Small Town, Big Tits: Part 3

[Kerfuffling]

Ding-a-ling went the ring of the bell on the door of Sal's Soda Shop. This sound was a common occurrence, and not the cause of the crowd's lull. There were two causes for the sudden drop in conversation.

   First was the girl. Her long brown hair was streaked with red dye, her face the ideal mix of girl-next-door cuteness and Hollywood starlet, her body the toned perfection of a Greek statue. Violet certainly had a way of drawing all eyes to her.

   The second cause was the boisterous proclamation which preceded her entrance.

   "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages! Make way for the conqueror of The Blonde Brute! Your reigning, defending, undefeated boob champion of the world, VIOLET!" The crowd broke out into a mix of applause, wolf whistles and jeers.

   As Violet made her way for a corner booth, she turned to her friend Min, who had given the introduction. "Is it really necessary to do that every time I walk through a door?"

   Min grinned and nodded. The half Chinese girl had a reputation as a jokester, and once she had a bit she was committed to it. She probably would have gotten into more trouble in life, except her good looks caused men to go easy on her, and her epic tits let her push around any woman who disagreed with her definition of "fun."

   "Hell yeah it is! I've gotta make sure that people know my girl is the GOAT!"

   "It's just, I don't think that the people in the library were that interested in hearing about it."

   "All the more reason it needs to be said. Besides, what was Mrs. Davids gonna do about it? She still has to wear that supportive bra." Min frowned as Violet slid onto the purple vinyl of the corner seat. "Why aren't we sitting in the center of the room? Nobody can even see us over here in the hinterlands."

   Violet winked and cupped her boobs. "With tits like mine, back support becomes a must. Someone with small tits like yours wouldn't understand."

   Min scoffed. "Excuse you, I happen to also wear a D cup. I just also stretch properly every day."

   Violet giggled, but even as she did, she reflected on the need to drop reminders like that. It was not that long ago that Min had been an enemy. The jet-haired girl's exotic, oriental looks had always kept her near the top of every boy's hotness ranking, and when combined with intelligence, humor, and a top ten ranked rack? She had never had a problem hanging with the "it" crowd.

   By comparison, Violet had only recently risen to fame. She had spent many miserable years as a scrawny, underdeveloped loser, cast to the side and left to drown in the gutters of high school society. She had grown so used to being a nobody, she didn't even realize when her looks finally came in until acted upon by an outside force.

   That force was Sydney, a blonde cheerleader and the number five girl on Tommy Jones' official "Rockwell Hotness" scale. She had cornered Violet behind the school one day, furious that her boyfriend, star tight end of the football team and local stud Jack Hart, had been eyeing up the brunette in French class. As Sydney raged over Violet flaunting her "cover girl" looks, and her "grotesque, fat" boobs, Violet had quietly reexamined herself, discovering that somewhere along the line, the mousy little girl had grown into a knockout woman.

   Sydney had tried to prove her superiority with a titfight. It did not end well for the cheerleader. By the time Violet had walked away, the broken blonde had been left staring, through makeup streaked, tear stained eyes, down at two sagging double Ds, oozing between her fingers like blocks of melted butter.

   Once the video had leaked on social media, her reception around school had changed. Guys who wouldn't have given her so much as a wink were suddenly stopping her in the halls, offering to carry her bags, or telling her about how their parents were out of town for the weekend and would she maybe want to come to the party?

   Alongside that male attention had come the much less welcoming female attention. Word of mouth about the upstart rookie had spread fast. Did you know she's never been in a titfight before? She has no clue how to defend herself against a real challenger. Sure, her boobs look great now, but how much better will they look when mine smash them?

   Girls had been throwing themselves at her like dominoes, everyone wanting to make a name for themself by being the one to tame the upstart set. Violet had learned how to fight under fire, teaching herself how to attack and defend mostly by watching other girls as they tried to destroy her newfound happiness.

   Min had been one of those girls. The half-Chinese harridan had come for her in third period math, waiting for Mr. Thomas to step outside before two of her cohorts barricaded the door. Min had stood up and ripped off her shirt, baring her firm young boobs and declaring herself Violet's superior in every conceivable way. Violet had been forced to take the bait, stepping into one of her toughest fights completely unprepared while all her classmates cheered for her downfall. In the end, she had pinned Min down against Mr. Thomas' desk and ground her into submission, only stopping when her oriental foe tearfully cried out an admission of Violet's superiority.

   Unlike the other girls she had beaten, Min stuck around. The raven haired prankster started holding the door for her, standing up to the cheerleaders who tried to wear her down with their jeers, even walking home with her some days. Violet had at first suspected another trick. The canny Min was surely planning yet another ambush, and she stayed on her guard. It was not until ninth period biology that she had learned the term for their relationship.

   Parasitism.

   Min had realized that Violet was a rising rocket, still in the early stages of takeoff. She had attached herself to the orbit of the stronger, sexier girl, thereby increasing her own stock around town at no personal risk. Every victory for Violet was a victory for Min, while Violet's losses, if they ever happened, would simply mean finding a new host.

   Why, then, did Violet tolerate Min's presence?

   A couple reasons, actually.

        Firstly, it brought her no small amount of pleasure to have one of the sexiest girls in town serve as her court jester, dancing at her whim. Second, despite her knowledge of Min's ulterior motives, the girl was genuinely fun to hang out with. She was smart, funny, and endlessly enthusiastic about everything. Indeed, if Violet had not seen through her disguise, she would have happily called Min her best friend.

   The parasite chattered away from across the table. "So what did you do with her bikini? Burn it as an offering to Mammon, dark overlord of mammaries? Hang it on your toilet paper roll to wipe your ass after eating some Taco Bell?"

   Violet shrugged. "It's just sitting in my dresser. I tried wearing it once, but it kept falling down. My parents will probably end up throwing it out once I go off to college."

   "You're crazy. You should have that thing framed, and hang it above your bed so you see it every morning when you wake up. Ooh, did you know Tyler started working at the trophy shop? I bet if you showed him your tits he'd do a custom engraving for you."

   The bell rang again, and two little girls ages five and seven came sprinting into the shop, giggling. As they chased each other around the shop, they froze in front of Violet and Min's table, staring at the two gorgeous goddesses.

   The littler one raised a hand and waved. "Hi, pretty lifeguard lady!" She shouted. Violet grinned and waved back. Min gave an exaggerated frowny face.

   "Don't I get a hi?" She pouted. The girl tugged her sister's sleeve and pointed.

   "It's Mulan!" She said. Min's exaggerated scowl became a real one.Violet laughed out loud.

   "What are your names?" Violet asked sweetly, bending down low to face the girls at eye level. The older one  proudly placed a hand on her chest.

   "I'm Prudence," she declared, "and this is my sister Charity." She turned her face bashfully down, glancing upwards towards Violet's smiling face. "My mommy really likes you. She talks about you all the time. She even has a special nickname."

   Violet smiled. This was too precious. "What's my nickname?"

   "Mommy calls you 'that little slut who's going to burn in Hell for indecency'." Now it was Min's turn to laugh as Violet did a double take.

   The bell rang once more, and a dark haired woman stormed into the shop. She wore an ankle length blue dress with a loose white cotton top, both of which accentuated rather than hid her robust frame. After a quick glare across the room she zeroed in on Prudence and Charity, her daughters judging by the family resemblance, and strode across the room to grab them both by the ear.

   As her two young girls cried and beat at her hands, she turned her withering glare on Violet. "It's bad enough you try to corrupt my children with your shameless dress at the pool, now you seek them out in their favorite restaurant?" She sneered. "You may give my husband wicked, lustful thoughts, but you cannot tempt him from the path of righteousness. He knows in his soul that he will always prefer a good, Christian woman like me over some sinful succubus."

   Violet glared at the woman, who she recognized from around town as Ruth, a particularly (read: annoyingly) Christian housewife. It was a poorly kept secret that her husband visited the nearby strip club, Bechdel Babes, nearly once a week, and according to some rumors, even had an illegitimate daughter with a certain 'Chastity.' "Look, Ruth," she growled, "don't blame me and my choice of clothes for your husband's shitty acts. Besides, it's not my fault you don't have the 'goods' to keep him satisfied."

   Ruth glared right back, releasing her children and stepping closer, dangerously closer. "Oh, make no mistake little girl, I have the 'goods'. But unlike you, I don't need to put my body on display to feel some sort of pride in myself."

   Min stood up and stepped between the two women, who were quite visibly seconds away from ripping one another's faces off. "Okay, ladies, back to your corners. Now look, we're all adults here, so why don't we just take a deep breath, head to the alley out back, and talk this over like grown women? I mean really, REALLY grown women." Neither woman broke their stare as both nodded.

   "Prudence. Charity." Ruth snapped over her shoulder. "Come with me. You're going to find out what a real Christian woman looks like." There were hoots and hollers as they moved to the back door, Min leaving last with a quick bow.

   "We'll be back shortly," she called to a sea of appreciative wolf whistles.

   The alley behind Sal's was clean, dimly lit, and most importantly, private. As a popular hangout spot for teenagers, the back alley had become an arena of sorts, where unhappy teenagers went to settle their differences before heading back to enjoy a nice soda cream.

   Violet disrobed first, pulling her loose shirt up over her head and tossing it to Min before unfastening her bra. Her big, firm young boobs barely wiggled as she shook them free, their curvy shape pointing her stiff nipples towards Ruth's scowling face. The dark haired housewife laughed.

   "Is that it? These are the boobs you insist on shoving in everyone's faces?" She pulled her own shirt off, revealing her full, ample titflesh. While Violet estimated her to be around a C cup, it was a very full C, and still high on her chest despite her age. As she snapped off her bra and dropped it to the ground, Violet studied the pointy, conical shape. Her nipples were large from maternity, and the reasonably dense looking tits sat close together, pointing out like a pair of spears.

   "You know, I actually have a special job around church," Ruth bragged as she massaged her full, meaty rack. "When girls start getting ideas about how attractive their boobs are, and try to show them off with low necklines or crop tops, the priest asks me to have a little 'talk' with them. By the time I'm done, most of them are ready to sign up for a convent."

   "Shame you couldn't do that with your husband's new girlfriend," Violet shot back. Ruth growled and stalked forwards, Violet lunging to meet her. But it was a feint. Ruth suddenly pulled back, leaving Violet overextended and vulnerable.

   The busty housewife came crashing forwards, driving her boobs into Violet's with a meaty smack. Violet grunted as the shockwave rippled across her chest. Ruth's chest was nothing compared to hers, but it was still pretty fucking firm!

   As Violet started to grind her chest forwards, Ruth did something unorthodox. The black haired woman pressed her shoulders in tight, drawing her boobs together into a narrow space. Then she rammed forwards, driving her pair of pale fleshy C cups in between Violet's youthful tan pair. As soon as her tits were inside Violet's, Ruth threw her shoulders outwards, expanding her chest and pressing Violet's firm boobs apart.

   Violet groaned. It was a painful attack, and one which used the strong outside of her opponent's boobs to attack the soft inside of Violet's own. The teenager felt the muscles in her chest strain as they were pulled apart, Ruth's chest expanding with the relentless pressure of water freezing in the crack of a rock.

   Violet tried to retreat and get some breathing room, but Ruth kept up the attack, pressing forwards and swinging her tits left and right, driving her big pointy nipples into the soft inner flesh of Violet's boobs. Just as Violet thought she had a read on the situation, Ruth pulled her boobs back and swung from the side, sending her compact white tits crashing into Violet's bigger boobs from the right.

   Violet actually shouted at that one. With the inner muscles of her chest injured, her boobs were more vulnerable to shaking back and forth, and they slapped into one another freely, wobbling back and forth like a slinky.

   Ruth grinned, her teeth as pearly white and smooth as her skin. "You little sluts are all the same," she chuckled. "You think just having big boobs means you're special. It's always so satisfying when you realize that you're not."

   The good Christian went for another swing, but Violet ducked under it this time, sending Ruth's boobs slapping across empty air. As Ruth pulled back, Violet lunged upwards, slamming into the soft sensitive underside of the housewife's mammaries.

   "Oh my God!" Ruth cried out in pain, as Violet's firm young boobs slammed upwards into hers, their curving shape causing her nipples to dig in deep. Violet pumped her back halfway through the swing, driving her tits up even further. Ruth's chest was pressed almost into her face, the older woman moaning in disbelief at the power of her younger opponent's champion tits.

   Min jumped with joy. "That's my girl! Now send her to Jesus!" Chastity began to cry as she watched her mother's eyes scrunch shut in pain.

   Violet wrapped her arms around Ruth's lower back and began to squeeze, driving her tits deeper into the opposing set. Her tits drove painfully deep, stabbing almost all the way to the core before the dense milky core started to offer resistance. Ruth choked back a sob and grabbed her teenage opponent by the shoulders, grinding back as best she could.

   As the two women spun around, boobs rolling over and under one another, each trying to grind the pride out of her adversary, Ruth caught a glance of her daughter crying. She felt a sudden pang of fear. What if she lost? What if her daughters saw her lose to this woman, this living embodiment of everything she had taught them not to be? Would they grow up to be just like the slutty Violet, walking around town with their tits hanging out, having sex with every boy they saw? As a mother, she could not allow it to happen.

   With a roar Ruth reached back and grabbed Alice by the hair, pulling back hard. Violet yelped as her upper body was bent backwards, leaving the undersides of her boobs exposed. Ruth rammed forwards, driving her pointy tits into her opponent, screaming with glee at the teenager's groans of agony.

   The vengeful housewife used her position of power to force Violet against the brick wall of Sal's, sending her back with a forceful boob shove. Violet grunted once as her back hit the wall, then again as Ruth hit her. Once again, the skilled older opponent employed her 'butterfly' technique, driving her tits in between Violet's bigger set then spreading them apart.

   Violet wailed as it felt like her chest was starting to split in half. Even trying to press her boobs together was ineffective; the inner flesh of her boobs was too sensitive to be a good match for the outer flesh of her opponent. Ruth wiggled back and forth, spreading Violet's boobs further and further apart.

   The teenage athlete finally brought her leg up, kicking out and shoving Ruth away, buying her time to cradle her wounded chest. Beyond just the bruises, her boobs were now visibly pointing in different directions, leaving an inviting gap between them for Ruth to attack.

   The housewife certainly seemed injured as well. Her own boobs were hanging much lower on her chest, and they had been rubbed red from the earlier grinding match, but they still had that penetrating, spearlike shape.

   Ruth smiled at her daughters and blew a kiss. "You see, girls? Mommy told you she was the strongest woman in town. We'll have ice cream to celebrate" They both cheered as Ruth turned back to face her wounded opponent. "Do you want to quit now, or admit defeat and watch me rip those teeny teen titties off your chest?" Violet growled and stepped forwards, squaring up to finish the fight.

       Ruth shrugged nonchalantly, but secretly she was worried. Holy fuck, how strong were those girl's tits? Even now, after she had used every trick she knew to soften them up, it still felt like rubbing her chest against a pair of rocks. But Ruth knew that she would win eventually. She knew herself to be in the right, and God will always reward the self righteous.
She stepped forwards, showboating for her kids just a bit. It wasn't every day they got to see their mom crush a slut, and she wanted them to remember everything that was about to happen.

      Violet suddenly swung from the side, sending her heavy young boobs crashing into Ruth's older, smaller pair. Ruth groaned as her right tit crashed into her left, the flesh actually denting slightly from the force of impact. She tried to drive forwards again and spear Violet's core, but the stronger girl held her back, the muscles in her arms and shoulders straining as she shoved with all the strength varsity field hockey had given her.

      Ruth struggled against the force, only to suddenly stumble forwards as Violet abruptly released her and stepped aside, almost causing Ruth to run headfirst into the brick wall. As the panting housewife spun about, she was met with another boob bash, this time from the left. She moaned as she felt her strong tits bend inwards, but she refused to give up now.

      With a scream, Ruth kicked off the wall behind herself, crashing into Violet before the tan teenager could react, swinging her pointy boobs into Violet's exposed inner flesh. Violet whimpered as Ruth's powerful pointy nipples dug into her soft flesh, threatening to stab all the way to the dense core.

      As Ruth drew back for another slam, Violet pressed her shoulders together and rammed forwards, pointing both boobs dead ahead moments before impact. Ruth let out a scream that died out as a gurgle, as she felt her tits finally fail her, crushed by the younger, stronger set.

     Violet pulled away, her torso shining with sweat, her boobs hanging heavy and swollen, but ultimately triumphant. Everyone looked down at Ruth's chest, the flesh now soft and pillowy, drooping mournfully low, milky white skin now an ugly red.

     "Mommy's boobs are broken," gasped Charity in amazement. That was the last straw that caused Ruth to break down, tears pouring from her eyes as she realized that she had lost, that her daughters had seen her lose. Violet felt a pang of sympathy, but then remembered Ruth's earlier behavior, her insufferable self righteous attitude. This was what the housewife deserved.

   The goddess grabbed Ruth by her black hair, which was now soaked in sweat, and forced her to look up at the conquering boobs. "Tell your daughters why you lost," Violet commanded.

   Ruth sobbed as her head was roughly jerked to face Chastity and Prudence, who were watching the whole thing with a kind of religious awe.

   "Mommy's boobs are weak," she choked out. "Mommy's boobs are small and pitiful, compared to these big, strong boobs." Violet roughly shoved her away, Ruth collapsing to the ground in an exhausted heap.

   Violet now turned to face Chasity and Prudence, and her face was kind. She knelt down so that she could look them straight in the eyes, pressing her chest out forwards. "Do you two want to feel a real woman's boobs?" She asked softly, kindly. The two girls nodded, reaching out to touch Violet's big, firm teenage tits.
 
   "They're so firm, mommy!" Prudence called out to her fallen mother, perhaps in a childlike effort to cheer her up. Instead it caused Ruth to sob even harder, clutching her head as she softly moaned,

   "No, no, no..."

   Min passed Violet her shirt and bra, handing her Ruth's bra as well. "I would give you a hug, but I think I might pop your tits if I do, so you'll just have to settle for a firm handshake." Violet chuckled and accepted the handshake, the two friends heading back inside Sal's, leaving Prudence and Chastity to comfort their mother.

   "The winner!" Min called out as they entered, prompting a chorus of cheers. Plenty of people came up to pat Violet on the back and offer congratulations. Ruth was not an especially popular member of the community.

   As Violet spun about in the crowd of well wishers, trying to talk to everyone at once, she suddenly saw an unfamiliar face, a rarity in a town as small as Rockwell. There was a big, fleshy girl, not fat but certainly quite stout, with long auburn hair and an unpleasant smile. As Violet saw her, the big girl came shoving her way through the crowd, walked right up and slammed her big chest into the champion's tits.

   The crowd reeled in shock, then let out a collective "ooh," as they watched Violet's championship tits get crushed almost flat against her chest by the considerably bigger pair on Kay. Violet cried out aloud as her already punished chest was pushed even further, her aching boobs screaming for relief but unable to resist the opposing set.

   Kay rolled her shoulders once, grinding her tits against Violet, before pulling back with a smirk. "Disappointing," she remarked. "I was hoping for an actual challenge."

   "For your information," growled Min, shoving herself between Kay and the wounded goddess, "Violet just finished a fight, and she needs a chance to rest before you get a shot." Kay scoffed.

   "What, that chick in the dress? Please. I could have flattened her and still had enough left in the tank for half the losers in this place." Several girls in the crowd booed, but grew silent as Kay glared at them. "Anyways, it doesn't matter, I wasn't looking for a fight today anyways. I just wanted to let everyone know that my cousin Phoebe is having a party at her house this Saturday. Everyone in town is invited to come see me take down Violet, and Phoebe is going to finish off Alice once and for all." This brought some astonished murmurs. Kay pointed at Violet. "And you. If you don't show up, everyone here will know you're a coward, and that the best tits in town are sitting right here on my chest." With that, Kay swung about and left, leaving a crowd of excited murmurs.

   Min took Alice by the shoulder and guided her back to the comfort of their booth. "Don't worry about that loser. From the size of those hips, I'd say there's a good chance she dies of heart failure before she makes it home. And even if she doesn't, you're going to pop her on the first pass." But Violet shook her head, her eyes wide with shock.

   "I don't think so, Min. When she hit me, I could feel how firm her tits were. I'd almost swear they were as firm as Alice."

   "That's impossible. Physics doesn't work like that. Boobs don't get that big and still stay firm. They just felt firm because you just finished a fight. You'll see. This Saturday, you're going to walk in champion, and you're going to walk out champion."

   Violet smiled at Min's comforting words, but deep inside, she couldn't shake a feeling of dread that this party was going to be very painful.

[qwerty123]

So hot. Great story so far

[Augur]

Amazing. Just amazing.

Ruth the self-righteous hypocrite Christian housewife came out nowhere. But what a character! And what a unique "butterfy" technique! What mature ladies may lack in youthful perkiness and solidity, they sure make up with experience... It's just too bad we didn't get to see more of proper, honest-to-God boob action without any cheating or tricks here, but I suppose Violet's combined size and firmness advantage would've made things too one-sided for that type of encounter. On the other hand, based on their pointy, conical shape (and her apparently regular taming of troubled teen girls' firm young tits!) Ruth's full C-cups seem to possess impressive density in their own right - not just for her age, but for a female in general... so I guess I'll have to be honest and admit that I would've much preferred to get a more traditional kind of titfight, pitting pure boob-quality against boob-quality, and testing the competing pairs' size, weight, shape and true inner makeup against one another without any outside elements like weird tactics or tricks getting in the way, let alone playing too big of a role. But hey, that's just my personal preference & most humble request. These are your stories, and you write them as you please! The main thing is that you keep churning out more grade-A content like this! 

I do hope that Min's words ring true, and Kay's massive pair isn't quite as overwhelmingly potent as one might initially fear. Maybe quite close to Alice's firmness while still being appreciably larger? Min's explanation for Violet's experienced sensation does sound perfectly logical, since her boobs were nowhere near 100% when meeting Kay's mammoth mammaries for the first time just now. At the very least, I believe we deserve an extremely close and evenly matched back-and-forth marathon slug between the new champ Violet and Titanic-Tits Kay - and also between Phoebe and ex-champ Alice! I'd normally be inclined to put my money on Alice, but given the recent events' effect on her psyche, she's far from her being at her best at the moment. Maybe Polly and Carol can whip Alice back into (the right mental) shape in time? Fingers crossed!

Also, you provided very interesting background on Violet being essentially a self-taught titfighter (with essentially zero 'formal' training or coaching), which does explain her relative lack of skill and knowledge of more polished tactics quite nicely. And makes her superb achievements all the more impressive. Her boobs' physical quality has to be truly spectacular if they've been able to compensate for her skill-technical weaknesses this effectively! Perhaps, having been rattled by Ruth's sneaky tactics-based near-success against her otherwise far superior champion boobs, as well as alarmed by the level of competition she's about to face, Violet will now turn to Min (and maybe some other more experienced girls) for some mentoring and skills-training? Maybe she'll even take a page out of Ruth's good book and surprise Kay with a devasting butterfly technique! That's what I'm hoping, at least! 

And what is Diane up to in the meantime? Surely she can't just let some unknown out-of-town fatty steal her thunder without a fight? For all we know, she might even insert herself into the mix as a self-appointed gatekeeper for the 'boob crown' title match, rather than allow Kay to simply waltz in and snatch her (near-future) throne away from her before she's even gained it! 

A great addition to the growing saga, no doubt about it! Can't wait to see more!

P.S:
I also spotted a few errors in the text, where it accidentally says "Alice" instead of Violet. You might want to edit those, if FCF still lets you.

[orangemoose]

Violet should win again. It is her town.

[Augur]

Violet should win again. It is her town.

It would be a huge shame to see her lose the much-covered boob queen crown this quickly, I agree. I'm hoping that she'll either end up beating Kay, or that someone like Diane decides to 'pre-empt' Saturday's upcoming championship fight (which every girl in town will very soon be aware of) by taking on Kay's huge, round DDD (E-cup) tits herself before they can get anywhere near the throne...

Here's hoping! 

[Drake8]

I couldn't be more hooked on this incredible series. That description of Kay ("not fat but certainly quite stout, with those huge, firm boobs") immediately reminded me of Ciara Lennon's TikTok videos from when she was young and obsessed with showing off her big boobs (even her personality is similar--in several videos, she talked about how she wasn't shy about confronting other girls).
Of course, Min reminds me of the young Kim Ly.
I hope to find someone who reminds me of Violet before the fourth chapter so I can imagine the story with even more intensity.
I'd definitely do anything to be at that party and watch those hotties fight! Congratulations on this incredible story that's on its way to becoming a classic.

[Augur]

I couldn't be more hooked on this incredible series. That description of Kay ("not fat but certainly quite stout, with those huge, firm boobs") immediately reminded me of Ciara Lennon's TikTok videos from when she was young and obsessed with showing off her big boobs (even her personality is similar--in several videos, she talked about how she wasn't shy about confronting other girls).
Of course, Min reminds me of the young Kim Ly.
I hope to find someone who reminds me of Violet before the fourth chapter so I can imagine the story with even more intensity.
I'd definitely do anything to be at that party and watch those hotties fight! Congratulations on this incredible story that's on its way to becoming a classic.

Hmm, had to look Ciara up. In some of her early photos (roughly 18-22yo) she does look roughly the part, in terms of how I've personally pictured Kay, anyway, but perhaps a tad too lean. Doesn't appear particularly stout to me. Very well qualified in the main area of operations, of course...   

Attached a few reference pics for our members' convenience below, so others won't need to dig around for them.

[Kerfuffling]

Amazing. Just amazing.

A great addition to the growing saga, no doubt about it! Can't wait to see more!

Your kind words are always appreciated, considering you're pretty much the whole reason this became a long term story instead of an amusing one shot.

To address your other points, I will say that I generally agree that I prefer fights which are more straight up contests of quality rather than technical brawls, but in this specific case, I needed an opponent for Violet who could provide a convincing challenge without having yet another "one in a million" set of championship level boobs. After all, to paraphrase The Incredibles, "If everyone is special, nobody is."

In terms of Kay's level; well, I don't want to spoil things too much, but I'll at least reassure the audience that I enjoy close fought contests rather than utter domination, so no one character will ever be of such quality that they prove an utterly unconquerable challenge (except Min, who is my new favorite character to write. Min gets to win everything. Hell, Min might become the president next episode, I'd let that happen.)

And as to my mixing up the names of my own characters, I'm going to say that it's a surrealist postmodern critique of the interchangeable nature of human experience, and not because I wrote this chapter in about 20 minutes after throwing back 3 shots of 100 proof bourbon

[Kerfuffling]

I couldn't be more hooked on this incredible series. That description of Kay ("not fat but certainly quite stout, with those huge, firm boobs") immediately reminded me of Ciara Lennon's TikTok videos from when she was young and obsessed with showing off her big boobs (even her personality is similar--in several videos, she talked about how she wasn't shy about confronting other girls).
Of course, Min reminds me of the young Kim Ly.
I hope to find someone who reminds me of Violet before the fourth chapter so I can imagine the story with even more intensity.
I'd definitely do anything to be at that party and watch those hotties fight! Congratulations on this incredible story that's on its way to becoming a classic.

Glad to hear you're liking it!

[Gradius]

Have to admit, you took me by surprise with Ruth's move. Never thought of having a woman use her tits like that...though it does make her tits seems smaller than the description, but that's neither here nor there.

And Min also seems like a character that'll have some purpose later one with how Vi knows she's just following her because she's the current top lady. It'll be interesting to see how their dynamic develops if Vi loses to Alice or the new girl Kay.

[Augur]

Your kind words are always appreciated, considering you're pretty much the whole reason this became a long term story instead of an amusing one shot.

To address your other points, I will say that I generally agree that I prefer fights which are more straight up contests of quality rather than technical brawls, but in this specific case, I needed an opponent for Violet who could provide a convincing challenge without having yet another "one in a million" set of championship level boobs. After all, to paraphrase The Incredibles, "If everyone is special, nobody is."

In terms of Kay's level; well, I don't want to spoil things too much, but I'll at least reassure the audience that I enjoy close fought contests rather than utter domination, so no one character will ever be of such quality that they prove an utterly unconquerable challenge (except Min, who is my new favorite character to write. Min gets to win everything. Hell, Min might become the president next episode, I'd let that happen.)

And as to my mixing up the names of my own characters, I'm going to say that it's a surrealist postmodern critique of the interchangeable nature of human experience, and not because I wrote this chapter in about 20 minutes after throwing back 3 shots of 100 proof bourbon

Excellent, excellent...

Very true - not all characters can have epic boobs, or if they do, no one really does. Of course, keeping the differences in overall boob-quality between each set relatively minor does help maintain a degree of uncertainty and competitive tension for each match-up; when the margins are small, 'upsets' become more plausible even without heavy reliance on technique or dirty tricks, and there's at least a tangible risk or danger of a top-rank set succumbing to a supposedly less impressive pair of tits. I've tried to hold on to that general principle in my own stories, even if there will inevitably be high-caliber and low-caliber sets, with the latter having only a remote chance of prevailing over the former.

Regarding Ruth more specifically, one can only hope that Violet has now learned her lesson on the importance of good technique, and will be able to hold on to her crown!  (Also, I'm now kinda curious to see Ruth taming some bratty teen boobies with her pointy, mature but still dense C-cups)

Min does seem like a fun character. A bit less 'out there' than Ruth perhaps, but with plenty of future uses no doubt. Might we be getting to see her tits in action anytime soon? Or Carol's? Or Polly's? See, you've successfully come up with an entire lineup of interesting chacters here! 

Hmm, maybe I should give writing while drunk or high a shot (pun intended) as well... Sounds entertaining at the very least. The main reason why I had to stop crafting more TA and BFS universe stories is that with my over-the-top more-is-more tendencies and writing style, each new chapter became a daunting, laborous prospect. Slowly but surely, all the fun began to drain out of it, and my inspiration just withered away... Kinda ended up burning myself out, I guess. Smaller, much less ambitious 'mini pieces' are far more enjoyable for me to write now, as is tinkering with other authors' fascinating but (to my tastes) a bit too short works to make them more elaborate and detailed. Your original chapter being a great example. I'm really, really glad that I managed to coax you into making ST-BT into a proper series! And I do hope you can avoid my fate, so if churning out ST-BT stories ever starts to feel like an unpleasant chore and a pain in the butt, please do jump back to interesting one-shots, at least temporarily, until the inspiration to continue strikes again.

As you can see, I'm far from being the only one here who thinks that the amazing universe and characters you've managed to create here hold great potential!

[Drake8]

Actually, I think it's hard to find a girl who's "fleshy, not fat but certainly quite stout" and who's still truly gorgeous. I'm posting some photos where you can compare her friend slim figure with hers, which is clearly more large framed and can carry off that huge rack. A body that contrasts with Violet's incredibly toned and tanned gorgeous figure with a narrower waist but equally incredible boobs. I'm also posting other photos that show that "bad bitch" vibe this girl had, which in my mind fits Kay perfectly.

As for what you guys mentioned, I also love evenly matched fights, but I think one-sided fights add a lot of realism to the story.
I remember a video where Gianna Michaels has a tit-rub with Rebecca Jessop (two stocky women, too), and even though it seems unbelievable, you can see how Rebecca's tits are clearly superior to the great Gianna's in every way. It wouldn't be surprising if Rebecca gave her a real beating in a titfight.
On the other hand, in the famous "Battle of Britain," Goldie Blair's incredible boobs take a real thrashing from an ultra-aggressive Taylor Wane. Goldie looks surprised and scared, it's clear that kind of violence wasn't in the script. In this case, Goldie has the physical tools to make the fight even, but not the mental attitude. She's not an alpha. Another perfectly possible and plausible scenario.

[Gradius]

Actually, I think it's hard to find a girl who's "fleshy, not fat but certainly quite stout" and who's still truly gorgeous. I'm posting some photos where you can compare her friend slim figure with hers, which is clearly more large framed and can carry off that huge rack. A body that contrasts with Violet's incredibly toned and tanned gorgeous figure with a narrower waist but equally incredible boobs. I'm also posting other photos that show that "bad bitch" vibe this girl had, which in my mind fits Kay perfectly.

As for what you guys mentioned, I also love evenly matched fights, but I think one-sided fights add a lot of realism to the story.
I remember a video where Gianna Michaels has a tit-rub with Rebecca Jessop (two stocky women, too), and even though it seems unbelievable, you can see how Rebecca's tits are clearly superior to the great Gianna's in every way. It wouldn't be surprising if Rebecca gave her a real beating in a titfight.
On the other hand, in the famous "Battle of Britain," Goldie Blair's incredible boobs take a real thrashing from an ultra-aggressive Taylor Wane. Goldie looks surprised and scared, it's clear that kind of violence wasn't in the script. In this case, Goldie has the physical tools to make the fight even, but not the mental attitude. She's not an alpha. Another perfectly possible and plausible scenario.

Personally never been a fan of one sided fights. Bit of a personal hangup but it's fight itself that's a turn on for me, rather than the beatdown.

Though I will admit it's entertaining to see the Chihuahua effect in action. Basically a situation where a smaller woman you expect to get dominated instead fight back with a ferocity that takes her bigger opponent by surprise.

[Augur]

Actually, I think it's hard to find a girl who's "fleshy, not fat but certainly quite stout" and who's still truly gorgeous. I'm posting some photos where you can compare her friend slim figure with hers, which is clearly more large framed and can carry off that huge rack. A body that contrasts with Violet's incredibly toned and tanned gorgeous figure with a narrower waist but equally incredible boobs. I'm also posting other photos that show that "bad bitch" vibe this girl had, which in my mind fits Kay perfectly.

As for what you guys mentioned, I also love evenly matched fights, but I think one-sided fights add a lot of realism to the story.
I remember a video where Gianna Michaels has a tit-rub with Rebecca Jessop (two stocky women, too), and even though it seems unbelievable, you can see how Rebecca's tits are clearly superior to the great Gianna's in every way. It wouldn't be surprising if Rebecca gave her a real beating in a titfight.
On the other hand, in the famous "Battle of Britain," Goldie Blair's incredible boobs take a real thrashing from an ultra-aggressive Taylor Wane. Goldie looks surprised and scared, it's clear that kind of violence wasn't in the script. In this case, Goldie has the physical tools to make the fight even, but not the mental attitude. She's not an alpha. Another perfectly possible and plausible scenario.

Personally never been a fan of one sided fights. Bit of a personal hangup but it's fight itself that's a turn on for me, rather than the beatdown.

Though I will admit it's entertaining to see the Chihuahua effect in action. Basically a situation where a smaller woman you expect to get dominated instead fight back with a ferocity that takes her bigger opponent by surprise.

I do have a soft spot for the underdog as well. She doesn't need to necessarily win, just turning what should have been (or at a quick glance looked like it was going to be) a one-sided beatdown into a very even, competitive and closely fought struggle, with the 'dominant alpha' and pre-match favorite struggling to overcome, or even to just survive against, the seemingly 'lesser woman'.

The match between Ruth and Violet fits this pattern somewhat, but the very pronounced role of technique and sneaky tactics (or what one might even call 'cheating') made the action less appealing for me, personally. I just happen to love old-school, straight-forward 'may the best boobs win' bouts which first and foremost test the fighters' actual breast quality (size, shape, weight, firmness/density/internal makeup and endurance/resilience) against one another.

Things like agility, skill, fitness etc. of the two women can certainly provide an interesting addition, so I'm entirely in favor of using them to 'spice up' the match, but ultimately prefer those 'outside factors' to at most level the playing field a bit (e.g. a smaller-breasted girl like Diane trying to maximize the amount of close grinding, or a more busty but softer-breasted woman like Carol going for violent boob-ramming, slamming and bashing etc. to loosen up her rival's perkier tits before a late-game bearhug).

And just like you, the thing that really turns me on in these fights is the competitive tension itself. Dominant-submissive dynamics can be exciting when used sparingly, after a match, and as more of a temporary condition than a long-term state of things. For example in the BFS saga, Jon Grey managed to combine e.g. Amanda's role as Tiffany's plaything, or Connie agreeing to some of Tiff's requests after losing to her, with a continuous, always lingering low-level background competitive tension, which suggested that a rematch might be on the horizon, and the previous loser could, however unlikely, actually have a chance of flipping the result. That type of tension is what keeps me up at night - in a good way, lol!

I'm posting some photos where you can compare her friend slim figure with hers, which is clearly more large framed and can carry off that huge rack. A body that contrasts with Violet's incredibly toned and tanned gorgeous figure with a narrower waist but equally incredible boobs.

As a sidenote, to my eyes, the toned and narrow-waisted blonde in pic 7 could almost be a body-double for Diane. Roughly the right magnitude of size disparity, and with a visibly firm and perky set of boobs.

[Augur]

Speaking of unusual tactics, underdogs and the "Chihuahua effect", this discussion reminded me of one interesting match from an early(ish) portion of Jon Grey's main saga, namely BFS chapter 13, pitting a very firm, pert and densely-packed pair of lower-end C-cup breasts against somewhat larger (but far from huge, I'd guess maybe a large C or a D cup) knockers that look much softer, looser and saggier. The latter type of breasts tend to be pretty heavily underrepresented in these works, mine included, so it's really refreshing to see that Jon decided to feature them here. I'll paste the relevant bits below:

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A younger girl that I had not seen before stepped into my frame of view. She was shorter than most of the girls, which made her breasts look larger on her frame. Her t-shirt clung to the sides of her globes, and I felt my pulse quicken with anticipation of seeing her breasts on display. Her blonde hair framed her round face, which looked nervous. As she waited, she licked her lips. She was a relatively small girl, though she was definitely soft. I had been to the gym a lot, and I could now tell the difference between someone who worked out and someone who didn't.

I recognized the next girl to come in, as Darla stepped forward. The last time I'd seen her naked breasts, I realized, watching them barely move on her chest, was when I'd sprayed them with my cum. I almost laughed as I watched her stand next to the new girl. Darla's sister Emma had been amazingly toned, a workout goddess. Next to Emma, Darla looked a bit doughy, but after both my time in the gym, and standing next to the new girl, I could tell she was toned and in shape. I couldn't believe how much I'd misjudged her. Darla's tits were definitely smaller, but even those seemed to mirror Darla's physique compared to the blonde's: firm and sculpted.

I doubted I'd be participating in any postfight activities with Tiffany; she'd mentioned that she was heading home, but when she lost to Sabrina, we both seemed to be stricken by it as well. I wondered if Tiffany was toning down my participation to keep the two worlds more separate. Within seconds of that thought, the new girl had pulled off her shirt.   Her tits were larger, and they bounced freely on her chest, hanging noticeably. The pink nipples were thick already, but whomever the new girl was, she was no stranger to titfights. She immediately (and dispassionately) began pulling at her tips, forcing her flesh to jiggle outward.

Darla rubbed her own, pinching and tweaking her dark red nipples until they stood out even more noticeably.

"You ready Becca?" Darla asked. Becca nodded, cupping her own breasts in response. When she let them go, they swung down, and Darla stepped forward.

They must have agreed on a nipple fight first. Both women grabbed the bottoms of their respective breasts, and lined up the thick points atop their tits. Becca showed more aggression, flicking Darla's left tip with her right, then coming back and doing the flick from the other direction. Both women breathed in the sensation, even expected, a bit of a surprise. Darla grinned as they began a little nipple sword fight, fencing and slashing with their perky tips. As expected, both girls were looking down aiming and striking. Each woman's nipple danced and bent, springing back to full form after the blow had passed. Darla would strike, stabbing blows, and Becca would counter by gently turning her hips, swiping at Darla's jousts from the side. Both women kept their eyes firmly on the four nipples doing battle between them.

Darla's strategy seemed to be the stabbing blows, using her size to strike at the larger target. I was amazed at how much Darla treated the nipple fight like a boxing match, landing as many blows as possible against an opponent with larger breasts. Becca pushed her tits forward, hoping to keep their breasts close so the blows would lose force, but Darla moved back, stabbing as she went.

The blonde suddenly swung from the side, hoping to catch the peaks of Darla's breasts by surprise, but the brunette was faster, and pulled up. Becca grunted as Darla's stiff tips pointed into the blonde's areolas, bending back the prickly flesh with the force of the blow. Darla stabbed again, a near miss, but still close enough to make Becca bite her lower lip. Becca slid her tits left over Darla's, but Darla scooted her nipples out of the way, avoiding any attacks to her spikes. When Darla came down, she scored a direct hit on the base of Becca's areoa, but the blonde thrust forward immediately, and her own thick tips  finally caught Darla's smaller areola. Darla winced, and I could tell even from the distance that the blow had caught her off guard.

Aside from the few grunts I'd heard from Becca, the blonde had made little noise throughout the fight, instead focusing on the battle of her nipples. The fight had gone pretty much as I'd expected, with each fighter taking turns in controlling the momentum. As I watched though, something changed, and I knew others had seen it before me. The change was drastic, but as I watched, it was also gradual, and my distance prevented catching details.

What I hadn't expected to see was Becca's thick, swollen nubs grow even thicker with each pass of Darla's now completely outmatched nipple. Darla's had not bent, but in terms of size, it was almost shocking to watch Becca's now monstrous nipple begin battering Darla's pert tips. Darla must have seen it before, as she was not surprised, but the discomfort on her face was apparent. Becca showed no emotion as her nipples began pushing Darla's around, bending them back, and then letting them bounce back before pushing them again.

Darla moaned as she felt her nipples' resistance failing. By the time Becca's nipples had stopped growing, they were twice the size of Darla's smaller peaks. At that point, Darla's tips flopped around to the whim of the superior points of the blonde aggressor. As Becca felt Darla's weakening resistance, she began viciously swiping her tits from left to right. Each pass was like a mini titfight, in that the larger pair was crashing into the smaller pair like a wrecking ball. While I'd seen a smaller pair beat a larger pair often in the fights that I'd watched (my mind immediately wandered to Kara's nursing her own beaten tits after the fight with Tiffany), the tactic that seemed effective in a lot of them was simply smashing the larger pair into the smaller.

It seemed effective in the nipple fight as each pass also had its toll on Darla. Becca watched with an alarming amount o disinterest as she finally just thrust her tits forward, ending the nipple fight. Darla moaned sadly as Becca pinned Darla's eft nipple up and her right nipple to the left. The blonde flicked her left nipple over Darla's right, keeping the left pinned while she battered the tip.

"Please, stop," Darla moaned.

"You said you could do whatever you wanted, that if I gave up, you'd ignore me," Becca said coldly. "So I'm going to flatten your weak little nipples, than I'm going to flatten your little titties, too. And I'll do each one at a time." I watched Becca begin to fulfill at least the promise on her nipples. Her left nipple came from every direction, and Darla's tip, like some punch-drunk fighter, lazily wobbled on her chest. It certainly wasn't putting up a fight, and before Becca looked meaningfully at Darla and whispered in her ear, I saw how limp and small it had actually become. It was a short glance, because Becca finally thrust her swollen spike forward, flattening Darla's nipple. The crowd murmured, but remained silent as Becca went through the same, drawn out process for Darla's left tip, battering it before flattening it.

"Nipple fight to me," Becca hissed, pulling away from Darla's shade-like tips. I grunted to myself watching Darla's flattened nipples exposed to the sight of everyone there.

"You fucking flattened my nipples," Darla moaned. Becca pushed them in again, and she yelped. "Your nipples are so much better and stronger than mine," Darla said quickly, wincing as Becca held her beaten tips in place. "You owned my beaten tips, Becca." The blonde grinned, pulling away.

"Now it's time for those tits," Becca said, the cool voice edging just a bit with disdain at the final word.

"How about a break, first," a voice called out. I recognized Tiffany's, and watched as Becca turned towards her. She rolled her eyes, but backed away.

"Fine. Just think about those titties getting flattened, too, Darla. Nothing like anticipation to make the moment more meaningful."

Darla cupped her tits, wincing as her fingers brushed the lifeless nipples on her chest. The break went quickly, and soon Becca was standing there, her amazing nipples still at full size. I wondered if Tiffany could beat them, but immediately turned my attention to the two women, as Becca wasted no time, slamming her chest forward. The smack was loud, but I was surprised at Darla's reaction. She winced, noticeably, and almost pulled back instinctively.

"Where are you going?" Becca snapped. She grabbed Darla's shoulders and thrust forward again. Another loud smack, and Darla groaned. Becca slammed forward again, and while her tits swung more easily than Darla's, the blows that were landing were definitely forceful. Becca was experienced, I realized, and she had a strategy that worked for her. Darla tried to pull away, but Becca held her.

"I thought you wanted to titfight, Darla. Bring those tits closer so I can fight them!" Another blow sent Darla reeling. I saw a familiar, angry look, on Darla's face, though, and she brought her arms around the small of the Becca's back.

"Then come on, Becca." Due to their natural softness, Becca's breasts seemed to splay out against Dara's firmer rack. Darla began grinding hard against the blonde, forcing her small, firm jugs into and over the softer, paler skin of her opponent's boobs. Becca grunted as she felt the hard tits burrowing into her own, but didn't shy back from contact, pulling Darla in as well.

"My firm titties are about to pop yours, Becca," Darla hissed. "You flattened my nips pretty good, but I'm going to pound your tits into the worthless sacks they are meant to be." Darla pulled back from the hug and thrust forward, a rocking blow that sent waves from the center of Becca's pale teats outward. Darla thrust again, this time pushing Becca's fleshy tits upward, toward her face. Becca pushed down, but forced her tits around Darla's smaller pair, while Darla grinned.

"I love those soft, fleshy tits. Good for milking. Not so much for fighting though." Becca snarled and pulled back herself, thrusting forward. While her tits distorted again, the blow did cause some pain, and when she pulled back, I saw her aiming more carefully, her eyes focused on the two firm, young tits in front of her. When she thrust this time, Darla yelled.

"Oh shit!" Darla said, releasing the hug on her end. Becca was having none of it, pulling back, and holding Darla as still as she could. Another blow landed; apparently a successful one. Darla's eyes closed in pain, and she swung from the left, connecting her right breast into Becca's right orb. The blonde winced, but moved her arms up to the brunette's shoulders and held her for another straight on blow.

I could not figure out why that particular tactic was doing so much damage until they turned and I had a profile view. Becca's thick, powerful nipples were hammering Darla's beaten tips even more, and the blows from Becca's larger tits were doing some damage along the way. Darla's distraction allowed Becca to land two more wrecking-ball blows from her larger tits, and the brunette moaned as she tried to fight back. A wild thrust from Darla connected, and Becca groaned, but kept her hands on Darla's shoulders. Both women began trading thrusts.

Darla took over, landing three blows from her right tit, and moved back into a more quickened pace, punching at Becca's softer breasts with her smaller pair. Becca reacted, grunting or gasping with each hit that shook her breasts. Darla did avoid the blonde's nipples watching her blows and placing them quickly. I noticed that each strike hit under or to the side.

Becca turned it around as she met one swing head on. I couldn't tell where the nipple struck, but it seemed as though it hadn't done as much damage to Darla as the previous attack, so I assumed it was a glancing blow. Becca quickly fired another shot, thrusting her left breast into Darla's smaller orb. Darla grunted this time, and again as Becca swung from the right. Both women began pulling back to attack, firing shots that jiggled Becca's chest and smacked loudly against Darla's rack. The next moment seemed completely part of the stalemate, save for one detail.

I watched as Becca swung her left breast into Darla's right, and Darla grunted as she tried her own blow. Becca pulled back just enough that, unfortunately for Darla, the latter's left areola and sore nipple fell right onto the powerful tip of Becca's right breast. Darla gurgled as she clutched at her boob, and Becca pushed Darla towards the wall. The brunette allowed herself to be pushed after almost falling, and soon found her body against the living room wall. A crowd of girls surrounded her on the other side, and I noticed Tiffany and the new girl in the center of the party.

Becca began throwing wild haymakers, but with precision. I'd never seen control like that, but each tit strike found its mark. Becca's breasts slapped mightily against her foe's chest. The echoes were muted by the crowd, but the sound of slapping flesh was easily heard by everyone in the room.

"I'm going to flatten your titties, too, Darla." Darla twisted, but winced as Becca pulled her arm above her head, thrusting Darla's chest out.

Becca swung upward, and Darla closed her eyes in anticipation of the blow. She was right to expect a heavy shot, and everyone saw Darla's tits shake with the impact. Darla groaned, awaiting another blow. It came from the side, Becca's heavy left tit plowing into Darla's left with another "crack." Becca slammed her from the other side. I was amazed at how tough her tits seemed to be, given their apparent visible softness. Becca continued the treatment for a few moments, and Darla's head sagged forward.

Becca released Darla's hands, and the brunette let them drop freely to the side.

"Watch," Becca ordered. Darla looked down, defeated, as Becca thrust her chest forward. This time, as Becca pushed up, her tits weren't the only ones moving. Darla's smaller breasts pushed up, flopping down as Becca pulled away. Becca had pounded much of the firmness from Darla's sacks in what was one of the more brutal fights I'd seen. Her ferocity was impressive, though I wondered how she'd fare against Tiffany or Sabrina.

Becca dropped her tits on top of Darla's, pushing them down, and slowly but visibly, Darla's breasts began to spread over her chest.

"You're flattening my tits," Darla moaned. "Please, Becca. You've got better tits. They're stronger and firmer than mine, and your nipples are unbeatable."

"Yes they are," Becca said. "Now hold my superior tits." I was again amazed that Becca had won. Even as Darla held them, Becca's tits drooped noticeably. They had some heft, and obviously weren't flat, but their look was surprise given the results.  Becca stepped forward just slightly.

"Drop them," Becca whispered. Darla kept her eyes on her beaten sacks as she dropped Becca's winning tits on her own. Her breasts flattened from the blow, and Becca pushed forward. "I crushed your little titties, Darla. I flattened you on your turf. Now what am I going to get?"

"Please, Becca." The cold laugh answered any questions about mercy that the blonde had.

"Say it, bitch, or I'll make you do it here." I was amazed at how ferocious Becca was, and wondered what she and Darla had in their past.

"Fine! I'm going to let you use me. I'm your plaything, Becca. I'm your slut. My worthless tits belong to you, and so does the rest of me tonight." Becca reached out to fill her hands with Darla's beaten breasts. She squeezed them.

"Good little slut. Come upstairs and make me cum." Darla's shoulders sagged and I felt a bit bad for her as she marched upstairs, her conqueror leading the way.

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[Augur]