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« Last post by Kerfuffling on January 14, 2026, 05:42:06 AM »
Ah, Miami, the City of Skin. Soft young smooth skin, wrinkly old leather skin, brown and black and bronze all shining under a Caribbean sun. Girls and boys in bikinis and shorts stroll up and down the gold sand beaches, celebrating the summer of their lives.
Lexi smirked as she stepped onto the beach and stretched. As a famous bikini model, she had the chance to visit beaches all around the world, and Miami was still one of her favorites. She had just wrapped up a photo shoot with a major brand, showcasing their latest summer line. In her own opinion, she was hardly the best choice for these particular suits. The color clashed with her tan skin, and would probably have looked better on someone darker. But the company had wanted someone tall, blonde, and with a rack that would make the top pop, and Lexi was hardly about to turn down a job that paid this well.
Now all that was left was relaxation on a beautiful beach, a chance to bask in the golden sun and the shining stares of her admirers. What good was a perfect body if you never showed it off?
Lexi had just shaken out her towel when she heard someone come running up behind her. It was a girl, late teens to early twenties, cocoa butter brown skin and straight shiny hair, her eyes alight with a smile.
“Omigosh,” the newcomer giggled nervously, “you’re Lexi Montana! You’re my favorite model! Look, I bought this bikini because I saw how good you looked in it!” She gestured to her suit, a sexily scant pink piece. Lexi almost laughed. The suit was fantastic, one of her favorites, but the girl wearing it; well, to be generous, she had no tits. She barely had enough curves to show that she wasn’t a boy.
“Aw, that’s sweet,” Lexi said, her Australian accent coming through thick, “but that suit was really made for women, not little girls.”
The other girl’s smile seemed to crack. “What?”
“I’m just saying, maybe you should see if your dad will buy you some real boobs, before you try playing dress up, okay sweetie?” The girl stared, choked out a single sob, and ran away. Lexi felt a faint twinge of guilt, then shrugged. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with fans. Besides, what was that girl going to do about it, cry?
Lexi was lounging on the beach, eyes closed behind sunglasses, when something blotted out the sun. She opened her eyes and pushed back her glasses to see two titanic tits hanging high above her head. She sat up in surprise, her shock doubling as she saw the woman standing above her. It was practically a clone of the girl from earlier, only with two noteworthy enhancements. That same girl popped up from behind the other one, pointing at Lexi.
“That’s her, Eva!” She said. “That’s the puta that insulted me.” Eva tilted her head, studying Lexi up and down.
“You’re the one who made Maria, mi hermana menor, cry?” Eva snorted. “Pretty bold for someone with such tiny, bolsas de leche flexibles.”
Lexi didn’t speak Spanish, but some insults are a universal language. She jerked up to her feet and thrust her chest out, inhaling deeply to swell her chest out even further. The overworked straps of her bikini creaked against the unbelievable weight and size.
“You want to insult these puppies? When you’re hauling around those fat, droopy pouches?” Lexi scoffed. “I’m more woman than you and your sister combined.”
Eva stalked forwards, slow, methodical steps, brown eyes locked with Lexi’s baby blues. She advanced until their chests met, pushing up against each other, each woman stiffening slightly as she felt the size, the power of her opponent. Eva stepped in even closer, leaning closer still, her chocolate brown locks draping down to mix with Lexi’s golden strands.
“Prove it,” she whispered, her tongue tickling Lexi’s ear. Lexi shivered, looking up and down the beach. There were too many people.
“Not here,” she said. “Somewhere private.” Eva looked around, nodded in agreement, then strode off, beckoning Lexi to follow. Maria ran along behind, eager to see her big sister humble the arrogant Lexi.
The three young women arrived at a beachside bar. A skinny young man in a polo shirt stood outside with a stack of menus.
“Table for three?” He asked, licking his suddenly very dry lips.
“We just need to use the bathroom,” said Eva. The man started to say it was for customers only, but was cut off as both Eva and Lexi stretched simultaneously, pressing their busts almost into his nose.
“Sure thing,” the man stammered out. “Want anything else? Some drinks, or maybe my number? I could write it on this napkin-“
The women pushed past him and stepped into the air conditioned bathroom. The black tile floor was freshly cleaned, and the air stank of bleach. As soon as the door was closed, Eva began pulling off her bikini top. “Maria, block the door,” she said. “Make sure nobody comes in.” Her bikini pulled her boobs up with them, then let them both slap down against her chest as they fell free. She cupped one in each hand, wiggling them and squeezing gently to show their firmness. “Last chance to back out before I crush you,” she taunted Lexi.
The Australian bombshell just sneered and ripped off her own top in one quick motion, placing her hands on her head and jiggling her chest. “I’m sick of your voice. The only thing I want to hear now are your screams.”
Two steps each, and the two women were atop one another. Brown boobs collided with bronze boobs in a meaty smack, staggering both fighters back a step. Maria flinched at the thunderclap collision. Neither Lexi nor Eva took even a second to recover, shaking themselves and lunging forwards once again. This time they each wrapped arms around each other, pulling their rival into a grinding bear hug.
Lexi grit her teeth as she squeezed, trying to crush Eva between her arms. She could feel her opponent’s firm young titflesh strain against her own, bending her proud boobs and rolling them around her chest. But she could feel the rival tits giving as well, her own set dealing back just as much damage. It was clear that in this grinding contest, they were too evenly matched for either woman to gain an advantage.
Eva seemed to agree, because she changed tactics. The Cuban beauty stepped up onto her tiptoes and slammed down, smushing Lexi beneath her, forcing Lexi to support the weight of two sets. Lexi groaned under the strain. Eva’s tits were the second biggest she had ever fought, behind a monstrous Samoan woman named Leilani. Those boobs had outgunned Lexi by two full cup sizes, and had almost bashed her into mush before she managed to spear them.
The look of despair on Leilani’s face was one of Lexi’s most treasured memories, but she was having doubts if she could replicate the feat against Eva. The ferocious brunette raised up and delivered another top down boob slam, stretching Lexi’s already straining breasts. If Lexi was going to have any hope, she needed to change tactics, fast.
Lexi released her hold on Eva, only to sink two claws into her curly brown hair, yanking backwards. Eva wailed and reared backwards, instinctively seeking to alleviate pressure, and in doing so raising her chest and leaving the undersides of her boobs exposed.
SMACK!
Lexi rammed straight forwards, driving her boobs into the weak underbelly of the rival set. From this angle, they could offer almost no resistance, leaving Lexi free to grind in deep, pushing almost straight to the core. Additionally, her nipples were stiff and pointy, and stabbed the sensitive flesh heavy in nerves. Eva moaned.
“C’mon, sis!” Shouted Maria, punching at the empty air. “Don’t let her push you around! Go for her hair! Rip it out by the roots!”
With a wildcat growl, Eva reached around and seized a fistful of golden silk, dragging Lexi down and to the left. Gasping, Lexi tried to fight back, but the pain was too much and she was forced to back away from her dominant position. Both women leaned forwards, ripping at each other’s hair, stumbling around the room. Occasionally one of them would slap at the other, quick stinging blows meant to humiliate and intimidate.
“I thought you wanted to fight my tits, bitch,” breathed Lexi, tears stinging her eyes.
“You grabbed my hair first, puta,” gasped Eva, whimpering slightly as Lexi pulled a clump of hair loose.
“Alright, I’ll let go if you do.”
“You first.” The two women staggered around just a few seconds more, then Lexi shoved Eva backwards with a gasp. Both women panted, their skin shining faintly with sweat. With their bodies separated, Maria had a chance to survey the damage.
Lexi had more visible damage, her breasts reddening and swelling, especially around the base. But Maria had to consider that most of Eva’s damage was on the underside of her boobs, less visible but no less harmful.
Lexi glared at Eva, then reached behind her back and locked her hands. The challenge was clear. Straight up titboxing, no grappling, no hair. Eva nodded, mirroring the gesture. The two women stalked towards one another, feinting and swaying, seeking an opening.
An opening appeared as Eva slipped on a wet tile, her balance thrown off. Lexi seized the chance, lunging forwards and swinging from the right. Eva groaned as the right hook slammed into her boobs, sending them flopping to the side. She had just steadied herself when Lexi struck again, circling around and swinging from above, a hammer blow downwards.
Eva stumbled backwards, desperately seeking space to recover. Lexi chased after her, swinging her tits in wild haymakers, pressing the advantage. As her back pressed up against the wall, Eva suddenly lunged, swinging from the left as Lexi came from the right. Their boobs met in the middle with a thunderclap smack.
“Fuck!” Screamed Lexi as her boobs took their hardest shot yet. Now it was Eva’s turn to press the attack, shoving her chest straight forwards, plowing into Lexi again and again to mash her tits to paste. Lexi finally got her feet back under her and swung back.
The fight had become a knockdown slugfest, both women swinging their hips and swaying back and forth. It sounded like an audience applauding at the symphony, flesh smacking together again and again until Maria thought both women would pop like balloons.
The two women were almost perfectly matched, in size, in weight, in willpower, but in a contest like this, even the smallest difference becomes important. One woman had the edge in boob weight, and one mighty strike to her opponent proved telling.
Eva moaned as Lexi slammed into her. Her tits were burning, rubbed raw from friction, battered and bruised by the unbelievably firm pair of her enemy. She collapsed forwards, throwing her arms around Lexi’s shoulders to stay upright. Lexi choked out a laugh, desperate with relief.
“I win,” she whimpered, “I win. Say it, you fucking bitch, say I’m the best.” Eva opened one tear streaked eye, desperate for the pain to stop. She could see Maria, her baby sister, staring at her in horror.
She had never fought a woman like this. Even Roseline, a crazy Haitian who had tried to steal her boyfriend, had not fought this ferociously. The two of them had fought in the alley behind the school, surrounded by piles of stinking garbage. Roseline had hurled herself into Eva like a human battering ram, seemingly immune to pain, only stopping when Eva crushed her in a bear hug, squeezing the black tits until they were floppier than rotten bananas. Eva had dumped her in a trash can along with yesterday’s lunch. That had been her crowning achievement, until now.
Eva narrowed her eyes, steeled her will, and began to push. She ground her chest into Lexi, gyrating movements, ignoring her own pain to chip away at her enemy. Lexi groaned in disbelief.
“I beat you, I; oh god, please just give.” Marcia whooped in excitement.
“Get her, Eva! Kick her ass!” Eva pushed harder and harder, feeling her tits penetrate deeper and deeper even as they began to collapse in on themselves. Lexi wrapped her arms around her lower back and began to squeeze back, grinding her bronze boobs into Eva’s brown boobs. No more growls or smirks, the two women could only whimper, in pain and in fear, desperate not to break first.
As the fight dragged on, their legs slowly gave out beneath them, slipping to their knees, torsos still locked together. Lexi began to ram her shoulders forwards, trying to push Eva over, climb atop her and drop a final boob bomb. Eva pushed back, but her tits had lost almost all their strength. It felt like a pair of ripe tomatoes were stuck between herself and Lexi. Lexi could feel her own tits bending just as much. If she could not end the fight in the next few seconds, she knew that she would be finished. She threw all of her energy into one final push, just as Eva rammed forwards with the last of her own stamina. Both women threw back their heads and screamed.
…
Outside, Ron and his coworker Amber, who had just arrived late from some vague appointment, listened to the bestial screams coming from the bathroom.
“What the fuck is that?” Ron asked, eyes wide. Amber thought for a moment.
“It sounds like two women were having a titfight,” she said, “and one of them just pierced her rival and broke her boobs, but almost collapsed her own in the process.”
Ron stared in amazement at Amber. “How the fuck do you know what that sounds like?”
Amber froze like a deer in headlights. “I mean, it’s just a guess,” she stammered, surreptitiously pulling up her shirt collar to cover the suspicious bruises on her boobs.
…
One woman knelt on the bathroom floor, her head drooped down, hair hanging low, hands cupping wounded breasts. The throbbing, burning pain was worse than anything she had ever felt, but beneath that was a thrill. The thrill of victory. The thrill of having seen her rival collapse, of feeling her tits conquer another woman’s.
The other woman lay on the cold tile, shuddering with sobs. She hugged her chest loosely, as though she could scoop her broken tits together, heal the hurt that wracked her body. But this hurt would never go away, she knew. She could never look in the mirror again without knowing that she was only second best, that her boobs had been conquered in battle by a better woman. It felt like a terrible nightmare, but the final humiliation was yet to come.
“Maria,” gasped Eva weakly. Maria stared at her sister, unable to move or speak, overcome by the sight of the strongest woman she knew in such pain. Eva reached out a beckoning arm, pleading with her sister for help to rise. Maria slowly came forwards, gingerly taking Eva’s shoulder and raising her to her feet, where she towered high above the prostrate, broken body of Lexi.
Eva glared down at her rival. “You insulted my sister,” she said, “mi familia. Now it’s time for you to apologize.” She reached down and seized a fistful of blonde hair. Lexi weakly protested, but was powerless to prevent Eva from pulling her up and shoving her against the wall. Eva gestured Maria forwards. Maria started to approach, confused, but Eva stopped her and gestured to her bikini top.
“Take that off,” she said, and Maria understood what to do. She pulled off her bikini, baring her small boobs. Even in their broken state, Eva and Lexi both dwarfed her in size, but hers were the only unharmed set in the room. She wiggled her boobs at Lexi, relishing this moment.
“I used to think you were special,” she teased. “I wanted to be you. I saw your picture in a magazine and I thought you were the coolest, sexiest girl alive. When I saw you in person, all I wanted was for you to acknowledge me.” She scoffed. “Turns out, you were just a bitch.” She pointed at Eva. “That’s my big sister, and she just beat your boobs. And now,” and here she threw back her hair and laughed, “I’m going to crush my hero.”
Lexi held up a hand. “Wait, please, I’m sor-” her feeble apology was cut off as Maria lunged forwards, shoving her small pointy boobs into Lexi’s floppy sacks. Lexi groaned in pain and humiliation as the much smaller Cuban girl ground up against her, rubbing her boobs left and right, up and down, reshaping her broken titflesh like a toddler playing with play-doh. The torture lasted for five minutes, every moan and groan eliciting further cries of delight from Maria.
Maria finally pulled away, leaving Lexi to cradle her wounded womanhood. Just as Lexi thought the humiliation was over, she felt a hand grab her head and press it against Maria’s right tit.
“Suck,” Maria commanded. “Worship me.” Lexi glared, a small flicker of fight rising in her until Eva stepped into her range of view, her dominant tits jutting out. Meekly, Lexi began to suck on Maria’s tit, causing the girl to moan with pleasure. Once Maria was satisfied, she shoved Lexi away. “Now,” said Maria, “I want you to tell me again. What do you think of my tits?”
Lexi sobbed. “They’re phenomenal,” she cried, “better than mine in every way. Your boobs are the best on any beach.” Maria nodded in satisfaction, swiveled on her heel and with a lightness in her step, swaggered away, pulling her bikini back on. Eva followed, reaching down to pick up Lexi’s bikini top. She held it up for Lexi to see.
“You ever want this back,” she challenged, “you look me up. And if you ever hurt my sister again, I’ll find you at one of your fancy photoshoots, and crush you in front of the cameras.” Lexi glared at her rear as the two sisters left, wishing she could get revenge but terrified of the woman she now knew was her better.
“Can I keep her bikini?” Begged Maria. Eva snorted.
“Sure, if you fight me for it.” Maria sized her sister up.
“Right now? Your boobs are so weak, I could probably flatten them with one blow.” Eva stopped and grabbed her sister’s shoulder.
“Maria,” she said, her voice ice, “you’re mi hermana menor and I love you. But challenge me again and yo despojare te in front of your boyfriend, then lo montare while you watch.”
“Yes jefa”, Maria stammered out in fear, and the two sisters walked off into the setting sun.
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