Jem was born in Benalla, her family was part of the wealthy class, with a beautiful mansion on the northeastern shore of the Broken River. Her father was a tycoon, and her mother was a former international model, so the girl had grown up surrounded by luxury. At first glance, her life seemed perfect.
Behind those beautiful mansion walls, the reality was quite different. Her father was an ice man, his powerful and manipulative personality made him seem more authoritarian than he was.
Every decision Jem made, from studying to the length of her hair was filtered through his expectations. Jem had no voice, only a script to follow. Her mother, too frail, too consumed by a life spent being the "perfect wife," lived in a state of silent resignation.
The only glimmer of light was her partner in misadventure, her older brother. When he died in a car accident while trying to leave that prison called home for good, something in Jem broke.
The mourning was covered up so that the family's good name would not be lost and so that possible rumours of the boy's escape would not be allowed to spread as if it were a guilt to be erased.
Jem did not want to leave alone; her hopes also included salvation for her mother. For months, she gathered information, money, and addresses. When she finally realised that there was no redemption possible for that environment, she proposed to her mother that they leave together.
And against all odds, the woman who had seemed for years to be a mute statue found the courage to say yes. One night, covered in silence, mother and daughter disappeared.
They moved to a much more modest town, to a house that was small but finally theirs. Jem began attending a new high school, using her mother's maiden name so that no traces of her family could be found.
She chose to start over, erasing the spoiled daughter on the run and becoming a girl who wanted to build her future on her strength. To her classmates she appeared reserved, strong, beautiful in an almost distant way.
Her beauty stemmed from the fact that Jem asked for no favours, sought no shortcuts. No one could tell her that it was luck that helped her; she wanted to conquer everything by her strength.
Jem still carries within her the pain, anger and hope of her past life, adding the promise she made to herself, no longer having cages or masters.
The new high school was, for Jem, neutral ground. No labels to fight, no bulky shadows from the past. Home, study, part-time job, the routine worked perfectly, but there was a hole to fill.
And that hole was the space Tom managed to fill.
Tom was not like the others. He was not handsome in the classic way, he was a bit dishevelled. Always in jeans and untucked shirts, his hair messy, but he had a vivid anger in his eyes, something Jem recognised right away. It was like looking in the mirror, but from a different angle.
They met in the high school library, after a silly argument concerning a busy seat. Jem did not apologize. Tom didn't either.
From that day, they began to notice each other more in the hallways, poking each other with sharp jokes, and to longer dialogues after a few months, coming to an unexpected complicity. Tom was smart, impulsive, and blunt to the point of rudeness. And wounded. Deeply.
"Claire was important to me, not a fling," he said, thinking about it.
"I cared about Claire. I don't understand how she could leave me like that."
"I was the only good one in that relationship, and yet..."
Claire. That name came up often in conversations. Too often. Jem listened. At first with detachment, then with annoyance. Then with something much deeper and more venomous.
Jealousy.
Who was Claire? Why did she have such a presence in Tom's head, even though she was no longer with him? The more Tom talked about her, the more Jem felt something simmering inside. A new, prickly impatience that she did not like at all because it was unfamiliar. Jem had never been jealous; she had never had time to be.
But Tom was different. She had lowered her look with him, at least a little. Being together, Tom was different, she felt seen and not observed, understood and not judged.
Claire became, day by day, a shadow between them, a presence that was not there but seemed to be present in the space between them.
Jem began to hate that faceless, voiceless girl. She hated her not for what she was but for what she represented. An ideal to which Jem felt constantly compared. A past that Tom could not let go of, and that jeopardised their present.
Those hopes vanished, that search for silence seemed to turn into a scream. That anger began to change focus, leading Jem to promise herself that no Claire would ever get the better of her.
If Tom wanted to heal, he would have to leave behind every ghost; otherwise, he would become part of Jem's past as well. She had learned never to look back, but she had no intention of letting the boy go.
Not without fighting with all her might.
***
Claire found herself surprised to receive a message from Jem. A little bewildered to learn that this girl had gotten her phone number, but curious as to what she wanted from her.
Last time, the two girls had not found themselves in a friendly situation, and it would probably be the same today. The brunette still felt the anger from last time as she waited at the bar, waiting for the blonde.
Jem arrived a few minutes later, sitting down in front of the girl without greeting her. After ordering drinks, the two girls squared off in silence, each mirrored in the other's eyes.
“So?” Claire broke the silence “What do you want?”
Jem smiled, running a hand through her hair. Her glossy lips were the same as the previous encounter, when she spoke softly to Kyle's boyfriend to get him to give in.
“Can't you imagine?” her voice, Jem was sure “We ain't done you and me”
“We ain't got nothing you and me” replied the brunette in a harsh tone.
“Bullshit” growled the blonde "The play between Tom and your toyboy was just a small curtain. I want the main scene"
Claire tightened her lips upon hearing her boyfriend insulted by the blonde. Jem knew how to rattle her, and she didn't like it. It was hard for Claire to admit, but the girl in front of her was right.
“Don't talk about my boyfriend like that, bitch” hissed the brunette.
“Oh, touched a sore spot?” giggled the blonde “Use that sore for what's to come, or I'll destroy you too fast”
Claire opened her mouth to speak, but Jem got up from her chair. The brunette immediately followed her, watching Jem smile and go to the bathroom with her in tow. Once inside, the blonde turned and untied her bra, slipping it into her purse.
Claire did the same, and the two girls moved closer until they pushed their breasts together. The blonde shifted her shoulders, rolling their breasts through the fabric. Claire rotated her shoulders in turn, sliding their breasts back and forth.
“I have nothing against you,” whispered Jem, "It's just...I have to, you know? I have to flatten you for Tom."
Both girls focused on the massive rival breasts, their pairs crushing evenly in their shirts, assessing the resistance and strength of the rival breasts.
“That asshole sends you because he's unable to apologise?” hissed Claire “Such a shame to have to prove to you that you're just a replacement”
Jem squinted her eyes, pushing her breasts more forcefully into Claire's. The brunette's body stepped back a step, moving forward again and forcing the blonde to do the same.
“Fine” hissed Jem, fixing her hair “Let's go to my place”
“I'll follow you” nodded Claire.
The waiter arrived at the table with the order, finding it empty.
***
Jem's fairly large house welcomed the two girls, neither of whom had been able to restrain themselves during the trip, insulting each other and promising out-of-the-blue pain.
Once in the silence of the living room, Jem removed her T-shirt to reveal her huge breasts, her thick nipples pointed menacingly at her rival as she stared arrogantly at Claire.
The brunette lifted her T-shirt in turn, tossing it onto the couch as her breasts bulged toward her opponent with overbearance. Claire's thick nipples pointed at their rivals, returning the gaze.
“I don't understand how Tom could have loved those deflated sacks” smiled the blonde “Surely he'll love their picture when they're also empty”
“It must be hard to accept, isn't it?” sneered Claire “Knowing that your boyfriend's first choice is better than you”
The two girls stared at each other jealously, before moving closer and pushing their 36EEs together. Both girls kept their arrogance in their eyes as their flesh compressed in front, pushing against each other and feeling the weight of the rival pair.
Pulling apart, their breasts returned to their perfect shape, their hard nipples still ready to descend into battle. Their bodies joined again, drawing closer together as the huge breasts returned to pressing.
“You won't get far,” smiled Jem, slamming her breasts into the rival pair “My tits are better than your saggy sacks”
“I haven't even started, bitch” growled Claire, grabbing the blonde's shoulders "I know I'm the better woman, you're the only one who has to understand that. Tom already knows, doesn't he?"
The brunette swung her chest to the left, sending her tits into her rival's flesh as she thrust her breasts forward. Jem's tits bounced on her chest after being hit, jiggling before regaining their shape.
"Bitch," hissed Jem, thrusting forward.
The blonde felt hurt deep inside at hearing her boyfriend's ex imply that she was better. In Jem's head, there was nothing but the confidence that she was the better woman for Tom, but Claire was putting that idea to the test.
The blonde's hard tits slammed into Claire's pair, causing her to moan on impact. Jem held her rival for a few seconds before letting go so she could watch the rival's breasts bounce back.
“I'm sorry little Kyle isn't here,” giggled the blonde, “I would have liked to show him your folded breasts against my better breasts.”
Claire pulled away, then pulled her rival to herself to slam her breasts from the bottom up, thrusting her 36EEs into the blonde's chest. Jem moaned in discomfort as her breasts were pushed upward, bouncing close to her flushed face.
“Leave my boyfriend out of this,” hissed the brunette menacingly.
Claire thrust forward, and the Australian girl's tits seemed to bend further upward, her nipples pointed toward the ceiling. Jem tightened her grip on her rival's arms, moving her shoulders to slide her breasts downward.
Claire grunted, annoyed, in turn rotating her shoulders and beginning a struggle for position between their huge breasts. A few seconds and, Jem seemed to get the best position, pushing the brunette's tits around between their bodies.
Jem tightened her grip, the two girls' bodies arched tightly together before the blonde slammed her 36EE on top of the brunette's pair, Claire's flesh being pushed down hard.
“Fuck,” cursed the brunette, gritting her teeth.
Her breasts continued to hang downward. Jem smiled, throwing her breasts at the rival pair again, making Claire's flesh tremble as her breasts were pushed downward again.
“You talk a lot, but what do you have to offer in the end?” hissed Jem venomously "Your pathetic breasts breaking against my perfect pair? I'm a little disappointed. You might as well admit you don't live up to expectations."
Claire grunted, pushing herself forward hard so that her rival staggered backwards and groaned in surprise. Jem let go of her rival, and the brunette continued forward, slamming her breasts into Jem's chest.
The meaty slap was accompanied by the blonde's pained groan, her flesh seemed to spread out on her chest, constricted by the firmness of the enemy breast.
“Are you still disappointed, bitch?” growled Claire, ramming the blonde's breast with her own “Or is Tom the one disappointed with his new engagement?”
Jem squinted her eyes, bringing her hands up to the brunette's shoulders to grab her and hold her close. Claire was quicker and grabbed her rival's wrists, pulling them past her body.
The blonde went wide-eyed as the brunette forcefully slammed her heavy tits into her chest, Jem's flesh seemed to be battered by concentric waves, moaning loudly in pain.
Jem pulled her arms back, bringing the brunette's body more in contact with his, their legs continued to slam together as their breasts slapped together again.
Rotating her hips, Claire slapped her tits into Jem's right breast, crushing it outward, her flesh deformed by the force of her rival's chest.
“Fucking slut,” cursed the blonde.
Jem pulled harder on her arms, dragging her rival closer before launching her breasts from below. Claire moaned loudly, staggering backwards until she fell, taking the blonde with her.
Both moved quickly, seeking the top position from the start, throwing themselves at each other and slapping their breasts together. Claire finally succeeded in gaining the advantageous position after a long trial of strength, pushing Jem onto her back as her breasts crushed the blonde's pair hard.
Jem gasped at the feeling of the weight of her rival's 36EEs pressing against her chest, grunting as the brunette began grinding her tits into the rival pair.
“Can you feel it, you fool?” smiled the brunette, feeling the rival's flesh warp against hers “The reason why Tom is obsessed with my tits?”
Jem moaned angrily as her flesh was crushed under the weight of the rival breasts, her tits being deformed by the breasts of her man's ex-girlfriend. The blonde arched her back, hissing as the brunette let out a frustrated moan as her flesh was driven back.
Grabbing the brunette's shoulders, Jem pulled her to the side as she shot her breasts upward, causing Claire to moan as she felt her arms shake as her body fell to the left.
Jem reversed their positions quickly, their legs continuing to slam together as the blonde rammed her breasts into Claire's pair.
“Why don't you tell me how you feel, bitch,” growled the blonde “Does Kyle know your tits will be softer after I'm done with them?”
Claire moaned as Jem's heavy breasts pressed down on her pair, the blonde began pounding her chest insistently into her 36EE rivals, her blue eyes glowing with uncontrollable rage as Jem slammed her breasts down.
“I always hear my man's name in your mouth, bitch,” hissed the blonde "He is mine. You've lost him, and I won't let you badmouth him again!”
‘Bitch’ moaned Claire “No one wants that prick back"
Jem gritted her teeth, slapping her tits from the sides into the rival pair, swinging her breasts into Claire's chest hard as the brunette moaned at the sensation of her flesh shaking wildly.
The blonde's nipples dug into the brunette's flesh, leaving red marks on her flushed skin. Claire arched her back, pressing her 36EEs upward, but the blonde responded by pressing her breasts against her.
The brunette moaned when Jem pressed her pair down again several times, stinging her rival's soft flesh with her spikes as Claire felt the burning in her breasts grow worse and worse.
“Your Kyle will find it a nasty surprise when he sees you naked,” smiled the blonde wickedly, “And you will have to live with the idea that I am the better woman.”
Claire roared angrily, grabbing the blonde's shoulders and pulling her to the side as her rival had done minutes earlier. Their bodies rolled together, the Australian girl moaning as she was pushed back.
Jem let go of the brunette's body so that she rolled away and had time to get back up. Claire was on her feet at the same time, both panting from the effort of fighting each other.
The two girls threw themselves at each other, their tits slapping brutally together as their nipples penetrated deeply into rival flesh.
Both girls gasped at the sensation of their flesh deformed by the collision, wiggling together as the two girls kept their breasts in contact, refusing to back away.
Jem shook her shoulders, letting Claire's pair slide under hers before slamming her 36EEs hard from above. Claire moaned as she felt her breasts squeeze upward, pulling back.
The brunette slid her left breast under her rival's, reconnecting their breasts together a second later and thrusting her nipples into the blonde's tender flesh.
Jem threw her head back, moaning as the brunette hugged her rival's body, pulling her hard against herself. Jem gasped and retaliated by locking her hands behind Claire's back, tightening her grip and sending her breasts into the rival 36EEs.
Their tits pressed together, pressed evenly against each other and swelling outward with each squeeze. Both girls gritted their teeth as they forced their pairs more into the tight space between their bodies.
“Your breasts are going to explode against mine, slut” smiled Jem “Kyle won't be able to play with them for long”
The flesh of their breasts began to sway with each squeeze, compressing as the brunette's face expressed her discomfort. Claire began to shift her breasts against Jem's chest, moving her shoulders to grind them during each squeeze.
“I'm going to reduce your fucking bags flat, slut,” Claire hissed, “Tom won't be happy when my tits have broken yours.”
Jem blasted her rival with a glare, thrusting her breasts more forcefully against the opposing pair. Claire's flesh deformed at the sides, bulging outward before forcing Jem's 36EEs to flatten against them.
Claire gasped heavily at the sudden sensation of Jem's nipples shooting into her areolas, colliding with the brunette's tips and pushing them back slightly before sliding between them.
Moaning, the brunette scraped the blonde's areolas with her nipples, and Jem responded by pressing her breasts firmly against the rival pair, finally positioning her nipples above the brunette's before pushing them downward.
Claire's breath hitched at the painfully electric sensation of her bent-down tips, rising again when their nipples slid against each other. Jem then forcefully pressed her tips into the rival's areolas, making her moan.
When Jem pulled away, the brunette dragged her tips against the opposing nipples, forcing them from their position and bending them sideways. Jem whimpered, but Claire kept relentlessly bumping her tips against the rival nipples.
"Fuck you," the blonde growled.
"Fuck you, bitch," Claire spat back.
The blonde thrust her tits forward, and both pairs pressed together as Claire grunted uncomfortably. Their flesh yielded in unison, returning to its original shape and swapping the shared space between the two girls' bodies.
The firmness of their breasts was constantly questioned, tested with every push from the two girls, who hissed through clenched teeth. Leaning against each other, moaning and cursing as their breasts stubbornly kept pushing against one another.
Pulling back, the blonde slammed her chest forward forcefully, roughly crushing the brunette's pair as she groaned in pain. Claire felt her breast momentarily bend around the blonde's unyielding pair.
Sweat began making the two girls' bodies glisten as Claire pushed back against her rival's breasts with her moments later, their hands interlaced along their hips while their sweaty chests slapped together relentlessly.
Jem pushed back, but Claire's pair slid downward, allowing the brunette to deliver another upward slap against the underside of her rival's chest.
"You can't win, bitch!" the brunette growled. "My tits are better than yours—just accept it!"
Jem's breast bounced against her chest as Claire swung from the right. The blonde's chest was shoved forcefully sideways, forcing her to step in that direction before lunging back at her rival.
The two pairs of 36EEs smashed together with a crack, making both women cry out in pain as their flesh folded against each other at the point of impact, their grip faltering.
Claire grunted, tightening her hold again and pumping her breasts against Jem’s pair, driving her stiff nipples into the blonde’s areolas and drawing a moan from her. The Australian girl hissed, swaying her chest and slapping the rival pair from the side before grinding her own against Claire’s.
Their legs began to tremble, and Jem lunged forward, crushing her 36EEs forcefully into Claire’s chest. The brunette screamed in pain, staggering back as her distorted flesh slowly regained its shape after a few seconds.
Claire retaliated by slamming her pair hard against Jem, leaning into her to add pressure behind the heavy blows, driving the blonde back until she was pinned against the wall. Jem gasped before thrusting forward again, but the brunette shoved her back with another push, Claire’s breasts seeming to flatten the blonde pair even more before Jem pushed back once more.
“Your tits are giving in, bitch,” Claire hissed. “I’m the better woman.”
Their breasts swelled together as both pressed them harder against each other, moaning in frustration as Claire pushed with greater force.
The blonde screamed before slamming her chest forward violently, meeting her rival’s chest with a smack and sending Claire stumbling back. The brunette was met with another slap, making her whimper as her flesh deformed against the opposing pair.
“Your pathetic tits are breaking,” Jem snarled. “I’ll turn them to pulp!”
The two girls charged at each other, meeting with a wet slap as Jem swung her breasts, smashing them painfully into the brunette's chest. Claire cried out from the sudden pain as the blonde swung to the other side.
Staggering, Jem and Claire pushed forward again, their heavy breasts colliding hard once more. Pain gripped both girls, and Claire collapsed to her knees, feeling her flesh deform more severely than the still-standing blonde's.
"That's your place, bitch," the blonde growled. "That's always been your place."
Claire glared hatefully at the blonde, slowly rising on trembling legs. Jem lunged at her again, slamming her breasts down from above and forcing her rival back to her knees with a pained groan.
"Whore!" Claire screamed.
"No, you're the whore," Jem snarled. "I'm the girl who's had enough of all this… enough of you. Always Claire, Claire, and Claire again. Do you know how annoying it is to hear another girl's name coming from your boyfriend's mouth?"
Claire lingered on the blonde's words, panting as she slowly raised her gaze. Jem's eyes burned with jealousy, but behind that sinister light was something deeper, darker. Hatred.
"I spent the last few years building MY life, working hard to get what I deserved. When I met Tom, I thought it was finally time to be rewarded for all my efforts… but no, you had to exist. The magnificent Claire, the girl who would never do what I did. The girl who chose to abandon Tom, the girl who broke him inside." Jem's voice dripped with poison, trembling. "You can't understand how
I felt… Tom always talks about you, ALWAYS…! He seemed to see me, but I was constantly compared to you, a girl I hadn’t even met. At first, I thought it was temporary, but the more time passed, the more you stood between us. Now, just hearing your FUCKING name makes me nauseous. I felt inadequate. Tom treated me like I wasn’t enough… like I wasn’t
you. I’m not you. I’m BETTER than you."
Jem began circling Claire, looking at her with contempt. That girl was the only obstacle that had constantly challenged his relationship, and now she was right there, on her knees.
"I didn't even know what your face looked like. I didn't know your voice, how you laughed or how you cried. But you were everywhere. You were in everything. You were in the silences Tom couldn't explain, in the voids I couldn't completely fill... You stole every hug he couldn't give me, every word he couldn't say. You stole my chance to feel chosen now, because you're still yesterday… a yesterday that never dies. You make me feel unwanted even when I'm the only one here who wants him. Wasn't it enough that you left him? No... no, you had to keep living in his memories like some looming presence that refuses to leave." Jem couldn't hold back anymore, her voice trembled, but anger kept her standing, as if all the poison finally had to come out in one single scream, "You're killing me. You're eating me alive. You, who aren't here but are everywhere, EVERYWHERE, understand? I looked in the mirror and saw my empty hands, because every caress that should be mine is still yours... You're his open wound, and I have to sleep beside it every night. I hold him tight each time... God, I hold him, but I hold you too... always. You're the voice in his head when he's silent, the regret in his eyes when he looks at me. And I can't take it anymore! I tore apart an entire life just to breathe. I destroyed everything. I left behind lies, suffocating silences... and for what? To fight against someone who doesn't even exist in his life anymore! Who doesn't even have the decency to vanish from his thoughts!"
Jem paced nervously in place, her hands clenched into fists so tight her knuckles turned white. Her confidence, her armour, seemed to have been stripped away all at once, leaving her free to unleash her hatred toward the person she saw as the only obstacle to her happiness.
"You made me feel small, dirty with something that isn't mine. You made me feel wrong. You make me feel second. Me! I who has never been second to anything or anyone. If I could, I swear I'd tear you away from him piece by piece, word by word. I'd do it barehanded, without mercy. I want to see you vanish from his eyes when he looks at me, I want to feel that I'm his open wound, I'm his salvation, I'm the only thing that matters. But it doesn't happen, does it? Because he doesn't know how to choose. He doesn't know how to cut you out. And me? I have to stay here, letting myself corrode, hearing your name on his lips when he compares me to you... I hate you, Claire. I hate you because it seems I can do nothing against you. I can't tell you to step aside, because you're not even playing anymore. Yet you still win. You're not here, but you're always between us. You're in the way he touches me, as if searching for something else. You're in his breath, in that name he holds in his throat, hoping I won't hear it. I hear it, you know? I hear everything. I hear every part of him that he can't give me because he left it with you. I hear the part of me that corrodes every time he turns to the other side of the bed. I feel my anger growing, because I destroyed everything I had just to no longer be anyone's prisoner... and now I have to deal with you, who don't even exist anymore, but you're the strongest chain I've ever encountered."
Jem suddenly stopped dead, slowly turning toward the rival still kneeling. Claire stared into her glossy eyes, wet with suffering as incredible as the hatred that had formed over time toward her, the hatred for a stranger who now stood before her.
"Do you know what the truth is, Claire? The truth is that if he doesn't find the courage to tear you away from himself, I'll do it for him. With my hands, with my words, my tits, with every part of me that knows how to fight. Because I'm not like you. I don't leave, I don't run away, I don't hide in memories. I stay. I fight. And if I have to become worse than you to win, I'll do it without thinking twice. Because you have no idea who I am, Claire. You have no idea what I'm capable of when I decide that nothing and no one will ever have the power to imprison me again. And if he isn't strong enough to choose me, then I'll be the one to erase the other choice. You won't win, Claire. You'll never win. Do you understand? You'll never win."
"What...?" Claire asked, but the blonde interrupted her immediately.
"SHUT UP!" screamed the blonde with a hoarse voice. "Shut up, shut up, shut up! You must not speak. You must not be present. You must not exist. Tom is mine, I love him, but you keep getting in the way. I've fought for everything I have, but he never seems to be completely mine. He lives in your shadow... I live in your shadow. This has to end. Tom must see me as the better woman because that's what I am. Better than you. I have to prove it to him, understand? Tom must know, or he'll never love me the way I deserve. You must disappear from his mind, your breasts must be erased by mine. Tom deserves this... I deserve this."
Claire listened to the blonde's emotional outburst, only now realising how much she had suffered over that guy. The brunette, however, wasn't the source of the problem, or at least she didn't think she was.
"You know, honestly, I don't care," said the brunette, standing up. "Tom was an idiot; our relationship ended because of him. If you have a problem with me, fine. Screw it. We'll settle it however we have to." Claire's eyes met Jem's, giving her a hard stare. "But if you think
I am the problem, then you don't understand a damn thing. I left Tom because of
his mistakes, and I won't let you win just to give him an excuse or prove him right. I won't let you beat me, you're dead wrong. I'm the better woman, and you'll have to accept that."
Jem screamed in rage and lunged at Claire.
