Here is part 3 of my series of titfight stories. I'm really sorry for the wait, but college has been very busy. 
For part 1, see here; for part 2, see here. I read all your comments and thank you for your input. I've always wanted to write about these two, so I hope you enjoy! If it looks short, don't worry; this is only half. I'm still unsure on how to end it, so if anyone has any ideas, let me know and I'll finish the story this week. 
Also, if any of my stats are incorrect (bra size, height, weight, age, etc), please correct me. Anyway, here it is!Christina HendricksBra Size: 32DDD
Weight: 73 kg
Height: 5'6"
Kat DenningsBra Size: 34DD
Weight: 64 kg
Height: 5'4"
It had been a week since her win against Katy Perry, and the redheaded actress had been spending each night wondering which girl would have the courage to challenge her undefeated record. She sat in her recliner, finishing the last few drops of a bottle of red wine. Strung over the back of her lounger were the two halves of Katy’s D-cup bra, which was destroyed following its fruitless attempt at containing Christina’s much larger DDD breasts. Christina’s current bra was feeling tight enough, so the “small” bra of Katy’s had no chance at holding in Christina’s bosom. She decided to keep it, to remind herself of her easy triumph over the pop star.
As she finished the last sip of her drink, she felt her phone vibrate on her lap. She looked down and saw a text, and her face lit up. Someone had finally challenged her to another titfight. She read the full message, and was surprised to find that Kat Dennings wanted to fight her. She relished the thought of an actual challenge, knowing Kat had defeated many women herself with the strength of her breasts. They would fight the next night, and Christina would take Kat’s bra for her collection.
The next night, the arena was full for the long-awaited match. The crowd roared as Christina stepped into the ring, flaunting her imposing cleavage in a tight black number. A zipper hung down the front of the outfit, which hugged her body’s every curve. As she waved to the audience, soaking in the attention she and her breasts were receiving, she heard them erupt even louder as Kat Dennings approached from the opposite side of the ring. She glared, watching as Dennings entered the ring in an even tighter white dress. Her cleavage was also on view, and even Christina had to admit that she was massive. The Thor actress was definitely much bigger than Katy, sporting a set of 34DD boobs that easily put most women to shame. Christina wasn’t scared, but she knew it wouldn’t be a walk in the park this time around, either. As the two girls approached each other in the centre of the ring, Kat was the first to speak.
“Could you have squeezed your overrated tits into a tighter dress, whore? If you’re trying to intimidate me, it’s not going to work, C. My boobies haven’t lost a fight, yet,” she said with a confident smirk, pushing her arms together which made her cleavage look even huger.
Christina tried to suppress a laugh. She also pushed her arms together, looking down at her breasts as her cleavage nearly popped out of her top. They almost touched her chin, which made Kat gulp audibly. Christina smiled.
“I can’t wait to flatten that rack of yours, dearie. Your bra will look great next to Katy’s, after I rip it in half with my girls.” Christina threatened.
“Ha, like you could!” Kat replied. She had watched how easily Katy’s bra submitted to Christina’s mighty bosom, but knew that Christina’s boobs wouldn’t be able to do the same to hers, no matter their size.
“We’ll see soon, won’t we?” Christina retained her confidence.
“You fat ass cow… I can’t wait to milk your flabby tits with my pair.” Kat leaned in closer, bumping the older actress with her own breasts, until the two buxom beauties were separated by the referee.
They returned to their corners, removing their clothes save for their bra and panties. Christina wore a black bra, showing the maximum amount of cleavage that seemed possible. Kat’s white bra was more modest, but still did a good job at showing off her globes. The ref went over the rules: no hair pulling, scratching, clawing, or kicking – the same as Christina’s last fight. After both women agreed, the fight was underway. Kat was the first to move forward, circling around Christina as she searched for an opening.
“All I want is a hug, darling,” Christina motioned with her arms outstretched, but Kat backed away before the redhead could grab her. She remembered when Christina hugged Katy, and was surprised that the singer’s boobs didn’t pop from the pressure of Christina’s superior breasts. She wasn’t going to lose that way.
“Just like your tits, that’s a fat chance.” Kat quipped, as Christina lowered her arms.
Immediately, Kat went in, slamming her massive tits into the redhead’s own pair. Christina cried out, watching her melons shake as she was knocked backwards into the ropes. Kat slammed her some more with her tits, sending Christina’s breasts flying with each successful hit. As Kat went for another blow, Christina thrust out her bigger chest, connecting with Kat’s pair and sending the black haired actress stumbling back. Christina clutched her reddened globes, surprised at the power of Kat’s pair. This was definitely going to be much harder than she thought.
After Kat recovered from her stumble, she approached Christina again. She pressed herself into the Mad Men actress, gripping Christina’s arms and pinning them to her sides as she pressed the redhead against the ropes. Their heaving breasts met, pushing against each other’s pair in a battle for supremacy. For the first few minutes, neither pair yielded to the other, as both were locked in an utter stalemate. Very few women could compete against Christina’s sheer size advantage, but Kat’s boobs held up impressively well.
“Getting tired yet, lamb?” Christina asked, struggling to escape Kat’s hold. The busty 28-year-old was sweating, but her grip remained like a vice. Christina hated to admit, but Kat’s boobs were beginning to take their toll on her own pair. They were heavy, and bigger than any other pair she had fought before. Still, she wasn’t worried. The little girl would give up soon enough.
“Oh, I’m just getting started. Why - your soft titties can’t handle my girls here?” Kat mocked, pressing in even harder. Christina gasped. For the first time in her life, she felt her massive boobs getting flattened against her chest, albeit very slowly. She couldn’t let this happen, especially not to a smaller and younger woman.
“You remember what I did to Katy, right?” Christina asked with a calm demeanor, a slight strain in her voice as she struggled not to be flattened any more. It was working, as Kat felt her breasts come to a halt as they once again fell into a stalemate, “If you don’t let me go, the same thing will happen to your weak ass titties. So, make your move.”
“My tits are weak? Why don’t you look down and say that again, bitch?” Kat replied.
Christina smirked, and breathed in deeply. Gathering her strength, she arched her back. Her chest threatened to break free from her straining black bra. The audience cheered, hoping that the garment would succumb to Christina’s powerful thrust. Kat’s eyes suddenly bulged, as she felt her breasts slowly losing the ground they had fought so hard to gain.
“Im-impossible. How…” Kat whispered, as she felt her breasts begin to burn with pain. She didn’t understand how someone’s tits could be so damn strong. Her huge melons were being crushed against her now by Christina’s even larger pair, as she struggled in vain to stop the redhead’s onslaught. She was forced to give up the hold, taking a few steps back and rubbing her sore breasts.
“I tried to warn you.” Christina merely said, smirking at her achievement. The crowd suddenly perked up, and began cheering wildly. Christina thought they were applauding her, until she noticed Kat gasp. Christina looked down in shock. In their epic struggle, Christina had thrust out her chest too much, ripping the straps off her bra and revealing both her nipples to the crowd. Kat stood staring, fixated on how the redhead’s naked breasts looked even larger without the bra concealing them. The size of her nipples even rivalled her own! They were simply enormous. Kat was always proud of her own pair, but the sight of a woman whose boobs were so much larger made Kat blush with envy. Is this how Katy felt?
“What’s wrong?” Christina asked, trying to regain her composure. She removed the bra, leaving her in just her pink panties. They cheered even louder, mostly the men but also some women. Christina’s breasts bounced as she walked toward Kat, who stood mesmerized by the show before her, “I thought you were proud of your “big” boobs, K? Guess you haven’t seen a real pair before.”
Christina stopped just short of Kat, bumping her heaving breasts into Kat’s pair still concealed in her white dress. Kat stared into the valley of cleavage before her, not even noticing as Christina’s arms reached for the top of her bra. The clip was on the front of the bra, which made what Christina was about to do a lot easier. In one fluid motion, her bra was also off. Before Kat knew what had happened, she watched as Christina twirled her own bra in her hands, before tossing it behind her. Kat pushed Christina away, in shock that she had just exposed her to the entire stadium.
“You bitch!” Kat cried, covering her chest with her arms. Her boobs were too big to be fully concealed, so the audience continued to cheer at the display.
“Well, come on. Let’s finish this,” Christina taunted, motioning Kat closer with her pinky, "unless you're not as proud of your rack as you say you are? Katy was the same way."
Kat’s face blushed as Christina stood - arms crossed - with a huge grin. Both girls pushed their tits up high on their chests. Kat replaced her embarrassment with anger as she stomped towards the buxom redhead. She was going to flatten this bitch if it killed her.
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Rest coming shortly!
