Reward Art: Femboy Hooters vs Tomboy Outback (Patreon)

Finally got some reward art done to show you all! Last month's piece done by https://twitter.com/milkywayparfait?s=09 based on the inter-restaurant clash I wrore a while back. Skinny semi-goth Trey takes on tanky girl next door Jane and it goes... well, it's mixed results for him. 

Please know that I was sent this as the filename "sandcastles_comm_treys_getting_dunked_onnnn."

Can read their story and its other matches at https://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/luffy316/48368/Femboy-Hooters-vs-Tomboy-Outback 

Sorry for the delays but late art should be trickling in sooner than later. 

It was the last match of the night! Everything was riding on Trey, who wasn’t feeling the most confident after the last two shutouts of matches. He was a pale, tall, shy femboy with a very skinny build and a definite emo look to him. He had a few stud earrings, dark hair, and even some black lipstick and nail polish on. Being as meek as he was, standing out however he could had been a secret pleasure of his. He was mousy about making friends but had a decent following behind his flirty selfies he posted online. He came to the ring with a lot of awkward smiles and modest waves to his cheering fans.

Jane was, as he kind of expected, everything he wasn’t. She was thick, solidly built and rowdy as she readily high fived fans, bumped fists and squeezed them in powerful bro-hugs. She had freckles and wild red hair, shorter than him by a few inches but clearly strong enough to make up for it. She reminded him of a girl next door type, if the kind that would push him over in the mud rather than run around in the woods with him. She had some softness to her, a good layer or two of fat put on over her muscle.

“Last chance, tiny,” Jane warned as she stepped up to him in the ring. She was clearly undaunted by his height advantage, moving so close that her hefty E-cup breasts pushed into his lower chest and stomach. He stumbled back a couple steps from the small shove.

“Yea… I’m still gonna do my best though,” he insisted. He lacked confidence but he was still intending to give it his all for his coworkers’ sake.

The bell rang and his odds were already not looking good. Jane caught him by the collar of his shirt and threw the dark femboy to the mats with a quick hip-toss. He landed with a grunt as she got behind him, catching and pulling his arms behind his back. She clearly knew her way around wrestling as well as she snagged him in her submission hold before he knew what was happening. Jane dug her knee into his back as he gave a quick wail in pain, mildly muffled by her heavy breasts resting on either side of his face.

“Well that was fast! You do know that girls like a boy who can at least lift his own serving tray, right?” Jane laughed. The freckled tank let up on one of his arms, giving him a noogie in exchange for letting him go. Trey squealed and ducked out of her hold, only to turn quickly and tackle into her.

Jane wasn’t expecting him to come back so quickly, so it did manage to knock her onto her back. Trey gave a small gasp in excitement as he had the upper hand for a few precious seconds. From there, Jane just grabbed his arms and turned to shove him back to the mats. Her heavy figure pressed down on him, her hefty breasts swaying just above his face. Her areolas peeked out past the fabric in a shade of slightly darker pink.

“Oh you are so dead, bitch,” Jane said, but her toothy grin showed she had some appreciation for the opportunity rather than being genuinely angry. “You’re not getting that close again.”