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« Last post by Susanoom on Yesterday at 11:33:47 PM »

The street was deserted, the reddish light of the setting sun behind the houses illuminating just enough of the sidewalk for Ana to walk silently, the sound of her footsteps the only sound to be heard. The blonde looked up at the sky, a small smile forming on her lips as she remembered her father's words when she was a child.
“Do you know why it's this color? The sunset turns red because it's the color that can reach the furthest.”
She was still a child, but somehow she was struck by all that wisdom. Over the years, she had dyed her hair the same color, thinking that somehow she could go further and further like the color of the sunset.
“How silly I was,” she chuckled as she walked through the iron gate of the dormitory.
A few steps separated her from her room. It was unusual for her to be there. A few days ago, she had started sleeping away from home, leaving her father alone, even though she was always the one living in an empty house when he had to work late.
Ana slowed her pace, her eyes lingering on the figure near her bedroom door. Demi was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed under her chest, one leg bent, her black hair falling over her shoulders, and a venomous smile on her lips.
“Hey, blonde.”
Ana approached, stopping a step away from her as the keys jingled in her hand. The blonde tilted her head slightly to one side, arrogantly raising an eyebrow.
“Demi,” Ana said curtly, “Are you lost? This is my room. And you weren't invited.”
The brunette continued to stare at her, slowly moving away from the wall and taking a step towards Ana until she was just a few inches away. Their bodies were still the same height, their equally ample breasts having made them rivals from the very beginning.
“You know why I'm here.”
Ana smiled, straightening up and pushing her chest forward slightly. Despite everything, she felt the threat of Demi's body.
“No, I don't. Why don't you enlighten me?” Ana put her hands on her hips. “Last time didn't go exactly as you hoped.”
Demi's eyes narrowed slightly, and the brunette mimicked her rival's stance, staring at her with cold eyes.
"Last time was a mistake. A result I will never accept again. I want you. Breast against breast, just the two of us. And this time, one of us will come out defeated. But first...“ Demi moved closer, her breasts barely brushing Ana's through their T-shirts. “...I have to settle a few things."
“Like what?” asked the blonde, chuckling immediately afterwards. “Did a draw really hurt you that much? Do you think you can beat me this time? No, you won't.”
Ana pushed her chest forward slightly, just enough for their breasts to touch, a light pressure. Demi ignored the teasing, smiling maliciously, with an almost forced smile.
"Like remembering who I really am, going back to who I was. Like crushing all those who made me feel less... me. Amanda... Sarah... Louisa...“ The brunette paused, leaving the last girl's name hanging in the air. ”...and then I'll come for you."
The blonde's eyes widened slightly, and she felt something stir inside her. A strange, sharp, unfamiliar warmth. A feeling she couldn't quite place.
“Louisa?” Ana repeated in a lower voice. “Did you stick your nose where it didn't belong?”
Demi remained silent for a second, leaning forward slightly so that her lips were close to Ana's ear.
“Your sweet Ukrainian found some tits for her teeth.”
The blonde's body tensed, and Demi could feel it thanks to her pressed breasts. She pulled back a few inches, seeing a different light in the blonde's eyes.
“Did you... Did you fight with her?”
“She couldn't beat me.”
Four words. Powerful, yet somehow ambiguous enough. A crystal-clear image exploded in Ana's head of Louisa on her knees, her enormous breasts crushed, and her gaze lost. Demi above her, triumphant.
An unfamiliar knot tightened in her throat. It wasn't just anger, but something even deeper, as if someone had torn something from her. She was... jealous.
Demi stared at her, and for a moment, the same spark flashed in her eyes. She had felt it too, that sharp sting. The moment she had sensed that Ana was thinking of Louisa and not her.
Ana clenched her jaw and took a step forward. Her breasts pressed hard against Demi's through their T-shirts, a sharp impact that made them both take a small step back.
Neither gave ground, both moving closer, chest to chest. The two 36E cups pressed against each other. Ana pushed forward, and Demi responded with equal force, her hands still on her hips.
Ana gritted her teeth before pushing again, the T-shirts stretched, and the fabric rubbed against their chests. Both moaned softly, a sound full of anger rather than pain, their nipples already hard.
“When I'm done with the others,” Demi whispered, her mouth a breath away from Ana's, her breasts still pressed tightly together, “I'll come for you. And this time, there will be no tie. One of us will end up on her knees, Ana. And it won't be me.”
“Then hurry up and fix your problems, Demi.” Ana smiled fiercely. “Because when you come back...” She pushed with all her might, forcing Demi to take a step back, her breasts pressing mercilessly against her. “...I'll be here waiting for you. And I'll crush you. Completely.”
They remained pushing each other for several long seconds, their breasts pressed together as their eyes continued to challenge each other. Neither seemed willing to be the first to stop pressing their breasts together.
Then Demi took a step back, sighing almost reluctantly. The contact between their breasts broke, and Ana felt lighter.
“See you soon, blonde,” said the brunette, turning and starting to walk away without looking back.
Ana stood there, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her heart pounding in her chest. A slow smile curved her lips.
“I'll be ready,” whispered the blonde to herself, staring at Demi's retreating.
Beneath that confidence, for the first time, she felt a new and unfamiliar pang. Jealousy. Jealousy of Louisa? Jealousy of Demi? She couldn't understand it.
Ana closed the door behind her, bringing a hand to her breast. Demi walked down the street, doing the same.
Both could still feel the other's warmth on their chests.

***

Jem lunged forward, pushing her breasts out and slamming them heavily against Claire's pair. The girl groaned in pain as her breasts bounced outward, her flesh shaken by ripples.
When the Australian student pulled back, her rival's breasts returned to their round shape, albeit more slowly. Jem pushed forward again, wedging her nipples into the bottom of the Swedish student's breasts.
Claire grunted as she felt the weight of her rival's breasts trying to suppress her flesh, molding themselves against her rival's breasts before Jem pushed back again, watching as Claire's breasts settled back onto her chest.
“The better woman?” Jem hissed. “Don't make me laugh, bitch!”
The Australian girl lunged forward again, and Claire pushed her breasts forward at the same time, lowering herself slightly so that her nipples dug into the bottom of her rival's areolas.
Jem's eyes widened as she felt her flesh being pushed back, pressing against her rival's breasts as Claire pushed back.
“Yes, I am,” the girl growled. “I'm better than you, and you'll find out the hard way!”
Claire slapped her breasts from the side, pushing her right breast against Jem's. The blonde came back, the wet slap making the two students' bodies tremble, before the brunette lowered herself to shoot her pair upward.
Jem moaned as her chest shook, her flesh flattening at the bottom of her breasts as Claire ground her tits hard from below, dragging her nipples painfully into her rival's skin.
“You'll pay for this,” Jem whispered. “I'll make you pay... for all this pain... all the pain you've caused me... ALL OF IT!” the blonde screamed.
Claire rotated her hips to swing her breasts into her rival's pair, but was forced to whimper when Jem thrust her heavy breasts forward, pushing the brunette's body a step back.
The Australian student shot her tits forward, growling, slapping them against Claire's chest with force. The brunette's legs trembled with pain, but Claire responded in kind, gritting her teeth.
Their flesh continued to shake visibly, slapped and pushed relentlessly together as the two girls' lips continued to release moans of pain, unable to hide it from their opponent.
“Stupid bitch,” Claire growled, rotating her hips. “I told you you won't win!”
Jem tried to get closer to her rival, but the brunette's breasts crashed into her chest faster than she expected, the fleshy smack followed by the blonde's guttural moan.
Jem's tits were forced sideways, mashing where the brunette's breast pressed, her chest moving as Claire pushed forward, pressing her heavy tits into the rival's still distorted pair.
"Fuck!" Claire yelled.
Jem pushed back, rotating her hips in turn to swing her tits against the brunette's after she stopped from the previous slap. The Swedish student's tits deformed inward before she staggered back.
"I'll break those saggy bags," the blonde hissed. "Tom will be happy I destroyed you."
Claire roared, pressing her breasts against the blonde's. Her ex's name kept provoking a hatred that she threw back at her rival with force. The two students dragged their breasts together, their flesh continuing to mix and slide insistently, fighting for space between their bodies.
"That asshole will only get disappointment," Claire hissed venomously. "Because your tits will melt against mine."
The brunette pushed forward with their breasts still in contact, their flesh swelling from the pressure, spreading to the sides.
"Don't you dare insult him!" the blonde screamed.
Jem lunged forward, and Claire met her rival by rising onto her tiptoes before slamming her chest into the blonde's. The Australian student was left gaping as the weight on her chest increased drastically, leaning forward until she pressed her head against her rival's shoulder.
Claire returned her feet flat to the ground, planting them firmly behind her to thrust her chest into the blonde's, slapping her own reddened, sweaty flesh against Jem's reddened, sweaty flesh.
"Aaaaauuu!"
Jem groaned in pain as she stumbled backward, her feet scrambling on the floor, trying to maintain her precarious balance. Claire quickly charged her rival, smashing her tits into the blonde's, who fell onto her ass immediately after.
The brunette looked down at the blonde on the ground as she slowly got up, both breathing heavily while their aching breasts were still up for the challenge.
"You bitch... slut..." Jem looked up but somehow remained paralyzed.
"Are you done?" Claire asked softly, a calmness in her eyes that was almost frightening. "You keep screaming, but you're talking to yourself, not to me." Claire took a step closer, her cold gaze locked on her rival's. "You feel like you're at war with a girl who didn't even want anything to do with you. The truth is, you're devouring yourself. You're not fighting for him… you're fighting against the idea that he never really chose you." Jem looked down for a second, fists clenched at her sides. "And you know it. You feel it every time he looks at you, when his gaze drifts into his thoughts, and you try to pull it back to you… and you never succeed… because you're not the one he really wants."
"That's not true… stop it," the blonde hissed.
Claire took another step forward, and for the first time, Jem instinctively retreated. The brunette smiled, not with malice but with a hint of pity for her rival.
"You like to think you're better than me, but if you were truly sure of that, you wouldn't need to keep telling me. You fill your mouth with all your empty promises, how you'll destroy me, how you'll flatten me… but the only battle you're fighting is against an idea. You don't want to win for him, you want to win against me. You want to prove that you're worth more than the memory he has of me, and the fact that you have to prove it consumes you… Because memories remain regardless." Jem swallowed, opening her mouth to respond, but Claire silenced her with a wave of her hand. "You think I'm the cause of everything you've been through, but you're wrong. I'm just the name you give to your fear of losing him. Of losing a person who settles for you while searching for something he'll never find. A copy will never hold up to the original."
"What…?" whispered Jem, a light of deep frustration in her eyes.
"Go on and convince yourself that you'll win. Keep repeating that you're the best. You need to, I understand." Claire moved closer again, her breasts pressed against her, but this time with an unfamiliar gentleness. "Tom might say he hates me, but it doesn't change the fact that every time he looks at you, he'll see me. And that's what makes you hate who I am."
Claire stood still, icy and cruel as she watched the blonde fail to find anything to retort with, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. The brunette was destroying her rival from the inside, using a truth they both knew, but Jem didn't want to hear.
"You know what the saddest part of all this is?" Claire asked with a small smile. "It's that you think you have something to defend, but you don't... You picked up the pieces of a boy and called it love, but it's just a pile of excuses to make up for your fear of being alone. You need him to choose you, you need me to disappear, you need him to tell you you're the best... but he can't do it, and neither can you." Claire began to slowly circle the blonde. "I don't hate you for it… It's not worth it. You think Tom can save you from this situation, but he will never love you the way you hope. Not because he doesn't want to, but because he can't. Every time he looks at you, he sees a punishment that reminds him of what he lost." Claire returned to stand in front of Jem, leaning in until their foreheads touched. "You know, I could almost pity you... if you hadn't dared to come into my life, if you hadn't decided to wage a pointless war against me."
Claire pushed her chest forward, a weak push, but enough to make the blonde take a small step back. The Swedish student's gaze hardened.
"I don't care about him anymore. I'll swear it to you as many times as needed. I'm done suffering for someone like him. But you had to come to me, to provoke me, to hate me, just to give meaning to your relationship." Claire stared hatefully at the blonde, imagining the whirlwind of conflicting emotions she felt inside herself. "I hate you for this. I hate you because you decided to bring back my past, the painful memory of how stupid I was. And I will never forgive you for forcing me to face again everything I had chosen to heal from."
"I..." Jem tried to say, but the words died in her throat.
"Silence," Claire thundered. "I won't let you destroy me... I will destroy you. I won't allow you or him to think you're better than me. Because you're not... and you never will be!"
The brunette lunged forward, crushing her breasts against her rival's chest. Jem groaned loudly, feeling her own tits compress further. Claire pushed forward, pressing her breasts deeper as the blonde's flesh yielded more space.
Claire slapped the blonde's breast from the side, forcing her to take a step back before she moaned as her rival swung her chest from the other side. The blonde's flesh continued to wobble as Claire forced her backward until she slammed against the wall.
"You're not good enough to win," hissed the brunette. "You never were."
Jem flinched as her rival pressed against her, the blonde's body flattening against the cold wall. Claire resumed slapping the breasts on the blonde's chest, continuing to slam the Australian student's body against the wall.
Jem's arms slid around her rival's waist, stifling a moan as the brunette slammed her tits into the blonde's cleavage before she managed to push the Swedish student away. Claire took a step back, letting Jem move away from the wall, grinding her teeth.
"No, bitch," Jem's gaze hardened. "Those are lies! I am the better woman. You are nothing!"
Claire smiled, raising a finger toward her rival and challenging her to fight. The blonde didn't wait, lunging at the brunette with rage. A fleshy slap filled the room as the two pairs of breasts smashed together, the blonde's chest seeming to sink into her rival's pair.
Jem pushed forward again, forcing Claire to step back before she pushed back, slowly reclaiming the lost ground in the battle for space, bringing the two pairs to a painful stalemate. Pressing their hands on each other's shoulders, the two girls pushed away, beginning to move slowly in a circle as their breasts, reddened from the constant contact, bounced lightly against their chests.
"I'll flatten your fucking tits, bitch," hissed the blonde.
"Try it, whore," challenged the Swedish student.
Claire suddenly launched herself at Jem, slamming her breasts against her rival's pair with a fleshy smack. The blonde responded in kind, and the two girls began to toss their 36EEs back and forth, shoving each other across the room as wet thuds filled the air, moaning almost after every collision of their tits.
The two students forced their chests to push together harder, ramming the enemy breast with their own and cutting the rival flesh with their throbbing nipples.
"Aaaagghhhh!"
Claire groaned as she staggered back after a violent collision. Jem closed in on her as she lowered herself, thrusting her breast upward. The brunette recoiled before the blonde slapped her tits hard again, slamming her against the wall behind her.
Their breasts collided hard. The Swedish student moaned as Jem's chest seemed to burn against Claire's heavy cleavage. The Australian student moved her shoulders to deliver quick blows to the rival's breasts.
"My tits are stronger," Jem hissed as she pushed her breasts into the brunette's pair. "I'll erase your chest!"
Claire hissed, arching her back to fend off the blonde's breast, who leaned forward to press her tits harder into the rival pair. The Swedish student closed her eyes, opening her mouth for a choked moan as her flesh swelled at the sides.
"Fucking... bitch," Claire moaned.
When Jem pulled back to thrust her chest forward, the brunette quickly moved away from the wall. She forcefully shot her breasts forward, stabbing Jem's sweaty flesh with her nipples.
The blonde howled in pain, backing away as the Swedish student pushed her breasts again into her opponent's pair. The Australian student's flesh flattened on impact, forcing the girl to retreat further toward the centre of the room.
Claire grunted in annoyance as Jem pushed back, forcing the brunette's tits to bend against her chest as the two pairs were crushed together. Growling, the two girls returned to slapping their breasts against each other, their flesh continuing to deform without returning to its original shape.
Every slap became slower but heavier, each girl felt her body becoming increasingly difficult to move, pushing their breasts together from every side. The wet, fleshy slaps dictated that slow rhythm in which their flesh shattered together, crushing uniformly before being pressed again.
Her arms rose, grabbing her rival's body to pull her closer, arching her back to force their 36EE pairs to duel for space, to challenge the other student's firmness and femininity. Claire increased the pressure on their breasts, their flesh swayed slightly as their tits were forced forward and back, trembling as they fought for position.
The nipples buried in the deformed flesh kept rubbing together, bending each other, and burying themselves in the rival's areolas, making the two girls moan as they stubbornly kept pressing their breasts against the rival's chest.
Jem pushed her breast against the rival's chest, then slid under the brunette's pair before pushing the tits upward. Claire moaned when she felt the blonde's hard tips penetrate the underside of her breast, sliding into her flesh and lifting it as it flattened against the rival pair.
The sweat made it easier to drag Jem's sebum through the brunette's cleavage, all the way to the top of the Swedish student's chest; the brunette's flesh flattened under the weight of the rival sebum.
"Say goodbye to your tits, bitchaaaah!"
Jem howled in pain as Claire returned the favor by slamming her tits against the underside of the blonde’s breast, making it visibly tremble on her chest, flattening them where the Swedish student’s breast pressed down.
"You’ll be the one saying goodbye to your weak sacks, stupid replacement!" Claire snarled.
The blonde took a step back before throwing her whole body against her rival, screaming furiously. Jem could no longer stand the thought of her rival staying in her boyfriend’s mind. She had to erase her for good, giving everything she had to do it.
Their bodies collided with a thud; Claire screamed as both were knocked to the ground by the impact, landing in a messy heap on the floor. Jem quickly pushed herself on top of Claire, but the brunette grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her aside.
The Swedish student immediately lunged at her rival, trying to climb on top of Jem's body, but the blonde pushed her back, then sank her hands into the rival's dark mane. Claire howled at the sudden pain, grabbing handfuls of Jem's blonde hair and pulling it.
The fleshy, wet slap was muffled by their bodies pressed together, their breasts thrown against each other as the two girls tangled their legs, pulling each other's hair while pushing against the floor.
Tears began to stream down their cheeks as their bodies rolled wildly, their breasts pressed relentlessly together, and their nipples bent against each other.
Both pairs continued to slap each other, trembling and contorting as the two girls moaned and grunted, crying out in pain.
Claire climbed on top, rising before dropping her breasts onto the blonde's. Jem groaned and pulled the Swedish student sideways, using the rotation to take control of the dominant position.
Their flesh continued to mold against each other. Jem slapped her pair onto her rival's chest like a fury before being ousted by Claire.
Their positions reversed again, Jem arched her back to press her tits into the brunette's, making her gasp heavily before pushing back against the rival flesh with her own breasts.
Their hands sank deeper into the rival's scalp, their breasts continued to crush together, seeking the breaking point of the rival's firmness, which crumbled more and more.
Their nipples continued to duel, rubbing and bending, stabbing and dragging across the rival's chest as the two girls kept rolling, their positions constantly swapped. Hot breaths and moans hit the other's face, their breasts swelled outward, rubbed and pushed forcefully.
Jem slammed her tits forward, Claire's eyes widened as she felt the blonde's 36EEs thrust violently against hers. Their flesh visibly flattened as the blonde pushed forward.
Claire moaned, arching her back to push back and feeling their flesh spread outward. The air filled with the small, fleshy, sweaty slaps coming from the wrestling breasts, the grunts and moans of the two girls as their nipples dug deep into the rival's chest.
Their tits pressed together harder as both forced their bodies closer, squeezing with their legs and rolling back and forth. Every second, one pair seemed to crush the other for a few moments before being flattened in turn.
Claire pulled her rival closer, forcing her to roll back as the blonde brought her breasts even more into contact with her rival's; their faces betrayed the desperation of enduring all that pain.
Their 36EEs deformed enormously, and both arched their backs while continuing to roll to force the other's breasts back, moaning louder and louder.
"My tits... will kill yours..." Jem hissed between moans, her breast increasingly misshapen.
"My breast... will smother yours..." Claire moaned as her breasts trembled from the effort.
The two girls thrust their breasts forward, mashing them together forcefully as their flesh seemed to spread wider than ever before. Their bodies rolled until a small thud made their movements stop; one of the girls' backs pressed against the sofa.
Jem and Claire looked into each other's eyes, tears continuing to stream down as their gazes expressed all their mutual anger and hatred.
The blonde tried to force her tits forward, attempting to push Claire onto her back. The brunette pushed back, forcing her rival to press harder against the sofa.
Desperately, Jem tried to push forward again, pulling her rival's hair, but Claire shifted one leg back for leverage to avoid being pushed backward.
Screaming, the two girls desperately pressed their tits together; their flesh pressed evenly, making their bodies tremble. Both pairs of breasts swelled together for a long second, and both girls threw their heads back, screaming in pain.
Both girls pushed their breasts with all they had, their breasts merging in extreme pain, their bodies entwined in a duel that could only lead to one outcome.
After a long, endless second, Jem's body shuddered, the blonde's lips parted in a long moan as Claire continued to press her breast against the blonde's pair.
It was such a strange sensation, both girls had sought it from the beginning of their duel. From the very start, their breasts were evenly matched, crushed continuously against each other.
Then Jem's flesh began to lose its firmness, flattening first from the outside. The perfect curves of her 36EEs deformed, pushing outward as if trying to escape the pressure.
Claire felt the exact moment when the rival breast's resistance collapsed, Jem's flesh surrendering, flattened against her chest. The blonde's nipples slid sideways, crushed and hidden beneath the brunette's denser flesh.
The Swedish student felt every small part of that surrender, the way her breasts literally sank into Jem's, pushing the soft flesh upward and to the sides.
Jem felt that intense burning of the pressure becoming unbearable, her breasts completely deformed as it spread out under the weight of her rival's tits. The blonde felt her own flesh splitting all the way to her ribs, hurting her.
Every weak push from Claire gave the blonde deep pain, her breast flattening more and more, her flesh spreading out to the sides of the rival's breast. Jen felt her breast completely collapse, dominated by the stronger breast of the Swedish student.
A long, choked moan escaped the Australian student's lips as her body slumped against the couch, her hands no longer holding her rival's hair, too exhausted and in too much pain to even think of continuing.
Claire gasped heavily, still pressed against Jem, who began to sob. Slowly, the brunette rolled back, away from the defeated rival. She struggled to stand up, staggering to keep from falling.
The Swedish student felt immensely weak after all the energy she had spent; tears still streaked her face.
"I won..." she whispered.
Claire walked slowly, gathering her things. Her eyes lingered on the blonde's phone; the screen lit up inside her open bag. Tom's name showed in the preview.
The Swedish student felt anger boiling up again. Her trembling hands grabbed the phone, opening the chat with that asshole who had made all this possible. She took a picture of her own breast, then one of Jem, still crying on the floor.
"The best tits you've ever had have won. Now get out of my life."
And she pressed send. Claire got dressed, still annoyed that her ex had caused her all this trouble.
A sob from the blonde made her turn around before she walked out the door. In all honesty, Jem was truly a victim of circumstances. Maybe, if not for the situation, the two of them could have been friends.
"For what it's worth... I'm sorry," Claire said, turning back toward the door.
Jem kept sobbing, listening to the front door close.
And the phone started to ring.

***

The two pairs of 36EE breasts were pressed completely against each other, every last bit of space between their arms was occupied. The soft, heavy flesh was visibly deformed; the blonde's breasts were pushed upward, flattening against her rival's chest. The brunette's tits compressed backward, the skin taut and veins prominent.
Each woman felt the sweaty heat of the other on her own flesh; every time they inhaled, their nipples scraped the other's areolas. Sweat trickled between their cleavages, making them slippery, but the pressure was brutal.
It seemed as if their breasts were about to burst, forcing both women to grit their teeth and snarl as the grip of their mutual embrace tightened.
"I'll break your tits, you little slut..." hissed the blonde.
The brunette felt the weight of the rival breast crushing her chest, the blonde's breasts pressing hard against hers, causing a deep, throbbing pain.
The brunette's nipples rubbed incessantly against the blonde's tips slowly, making it hard just to breathe.
“Your tits will yield… to mine…” hissed the brunette, squeezing tighter.
Their bodies rocked slowly, back and forth, sweat running down their sides, soaking the elasticity of the red and green shorts. Their breasts pressed together, deforming, separating by a few millimeters only to be slapped together again with fleshy smacks.
For a very long moment, the two women remained like that, frozen in effort, gritting their teeth with their eyes closed while the pain became as unbearable as the hatred they felt for each other.

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