Humilating fight continues!

Shannon stood in a full horse kung fu stance, rounded legs bench, a wide stance. Her butt bulged out comically from her thong, causing giggles behind her. She tried to ignore this, but her bright red face showed that she was very embarrassed, wearing only vinyl bikini. Her opponent saw her obvious embarrassment and smiled, knowing she had the advantage.

When the amazon smiled at her, Shannon's rage boiled. She unleashed a wild punch, which her opponent easily dodged. Slipping under the punch the larger woman snaked out a hand, grasping Shannon's top right in the middle. Shannon felt the hand between her little breasts and guessed what was about to happen.

"No, wait!' She squealed. Ignoring her, the woman yanked the top, snapping the thin straps clean in half. Shannon's small breasts bounced eagerly into view.

The crowd exploded into laughter. Most of them had never seen breasts so small, and found them comical. After all, on Urma 7 the average bust size was 35 C, and Shannon was a 32 A with room to spare. So her small, pale and perky breasts were comical and silly looking.

The situation was a living nightmare to Shannon though. She screamed, cupping her chest. A hand encased each little breast and squeezed them flat. The woman she fought laughed.

"Ooh, are those breasts or bug bites?" She laughed. "They were so small I could hardly tell!"

"Shut up!" Shannon squealed. She wanted to wipe that grin off the woman's face. But, how could she fight while covering her chest?