Small Town, Big Tits: Part 9

[Kerfuffling]

Alice rocked her hips back and forth in sinuous motion as her long, powerful legs propelled her through the water. Her bronze skin rippled with toned muscle as she spun herself around, honey blonde hair splaying out in all directions underwater. A single mighty kick off the wall propelled her back towards the far end of the swimming pool, and she plunged upwards out of the water to gulp a breath of fresh air.

Polly watched as Alice's heavy, pendulous breasts broke free of the surface, almost shining as the sun struck the water coating them. They still bore faint bruises from their battle with Phoebe, and jiggled about slightly more than usual but despite the damage, they seemed almost bigger than before, as though they had regained some previously lost essence of immortality.

Polly lowered her book and waited for Alice to arrive at the wall next to her. "Why are we still hanging out in your backyard? Why not head back to the public pool? There's more space there."

Alice smiled impishly upwards. "Public pools aren't for swimming, silly, they're for showing off, and right now I feel like swimming." She dipped a hand in the water and swung it upwards, splashing at Polly. "Come in, the water feels great!"

Polly flinched as the cold droplets struck her skin, crying out as she realized some of it had hit her book. "Alice, be careful! This is a library book!"

The blonde goddess giggled as she floated away on her back, tits thrust proudly up towards the heavens. "Don't be such a wet blanket, Polly. If Mrs. Davis complains, I'll just crush her again."

Polly grabbed a fistful of paper towels and dabbed at the book, doing her best to minimize the water damage. As she looked over at Alice, her eyes subconsciously narrowed. She remembered what Diane had mentioned at the party a few nights ago. She was not just a sidekick. She did not have 'floppy boobs'.

And quite frankly, she was getting a little sick of being the 'nice' one.

"I've been thinking," the brunette said slowly, knowing that these words once spoken could never be unsaid. "We've been friends for a long time."

"Kindergarten, Ms. Jackson's class. We had a tea party under Diane's desk."

"And we have some of the best boobs in town."

"THE best."

"Well, why don't we have a match?"

Alice jerked up her head so fast that she plunged down into the water, popping up a moment later with a look of such fear that Polly almost apologized immediately. "Not because I want to beat you or anything! It's just, you know... you have THE rack in town. I have to at least know how I compare. It will just be a little friendly competition. It will be fun." Alice took a few deep breaths, then finally gave a forced smile.

"Yeah... yeah, of course! Fun!" She stroked to the edge of the pool and pulled herself out, standing up straight and shaking out her soaking wet hair. Her hands began to untie her bikini top. "Meet you on the grass?"

Polly held up her hands. "Wait, wait, I didn't mean we should fight right this second. I mean, you're still recovering from that match with Phoebe, and I would hate to mess up your tits too bad."

Alice waved a hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it, my tits are still in good enough shape to beat you."

It was exactly the wrong thing to say. All of Polly's pent up anger came flooding back to her. What the hell did Alice mean, good enough shape? As if Polly were just some giggling freshman who had never bumped boobs before? Like her loss was a guaranteed outcome just because she was the nice one?

Polly stomped forwards as Alice was still fiddling with her bikini, the blonde's eyes turned away. Polly ripped her shirt off over her head and chucked it to the left, snapped her bra off and chucked it right, her heavy D cups slapping down against her chest.

Alice got her own top off and turned around just in time to catch a heavy slam as Polly snapped her chest forwards, driving her big pale boobs into Alice's bronze orbs. Alice grunted in shock as the impact drove her back a step, her tits quivering slightly at the impact. She looked up at Polly with an almost confused expression, slinging her own chest forwards in a halfhearted manner, as though showing the type of fight she had been expecting. Polly barely reacted as the heavy dense boobs slapped hers, snapping her chest again to send another full power slam crashing into Alice. Water droplets went flying off of Alice's wet skin.

The blonde goddess scowled at her friend, seemingly just now realizing that Polly was taking this playful match quite seriously. Polly reached out and gave a light shove to Alice's right tit, causing it to jiggle across her chest. "Softer than I thought," Polly remarked in a cold voice, "I see how Diane beat you."

Alice's lips twisted into a snarl and she swung her chest in a massive haymaker from the right, her heavy tits crashing into Polly's smaller set, sending shockwaves across the meatier girl's pale flesh. Polly bit back a groan and threw her chest forwards, snapping her back upwards to send an uppercut into Alice's legendary boobs.

Alice gasped in shock as her chest was knocked up high, only to slap back down against her chest with uncomfortable force. She was starting to get worried. These initial strikes had confirmed Polly's earlier suspicions regarding leftover damage. Alice's boobs were definitely still softened from their match with Phoebe, not horribly so, but she could not count on the impossible firmness that had won her the title of goddess. This fight was going to be painful.

The honey blonde brawler clutched her hands behind her back, pressing her tits out to their fullest extent. Even without her firmness, she had a full cup size on Polly. She would just have to pound her friend's jugs into submission. Her muscular shoulders began to swing from side to side, as her broad hips twisted back and forth, sending haymakers flying left and right. Polly's big boobs started flopping across her chest, until the thicker girl mirrored Alice's pose and shoved out her own ample chest, matching her blow for blow.

Polly bit down on her lip to keep from crying out. Even damaged as they were, Alice's jugs packed a wallop! The brunette kept swinging back and forth, her tits flopping all across her chest even as they plowed into Alice's bronze orbs and forced the bigger set to wobble. "Screw friendly competition," Polly thought to herself. "I'm pounding these fuckers flat! See how Alice likes being the one on bottom for a change."

For her part, Alice had to keep blinking back tears. She had always known that Polly had a great rack, but holy shit, each hit felt like getting smacked in the chest by a sock filled with wet soap! But despite the pain she refused to cry out, she refused to show any sign of weakness. If she lost this fight, she might lose Polly as well.

Back in elementary school, Alice had been something of a guardian angel for Polly. The bubbly brunette had been too kind, too soft, for the cutthroat world of playground politics. Alice had been the one getting in fights whenever other girls had tried to steal Polly's lunch money, or boys had tried to stick gum in her hair. Even after puberty, when Carol had taught them all how to fight like women, Alice had continued shielding Polly from the worst of the world. It was the very foundation of their relationship.

What would happen to that relationship if Polly became the stronger one?

She had already lost Diane. She could not lose Polly too.

Polly suddenly pounced forwards, pinning Alice's tits to the side midswing. The blonde goddess moaned as Polly's plump rack plowed into hers, the deceptively dense jugs putting nearly unbearable strain on her chest.

"Oh yeah," the chubby brunette growled with uncharacteristic ferocity, "look at those weak little tits just melting around my girls. God, it's gonna feel so good when they finally pop."

"Fuck you Polly," Alice snarled back. "My super jugs are gonna pound your fat udders flat." She forced her chest around and began grinding forwards, driving her massive, firm young flesh into Polly's rapidly reddening orbs. "God, those ugly hangers are just as soft and flabby as your ass."

"Bitch, my ass is flawless!" Polly rolled her shoulders, her heavy boobs wrestling with Alice's for control. While Polly's boobs dented more visibly, her deceptively dense, inner core managed to match Alice's still injured set in firmness. The muscular blonde tensed her powerful legs and began shoving, bullying Polly around the yard with her superior size and strength, even as the softer brunette continued pumping her chest forwards.

Polly felt the grass beneath her feet change to concrete, and she glanced over her shoulder in panic to see the pool behind her. Alice smirked and pushed her further, further. "I think you need to cool off," she taunted, pumping her chest faster and faster as she shoved Polly closer and closer to the pool. Polly frantically fought back, digging in her toes, widening her stance, tensing every muscle, but she was powerless to check her backwards slide. In desperation she rammed her chest forwards as hard as she could.

Alice whimpered, her eyes widening in shock as she looked down. Her proud bronze boobs were actually bending inwards around Polly's round jugs, the brunette's dense inner cores stabbing into Alice, grinding away at her own inner titflesh. The blonde goddess moaned as her chest started to deform.

Polly grinned as she saw the shift in the fight. Alice struggled backwards, her slippery wet skin sliding out of Polly's arms. "What's the matter, Alice? Scared that my epic boobs are about to hand you your third loss?" Polly swung her chest forwards in an uppercut, causing waves of flesh to spill across Alice's chest as her tits were battered by the smaller, but now firmer, pair.

As Alice was forced back by Polly's onslaught, she swung her chest side to side, using her superior size to batter Polly's boobs. Polly moaned in agony as the legendary boobs of Alice pounded her set left and right, sending her tits spinning in two different directions. Still the brunette pressed onwards, aware that she had Alice on the run, gamely slinging her heavy young flesh forwards. One especially hard shot caused Alice to stagger and Polly was on her in an instant, seizing the muscular blonde shoulders and pulling her into another grind. Alice wailed as Polly's chest drove painfully deep into hers, threatening to rupture her innermost flesh. She rolled her shoulders upwards, forcing her boobs on top of Polly's, weighing her down with the force of two sets of massive mammaries.

Polly groaned under the weight, her already overworked chest straining under the force of Alice's monster jugs. She started thrusting upwards, trying to carve a hole into Alice's underbelly. Alice sobbed as she rammed downwards, threatening to rip Polly's boobs off her chest.

"You bratty fucking bitch," Polly sobbed as she pumped her shoulders forwards. "I'm better than you! Say it! SAY IT!" With a shriek that was equal parts pain and rage, she drove her chest upwards. Alice screamed in pain as her legendary boobs compressed nearly flat, bronze flesh melting around milky white. With a desperate howl she swung her chest back high into the air, then sent it crashing down onto Polly's.

Polly bellowed as she felt Alice's bigger boobs crush hers from above, punching through layers of flesh to slam into her dense inner core, then smashing even that firm meat flat. She dropped to her knees in defeat, tears falling freely onto her ruined chest. Above her loomed the goddess, her tits practically pudding, but triumphant nevertheless. Polly bowed her head and awaited her humiliation.

Instead she felt a gentle touch, as Alice reached down and, with the care of a mother rabbit carrying her kits, lifted her up. The blonde grasped Polly firmly by the shoulders, and the two women looked into one another's eyes as equals.

"Polly, you have amazing boobs," said Alice with conviction. They're strong, beautiful and awesome in every way, just like you." Polly smiled at her best friend, and the two of them embraced despite the pain.

Polly broke free and picked up her bra from where it lay on the deck. She held it out to Alice, who shook her head in protest.

"You don't need to do that, Polly. Like you said, this was just a friendly match."

"I don't have to," agreed Polly, "but I want to. You are the boob goddess, Alice. You have the best tits in town, and you beat me fair and square." Alice at last accepted the trophy with a smile, and the two friends walked into the house side by side, as equals.

...

The sun was going down when the knock came on the door. Alice was in the kitchen, cooking dinner. She was topless, her boobs still too sore to put on even a bra. Should she throw something on before answering, she thought? Then she grinned. What did she have to be ashamed of? She had the best boobs in town, why not flaunt them for the visitor?

She approached the door and threw it open mid knock, pressing her bust proudly out with a self satisfied smirk. That look vanished instantly as she saw Violet standing before her, hand raised for another knock. Past and present champions stared at one another without a word, both too surprised to react.

Violet recovered first. "Thanks for the offer, Alice, but I'm not looking for a punching bag right now. Is Carol home?"

A few minutes later, Violet and Alice were sitting across from one another in the living room, exchanging death glares. Alice had pulled a loose tshirt over her bruised chest. Carol sat between the two titans, sipping a glass of red wine.

"Do you want some, Violet?" She asked, holding out the bottle.

Violet, to be polite, accepted the glass. She took a small sip and gagged at the strong flavor. Alice chuckled as she took a gulp of her own glass. Carol drained her cup and began pouring another.

"I'm curious, Violet. Why didn't your mother teach you about titfighting?"

"My mom wears an A cup," Violet explained, "and I wore a B until about a year ago. Neither of us ever really had much chance to get experience." She shifted in her chair. "Not to be blunt, but why are you helping me? I humiliated you and your daughter."

"Fuck you, you want a rematch?" Alice started to rise but Carol cut her off with a sharp gesture. The housewife turned back to the teenage champ with a smile.

"You just graduated this spring, right? Are you going to college?"

"I'm taking a gap year first. I've got an internship lined up with a law firm in Norton to earn some money, then college next year."

"You had best watch your back, those Norton snobs would just love to take down a Rockwell girl, especially the champion. And you are a Rockwell girl, Violet, which is why I want to train you. I love this town. I've lived here my whole life, but I traveled quite a bit in my youth, and I learned that the world is full of powerful women. You'll meet plenty of them at college. You may have the best tits in this small town, but how about outside it? I want to make sure that you know how to fight, so that when you do meet someone else with better tits, you'll be able to show her why Rockwell is number one."

Carol stood up and stretched, slowly peeling off her top. "Alright, whenever you're ready, let's get started." Violet rose from her chair and matched Carol's motions.

The sounds of meaty smacks and grunts could be heard even from outside.

[Augur]

Amazing! The interactions between Polly and Alice were absolutely flawless, as was the conclusion and their newfound, even deeper relationship and mutual respect. Diane may be out (at least for now), but the other two friends have grown closer than ever. Friendship truly is magic! 

My only gripe is the fact Alice faced Polly's highly potent boobs with a substantially weakened, still far from 100% rack. That setting certainly provided a good and natural way to get Polly riled up, turning their match into a very competitive bout (instead of a friendly tussle, as would've normally been the case, no doubt), but I would've expected Polly to be the almost certain victor under those circumstances. She even got only a very brief, fleeting moment to flex her "stealth power" and dense inner core...

On the upside, I guess this does underline just how incredibly powerful Alice's bronzed orbs are, now that she's fully mentally recovered, and back in the goddess-mode. If she can flatten breasts as tough and dangerous as Polly's with a battle-damaged pair of her own, it looks like Alice has a real shot at regaining the crown at some point in the not-too-distant future. Violet, Diane, Kay and the Norton girls better watch out! And the redheaded teacher? Even if she did decide to ultimately ignore Polly's blackmail, and went on to challenge Alice to a rematch, it now appears highly likely that she'd get her massive pale mammaries pummeled into submission once more by Alice's well-tanned super-juggs! 

Seeing Violet at Carol's was a great way to end the episode. I do hope the lean brunette teenager will be able to defend Rockwell's honor successfully, both against Kay the out-of-towner, and against the hated usurpers of Norton! Violet already had extremely firm, ultra-high quality boobs that were prodigious enough to propel her to become the tit champion on their own, and now that she actually gets a bit of first-class training on how to best use them for maximum effect, she ought to become just about unbeatable... 

Superb work, as usual!

[Kerfuffling]

My only gripe is the fact Alice faced Polly's highly potent boobs with a substantially weakened, still far from 100% rack. That setting certainly provided a good and natural way to get Polly riled up, turning their match into a very competitive bout (instead of a friendly tussle, as would've normally been the case, no doubt), but I would've expected Polly to be the almost certain victor under those circumstances. She even got only a very brief, fleeting moment to flex her "stealth power" and dense inner core...

Alas, poor Polly. So close, but still no cigar. 

She did manage to get Alice down to probably 1%, as bronze jugs began to melt around milky white ones. Just one more good hit, or an extended grind, and it would have been Polly claiming Alice's bikini for her collection.

But at the end of the day, there's a reason Alice is the goddess. 

[Augur]

My only gripe is the fact Alice faced Polly's highly potent boobs with a substantially weakened, still far from 100% rack. That setting certainly provided a good and natural way to get Polly riled up, turning their match into a very competitive bout (instead of a friendly tussle, as would've normally been the case, no doubt), but I would've expected Polly to be the almost certain victor under those circumstances. She even got only a very brief, fleeting moment to flex her "stealth power" and dense inner core...

Alas, poor Polly. So close, but still no cigar. 

She did manage to get Alice down to probably 1%, as bronze jugs began to melt around milky white ones. Just one more good hit, or an extended grind, and it would have been Polly claiming Alice's bikini for her collection.

But at the end of the day, there's a reason Alice is the goddess. 

Indeed! No issues with the ultimate outcome, just a shame Polly didn't get to face Alice's legendary bronze globes at their full, undepleted power. Based on her performance against the top-heavy teacher, I reckon she would've given Alice a proper workout even then. Oh well, there'll always be time for another match later down the road... 

Btw, will we be getting any more glimpses into the life of Ruth, everyone's favourite Christian hypocrite housewife? Next to Min, she's the most hilariously over-the-top character in the lineup, and I'd be very interested to see her taming some arrogant teen girls' best assets, to said teenagers' utter disbelief, no doubt. 

[Drake8]

With every episode, I get more and more hooked on this incredible series.
I'm loving Alice's character development: while in the first episode we saw her arrogant and domineering side, in later episodes,and especially in this one, we see that she's also affectionate and loyal to her friends. In a hierarchy based purely on looks and status, where true friendship doesn't exist, only temporary alliances, Alice and Polly show that it isn't always like that. It's probably because when you're the queen bee and have that unbeatable physique (I picture Alice as a tanned Sydney Sweeney) and you experience the hatred and envy of so many girls (the best example was that brutal scene where Alice was crying in humiliation as those girls in the front row poured their drinks over her head), you have no choice but to fight back with  overwhelming ego and confidence.
Violet (my other favorite character. I picture her as Paris Dylan or Paris Roxanne with shining red highlights, tanned by the poolside sun, with that amazing body and perfect, perky 34Ds), at just 18 years old, she still doesn't know how hard it is to be the most envied. She is very brave but inexperienced, so after seeing the enemies that start to appear with her new status, she did the best thing she could: ask Carol for help. 

[Kerfuffling]

Btw, will we be getting any more glimpses into the life of Ruth, everyone's favourite Christian hypocrite housewife? Next to Min, she's the most hilariously over-the-top character in the lineup, and I'd be very interested to see her taming some arrogant teen girls' best assets, to said teenagers' utter disbelief, no doubt. 

Ruth will most likely be making a reappearance at some point, albeit not for a while. I'd originally written her as a filler character, but over the course of plotting out the next couple chapters, new characters have started to pop up who would make very entertaining opponents for Ruth's good Christian tits.

I will confess, I have been hesitant to use her again due to my dislike of how I wrote her action scenes. I am sure it will surprise nobody when I say that I am a fan of professional wrestling. I base a lot of my judgements about building rivalries and choreographing fights on my studies of WWE and AEW. When I wrote Part 3 of STBT, I was experimenting with leaning into that more heavily by giving different fighters signature moves and techniques, hence Ruth's "Butterfly Bash." I wrote jt, thought to myself, "this is great," posted it, reread it a few days later while trying to brainstorm future story directions and thought, "wow this is dumb." Then I came up with a new character, thought "Ruth would be a perfect rival for her!" And then was like, "fuck, I have to write the butterfly bash again."

In conclusion, Ruth is too good to waste, but her future fights will look very different from her first. She'll probably end up looking more like Carol or Diane, with sneaky tricks and tactics to get an edge over superior opponents, but without an Oklahoman in a black hat shouting "BAW GOD! HER TITS ARE BROKEN IN HALF!"

[Kerfuffling]

With every episode, I get more and more hooked on this incredible series.
I'm loving Alice's character development: while in the first episode we saw her arrogant and domineering side, in later episodes,and especially in this one, we see that she's also affectionate and loyal to her friends. In a hierarchy based purely on looks and status, where true friendship doesn't exist, only temporary alliances, Alice and Polly show that it isn't always like that. It's probably because when you're the queen bee and have that unbeatable physique (I picture Alice as a tanned Sydney Sweeney) and you experience the hatred and envy of so many girls (the best example was that brutal scene where Alice was crying in humiliation as those girls in the front row poured their drinks over her head), you have no choice but to fight back with  overwhelming ego and confidence.
Violet (my other favorite character. I picture her as Paris Dylan or Paris Roxanne with shining red highlights, tanned by the poolside sun, with that amazing body and perfect, perky 34Ds), at just 18 years old, she still doesn't know how hard it is to be the most envied. She is very brave but inexperienced, so after seeing the enemies that start to appear with her new status, she did the best thing she could: ask Carol for help. 

Glad to hear you're liking it!

[Augur]

Btw, will we be getting any more glimpses into the life of Ruth, everyone's favourite Christian hypocrite housewife? Next to Min, she's the most hilariously over-the-top character in the lineup, and I'd be very interested to see her taming some arrogant teen girls' best assets, to said teenagers' utter disbelief, no doubt. 

Ruth will most likely be making a reappearance at some point, albeit not for a while. I'd originally written her as a filler character, but over the course of plotting out the next couple chapters, new characters have started to pop up who would make very entertaining opponents for Ruth's good Christian tits.

I will confess, I have been hesitant to use her again due to my dislike of how I wrote her action scenes. I am sure it will surprise nobody when I say that I am a fan of professional wrestling. I base a lot of my judgements about building rivalries and choreographing fights on my studies of WWE and AEW. When I wrote Part 3 of STBT, I was experimenting with leaning into that more heavily by giving different fighters signature moves and techniques, hence Ruth's "Butterfly Bash." I wrote jt, thought to myself, "this is great," posted it, reread it a few days later while trying to brainstorm future story directions and thought, "wow this is dumb." Then I came up with a new character, thought "Ruth would be a perfect rival for her!" And then was like, "fuck, I have to write the butterfly bash again."

In conclusion, Ruth is too good to waste, but her future fights will look very different from her first. She'll probably end up looking more like Carol or Diane, with sneaky tricks and tactics to get an edge over superior opponents, but without an Oklahoman in a black hat shouting "BAW GOD! HER TITS ARE BROKEN IN HALF!"

Haha, I can definitely see the influence now! Regarding the action scenes, it's easy to appreciate your original pickle. You needed to emphasize Violet's very limited technical expertise, and the substantial tactical disadvantage that caused in her match with Ruth. Against someone with tits as insanely firm and powerful as Violet's, Ruth instantly resorting to sneaky tricks makes perfect sense. An experienced fighter like her (or Carol) would know better than to try to simply 'out-boob' her teen rival's perfect young tits, and would instead lean on superior tactics to close the 'bust gap' in order to level the playing field.

Still, based on your description of Ruth's own pair (or Carol's mighty mature mammaries, for that matter), I could see the older woman giving quite a few girls with less-than-epic racks plenty of trouble even without relying on anything too cheesy. And at least to me, personally, a "fair" and honest-to-goodness old school titfight between a chunky housewife and a busty teenager, with little or no "cheating" to complain about, is far more appealing than a match with prominent use of butterfly techniques or other fancy tricks. Regardless of the ultimate result, it's always extremely hot to see a hot, well-endowed young girl be forced to come face-to-face with the realization that some old broad actually has tits that can rival her own, precious teen dreams.

I thought Carol's recent match against Violet maintained a good balance between recognizing the realities (of Violet having the objectively denser and superior set), and allowing the much more experienced mature blonde to utilize her considerable skill and expertise to pummel their racks into equality. Of course, against a girl whose tits aren't of quite as high a caliber as Violet's, a seasoned fighter like Ruth, Carol or Pepper would need far less initial "equalizing", and the match could be a more straight-forward test of boob-power and quality (rather than skill and technique) perhaps right from the get-go.

Really glad to hear that Ruth has not been fully relegated to benchwarmer status! Now, I'll just have to keep my fingers crossed that Phoebe's mom Pepper will get to show off her large, well-ripened vintage melons at some point as well...   

[Gradius]

Will admit, I was rooting for Polly. Would've been an interesting curve for the two former nice girls to end up being the ones to need to settle up on who undefeated.

And the end there with Carol agreeing to help train Violet for when she left town...oof. You have to imagine that just cuts into Alice's pride even further since she wants a rematch...and her mom is basically teaching her rival tricks she might use to beat her.

And one small, smidge of critique. Don't get too stuck on repetition of how you do your fights. As another writer of strictly titfights I'm aware of how difficult it can be to write out such a fight and keep it interesting. However, when you fall into a pattern you're pretty much telling your readers how a fight'll end as much as if you were writing a domination fight.

What I mean is that I think every one of your fights has always turned into a come from behind, sudden victory. Which kind of makes sense with your admission of being a fan of wrestling.

[Kerfuffling]

What I mean is that I think every one of your fights has always turned into a come from behind, sudden victory. Which kind of makes sense with your admission of being a fan of wrestling.

Oh come on, I don't do it that much, just look at-

No, that one fits the pattern, but how about... nope, same formula

Aha!...never mind

... screw it, next one's gonna be a Dusty finish

[Athena Nova]

Can't wait for The Bloodline to show up. Wonder who's sitting at the Head of the Table

[Athena Nova]