18
There were days Cindy missed her mother.
Her mom and dad had gotten divorced when she was young, almost too young to remember, but she still recalled the bedtime stories her mother used to read to her. She especially liked stories about princesses.
Her new mom, Kristi, also told stories, but they were ones she made up herself. “Once upon a time,” Kristi would say, “there was a very rich king who was married to an evil old bitch, I mean witch. The witch used a pair of poison apples to keep him under her spell. But one day, a super hot younger princess came along with a pair of magic melons. The melons broke the spell instantly and the king fell in love with the princess. The old witch tried to break the melons with her apples, but it was her apples that broke and she had to run away forever, and the princess and the king lived happily ever after.”
All of Kristi’s stories were like that, with two women using magic fruit. “Why did the witch try to use apples to break melons? Why not just use a hammer?” Cindy was a practical child.
“You’ll understand when you’re older,” Kristi would say and turn off the lights without even a good night kiss.
Cindy did not think that age had anything to do with it. After all, Kristi was not that much older than her, just twenty five to Cindy’s thirteen. It was more likely something Kristi had learned, maybe at the “gentleman’s club” where Kristi had been working when she met Cindy’s dad. Cindy hoped to learn it someday too.
It was a hot, humid night in May when Cindy found her answer. Her dad was away on a business trip and Kristi was meeting up with an old friend for drinks, so her dad had scheduled a babysitter.
The babysitter, Lynn, was Cindy’s favorite. Lynn was a senior in high school and absolutely gorgeous. Cindy had never seen another girl who looked quite like her, Lynn being the only Japanese girl in their small town. Lynn was also cool, letting Cindy stay up late to eat pizza and watch movies, all while talking and joking with her like a grown up.
The night started just like any other. Lynn showed up at five, just as Kristi was leaving. Cindy thought she saw Kristi glare at Lynn as she was leaving, but surely she had just imagined it. How could anyone hate someone as young and beautiful as Lynn?
The night was perfect. First Cindy and Lynn had a Sock Hop, jumping around the living room rug in their socks while Lynn’s Bluetooth speaker blared pop music. Then they got a pizza from Pizza Hut, Lynn even springing for stuffed crust. The night ended on the couch, watching Cinderella on Disney Plus. Cindy could barely keep her eyes open, glancing at the clock to see it was eleven, way past her bedtime. She let Lynn carry her upstairs, the big girl’s strong arms and legs easily hoisting her up the stairs.
…
Cindy woke up with a start. She rolled onto her side to see her clock. It was midnight. What had woken her up?
SMACK.
FUMP.
The noise came from downstairs. Cindy was nervous. What if it was a robber? Had Lynn gone home? Was Kristi home yet?
She tiptoed to the door and opened it slowly, slowly. With the door open she could hear better. Someone was gasping. It sounded like Lynn. Was Lynn fighting the robber?
There was another SMACK! and she heard another woman gasp “oh you bitch!” Cindy was stunned to recognize Kristi’s voice! But if her stepmom was home, why was her babysitter still there? Were Kristi and Lynn fighting the burglar together? Cindy crept just two steps further down, and there in the living room she saw it.
Kristi and Lynn stood in the living room, hugging each other tightly, except neither one was wearing a shirt or bra. Lynn had a pair of baggy gray sweatpants and white cotton socks, while Kristi was nude except for a pair of lacy white panties. Cindy could see the muscles on their arms bulging out as they both squeezed, hugging each other so tight it had to hurt.
“Yeah, feel that, you little slant eyed skank?” Hissed Kristi. “Those are what a real woman’s tits feel like.” She rolled her shoulders up, and Lynn moaned in pain as her tits were pushed up and smushed against her chest. Cindy gawked as Kristi’s mammoth melons rose into view from under Lynn’s own big boobs.
Cindy had seen her stepmother’s boobs before. Kristi was extremely proud of her “best girls,” as she called them, sometimes walking around the house topless. Cindy had been allowed to touch one once. It felt like a warm softball. Cindy had asked if she would ever have boobs like those, and Kristi just laughed.
“Only the very best women have boobs like these,” she said. “But if you’re lucky, maybe you’ll grow half as big.”
Lynn’s boobs were a brand new sight for Cindy. They were almost as big as Kristi’s, and a duskier shade. At that moment they were being held up by Kristi’s own set, until Kristi pulled back and they slapped down against Lynn’s chest. Cindy winced at the painful sounding smack and the grimace on Lynn’s face. Based on how loud the smack had been, she guessed that the boobs were incredibly dense and heavy.
Lynn staggered back a step, then Kristi bulldozed forwards and sent her crashing to the floor. Lynn sprawled on the floor, her body shaking with sobs. Now that the two women had pulled apart, Cindy could see that both their boobs were bruised and swollen. How long had they been fighting?
Kristi towered above Lynn’s broken body and cupped her tits. “You thought you could come in here, shake around your tiny teen titties, and steal my husband? I already crushed one loser to win him. Some slutty Chinese bitch was never going to be a threat.”
Lynn’s eyes narrowed, her tear streaked makeup looking more like war paint. “First of all,” she growled as she climbed to one knee, “I don’t give a shit about your creepy old husband. All I care about is rubbing your ugly plastic stripper tits off your skanky trailer park trash chest.” With each word she rose higher, until she was standing eye to eye with Kristi, who still smirked. “And second, I am JAPANESE!” She shouted right in Kristi’s face, a glob of spit landing on the older woman’s cheek. Kristi wiped her face clean without breaking eye contact with the seething teenager, whose whole body now shook with rage.
“Oh Lynn, you’ve just made the biggest mistake of your short life,” Kristi purred. She inhaled deeply, swelling her chest out to it’s full formidable size. “These all natural, proud white tits have been smacking you around ever since we started. I was going to let you go with just a warning, but I see you’re going to need a more permanent lesson.” She held out her arms wide, inviting Lynn in for a bear hug. “Whenever you’re ready, step up and watch as I grind those oriental boobs back down to an A cup.”
This was all very upsetting to poor Cindy, who just wanted Kristi and Lynn to apologize, then come upstairs to tuck her back into bed. But no, the two women were going to fight, and one of them was going to get hurt so bad she couldn’t fight anymore, and the other one was going to win.
Who did Cindy want to win?
Technically Kristi was her mom, and moms were family. Cindy knew you were not supposed to hope that your family lost. But looking at the faces before her, Kristi’s smirk and Lynn’s glare, she couldn’t help but feel that Kristi looked like some evil queen, while Lynn was a proud warrior princess. Cindy decided that if one woman had to win, she would rather it be Lynn.
Cindy was so caught up in her thoughts she almost missed Lynn’s charge. With a hellcat shriek the Japanese teenager ran forwards, arms outstretched into the open arms of Kristi, their breasts meeting nipple to nipple. The smack echoed through the house, then a second smack as Kristi wrapped her arms around Lynn’s back and began to squeeze. Lynn’s momentum carried them backwards two steps, three steps, then Kristi planted her feet and halted their movement. In between the two, Lynn’s boobs pierced Kristi’s and flattened them to almost half their size, before the older woman’s tits reinflated to push back the teenager.
Lynn started thrusting with her hips, pushing Kristi back an inch at a time, only to ram forwards and bring their tits smacking back together. Kristi groaned as the stiff, pointy nipples of her younger opponent stabbed at her own large areolae. She clawed desperately at Lynn’s shoulder blades, using them as handles to hold the other girl still as they wrestled around the living room.
Kristi was so distracted by the fight she failed to notice the couch coming up behind her. The back of her legs hit the soft red leather, and her eyes went wide.
“Fuck!” She shouted just before Lynn rammed forwards, sending both women crashing down onto the couch. Kristi landed sitting, her lower back pressed up against the back of the couch, her chest facing upwards and laying atop the top of the couch like a butcher's block. Lynn landed on top, her bruised boobs falling down and landing dead center on Kristi’s abused orbs. They both shrieked.
“Oh gawd!”
“My tits!”
This hit, the most painful of the fight yet, left them both stunned for several seconds. Lynn drooped, her long black hair dropping down over Kristi’s head.
“Just give up, you stupid housewife,” she panted. “I’ve been crushing cheerleaders since I first hit puberty, and they’ve all been bigger and harder than you.”
Kristi snorted. “You call that an accomplishment? I was the top stripper at my club, and those women actually knew how to use their tits, unlike you.”
Lynn brushed back her sweaty hair, locking eyes with her opponent. “You think I don’t know how to titfight?” She said, her voice steely and sharp. She reared up and dropped her whole body onto Kristi, crushing her tits for the second time. Kristi sobbed, a choking, desperate sound. She tried to push Lynn off, but the teenager used her muscular legs and hips to hold her position.
Lynn rose, and dropped one final boob bomb. Cindy could see Lynn’s boobs practically collapse, but it was nothing compared to the explosion Kristi’s boobs underwent. Bulging titflesh oozed out in every direction, offering only the faintest resistance to the opposing pair. Kristi could only moan.
Lynn, gasping, coated in shining sweat, sat back, staring down at her broken enemy. “I warned you, slut,” she said. “I told you I would crush you if you didn’t back off.”
Cindy was astonished at the brutality, the cruelty Lynn was showing, but it was nothing compared to her astonishment as Kristi said, “give me another.”
What was Kristi thinking, Cindy wanted to shout. Her boobs had just been destroyed, and she still refused to surrender? Yet maybe it wasn’t so crazy. Even in their current state, Kristi’s boobs still carried a hint of firmness, a small fighting spark. They must have been made of diamond to still have anything left!
Lynn still glared, but now Cindy also saw a trace of fear. Lynn had thrown her very best, and not only was Kristi still standing, she was asking for more. Lynn surely felt that her own boobs were nearing their breaking point. Still, the Japanese girl was nothing if not proud.
“Let’s find out if your husband still likes you with a flat chest,” she muttered as she rose on her haunches, a tigress ready to pounce. Kristi stared up, not moving, not scared, just holding her tits up to defend themselves.
Lynn dropped, and Kristi exploded into motion. She lunged upwards, seizing Lynn by her hair and flipping her around, tackling her sideways across the couch. They fell entangled laying across the couch, Kristi on top this time. Lynn screamed as Kristi’s massive melons landed on top of her, crushing her almost flat, her proud boobs just barely surviving.
But Lynn had just as much fighting spirit as her tits. She did not waste a second, grabbing a fistful of Kristi’s hair and ripping to the side, rolling Kristi off the couch, Lynn falling down after her. For the second time woman fell on woman, but this time it was strong teenage tits on top. Kristi started sobbing, her tits so red and swollen they looked like a pair of balloons. Lynn pressed her boobs down, compressing Kristi’s and holding the housewife in place.
“No more tricks,” she said. “I’m just going to grind your tits down to dust. Feel free to start screaming.”
Lynn had won, but Cindy felt bad for her poor stepmother. She knew how proud Kristi was of her boobs, and how humiliating it must have been to
lose to a younger, prettier girl.
“I’ll hurt Cindy.”
A chill ran down Cindy’s spine. Kristi’s voice was cold, and despite the tears staining her cheeks her eyes were hard. Lynn paused.
“What the fuck do you mean?”
“If you don’t give up right now, I’ll take it out on Cindy. Every night when I tuck her into bed, I’ll crush her growing tits with mine. I’ll humiliate her every chance I get. I’ll make sure she knows just how weak and inferior she is, just like her mom was when I crushed her and won my husband.”
Cindy could not believe what she was hearing. All the things she had just seen; Kristi had done that to her mom? Had hurt her that bad? And now she was willing to do it to Cindy?
Lynn sat still, not pulling her tits away but not attacking either. Kristi continued, “you’ve felt my boobs. You know how strong they are. What do you think they’ll do to a little girl who just started wearing a training bra?”
Slowly, mechanically, Lynn stood up. She stared down at Kristi for a second, her hands clenched in shaking fists, then she turned around. “Fine,” she said, “you win. Your shitty boobs are better than mine.” She started walking to where her shirt and bra sat, when Kristi sat up.
“Not so fast,” she said. “To the winner go the spoils, and I would love to play with a nice set of tits like yours. Unless of course, you want little Cindy to suffer.”
Cindy wanted to yell at Lynn to run, to get away from this evil woman, but she was too scared to do anything but watch. Lynn turned to face Kristi, her eyes still defiant, her tits hanging loose and bruised but still firm.
“Wait here,” said Kristi.
Cindy watched Kristi walk silently through the kitchen door. Lynn watched too, and as the evil stepmother disappeared she turned her eyes upwards.
“Cindy,” she whispered. Cindy started, thinking that Lynn saw her, until she realized that Lynn was just addressing the second floor where she assumed Cindy was sleeping. “I’m sorry your stepmom is such a bitch. I promise, I’ll figure out some way to keep you safe, then come back here and crush her.”
The kitchen door swung open and Kristi sauntered into the room. In her right hand was a heavy marble rolling pin. She used this to gesture to a low table.
“Put your tits on the table. And remember, if you don’t cooperate, I do all this to Cindy.” Lynn walked slowly to the table, kneeling down and wincing as she picked up her breasts and lay them down. Kristi knelt behind her, reaching around and setting the rolling pin on her tits.
“Now, I noticed you tried to insult me by calling me a housewife. But sweetie, becoming a housewife is the only hope for someone as dumb and weak as you. That’s why I thought I’d share some of my womanly wisdom, starting with my recipe for cookies.”
Kristi started to press Lynn’s tits flat with the rolling pin, and Lynn wailed in agony. Her body jerked around but Kristi held her in place, rolling up and down, left and right. First, the once proud Asian boobs would stretch to their fullest extent, pressed almost flat against the table, then Kristi would pull back and pile the flesh atop itself, kneading Lynn’s tits into goop. Kristi also jerked her hips back and forth, and Cindy realized she was humping Lynn.
“Oops, looks like we used too much milk in the batter. See how it’s leaking out?” Sure enough, milk was beginning to leak out of Lynn’s nipples. “Don’t worry, we’ll just squeeze all that extra milk out.” Kristi pressed even harder, her knuckles white on the rolling pin.
“Please, god, stop!” Lynn screamed, her eyes closed, her mouth wide in a constant shriek. “My tits! Oh fuck, my tits!” Milk was pouring out now, more milk than Cindy would have imagined a boob could hold. The stream finally stopped, and with it, Kristi relaxed her hold on Lynn and let the teenager collapse onto the table, face first in a puddle of her own milk.
Kristi leaned in close. “Tell me, tell me little girl, who has the best tits in the world?”
In between sobs, Lynn gasped out, “you do, Kristi. Your boobs are unbeatable.” Kristi smiled and kissed the top of Lynn’s head.
“Good slut,” she whispered. “Now you should get going, your parents are probably worried sick about you.” Lynn staggered towards her shirt and bra, but Kristi caught her by the hair and pulled her away. “No, I don’t think you need those. After all, you were so proud of your boobs just an hour ago, wouldn’t you like to show them off?” Lynn didn’t have the strength to protest as Kristi dragged her by the hair towards the door. She pushed it open and kicked Lynn in the ass, sending her sprawling boob first onto the concrete walk outside.
“And feel free to come back anytime!” Kristi called out, loud enough to wake the neighbors. “We can bake another batch of cookies.”
She slammed the door shut, then grimaced and gently fondled her tits. “Fuck, that little Chinese slut had a solid rack,” she muttered. “Can’t remember the last time I hurt this bad.” She scooped her breasts up and kissed them. “But you girls did mommy proud. You sent that bitch packing and kept my sugar daddy under my thumb. I think you deserve a hot bath and some wine.”
Cindy had seen enough. She ran upstairs and shut her door as quietly as she could, jumping into bed and hiding under the covers. As hard as she tried she could not fall asleep. Every time she closed her eyes she saw it again, Lynn and Kristi, sweaty muscular bodies pressed together in hateful combat.
When the sun came up and Cindy went downstairs, she had deep bags under her eyes. Kristi was already downstairs, eating a slice of avocado toast with a cup of tea. She had a red bathrobe which covered her boobs, but Cindy could see they were swollen underneath.
“Uh oh,” said Kristi, “looks like someone didn’t get much sleep last night. Did Lynn forget to tell you a bedtime story? I thought of a great one. Once upon a time, there was a wicked yellow goblin with a pair of magic mangoes. She was jealous of a beautiful white princess and her magical melons, so she tried to use her mangoes to put a curse on the princess. But the princesses' melons were so powerful they kept her safe, and the goblin had to run away when her mangoes broke.”
It was so unfair Cindy wanted to scream, “you didn’t win! Lynn won but you cheated!” But if she said that, she was scared of what Kristi would do. Instead she said,
“Don’t you think Lynn has nice boobs?”
Kristi was taken aback. “What-what makes you say that?” Cindy shrugged as she poured a bowl of milk and cereal.
“Her boobs just look so big and firm. Even when she wears a shirt you can see them sticking out. I want boobs like hers when I grow up.”
Kristi gestured to herself. “What about me? Do you think I have nice boobs?” Cindy pretended to study them for a moment before shrugging again.
“They’re okay, I guess. They’re not as good as Lynn’s though.” Kristi stared at her. Cindy avoided eye contact.
Kristi stood up so fast her chair fell backwards, striking the floor with a clatter. She stormed upstairs, leaving her breakfast on the table. Cindy smirked and continued eating.
Lynn, you only lost because you wanted to protect me. But one day I’ll be grown up, and I’ll be able to defend myself. I’ll have the biggest, strongest boobs in the world, and I’ll make my stepmom pay for what she did to you.
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