Small Town, Big Tits

[Kerfuffling]

A war council had gathered in Sal's Soda Shop. Three young women, each in her early twenties, sat around a circular table in the center of the room. They were the type of women eyes instinctively swiveled towards.
   "There's no way she's allowed to wear it on duty. She has to be sleeping with the manager, right?" Diane was tall and slender, with platinum blonde hair brushing down her lightly tanned back. She had a swimmer's muscularity, supple and elongated, with the face of a Disney princess. Her gray eyes were narrowed in anger, a faint wrinkle on her nose and a crevice in her brow, worn into place by constant scowling.
   "Also, why would she dye her hair red? Her name is Violet, right? Wouldn't you dye it purple?" Polly was shorter and curvier than Diane, with a paler shade of skin. She wore her dark brown hair in high pigtails and had a habit of bouncing around as she spoke, highlighting the jiggly nature of certain parts of her anatomy.
   "Girls, please. Focus." Alice held up her hand. Tall and athletic, her honey blonde hair and bronze skin had been blessed by the California sun where she went to school. She sat upright with the bearing of a queen who knew her power, for after all, this was a woman who had been queen everywhere she went. High school valedictorian, captain of the varsity soccer team, prom queen; Alice conquered every field she entered.
   Polly and Diane fell quiet and turned to Alice. "We all agree she's a problem. The question now is, how are we going to deal with her?"
   Alice, Diane and Polly had attended Rockwell High School in the same class. When they had walked those halls, they had ruled those halls. The three hottest, coolest girls in town, they sat like goddesses above the mortals, laughing down from their mountain above.
   All three were in college now, but they still returned to Rockwell every summer to reunite and strut their stuff. And every year without fail, the local girls had been forced to make way for the return of the queens. But this year was different. This year, little Violet was all grown up.
   Violet had been a freshman when the three girls graduated. They all still had the yearbook with the photo of her, smothered in pimples, braces and teenage insecurity. If Newton's third law of motion had a biological parallel, Violet was living proof, because as hard as puberty had hit her, she had bounced back and then some. She was now tall and curvaceous, her body strengthened from field hockey. She had a rich head of earthy brown hair which she kept streaked with red highlights. And on top of all that, the piece de resistance, her chest looked like something ripped from a cheap fantasy paperback cover.
   She was working that summer as a lifeguard at the local pool, a fact Alice, Diane and Polly had discovered when they went to bask. They were shocked when they realized that nobody was looking at them. All eyes were focused on the lifeguard in the high chair, wearing a tight red bikini, her whistle draped daintily in the gap between her tits. It was definitely against the dress code, but nobody seemed to be in a rush to correct her.
   The three girls knew that they were hotter than her, but how could they compete with her position? She was visible no matter where in the pool you went. They were like distant stars compared to the burning proximity of her sun. If they had been reasonable girls, they would have found a new spot to hang out. They were not reasonable, which is why they were now discussing which of them would crush Violet in a titfight.
   "We all know my tits are the firmest," Diane insisted, cupping her pair and jiggling them for emphasis. The sizable set barely wobbled, coming to a rest high on her chest.
   Alice shook her head. "Yours are too small, Diane. You barely fill a C cup. Mine are the real deal." She gestured to her double d chest. While it hung lower than Diane's, it still carried a hint of impressive firmness.
   Gray eyes narrowed as Diane locked eyes with Alice. "You know," she said slowly, her tongue now tipped with ice, "we never did figure out which of us was better." Sparks of an old feud, never fully settled, began to kindle back to life.
   As always, Polly jumped in to play peacemaker. "I vote for Alice. Because, you know, her name is at the beginning of the alphabet, and Violet's is at the end, am I right?" She laughed nervously, hoping that her compromise would be accepted and their friendship could continue. Diane and Alice glared at one another, then nodded.
   "It's settled, then. Tomorrow, we take her down."

Temperatures climbed into the low nineties the next day, driving hordes of desperate sweat soaked denizens to the cool comfort of the pool. Two suns sat in the sky above them. One was a ball of flame that would burn your eyes if you looked at it, the other was Violet. Everyone was looking at Violet.
Her skin was shining with a sheen of sweat. The red streaks in her hair were freshly dyed, occasionally catching a ray of light and seeming to flash. Men stared at her in lust. Women stared at her in jealousy. Birds stared at her with the vacant stare birds use for everything inedible. And by the entrance of the pool, Alice, Polly and Diane stared at her with violent intent.
   Polly wore a tight purple one piece with a bright yellow sunhat, the brim flopping down to cover her eyes every few seconds. Diane wore a shimmering white bikini top with a loosely wrapped towel around her waist. Alice had chosen the color blue, the opposite of her nemesis. Her string bikini strained beneath her heavy breasts, which tingled with an electric energy as she anticipated the upcoming fight. She remembered the sensation of a hundred sets breaking before her, and every time carried the same thrill. Her eyebrows narrowed at little Violet.
   I remember when you were just some loser, begging to sit at our table. Now you think you can steal my town, my throne?
   Time to show you who's the real queen, bitch.
   Alice approached the lifeguard chair, flanked by Polly and Diane. They cut across the pool deck like three shooting stars, attracting the occasional awed glance but not enough to satisfy the vain women. They came to a stop behind Violet. Alice hated that she had to look up at her enemy, instead of looking down. She set a hand on her hip and filled her voice with all the venom of a black widow spider.
   "Well well well, look who's all grown up. Little Violet finally got her braces off. And look at that hair! Those highlights almost let you forget it's the color of mud." Diane and Polly gave practiced giggles.
   Violet's only visible reaction was to brush a strand of hair back from her ear, as though waving away a noisy fly. "No talking while I'm on duty," she said, her voice as flat as day old soda. Her words stung Alice like a thorn to the heart. How dare this interloper ignore her!
   "You think you can sit up there and show off your tits like some damn two dollar stripper?" Alice hissed. "You think you're such hot shit, why don't you come down here and find out what a real woman is made of?"
   Violet was silent for just long enough that Alice was starting to think she was being ignored again, but then the lifeguard spoke. "My shift ends in twenty minutes. If you still want to drop a cup size, come meet me in the changing room."
   Heat rose to Alice's face. She was in charge here, she was the one who was supposed to decide the time and place! But short of climbing up there and dragging Violet down by her hair, there was no other way to get her fight. She spun on her heel and stormed off towards the changing room to get ready, Polly and Diane following their war leader.
   Up on her chair, Violet fought down a smile, failed, and split her mouth open in a cheek to cheek grin. Her plan had finally paid off.

[NexusBoston]

Amazing start ! Can't wait for next chapter !

[YuriLesboLover]

Interesting so far

[HumanPerson]

Well, this certainly appears to be a kerfuffle worthy of a resolution.

[orangemoose]

I look forward to Violet getting revenge on each of them.

[Kerfuffling]

The two women studied one another as they faced off in the locker room. Both of them had shed their bikini tops, casting them aside almost as soon as they walked in. Alice's tits had barely wiggled as she shook them loose, the heavy pair falling down against her chest. They hung down now like two coconuts, their full round edges jutting out proudly.
Violet's chest was perhaps a cup size smaller, but had less sag. Additionally, her tits actually curved up slightly at the tips, making them appear even larger than they truly were, and giving them a menacing, pointy shape.
   Contrary to her earlier silence, Violet now chattered at top speed, the words almost piling up in her mouth and coming out in bursts. "God, I can't believe I finally get the chance to crush you. I mean, your tits are a legend in this town. Did you know Mrs. Davids, you know, the librarian, still has to wear a special supportive bra after what you did to her? And that video of you and Rachel, back when she was still head cheerleader? People are still passing that around today. But all of that was years ago, Alice. There's a new queen in town now, and it's time for your flabby old balloons to move over. I can practically feel those things-"
   Alice cut off the conversation with a sudden lunge forwards, lifting her shoulders and bringing her full weight crashing downwards into Violet in one fluid motion. Violet yelped as the giant, heavy tits plowed into her own unprepared set, rolling over them with the force of a bulldozer. She didn't even have time to brace her legs, which flew out from under her, sending her ass first onto the concrete floor.
   Violet gaped up in shock as Alice smirked and wiggled her shoulders, causing her boobs to jiggle around. "Looks like we know what those tits are made of," she giggled. "Nothing but hot air." Violet growled and scurried back to her feet, embarrassed by the quick takedown and wanting to punish the arrogant blonde.
   The brunette lunged forwards, ramming her firm chest straight into the rival pair. There was a meaty smack as youthful flesh collided, and both women groaned, but Alice grit her teeth and flexed her chest, forcing her tits to swell outwards and push her rival backwards. As Violet adjusted her footing, Alice suddenly stepped back and swung from the right side, sending her tits crashing into the smaller pair.
   Violet spun with the blow, but recovered fast, dipping down low and swinging upwards, trying to attack the more sensitive underside of her enemy. Alice nimbly danced backwards, their nipples just barely brushing as Violet's set swung wildly upwards, then swung from the right again. Violet grunted as Alice struck the same sensitive spot. The brunette's boobs, already in motion from her missed strike, went bouncing across her chest, slapping into one another as they did.
   Alice mimed a yawn. "And here I thought crushing you was going to be fun. Seriously, my cousin has better tits than you, and she's twelve."
   Violet felt a sting as her eyes teared up. This was not how things were supposed to go. She had spent all that time arranging this fight, forcing Alice to approach her, and now she couldn't even land one good hit.
   "Maybe you should get some practice with people closer to your level. I hear the grandmas at the retirement community are pretty feisty."
   Violet charged, but yet again, it was bait by Alice to draw her into a trap. As the two nubile women collided, Alice stood up on her toes and dropped down, placing her heavy tits firmly on top. Then she wrapped her arms around Violet's shoulders and began to squeeze, pressing downwards onto the younger brunette. Violet moaned as she was forced to carry the heavy weight of both sets, her chest straining against the weight. Desperately, she wrapped her own arms around Alice's waist and began to wriggle, shimmying her tits upwards. Alice grunted and tried to keep her dominant position, but Violet slipped her tits up until they were level with her opponent.
   "Now for the fun part," Violet hissed, and drove straight forwards. Alice gasped as the firm, youthful pair stabbed into her own set. She looked down to see her tits actually giving up space before pushing back. The blonde was forced, for the first time, to fully reckon with the density of the opposing tits.
   "That's right, princess," Violet purred. "You may be bigger, but no girl has boobs as firm as mine!" She punctuated this last remark with another thrust, her boobs sinking even deeper into her opponent's softer bronze flesh.
   Alice suddenly found herself in a dangerous predicament. It was clear to her now that the younger boobs held a slight, very slight, edge in firmness. If the grinding match continued, it would only be a matter of time before Violet's chest pierced hers and caused some serious damage. She had to separate, bring the match back to a slugfest, where her size would let her wear Violet down before going in for the kill. She tried to shove Violet away, but the younger girl was clearly thinking the same thing and wrapped her arms even tighter.
   "Where are you going? The party's just getting started." Now it was Violet's turn to laugh, part relief, part satisfaction. Alice grit her teeth and pushed. The blonde's body was sculpted muscle, especially her legs, built up by hundreds of squat thrusts. Violet began to slip backwards as the larger girl took control.
   "Let me show you one of my favorite moves," Violet grunted as she strained against Alice. She suddenly jumped up, wrapping her legs tight around Alice's waist and raising her arms to the other girl's shoulders. The effect was that Violet was wrapped around Alice like a python, squeezing the breath from her lungs and the firmness from her boobs. "Time to take this match to the floor," Violet called out, "yee haw!"
   But Alice did not fall. Miraculously, the blonde girl held her rival up, her powerful legs trembling but still holding firm beneath the weight. Alice knew that if she fell backwards, the match would be over. But forwards? Forwards was another story.
   In front of her, Alice could see one of the toilet stalls. She growled and charged, letting the weight of Violet pull them both forwards. Violet twisted her head to see where they were going.
   "What are you- hey, hey stop you crazy bitch!"
   CRASH!
   Outside, Polly and Diane jumped at the sound. Polly moved to go inside, but Diane caught her shoulder and held her back. "No interfering. Remember, Alice is the one that asked for this fight. Whatever happens is on her."
   "But what if she's hurt?" Polly asked with concern. Diane said nothing, but thought to herself that if Alice was hurt, it would be a good thing.
   It would make her that much easier to beat later.

   Inside, Violet and Alice lay sprawled on a collapsed bathroom door. Both girls were breathing heavily, both from their fight and the impact. The cheap plastic hinges had buckled easily, but the blow had still knocked both their wind out.
   Alice rolled off to the right, Violet to the left. As they rose to shaky feet, Alice saw that Violet's tits, despite the punishment she had dished out so far, remained relatively firm. Violet noticed her look of disbelief and smirked.
   "That's right, get a good look at the future. My tits are younger and stronger than yours, but everyone still talks about you like some kind of immortal goddess. No matter how many girls I flatten, everyone will always compare me to you. It's why I took this job, and why I keep wearing my bikini. I knew you couldn't stand to see me up there, and I knew you would approach me first. I couldn't be the one to start the fight, you understand? If I did, I would just be yet another challenger for the legendary Alice. But this way, everybody saw you come up to me. I made YOU ask ME for a fight, and the next thing everyone is going to see is me walking out that door with your bikini top in my hand. And then everyone will know that I beat you, and the only thing anyone will remember about you is that Violet crushed you at the pool one summer."
   Alice growled. "You cocky little bitch, you think you're all that? I'm gonna wipe my ass with your stupid little bikini after I crush those mosquito bites you call tits." She stormed forwards, but this time it was Violet who had goaded her enemy into a trap.
   Waiting until Alice was midstride, Violet lunged forwards, slamming into her head on. A shockwave rippled backwards across Alice's boobs as she recoiled, her foot coming down hard. Before the blonde could recover Violet swung forwards again, another full frontal slam. Alice actually whimpered this time as she felt the younger girl's nipples stab into her, burrowing uncomfortably deep before her own firm tits pushed backwards. Violet grabbed Alice by the shoulders and began to work her over, left and right, making almost scooping motions as she wore down the blonde's bronze beachballs.
   Two muscular arms shot up and out, Alice breaking Violet's hold and counter ramming. Violet moaned as the impossibly heavy tits of her rival strained against hers, threatening to engulf them. But the brunette was far from finished, and she pushed back just as hard, digging her toes into the floor beneath her and pushing. The two women leaned against one another, only their tits in contact, glaring with eyes that increasingly betrayed fear. Fear that here, perhaps, was the first woman who could truly call herself better.
   Alice felt this fear more keenly. Violet had made the stakes clear. Everyone was watching. If Violet lost, nobody would bat an eye, because what else could be expected if you fought Alice? But if Alice lost, she would be ruined. Her immortal image, her divinity, would be gone forever.
   She had to win.
   Violet felt her legs trembling beneath her. Her opponent was bigger, stronger, more experienced. Her tits were screaming, but she refused to be the first to back off. She could still remember the mocking laughs, the pitying stares which she had suffered before her development. All she had to do was win this fight, and nobody would look at her that way again. She would be the queen, no, the goddess. For one brief moment, she could practically see the glow of the future.
   In that moment, Alice made her move. The blonde threw her full weight forwards, driving Violet backwards faster than her legs could keep up, sending the young upstart sprawling on her ass for the second time in the fight. Alice herself overbalanced, just catching herself on her hands and knees so that she hung crouched above her rival, her globular tits hanging down. They had been rubbed to an ugly red through the relentless punishment, but their size and power still promised doom to young Violet.
   Scuttling forwards like a spider striking at a fly, Alice crawled forwards. Violet frantically slid backwards, her bikini being pulled down her legs from sliding across the floor. They crossed the floor into the shower area like this, Alice hungry for the kill, Violet desperate to escape.
   The wall stopped Violet short, her shoulder blades thudding against the unyielding brick. She let out a yelp of surprise as Alice loomed large. Alice rammed into her, driving her boobs into Violet's trapped set.
   Violet started to sob as she felt herself be crushed, quite literally, between a rock and a hard place. Her hands began to swing wildly, desperately slapping at Alice's back, her hair, trying to force her off. One of her trailing hands caught the handle for the shower on the back swing, and thinking quickly, Violet twisted.
   Alice shrieked as a jet of freezing water suddenly struck her from above. She recoiled backwards instinctively, holding up her hands to shield her eyes from the spray.
   Violet scrambled to her feet, gasping with pain, her eyes narrowed. Payback time. She was so excited to destroy her enemy that she forgot her bikini had fallen down around her feet, and as she moved forwards, her feet got caught and she tripped forwards. Instead of the powerful slam she had been planning, she stumbled awkwardly into Alice, and had just enough time to line up their boobs before both girls fell to the ground.
   It was like someone had driven a railroad spike into Alice's heart. Violet's firmer, younger boobs stabbed straight to her core, drilling past her firm outer titmeat to the soft milky center. It made a SPLAT sound, like someone backing a pickup truck over a pudding cup.
   "FUCK!" Alice screamed, her cry echoing out of the enclosed locker room and to the pool area beyond, causing heads to turn and stare. Polly gasped in shock, while Diane grinned wickedly. The bitch was finally getting her comeuppance.
   Violet only had time for a brief feeling of elation before she felt two claws close on her red streaked hair. Miraculously, Alice was not out of the fight yet. As she locked eyes with Violet, the fire in her eyes seemed to suggest that the fight was yet far from finished.
   Violet squealed as Alice bodily flipped her over, the blonde's power coming into play yet again as she hurled her opponent away, sending Violet crashing to the wet floor. Alice rose to unsteady feet, rubbing at her tits as though trying to knead them back into shape.
   Another thunderclap as Violet flung herself against the blonde once more, adrenaline giving wings to her feet. Alice was driven backwards as Violet rammed again and again, driving her chest forwards. Alice managed to avoid the brunt of the blows, but just as Violet before her, she felt the wall behind her moments before the final blow fell.
   Violet drove her tits forward with all the strength of a tidal wave, relentless and powerful. Her proud young boobs pressed against Alice's bronze orbs, squeezing out at the sides from the resistance, then suddenly piercing forwards as they broke through, sending waves of titflesh spilling out in every direction.
   Alice cried openly now, her hands desperately shoving at Violet in an effort to relieve the pain. Violet did not let up, pushing harder and harder until Alice's hands fell to her sides and she could do nothing but sob.
   "No, no, no - you bitch! I'm gonna crush you, I'm gonna - please, Violet, please, no more, no... ah, uh, I, I give up. I GIVE UP!"
   With those words, Violet finally pulled back. Her boobs drooped down, their firmness almost fully beaten out of them, but practically rocks compared to Alice's mangled mammaries. The once dominant tits had turned an ugly shade of purple, and were already beginning to swell up. Alice crumpled down to a sitting position against the wall, hunched forwards as though the weight of her crushed chest was too much to hold up any longer. Her blonde hair, now soaking wet, hung in strands around her tear streaked face, her shoulders occasionally shaking from sobs.
   Violet could not move, she had to lean against the wall or she was going to collapse. She wanted to say something to mark the moment. She wanted to rub it in Alice's face, to remind her of all those times they had passed in the hall, all the times Alice had looked down on her. But the sniveling wreck beneath her was so far removed from the proud, powerful woman she had once worshipped, she could barely reconcile the two in her mind.
   Finally, Violet simply stepped backwards, and began to dress. Alice did not react as she pulled her bottoms back up, tied her top around her chest, wincing as the fabric rubbed her raw skin. The blonde did not even look up as Violet picked up Alice's bikini, the spoils of war, and held it up before her.
   "This is mine now," Violet said simply. Then she gestured about, as though to point at the entire surrounding town. "All of this is mine." And she walked back out into the sunshine.
   Polly and Diane stared in shock as Violet limped out, carrying their friend's bikini. "She was good," Violet said. "But I was better." And the brunette teenager made her way back towards the lifeguard chair, as the whole town watched, knowing the significance of the bikini she now clutched.
   Polly and Diane rushed into the locker room, Polly kneeling beside the sobbing Alice, Diane staring down at her. Alice pressed her face against Polly's shoulder and began to cry.
   "It wasn't fair," she sniffled. "She used the shower to blind me. She cheated. It wasn't fair."
   "All's fair in love and war," Diane said coldly. Alice glared up at her friend, but recoiled in fear at the sight of Diane's firm, unblemished tits, sticking out firm and proud. Alice realized that in Diane's eyes, this cemented her as the new alpha of the group. She was now the only one who had never been beaten, and someday, maybe soon, she would come for Alice.
   And for the first time, Alice really did not know if she would win or lose.
   Polly wrapped her in a towel, Diane reluctantly helping to conceal her as they slowly made their way out of the pool. Everyone watched them go, the formerly invincible goddess now just plain old Alice. Above them all sat Violet, the new unbeatable final boss in town.
   At least, until someone beat her.

[Augur]

Excellent stuff - right down to laying the groundwork for future matches between Alice and Diane, and Violet and her upcoming challengers! (Might we also get to see the less-overly cocky Polly bare her set at some point?) The freshly crowned teenager may not fully appreciate it just yet, but by taking the throne from the previous tit-queen, she also painted a big target on her back... 

I enjoyed both the build-up and the titfight action very much, no doubt helped by the clear differences in breast size, shape and firmness between the characters. I do love variety, and so have to express my special thanks and appreciation for including so much juicy variation in this story.

Alice was also able to flex her advantage in muscle mass (not to mention boob-mass, of course, lol!) and experience on several occasions, but clearly Violet's lead in sheer boob quality and tissue density was simply too much for the blonde to overcome, superior skill and athleticism be damned!

Really looking forward to see more stories set in this universe!



Edit; here's one scenario that at least I happen to find very interesting;

Diane manages to narrowly defeat (a still very much mentally shaken) Alice and takes the top dog position within their group after taming the blonde's big, round boobs in a grueling back-and-forth marathon bout. And instead of quickly avenging that loss and regaining the top spot, Alice then finds herself struggling just to maintain her (reduced) position as she desperately hangs on in a close match against (a more confident) Polly, trying avoid the embarrassment of being bumped down to the lowest rank in their posse. She wouldn't even need to lose that fight; just finding herself in that previously unthinkable situation, in danger of losing to the kind and curvaceous brunette, would be more than enough. Meantime, Diane might challenge the new 'boob goddess' Violet to a championship match which pits two very firm and perky sets of boobs against each other in a long and evenly-fought, pound & grind slog of a titfight. After all, it seems they are currently the only undefeated girls around.

Later on, Alice could well end up winning back her alpha position in the group, and maybe even manage to ultimately retake the title of the town's 'boob queen' (although, given how Violet bested her jugs despite the blonde's clear lead in experience and athleticism, that seems a bit unlikely). But simply having the busty blonde bombshell and former queen bee have to face an entirely new predicament of being 'just another girl with nice tits' would be extremely exciting. Anyway, that's just me thinking aloud! 

[Augur]

As often happens with titfight stories that really 'speak to me', I just couldn't resist the temptation to start tweaking this excellent (if a bit short) masterpiece.... and by the time I was done, the story had grown to roughly double its original size!    Regulars here will no doubt recognize a pattern, lol... As usual, the main content remains very much the same, but I've made tons of little additions all over.

With Kerfuffling's permission, I'm posting my edited, expanded and embellished version of his story here as well. Please enjoy!


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Small Town, Big Tits
original by Kerfuffling
heavily expanded by Augur


A war council had gathered in Sal's Soda Shop. Three young women, each in her early twenties, sat around a circular table in the center of the room. They were all very attractive; the type of women everyone's eyes instinctively swiveled towards.

"There's no way she's allowed to wear it on duty. She has to be sleeping with the manager, right?" One of the girls, Diane, huffed in clear irritation. She was tall, slender and beautiful, with platinum blonde hair brushing down her lightly tanned back. Diane had a sleek swimmer's muscularity, her lean frame looking supple and elongated, with a face of a Disney princess. Her light gray eyes were narrowed in anger, a faint wrinkle on her nose and a crevice in her brow, worn into place by constant scowling. Just from her looks, you could tell she was high-maintenance.

"Also, why would she dye her hair red? Her name is Violet, right? Wouldn't you dye it purple?" Polly was appreciably shorter and curvier than Diane, with a paler shade of skin, and a pair of greenish hazel eyes. She wore her wavy, dark-brown hair in high pigtails, and had a habit of bouncing around as she spoke, highlighting the jiggly nature of certain parts of her anatomy. She was thick and meaty, but not chubby, and possessed a very appealing hourglass figure. Her face, more cute than glamorous, matched her personality well.

"Girls, please. Focus." Alice held up her hand. Tall and athletic, her honey blonde hair and bronze skin had been blessed by the California sun where she now went to college. She sat upright, with the poise and bearing of a queen who knew her power, for after all, this was a woman who had been the alpha female everywhere she went. High school valedictorian, captain of the varsity soccer team, prom queen, sorority president; Alice conquered every field she entered.

Her body somehow managed to combine both Polly's ample, feminine shapeliness and Diane's lean, visibly toned muscularity, and actually appeared to out-do each of her friends even at their respective strong-points; she was more busty than the shapely brunette was, and looked quite a bit beefier and more powerful than the fit but slim platinum-blonde did, all the while boasting a remarkably narrow waistline. Frankly, she seemed to bear significant resemblance to some of the more popular Instagram babes flaunting their assets online. In addition everything else, her large, blue doe-eyes, lush red lips and nearly perfect, ever-so-slightly upturned nose all combined to form one distractingly gorgeous face. To say that she was popular with the boys would've been a serious understatement.

Polly and Diane fell quiet and turned to look at Alice. "We all agree that she's a problem. The question now is, how are we going to deal with her?"

Alice, Diane and Polly had all attended Rockwell High School in the same class. When they had walked those hallowed halls, they had ruled them. The three hottest, coolest girls in town, they'd sat on their pedestal like goddesses above mere mortals, laughing down from their mountain above. Revered and envied in equal measure.

All three women were in college now, but they still returned to Rockwell every summer to reunite and strut their stuff. And every year, without fail, the local girls had been forced to make way for the return of the queens, against whom they simply weren't able to compete. But this year was different. This year, little Violet was all grown up.

Violet had been a freshman when the three girls graduated. They all still had the yearbook with that old photo of her; plain and skinny, smothered in pimples, braces and teenage insecurity. If Newton's third law of motion had a biological parallel, Violet was living proof, because as hard as puberty had initially hit her, she'd bounced back, and then some. She was now lean, tall and curvaceous, her taut young body visibly strengthened from field hockey and cross country. She had a rich head of earthy-brown hair which she kept streaked with red highlights. And on top of all that, as the piece de resistance, her chest looked like something ripped from a cheap fantasy paperback cover. It seemed almost unreal.

She was working that summer as a lifeguard at the local pool; a fact that Alice, Diane and Polly had quickly discovered when they went to bask in everyone's attention, as usual. They'd been beyond shocked to realize that for once, nobody seemed to be looking at them. Instead, all eyes had been focused on the lifeguard sat in the high chair, wearing a skin-tight red bikini, her whistle draped daintily in the gap between her very prominent breasts. It was definitely against the dress code, but nobody seemed to be in a rush to correct her. Especially not the men.

The three college girls knew that they were way hotter than that pesky little highschooler was, but how could they contend with her (very concretely) elevated position? She was visible to everyone no matter where in the pool you went. They were like distant stars compared to the burning proximity of her sun.

If they had been reasonable girls, they would have found a new spot to hang out. But they were not reasonable at all, which is why they were now busy discussing war plans. Namely, which one of them should crush Violet in a titfight.

"We all know my boobs are the firmest," Diane insisted, cupping her pair and jiggling them for emphasis. The girl's sizable set barely wobbled, the limited bounces quickly settling down as each dense orb came to rest almost immediately, sitting high on her chest and looking exceedingly pert.

Alice shook her head. "They're pretty tightly-packed, sure, but they're simply too small. You barely fill a C cup, Diane. Still in the baby leagues. Mine are the real deal." She gestured to her much more pronounced Double D chest somewhat smugly. While it did admittedly hang lower than Diane's, the honey-blonde's best assets still displayed obvious signs of rather prodigious firmness. Back in the day, no set in the same size category had been able to match let alone surpass them in sheer tissue density. Still hadn't, as it happened.

Gray eyes narrowed as Diane locked eyes with Alice's blue counterparts. "You know," she said slowly, her tongue now tipped with ice, "we never did figure out which of us was better." Sparks of an old feud, never fully settled, began to kindle back to life. Diane's own pair might not be largest one around, but had earned quite a reputation for its enviable perkiness and almost impossibly solid internal makeup. Very few women were able to survive more than a couple of minutes against them in a close grind.

Even that hotshot gymnast-bitch whose insanely tight rack had managed to give her girls one serious workout a few summers back had wilted eventually, the champion jock's eyes going wide with astonishment and utter disbelief as she'd watched her opponent's stronger, more resilient orbs slowly starting to take over the space between them. Diane was still mad at herself for lacking the foresight to have that match be recorded. Now she had to settle for just a very vivid mental image.

As always, the dark-haired Polly jumped in to play peacemaker. Almost literally, her substantial rack jiggling deliciously inside her top while the curvaceous brunette shifted around in her seat awkwardly. "I vote for Alice. Because, you know, her name is at the beginning of the alphabet, and Violet's is at the end, am I right?" She laughed nervously, hoping that her offer of a compromise - or at least truce - would be accepted, and the girls' longstanding friendship could continue, once again. Diane and Alice glared at one another in tense silence for a moment, before finally nodding slowly.

"It's settled, then. Tomorrow, we take her down."



Temperatures had climbed into the low nineties the next day, driving hordes of desperate sweat-soaked denizens to the cool comfort of the pool. Two suns sat in the sky above them. One was a ball of flame that would burn your eyes if you looked at it. The other was Violet. Everyone was staring at the 18-year-old brunette.

Her skin seemed to practically glow, shining with a sexy sheen of perspiration in the scorching sunlight. The red streaks in her hair were freshly dyed, occasionally catching a ray of light and seeming to flash. Men of all ages gawked at her in obvious arousal and lust, while women glared at her in equally easily discernible jealousy. Birds, on the other hand, regarded her with the vacant stare that birds use for everything inedible. And by the entrance of the pool, Alice, Polly and Diane were now staring daggers at the high-school girl in question with violent intent.

Polly wore a snug purple one-piece with a bright yellow sunhat, its brim flopping down to cover her eyes every few seconds. The swimsuit did a great job showcasing the girl's broad hips, thick thighs and deliciously bountiful ass, while her sizable bust - roughly half-way between her friends' in size - looked ready to burst out of the one-piece at any minute, stretching the flexible fabric to its absolute limit. While not exactly slim, she clearly had very good genes. Her body certainly had no trouble driving a red-blooded male wild.

Next to her, Diane wore a shimmering white bikini top with a towel wrapped loosely around her waist, revealing the upper outlines her flat stomach and toned abs. Her firm and pert, just about flawlessly formed teardrop breasts were likewise pushing quite nicely against the elastic piece of cloth that covered them, but the effect was a bit less pronounced than in the more curvaceous, shorter brunette's case. Diane's butt wasn't currently visible because of the towel, but anyone who'd gotten a chance to ogle at it before could vouch that it looked impressively tight.

Alice, meanwhile, had chosen a color to contrast with her nemesis' bright red outfit. The blonde's baby-blue string bikini strained beneath her huge, heavy breasts, struggling to contain the college babe's massive rack. Her amazing figure was soft and supple in all the right places, and taut and sleek everywhere else. In a word, she looked gorgeous. She was absolutely smoking hot.

Alice could feel her breasts and nipples tingle with an electric energy as she anticipated the upcoming fight. She remembered the sensation of a hundred sets breaking down and slowly melting against her own, superior pair, each time somehow seeming to carry the same thrill. No matter how many girls she'd already flattened, and how many racks she'd ground to paste, every sweet victory always felt nothing short of... intoxicating.

Her eyebrows narrowed as she glared at (no-longer-so-)little Violet.

'I remember when you were just some flat-chested loser, begging to sit at our table. You seriously think you can steal my town, and my throne?
Time to show you who's the real queen bee, bitch.'

Alice began to approach the lifeguard chair, striding forward with supreme confidence as her 'sidekicks' Polly and Diane flanked her. The girls cut across the pool deck like three shooting stars, attracting the occasional awed glance - but not nearly enough attention to satisfy the vain, strikingly beautiful young women. They came to a stop just behind and to the left of Violet. Alice hated that she had to look up at her enemy, instead of looking down, as would've been more appropriate. She set a hand on her hip and filled her voice with all the venom and cattiness she possessed. Which wasn't little.

"Well well well, look who's all grown up... Little Violet finally got her braces off. And look at that hair! Those highlights almost let you forget it's the color of mud." Diane and Polly gave well-practiced giggles on each side, both sporting a mean, spiteful smirk on their otherwise pretty faces.

Violet's only visible reaction to the busty blonde's insult was to brush a strand of hair back from her ear, as though waving away a noisy fly. "No talking while I'm on duty," she said, her voice as flat as a day-old soda. Her words stung Alice like a thorn to the heart. How dare this interloper ignore her!

"You think you can sit up there and show off those puny second-rate tits like some damn two-dollar stripper?" Alice hissed. "If you think you're such hot shit, why don't you come down here and find out what a real woman is made of?"

Violet was silent for just long enough that Alice was starting to think she was being ignored again, but then the lifeguard spoke. "My shift ends in twenty minutes. If you still want to drop a cup size, come meet me in the changing room."

Heat rose to Alice's face. She was in charge here; she was the one who was supposed to decide the time and place! But short of climbing up there and dragging Violet down by her hair, which would definitely attract too much attention, there was no other way to get her fight. She spun on her heel and stormed off towards the changing room to get ready, Polly and Diane following the leader of their small posse without another word.

Up on her chair, Violet fought to suppress a smile, but soon failed as her mouth curled into a wide, cheek-to-cheek grin. Her plan had finally paid off.



The two women studied one another as they faced off in the locker room. Both of them had already shed their bikini tops, casting them aside almost as soon as they walked in. Alice's large, ample Double D tits had barely wiggled as she shook them loose, the heavy pair thudding down against her chest with a dull and meaty smack. They hung down just a bit now, looking like two well-ripened coconuts, their full and rounded edges jutting out proudly, as if daring any woman to try and match their power. They looked every bit as thick and imposing as the brunette had remembered.

Violet's chest was somewhat less expansive than the blonde's, but looked plenty big on her slim frame, being perhaps one bra size smaller, or in other words a mid-to-high-range D cup. They also seemed to feature very little discernible sag, and appeared noticeably pert even next to Alice's already impressively dense-looking set. Additionally, Violet's perky teenage tits actually curved up slightly at the tips, with each engorged nipple seeming to point upwards, rather than directly ahead like the blonde's did. That remarkable swooping shape made them appear even larger and more protruding than they truly were, and gave her boobs a menacing, somewhat pointy appearance.

All in all, the young, lean-yet-shapely brunette seemed to have an annoyingly nice-looking pair of knockers on her. Quite possibly the perkiest Alice had ever seen. They almost didn't seem real. She already knew she was going to enjoy pummeling this bitch and her uppity little teen udders flat.

Contrary to her earlier silent and curt demeanor, Violet now began to chatter at a rapid-fire speed, the words nearly piling up in her mouth and coming out in bursts. "God, I can't believe I finally get the chance to crush you. I mean, your tits are a legend in this town! Did you hear that Mrs. Davids, you know, the voluptuous top-heavy librarian, still has to wear a special supportive bra after what you did to her? And that video of you and Rachel, back when she was still head cheerleader? People are still passing that around today; her huge, round jugs just turning to mush and starting to flop all over the place as your set pounds the firmness right out of them...

Even Brianna didn't fully recover from losing that public grinding-out challenge against you; lots of other girls have squashed her perfect lingerie-model boobies in a bearhug since then - me included. Wasn't even all that hard, to be honest; I think you broke something inside her... in addition to trashing her precious big tits, that is. And Holly, the former state champ? Her super-tight gymnast boobs never were the same afterwards. I heard she even lost to her boyfriend's mom later on; got those perky little things ground to paste by some old broad... Can you believe it? Holly always did seem like a bit of a lightweight, but I mean, c'mon... Apparently he dumped her pretty soon after that. Found himself an air-head bimbo working at Tilted Kilt or something. Maybe she was actually able to out-boob the mom?

Oh, and didn't you also clobber that boy-chasing biker chick who'd been fucking Gemma's guy behind her back? Her sister Chloe wouldn't stop talking about it! She said that hag had to eventually leave town because of how bad you did her jugs in... I think I may have seen a few before-and-after pics from that one as well? Fuck, those overgrown melons sure got trounced pretty good... And she'd supposedly beaten a couple seriously busty sorority girls before, so it's not like she was some pushover or anything.

Anyway, all of that was years ago, Alice. You may have been the top dog once, but there's a new queen in town now. And it's time for your flabby old balloons to step aside and make way for fresh talent. I can almost feel those mushy hangers already-"



Alice cut off the conversation (more like monologue, really) with a sudden lunge, lifting her shoulders and bringing the full weight and volume of her large, full mammaries crashing downwards into Violet's unprepared rack in one fluid motion. The brown-haired teen yelped as the blonde's massive, heavy tits plowed directly against her stationary set, rolling over them with the apparent force and momentum of a bulldozer. She didn't even have time to brace her sleek, toned legs for the violent collision, and they consequently flew out from right under her, sending the younger girl ass-first onto the hard concrete floor.

Violet gaped up in shock while Alice smirked and wiggled her shoulders, causing each of her large, rounded boobs to jiggle sexily while the busty blonde bombshell began to gloat over her downed opponent.

"Looks like we now know what those little highschooler tits are made of," Alice giggled venomously. "Nothing but hot air."

Violet growled and scurried back to her feet, embarrassed by the quick takedown, and wanting nothing more than to punish the arrogant blonde-haired college girl. She swore to pummel those floppy, overinflated cantaloupes right off the bitch's chest.

The lean teenager pounced forward, ramming her firm, freshly-grown chest straight into the opposing pair. There was a meaty smack as two masses of youthful flesh collided together, and both women groaned as they felt their best assets spread out briefly. Neither needed to glance down to know that the blonde's larger, ampler globes had reshaped somewhat more obviously. But Alice grit her teeth and flexed her chest, forcing her substantial, now slightly displaced tits to swell outward and begin pushing their evidently very dense teenage rivals backwards. As Violet adjusted her own footing, Alice suddenly stepped back and swung from the right, sending her thick, hefty teats crashing into the smaller pair from the side.

Violet spun with the expert blow, her firm orbs quivering from the abrupt impact as they struggled to regain their usual perky form, but the brunette recovered fast, dipping down low and swinging her rack upwards, trying to attack the more sensitive underside of her enemy.

Alice, however, had seen that move coming from a mile away. Her stellar reputation as a boob champion was the result of a great many battles, several of them against true masters of the craft, and her own skills were well-honed to say the least.

The tan, toned blonde nimbly danced backwards, the girls' nipples just barely brushing as Violet's pert set swung wildly upwards, missing its intended target and causing the frustrated teenager to curse aloud. The older, more experienced fighter then swung from the right again. Violet grunted as Alice struck the same sensitive spot as before, the high-school girl's pretty face quickly turning into a grimace. The brunette's firm boobs, already in motion from her missed strike, were sent bouncing all across her chest, slapping into and off of one another as they jiggled wildly all over the place.

Alice mimed a yawn. "And here I thought crushing you was going to be fun. Seriously, my cousin has better tits than you, and she's only thirteen. She'd probably pound those jiggly things to submission in two minutes flat. Just pulverize them like they were nothing."

Violet felt a sting as her eyes teared up, both from the pain emanating from her stricken breasts, and from sheer humiliation. This was NOT how things were supposed to go. She had spent all that time arranging this fight, successfully forcing Alice to approach her, in public no less, and now she couldn't even land one good hit!

"Maybe you should get some practice with people closer to your own level? I hear some of the grandmas at the retirement community are pretty feisty."

Violet charged at the busty blonde, but once again, it proved to be a bait by Alice to draw her into a trap. As the two nubile young women collided into each other chest-first, Alice stood up on her toes only to drop down at the very last second, managing to place her huge, heavy breasts firmly on top. Then she wrapped her arms around Violet's shoulders and began to squeeze, pressing her supple mounds downwards onto the smaller girl's opposing rack. Violet moaned as she was forced to carry the considerable weight of both sets, her densely-packed teen orbs straining against the substantial mass of boobmeat bearing down on them. In pure desperation, she wrapped her own arms around the blonde's waist and began to wriggle and twist around, shimmying her perky young tits upwards. Alice grunted and tried to keep her dominant position, but Violet slipped her boobs up until they were level with their rivals.

"Now for the fun part," the brunette hissed, driving her pair straight forward. Alice couldn't prevent a gasp as she felt Violet's firm, pert 18-year-old tits stab into her own set. The blonde's larger rack quickly began to balloon outward, struggling to maintain its shape and position against the pressure. As Alice looked down, she could actually see her proud, unbeatable mammaries denting more and more noticeably with each passing moment. Her face fell. She could feel the tough, famously dense boobflesh inside her breasts continue to morph and compress as it gave up valuable real estate, only starting to push back with more authority when the teenager's perky boobs reached the inner titmeat and finally met enough resistance to halt their advance. The blonde blinked slowly, not quite believing the sight or the sensation.

Not often did she run into someone whose tits could match her own rack in sheer unyielding resilience, and it was rarer still for another pair to actually exceed hers in firmness. Better yet, unlike on nearly every such occasion previously, this particular rack wasn't even all that small; a good-size D cup rather than a modest C or B. Slowly, almost painfully so, Alice was forced to reckon with the imposing density of this high-school brat's naturally grown, slightly conical set. Those pointy fuckers were absolutely rock-hard!

"That's right, barbie princess," Violet purred, clearly relishing the blonde's shocked expression. "Yours may be a tad bigger, but no girl has boobs as firm as mine!" She punctuated this last remark with another thrust, her pert orbs burrowing even deeper into her opponent's softer, bronze-toned flesh.

Alice groaned, suddenly finding herself in a very dangerous predicament. It was becoming clear to her that the younger girl's boobs held an obvious, even if still fairly limited edge in pure firmness and tissue density. If this grinding match was allowed to continue to its logical conclusion, it would only be a matter of time before Violet's denser, exceptionally solid-feeling boobs managed to pierce hers. They were already causing a fair bit of discomfort, and likely doing serious damage to her breasts' resilient inner meat. She knew that she had to separate from this tight-titted teenager as quickly as possible, and bring the match back to a slugfest, where her size and mass would allow her famed Double D jugs to gradually wear down Violet's lead in firmness, before finally going in for the kill. She tried to shove the brunette away, but the younger girl was clearly thinking along the same lines, and proceeded to wrap her toned arms even more tightly around the grimacing blonde.

"Where are you going, barbie? This party's just getting started." Now it was Violet's turn to laugh, part in relief, part in satisfaction. Alice grit her teeth and pushed against her rival. The blonde's tanned, visibly athletic body was packed with sculpted muscle, especially in her legs and ass, which were built up by hundreds of squat thrusts. Violet began to slip backwards as the larger and older girl slowly began to take control. The brunette looked quite lean and sporty in her own right, but her body seemed to lack the sheer muscle mass and definition of her rival's brawnier frame.

"Hmm, let me show you one of my favorite moves," Violet half-hissed, half-grunted as she strained against the blonde's impressively powerful limbs. She suddenly jumped up, wrapping her sleek, taut legs tightly around Alice's waist and raising her arms to the college girl's shoulders. The effect was that Violet had wrapped herself around Alice like a python, with her wiry-looking (and undeniably strong-feeling!) thighs squeezing the breath out from Alice's lungs while the girl's firm, perky tits sought to do the same to the firmness in her boobs.

"Time to take this match to the floor, blondie," Violet called out, exertion evident in her voice, but sounding very determined at the same time. "Yee haw!"

But Alice did not fall. Miraculously, the blonde fitness babe managed to hold her slimmer and lighter rival up, her own, enviably beefy legs trembling but still holding firm beneath the added weight. Alice knew that if she fell backwards, the match would be over. But forwards? Forwards was a whole another story.

In front of her, Alice could see one of the toilet stalls. She growled and charged, letting the brunette's body weight pull them both forward. Violet twisted her head to see where they were going.

"What are you- hey, hey stop you crazy bitch!"

CRASH!



Outside, Polly and Diane jumped at the sound. Polly moved to go inside, but Diane caught her shoulder and held her back. "No interfering. Remember, Alice is the one that asked for this fight. Whatever happens is on her."

"But what if she's hurt?" Polly asked with concern. Diane said nothing, but thought to herself that if Alice was hurt, it would be a good thing. It would make her that much easier to beat later.

Looking back, it seemed almost a little surprising that the two supremely self-assured blondes had never actually tussled. Never gone tit-to-tit and really battled it out against each other in a proper, full-on boobfight.

Part of the reason was of course Polly, their natural-born mediator, whose diplomatic instincts and friendly demeanor had been able to calm down and defuse many close-call encounters over the years. But another part, probably, was the fact that Diane had never quite felt a need to go all the way and challenge the bigger blonde in order to settle their score for good.

It wasn't because she lacked confidence in her own boobs' ability to win that match. They'd both fought a similarly large number of girls, most of whom were well-endowed and of equally high caliber, and managed to win each and every single one of those engagements, successfully flattening all those other young women's prides and joys with their own, stronger, better and more powerful sets. Yet somehow, Alice had always been the 'queen bee', the 'it girl', the perceived number one female wherever they went. She certainly wasn't the one likely to issue any challenges - especially since a defeat would've meant losing her existing, already presumed top-dog status. No, it would've had to have been Diane. So why hadn't she?

She found herself wondering that very same thing herself... After high school, they'd of course went to different colleges, but these annual 'summer reunions' in their old home town had still offered ample opportunity to revisit the issue even long after their graduation.

Now, it really was high time to fix that. Better late than never, huh? Diane smirked to herself.



Inside the changing room, Violet and Alice lay sprawled on a collapsed bathroom door. Both girls were breathing heavily, panting both from their fight and all the exertion involved with it, as well as from the most recent, rather violent impact. The cheap plastic hinges had buckled easily, but the blow had still knocked the wind out of both of them.

Alice rolled off to the right, while Violet twisted to the left. As they slowly rose to equally shaky feet, the busty blonde could see that the teenager's tits, despite all the punishment she had dished out on them so far, still remained relatively firm-looking, certainly appearing red and tender, but sagging only slightly. Violet noticed her opponent's look of surprised disbelief, and smirked.

"That's right, barbie. Get a good look at the future. My tits are younger and way stronger than your flabby old sacks are," she cooed. "Everyone still talks about you like some kind of immortal goddess. No matter how many girls I flatten, everyone will always compare me to you. It's why I took this job, and why I keep wearing my bikini to the pool. I knew you couldn't stand to see me up there, and I knew you would approach me first. I couldn't be the one to start the fight, you understand? If I did, I would just be yet another challenger for the legendary Alice. But this way, everybody saw you come up to me. I made YOU ask ME for a fight, and the next thing everyone is going to see is me walking out that door with your bikini top in my hand. And then everyone will know that I beat you, and that my boobs are the best rack this town has ever seen. And the only thing anyone will remember about you is that the legendary Violet crushed your lesser set at the pool one summer."

Alice growled. "You cocky little bitch! You think you're all that? I'm gonna wipe my ass with your stupid little bikini - right after I crush those mosquito bites you call tits!" She stormed at the brunette, but this time, it was Violet who had successfully goaded her enemy into a trap.

Waiting until the enraged college babe was midstride, Violet suddenly lunged forward, slamming her dense and pert boobs straight into their bigger, more pliable rivals head-on, with almost startling accuracy. A mighty (and very meaty) shockwave rippled through and across Alice's huge tanned breasts as she recoiled, her foot coming down hard. Before the blonde could recover from her shock and the resulting stunned stillness, Violet had sprung forward again, managing to land another full-frontal tit-slam against the blonde's still wobbling pair. Alice actually whimpered this time as she felt the younger girl's nipples stab into her own, those perky teen dreams burrowing uncomfortably deep into her own boobflesh before the proud, thick inner meat of her jugs was finally able to rally and slowly begin to force the invading pair backwards. Violet grabbed Alice by the shoulders and began to work her over, rolling her shoulders from left to right rhythmically and making what looked almost like scooping motions as she ground those firm, incredibly tightly-packed young breasts against the blonde's massive bronzed beachballs, stubbornly trying to wear her rival's prized assets down.

Two muscular arms shot up and out, Alice breaking Violet's hold and launching a counter-ram of her own. Violet moaned as the blonde's huge, heavy knockers smashed into her more compact set, the slightly breathless high-school girl feeling Alice's massive and still quite solid orbs straining against hers, threatening to engulf them. But the brunette was far from finished, and she pushed back just as hard, digging her toes into the floor beneath her and pushing with all her might.

The two women leaned against one another, only their large, quivering tits in contact, glaring at each other with eyes that increasingly betrayed fear. Fear that here, perhaps, they had at last encountered a girl with even more powerful breasts. A woman who could truly call herself better, their superior.

Alice felt this fear more keenly. Violet had made the stakes clear. Everyone was watching. If the brunette lost to her, nobody would bat an eye, because what else could be expected when you fought Alice and her legendary super-jugs? But if Alice herself were to lose here, if her huge, prodigious, famously unbeatable rack got flattened by this pointy-titted teenager, she would be ruined. Her flawless, long and hard-earned reputation would be in tatters instantly. Her near-immortal image, her perceived divinity among all of the town's teens and twenty-somethings, would be gone forever.

She had to win. She just had to. There was no other choice. She was NOT going to let some skinny little plain-faced nobody out-boob her!

They kept thrusting, shoving and grinding their big boobs against the opposing mass of titflesh with growing urgency, sparing little thought to conservation of energy, and not bothering to protect their own set from the immense pressure and steadily mounting battle-damage. Neither had any idea how long they'd been fighting already, but it sure felt like an eternity. Both wore identical, strained but totally resolved expressions on their sweaty and tired faces as they continued to squeeze, press and sometimes even pump their breasts together.

Every once in a while the tanned and rather well-muscled college babe added some quick jabs or boob-bashes into the mix, interrupting that gradual, almost sensually hypnotic ebb and flow of compressing boobmeat by suddenly mashing her huge, thick globes into Violet's perkier counterparts with considerable force. The tactic elicited several muffled grunts from the brunette, whose eyes were invariably drawn down to their straining busts, the girl's wide eyes revealing her growing concern as she took in the sight; her perfect teen breasts quivering violently under the assault, slowly starting to spread out and flatten against her chest as they struggled to hold their ground against the blonde's massive, almost intimidatingly powerful orbs.

Violet felt her legs tremble beneath her. Her opponent was bigger, stronger and more experienced than she was. She could tell that her once pert but by now alarmingly tender and soft-feeling tits were badly worn out, their dense inner titmeat practically burning with white, hot pain. She'd been so certain that she would be able to tame the blonde's famed udders. So sure that her smaller but firmer rack was going to send those huge, round mammaries into retirement. She wasn't anymore. That tiny little doubt at the back of her mind - the one that'd been trying to whisper that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance those famously invincible boulders might actually pack enough punch to overpower even her own, exceedingly dense boobs in the end - seemed to have grown much louder. And that entirely hypothetical, highly unlikely scenario was now starting to look like a much more real prospect. Given the way this match was going, the brunette genuinely did not know whose boobs would ultimately manage to outlast their rivals.

But she absolutely refused to be the first to back off. Violet could still remember all the mocking laughs, snide comments and catty remarks, all the pitying stares which she had suffered before her later development. And all those bitchy, oh-so-popular girls whose puffed-up udders she'd flattened since then. She remembered all the looks of pure incredulity on their slutty faces as they'd watched her stronger, more solid orbs begin to take over the fight. How they'd all stared on - some in horrified silence, others in clear panic or dismay - as their fat and overconfident balloons simply melted against her firmer set, oozing lazily around Violet's dominant, all-conquering boobs.

Now, all she had to do was win this one fight, and nobody would look down on her again. She would finally be the queen - no, the goddess. The girl with the best rack, ever. For one brief moment, she could practically see the glow of the future. Her glorious triumph.

In that moment, Alice made her move. The blonde threw her full weight forward, driving Violet back faster than her toned legs could keep up, and promptly sending the young upstart sprawling on her ass for the second time in their fight. Alice herself overbalanced, just catching herself on her hands and knees so that she hung crouched above her downed rival, her globular tits hanging low. Their bruised and severely tenderized surface had turned an ugly red hue from all the relentless punishment they'd absorbed, but their size and heft still promised doom for young Violet.

Scuttling forward like a spider striking at a fly, Alice crawled towards her prey. Violet frantically slid backwards, her bikini bottoms getting pulled down her legs from sliding across the floor. They crossed the floor into the shower area like this; Alice hungry for the kill, the brunette desperate to escape.

The wall stopped Violet short, her shoulder blades thudding against the cool, unyielding brick. She let out a yelp of surprise as Alice loomed large before her. The busty blonde rammed into her without any further ceremony, eagerly driving those huge, supple cannonballs against Violet's trapped set with immense force.

Violet started to sob as she felt herself be crushed, quite literally, between a rock and a hard place. Her hands began to swing wildly, desperately slapping at Alice's back, her hair, trying to force the bigger, more muscular college girl away. One of her trailing hands caught the handle for the shower on the back swing, and thinking quickly, Violet twisted.

Alice shrieked as a jet of freezing cold water suddenly struck her from above. She recoiled backwards instinctively, holding up her hands to shield her eyes from the spray.

Violet scrambled to her feet, gasping with pain. Her eyes narrowed. It was payback time. She was so excited to destroy her enemy that she completely forgot her bikini bottoms had fallen down around her feet, and as she moved forward, her feet got caught in it, causing the brunette to trip forward rather indignantly. Instead of the powerful slam she had been planning, she stumbled awkwardly into Alice, but still had just enough time to line up their boobs before both girls fell to the ground.

It felt like someone had driven a railroad spike into Alice's heart. Violet's firmer, younger, perkier boobs stabbed straight to the centers of her injured breasts, seeming to instantly drill past the buffer of dense, inner titmeat and burrowing deep into their actual, sacred and previously inviolable cores. The impact and consequent penetration made a loud, fleshy SPLAT sound, almost like someone backing a pickup truck over a pudding cup.

"AAAHHHHH FFFUCCCKKKKKK!" Alice screamed. Or tried to, anyway; her wail came out as more of a gurgle, the blonde's shocked, primal cry of pure pain and astonishment echoing out of the enclosed locker room and quickly reaching the pool area beyond, causing heads to turn and stare.



Polly gasped in shock, while Diane grinned wickedly. It sure sounded like the honey-haired bitch was finally getting her comeuppance.

The tall and slender platinum-blonde girl could still recall one particularly brutal and intensely closely-fought match from their last year of high school, where she'd been all but certain that she was going to witness her busty 'friend' finally get to feel her fat, overgrown tits succumb to their betters. Alice's opponent in that grueling marathon slog had been a notoriously ferocious red-headed teacher whose breasts were not only even larger than the blonde's, but to the great surprise of all the girls in attendance, didn't seem to sag all that much more, either. Granted, she'd only been in her mid or late twenties at the time, so the relative firmness probably shouldn't have come as such a huge shock to them.

In any case, that top-heavy ginger's mammoth mammaries had wreaked absolute havoc on Alice's set, pummeling the girl's best assets with endless volleys of potent jabs and blows, visibly rattling the 'queen bee' and very nearly managing to fully pulverize the blonde's big, majestic globes towards the end of their vicious bout. In the end, the last few exchanges of violent tit-rams, slams and reckless haymakers had finally done the redhead's mighty jugs in, their thick, obviously very dense titmeat breaking down and suddenly turning to mush as it began to simply melt against Alice's firmer and better boobs. Even so, Diane had been able to see just how loose and jiggly the blonde's own battle-worn rack had become by the fight's conclusion, and suspected that a few well-placed hits (or misses) could've easily changed the outcome.

Two other well-endowed seniors had gone on to confront the teacher later that same school year, but both suffered a similarly humbling fate as the girls' large, firm teen titties got pounded flat by the ginger-haired woman's meatier knockers. As one might expect, Diane had been tempted to try her own luck against the buxom teacher, but realizing that her more compact pair wasn't particularly well-suited for the redhead's favored, highly kinetic fighting style, she had ultimately decided against it. Even if she'd won, the victory likely wouldn't have been worth all the blood, sweat and tears. Diane was nothing if not pragmatic.

Might that also be why she'd never actually bothered to challenge Alice? Maybe she was just too naturally cautious and calculating, too rationally analytical, and more comfortable as the 'grey eminence' pulling the strings behind the scenes than as a public figurehead and front-woman?



Back inside the changing room, Violet had time only for a brief moment of elation before she felt two claws close on her long, red-streaked hair, the sudden yank rudely interrupting her (prematurely) triumphant thoughts. Miraculously, and against all her expectations, Alice was somehow STILL not out of the fight! As she locked eyes with a startled Violet, the fire in the blonde's eyes seemed to suggest that their struggle was far from finished.

The brunette yelped and squealed girlishly as Alice bodily flipped her over, the taut college student's impressive gym-built power coming into play yet again as she hurled her smaller opponent away, sending Violet crashing to the wet floor. Alice rose to two unsteady feet, idly rubbing at her large, seriously wounded and now visibly swollen tits as though trying to knead them back into shape. They were a real mess, but luckily for the blonde, she didn't have time to be glancing around at any mirrors to witness her breasts' true state.

Another thunderclap echoed from the metal lockers as Violet flung herself against the busty blonde once more, adrenaline giving wings to her feet. Alice was driven backwards as the lean young brunette rammed forward again and again, driving her firm, perky chest into the college babe's waiting rack in rapid succession. Drawing on every last ounce of her skill and experience, Alice managed to avoid the brunt of the blows, but just as Violet before her, she too soon felt the cool, hard wall behind her - only moments before the brunette's final, decisive boob-slam connected.

Violet drove those intimidatingly dense-feeling highschooler tits forward with all the strength of a tidal wave, relentless and powerful. Her big, firm 18-year-old boobs pressed against Alice's even larger, much-celebrated bronze orbs, initially starting to get squeezed out at the sides from the resistance they met, but then suddenly piercing forward as they broke through the most resilient layers. That brutal invasion sent waves of supple, tanned titflesh spilling out in every direction as the busty blonde's best assets compressed and were forcibly pushed in, splaying out severely, and in the end proving utterly unable to stop the teenager's denser boobmeat, which kept burrowing deeper and deeper into them.

Alice cried openly now, her hands desperately shoving at the brunette's shoulders in an effort to relieve the pain. Violet did not let up, though, pushing harder and harder, even starting to thrust and 'pump' her supple young tits into the blonde's loosely wobbling wreck of a bust until Alice's hands finally fell to her sides and she could do nothing but sob.

"No, no, no - you bitch! I was gonna crush you, I'm gonna - please, Violet, please, no more, no... ah, uh, I, I give up. I GIVE UP! YOU WIN, I SUBMIT!"

Upon hearing those magic words, Violet finally pulled back. The teenaged brunette's boobs were a far cry from their earlier, pert and youthful selves. Each badly tenderized breast drooped down noticeably, looking red, unmistakably sore and saggy, and certainly much softer than when they'd first started, their once-impressive firmness almost fully beaten out of them. And yet, they seemed practically like rocks compared to Alice's mangled set of mammaries.

The blonde's massive, famously dominant and until then wholly undefeated tits, widely considered the best set to have ever graced the streets of their small town, had by now turned an ugly shade of purple, and were already beginning to swell up. If the brunette's formerly perky boobs seemed to sag visibly, the blonde's proud pair looked downright droopy, hanging down low like two half-emptied water balloons, or sacks of blubber, and appearing like a set of loose, saggy udders that belonged to a woman many, many decades her senior. Frankly, her own grandmother might well have been able to beat the blonde's prized rack in terms of visible firmness just then.

Alice slowly crumpled down to a sitting position against the wall, hunched forward as though the weight of her crushed and completely liquefied chest was too much to hold up any longer. Her blonde hair, now soaking wet, hung in strands around her tear-streaked face, her shoulders occasionally shaking from quiet sobs.

Violet could not move. She had to lean against the wall or she was going to collapse. She wanted to say something to mark the moment. She wanted to rub it in Alice's face, to remind her of all those times they had passed in the hall, of all the times the blonde had looked down on her. But the sniveling wreck beneath her was so far removed from the proud, powerful woman she had once worshipped, she could barely reconcile the two in her mind.

Finally, Violet simply stepped away, and began to dress in silence. Alice did not react as the teenaged brunette pulled her bikini bottoms back up and started to tie her top around her chest, wincing as the fabric rubbed her raw, tender skin. The blonde did not even look up when Violet picked up Alice's own, previously discarded Double D bikini top, her new spoils of war, and held it up before the conquered blonde.

"This belongs to me now," Violet said simply. Then she gestured about, as though to point at the entire surrounding town. "All of this is mine, actually." And with that, she walked back out into the sweltering sunshine.

Polly and Diane stared in shock when the young brunette emerged from the changing room, limping slightly, but also carrying their friend's baby-blue bikini top in her hand. "Not gonna lie, she was pretty good," Violet murmured, smirking slightly despite her obvious discomfort and exhaustion. "Better than any of the girls I've flattened before. But it wasn't enough. My boobs are even better than hers." As the teenager began to make her way back towards the lifeguard chair, the entire crowd followed her steps with their eyes, looking on in stunned silence. Everyone instantly understood the significance of the bikini she now clutched.

You could almost feel the tremors beneath your feet; a deep, distant rumble in the town's very foundations. An entire era had just ended - and a new one begun.

Polly and Diane rushed into the locker room, with Polly kneeling beside the sobbing Alice, while Diane simply stared down at her fallen friend. The freshly beaten blonde bombshell pressed her face against Polly's shoulder and began to cry in earnest, clinging onto the curvaceous brown-haired girl like a small child.

"I-it wasn't f-fair," she managed to sniffle through her hiccups. "She u-used the shower to b-blind me. S-she cheated. It w-wasn't fair."

"All's fair in love and war, honey," Diane said in a cool tone. Alice glared up at her other friend, but recoiled at the sight of Diane's pert, unblemished tits, sticking out from the statuesque girl's chest, looking imposingly firm and proud. Alice realized that in Diane's eyes, this cemented her as the new alpha of the group. She was now the only one who had never been beaten by anyone. And someday, maybe quite soon, she would come for Alice, no doubt seeking to be the one to administer the blonde's second ever titfighting defeat.

And for the very first time in her life, Alice really wasn't sure whether she would win or lose that match.

Polly wrapped her in a towel, Diane reluctantly passing the cloth and helping to conceal their still quietly weeping friend as the trio slowly made their way out of the pool area. Everyone watched them go, the formerly invincible goddess now just plain old Alice. Above them all sat Violet, the new unbeatable final boss in town.

At least, until someone managed to beat her.



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Don't forget to keep hounding Kerfuffling for a sequel! This piece is practically begging for one (or more)... 

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