Reward Art: Pizza Thot Pan vs Grill

More reward art in! This one's from https://twitter.com/Mirky_Tea from the latest Pizza Thot Oil Royal Rumble stories. Fat femboy vs muscle goth is pretty tough for me to turn down as a concept. 

I had to talk the artist over a couple incarnations to make Grill buff and Pan chub enough for my tastes. I don't know if the height works out between them but probably evens out because there's a lot of action going on with the flying butt bomb.

“Well  don’t look now, but think the sparks are flying before the match even  starts! That’s not allowed, is it? Boy, I really should have read these  rules before we started, huh…?”

“I’m gonna  flatten you into the next meatball pizza,” Grill threatened back in the  ring, cracking her knuckles in her corner. Pan just adjusted his snug  trunks, getting his body to wobble around.

“Oh yea?  Cuz all those muscles didn’t stop Pine from fucking you silly last  time,” Pan pointed out, getting some particularly dedicated fans to  whistle and shout at the callback. Grill snarled and glared daggers at  him, her pale face going a little red with anger.

Of course,  by their third Oil Rumble, most of the night was scripted way ahead of  time. The details were left up to their discretion, and Pan and Grill  actually got along quite well. Pan’s coworkers tended to get over his  gruff appearance, but the towering goth had never shown a hint of unease  around him. She saw right through his misleading scowl and was quick to  help him out on his earlier shifts. Behind the curtain, they were both  looking forward to their oily show. Grill had even shown him a few moves  to employ during the match.

At the  sound of the bell, the two heavyweight thots went right after each  other. They grabbed at each other’s shoulders, grappling in a simple  matter of pushing and maneuvering each other around. Neither budged more  than a couple steps, so Pan quickly switched tactics. He let go of  Grill’s brawny shoulders to grab her by the breasts instead, squeezing  them tightly in his hands. He gave a few more pushes before looking up  to see a very unamused Grill glaring back at him. Pan’s eyes went wide  as she grabbed him by the hair, yanking him away from her and her chest.

Pan  stumbled to one side before Grill bent over and wrapped her might arms  around his waist, hoisting him up over her shoulder. It took a large  grunt of effort to budge the pudgy boy, but the audience cheered at the  show of strength as she left his gut propped on her shoulder. Pan  flailed and kicked desperately before Grill spun around and body slammed  him into the oil, kicking up a thick wave of the fluid towards the  audience. The pudgy thot flopped on the mats as Grill landed with her  wobbling jugs in his face. She hooked one of Pan’s thick legs, but they  barely got a “One!” count from the audience before he jerked to one  side. His oily body slipped out of her grasp, crawling for the ropes  until he could hold himself steady on his knees.

Pan rubbed his back and caught his breath, selling Grill’s power move as she stalked after him.

“Should  have stayed down, bitch,” she growled as she caught Pan by his iconic  scarf. She pulled back on it like a leash, dragging the chubby fuckboi  back towards her as he fell off his feet. Pan squirmed enough to slip  loose from his scarf, leaving her with nothing but the discarded  garment. The hefty boy lunged from his knees, throwing his bulk into  Grill’s legs and tackling her into the ropes. Grill grunted as she was  blindsided, stretching the ropes with their combined weight before she  was snapped back and flipped over his shoulder. Pan looked surprised it  was as effective as it was, the dazed and growling goth rubbing her head  as she started to drag herself back to her knees.

She didn’t  get far before Pan was rushing in, taking any advantage he could get.  She looked up just as he turned around and swung his hips into her face,  sliding on the oil with a running butt bash that dropped her back to  the mats.

“Grill  looks like she’s waiting for the license plate of that drumptruck that  just hit her!” Smiles blurted out. “Pan’s really starting to use his  assets now that he has some momentum. Get it, PB? Ass ets?”

“I have worked at Pizza Thot for over a year. You have no idea how many times I’ve heard that one before.”

“Ah, poo. I thought it was clever,” Smiles giggled.