Small Town, Big Tits: Part 7

[Kerfuffling]

   If not for her legendary daughter, Carol would probably have had the most famous tits in town. From her legendary reign as the queen of Rockwell high, to her current status as the queen bee of the Rockwell Book Club, her boobs had dominated the scene for the better part of three decades. She was something of a local Heracles, appearing in countless stories, her deeds still recounted in tones of hushed awe in locker rooms and backyards throughout the county.

   Like the year that Bambi, top stripper of the club Bechdel's Babes, had taken to menacing the town's teenagers. The statuesque black woman had taken to standing on the corner by the high school, flaunting her form in skintight clothing. Dozens of poor girls had been lured in by her siren call, only to be smashed on the rocks of her monstrous boobs, their boyfriends taken in front of their eyes. Carol had finally intervened, taming the savage ebony queen's rack under the bleachers and forcing her to scream her surrender. Bambi had never shown her face near the school again, and everyone who saw her remarked that her dusky brown eyes never regained their old fire.

   Or how about the time Joyce of the PTA had launched her infamous campaign to ban the teaching of "Arabic Numerals" in public schools? No woman had dared to oppose her, having heard the stories of what happened to teachers who dared to give Joyce's daughter anything below an A. Carol had once again stepped up to the defense of her town, and after a closed door meeting of the PTA, a visibly shaken Joyce had rescinded her protests.

   And who could forget when that slick New York developer had threatened to bulldoze Pippin's Park to build a new strip mall, his voluptuous Russian bride clinging to his shoulder everywhere he went? The cocky foreigner had been so proud to show off her tits, until she met Carol in a cheap motel room. Man and wife had fled town that very night, taking their promise of environmental destruction with them.

   All those accomplishments were, admittedly, ancient history, and Carol today was a shadow of her former self, but what a shadow! Motherhood had swollen her breasts a full cup size, leaving her with a bulging E cup. And while they drooped low and bore more than a few stretch marks, the overall swooping shape was still remarkably firm for a woman of her age.

   Violet watched with caution as the busty housewife languidly stretched out, pressing her massive bust out to its fullest extent. She knew that her younger tits were better in every way, but Carol had a sizable lead in experience. One wrong move, and the mature woman could very well end up humiliating her in front of everyone.

   Carol licked her lips as she stared hungrily at Violet's chest, her eyes those of a tigress on the hunt. "Oh yeah, look at those lovely little teen tits. I can't wait to feel those cute young buds surrender to my big, full boobs." She called to the crowd, "get your cameras ready ladies, you're about to witness history! Tonight, I become the oldest champion in town history."

   "Are we gonna talk all night, or are we gonna fight?" Violet taunted her older adversary. "I don't want you collapsing from a heart attack before I have the chance to pound your boobs flat."

   Carol smirked and crooked a finger at the teenage champion, taunting her to approach when ready. The two women both stalked forwards and met in the middle of the ring, bringing their boobs slowly into contact with one another. Violet's firmer, younger tits pressed the bigger set inwards a short distance before Carol's firm inner flesh pushed back. Both women gasped slightly at the shock of initial contact.

   "God damn," Carol murmured softly, low enough that only Violet could hear. "I see how you beat my daughter with these. They might be the firmest I've ever seen, and believe me, I've seen a lot. But believe me, little girl, tonight you learn a lesson about humility."

   The older woman suddenly snapped like a whip, twisting her hips, back and shoulders all in perfect unison. The result was that her massive bosom plowed into Violet with the force of a cannonball, sending nubile young tits spinning sideways uncontrollably. As Violet reeled away, Carol twisted her body yet again, keeping her momentum as she swung from the opposite direction, catching Violet's still spinning boobs with another devastating haymaker.

   Violet openly groaned in pain as she felt her chest battered about, her firm flesh struggling to hold its shape against the mature mammaries of Carol. The young brunette desperately swung her chest forwards, trying to ram into the ample bosom before her, but Carol danced backwards out of range, only to lunge forwards again and smack Violet's tits backwards. The buxom housewife continued slinging her boobs forwards, battering Violet left, right, left, constantly keeping her on the defensive. Violet's few attempts at counters were ineffectual, her tits never in the right position to do any real damage to the opposing set.

   Staggering away, Violet planted her feet and readied herself for a blow that did not come. To her confusion, Carol was not pressing the attack further, but was instead holding up her hands in a T symbol, the universal call for a time out.

   "Violet, sweetie, what are you doing? You look like an epileptic trying to waltz with an electric eel. Come over here and I'll show you how to actually box." Cautiously, Violet crept closer towards Carol, who reached out and started adjusting the teenager's stance. "Remember, power comes from the hips, accuracy comes from the shoulders." Carol stepped back, nodded her approval, and gestured to her own chest. "Now, show me what you learned."

   Violet planted her feet, snapped her hips and swiveled her shoulders, sending her champion tits crashing into Carol's legendary orbs with a meaty smack. Carol grunted as ripples of flesh spread across her chest, but the older woman was smiling. "Good! Again!"
   
   The two women began a sort of serpentine dance, each of them twisting about to send their tits slamming into one another. Violet's younger, harder set inflicted more visible damage on each hit, but Carol's flawless technique allowed her to land a higher volume of blows, her massive mammaries plowing into the smaller pair over and over again. As the bloodthirsty crowd roared in approval, Violet felt her chest becoming looser and looser. In shock, she realized that she was losing this fight to the older woman.

   As Carol pulled back for another blow, Violet lunged straight forwards, wrapping her arms around the blonde's waist and grinding her firm young tits straight into the older, softer pair. Carol groaned as Violet's strong set dug deeper and deeper into her own, the athletic teenager rubbing her chest up and down as she sought to squeeze the fight out of Carol's set.

   "Good idea," Carol grunted, wrapping her own arms around Violet's shoulders and squeezing back, pressing her meaty melons into her opponent. "With a set as firm as yours, there aren't many girls who could match you in a grind. But you're still only thinking in two dimensions!" Rolling her shoulders, the housewife forced her giant orbs to the top. Violet groaned as the unbelievably heavy, mature set pressed down on her own already heavy pair. Her chest ached from the strain of holding up all that weight.

   Carol smirked at her opponent's discomfort. "Do you feel it, Violet? The way my powerful, maternal boobs are just dominating your puny teen dreams? At the end of the day, you're still just a little girl, while I am a woman. Maybe in a few more years you'll be a match for me, but until then- OH SHIT!"

   With a cry of effort, Violet had thrust her chest upwards, her absurdly firm young tits forcing Carol's set upwards almost into the older woman's face. On top of that, the unique, curving shape of Violet's breasts caused them to dig into the soft, fleshy underside of the bigger boobs, carving into them like a knife into a Christmas ham.

   Carol moaned in agony as she felt her chest slap repeatedly into her chin. She had never expected Violet's boobs to be THIS strong! In a surge of effort, she rose up high on tip toes, then slammed her heavy chest downwards, plowing into the younger set from above.

   Violet dropped to one knee from the force of the blow, sobbing. It felt like her tits almost ripped free of her chest as Carol's unbearably heavy mammaries drove down from above. As she desperately clung to the blonde's back, trying to pull herself back into position, Carol repeated the move, smacking Violet's boobs almost to her belly button.
   
   The crowd gasped as they saw Violet's firm young flesh sag lower and lower, struggling to rise back to its original shape. To be fair, Carol's chest looked hardly any better, the ample flesh speckled with bruises and sagging limp and loose, two ugly red spots on the underside where Violet's chest had inflicted the heaviest damage. But the sight was almost unbelievable. Despite the almost thirty year difference between them, Carol's heavy boobs had pounded Violet's firm young flesh to a pulp, to the point where there was no visible difference in firmness between them.

   Violet, stunned by the sight of her champion chest actually being beaten by the older broad, staggered backwards towards the edge of the ring, trying to massage her chest back into shape. Carol grinned and posed for the crowd, holding her heavy boobs up high. Min waved Violet over for a quick conference, handing her a drink of water.

   "She's too fast," Violet gasped between gulps of water, "and too slippery. She's landing three hits for every one of mine! I can't even grind her out, she'll just hit me from above again!"

   "You have to take her to the ground," Min advised. "Pin her down under you, block her from dodging. Then, you just grind her out. Your boobs are younger and stronger than hers, Violet. You just have to find an opening and finish her."

   Violet walked back to the center of the ring where Carol stood waiting, flexing her famous boobs. "I knew kids today had no work ethic, but c'mon, at least let me finish crushing you before you take a mental health day."

   "Just shut up and square up, you ancient fucking hag," Violet growled back, and rammed her chest forwards. Carol matched her move, the two sets colliding in a meaty smack. The crowd roared in excitement as they saw both pairs of boobs compress equally, neither carrying any visible advantage in firmness. Violet whimpered at the sensation.

   Carol pulled back and swung from the right, sending Violet's boobs crashing into one another yet again, the once proud champion rack now practically quaking in fear. Violet tried to kick out a leg to hook Carol, but the canny veteran saw it coming and easily sidestepped, sending another haymaker into Violet for her trouble.

   "Nice try, dear, but I want you standing so everyone can see when I crush your boobs," Carol taunted. The busty housewife tried to launch another haymaker, but this time Violet managed to dodge, sending Carol off balance just long enough for the brunette to launch her own attack.

   Carol wailed as Violet slammed her hardy young boobs into the housewife's own, catching them while they were still midswing. The young brunette managed to trap the bigger boobs out of position, grinding into them from the side until Carol finally straightened herself back out and shoved her opponent away with a boob bump.

   Violet managed to catch herself by grabbing Carol's arm, yanking the bigger woman in close for another bearhug. The athletic teenager strained her powerful legs to try and throw her opponent down, but the bigger, busty housewife fought back, the two women wrestling back and forth for control. Carol finally managed to force her heavy boobs up on top, forcing Violet down with the weight of her mature mammaries.

   Violet sobbed as that impossible weight drove down on her for the second time in the fight, threatening to crush her already overworked chest. The crowd gasped as they realized what they were witnessing. The legendary, mature boobs of Carol were conquering her younger rival.

   "Yes...yes..." Carol gasped as she began to ram her boobs downwards, gaining more and more ground with each slam.

   "No...no..." Violet groaned as she felt her legendary chest begin to fail her, surrendering to the heavier, older set. She strained her powerful young body, flexing every muscle at once, trying desperately to force the older woman back, to take her to the ground, but Carol's relentless strength continued to press her further and further back.

   It happened in an instant. One second, Violet's feet were planted on the ground, the next, her legs were wrapped around Carol's waist. The blonde's blue eyes widened in shock as the opposing force disappeared, Violet no longer pushing against her, but instead dragging her forwards, the lithe teenager wrapped around her like a creeper vine. As the two women fell, Violet flexed her powerful hips, flipping their position so that she came down on top, slamming into Carol with gravity firmly on her side.

   Carol did not even have time to scream before Violet was upon her, driving her proud young boobs downwards into the older set, grinding them into pudding. The carpet scratched against her bare back as the blonde housewife writhed in agony, trying to dislodge her younger, stronger opponent. It took all of Violet's strength to keep her mount, but she knew that if she fell off, she was finished.

   The roar of the crowd reached a fever pitch as they watched their young champion pound Carol flat, driving her boobs deeper and deeper. Carol's flesh spilled further and further out to the sides, the older woman wailing as she felt her chest surrender to the better pair.

   "Stop, Violet, oh god, please stop! I give up, I give up!" There was a moment of stunned silence, then the crowd erupted into cheers. Violet sat up on top of her conquered enemy, her spine ramrod straight, her eyes still wide with adrenaline. As she realized that she had won, a smile grew on her face and she rose to her feet, lifting her arms high in victory, turning in slow circles to show off her champion boobs to the whole room.

   As she turned back around, she found herself face to face with Carol. The busty housewife cradled her broken boobs close, and her eyes were still scrunched with pain, but she was smiling. Without a word, she reached out and lifted Violet's hand into the air, gesturing to the best tits in town. As the crowd applauded this act of sportsmanship, Carol leaned in close to Violet.

   "You've got one hell of a rack, kid. Wish you'd been around thirty years ago, it would have been one hell of a match when I was in my prime." She flicked her blue eyes towards the crowd, Violet following her gaze to see Kay glaring at her. "You've got some tough fights ahead of you. If you ever want some advice, feel free to come by my house. I'll show you a few tricks."

   Carol then excused herself to the kitchen, Pepper going with her to grab some frozen peas. As Violet stared at the crowd around her, she saw one emotion reflected over and over.

   Hunger.

   Every woman in that crowd had seen the champ almost fall, and every woman wanted a shot at her. Her boobs were great, but how long could she realistically hold out against that many threats? She shuddered slightly as the pain in her boobs seemed to grow worse, and thought to herself that maybe she should take Carol up on her offer sooner rather than later.

[Augur]

WOW! You're on a roll! That was one epic match - and one where, as I'd anticipated, Violet's lack in skill, technique and experience very nearly cost her dearly. We already saw that in the original piece, where she was outclassed by Alice's deft maneuvering in the early part of their championship match. As a self-taught titfighter, she's been relying all this time on her sheer prodigious boob quality to tame all her opponents' chests. And given how she's been so successful this far, that does say a lot about just how exceptional her breasts are (possibly even firmer than Diane's, based on Carol's comment, despite being roughly one full cup size larger?). But while her epic tits have been able to compensate for her tactical weaknesses this far, it's very clear that she needs to work on better technique as well. Luckily, it seems Carol has already volunteered her highly knowledgeable assistance! Perhaps she doesn't want to see the town's local boob queen crown be stolen by some overgrown outsider?

The whole relationship map of this town is getting messier and more complex by the minute - and I'm all for it! 

Luckily for Violet, based on the previous match, Kay appears to be much slower and clumsier than Carol, and is  certainly far less skilled, not to mention the fact that her athleticism and endurance appear to be sorely lacking as well. By staying mobile and getting Kay to tire herself out as much as possible, sporty Violet should have a good chance of grinding her flat and spearing those mammoth melons. The champ certainly has the tits for the job. She'll just need a bit of professional coaching first.

Also, given Carol's evidently still very potent boobage, and her near-success at taking the throne for herself, we're definitely going to need see more mature vs. young action in the future as well... A mom-vs-daughter match between Carol and Alice would be one obvious candidate, of course, but Phoebe's mother Pepper appears to be no slouch either, and could undoubtedly pummel quite a few busty teens and twenty-somethings flat. And those matches Ruth mentioned earlier, her regular humblings of arrogant highschoolers by squashing their teen tits with her mature yet still impressively firm pair, are very much on my wish-list as well...

[tommyfighter]

Thanks. Peas must sell for a premium in that area!

[Kerfuffling]

Thanks. Peas must sell for a premium in that area!

In a surprise plot twist, the owner of the local grocery store has been injecting rage chemicals into the water to make all the women get into titfights, thereby increasing the sales of frozen peas

Of course, now that I gave it away, I'll have to come up with a new grand finale...

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Very fun once again.  Thanks.

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