Small Town, Big Tits: Part 6

[Kerfuffling]

   There was not even a minute's pause between Alice's victory, and the entrance of the next two competitors into the makeshift ring. Both Kay and Diane were already topless, showing off their sharply contrasting, shapely forms.
   
Diane was long and slender, tight muscles gliding smoothly over one another with each movement. Her pert, undefeated C cup tits rode high on her chest, the firmest set ever seen in Rockwell.

While it would have been absurd to call the blonde's boobs small, they were visibly dwarfed by their opponents tonight. Kay's mammoth melons were the biggest set most people in the room had ever seen. Beyond just their size, they hung reasonably high on her chest and seemed to hold their shape remarkably well, indicating an impossibly dense interior.

Violet remembered how they had felt back at Sal's. At the time, her assessment had been that they were firmer even than Alice's smaller set, but the brunette's boobs were obviously damaged at that time. Still, she felt reasonably certain that a comparison of firmness between Alice and Kay would reveal a much smaller difference than anyone would expect.

Min leaned over and whispered, "keep a close eye on them. One of those two will be your next opponent." Violet appreciated the advice, but knew that she would be relying on Min's analysis of the fight to guide her. She still lacked the technical knowledge to really analyze and capitalize on an opponent's weakness.

On the opposite side of the ring, Polly, Carol and Alice were watching Diane. Alice had chosen to remain topless, leaving her battered but triumphant boobs bare for everyone to see. Girls who had earlier laughed now gave her a wide berth, their looks tinged with caution. Everyone now knew that the goddess was back, and woe to any mortal who incurred her wrath.

With a red cup of rum and coke in her hand, Alice called out to the fighters, "C'mon Kay! Pound those pancakes even flatter!" The big brunette gave a mock salute, as Diane glared at her former friend.

   Polly frowned and gently set a hand on Alice's shoulder. "Alice, I know what she did to you was shitty, but c'mon. Diane cheered for you. She even pulled Kay off of you, remember?" Alice brushed her friend's hand away with a glare.
   
   "That cold hearted bitch cheap shotted me in an unfair fight, and now, I'm going to watch sweet karma in action. Then, my mom is going to crush Violet. And pretty soon, I'm gonna get my revenge on both of them, reclaim my throne, and nobody will ever fuck with me again." Alice glared across the ring at Violet, who did not notice the hate filled blue orbs zeroing in on her. "I had you beat, we both knew it, and then you cheated. Your boobs may be half decent, but I'm the goddess of fucking Rockwell. When the time comes, I'm going to make you worship me."

   The two combatants walked in slow, lazy circles around one another. While they had both been ready to commit murder just a few minutes ago, now that the time had come neither seemed to be in any rush. They both waved to the crowd, wiggled their boobs intimidatingly towards each other, and exchanged barbed taunts.

   "I can't tell, are those your tits, or just another set of lovehandles?" Diane cattily snickered.

   Kay placed a hand above her eyes and squinted. "Could someone get me a magnifying glass? I can't seem to see my opponent's boobs."

   On some subconscious signal, both girls planted their feet and swung to face each other fully, lining up their chests. Someone outside the ring called out, "Ten bucks says Diane spears Kay on the first hit!" Kay's eye twitched, and with a roar the auburn haired mountain came barreling forwards, Diane lunging to meet her.

   The two girls met in the middle, both ramming dead ahead. Diane's smaller, pointier chest stabbed into Kay's softer flesh, but the blonde gasped in surprise at the sensation. She had been expecting boobs this big to be soft and pliable, but these felt like bags of wet sand! She may not have been as firm as Alice, and certainly nothing compared to Diane herself, but she still had to be in the top five firmest sets Diane had ever encountered.

   Kay grinned, recognizing Diane's shocked look. She had seen it before on dozens of other girls, moments before their inevitable humiliation. "That's right, scarecrow," she crowed. "I've got the size AND the firmness!" With another roar, she rammed forwards again.

   Diane grunted as she was driven backwards by the sheer size of her opponent. Again, her tits stabbed into the rival set, but there was so much mass in the way that Kay seemed able to just ignore it.

   And the ferocity! There was not even a moment's pause between attacks, Kay simply hurling her wrecking ball set forwards relentlessly. Diane cried out in pain as her boobs were slammed left, then right, their firm flesh trembling more and more with each strike.

   One monstrous uppercut sent Diane stumbling backwards onto the couch, clutching her boobs as she moaned in agony. "Look out!" Someone cried, and Diane looked up just in time to see Kay's giant form flying through the air, crashing down on top of her tit first.

   Diane shrieked as her boobs almost caved in under the weight, their absurdly firm centers the only thing keeping her from total destruction. Kay lay flat atop her, pressing down with that relentless size, panting even as she grinned in savage exultation.

   "Ready to give up yet, Diane?" She sweetly snarled. Diane's only response was to wrap her arms around Kay's chest and wrap her legs around Kay's waist, and begin grinding upwards. Kay grunted in surprise. Despite the fact that gravity was on her side, AND in spite of the beatdown, Diane's firm boobs were actually still grinding into hers! The blonde girl growled like a pit bull with a bone, pressing upwards harder and harder as her chest slowly began to reassert itself, centimeter by agonizing centimeter.

   Back outside the ring, Alice was calling encouragement to Kay when she saw Phoebe returning to the crowd, held up by Pepper. The broken brunette was still crying, cradling her wounded chest, which was now covered with a loose white shirt. Alice could just make out Phoebe's words to Pepper.
   
   "If it wasn't for the couch, mom, I had her! I was about to flip her over, but the couch blocked me. If that couch hadn't been in the way, I would have won." Alice rolled her eyes in exasperation. Honestly, sore losers were the worst. She turned back to the action to watch Diane's destruction.

   "C'mon, Kay, you've got her on the ropes, now finish her!"

   Kay was growing more frantic by the second. She had first tried to outgrind Diane, leveraging her dominant position, but had only succeeded in wearing out her own boobs against Diane's firm cones. Then she had tried to go for a boob bomb, but Diane had seen it coming and tightened her arms, pulling the big girl in close. Kay tried to wrestle her way free, but she was too tired. The early explosion of effort had left her drained. In truth, this was becoming the longest fight she had ever been in. No girl had ever been able to weather her opening salvo.

   The auburn haired titaness moaned in agony as Diane's pert, rock hard chest stabbed deeper and deeper upwards into her own rack. Diane barked out a laugh, half in triumph, half in relief. "What's the matter, Kay? Getting a little tired? Don't worry, once I finish fluffing up these pillows for you, you can take a nice long nap." She rolled her shoulders, drawing out a wail of pain as her boobs stabbed into their softer rivals.

   Carol was the first to recognize what Kay was about to do, and she could hardly believe it. She saw the giant spread her thick, meaty legs wide apart, then tense every muscle in her body at once. In a sudden, explosive burst of power, Kay hoisted Diane bodily up into the air, holding her aloft in a bear hug. Before Diane even had a chance to realize the danger she was in, Kay spun around and slammed the blonde into the carpet in an earth shaking spinebuster.

   The very windows in the house seemed to rattle as Diane screamed. She felt her boobs collapsing inwards, the weight and power behind Kay's strike too much for her firm titflesh to resist. But as bad as it hurt for Diane, it hurt just as bad for Kay, who bellowed in agony as the super dense, pointy C cups stabbed upwards, seeming to jab straight into the inner core of her massive mammaries. As soon as the strike landed Kay rolled off her opponent, curling up on her side and cradling her throbbing chest, even as Diane desperately tried to massage life back into her own tits.

   The crowd watched wordlessly, breathlessly, as the two women moaned on the floor. Both sets of young flesh were bruised badly and swollen, neither one possessing even a hint of the pride or firmness they had displayed earlier in the night. Neither girl seemed yet beaten, but neither was either girl in the lead. The question now was, who would rise first?

   "C'mon, Diane! Get up and kick her fat ass!"

   Everyone turned in shock to stare at the woman who had broken the silence. Alice now stood at ringside, her face flushed red from one drink too many, her champion boobs bare for all to see. The crowd murmured in confusion, trying to figure out the cause of this apparent reversal of the goddesses favor.

   Whatever had caused it, Diane seemed to draw new life from her old friend's cries, because she began to slowly rise. Beside her, Kay reached out and snagged a handful of platinum blonde hair, using it to drag herself upwards as well. Diane moaned in pain and shoved a hand down on Kay's face, trying to push her foe back to the ground. In this way, the two combatants both rose to their feet at the same time, shoving each other away to stand once more across from each other, this time ready to finish their fight.

   Alice cheered and punched a fist in the air, splashing her drink across several other spectators. "Yeah, Diane! You got this!" Diane reached out and grabbed Kay by the shoulders, delivering a straight ram which caused both fighters to whimper. Before she could repeat the strike, Kay swung forwards, slamming her own meaty chest into the opposing pair. Tears rolled freely down Diane's cheeks, as she silently begged her opponent to just fall down already.

   The two girls slugged it out, back and forth, blow after blow, all around the ring. First Diane would control the pace, stabbing deeper and deeper into Kay's sagging set, then the big girl would find her footing and deliver a wild haymaker which threatened to rip Diane's tits from her chest. Ripples of flesh rolled across both sets with each impact. The bright, crisp "claps" of the early fight were replaced now with "thuds."

   As Diane drove her chest forwards, Kay suddenly staggered backwards, one foot flying out behind her, her arms grasping Diane's shoulders to hold her lifeless bulk aloft. The big girl's shoulders shuddered with deep, heaving breaths, sweat dripping from her nose to the carpet below. Every muscle in her body visibly trembled from the exertion. She went for a swing, but her legs suddenly gave out and she dropped to her knees in exhaustion. Diane looked down with relief.
   
   "Finally," she gasped, nearing the end of her own stamina. "Get up, you fat fucking cow. I want to beat you on your feet."

   Carol's eyes squinted, then widened in shock. "Diane, look out! She's going to-" the warning came a second too late as Kay exploded with one final burst, hurling her entire form upwards in a single uppercut. Diane lacked the energy to even scream as she felt her chest pancake against the bigger set, her legendarily firm orbs broken for the first time in her life.

   The platinum blonde girl staggered backwards, staring down with wide eyes at her destroyed tits. She mouthed a silent "no," as tears ran freely onto the carpet below. Kay stumbled around drunkenly, apparently not realizing her victory for several seconds as she stared blankly at the ceiling above. When she finally lowered her gaze to see Diane's crumpled chest, she gave a relieved laugh and pointed.

   "Told you, bitch. I told you mine were the best." She cupped her boobs and wiggled them towards Violet. "Did you see that, kid? That's gonna be you!" Another girl came forward to hand Diane's bra over as her trophy. Kay stared at it in disdain. "I'm not keeping this," she guffawed. "It looks like an anorexic's training bra!"
   
   With a sudden nasty grin, the auburn haired giant placed the bra upon her own chest, wrestling with the clasp for several seconds before forcing it shut. "Who wants to  see a real champion's boobs?" She called out, and flexed her chest. As the crowd stared in awe, Kay's massive melons snapped the elastic straps on Diane's sizable C cup bra, sending it flying out into the audience.

   As Kay continued to parade around the ring, arms held high, bruised boobs on full display, Polly stepped forwards to lead Diane away. "C'mon, there's frozen peas in the kitchen," she said, gently guiding her friend by the shoulders. Diane continued to stare down at her broken chest in disbelief.

   "I lost," she kept mumbling, over and over.

   "Well," said Polly slowly, a mischievous smile spreading on her face, "a good friend of mine once said, 'not everyone can have perfect, unbeatable boobs'." That actually drew a laugh from Diane, although it quickly stopped as she winced in pain.
   
   The two girls made their way to the kitchen, where Polly fetched a pair of frozen pea bags. Diane gratefully pressed them against her aching chest with a moan of pleasure.

   "Are you going to come watch Carol fight?" Polly asked. Diane looked out into the other room, where she could see Alice standing in the crowd, boobs still out. The sight caused her eyes to narrow with jealousy. She was better than Alice, she had proven it. But tonight, Alice was a winner and she was a loser, and that was all anybody would think.

   "...Not tonight," she said finally. "Think I'll head home, try to sleep this off." Polly handed her shirt over, Diane wincing as the rough fabric rubbed up against her bruised boobs. "You know, I wasn't joking when I said you could beat Alice. You actually have amazing tits, Polly, and I think you should challenge her. Even if you don't care about beating her, she should know that you're not just her sidekick." Polly shrugged, clearly uncomfortable with the thought. "Think about it. See you around, Polly."

   Diane walked out under the stars, listening to the raucous sounds of the party echoing down the street. She was about to start walking home when she heard someone call her name. Turning around, she saw Alice come staggering out the front door, still topless, still clutching a now empty cup, visibly drunk.

   "Wait, Diane, I have something important to say."

   "Alice, I'm really not in the mood-"

   "This is important, this is important Diane, and I won't be able to say it when I'm sober." Alice took a second to compose herself.

   "I'm sorry." Of all the things Alice could have said, that was the last thing Diane had been expecting. The drunken girl rambled on. "I'm sorry I didn't accept your victory. You beat me fair and square, Diane, because you have amazing boobs. I should have shaken your hand then and there, but I was jealous and petty and a sore loser, and I made excuses. We all know the rules of the game we play, and right now, your boobs are better than mine. I mean, we're still going to have a rematch and I'm absolutely going to ANNIHILATE you, but for now, I can admit that you're better."

The honey blonde girl's cheeks suddenly puffed out, and she dropped down and puked right in the flower garden. As Diane stared in confusion, still stunned by the unexpected apology, Alice stood up, wiped her mouth, and declared, "I've gotta find the nearest toilet, I'm about to puke again," and bolted back inside.

   Diane was still turning over her old friend's words when she went to bed that night.

[Augur]

Wow! That's just about all I can say... A very close match, as expected, but in the end Kay's mammoth mammaries narrowly won out. One has to wonder if Diane should've just tried to go for another bear-hug towards the end, instead of meeting the chunky brunette in that highly kinetic engagement of boob-rams, slams and blows. Which of course only means there's potential for an upset in a hypothetical rematch! 

Very much looking forward to Violet vs. Carol. The new champ better have finally studied up on tactics and technique, instead of simply relying on her (undeniably) superb boob quality to win the match against a very, very experienced opponent. Losing her freshly-earned crown to a retired veteran would be quite an embarrassment, and a highly public one at that... 

That little discussion between Diane and Polly at the end was most intriguing as well. It appears that at the very least, a friendly little spar between Alice and Polly might be in the cards relatively soon... And does Alice's drunken apology predict a detente in the blonde-to-blonde relations? Tune in next week to find out! 

[Kerfuffling]

That little discussion between Diane and Polly at the end was most intiguing as well. It appears that at the very least, a friendly little spar between Alice and Polly might be in the cards relatively soon... And does Alice's drunken apology predict a detente in the blonde-to-blonde relations? Tune in next week to find out! 

Inside me there are two wolves fighting for control. One of them says "blood feud grudges all the way," and the other says "friendship is magic!"

[Augur]

Inside me there are two wolves fighting for control. One of them says "blood feud grudges all the way," and the other says "friendship is magic!"

Something tells me it's likely not going to be one or the other, but rather some combination of the two... which would suit me just fine! A healthy dose of competitive tension never hurt anyone. Okay, maybe some girl's tits, every now and then... 

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Entertaining series.

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