Small Town, Big Tits: Part 10

[Kerfuffling]

Kay was starting to get on Phoebe's nerves. Ever since her victory at the party, the auburn giantess had taken to strolling around the house completely topless, boasting that her champion tits did not need to be covered. In the kitchen at breakfast, as Phoebe ate her cereal, her cousin rummaged through the cabinets. Her massive E cup tits wiggled back and forth as she hummed a song.

   "I should have visited ages ago," Kay cheerfully remarked. "So many big, floppy tits in this town to crush. I see why you thought yours were something special, Cuz."

   Phoebe scowled but said nothing. Kay had been teasing her over her humiliating loss to Alice for the past week. As much as the brunette jogger wanted to shut her up, the memory of the last time she and Kay had matched tits kept her quiet. That Christmas, as the two proud cousins wrestled in grandma's basement, Kay's huge, impossibly firm chest had absolutely obliterated Phoebe's own prodigious pair. She hadn't been able to wear a bra for a whole month, her tits had hurt so bad. She was not going to risk that again.

   Still, how to get back in the game? Kay was not the only girl questioning her chest. In the past week, every time she went for a run, she had felt the girls of Rockwell glaring at her, their greedy eyes seeing only a hunk of fresh meat to boost their own reputations. If she wanted to reestablish herself as a top level competitor, there was only one thing to do. Take down someone big.

   But who? Polly would have been a solid choice, but apparently she and Alice had clashed in an impromptu backyard brawl a few days back, leaving her off the table for now. Their old teacher, Jane Hempton, would make an impressive trophy. But the thought of facing that brutal babe for a second time filled Phoebe with dread. She needed someone with the goods to be a believable threat, but with little enough experience that they would provide the easy win Phoebe needed to get her mojo back.

   The answer came to her in a neon flash.

   "Hey Kay, how do you feel about hitting the town tonight?"

...

   "Classy place," Kay remarked sarcastically as they pulled up to Bechdel's Babes, the local strip club. It lay on the road in between Norton and Rockwell, not truly part of either town, attracting men from both. In the ongoing cold war between the two towns, the women of Bechdel's had always been a neutral front, its denizens incurring equal anger from the jilted wives of both communities.

   A buzzing neon sign high in the air showed the silhouette of a dancing woman. The actual building was a squat, square lump of cold grey concrete. All the true action lay inside. Phoebe and Kay strolled up to the front door, the bouncer wordlessly letting them in. When busty babes like that came calling, it was for one of two reasons, and both were good for business.

   "So who exactly is this chick you're challenging?" Kay asked as they took a seat by the stage, brushing off the men who shambled their way. She had stopped by the buffet for a plate of chicken wings, and snagged a beer out of the hand of a balding middle aged man who stared after her thirstily.

   "Her name is Fawn," Phoebe remarked, looking around for the woman of that name. "Her mom was Bambi. Bambi was the top stripper at this club for years, until she got cocky and tried to come into Rockwell. Carol taught her a lesson under the bleachers, and she never came back."

   Kay chuckled. "Good for momma bear. Speaking of, you think she'll give me a match once I'm champion? After seeing those big tits in action, I wanna feel them break for myself, ya know?"

   Phoebe continued. "Fawn never went to school with us. Bambi homeschooled her, and she started working here when she was eighteen, three years ago. Everyone says her tits are even better than her mom's were. In fact, the word on the street is that they're as big and firm as Alice's, although the two of them have never actually fought to prove it."

   The brunette jogger left out the most important detail. Over the past several years, Fawn had been in just five matches, none of them against anyone especially noteworthy. Nobody knew why she refused to fight. Maybe she was scared of losing like her mom had. Regardless of the reason, she had an epic rack, but an almost totally untested one.

   Perfect feeder for someone like Phoebe.

   "Is that her?" Kay asked, gesturing with her already empty bottle towards a chubby woman with hair so startlingly blonde it was almost white. The woman sported an impressively large, if visibly floppy D cup, and was dressed in some sort of dollar store slutty nun costume.
   
   Phoebe shook her head. "That's Chastity. Her tits are big, but too soft to be much of a challenge for most girls. Although rumor has it she beat this woman named Ruth in front of her husband and claimed him for a night. Nine months after that, she started shopping for diapers and baby formula."

   Kay started to point at another woman but Phoebe caught the bottle, and pointed it towards the center of the stage, where a metal pole ran from floor to ceiling. At almost the same instant, a wildcat growl sounded from the speakers, and smoke began to fill the room. The lights turned low. Tribal drumbeats began to ring out.

   The curtain parted and a savage jungle princess leapt onto the stage. Fawn had skin as dark and rich as a Hershey's kiss. Her black hair poured down her back in beaded braids, rattling like rainfall with each shift of her head. Broad, rounded hips tapered to a slender waist, only for her voluptuous figure to burst back out into a deep, full chest. She was clad in a leopard print bikini and thong, a thin circlet of spun gold around her head.

She began to dance, a wild thrashing movement, feet stamping, hair shaking, arms flailing. There was neither grace nor style, but the effect was hypnotic. In every man present (and several women), there arose an almost uncontrollable urge to take this queen and mate with her beneath the light of the full moon, as the wind howled and the fire raged.

One hand snaked behind her back to pull her top off, and her breasts fell into view. Several men fell into gibbering madness at the mere sight. Even Kay's mouth dropped open in shock. Those twin ebony orbs were sheer aesthetic perfection. They bulged from her chest like overripe melons. As Fawn began to gyrate her chest, they barely jiggled at all, unbelievably dense flesh keeping its shape perfectly.    

As the dance continued, Phoebe leaned back in her chair to grab a passing hostess. The young girl was slender, her skin pale, her bare chest a perky C cup. She wore a masquerade mask styled after a cat, a likeness compounded by the tail hanging off the back of her short skirt.

Phoebe gestures towards the stage where Fawn continued her dance. "Tell her to meet me out back," she said. There was no need for more detail than that. The hostess glanced down at Phoebe's chest, which was well highlighted by her low cut blouse.

Cat girl giggled. "You sure about that?" She teased. "The last girl was a whole cup size bigger. At the beginning, anyway."

"Hey shrimp," Kay interjected, "shut up and follow orders, like a good little bitch."

The stripper glared at the giantess. "I wouldn't open my mouth so wide if I were you," she hissed, "it really shows off your double chin." She scampered away as Kay snatched at her, laughing at the big girl's clumsy motions.

"Who is that bitch?" Kay growled, her eyes not moving from the cat girl's back.

"She goes by 'Kitty' now, but her real name is Mildred. We were in the same graduating class. Her most impressive accomplishments were being able to open a beer bottle with her boobs, and being the only girl to ever flunk home economics. Twice. I'm pretty sure this is the only place that would hire her."

Kitty danced over to the stage and gestured to Fawn, who leaned down next to her. The black girl turned her hungry gaze towards Phoebe, who shivered as she found herself caught in the glare of those deep brown orbs. She suddenly knew how it felt to be stalked through the jungle by a tiger on a moonless night.

Fawn whispered something back to Kitty, who looked at Phoebe and smothered a laugh. The cat girl came back over, stopping out of reach of Kay.

"She'll meet you out back once the show is over," she purred. "Remember, you're free to leave at any time." She swaggered back off into the crowd, as Fawn danced on the stage, her eyes now locked with Phoebe, every thrust of her chest a challenge. Phoebe refused to look away until the music stopped and the lights came back on.

Fawn sauntered off the stage to the floor below. Without a single look at Phoebe, she made her way to the back door and stepped outside. Kay and Phoebe rose and followed, Kay tossing her empty beer bottle into the trash.

The door led to a fenced in back lot, roughly the size of two pickup trucks. Dark tarps draped across the exterior of the chain link fence, hiding the area from view, but leaving the cold metal exposed. Phoebe could only guess how painful it would be to get pinned up against.

Besides Fawn, there were two other strippers waiting. One was Kitty, and the other was a dark haired woman. From her sleeve tattoos and the green highlights in her black hair, Phoebe recognized her as Rebel, a former biker who had just recently started working at Bechdel's Babes. She came from out of town, so Phoebe knew only what few rumors had trickled to her ears, but supposedly she was the daughter of some biker gang kingpin. She had challenged her own mother for the alpha position, then left in shame when she lost. Her body was tightly muscled with a chiseled six pack, and her chest was a solid, impressively large D cup. From the cold look in her eyes, Phoebe could guess that she was no stranger to fighting dirty.

Fawn was pacing back and forth. Her bare feet slapped a steady beat against the concrete. She wore nothing but her leopard print thong and golden crown.

"Last chance to back out," she called over to Phoebe. She cupped her massive tits towards the jogger. "You sure you want this?"

In response, Phoebe merely pulled off her own shirt and bra, passing them wordlessly to Kay. She was wearing emerald green yoga pants and worn out sneakers. She cupped her own impressive DD chest at Fawn, who grinned.

"Your funeral," the stripper snarled, then screamed out a war cry as she charged forwards. Phoebe ran to meet her, the two women colliding in the center. As soon as their chests made contact, Phoebe groaned. Those black tits were as big and firm as Alice's, maybe even firmer! Phoebe felt her proud white boobs bend inwards, the bigger black boobs of her opponent too firm to resist.

   Fawn bared her teeth as she stared down at their battling chests. "You actually thought these were a match for me?" She laughed as she rolled her shoulders, driving her big, firm breasts even deeper into Phoebe's. "It feels like I'm fighting two marshmallows." Phoebe groaned in pain, then pulled back and rammed. The blow caused Fawn's chest to wobble slightly, but her heavy breasts swung back into position almost instantly.

   As the stripper tried to pull the jogger back into a grind, Phoebe ducked backwards, slapping away her opponent's hands. She then rocked forwards, delivering another slam to Fawn's chest. Phoebe continued dancing back and forth, boxing from the left and the right, starting to work over Fawn's bigger chest. While the black girl's boobs were bigger and firmer, she had been in a fraction of the fights Phoebe had, and lacked the experience to counter. Fawn tried to counterattack, but each of her swings were poorly timed, and barely caught so much as a nipple as Phoebe kept up her mobile offensive.

   Phoebe could feel her confidence growing as she landed hit after hit, the firm black rack of her enemy breaking down more and more with each strike. This was not the first time she had fought someone bigger or firmer. Her several duels with Alice over the years had taught her the perfect strategy to win. All she had to do was keep her opponent on the back foot, and continue unleashing strikes until her awesome tits pounded the other girl flat.

   "You got this, cuz!" Kay shouted from the side. "Add some blue to those ugly black boobs!"

   The taunt caused Fawn to snarl in anger, and she lunged forwards, claws outstretched. Phoebe swung a brutal haymaker from the right, but the black girl pushed through the pain and seized her around the waist, pulling her into a bearhug. Phoebe moaned as those heavy black tits forced her own girls backwards yet again. Her moans redoubled in volume as Fawn sank her long, pointed nails into Phoebe's lower back, scratching at her soft white flesh.

   Still, Phoebe's attacks had taken their toll, and the gap in firmness was much narrower than the start of the fight. Phoebe wrapped her own arms around Fawn's back, dragging her own nails along the dark skin as she thrust her chest outwards. Fawn groaned as she felt the white boobs start pushing back against hers, actually forcing her chest backwards on several exchanges.

   The two women spun in slow circles, their steady rhythm broken occasionally by a sudden thrust or stumble. Phoebe was forced to use every trick her mother had ever taught her. She rolled her shoulders, now left, now right, dragging Fawn's big boobs in circles that slowly wore out their straining ligaments. At the same time, she avoided a direct press, always making sure that Fawn's chest pressed hers from a weaker angle to minimize the damage. But even with all those tricks, all that skill and strategy, Fawn's unbelievably powerful boobs continued to dominate the fight.

The ebony amazonian simply pressed her chest forwards relentlessly, thrusting with shoulders and hips again and again. There was no grace to her style, just raw primal fury, and a confidence in the overwhelming superiority of her boobs.

Fawn leaned her head forwards to rest on Phoebe's shoulder. The white girl shivered as she felt her opponent's tongue tickle her ear, as Fawn whispered, "you feel it, don't you? Your pale, floppy boobs breaking under my proud puppies? You know I'm the better woman. It's just a matter of time before I ruin your rack, maybe even permanently. But it doesn't have to be that way. Become my slave, and this can all be over. All I ask is that you come to the club once a month, and let everyone watch as I play with your sad tits, and you worship my big, black boobs. What do you say, Phoebe?"

Phoebe blinked back her tears and tightened her grip. "I say, FUCK YOU, SLUT!" With a bestial roar she tensed her powerful leg muscles. While she may not have been as strong as Alice, her legs had been built up by years of distance running, and they were more than strong enough to hoist her opponent off the ground. Fawn yelped in shock and fear as Phoebe drove her backwards into the fence, the black girl's broad back slamming into the cold hard metal.

Fawn groaned, then screamed in pain as Phoebe began pummeling her boobs from below, driving the reddening rack into the soft underside of the rapidly bruising black boobs. With the relentless regularity of a pounding piston, the white girl drove her tits forwards again and again, her stamina and strength on full display as she held Fawn pinned in place. Welts were beginning to form on Fawn's back, as her dark skin pressed painfully into the chain link fence, and she wailed like a she-wolf with her leg caught in a trap. Her eyes grew wide as she looked down to see her boobs slowly surrendering space to her white rival.

Phoebe was seeing stars for more reasons than one. Firstly, her own chest was still in agony from their earlier exchanges, and her back was smarting from Fawn's scratches. But the stars she saw were also the stars of victory. She was about to do what no other girl had ever done, and tame the legendary rack of Fawn.

The stars in her eyes blinded her as Fawn raised a leg and pressed a foot against the fence. In a sudden surge of explosive power, the stripper pushed off, catching Phoebe by the shoulders and riding her downwards. The two women plunged downwards locked in one another's arms, like a redwood felled by a woodsman's axe. As they crashed to the concrete ground, it was Fawn on top, and her massive mammaries pounded Phoebe's from above. The white girl could do nothing but whimper, the breath knocked fully out of her, as her tits almost pancaked against her chest, just barely clinging to life.

Phoebe's fighting spirit remained unquenched, and even as she fell she was planning her next move. Rather than fight the momentum, she rolled with it, swinging her powerful legs in and upwards to catch Fawn in the stomach, then kicking outwards to launch her over Phoebe's head. The black stripper flew through the air in a graceful front flip, then slammed to the ground, sobbing as her already smarting back struck cold concrete.

Both women lay gasping like fish, both in agony from the last exchange. Phoebe clutched at her burning red chest, sobbing as she tried to scoop her flesh back into position. Fawn cradled her blackened boobs, gently massaging them as though to restore even some hint of their original firmness.

"Get up, Fawn!" Kitty called out, hopping around like a cheerleader. Kay started towards the cat girl, but Rebel moved between them, staring the bigger girl down. Kay matched her glare for a few seconds, before turning back to the fight and shouting encouragement to Phoebe.

"You've got her on the ropes, cuz, now finish her!"

The two fighters rose at roughly the same time, both climbing slowly to unsteady feet, gently shaking their heads to clear the ringing. They glared at one another, their eyes still carrying the same cold intensity as the beginning of the fight.

"You offered me the chance to surrender earlier," Phoebe panted, her face twisted in a wickedly malicious grin. "I'll return the favor. Say I'm the better woman and worship my tits right now, or I finish you for good." Fawn growled and shook her head, beaded hair rattling against her back.

"You think you're some kind of alpha, Phoebe, but you're nothing. Your tits are saggier than wet flour and uglier than a ninety year old crackhead, and I'm about to wipe them off your chest for good." The stripper staggered forwards, moving, despite her exhaustion, with the grace of a jaguar ready for the kill. Phoebe jumped forwards, trying to take control of the fight with a right haymaker, but Fawn seized her by the shoulders and dragged her into yet another grind.

Even now, despite all the punishment they had endured, Fawn's black tits were still firmer than Phoebe's, and the black girl roared as she thrust forwards. Phoebe sobbed as her chest ballooned outwards, slapping weakly against the bigger set. Choking back her tears, the jogger wrapped her arms around her opponent's waist and squeezed. She was rewarded with a cry of pain as Fawn's boobs began to mushroom out, threatening to pop like a pair of overfilled balloons. The two women strained against one another, their sweaty flesh pressed tighter than a hydraulic press, black and white skin warring for space.

Fawn suddenly shifted her shoulders, and Phoebe shrieked in pain as she felt something in her chest start to burst. The pain was too great to stand, and her legs gave out beneath her. She stumbled backwards, slipping out of Fawn's arms as she tried to rally. There was no room for her to breathe as Fawn tackled her again, driving her backwards into the fence. Both women fell as they struck it, Fawn pinning Phoebe beneath her toned, ebony body, her tits continuing to drive forwards. Phoebe wailed as she tried to grab at Fawn's shoulders and press her away, but the black stripper caught her by the wrists and pinned them to the fence, slamming her chest forwards.

As the audience watched in silence, Fawn proceeded to obliterate Phoebe's chest, dropping her massive boobs downwards again and again, her hips thrusting into the white girl's crotch as though humping her. Phoebe's back lay pressed against the fence, her legs sprawled limp across the ground, unable even to cry out her own surrender. Fawn dropped her chest and began to grind, smearing Phoebe's destroyed tits all across her chest as she panted in savage exertion.

   Rebel and Kitty finally had to step in and pull their companion off of her enemy, holding her backwards even as she thrashed about, trying to continue her punishment. At last, the queen of the strip club calmed down and nodded to her allies, who released her. She walked back over to Phoebe, the wild rage in her eyes now replaced with cold, savage hatred.

   Kay stood aside and did nothing. As she looked down at her cousin's broken body, her lip curled in disgust. How could someone so weak be related to her?

   Fawn reached down and took hold of Phoebe's breasts, one in each clawed hand. With a vicious jerk she wrenched the other girl to her feet, slamming her backwards against the fence as Phoebe screamed.

   "Who has the best boobs?" The proud black queen demanded. Tearfully, Phoebe took a shuddering breath.

   "You do, Fawn. Your proud black boobs totally destroyed my weak white boobs." Fawn nodded, satisfied, then shoved Phoebe towards Kay. The broken girl slumped into her cousin's arms, clutching at her shoulders to stay standing.

Kay glared at the strippers. Kitty giggled and gave her a mock wave with just her fingers. Rebel snorted and thrust her chest out in challenge. Fawn stood in the center, her triumphant boobs hanging against her chest, almost completely black with bruises but triumphant nevertheless.

Muttering about how she couldn't believe Phoebe had lost again, Kay turned and walked out of the club, pausing to toss Phoebe's bra at Fawn's feet. Kitty picked it up and presented it to her. Fawn accepted the simple white bra and studied it.

Despite her incredible rack, the stripper had not been in many titfights before now. Many people assumed she was afraid of being broken like her mother. Fawn was not afraid, and she could not care less about what other women said behind her back. The reason she did not fight often was simple practicality.

She had not come from a comfy middle class household, like so many girls in the Rockwell and Norton titfighting circles. She had grown up in a trailer, living off whatever mom took home from the club that night. Once she turned eighteen, she had been responsible for bringing in her share of the rent, and there had only been one way to do that. Her entire income depended on her perfect, beautiful boobs. Even if she won a titfight, the damage she would inevitably suffer meant less food on the table that week.

Occasionally, some bitchy high schooler or self righteous housewife had issued a challenge, and she had been forced to swat them like the gnats they were. She was one of the few unbeaten girls in town, although her fights were so few that nobody really considered her part of the rankings.

But things had changed from her childhood. Bambi had taken over Bechdel's Babes, and had made several changes which had dramatically increased income for everyone. If she had to take some time off work to heal, Fawn could now afford to do so. And what better time to join the fray? The current title picture apparently consisted of a skinny teenager who had only just grown out of a training bra, and a state hot dog eating champion. If Fawn wanted the title it was hers.

Or maybe something more personal. Fawn's eyes narrowed as she thought of Carol, the woman who had humiliated her mother. Even now, years later, Bambi still refused to shop at any store she knew Carol frequented, and whenever they went into Rockwell, her eyes had a haunted look. How badly Fawn wanted to take revenge and reclaim her mother's honor by humiliating that arrogant white housewife. Or even better, Carol had a daughter. It would be so fitting for Fawn to take that pampered bitch down, daughters carrying on their mother's feud.

"Kitty?" Fawn asked. The smaller girl perked up.

"What's up?"

"I need you to tell me everything you know about Alice."

[Augur]

Ooh, this is excellent! Yet another very serious challenger for the crown - and a worthy nemesis for Carol and Alice, more specifically! Rockwell girls sure know how to make enemies, and how to wake up sleeping giants... 

Once she's done with her current main goal (of facing Violet's champion boobs), I could easily see Kay taking on the superb-titted ebony stripper, to defend the family honor if nothing else. Having such a loser cousin must be tiring, lol. Which reminds me - poor Phoebe, still no luck! She seems to have a very impressive rack, and possesses plenty of skill, speed and athleticism to make good use of them, but is simply too ambitious for her own good. I mean, Kay, Alice and now Fawn? Surely she could find sets that are a tiny bit less epic? 

Oh, and I'm very curious to learn more about the chubby blonde Chastity, who apparently tamed Ruth's firm, pointy housewife jugs. Not a mean feat, especially for someone with noticeably soft and mushy breasts. I'd imagine Chastity must know a thing or two about titfighting, and likes to pound her opponents flat with the sheer size and weight of her huge, hefty mammaries.

And speaking of making enemies, will Kitty be needing to watch her back from now on? Kay strikes me as just the type of person to hold a grudge. Those perky little C-cups might be in for a real test! 

Great work once again! The roster of excellent characters just keeps on growing!

[Kerfuffling]

Ooh, this is excellent! Yet another very serious challenger for the crown - and a worthy nemesis for Carol and Alice, more specifically! Rockwell girls sure know how to make enemies, and how to wake up sleeping giants... 

Indeed! Fawn proved to be a real treat to write. I modeled a lot of her descriptions after Robert E Howard's style of prose. The result was that it felt like a barbarian hero had invaded my small town Americana setting. I am very excited to detail Fawn's future conquests, which will obviously culminate in an ancestral grudge match between her and Alice. No magic of friendship this time

Once she's done with her current main goal (of facing Violet's champion boobs), I could easily see Kay taking on the superb-titted ebony stripper, to defend the family honor if nothing else. Having such a loser cousin must be tiring, lol. Which reminds me - poor Phoebe, still no luck! She  seems to have a very impressive rack, and possesses plenty of skill, speed and athleticism to make good use of them, but is simply too ambitious for her own good. I mean, Kay, Alice and now Fawn? Surely she could find sets that are a tiny bit less epic? 

Phoebe certainly suffers from that most famous of fatal flaws; pride. Her pride is certainly not unwarranted. In any other town, she would probably be champion. She just had the misfortune to be born in Rockwell. But hey, maybe she'll learn her lesson after this and go after some people closer to her own weight class. Or not

And speaking of making enemies, will Kitty be needing to watch her back from now on? Kay strikes me as just the type of person to hold a grudge. Those perky little C-cups might be in for a real test! 

Great work once again! The roster of excellent characters just keeps on growing!

Before Kay could get at Kitty, she'd have to get through the significantly more intimidating Rebel 

If I may peel back the curtain into the twisted corridors of my imagination for just a moment, I would like to share how the badass biker came to be. She did not appear in the original script for this episode. The audience was going to be just Kitty and Kay, until I realized what you mentioned above; namely, that Kay would absolutely walk over and beat the shit out of the cat girl if given a chance. But Kay was already lined up to fight Violet, and if she got into a fight now, she would be going into her championship match wounded, which would negatively affect the dramatic tension. So I needed a way to block Kay and Kitty from fighting.

Enter Rebel. Somewhere in my notes I had jotted down a few ideas for a biker bar on the outskirts of Rockwell. So Rebel was born for a single purpose; to stand between Kitty and Kay looking tough. Not an especially noteworthy debut.

As I was walking my dog later that night, I began to wonder about her. What would have driven a woman like Rebel to a place like Bechdel's Babes, and why would she choose to stand up for someone like Kitty? Rebel's backstory proceeded to grow from the one sentence rumor in the story above to a sprawling modern epic, with tears, betrayal, victory, and familial bonds.

Rebel's old biker gang may even end up invading Rockwell in the near future (as if this convoluted story didn't have enough factions already ). Just be aware that the first biker gang that popped into my head was the One Eyed Snakes from Bob's Burgers, which should give you a good sense of their vibe.

[Gradius]

Oh, I like this. The daughter of a bested woman seeking revenge for her mother. I see it going one of two ways. Either Alice will step up, or she'll show up while Violet is there.

Or maybe even a doubles match with Rebel stepping in to take on either of the two younger women. Either way, Fawn's backstory is my current favorite. A woman aware of what she has, but unable to really take advantage of it because she understands her responsibilities.

[Kerfuffling]

Oh, I like this. The daughter of a bested woman seeking revenge for her mother. I see it going one of two ways. Either Alice will step up, or she'll show up while Violet is there.

Or maybe even a doubles match with Rebel stepping in to take on either of the two younger women. Either way, Fawn's backstory is my current favorite. A woman aware of what she has, but unable to really take advantage of it because she understands her responsibilities.

With chests of almost identical size and firmness, any clash between Fawn and Alice will certainly be close. Alice has the benefit of years of experience, but while the blonde goddess fights only for ego, the jungle queen burns with the fire of righteous vengeance.

[Augur]

Ooh, this is excellent! Yet another very serious challenger for the crown - and a worthy nemesis for Carol and Alice, more specifically! Rockwell girls sure know how to make enemies, and how to wake up sleeping giants... 

Indeed! Fawn proved to be a real treat to write. I modeled a lot of her descriptions after Robert E Howard's style of prose. The result was that it felt like a barbarian hero had invaded my small town Americana setting. I am very excited to detail Fawn's future conquests, which will obviously culminate in an ancestral grudge match between her and Alice. No magic of friendship this time

Once she's done with her current main goal (of facing Violet's champion boobs), I could easily see Kay taking on the superb-titted ebony stripper, to defend the family honor if nothing else. Having such a loser cousin must be tiring, lol. Which reminds me - poor Phoebe, still no luck! She  seems to have a very impressive rack, and possesses plenty of skill, speed and athleticism to make good use of them, but is simply too ambitious for her own good. I mean, Kay, Alice and now Fawn? Surely she could find sets that are a tiny bit less epic? 

Phoebe certainly suffers from that most famous of fatal flaws; pride. Her pride is certainly not unwarranted. In any other town, she would probably be champion. She just had the misfortune to be born in Rockwell. But hey, maybe she'll learn her lesson after this and go after some people closer to her own weight class. Or not

And speaking of making enemies, will Kitty be needing to watch her back from now on? Kay strikes me as just the type of person to hold a grudge. Those perky little C-cups might be in for a real test! 

Great work once again! The roster of excellent characters just keeps on growing!

Before Kay could get at Kitty, she'd have to get through the significantly more intimidating Rebel 

If I may peel back the curtain into the twisted corridors of my imagination for just a moment, I would like to share how the badass biker came to be. She did not appear in the original script for this episode. The audience was going to be just Kitty and Kay, until I realized what you mentioned above; namely, that Kay would absolutely walk over and beat the shit out of the cat girl if given a chance. But Kay was already lined up to fight Violet, and if she got into a fight now, she would be going into her championship match wounded, which would negatively affect the dramatic tension. So I needed a way to block Kay and Kitty from fighting.

Enter Rebel. Somewhere in my notes I had jotted down a few ideas for a biker bar on the outskirts of Rockwell. So Rebel was born for a single purpose; to stand between Kitty and Kay looking tough. Not an especially noteworthy debut.

As I was walking my dog later that night, I began to wonder about her. What would have driven a woman like Rebel to a place like Bechdel's Babes, and why would she choose to stand up for someone like Kitty? Rebel's backstory proceeded to grow from the one sentence rumor in the story above to a sprawling modern epic, with tears, betrayal, victory, and familial bonds.

Rebel's old biker gang may even end up invading Rockwell in the near future (as if this convoluted story didn't have enough factions already ). Just be aware that the first biker gang that popped into my head was the One Eyed Snakes from Bob's Burgers, which should give you a good sense of their vibe.

Veeeery interesting! There's definitely no lack of epic-titted females, or larger factions for that matter, so I suppose your earlier point about "if everyone has exceptional breasts, no one does" is being put to the test...    Rebel might not quite fit that category, of course; her large D-cup set should be around Polly and Violet's territory, but since she supposedly lost to her mother, I'm assuming the muscular biker chick isn't going to be quite as firm as Rockwell's new champ. Or, alternatively, her mom has some seriously tough ol' jugs! And as far as I'm concerned, the more stacked mature ladies there are roaming around Rockwell and surrounding areas, the better... 

You seem to have built up quite a backlog of high-level boob showdowns already, with Kay vs. Violet, Fawn vs. Alice (and Carol?), Diane vs. Alice and Alice vs. Violet rematches, as well as Norton girls' revenge tour already scheduled - and now the upcoming One Eyed Snakes' invasion added to the pile! That's a rather busy season even without considering all the impromptu matches that'll surely take place on the side, too. 

And speaking of the magic of friendship, I wonder how Diane is dealing with her own, first-ever titfight loss - without any supportive female pals to console and reassure her, at that! She might want to consider taking up Alice's (drunken) olive branch and perhaps take some steps to patch things up between the trio. As incredibly firm and powerful as Diane's boobs certainly are, Rockwell now features quite a sizable gaggle of very serious contenders all vying for the title of "best boobs in town", and trying to survive (let alone succeed) in that environment with zero backup or support doesn't seem like a winning proposition... And I don't really see her finding many friends in some other faction, either.

[Kerfuffling]

Veeeery interesting! There's definitely no lack of epic-titted females, or larger factions for that matter, so I suppose your earlier point about "if everyone has exceptional breasts, no one does" is being put to the test... 

You seem to have built up quite a backlog of high-level boob showdowns already, with Kay vs. Violet, Fawn vs. Alice (and Carol?), Diane vs. Alice and Alice vs. Violet rematches, as well as Norton girls' revenge tour already scheduled - and now the upcoming One Eyed Snakes' invasion added to the pile! That's a rather busy season even without considering all the impromptu matches that'll surely take place on the side, too. 

Really kind of ignored my own advice, didn't I? 

But I swear, there's just, like, 6 more factions to introduce, plus 12 more championship level contenders. 15 tops

[PhantomLurker]

Such a great series. I just wish there was like a perfect counterpart for Violet, someone the same cup size and firmness and the same age too 🤔 Perhaps someone with blue highlights too, to really drive the comparison...

[Drake8]

Fawn's immediate impact is tremendous. It seemed impossible that anyone could top Alice's incredible body, but Fawn's hourglass figure, and especially her breasts, seem even better: if Phoede is a DD like Alice and Fawn's are bigger, that means she must be an E or F; and despite their incredible size, they're firm and perky, even firmer than Alice's! As if that weren't enough, they're aesthetically perfect, with an equally unbeatable shape and that wonderful dark brown Hershey's Kiss-colored skin.

But even more incredible (if that's possible) is her character background. At first she seems like a evil girl, but once you learn about her past, she becomes a three-dimensional character driven by deeply justified anger and resentment: she has lived in poverty and isolation since birth, and at 18, while the other girls were fighting for prestige, popularity, and status, she had to use her spectacular body as a tool for work. On top of that, she's had to live with a demoralized mother, proof of this is that she taught her daughter nothing, unlike how Carol raised her own. Add to this the fact that she doesn't belong to any town; she's hated by women on both sides for being the most desirable stripper. She's had to fight her whole life, probably even at work against some coworkers for being the boss's daughter. If Virginia from Chapter 11 was a fox, Fawn is an untamable and passionate tigress. And I'm afraid Phoebe has just let that tigress out of her cage...

Rebel is also a very interesting and mysterious character, her name alone tells us a lot about her. The first girl with tattoos; it felt so weird to me that none of these stunning girls had tattoos or piercings until now. Plus, since she was defeated by her own mother, this is the first time an older woman has defeated a younger one. Her mother must be on another level. Contrary to what it seemed, mature women still have plenty of fight left in them!

If this trio springs into action, they're going to be extremely dangerous. Being strippers, a stigma and a social condemnation, has now become their greatest strength. No one is more accustomed to tough life and to fighting than they are. And in a sexfight they'll be unbeatable! Congratulations on another incredible episode

[Augur]

Fawn's immediate impact is tremendous. It seemed impossible that anyone could top Alice's incredible body, but Fawn's hourglass figure, and especially her breasts, seem even better: if Phoede is a DD like Alice and Fawn's are bigger, that means she must be an E or F; and despite their incredible size, they're firm and perky, even firmer than Alice's! As if that weren't enough, they're aesthetically perfect, with an equally unbeatable shape and that wonderful dark brown Hershey's Kiss-colored skin.

But even more incredible (if that's possible) is her character background. At first she seems like a evil girl, but once you learn about her past, she becomes a three-dimensional character driven by deeply justified anger and resentment: she has lived in poverty and isolation since birth, and at 18, while the other girls were fighting for prestige, popularity, and status, she had to use her spectacular body as a tool for work. On top of that, she's had to live with a demoralized mother, proof of this is that she taught her daughter nothing, unlike how Carol raised her own. Add to this the fact that she doesn't belong to any town; she's hated by women on both sides for being the most desirable stripper. She's had to fight her whole life, probably even at work against some coworkers for being the boss's daughter. If Virginia from Chapter 11 was a fox, Fawn is an untamable and passionate tigress. And I'm afraid Phoebe has just let that tigress out of her cage...

Rebel is also a very interesting and mysterious character, her name alone tells us a lot about her. The first girl with tattoos; it felt so weird to me that none of these stunning girls had tattoos or piercings until now. Plus, since she was defeated by her own mother, this is the first time an older woman has defeated a younger one. Her mother must be on another level. Contrary to what it seemed, mature women still have plenty of fight left in them!

If this trio springs into action, they're going to be extremely dangerous. Being strippers, a stigma and a social condemnation, has now become their greatest strength. No one is more accustomed to tough life and to fighting than they are. And in a sexfight they'll be unbeatable! Congratulations on another incredible episode

Agreed on most points, but to me, it seems that Fawn's rack is on par with / very similar to Alice's, rather than clearly superior:

As soon as their chests made contact, Phoebe groaned. Those black tits were as big and firm as Alice's, maybe even firmer! Phoebe felt her proud white boobs bend inwards, the bigger black boobs of her opponent too firm to resist.

On par with Alice's in terms of sheer size, and maybe, just maybe, a hint firmer at best - though the relative compression again appears highly similar to what we saw in Phoebe's recent match against the blonde 'boob goddess'. Phoebe is stated to be a "small DD" whereas Alice and Fawn are "large DDs". Kay, Carol and Pepper are E-cups (i.e. DDD, no details on low-end vs. high-end bra size between them yet, I believe.)

And as Kerfuffling explicitly laid out in his reply to Gradius:

With chests of almost identical size and firmness, any clash between Fawn and Alice will certainly be close.

Fawn's overall looks and attractiveness also seem veeery reminiscent of Alice's "divine beauty"; she's not her 'identical ebony twin' of course, but would essentially appear to be a physical equal for the bronzed, muscular blonde in pretty much every respect:

The curtain parted and a savage jungle princess leapt onto the stage. Fawn had skin as dark and rich as a Hershey's kiss. Her black hair poured down her back in beaded braids, rattling like rainfall with each shift of her head. Broad, rounded hips tapered to a slender waist, only for her voluptuous figure to burst back out into a deep, full chest.

One hand snaked behind her back to pull her top off, and her breasts fell into view. Several men fell into gibbering madness at the mere sight. Even Kay's mouth dropped open in shock. Those twin ebony orbs were sheer aesthetic perfection. They bulged from her chest like overripe melons. As Fawn began to gyrate her chest, they barely jiggled at all, unbelievably dense flesh keeping its shape perfectly.

Whether or not Fawn's stupendously attractive breasts actually are even better-looking than Alice's gorgeous orbs, or "merely" equally mind-blowing (let's not forget e.g. Pepper's admission that she still has to do a double-take every time she sees the blonde's perfect bronze cannonballs), we'll hopefully find out soon enough... 

Alice already had very serious rivals who are either smaller but firmer (Diane and Violet) or bigger and heavier (Kay, the redheaded teacher whose name escapes me right now, and also her own mother to some extent), but with Fawn, she now seems to be facing a nemesis who's almost her exact mirror image. And then there's also Norton's boob champion, whose exact tit-status is currently unknown. A nicely varied high-caliber lineup, I'd say! 

As Kerfuffling mentioned above, Fawn isn't as experienced as Alice and the other top girls are, but makes up for that disadvantage with a burning desire to avenge her mother's fate. She may be less seasoned as a titfighter, but is highly motivated to win... 

[Drake8]

Good points, Augur. But I wasn't saying that Fawn is clearly superior to Alice, only slightly better based on speculation. We're talking about two 10-out-of-10s, two monumental girls who stop traffic. I was comparing them taking the only point of reference between the two so far (Phoebe), and it's true that both Alice and Fawn surpass her in size, so we don't know if one is bigger than the other. However, during the fight with Fawn, Phoebe herself thinks that Fawn is firmer, and Fawn brutally destroys her despite having no technique and almost no experience, solely because of the power of her incredible breasts. On the other hand, Alice struggled more to defeat her despite having exquisite technique and much more experience. That led me to think that Fawn's tits are even denser and firmer than Alice's. However, it is also true that Alice wasn't in the right mental state during that fight, and even in the car she felt that her boobs were softer than usual. It wasn't a 100% Alice.

Conclusion: We can't really say one is better than the other lol. We'll have to anxiously wait and see. What we do know is that we're talking about two stunning girls, not just because of their boobs (as would be the case with Kay), but because they're the total package.

As you say, Fawn could be Alice's nemesis. I see them as two kinds of anti-heroines destined to clash. Both have that tough background that justifies their arrogance and vanity; and both are the most beautiful and desired, and therefore, hated and envied.
And as you mention, we mustn't forget the other "nemeses" lurking around Alice: Kay herself, or especially Ikshita, who returns to Norton eager to conquer Rockwell once again, and could very well go after Alice, both because of her fame and because Carol also defeated her mother, Basanti.

In the end, one wonders if, with so many enemies eager to take her down, and knowing how harsh, humiliating and permanent defeats can be in this town (just look at Bambi or the librarian), Alice's haughtiness is simply the shield of a proud young girl who refuses to submit.

[Drake8]