home. A few other guests noted the rapidly marching Monica entering the backyard, leaping over the fence with Andrew hurrying along after her, assuring it was part of the show. She walked with determination towards Sarah, not even breaking stride to pick up a folding chair along the way. Sarah was facing away from her when Monica picked up speed and swung the flat folding chair right into the back of her head.

"UAGHHH!" Sarah spit out her mouthful of cake as she stumbled forward, smacking briefly into the table (tits first, of course, with her build), and bouncing off to land on her side in the grass, groaning and holding her head.

"You like that?!" Monica shouted down at her theatrically, waving the chair in the air. "That's what you GET when you mess with me!!" Monica stomped one of her thick wrestling boots into Sarah's side, knocking the wind out of her with a big clumsy "OOFF!" Andrew was right; this pretty little blond knew how to make it look real.

Of course, the crowd clapped and whistled to urge on and praise the action scene. Only Andrew and Sarah knew that she wasn't a part of the show. Even Monica had been fooled by the boy, or as far as Sarah knew perhaps she was in on it and didn't care who she hurt. It was enough to leave her dazed and hurt all the same, staring dizzily up at Monica as she grinned maliciously and grabbed onto her hair.

Sarah gave a shrill wail as Monica forced her back to her feet. "No laying around on the job, fatty!" Monica growled, to the giggles of the crowd. "Time to beat that giant butt back into shape!"

The kids had a real laugh at the last line, even as Monica delivered a few hooking fists into Sarah's soft belly. Sarah grunted huskily with each shot, making her bend over and stick her aforementioned "giant butt" out as her breasts jiggled in her dress. The Mexican pro took hold of one arm, turning quickly and whipping Sarah behind her. Sarah shrieked in a panic as she stumbled across the yard, thrashing her arms for balance and trying to stop. Of course, her clumsy attempts didn't prevent her from smashing noisily into a collection of more metal folding chairs. They were all empty, of course. Apart from a few partygoers a few seats away, Monica was a pro and knew to keep the innocents out of the way.

The innocent and gullible Sarah crashed into the chairs and went down almost instantly in a loud, metallic mess. She was utterly sore and dumbfounded already, no idea who this woman was (though a few of the muttering fathers recognized her, apparently) and her head sore before she even saw Monica's face.

"What's the matter, chica?!" Monica laughed loudly. "Not so tough when you don't have the jump on somebody? You sick, cheating little piggy!"

The crowd was all laughs and smiled at Sarah's beating. The family all knew she was a sweet girl and wouldn't do anything of the sort. All the more reason for them to believe it was a... well, a play or a show. Or maybe an improvised wrestling match Sarah had agreed to. It was a long time since their age when kids got clowns or magicians, after all.

Monica was on top of Sarah before she knew it, which wasn't all that quickly given how bad a daze Sarah was in after a lot of collisions with folding chairs as of late. Monica forced her back up, at least into a bent-double position. Monica hooked her arm around Sarah's head, grabbing the bottom of her dress like a handle. With a big grunt, Monica showed off her superior strength as she lifted the chubby Sarah into the air over her head, only to fall backward and smash her expertly into the snack table. The flimsy thing cracked into pieces at the impact, and more noticeably splashed Sarah with chips, half-emptied sodas, and some melted nacho cheese.

"Auuugh!! Oh my god..." Sarah muttered as she felt the soda and dip soak into her clothes and skin. She wiped off what she could, but her body wasn't responding as quickly as she'd like, and even then it was never especially speedy. She smeared in as much as she removed, and Monica rolled up to stand at her feet.

"That all you got?" she puffed, pacing herself for a long beating just like she'd offered the birthday boy (who was smiling ear to ear, elbowing and pointing with his friends and family). She grabbed one of Sarah's legs, stretching it out that the dress clung to her lower thighs. The one high heel had fallen off, making it even harder for her to stand on her own power anyway. Monica decided to add one more reason for her to stay down, stomping the heel of her boot right between her legs.

"AWWW!" Sarah gave a nice convincing scream as she doubled up and grabbed for her flattened crotch, rolling like a child having a tantrum on the dirty grass.

"It's so sweet of her to agree to this," Andrew's mom noted to the mother of one of Andrew's friends. "She's usually a bit of a stick in the mud, but it's good to see her let go so Andy can have his fun."

With Sarah too busy trying to wipe the mess off herself and get her chubby legs back under her, Monica scouted the area for some fresh Hell to put her through. She spotted just the thing; Andrew's parents had trimmed their rose bushes recently, and a big pile of thorny branches and twigs were piled up near a corner of the yard, a short fence around it all it to keep any pets and kids out of it.

"Come on, fat Barbie," Monica growled through a Cheshire grin. "You're about to help me with painting the roses red." Some of the younger kids giggled at the rather dated Disney reference, but Monica got to work dragging Sarah to her feet. Monica took a handful of her hair and the busty blond staggered after her like a drunken dog on a leash. The crowd chuckled and pointed at her messy and dripping dress that clung to her big hips and hanging bosom.

Monica stopped short of the tiny fence and shoved Sarah's head under her arm to set up another power move. The crowd gasped and cheered as they realized what was going to happen. The voices peppered in a mix of "oh no!"s, but far more "do it!" and "oh now way!" The malicious crowdpleaser had no choice, really... not that she wouldn't have otherwise. She hooked a hand under Sarah's knee, lifting her up with a grunt of effort and slamming her back down, landing her ass and tailbone right on top of the collection of thorns.

It was the liveliest that Sarah had been for the entire fight, springing to her feet with several of the larger, sharper-looking branches stuck in her cheeks through the dress. The crowd laughed at the cartoonish bit of violence, Monica laughing proudly and taking the moment to turn to the crowd for some quick flexing and posing.

"Who wants to see Sarah suffer some more?!" she called as Sarah hopped up and down childishly and held her backside, delicately plucking the thorny branches from her butt. The crowd roared in universal approval, the kids especially enthused about the private action scene in Andy's backyard. Even with her painful pick-me-up, Sarah was still easy pickings for Monica to grab her by both arms and rip them behind her back.

Sarah moaned out painfully, kicking her feet frantically but Monica proving far stronger than her, not only keeping her from escaping but holding her up when her feet fumbled out from beneath her. Monica kept her double arm twister in place as she forced Monica to walk back towards the crowd, clearly powerless in her grip with her huge tits thrusts out and stretching her dress.

"Hey, you," Monica called to one of the kids. Jimmy was one of the smaller among the boys, and if his big happy smile the whole time she was here hadn't made it clear, he was a big fan of wrestling. "Wanna see why they call me 'Chilli Powder? Reach in my boot on the side there." Jimmy nodded eagerly, getting a few encouraging shoves forward from his friends before he trotted over, a loose part of her boot opening to bring out a packet of spicy seasoning, the kind of powder that came with tacos at the supermarket.

"I brought my own snacks in case you weren't ready for me," Monica grinned, getting some laughs from the crowd and a blushing smile as Jimmy got his first crush. "Now when I tell you, let her get a big faceful of that, okay?" Jimmy nodded speechlessly, and with one more smile the big Mexican woman lifted Sarah up with both hands around her neck, chokeslamming her down into the nearby dirt with an audible THUD! "Give it to her, amigo!" Monica called to Jimmy, who ripped the packet open and turned it upside down over Sarah's face. She had just started to wearily open her eyes when the powder splashed into her eyes and face. There was a quick puff of it as she screamed in horrified pain, the crowd laughing again at her slapstick-like suffering. Flour or sand in her eyes would have been bad enough, but the chilli powder BURNED! She clawed at her face, spitting out what had stuck to her tongue or lips in disgust. She wiped some of it off her tongue with her hand, ignoring that the dirt and grass that stuck to her sweaty skin replaced it.

"Thanks, buddy," Monica said with a firm hi-five for Jimmy's assistance, letting him hurry back to his friends as the towering Mexican went back to Sarah, giving a short hop before letting her elbow drop across Sarah's bouncing tits. "UMMFF!" Sarah blurted as the elbow squashed her tits and knocked the wind out of her, eyes still watering from her last onslaught.

"Wa-wait," Sarah wheezed out, clutching her bouncing boobs as she tried to cough for air. "No... no more..."

"More! More!" Cheered the kids, and a few of the adults along with them.

"You heard the folks, lardass," Monica smiled, loving how exaggerated a ham this jobber was. It even felt real to Monica. She climbed up to her feet, holding onto Sarah's arm and leaving her halfway up, limply hanging from her wrist. Monica gave a rising growl as she sprinted a short distance towards the house, stopping sharply and whipping Sarah's hand forward. It flung the shrieking Sarah straight into the back door, slamming into it before realizing it was a screen door, and in no way would it hold her weight. She crashed right through the thin mesh, tearing the netting down with her as she crashed into a heap in the living room.

Sarah coughed and groaned on the wooden floor, trying to drag herself away weakly, but barely able to budge with her big rump wiggling in the air.

"There you are! No leaving the party early!" Monica crowed behind her. Sarah tried to crawl twice as fast, but Monica grabbed her by the ankle. Her stockings were wet and muddy, and her heels had been lost some time ago somewhere out in the yard. The bigger woman dragged her heavy form back across the wood, wincing as her tits were scraped and bounced across the painfully slick floor. Monica planted a boot into her back, pinning her to the floor as she reached to the nearby fireplace, grabbing one of the iron pokers.

"Let's hear you squeal NOW, piggy!" Monica gloated as she slid the metal bar over her head and pulled up, driving it straight into Sarah's windpipe. By now most of the crowd had followed the action into the house, no one wanting to miss a moment of the show. Monica wrenched up on the poker, strangling Sarah until she was a drooling mess, wheezing for mercy and her eyes bulging in fear. Monica milked it for a while, shaking it up and down to give Sarah tiny breaths of air just to make her struggle longer.

Finally she held the invasive piece of metal in place over her throat, Sarah giving a few last sputters as spittle ran down her messy face before going limp in Monica's grip. Monica gave her another shake or two to be sure before letting go, Sarah flopping to the floor with a dull noise like a rag doll.

"Oh man, is she out!?" one of the kids asked, Monica took her by the hair and lifted it up, letting her punchdrunk face loll in front of them listlessly before Monica let go and her blond-topped skull bouncing harmlessly off the floor.

"What this?" Monica teased in her thickly accented voice. "Not this cheating old weasel. She can't fool me. Whatya say we give her a wakeup call?" The crowd cheered for more of the impressive beatdown as Sarah kept limp in her hands. She was apparently really acting her heart out, though she never would tell her secret to the show when they asked later. Even after the show stopping performance as a professional punching bag, he kept up her innocent act.

Monica gave Andrew one more glance, checking for his approval as the young prankster smiled wider and nodded. Anything she wanted! Monica skimmed the living room briefly before seeing the perfect tool. By the look of the place, they could clearly afford it. Monica propped Sarah up on her knees, then rushed forward and smashed her face into the flat screen TV. It bounced off with a dull, plastic thud, a barely audible gurgle coming from Sarah's  limp body. "Nobody home? Maybe I should knock harder!" Monica boomed, swinging her head with a knot of hair as a handle. Sarah's face bounced loud and hard off the television a few more times before she burst through the screen, the shards of plastic and glass flying loose around her.

Monica quickly let go and stepped back, switching the remote on. The TV powered on suddenly, and Sarah twitched and spasmed like she was having a seizure as the burning lights and shocking electricity ran through her. Monica kept her distance to let the electricity do the work for her, giving her a good, long 15 seconds of people laughing and cheering on the cartoonish light show she put on. "Must be her first time," Monica taunted. "I was the same way when I was first on TV!"

The crowd laughed as Monica turned it off, leaving the squirming and twitching Sarah buried up to her neck in the appliance. She was in such awful shape she couldn't even make a token effort to keep her skirt down, the wet dress riding up her legs and back to shamelessly flash her panties to the crowd. Some of the adults considered telling her so when the Mexican bruiser stepped in, grabbing her by the back of her dress and yanking her back to her knees. The laughter spiked again as Sarah coughed out a few puffs of black smoke, charred here and there on her face with black patches. Most noticeably, her hair was frizzed out like a cartoon mad scientist in every direction, and by the dazed look on her face she wasn't even aware of it in the slightest.

Monica let go of Sarah's limp body, letting her flop to her knees and then back onto her face and tits again. The pro fighter went looking for more fun, quick to find it as she grabbed the large staple gun Andrew's parents had been using for decorations. The crowd gasped excitedly as she inspected her newest toy, then handed it off to another of Andrew's friends. "Hold onto that a sec," she advised before going back after Sarah. She propped her up on her knees again, wrapping her arms under arm armpits and pulling them up over her head in a simple full nelson.

"Come on. Pick a favorite target and take a shot,  kiddo!" Monica shook Sarah in place, making Sarah's chest jiggle temptingly inside her wet and dirty dress, clearly drawing the young Kyle's eye to her wobbling cleavage. The rest of the families and friends urged him on, and he finally shoved the stapler up against one of Sarah's fat funbags and there was a metallic CHUNK! Sarah instantly twitched and shouted as it punched into her tender breast meat, kicking her feet behind her like she was going through an overgrown tantrum. The crowd admired her display of toughness, or maybe just a slight of hand by Monica to make the stapling sound and look so real. "Yeaaa, see how much that hurts, kid? So don't play with that at home, alright?" Monica offered helpfully before turning back to her opponent/victim.

"Ah good! You're awake!" Monica played up her reaction, slapping at Sarah's cheeks playfully, if a bit more rough than she had to. "Still got that crazy bedhead I see. And still got your slop from your snack on your bib." The crowd laughed at her joke as she brought both hands around one of Sarah's, twisting her arm behind her back and forcing her to march into the bathroom. "Let's clean you up, huh?"

She bullied Sarah bodily into the bathroom, spacious as one might expect from a well-off family like Andrew's. A few of her newfound fans could have followed her inside, but they preferred to huddle around the doorway and let Monica have her space to work her showmanship. The Mexican brawler made good on their expectations, leading Sarah to the toilet and kicking out one of her legs. She forced the arm bar a bit more, getting Sarah's face to twist in crippling agony before she suddenly grabbed her head, shoving it through the seat and into the toilet water. Sarah thrashed and gurgled frantically, the loud splashing and bubbling heard by all who laughed at the childish but effective punishment.

"Don't worry, they flushed!" Monica laughed assuringly to the crowd. "Guess you can lead a horseface to water but can't make her drink!" She lifted Sarah up after a few frantic seconds, her face and hair wet. It had the benefit of letting Sarah's hair fall back into its loose, sane shape, but that was about it as she coughed and spat up the toilet water.

"What's that, doggy? You want another drink?!"

"N-nuh-!" Sarah managed to sputter, but choked on the mouth and nose full of water before she was dunked again, Monica twisting and shaking the hair in her hands to make sure she screamed through the shallow water, finally flushing it to let the spiraling water slap at her face before refilling around her.

"Alright, done with your rinse, piggy princess!" Monica mocked her, Sarah too busy spitting and sneezing out water to respond at all. "Ready for your massage?" She shoved Sarah back at the toilet, backward this time to leave her shamefully propped up on it like a drunk that had wandered into the house, her head lolling, her entire upper body soaking, and legs spread out at her sides with no regard for the view up her dress or her torn up stockings. Monica still climbed up and straddled her lap, holding Sarah's shoulder for balance with no fear or regard for the mess she was covered in. The seasoned pro unleashed a barrage of punches into her forehead and face, hitting her like a jackhammer as the crowd cheered and whistled wildly, some starting to count along with the punches as fast as they could keep up.

By the time she stopped, Sarah's pretty face was dotted with bruises and small welts, and her head rolled as if she was trying to trick Monica into thinking she was now wrestling a scarecrow. Her one eye was starting to swell, and she groaned dizzily as the beating left her mouth hanging open, drooling stupidly over herself. Monica grabbed her by the chin as she finally stopped, fetching the nearby bar of soap with her other hand and cramming it into her mouth, twisting and scrubbing it rapidly to get up a good, disgusting lather in Sarah's mouth.

"Mad dog!" giggled Andrew, pointing at the foaming mouth left on Sarah as she gagged on the bar of soap, earning his own share of laughs from the endlessly amused crowd. His parents would have to congratulate him on his choice of entertainment later. Monica grabbed her hair and dress again as leverage, swinging Sarah across the bathroom and hurling her right into the shower. She became tangled up in the shower curtain, crashing right through it and landing in a mess of thick plastic in the tub.

Sarah scrambled awkwardly, trying to pull herself up but tangled in the plastic sheet and slipping on the wet porcelain. Monica had to let out a big sadistic laugh at her pathetic look, especially with the soap still buried in her mouth and wedged between her teeth. The big blond would be tasting it and picking out pieces from her morals for days, but it was the least of her concerns right now. Monica advanced on her again, and with Sarah down and helpless, she stomped the sole of her boot onto her neck, Sarah's own bare feet kicking helplessly and her face turning all sorts of amusing colors as Monica held her foot in place, choking her under foot.

When Sarah's thrashing died down, Monica climbed into the shower after her, leaning down to drag the blond into a bent double position, the Mexican's strong arms wrapped around her midsection. "Not the first time you've been in the shower with another girl, huh you little tramp?" she mocked, slapping at her jiggling butt a few times before going for the big one. She had to grunt in effort to lift the fat girl again, but she offered no resistance or aid as she was limp and powerless in her grip. It was harder but all the more affective for her to piledrive Sarah's skull straight down into the hard porcelain with a hollow CLUNK!

Sarah flopped out in the middle of the tub as soon as she hit, and a much smaller thumping noise sounding shortly after. There was a howl of laughter and cheers from some of the crowd, the rest joining in as they realized what had happened. The soap was still stuck in her mouth, and the power move had made her mouth slam shut, swallowing half the bar of soap as the other half popped out into the tub on its own.

"One more fat broken Barbie!" Monica gloated, standing up over the comatose-looking Sarah. "Whatya think?" she addressed the crowd of won-over fans. "Think she's had enough? Or faking us out again?"

"Fake out!" the kids and a number of the adults shouted happily. Monica grinned and nodded to them, and stomped her boot heel down hard onto Sarah's soft gut. She twitched and let out a sickly gurgle, but made no effort to fight back. It did, however, get a few bubbles to pop out of her lips from the mix of soap and her saliva. Monica blew at them to send them towards the kids like Sarah was her sadistic bubble wand, and the young boys and girls popped them with their fingers.

"Dirty piglet couldn't keep anything out of her mouth in the end!" Monica laughed. "Well one more thing left to clean you up!" With Sarah's hem of her dress flipped up from the mayhem and showing her panties, Monica grabbed her waistband and a bottle of shampoo. She stretched them out, keeping the naughty view from the crowd while still shoving the shampoo bottle down there, squeezing it hard and emptying it into the ass and groin of her panties, Sarah seeming too out of it to even react to the thick mess of blue goo in her pants. She pulled it back out to the amusement of the giggling onlookers, splashing the last squirt across her face and chest.

"There! Your pig to clown makeover's all done!" Monica gloated, getting another laugh when she bent down, grabbing the soggy and sloppy Sarah and slinging her over her shoulder. Now let's get you out of here. You're making a mess of this nice little birthday boy's house!"

"Oh, I don't mind! Really!" Andrew insisted with his overwhelmingly delighted grin.

Monica opened the back door (despite the screen still missing) and started exit, but slammed the door shut suddenly just on front of her. It banged on her head once, bouncing back off and Sarah squeaking in surprised pain. "Ah, there you go, party pooper!" Monica chimed before heaving Sarah off of her shoulder in front of her. "Now you're awake for the milking!"

"Milk... wha?" Sarah mumbled clumsily, propped up by Monica once again.

"Yea, and you get to be the cow!" She slammed the door shut again, this time crushing Sarahs' bountiful breasts between the door frame and the door itself. Sarah squealed loudly in agony as her jugs were mashed repeatedly, her painful writhing making the shampoo squish and leak out from between her thighs.

"Come on, cows don't squeal, ya stupid piggy!" Monica teased, smacking her ass as her head was stuck in the vice that was the back door. "Even if you didn't pick that up from country music, I'd think you've at least know from Sesame Street! Actually, that reminds me. You have a guitar here, yea?"

Andrew nodded and quickly darted into the other room. Monica remained a showman, and knew not to let the match cool down too much. She slammed a few forearms over Sarah's aching back, getting some more pained groans out of her. It reached an even higher pitch when Monica knelt down and slammed her fist up between her legs, getting a bitch "OHHH!" of excited sympathy-pain from the audience. Sarah made a very similar noise as she scrambled to cup her crotch, made more difficult with the frame of the screen door in her way trapping her.

"How can you miss a butt that big?" Monica jeered before Andrew tapped her on the arm and handed off his acoustic guitar. He'd gotten a new one for his birthday, this one starting to fall apart anyway. It was perfect for what Monica was thinking, and Andrew had known her to wield one in a few of her pro matches. Monica stepped through the open space in the broken screen door, testing the weight of the guitar before she slid the door open. Sarah's bulky body instantly started to stagger forward, Monica taking a huge baseball swing to crush it right over her head.

There was a loud crash of wood and a snapping of guitar strings around Sarah's head, as if she'd fallen head-first into an orchestra pit. She was seeing stars even after her head was smashed through the guitar completely, her shoulders stopping the body of it as it fit around her neck like a ridiculous tie.

Or a leash, for that matter, as Monica demonstrated as she grabbed the neck of the guitar and lead Sarah around by it. She pulled her back into the yard, yanking sharply before she swung a big punch into her gut. Sarah's belly jiggled and the big blow made her feet leave the ground completely before she thumped right back down to her bare feet on the grass. The wind knocked right out of her, she held her gut and gasped as she tried to get air back into her lungs. Before she could, she felt Monica grab her ears and rear back, suddenly smashing into her with a brutal headbutt. The crowd erupted in wild cheers as the impact shattered the remains of the guitar around her head, different splinters and shards falling over her as she staggered backward, barely staying standing. Sarah was unable to stand in one place at this point, stumbling drunkenly with her face a mess of bruises, sludge and debris, nacho cheeze and shampoo sloppily piled in her panties and cleavage.

"Finish her!!" a few of the kids shouted in sync, and got some supporting whistles applause from the rest of the audience. Monica raised a proud fist to them before she charged at full speed for Sarah, spearing her right into her soft belly. She hit hard enough that her breast popped right out of her dress, her purple bra jiggling like mad to keep herself inside. It all stopped suddenly when she crashed into the dessert table behind her, cracking it in half and pudding and punch spilling over her messily. Monica sat up and casually brushed some crumbs and mess from her hair, Sarah clearly taking the brunt of it. Whipped cream and pie stained her ass and arms, and the punch painted her skin an off red. She looked fast asleep, head lolled to one side and eyes shut and showing the various messy bruises. Monica threw herself on top of her, grabbing one chunky leg and folding it up. The kids that didn't giggle at Sarah's tasteful panty shot counted aloud for her.

"1! 2! 3!!!" One of the mothers playfully banged a spoon against one of the pots like a ring bell, Monica rising up with both fists over her head. She bent down to slap at Sarah's face, getting no reply as she seemed beyond waking this time.

"S'what you get when you cross the best, you dumb blond blob," she panted to her, but smiled as the workout was one of the funnest she'd ever had. As one more treat, she went and picked Sarah over her shoulder in a fireman carry, lugging her past the rose bushes. She found just what she was looking for; a mound of coffee grounds, dead plants, worms, egg shells, rotten fruit, and other unmentionable filth. With a timely heft and slam, she spiked the KOed Sarah head-first into the compost heap. She was left with her big ass up in the air, limply propped up by her face buried in the thick and awful stuff.

The event was praised as the crowning moment of the night. Andrew was praised for his brilliant planning, and Monica was quickly handed a towel and thanked over and over by every guest (at least the ones who were still conscious). The kids were lining up to take photos and get autographs, and she was in more than high enough spirits to pass them out, lifting the boys up on her shoulders and flexing for their cameras.

Sarah was left to sleep it off for the night in the compost heap, nobody quite motivated enough to go and pick her out of it. Of course, some of the kids still took the time to toss some of the leftover deviled eggs at her butt, with some encouragement from Andrew. She finally dragged herself home well into the morning, not wanting to be seen by the family and heading back to her own house. She showered off her various messes and bruises before she found the email left for her Inbox, apparently sent en masse to everyone who attended.

"Thanks for coming to my party! I got lots of great gifts and love you all! I especially hope you all loved the show, and hope you'll come next year for an even bigger and better one!

<3,

Andrew"