Small Town, Big Tits: Part 14

[Kerfuffling]

Ina's feet played a staccato rhythm down the stairs as the pretty young Indian girl danced to the door. "I'm going out, Bai Bai!" She called over her shoulder. Her foot was just over the threshold when her mother's voice caught her like a snare.

   "Not so fast, Beta." Ina froze in place before pirouetting gracefully about, snapping her legs together and pressing her chest out, standing at attention as Basanti came into view.

   Even in middle age, the matriarch of the house was a sight to stop traffic. Her long dark hair flowed down her back in ebon waves, curling gracefully around her wide, fertile hips. She practiced pilates and yoga every week. While not a large woman, the slight extra fat on her form screamed maturity and ripeness, rather than indolence or sloth.

Her full, heavy breasts pressed out against her elegant dress. Even when she was staying at home, Basanti dressed like she was going to a soiree. But those proud breasts, those powerful and firm Double Ds, sat hidden under a high collar and a restrictive bra.

"Let me take a look at you." Ina did a quick twirl as Basanti ran her eyes up and down her daughter, clicking her tongue at the short plaid skirt, scoffing at the makeup, and openly shaking her head when she saw the button down white blouse. "That shirt has three more buttons, Beta. What's the use of someone sewing them on if you're just going to leave them open?" Ina had left the top of her blouse open to reveal her ample cleavage.

The young girl rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Bai Bai, I'm a woman, not a little girl anymore. What's the harm in letting everyone see that?"

Basanti folded her arms beneath her own bust, pushing it slightly up. "Young lady, you are not leaving this house looking like that." The two proud women locked eyes. The grandfather clock on the wall between them ticked.

Ina finally reached up, and with a scowl, buttoned two more buttons, leaving the top still slightly open. Basanti's gaze softened a touch.

"I'm just looking out for you, Beta," she said softly, her voice suddenly fragile as glass. "Everyone in town saw that video of you. The last thing you want to do right now is issue a challenge with your clothes." She came forward and gently kissed her daughter's forehead. Ina squirmed awkwardly in her mother's arms.

"Can I go now?" She asked in discomfort. Basanti stepped back and nodded. As Ina left, she called out,

"Be careful!"

As soon as the door closed, Ina unbuttoned her blouse again, letting the tops of her proud brown boobs feel the sunlight. She pranced to her car, a used Mercedes she had gotten for her sixteenth birthday, and slid into the driver's seat. The engine purred to life and she drove off for downtown Norton.

The young woman stared out the windshield as she reflected on her relationship with her mother. Growing up, she had always known that Basanti was the alpha female. She was Ina's model for what femininity should be. Strong, confident, and drop dead gorgeous, Basanti strutted through society with the confidence of a peacock.

And her boobs! Even now, Ina did not think her own breasts could compare to her mother's. Basanti's heavy, firm breasts had been on full display everywhere they went, drawing vengeful glares and lustful stares from men and women in any arena. Ina had practically worshipped those breasts, praying every night that her own pair would be half as good.

Everything changed at the state fair. Basanti had gone off with a blonde woman Ina later learned was named Carol, leaving her two daughters standing by the cotton candy machine. Ikshita had dragged her younger sister by the hand to the livestock tent, where they could hear the grunts of two women locked in combat. Under buzzing fluorescent lights, locked in a stall with hay and pig shit, Ina had watched her mother's destruction at the boobs of a superior woman. If she closed her eyes she could still hear the shrieks, the muffled sobs as Carol rubbed Basanti's beautiful face into a pile of manure.

Later that week, as Ina went downstairs for a late night glass of water, she had spied Basanti sprawled across the couch, eyes red from sobbing, reading a magazine about breast enhancement. Ina had been horrified. To think that her mother, who represented the ideal woman, thought of her own boobs as not good enough? That memory had fueled Ina's own fire as she grew into a woman, causing her to lash out with uncontrollable rage whenever anyone accused her of having fake boobs.

Basanti had ultimately not gone through with it, for what reason Ina never learned. In the time that followed, her place in the local rankings had plummeted, as women lined up to humble the once cocky champion. Even Ikshita, when she came of age, had taken the time to challenge her own mother, ultimately conquering her in the backyard by the pool.

And now, Ina herself had suffered humiliation at the hands of a Rockwellian. Her knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. She would not break like her mother had. She would get her revenge.

The car pulled into the parking lot of the Norton Community Gardening Club, a communal park filled with flowers and trees of all varieties. It was a popular spot for the women of the town. It was a popular spot for the men as well, at least in their imaginations. They all knew the stories about the fabled Rose Ring at the center of the garden. A solid wall of high rose bushes, their leaves and thorns guarding a secret battleground where the women of Norton settled their differences as only women can. The entrance was a closely guarded secret. There were no boys allowed in that inner sanctum.

Ina pushed her way through the green tunnel to emerge into that space. Many other girls had already arrived, ranging from late teens to early twenties. Every one of them looked serious. Their honor had been tainted, and it was time to avenge it.

She recognized Virginia, who was noticeably without her treasured letterman jacket. The redhead was clearly upset, but at the same time, nobody blamed her for the loss to Diane. That had been an honorable attempt to avenge Norton, not like Ina's own humiliation.

The Indian princess looked from face to face. She had called this meeting, and everyone had answered, but she saw hunger in those eyes. They all knew that it was she who had been humiliated. She was the one who had surrendered Norton's pride to a Rockwellian. If she wanted them to follow her, she would have to prove that she still deserved their respect.

Of course, there was an easier way. She could have told them all that Ikshita was coming home. That would have made them fall in line. Nobody in Norton would willingly cross Ikshita. But to do that would be to admit that she had failed, to admit that she was broken. Ina set her jaw. She would do this on her own.

"Thank you for coming, girls," she trilled out in a pleasant voice. "You all are aware of why we are here, so I shall get straight to the point. Who is ready to teach those sluts in Rockwell some manners?"

The gaggle of girls looked amongst themselves, then one of their ranks stepped forwards. Ina recognized Berkeley, a recently graduated high school senior, and the girl who had taken over as champion after her own graduation. The black girl had always had a reputation as somewhat of a nerd, a reputation not helped by her thick framed glasses and frizzy black hair. But the mockery of her classmates tended to die in their throats when they saw her full D cup breasts. Those dense, majestic chocolate mounds had beaten their way to the top of the pecking order, suffering only a handful of quickly avenged defeats along the way.

Berkeley gestured to the girls around her. "We all want to take Rockwell down a peg," she said, before pointing at Ina's chest. "But we don't want you leading the charge. You got your ass kicked in your own house. You're a joke, and it's time for you to step aside for a real champion."

Ina glared and thrust her chest outwards towards Berkeley, unbuttoning her blouse further so that her two magnificent breasts spilled out over the top. "You think you can take me, Berkeley? Your pathetic little tits only lasted this long as champion because all the real competition left town when I did. But the queen bitch is back, and I guess I need to remind you all what real boobs look like."

Berkeley snorted and peeled away her own shirt, letting her majestic boobs fall free. "Someone get me a marker. I want to autograph those fat udders after I pound them flat." Both girls peeled off their tops and lined up their tits. Ina's caramel set was larger, but looked just a bit softer than Berkeley's faintly conical chocolate chest. The rest of the crowd spread out to form a ring around them, forcing the two girls closer together.

Ina and Berkeley both lunged at the same time, ramming their chests together in the middle. Both girls grunted at that first slap of flesh. Ina's larger pair dented inwards slightly further, but the Indian princess quickly pressed forwards and cancelled the advantage. She began to roll her shoulders back and forth, sending her chest slamming forwards into Berkeley, who matched the motion to drive her own set like chisels into Ina.

Berkeley growled and grabbed two fistfuls of silky black hair. Ina yelped as the black girl yanked her head backwards and swung her chest up in a hellacious uppercut. Soft, pillowy brown flesh rippled outwards from the point of impact. Before her chest had even settled, Ina felt Berkeley's conical set plow straight into hers, trapping her tits in an awkward and painful position. The crowd bayed for blood.

In an explosive burst, Ina threw her smaller opponent backwards only to catch her by the shoulders. She began boxing her tits back and forth, sending Berkeley's black boobs spinning across her chest. The young champion wailed as her chest wobbled back and forth, her firm flesh distorting with every movement. Two toned black arms wrapped around Ina's neck and shoulders as Berkeley pulled her into a close quarters grind.

"If you give up now," Berkeley huffed, "I'll let you pick what color marker I use to sign your tits." Ina's response was to thrust suddenly forwards, shifting one leg in between Berkeley's as she did to try and throw the other girl to the ground. Berkeley countered at the last second by grabbing a handful of Ina's hair. They pulled one another into a mutual bear hug.

The two girls staggered backwards into the crowd. Two girls, one blonde and one brunette, caught them and, with a laugh, shoved them away. The combatants staggered across the ring, still locked in one another's arms, only to be caught by the crowd on the far side and sent spinning again. They bounced around the ring like this a few times, a pinball of boobs and bad intentions, before finally planting themselves back in the center.

Berkeley thrust her chest forwards, stabbing her firm black boobs into Ina's slightly softer brown boobs. Ina groaned, the groan turning into a whimper as she felt her chest press in further and further. With a quick struggle, she repositioned her boobs down below Berkeley's and lifted upwards. Now it was Berkeley's turn to cry out, as her tits were forced upwards and stabbed from below, only to come crashing back down against her chest as Ina pulled abruptly away, then rammed forwards again.

"Do you see this, Berkeley?" Ina hissed into her rival's ear. "My tits are destroying yours. Give up now, or I will break you so bad, you'll have to go back to a training bra!"

"Fuck you!" Berkeley reached up to grab Ina's shoulders and shove. As soon as there was space, she rammed straight forwards, meeting Ina nipple to nipple. Ina squealed as she felt her chest distend inwards, her nubile young flesh only slowly filling back out. She did not even have time to gasp before Berkeley landed a second ram to the same spot. This time, there was a meaty SMACK that caused the entire crowd to wince in sympathy. Ina felt Berkeley's hard chest stab dangerously close to her sensitive inner titmeat. She staggered backwards in blind desperation. She needed a moment to collect herself.

   Virginia stepped up behind her and planted one foot on Ina's ass. "Hey Berk! Catch!" With a thrust of her leg, Virginia sent Ina staggering back into Berkeley's open arms. Ina sobbed in open pain as Berkeley wrapped her in a bear hug and began to squeeze. Tight young black boobs increasingly displaced big young brown boobs.

   The cries of the crowd grew suddenly silent. Berkeley and Ina paused to look around for the source of the disturbance. A gap had opened up by the entrance, and in the center of that gap stood the most dominant fighter in Norton's long and storied history.

   Ikshita had come home.

   She was slightly taller and skinnier than her sister, although her hips were a bit broader and her muscles more defined. Her black hair was cut short in a reverse bob which framed her soft, almost delicate face. One nostril was pierced with a stud, as was her right eyebrow. In spite of her baggy gray sweatpants and plain white tank top, she looked good enough to have been a covergirl for any magazine.

   The queen of Norton did not speak, but her mere presence halted the fight. Ina and Berkeley pulled apart, taking a moment to massage their aching boobs. With an impatient gesture, Ikshita waved for them to continue. The two girls locked eyes once more, but this time the stakes were different. There was fear in Berkeley's eyes now, fear of what the queen might do to anyone who hurt her little sister. But the stakes were no lower for Ina, who could not bear the thought of her sister seeing her lose.

   Ina charged first this time, slinging her chest into the right side of Berkeley's bruising boobs.The black girl wailed as her chest wobbled, only to cry out louder as Ina hit her again from the other side. The two girls boxed back and forth, both slinging their rapidly weakening chests with increasing aggression. The audience remained silent, all eyes locked on Ikshita who gave no visible reaction.

   On one exchange, Berkeley dropped to one knee with a sob, cradling her tits. They hung limp against her chest, the skin darkening with bruises, the flesh swelling. Ina spat down on her from above. "Your weak little girl tits are done, Berkeley. Give up already." Berkeley instead stood up, tears in her eyes, and launched herself at her enemy with a scream.

   The two hellcats wrapped their arms around one another's shoulders and began to squeeze. They thrust their chests forwards in sync, over and over, screaming in rage and fear. Both girls could feel their chests weakening with each blow, but one of them felt it worse. Berkeley looked down as she thrust, only to cry out in panic as she saw her own tits flatten from the impact. She thrust a second time, only to see a similar result. Ina thrust her own chest forwards, and the crowd gasped as Berkeley's boobs pancaked against her chest.

   The black girl threw back her head and sobbed. "God, Ina, stop it! You win, you crushed my tits! Fuck, my tits!" Ina gave one last thrust, then let her opponent drop to the ground. Her blood was pounding in her ears, her chest felt like a rock that had just met John Henry, but she had won! She could not stop grinning as she spun in circles with her hands raised, showing off her proud, triumphant boobs to everyone in the crowd.

   Ina turned back to Berkeley, who knelt on the ground, hunched over her broken chest, tears dripping down into the dirt. Ina knelt down to grab her by the chin. She forced Berkeley to look up at her triumphant boobs.

   "What are your tits, Berkeley?"

   "They're weak, soft little girl tits. Way weaker than your strong, champion boobs."

   Ina cooed with delight. "Louder, Berkeley, I want everyone to hear you. Who has the best boobs in Norton?"

   The birds stopped singing. The wind stopped blowing. The sun in the sky seemed to dim. Ina sensed Ikshita suddenly looming behind her, the way a deer senses a tiger the moment before it pounces. Berkeley stared upwards in fear, her mouth frozen.

   "Answer the question, little girl," said Ikshita in a sibilant voice with all the playfulness of a spider dissecting a fly. "Who has the best boobs in Norton?"

   In a stammering, unsteady voice, Berkeley choked out, "you do, Ikshita." The queen put a finger to her chin in a mocking expression of thoughtfulness.

   "Now how can you know that? After all, you just fought my little sister Ina, not me. How do you know her boobs aren't better than mine? Maybe you and I should fight?" Berkeley shook her head, sweaty black curls flying. Ikshita at last seemed to grow bored and waved her away. Berkeley stumbled over to her friends, who quickly helped her dress and comforted her.

   Ikshita now turned to Ina, who had instinctively stood up straight when she felt her sister's attention. Ikshita did not like slouchers. "What do you think, choti bhaina? Who has the best boobs in Norton?"

   "You do, rani," Ina quickly responded. "Not just in Norton. You have the best boobs in the world." The two sisters locked eyes for a few tense seconds, then Ikshita smiled.

   "That's right." She held out her arms. "Now give your sister a hug." Ina stepped forwards, still topless and sweaty from her fight, and embraced Ikshita gently. Her big sister squeezed tight, causing Ina to groan in agony as those rock hard, D cup boobs flattened hers at first contact. Ikshita held the hug just a second longer than necessary before finally letting her sister go, allowing Ina to silently collect her trophy and retreat back into the crowd.

   Ikshita turned in a slow circle to address the full crowd of Nortoners. "You should all be ashamed of yourselves. Back in my day, no Rockwellian would have ever dared set foot in Norton. Ina may have been humiliated, but it was all of your faults for being weak enough to invite an attack. If you had made sure that those trashy Rockwellians knew their place, they would never have invaded our town."

   "So now, we have to remind them why they should fear us. By the end of this summer, everyone will know that Norton girls are queens, and Rockwell girls are bitches!"

   The girls cheered. Every one of them was excited by the thought of what was to come.

   Those Rockwellians would never know what hit them.

[Drake8]

The two scenes in this episode are absolutely brilliant.

In the first scene, it all begins with Ina striking a military pose, albeit an exaggerated and theatrical one. She neither fears nor respects her mother; she's merely trying to ease the tension and "appease" her so she can get her way. In her mother, Basanti, we see a remarkable woman full of contradictions: although she is incredibly beautiful and takes care of her body, her stunning breasts are hidden and restrained. She is impeccably groomed, yet only within her own home... Shortly afterward, we find out why: Basanti is a broken woman. Carol destroyed and humiliated her, and she was never able to recover. On the one hand, we see just how deeply devastating a defeat can be for these women; this is no joke. On the other, we come to appreciate even more what a formidable woman Carol was (the queen for over two decades) and her ruthlessness in battle, not only winning but morally destroying alpha women like Basanti and Bambi. In this brief conversation, Basanti unconsciously projects all her fears onto her daughter, but Ina rebels: "She would not break like her mother had."

In this scene, I can't help but marvel at two brilliant details. The first is discovering that "Beta" is an affectionate term for "son." How ironic it would be to hear Basanti call the total alpha Ikshita "Beta" as well. Second, in general body language, crossing one's arms is usually a defensive gesture. However, I had never realized that in the context of female rivalry, crossing her arms and pushing up her boobs as Basanti does means the exact opposite, an offensive gesture to demonstrate power. Even traumatized and retired, Basanti still retains traces of the dominant woman she once was.

And finally, the brutal second scene: the Rose Ring, a place surrounded by beauty on the outside but harboring relentless violence on the inside. There, Ina was on the verge of ending up like her mother until her sister's mere presence changed everything.

The only minor criticism I could level at this novel is that the descriptions of the girls' physical appearances and clothing could be more detailed. With Ikshita, however, that's not the case. Her description is brilliant, and every detail allows us to picture her perfectly. First, her hair, and especially her piercings, reveal a girl who's showy but rebellious, beautiful but dangerous. You might imagine that if everyone in her family is a DD cup, she'd have to be an F, but curiously, she's "only" a D. But those breasts are enormous on her slimmer, more defined body, and just as hard as rock. As if that weren't enough, her wider hips not only make her more curvaceous but probably give her superior stability and striking power. A killer body in every sense: an athletic and sexy physique perfect for combat.
Second, her completely casual attire shows that Ikshita doesn't give a damn about appearances. She's the antithesis of Basanti. Her beauty and danger are so real and raw that she doesn't need to "sell" or embellish them. While her mother hides away at home, all dolled up, Ikshita rules the streets in her loungewear. She truly is Ina's role model: "strong, confident, and drop-dead gorgeous."

Throughout the story, Ikshita's terrible personality is gradually revealed to us, culminating in that brilliant hyperbole: "The birds stopped singing. The wind stopped blowing. The sun in the sky seemed to dim..." She shows no sentimentality or mercy. She is someone who places power and hierarchy even above blood ties. Her methods must be so brutal and definitive that no one dares to question her authority. In the end, with the rhetoric of a totalitarian leader, she unites the people under her banner of hatred and thirst for revenge. The war against Rockwell is served, and according to Min, this isn't the first time Ikshita has invaded it...

While Norton is a united army under the command of a relentless leader, Rockwell, like decadent Rome, is more divided than ever. Devastated by internal disputes and broken friendships, it is now ruled by a foreigner who has destroyed two of its best girls. Is there hope? The only united group is the cheerleading squad, and luckily, the goddess Alice has already recovered. Will that be enough? Will Carol have to come out of retirement and defend Rockwell once again? Thank you so much for these 14 incredible chapters!

[Gradius]

I feel like you're introducing a large cast in very rapid succession, and the main problem will be finding time to develop them adequately. You still have Felicia from Chapter 11 who, by description, sounds like she has the biggest pair currently and hasn't really had any action.

Granted this is coming across as a story without a actual MC, that leads to other problems with the need to give the extended cast proper screen time without it seeming as just being token.

That said, I am enjoying this and the way, like Drake pointed out, Norton appears very united...though we might see Ina challenge Ikshita if she smells weakness...whereas Rockwell has had the top spot swap twice in rapid succession and clique lines aren't even well drawn.

[Gradius]