"Anyone brave enough to try their luck against these tits?"
A surprised silence fell over the audience when the glamour model's call for challengers was met by a rather plain and doughy-looking girl with a strong tan but less-than-toned figure. She strutted onto the stage with confidence, however, swaying her hips lazily and letting everyone feast their eyes on her young, curvaceous body. A wide grin was playing on her lips as she waved at the crowd, and she blew a kiss at some males seated in the front row, earning a few whistles from them.
"Seriously?" the model snorted, raising an eyebrow as she regarded her opponent with what looked like mild incredulity. "Little Miss Piggy here thinks she can take me on?"
Though perhaps not quite chubby, the newcomer's physique did admittely seem a tad pudgy next to the lean, visibly fit Page Three Girl.
"You've certainly got some gut, no doubt about that," the glamorous woman sniped with a catty smirk, her gaze locking onto her challenger's midsection. "And pretty impressive love-handles to boot."
A few chortles sounded from the crowd, and the girl's previously cheerful expression darkened noticeably.
"At least my boobs aren't saggy like yours."
Ooooh. That sure got everyone's attention. The glamour model narrowed her eyes, starting to untie her flimsy top.
"You must be as blind as you are dumb, Muffin-Top," she hissed, flinging the garment off and giving her best assets a quick jostle. "These perfect tits are way nicer and perkier than your flabby set could ever hope to be."
And they were a sight to behold, alright. Big, ample and quite firm-looking as well, a truly photogenic pair of full, all-natural breasts with a sexy teardrop shape. Ideal for her job. They weren't massive, but definitely more than a handful, and complemented her shapely body very well. Large, but not so large as to steal all the thunder. Just most of it.
The glamour model's reveal (and tantalizing bare breasts) received roaring approval, and it took a good while before the last yells and hollers from her vast fanbase of admirers finally started to quiet down. She laced her fingers above her head to provide some extra lift (not that her set really needed it) and offered her opponent a smug, condescending smile.
"Anything you'd like to say, Miss Piggy?"
"Yeah, as a matter of fact, there is..." the tanned girl drawled, her face betraying no nervousness or intimidation as she reached behind to unclasp her own bra.
"It's time those droopy hangers stepped aside and made way for fresh talent. You've got a decent-enough set of jugs I guess, but as you're about to see, mine are simply better. In every conceivable way."
Ignoring the other woman's scowl and flashing the crowd a cocky grin, she let her thick, meaty globes pop free with a delicious bounce. The girl tossed her bikini top into the audience and raised her arms high in the air as she invited everyone to take a good look, slowly turning around. Her bravado earned a loud cheer, which only grew more deafening as people were able to drink in the sight.
The blondie, while not particularly slim or taut, nor what you'd be likely to call a great beauty, did have one thing going for her. Or, well, two things, really.
She had a seriously impressive rack.
The glamour model's face fell slightly as she stared at the doughy girl, taking in her nude torso, and most importantly, those two large, tanned orbs. She glanced down at her own breasts, then back to the new girl's set, her gaze flickering back and forth between their busts as if trying to convince herself that she was just imagining things.
This chunky bitch could not actually have boobs that rivaled her own. There was just no way.
It was one thing that those plump, ugly teats seemed like they might be a tiny bit bigger than hers. Lots of women had her beat in size, after all. She didn't have the 'largest' set of breasts in town, she had the 'best'.
Much more disturbingly, she could not shake the thought that the shape of those flabby things appeared to be ever-so-slightly rounder, higher, as well. The difference was subtle, but that didn't make it any less embarrassing. This butterface had firmer-looking tits than she did.
It was inconceivable.
It was infuriating.
And completely, utterly intolerable.
She was going to pound those arrogant cow-udders to a fucking pulp.
As the commotion finally began to die down, the crowd's rambunctiousness enhanced by an unexpectedly worthy challenger, the two topless females took a few steps toward one another, facing off with their tits hovering mere inches apart.
"I hope you're ready to kiss those fat-sacks goodbye," the glamour model hissed, her face a mask of cool, indignant anger.
Now that their arms were down to their sides, her opponent's breasts didn't seem quite so firm and spherical, appearing to hang just a bit. But to her intense humiliation, her own pair still looked a hint less perky, featuring an almost-imperceptibly greater amount of visible sag. Almost, but not quite.
"Oh, if you thought me showing you up in front of all your adoring fans was bad, think again," the tanned girl murmured, her grin (and words) suggesting she'd read the other woman's mind.
"My gorgeous big boobs are going to grind those weak, mushy pillows to paste. Right here on this stage, with everyone watching," she continued, her blazing gaze locked with the more modelesque woman's as her voice lowered into a whisper. "I will flatten your precious bitch-tits. And I'll enjoy every little whimper you make while doing it."
"Bring it then, fatty," the model snarled, practically seething now. "Those blubbery things aren't gonna last two minutes."
"Let's tussle."
