I think I have a copy of the story you are looking for. I copied it from FCF, but can't find it now. Tat fits with the author leaving the site. So this is a repost: hope it helps
Water Supply (FvF)
« on: April 24, 2018, 11:43:44 PM »
"Woops!" chirped Becky, as she felt her backside bump up against some strangers hip. Adjusting her purse and dropping her apartment key, Becky turned around to see young woman steadying herself.
"No problem, don’t worry about it!" The girl replied cheerfully as she continued to walk down the hall. Becky couldn't help but feel embarrassed, it was her fault for trying to hold her coffee and purse while locking her door. She wondered if the girl walking actually felt as passive about the situation as she seemed.
"Stupid, stupid!" Becky though to herself, dreading the idea of making any enemies in her new apartment complex. She had moved in a few months earlier to start her first job out of college, and so far she had been loving it. Her job at the fashion company was exactly what she dreamed, and all of her coworkers and new neighbors were super nice. This was definitely not what she expected when she moved in, in fact it was the opposite. The city where her company was located was almost entirely populated by people who worked there - and since this was a fashion company, close to 99% of those people were women.
Having come from an all girl college, Becky braced for the worst. Her four years in school were dominated by conflict, the stress of being surrounded by nothing but the same sex was compounded with the over-crowding problem on campus. So when the 5'4 dirty blonde Becky with a tight stomach and fat booty from years of soccer and track arrived, she was a magnet for jealousy. Her roommate for all 4 years was a identically build bleach blonde with the same tanned skin and c cup breasts that Becky had, and it was only about an hour before the two girls had their hands in each others hair and legs wrapped in a catball that they would spend all of their free time in until they graduated.
But that was all in the past, Becky said to herself, snapping out of the flashback she stayed in on her whole walk to work. Since moving she hadn't gotten into so much as a slap fight with anyone. She was no longer an 18 year old girl with a wet pussy and a jealous edge, she was a 23 year old woman surrounded by other mature, emotionally stable adults. Or at least that’s what she told herself.
Although things were better than college, it was a little frustrating that she was still surrounded by nothing but other women. And behind the smiles and friendly conversations the women silently competed to look the best. Becky wore the evidence of this on her tight body, a strapless top that exposed almost half of her breasts clung tightly to her torso, sliding into a tight skirt that was short enough for the other women see that she wasn't wearing panties any time she bent over,. and her long firm legs ended at her perfectly manicured feet in a pair of sandals. There was no denying it, she looked hot and she knew it. But all the confidence that stemmed from that was replaced by insecurity as she took her first step into the office and was reminded of the countless other equally attractive women she would be sharing a space with for the next 8 hours. But oh well, it was better then being in a catball 12 hours a day, and she had no reason to believe she'd be back to doing that any time soon.
But unbeknownst to her, a series of events were playing out on the borders of her new city that would change everything. About six miles from town center was a reservoir that supplied every home, apartment, and office in the city. Surrounded by fences and warning signs, it was clear that no one was allowed in there. But perhaps the fences weren't high enough because on this day, hidden in the trees along the waters edge, lurked a handful of trucks and men in orange suits.
"You think were gonna go to jail for dumping this?" Said one of the men to his partner.
"We might go to jail for dumping it, but well definitely go to jail for having it, so I'll take my chances" he replied.
You wouldn't guess by their dirty boots and orange worksuits, but these men were pharmaceutical executives. The company they ran had begun losing money a few years ago, and in desperation they began illegally producing amphetamines to sell on the black market. But the police were catching on to the supply of high grade drugs flooding the area, and so the company board secretly agreed to dump all the remaining drugs in a reservoir many miles away.
"Do you think anybody could die?" Another of the men asked nervously.
"No" replied another, "that's why were out here. I had some of our scientists figure out how much water would be needed to dilute all this to safe levels, and this spot had just enough. If anything were just giving everyone a free buzz." he chuckled. The others chucked anxiously as well, before they got back to doing what they came to do.
The next morning, Becky was stepping out of the shower and going into the kitchen to make some coffee. But halfway through the brew, she stopped. She felt good this morning, really good, and decided she had enough coffee to go without. "It must be my new diet plan, I knew B-vitamins were important!" she thought to herself. She got dressed quickly and was out the door 30 minutes before she was usually even dressed. Work was a breeze that day. Everyone was in such a good mood! Tasks that were normally tedious felt like fun challenges, and everyone seemed to be having heartfelt conversations with each other all day. That night, Becky got home feeling accomplished and exhausted. But when she tried to go to sleep she realized something that she had ignored all day. She was extremely horny, she had to masturbate twice before she could shut her eyes, but it felt great and soon she was dreaming.
Things continued much like this for the next two weeks, but things were slowly changing. Waking up was getting a lot harder, she usually felt pretty good after a shower or a glass of water, but it seemed that her upbeat mood was going away earlier and being replaced by crankiness and an increasingly distracting libido. 3 or 4 times a day she would be in the bathroom, skirt hiked up around her hips while she touched herself. To make matters worse the bathroom was always crowded, underneath every stall you could see a pair of quivering legs with panties hanging off the ankles. Everyone at the office seemed moodier, and women were starting to get into shoving matches at the line for the bathroom. Soon it wasn't just the office, women on the street and in her apartment complex were starting to get belligerent with each other. Distracted by a drug fueled haze and a supercharged sex drive women were bumping into each other, pushing everyone closer to the edge.
One morning, about a month since the drug dump, Becky awoke 30 minutes after her alarm had gone off. It took all the willpower she had not to touch herself before getting dressed, and without time for a shower she rushed out the door. She noticed how sweaty she felt as she began to lock her door, and looking down at her glistening legs she felt her libido surge, and a bead of liquid dripped off her pussy on to her sandal-clad toe. She felt flush and almost weak with arousal as she pulled the key out of her door and began to turn around, but the motion was abruptly stopped by a bump. Turning around she saw the woman she had bumped into over a month ago. She looked cranky and sweaty, but her body was as toned as Becky's with similarly tan skin and light brown hair, and despite her bitchy appearance the woman still looked amazing in her tight sundress and flip flops.
"Watch where your fucking going you bitch!" the woman snapped.
"Fuck you! How about you don't walk on the other side of the hall!" Becky snarled back. The women had gotten within an inch of each others face when they argued, and Becky's breasts bumped the other womans, their tight clothing doing nothing to stop their nipples and breasts from rubbing together.
Before Becky had even finished her sentence she felt hands in her hair, Becky grabbed back and they spilled on to the floor. The women's bare legs tangled together and both lost their sandals. Tangled together, they rolled on the floor, pulling each others hair and squishing their faces together as they screamed in pain and frustration. Becky's skirt and her opponents dress slid up above their hips and their pussies now smushed together. Pulling themselves up, the women were now sitting with their ankles crossed behind each others backs. Both of their breasts had slipped out of their clothes and as they pressed their faces together their nipples and breasts compressed. Becky could feel her pussy, fat with moisture and extremely tender, rub clits and lips, the feeling of rubbing their soft pussy flesh was euphoric but the feeling only intensified their conflict.
Pulling each other back down they rolled again, and while on their sides they began ripping each others outfit and peeling the cloth off until they were both naked. Seeing each others nearly identical bodies made both girls angry and even hornier. Both women's makeup was smeared across their faces and they bit each others pouty red lips. Slipping their heads over each others shoulders the women grabbed hold of each others hair, beck wrapped her legs around her opponents right leg, crossing her ankles while the other woman reciprocated. Becky could see her blue toes juxtaposed against the red toes of her rival. She tried to bend her knee and pull her foot up to scratch the other womans feet with her toe nails, but both women were straining legs as tight as they could preventing each other from breaking the ankle knot. Turning her attention to her rivals equally thick ass she began spanking and squishing her cheeks while keeping one hand in her hair.
The women attacked each others ass and thighs, grunting and screeching as they jerked their bodies trying to break the stalemate. The women's faces, normally pretty, were now squished cheek to cheek and contorted into ugly sneers as they sobbed from pain. As sweat built up between their interlocked thighs and calves, Becky's opponent was able to slip her leg out of the knot and wrap her legs around Becky's. Their bodies jerked up and they were once again sitting upright with their pussies and tits squished between them. Becky hiked her knees and smacked the soles of her feet against her rivals ass cheeks, clenching her toes to keep a grip while she squished and rubbed them. A moment later, Becky could feel the same thing being done to her fat ass, and the women both cried out as pulled each others hair and exerted their jealousy on each others booties.
They continued in this position, grinding their pussies in an attempt to make the other cum, but neither seemed to be giving in. Changing tactics, the women pinched each others nipples and began to pull, twist, and tug. They tried in vain to smack each others hands away, but couldn't keep each other off. Sore from the pain, the women eventually let go and wrapped their arms around each others torsos, locking their ankles behind each others backs and pulling each other down until they were both on their sides in pretzel-leg wrap. They simultaneously pulled their chests together while using one hand to smother their opponents face. Their hips continued to gyrate and after rolling back and forth for some time they felt pleasure rocket through their bodies as they orgasmed all over each other. They lay on their sides temporarily looking over each others sweaty, makeup smeared faces. They were about to start again when they heard other women walking down the hall, and both girls fled back to their apartments in embarrassment.
Eventually Becky made it to work, with her skirt destroyed she put on a tight dress she normally wore to parties where she wanted to look hot, it was bright blue and ended just below the lips of her vagina, making her tan toned legs look even longer. Her heels clacked loudly as she walked, and with only a few straps on top her she could show off her feet and toes that matched the color of her dress. Her breasts and butt jiggled as she walked and she got a few glaring looks from other women in equally slutty outfits. Looking at the clock she couldn’t believe it was 1'olock already. She had been wrestling with that bitch for over 3 hours! For a moment she was embarrassed, but looking around she realized that many of the desks were empty. The women that she could see were all enraptured in arguments, and she could hear grunts and groans from arguments that had already turned into catfights.
For a moment Becky felt relieved, knowing that no one had probably even noticed she was late, but like a running while chained to a post her mood was soon jerked back by the ever nagging sexual arousal. Despite having orgasmed less than an hour ago, Becky could feel her pulse through her lips, her nipples were poking through her dress, and she began feeling hot. She did her best to get some work done, struggling to stay focused. She decided to get some coffee to try and get her back in the zone. As her heels clicked against the floor she began to hear other, somewhat rapid clicks, coming from inside the break room. Muffled voices became audible and when she opened the door she heard two women's voices, sharp with aggression, trying to talk over each other.
Inside the room, two women circled each other while arguing, faces maybe an inch from one another. Even before things had gotten crazy in this city, Becky had never liked either of these girls. They both wore tight dresses similar to Becky's, and the cloth hugging their bodies exposed how similar they were to Becky's. In a bright red dress and red heels with red toes was Emily. Emily had bleach blonde hair and paler skin compared to Becky, she always reminded Becky of her college roommate which furthered her jealousy. The woman Emily was arguing with mirrored her body almost identically, except Emilia was hispanic and had much darker skin. Emilia was wearing a dress that might has well have been Emily's dress except painted white, and looking down her long legs Becky saw her white toes matching her white heels.
The argument paused for the two women to snarl angrily at Becky, they spoke at the same time so it came out jumbled, but they both said something along the lines of "What the hell are you looking at?!" Driven by her confrontational mood and disorienting horniness, Becky marched right towards the women, turning their argument into a three way screaming match. The girls were all nose to nose, and none of them seem to care that the others were talking as they all continued to bicker. Weary of a fight, they all circled one another. Eventually one of Emily’s heels slipped and her arm slapped Emilia’s shoulder as she re adjusted. With the powder keg ignited, all three women grabbed hold of each others hair. Pulling themselves together and jerking each others heads they struggled to stay upright until their dresses had hiked high enough for their shaved pussies to touch. Feeling the pink and wet flesh of their most personal body part being brushed by the others, the women's anger intensified until they could no longer keep any semblance of balance.
Falling to the floor and hooking their heels together, the women rolled with arms around each others necks and hand in each others hair. Their faces all pressed together and the women screeched and cried as they continually traded places on top of the pile. Becky could feel her feet rubbing against the others as well as her pussy which was now fully squished against Emily and Emilia’s. It wasn’t long before their dresses paper thin cloth of their dresses had all been ripped off. Completely nude, Becky once again felt the sting of jealousy as she observed two bodies that were just as toned as hers. Becky though about how hard she had worked, dieting to stay thin, squatting to round out her ass cheeks and thighs, and her breasts that she prided on being supple and round. Judging by how intensely Emily and Emilia struggled, they were being driven by a similar jealousy.
For a while they rolled, slapping and spanking each others bodies while they pulled hair or pinched breasts. Each girl tried to slip out of the mass of intertwined legs but their heels locked their feet and ankles together even tighter then their own muscles. With a handful of each opponents hair the girls angled their heads to get a jaw lock on one another. The pain of gnawing at each others faces rivaled the intensity of the pleasure from their three rubbing pussies. Unable to unhook their legs, the girls spent hours alternating between hair pulling, nipple pinching, and jaw locking. Becky's body strained and she sobbed as she held on, desperately hoping the others would orgasm soon. Unfortunately for the girls, they were two distracted to realize that with their legs straight and ankles locked by their shoes their pussies weren't getting close enough to grind consistently, and they were no close to making each other cum then they had been hours ago.
The fight stopped for a moment when they were spooked by the sound of the industrial lights in the office shutting off, leaving the break room lights as their only source for visibility. Spooked by the sudden noise, the girls had jerked their legs and their feet were sweaty enough to slip out of their heels. Suddenly feeling each others soles and toes, the women turned back to each other. With nothing in their way the three tight bodies wrapped even tighter together. All three pussies squished in the middle and they could feel their sweat drenched abs touching as they all wrapped their legs around each others hips. Unable to lock their ankles around two other torsos the women flexed their thighs and calves as hard as they could, and clenched their toes around the nearest ass cheek to get a grip.
Now as close as they needed to be, the three gripped each others hair and began to squeeze and roll. The girls were all face to face with their nipples all squishing into each others tits. With their feet gripping each others backsides only by the strength of their toes they all attempted to kick each others feet out of their grip. At some point the girls had all interlocked toes and were now attempting to scratch each others. Frustrated by how far their legs had to reach to meet feet, the girls sat up right. They kept their pussies pressed together, but the three way hip lock meant they had their legs up over each others shoulders. With their hands either gripping each others backs or in each others hair the girls pushed each others faces away using their feet and toes.
Locked in this three way sitting position the girls stared at each other, faces contorted by the others feet, grunting as they glared at each other through flexed toes. All three refused to accept that their thighs and asses were equally thick, and continued to attempt to out squeeze one another. With little progress being made by anyone, Emilia bit down on the foot nearest her mouth in desperation. She correctly assumed that the other girls would do the same, erasing whatever lead she might get momentarily, but she didn't care anymore. Like the others it was now just a match driven by hate and pussy rubbing, and the more pain she could inflict on her rivals the better. Slowly, the girls tightened their jaws, slowly adjusting to the increased pain of having their own feet bitten before ramping up the pain on each other. With another stalemate frustrating them, Emily got the idea to slip her jaw up from the foot to the toes, and the competition restarted with the girls trying to out chew each other and maybe, as petty of a victory as it was, scrape some of the toe nail polish of their rivals.
Becky was the first to notice the attempt to mess up her nail polish, and she was not going to let that happen. The girls may have been trying to tear at each others titties, asses and pussies, but they were even more sensitive about their feet. Using her foot that wasn’t in the mouth of Emily or Emilia, the slid it from its position pressing against Emilia's cheek up to shove her toes up Emilia’s nose. What she didn't consider was that since her free foot was on Emilia, that meant Emily was actually the one scraping at her nail polish. But what did it matter, the other two would reciprocate and Emily would get toes in her nostrils anyway. As the girls looked around at each other, faces even more distorted and the pig-nose effect being caused by each others feet they felt even more frustrated. The fight had gotten so intense and even that they were resorting to tactics like this. Even in college Becky would have snapped out of this, but in her horny brain hopped-up on drugs it just made her anger stronger.
One of the girls eventually wormed her feet out of the mouth of another, and the sudden imbalance of power caused the girls to completely re-wrap. Never letting go of each others hair, they attempted to stand, but their sweaty feet caused them to slip and they pulled each other into another leg locked catball. The momentary un-tangling had given each of the girls a chance to see each others bodies and re-ignited the jealousy they felt. The girls went from hair pulling to spanking and tugging each others ass cheeks, scratching each others thighs and smacking or pinching tits. The girls were so sweaty at this point that they may as well have been wrestling in oil. Their pussies were so wet and sweaty that they glided across each other faster then the girls could control, and after another stretch of rolling the three orgasmed, squirting cum onto each others pussies.
Unlike her last fight, Becky didn’t let her self get disoriented enough to let go, and neither did the other girls. Although they didn’t have the strength to squeeze each other as tightly they kept their legs on top of each other and a firm grip on their hair. The breathed heavily for a bit staring at each others sweaty glistening faces. Eventually after some time Emilia began to struggle and slap at the others.
"Let me go you sluts!" she said while counter intuitively keeping her grip on Becky and Emily.
The other two girls began to do the same, although it seemed they also werent sure whether or not they wanted to keep gripping or break apart. The girls slowly rose to their feet, walking naked through the halls still tugging each others hair. When they stepped out of the office and into the night air they saw groups of other girls everywhere in various stages of catfighting. They had only a moment to take it in before one of them eventually slapped or pulled at the others, Emilia let out a weak "ow!" All three women lived in the same apartment so they eventually made it back, stopping occasionally to trip each other and roll around for a bit. But when they got to the lobby they realized they were now going to have to decide whose room they were going back to. Feeling their pussies tingle from not cumming in over an hour, the girls tightened their grips...
