Posted by Jeri's Knockouts on 1/17/2012, 9:01 pm.

And Lacey wants more!

A cruel smirk crossed Lacey Chabert’s lips as she sauntered over to her defeated opponent’s corner. There she was – Vanessa Hudgens was furious… upset… and perhaps, Lacey speculated, a bit heartbroken at the end of her overtime loss. She was whining about how she'd been robbed to anyone within earshot, regardless of whether or not they were willing to listen… She wouldn’t even see it coming…

Picking up the pace of her stride as she got closer and closer to arms’ reach, Lacey was finally in range to place her hands on both of Vanessa’s shoulders. The look of surprise on the younger brunette’s face lasted only a split second before it was replaced with physical anguish as Lacey lifted her thigh up and slammed it hard across Vanessa’s tummy. Satisfied as her foe blurted out in pain, Lacey shoved her hard against the turnbuckle and wrapped her arms around Vanessa’s head, securing the breast smother. A grin crossed Lacey’s face as her flesh muffled what could only be described as a loud, high-pitched shriek.

Vanessa struggled to push free, shoving and slapping at Lacey’s upper arms and flanks, but Lacey knew that it wouldn’t be enough. The way she’d shoved her in, her younger opponent wasn’t going to be able to stand upright and push with any meaningful force. Combined with the exhaustion of 14 grueling rounds, that meant only one thing – there was no escape. All that was left was for Lacey to sssqquueeeeeezzee… and let her jugs do their thing.

Vanessa was writhing – frantically – and clearly didn’t even know how to begin to try and get out. Lacey giggled – was this Vanessa Hudgens’ first jug smother? That’d make it even more satisfying if it was... Time to give her a reprieve…

“You bytch!” Vanessa screamed as Lacey’s pendulous orbs were lifted off her face, “Y… You can’t do this! You didn’t knock me out!”

Lacey laughed. “Stupid ‘Nessa… Do you actually think you’re in any position to tell me what to do? Please…”

With that, Lacey secured her smother a second time, wrapping one arm around the back of Vanessa’s neck and clamping on to her hair with the other hand. Resting her chin on the crown of her adversary’s head, Lacey leaned into Vanessa, and made her take the weight. Buried out of sight, Vanessa was twisting her face back and forth, trying in vain to find something that wasn’t Lacey Chabert’s breasts. It was such an intoxicating feeling, to be in total control like this… and there was so much more work to be done…

Vanessa’s legs were starting to buckle after about another two minutes. Lacey released her and pulled her out of the corner, and Vanessa stumbled forward to all fours. Reaching down to grab a clump of the younger brunette’s dark locks, Lacey pulled on her like a dog on a leash, leading her out to midring. Tugging her up to a kneeling position, Lacey likewise dropped to her haunches facing her beaten foe. She quickly wrapped her arms around Vanessa’s torso and gave her a good squeeze. The bearhug produced its first intended effect, confirmed by Vanessa throwing her head back and howling in pain as her ribcage was compressed mercilessly. Even better was the other result of this hold – as her jugs mashed against her opponent’s, Lacey could feel hers crushing Vanessa’s, dominating them utterly. Just as it should be. Lacey leaned forward and pressed her nose and forehead up against Vanessa’s, just for emphasis.

“Whose rack is the best, ‘Nessa? Say it so everyone can hear.” Lacey’s voice was soft, but carried all the weight that it needed to.

“No… Never!” Vanessa replied.

“Say it. Or I keep squeezing,” Lacey demanded as she tightened her grip.

A demoralized moan escaped Vanessa’s lips. She was broken, physically and mentally.

Vanessa threw her head back and screamed. “Yours! Yours is the best! Nobody’s got a better rack than Lacey Chabert!”

Smiling, Lacey released her bearhug and shoved Vanessa onto her back, straddling her quickly. Bending down, Lacey dropped her proud rack onto Vanessa’s face once more. The older brunette propped herself up with a forearm on the canvas on either side of Vanessa’s head – as she rubbed her breasts against her opponent’s pretty features, Lacey pressed down with enough weight to smother, but lightly enough to allow Vanessa to wriggle. And wriggle she did, trying to move her head and pressing her palms against Lacey’s flanks. She was struggling desperately to avoid the fate that both knew was already inevitable.

Tiring of this, Lacey snaked both arms around Vanessa’s head and lifted her head and upper body a foot off the mat before slamming her back down. She did it again and again the way a lioness would wring the struggle out of a zebra caught within its jaws. Sure, it probably didn’t do much beyond the sheer emphasis, but at this point, why not? Upon banging Vanessa down onto the canvas one last time, Lacey tightened her arms one last time and squeezed, her breasts finishing her foe with one last coup de grace. It took a minute for Vanessa’s hands to fall away from Lacey and for her body to finally go still.

Letting go, Lacey sat up and surveyed her handiwork. Vanessa’s eyes were shut, and she was motionless aside from the slow rise and fall of her chest with each breath. The younger brunette was deep in that tranquil sleep only brought on by a good jug smothering.

Grasping Vanessa’s hair firmly with one hand, Lacey smiled the broadest of smiles as she posed atop her latest conquest. The year was young, and she was back with a vengeance.