Small Town, Big Tits: Part 8

[Kerfuffling]

   Two tall glasses of ice cold lemonade clinked together. Violet and Min lounged in the latter's living room, celebrating the former's victory the previous night. The swelling in Violet's boobs had gone down, although they remained an ugly red color and ached like a rotten tooth.

   "So, you've beaten Alice; you've beaten Carol; I hear the grandma lives in Boca Raton, wanna fly down there and collect the full set?" Min joked. Violet chuckled and pulled down her shirt collar to show her bruises.

   "Maybe once my girls get a chance to heal. Besides, first I have to deal with Kay." Despite the summer heat, Violet shivered slightly, remembering how dominant Kay's boobs had appeared the previous night, as they had pounded Diane's firm, unbeaten tits into mush.

   Min waved a hand dismissively. "Kay? Kay's going down harder than the Hindenburg, just one good hit and," she snapped her fingers, "pop."

   "She beat Diane."

   "Because Diane is an idiot. She should have gone for a clinch at the end there, instead of trying to outbox someone who had three cup sizes on her."

   "As opposed to me, who is going to try and fight someone with two cup sizes on me."

   "Well, you're not an idiot. Besides, I have a scheme in motion that's going to guarantee you victory." Min downed her lemonade in a quick gulp. "You given any thought to Carol's offer?"

   Violet had, in fact, given a lot of thought to it. The offer seemed too good to be true. The top titfighting veteran in town had offered to mentor her, after Violet had crushed both her and her daughter? It had to be some sort of trick, some long con to get revenge and humiliate Violet for stealing the title.
   
   "I'm not sure," she said slowly, hesitantly. "I still can't figure out why she would want to help me. You've been in the game longer than I have, do you have any thoughts?"

   Min was scrolling on her phone, squinting intently at it as she seemed to search for something. "I haven't really interacted with Carol much, just lots of secondhand rumors and stuff. I don't think she cares about wins and losses anymore, she's just in it for the love of the game, you know? Maybe she just can't stand to see someone not live up to their full potential. Like a busty Nietzsche." Min continued to scroll on her phone, found whatever she was looking for and scooted closer to Violet, holding the phone out for her to see.

   "Watch this." It was an Instagram post showing an attractive young Indian girl, giggling at the camera as she waved around a scandalously scanty blue bikini top. Despite the loose shirt, Violet could clearly see her sizable boobs, probably a large D cup, if not a small DD.

   "Who is that?" Violet asked, not sure why Min was so interested in this.

   "That's Ina. She lives in Norton." Min said Norton the way most people say words like "sewage" or "brussel sprouts." Norton was a nearby town, just across the forest from Rockwell. It was known for having bigger houses, better stores, and snootier people. There had been a rivalry between the women of the two towns as long as anyone could remember. Local legend stated that it had all begun when two pioneer women, one from Norton and one from Rockwell, had fought a duel down by the river to determine land rights. The woman from Norton had won, securing the richer farmland for her town.

   Min continued her explanation of Ina's significance. "She's the mayor's daughter, and she just got back from her freshman year at college. See that bikini she's flaunting? Her parents had it custom made for her in Brazil, and she's debuting it at her birthday party tomorrow. What she doesn't know is that we're going to sneak into the party and crush her tits before she comes out, so that all anyone will see is her broken chest. Then everyone will know that Norton girls ain't shit, and Rockwell girls rule."

   Violet frowned in concern. Min's words had jogged her memory regarding Ina, and what she remembered she did not like. The Indian girl had been notoriously cruel during her dominant reign as boob queen of Norton. In one particularly infamous encounter, another girl had started a rumor that Ina's father had bought her boob implants.

The vengeful queen had not only crushed her, but filmed a video of the sobbing, humiliated girl talking about how pathetic and worthless her tits were. That video had been uploaded on every social media platform, and even emailed to the dean of admissions at the college the girl was scheduled to attend. Her scholarship offer had been summarily revoked. Last Violet had heard, the girl was working at Bechdel's Babes to earn a living.

   "I don't know if it's such a good idea," Violet said slowly. "My boobs still haven't recovered from my match with Carol, and I don't want to get injured before facing Kay."

   "That's why I'm the one facing her," proclaimed Min. Violet looked at her friend the way parents look at children who announce they want to be crash test dummies when they grow up. "Hear me out. You beat Alice AND Carol. Kay showed up and beat Diane. I even heard a rumor that Polly took down Mrs. Hempton at the library. This summer is shaping up to be the most legendary in our town's history, and I haven't done anything to be part of it! I want to do something big, something that people will talk about for years to come."

   Violet sighed, then nodded her head. "Alright then. Let's show those Norton snobs that Rockwell is number one."

...

   Min and Violet stood outside the biggest mansion they had ever seen. There was exquisitely textured masonry on every surface, more windows than either girl could count. There was a turret, for crying out loud!

   "What does her dad do again?" Violet asked in disbelief as the two girls gawked up at the house.

   Min just shook her head. "I thought he was the mayor, but clearly that's just his cover identity. He's a James Bond villain. I bet there's a shark tank under the house where he dumps Jehovah's Witnesses."

   The two girls were dressed for a pool party, Min wearing a black and white striped bikini with cutoff denim jeans, Violet in her trademark red bikini with skintight black leggings. Both of them wore matching sunglasses. It only seemed fitting for a heist like this.

   They stood in the middle of a crowd of similarly clad young men and women, all flowing excitedly through the front gate, chattering and giggling. There was a security guard, but he barely seemed to be paying attention, just waving the crowd along in an effort to make his smoke break come sooner. The whole atmosphere was one of relaxed celebration. These were people who had never had a bad day in their lives, and knew that they never would, so long as their trust funds lasted.

   Violet and Min shouldered their way through the crowd, ducking low past the guard and making their way into the outer garden. Once in the leafy cover of sculpted topiary, they ducked away from the crowd, creeping over to an open window and hopping inside, after quick, furtive glances.

   As much as the exterior of the house was baroque classic, the interior was modern luxury. The two intruders found themselves in a dazzlingly modern kitchen, surrounded by blinking lights and animatronic gizmos designed to do everything from peel an egg to shave an onion. They paced stealthily down the hall, removing their shoes to avoid making a sound on the polished black tile.

   A family portrait dominated one of the walls they passed, showcasing an austere dark skinned man in a dark suit, and three gorgeous women. Min pointed at the portrait and then at her mouth, miming a gag. Violet recognized Ina, but could not name the other two, having not paid much attention to the titfighting scene until recently.

   "Who are they?" She whispered.

   "That one on the right, that's the mom," Min hissed back, gesturing to a mature brown skinned beauty who seemed to glower from the canvas, "Basanti. I hear she used to be a real terror back in the day, up until she and Carol tangled at the county fair. The other one's Ikshita, Ina's older sister. She graduated a couple years back, but she invaded Rockwell a few times, apparently retired undefeated. I think she's at MIT now, something about Nuclear Engineering."

Eventually they came to a staircase to the second floor, where they could hear someone singing. Min put a finger to her lips and crawled up the stairs on all fours, Violet following close behind, glancing back to make sure they were not followed. Eventually they came to a door decorated with child's crayon drawings, open just a crack to let a sliver of light spill out into the hall. The voice was coming from inside, rich and full and sweet as honey, every note sheer perfection. Min crept up to the door, slowly easing it open, Violet pressed up next to her.

Inside they could see the birthday girl sitting before a vanity mirror, complete with bulbs around the perimeter like a movie star. She was brushing her long, silky black hair, which glistened as it caught the light in a way that probably required an entire bottle of shampoo to accomplish. The thin strands of her blue bikini were visible on her back, the vibrant filaments so gossamer thin that they almost appeared not to exist, as though her breasts were being held aloft by magic.

   The rest of the room was fairly standard. There was a plush pink shag carpet, thicker than a sheepdog's coat and softer than a spider's whisper. In the center of the room across from the door was a deluxe queen sized bed, the blue silk blankets neatly made and pressed into place, a collection of cartoon mascot pillows at the head. There was no clutter or spare clothing to be found anywhere on the floor. Ina clearly took good care of her space.

   Min and Violet tiptoed into the room, then froze as a floorboard creaked beneath them. The girl at the desk whipped around instantly, her hair flying in a graceful curve, her eyes burning with the anger of Artemis at being viewed by mortals. As she saw the intruders, that fire was tempered with confusion, as she struggled to identify the strange interlopers.

   "Violet, quick, get the door!" Min shouted, scrambling to her feet. Violet slammed the door shut, looking unsuccessfully for a way to secure it. Min dramatically seized her bikini and pulled it free in a single grand motion, letting her big D cups spill free. They were roughly the same size as Violet's, although they lacked that curving swoop that made the brunette's champion pair appear bigger, instead coming to a rounded edge. They also lacked the firmness of Violet's set, although to be fair, everyone's did, and Violet knew firsthand that Min's rack was hardly soft. If anything, the half Chinese hottie was probably in the top ten firmest racks Violet had ever faced, maybe even top five.

   "Your time has come, Ina," Min declared. "For too long you Nortoners have looked down on us Rockwellians, sneering from your ivory towers as you sipped champagne and chewed crumpets. But no more! Today, you learn firsthand that Rockwell girls are superior to Norton girls in every way."

   Ina stared in disbelief, then suddenly laughed. It was a pretty laugh, like crystal droplets falling from her mouth to twinkle into fairy dust at her feet. The laugh grew into a full blown belly laugh, an "I can't believe you really just said that" laugh.

   "Oh, oh I get it now. Thank you so much for this delightful birthday present," Ina giggled, giving a mock curtsy. "My very own plaything, to do with as I please. It will be oh so very fun teaching you some manners." She reached behind her back and delicately unclasped her bikini, gently draping it across her desk. Her full, Double D breasts remained high on her chest, their full rounded shape like an enlarged version of Min's, with perhaps a touch more sag. She strode forwards on dancer's feet towards Min's challenge.

   As the two girls squared off, Violet had a chance to compare them more closely. Ina was the bigger, meatier girl in more ways than one, her hips and shoulders more curvy than Min's. Both girls had flat stomachs and long, toned limbs, neither particularly athletic, but both clearly in good shape. Ina's black hair swept down in flowing waves to her lower back, while Min's raven locks were cropped just above the shoulders. Both pairs of brown eyes carried the same fire.

   Ina cupped her hands beneath her meaty brown jugs and hefted them up, showing how well they held their shape. "These girls have conquered just about every set in Norton," she bragged. "A couple in Rockwell too, even some overly cocky sorority girls at school."

   Min gave a carefree stretch, lifting her arms up high into the air to pull her chest up, causing her sizable, tan D cups to point outwards straight at Ina. "Yeah, well," she purred like a proverbial cat, "I guess titfighting's easy when your daddy can buy you a pair." She winked.

   Ina's composure broke instantly. "You slanty eyed little slut!" She charged forwards, Min matching her with a mad cackle. The Indian girl was so mad that she completely mistimed her swing, leaving herself totally exposed as Min slung her chest forwards and landed the first blow of the fight.

   Min's smaller, denser boobs pounded into the bigger pair, visibly denting them inwards and sending a faint ripple of brown flesh outwards. Ina grunted in surprise, but her tits sprang back into place remarkably fast, and she rammed forwards in her own blow, clearly catching Min off guard. The heavy, dusky pair plowed into their tan adversaries, rocking Min backwards a step as her tits jumped up slightly on her chest.

   The bigger girl kept up the attack, slinging her brown boobs from the right side. Min managed to swivel her torso with the blow, avoiding the brunt of it but still catching a nasty hit as her proud breasts rippled to the left. She tried to swing from the left in a counter, but Ina had predicted her attack and caught her from above, bringing her heavy Double D cup down in a thunderous slam.

   Min stumbled backwards, trying to clear some space to breathe, but Ina was relentless, lunging forwards with claws outstretched, and grabbed her opponent by the shoulders. She began to box her shoulders left, right, sending Min's tits spinning out of control with her relentless, pistonlike blows. Min was bullied around the room by her opponent's superior size and strength, grunting and groaning with each shot. She continued slinging her chest gamely forwards, but each strike was replaced by three stronger ones.

   "Now I recognize that ridiculous hair," Ina growled, swiveling her eyes to address Violet. "The new champion of Rockwell, the one who beat Alice. Your little friend here is proving to be such a disappointment, I might consider taking you next."

   Violet watched her friend with growing concern as Min was dominated, wincing in sympathy with each blow. Her own chest still ached from her match with Carol, and she considered that if Ina did turn those wrecking ball boobs her way, she might not last very long.

   Min finally saw an opening and took it, shoving Ina's arms aside and lunging forwards in a full frontal ram. The rich Indian gasped in pain as Min's smaller, firmer set drove into hers, forcing her girls back into her chest a good distance. Min did not pull back afterwards, leaving her chest buried in Ina's larger pair, rolling her shoulders upwards to grind her dense chest deeper, even as her arms wrapped around the other girl's brown waist.

   Credit to Ina, she rose to the challenge gamely, seizing Min in her own bearhug and matching her shove for shove. Her boobs slowly forced their way back out, pushing almost to equilibrium before Min's set blocked them, nubile young flesh wrestling for control between the two warriors. First Min, then Ina would pump forwards, their chests heaving back and forth as they strained for dominance, both girls staring down at their chests with the hardened concentration of generals orchestrating battle.

   Min's cunning came into play as she saw her chance and seized it. As the two girls stumbled towards the bed, she abruptly spun her rival around, slinging Ina down onto the bed, then diving atop her. The frame creaked beneath them as Min crawled up Ina's body, holding her down as she positioned her tits for the killing blow. Ina struggled in vain, thrashing about to dislodge her rival, but like a serpent, Min slithered her way up and lunged, her body lifting a few inches off the ground before slamming down into Ina's.

   The rich girl squealed like a stuck pig as Min's firm young flesh plowed into hers, the young half Chinese harridan bouncing up and down atop her, driving her tits deeper and deeper in. The well manicured fingers of Ina clawed desperately at her rival's back, seeking anything to catch hold of, and finally finding the strap of Min's bikini bottoms, which she yanked like a lawnmower start cord.

   Min shrieked as she suddenly suffered the worst wedgie of her life, thin rubber fabric digging into her tender asscheeks. Sparkling white teeth bared in a feral grin, Ina spun the other girl around, flipping herself onto the top. Now it was her turn to drop a heavy boob bomb, her massive melons threatening to fully envelop Min's mighty mangoes. Min's hands clawed upwards at Ina's photo-ready face, catching at her eyes, her nose, and finally her lips, peeling back the corners into a painfully wide smile. With a grand heave of exertion Min threw her opponent off to the side, her cry of victory turning to one of shock as both women rolled off the foot of the bed and went crashing to the floor with a heavy THUMP.

   They lay there side by side, stunned for a few seconds, before both rearing up and crashing their upper bodies together with a cry that was equal parts pain and anger. The image reminded Violet of a nature documentary she had once seen on elephant seals. They both fell to the floor, grabbing one another's shoulders and scuffling, their tits smacking together in weak blows.

   "Ina? Are you okay in there?" Violet heard a muffled voice from the hallway outside, then footsteps coming closer. She raced to the desk and grabbed the chair, sprinting back across the room and jamming it below the doorknob just in time to block the door from swinging open. "Ina? Ina!" The doorknob began to rattle violently.

   "Min, hurry up and finish her already!" Violet shouted at her friend, throwing her own weight against the door to hold it shut.

   "I am trying!" Min snarled, raising a leg and planting a kick to Ina's stomach that finally gave her enough room to stand up. Both girls quickly scrambled to their feet, their tits hanging loose and swollen, Min's bright red, Ina's a deep brown. Min stalked forwards in a wrestler's pose, looking to catch Ina around the waist for another clinch, but the wily Indian girl caught her by the shoulders and held her back, delivering a powerful boob ram.

As Min stumbled backwards, Ina caught her by the wrist and dragged her forwards, slamming her massive, heavy brown chest into Min's tender orbs. The Rockwellian whimpered in pain as her boobs almost pancaked in on themselves, just barely holding onto a spark of life. The strike hurt Ina as well, the busty Indian releasing her hold to clutch at her chest, muttering "Fuck... my fucking tits..." She glared at her rival, stalking forwards. "I am going to mount those fucking jugs on my wall."

Min suddenly snatched a rabbit shaped pillow from the bed and flung it forwards, distracting her opponent long enough to dart in close. Ina smacked the pillow away just in time to see Min coming up from below, her bruised tan tits cutting an arc straight up into the underside of Ina's brown boobs.

"Holy shit!" Ina screamed in agony as her boobs practically smacked her in the face, their firmness fully pounded away, now flying wildly about with every movement. She collapsed forwards into Min, clutching at the other girl's shoulders to hold herself up. The raven haired fighter snickered, mockingly patting her brown skinned opponent on the back even as she winced at the pain in her own chest.

"Aw, what's the matter, rich bitch? Hard days work too much for you to handle? Here, why don't you lay down on the bed and I'll-HOLY SHIT BITCH LET GO OF MY HAIR!" Ina had grasped a fistful of Min's sweaty dark hair and wrenched savagely backwards, dragging the smaller girl's upper body backwards and leaving the soft, sensitive undersides of her boobs open.

"Swr dy gndgy ksan tai ghtn (Punjabi for "Choke on pig shit peasant", according to Google translate)!" The rich girl shrieked, all traces of poise or posture gone from her stance. She was now a primal cavewoman defending her land from an arrogant invader. Min wailed in agony as her already damaged tits ballooned outwards around the bigger set, bouncing up and down freely on her chest with each strike, the fleshy undersides darkening to an ugly purple.

"Ina open the door!" More voices were coming from outside the door as a crowd began to gather, the door starting to bang on its hinges as someone threw a shoulder against it. Violet had to hold the door shut, powerless to help her friend as Min was brutally destroyed by the savage princess.

Ina's eyes stared death at her enemy, then suddenly shot open in surprise. Her lips parted in a shrill shriek of agony so intense that the pounding on the door stopped for a second. Min had shoved a hand down into her opponent's crotch and seized her pussy in a vicious claw hold, raking her nails deep into the tender flesh. Ina shoved her opponent away, sobbing in agony as she clutched at her wounded womanhood. Min was unable to capitalize on the opening, too busy leaning up against the wall for support.

"You cheating shit," Ina half sobbed, half snarled, "you grabbed my pussy!"

"You grabbed my hair!"


"You clawed my face!"

"You gave me a wedgie!"

"You broke into my house!" The two women both had to pause their shouting to gasp fresh air into their lungs, finally shaking sweaty hair out of their faces and glaring at one another, their damaged chests heaving with exertion.

"Alright then," said Min, clasping her hands behind her back. "No more tricks, no more funny business."

"Agreed," said Ina, matching the move, thrusting out her tits, which had darkened to nearly black. "Just tit against tit, woman against woman, until one of us breaks." The two women squared their shoulders, steeled their jaws, and charged.

Their boobs came together in an explosion of flesh, nubile young tit spilling out in all directions as both sets mushroomed out. Both women wailed in pain and fear, but neither backed down as they slung their failing chests together again, and again. The banging on the door was drowned out by the slap of sweaty skin on skin, as the two warrior goddesses swept their shoulders side to side, no thought on their mind but to be the last one standing.

With one final scream, both girls rammed straight forwards at the same time. Their tits met in the middle, but this time, one set stopped pushing back. One set at last caved in on itself completely, surrendering to the other, better set.

Min fell to the ground with a wail of agony, cupping her agonized tits close as though trying to keep them from falling off her chest. She sat flat on her ass, waiting for her rival's shadow to fall over her.

It did not come.

Min looked over to see Ina laying flat on her back, her tits totally destroyed, hanging out on either side of her chest without any trace of their former pride or firmness. The Indian girl was sobbing, unable to believe that her boobs had failed her in her own home, her own room. Min slowly rose to tower above her opponent, her victory slowly dawning on her. A smile spread across her face even as her eyes scrunched shut with pain.

"Violet, I won!" She cried out with glee.

"Great, now let's get the fuck out of here!" Violet shouted back, her full body weight pressed against the door to keep it from caving in as the crowd outside roared.

"Right! Shit!" Min scrambled over the bed, her pain temporarily forgotten as adrenaline kicked in. She snatched Ina's prize bikini from the desk. "Can't forget my trophy!" She wiggled it at Violet, who checked the chair to make sure it was still solid before running for the window. Min moved to follow, then stopped and started digging through her pockets.

"Min we've gotta go!" Violet tried to drag her friend, but Min shrugged her off and pulled something from her pocket.

"One final part," she said as she leaned down over Ina's broken body, doing something to the girl's chest. "Okay now we can go!" She shoved the object back in her pocket as the two girls threw the window open and jumped for the bushes below, just seconds before the door came crashing in.

...

They sat safe and comfortable back in Min's living room, fresh glasses of lemonade, a bag of frozen peas on both of Min's boobs.

"How much do you think Carl makes from selling these?" Min asked, gesturing to the peas. "I mean, it seems like every girl in town goes through at least two a week. Maybe we can get a bulk discount." Violet was not listening, instead watching the social media feed intently. Every story coming out of Norton was the same.

First there was confusion, as party guests wondered where the birthday girl was, if she was perhaps planning some grand entrance with her new bikini. The confusion had grown as Ina's friends had come down from her room to announce that the party was over, everyone should go home. The irate guests, who had been expecting a legendary pool bash, refused to leave, even when a disheveled looking Ina came into view wearing a baggy white sweatshirt. There was the moment of realization, as Ina's many enemies in town started to put together the pieces of what had just happened.

And finally the reveal, as someone broke free of the crowd to rip off Ina's top, revealing her broken brown boobs, and there on her neckline, written in white, permanent marker, ROCKWELL.

"Do you think she'll come looking for revenge?" Violet asked with more than a little concern. "We kind of just ruined her life, and she has plenty of resources to ruin ours."

Min waved away her concerns, throwing her head back in delight as she began rubbing the frozen peas across her sensitive chest. "Let her come. I beat her, and you've beaten me before, so it's not like she can take either of us. I wouldn't be surprised if she runs crying to her summer home in the Bahamas or something."

Violet frowned, turning her gaze back to the video. In that final clip, where a humiliated Ina stared straight into the camera, it was not surrender she saw in her eyes.

It was white hot rage.

...
   Ina stepped out of the shower to the sound of her phone ringing. It had been ringing when she stepped into the hot steam twenty minutes ago, and it had not stopped ringing since then. She wrapped an embroidered white towel around herself, wincing as the fabric made contact with her injured boobs, and glanced at the name. With a shiver of fear, she picked it up.

   "What happened?"

   Ina stamped her foot like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "It wasn't my fault, they ambushed me in my room, I didn't have time to-"

   "You lost, choti bhaina. Our family doesn't lose." There was a pause, as though the caller were studying something. "Girls from Rockwell did this?"

   "Yes, two of them. Their champion, Violet, and her friend. I believe her name is Pin, or something."

   Ina could hear tapping as the caller searched through images on her phone. "Did you at least lose to Violet?"

   The humiliated princess could not even reply, merely hanging her head in shame. The voice on the other end sighed. "I thought I could trust you to carry on our pride. I am sad to see that I was mistaken." More tapping as airline schedules were pulled up. "I can be home next week. Make sure that the town is ready for me. We are going to send a message to those Rockwell hicks about what happens when you mess with your betters."

   "Yes, rani." The call disconnected, leaving Ina staring at her own reflection. Even that long shower had not fully washed the marker from her skin, or the bruises from her chest. In spite of the heat from the shower, she still felt cold. Doom was coming to Rockwell, that much was assured.

   The only question was how badly her sister would punish her for her failure.

[Augur]

Ooh, the ST-BT universe just keeps on expanding... Excellent! And what an interesting small town rivalry! It appears Carol already managed to avenge the "original loss" back in her own boob queen days, but Ina's MIT nuclear engineer sister ("Rani" meaning "queen" of course) still seems to be undefeated, and is roughly Alice's age? Though considering the frequency at which you've been having "invincible" and long-unbeaten racks get suddenly flattened by a superior pair as of late (namely Alice & Diane, with Violet escaping the same fate only very narrowly several times) it sure looks like no one's epic boobs are safe!

Of course, it wasn't too difficult to guess the ultimate result of this particular match in advance, given what you wrote about Min earlier. She may not be the POTUS quite yet, but give her a couple of years, and I'm sure we'll see a new (permanent) resident on Pennsylvania avenue... 

Hoping to see Violet at Carol's soon, learning some top-notch moves and tactical skills from the best. Getting to witness her no doubt very juicy interactions with Alice, and possibly Polly (maybe even Diane and/or Penelope and her mom Pepper as well?) will be just icing on the cake! I suspect no one in Rockwell wants to see Kay win the local championship title (and then have to challenge the out-of-town brunette's massive melons in order to reclaim the crown for herself later). So here, for a few rare and highly unusual days of anticipation, the interests of all top girls appear to temporarily align... 

Amazing work, as usual! We'll keep the freezer well stocked with frozen peas as we wait for the next episode!

[Kerfuffling]

Ooh, the ST-BT universe just keeps on expanding... Excellent! And what an interesting small town rivalry! It appears Carol already managed to avenge the "original loss" back in her own boob queen days, but Ina's MIT nuclear engineer sister ("Rani" meaning "queen" of course) still seems to be undefeated, and is roughly Alice's age? Though considering the frequency at which you've been having "invincible" and long-unbeaten racks get suddenly flattened by a superior pair as of late (namely Alice & Diane, with Violet escaping the same fate only very narrowly several times) it sure looks like no one's epic boobs are safe!

A couple of extra lore details that never came up, either because the characters did not know or did not mention them:

-Carol and Basanti were just one fight of many. The women of Norton and Rockwell have been fighting endlessly since pioneer days, and will probably go on fighting into the far flung future

-Ikshita is specifically working on a Ph.D at MIT, making her several years older than Alice and that crowd. She was the boob goddess of her generation

-Despite her boasting, Ina was not undefeated before this match. She certainly has one of the top ranked racks in town, but she has also taken her share of beatings (not that she was going to bring them up to the two intruders!)

Of course, it wasn't too difficult to guess the ultimate result of this particular match in advance, given what you wrote about Min earlier. She may not be the POTUS quite yet, but give her a couple of years, and I'm sure we'll see a new (permanent) resident on Pennsylvania avenue...   

Alas, have I grown so obvious  ? I will note that my preference for Min is due not to her boob quality (after all, she already lost at least one match to Violet), but due to how fun she is to write. As the official "jokester" of the cast, she gets all the best lines (I'm especially proud of "busty Nietzsche"), and allows me to introduce more absurd elements to the story (i.e, breaking into a mansion Ocean's 11 style to titfight a girl before her birthday party )

Min will have to take her lumps just like everyone else.

(maybe even Diane and/or Penelope and her mom Pepper as well?)

Ah, I appreciate your commentary on the quantum fluid nature of reality, demonstrated by your choice of writing "Penelope" rather than "Phoebe" 
It is edifying to know that I have brought some good old fashioned, high brow intellectualism to this site

[Augur]

Ah, I appreciate your commentary on the quantum fluid nature of reality, demonstrated by your choice of writing "Penelope" rather than "Phoebe" 
It is edifying to know that I have brought some good old fashioned, high brow intellectualism to this site

Haha, I'm frankly a little surprised I hadn't already written "Poppy" (instead of "Polly") ages ago... or maybe I did, but no one just picked up on it?

I do hope this little demonstration of artistic and academic flair guarantees that Phoebe will continue to make frequent guest appearances on ST-BT, as I very much enjoyed her personality and back story, as well as the longstanding rivalry with Alice. Considering how much the girls take after their mothers, there's plenty of delicious potential for a great frenemy relationship between the lean, toned brunette runner and the even bustier, more muscle-bound honey-blonde... 


Ah, interesting to hear that not even Min will be safe! It does appear that she managed to 'royally' stir up the hornet's nest. And somehow, I don't think the ensuing (attempted) revenge will be limited to just her. Might we even get to see the elder matron of Indian ancestry in flesh at some point? It seems like a pretty sure bet to guess that Ina's gotten her Double Ds flattened by her MIT big sis' previously, but has she also fought against her mother...? (in case you hadn't already noticed, teen vs. mature match-ups happen to seriously fascinate me!)

Looking forward to MIn's next wild adventure!

[🍷 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝟳𝗖 🍷]

Thinking I need to move Rockwell.  lol

Thanks for another fun read.

[Kerfuffling]

Thinking I need to move Rockwell.  lol

Thanks for another fun read.

Or would you rather move to Norton? Same density of sexy combative women, but with bigger houses

[Augur]

Thinking I need to move Rockwell.  lol

Thanks for another fun read.

Or would you rather move to Norton? Same density of sexy combative women, but with bigger houses

Hey, cost of living is a very real issue - I'm sure real estate in Rockwell is way more affordable... 

[Augur]