Small Town, Big Tits

[Kerfuffling]

A war council had gathered in Sal's Soda Shop. Three young women, each in her early twenties, sat around a circular table in the center of the room. They were the type of women eyes instinctively swiveled towards.
   "There's no way she's allowed to wear it on duty. She has to be sleeping with the manager, right?" Diane was tall and slender, with platinum blonde hair brushing down her lightly tanned back. She had a swimmer's muscularity, supple and elongated, with the face of a Disney princess. Her gray eyes were narrowed in anger, a faint wrinkle on her nose and a crevice in her brow, worn into place by constant scowling.
   "Also, why would she dye her hair red? Her name is Violet, right? Wouldn't you dye it purple?" Polly was shorter and curvier than Diane, with a paler shade of skin. She wore her dark brown hair in high pigtails and had a habit of bouncing around as she spoke, highlighting the jiggly nature of certain parts of her anatomy.
   "Girls, please. Focus." Alice held up her hand. Tall and athletic, her honey blonde hair and bronze skin had been blessed by the California sun where she went to school. She sat upright with the bearing of a queen who knew her power, for after all, this was a woman who had been queen everywhere she went. High school valedictorian, captain of the varsity soccer team, prom queen; Alice conquered every field she entered.
   Polly and Diane fell quiet and turned to Alice. "We all agree she's a problem. The question now is, how are we going to deal with her?"
   Alice, Diane and Polly had attended Rockwell High School in the same class. When they had walked those halls, they had ruled those halls. The three hottest, coolest girls in town, they sat like goddesses above the mortals, laughing down from their mountain above.
   All three were in college now, but they still returned to Rockwell every summer to reunite and strut their stuff. And every year without fail, the local girls had been forced to make way for the return of the queens. But this year was different. This year, little Violet was all grown up.
   Violet had been a freshman when the three girls graduated. They all still had the yearbook with the photo of her, smothered in pimples, braces and teenage insecurity. If Newton's third law of motion had a biological parallel, Violet was living proof, because as hard as puberty had hit her, she had bounced back and then some. She was now tall and curvaceous, her body strengthened from field hockey. She had a rich head of earthy brown hair which she kept streaked with red highlights. And on top of all that, the piece de resistance, her chest looked like something ripped from a cheap fantasy paperback cover.
   She was working that summer as a lifeguard at the local pool, a fact Alice, Diane and Polly had discovered when they went to bask. They were shocked when they realized that nobody was looking at them. All eyes were focused on the lifeguard in the high chair, wearing a tight red bikini, her whistle draped daintily in the gap between her tits. It was definitely against the dress code, but nobody seemed to be in a rush to correct her.
   The three girls knew that they were hotter than her, but how could they compete with her position? She was visible no matter where in the pool you went. They were like distant stars compared to the burning proximity of her sun. If they had been reasonable girls, they would have found a new spot to hang out. They were not reasonable, which is why they were now discussing which of them would crush Violet in a titfight.
   "We all know my tits are the firmest," Diane insisted, cupping her pair and jiggling them for emphasis. The sizable set barely wobbled, coming to a rest high on her chest.
   Alice shook her head. "Yours are too small, Diane. You barely fill a C cup. Mine are the real deal." She gestured to her double d chest. While it hung lower than Diane's, it still carried a hint of impressive firmness.
   Gray eyes narrowed as Diane locked eyes with Alice. "You know," she said slowly, her tongue now tipped with ice, "we never did figure out which of us was better." Sparks of an old feud, never fully settled, began to kindle back to life.
   As always, Polly jumped in to play peacemaker. "I vote for Alice. Because, you know, her name is at the beginning of the alphabet, and Violet's is at the end, am I right?" She laughed nervously, hoping that her compromise would be accepted and their friendship could continue. Diane and Alice glared at one another, then nodded.
   "It's settled, then. Tomorrow, we take her down."

Temperatures climbed into the low nineties the next day, driving hordes of desperate sweat soaked denizens to the cool comfort of the pool. Two suns sat in the sky above them. One was a ball of flame that would burn your eyes if you looked at it, the other was Violet. Everyone was looking at Violet.
Her skin was shining with a sheen of sweat. The red streaks in her hair were freshly dyed, occasionally catching a ray of light and seeming to flash. Men stared at her in lust. Women stared at her in jealousy. Birds stared at her with the vacant stare birds use for everything inedible. And by the entrance of the pool, Alice, Polly and Diane stared at her with violent intent.
   Polly wore a tight purple one piece with a bright yellow sunhat, the brim flopping down to cover her eyes every few seconds. Diane wore a shimmering white bikini top with a loosely wrapped towel around her waist. Alice had chosen the color blue, the opposite of her nemesis. Her string bikini strained beneath her heavy breasts, which tingled with an electric energy as she anticipated the upcoming fight. She remembered the sensation of a hundred sets breaking before her, and every time carried the same thrill. Her eyebrows narrowed at little Violet.
   I remember when you were just some loser, begging to sit at our table. Now you think you can steal my town, my throne?
   Time to show you who's the real queen, bitch.
   Alice approached the lifeguard chair, flanked by Polly and Diane. They cut across the pool deck like three shooting stars, attracting the occasional awed glance but not enough to satisfy the vain women. They came to a stop behind Violet. Alice hated that she had to look up at her enemy, instead of looking down. She set a hand on her hip and filled her voice with all the venom of a black widow spider.
   "Well well well, look who's all grown up. Little Violet finally got her braces off. And look at that hair! Those highlights almost let you forget it's the color of mud." Diane and Polly gave practiced giggles.
   Violet's only visible reaction was to brush a strand of hair back from her ear, as though waving away a noisy fly. "No talking while I'm on duty," she said, her voice as flat as day old soda. Her words stung Alice like a thorn to the heart. How dare this interloper ignore her!
   "You think you can sit up there and show off your tits like some damn two dollar stripper?" Alice hissed. "You think you're such hot shit, why don't you come down here and find out what a real woman is made of?"
   Violet was silent for just long enough that Alice was starting to think she was being ignored again, but then the lifeguard spoke. "My shift ends in twenty minutes. If you still want to drop a cup size, come meet me in the changing room."
   Heat rose to Alice's face. She was in charge here, she was the one who was supposed to decide the time and place! But short of climbing up there and dragging Violet down by her hair, there was no other way to get her fight. She spun on her heel and stormed off towards the changing room to get ready, Polly and Diane following their war leader.
   Up on her chair, Violet fought down a smile, failed, and split her mouth open in a cheek to cheek grin. Her plan had finally paid off.

[NexusBoston]

Amazing start ! Can't wait for next chapter !

[YuriLesboLover]

Interesting so far

[HumanPerson]

Well, this certainly appears to be a kerfuffle worthy of a resolution.

[orangemoose]

I look forward to Violet getting revenge on each of them.

[Kerfuffling]

The two women studied one another as they faced off in the locker room. Both of them had shed their bikini tops, casting them aside almost as soon as they walked in. Alice's tits had barely wiggled as she shook them loose, the heavy pair falling down against her chest. They hung down now like two coconuts, their full round edges jutting out proudly.
Violet's chest was perhaps a cup size smaller, but had less sag. Additionally, her tits actually curved up slightly at the tips, making them appear even larger than they truly were, and giving them a menacing, pointy shape.
   Contrary to her earlier silence, Violet now chattered at top speed, the words almost piling up in her mouth and coming out in bursts. "God, I can't believe I finally get the chance to crush you. I mean, your tits are a legend in this town. Did you know Mrs. Davids, you know, the librarian, still has to wear a special supportive bra after what you did to her? And that video of you and Rachel, back when she was still head cheerleader? People are still passing that around today. But all of that was years ago, Alice. There's a new queen in town now, and it's time for your flabby old balloons to move over. I can practically feel those things-"
   Alice cut off the conversation with a sudden lunge forwards, lifting her shoulders and bringing her full weight crashing downwards into Violet in one fluid motion. Violet yelped as the giant, heavy tits plowed into her own unprepared set, rolling over them with the force of a bulldozer. She didn't even have time to brace her legs, which flew out from under her, sending her ass first onto the concrete floor.
   Violet gaped up in shock as Alice smirked and wiggled her shoulders, causing her boobs to jiggle around. "Looks like we know what those tits are made of," she giggled. "Nothing but hot air." Violet growled and scurried back to her feet, embarrassed by the quick takedown and wanting to punish the arrogant blonde.
   The brunette lunged forwards, ramming her firm chest straight into the rival pair. There was a meaty smack as youthful flesh collided, and both women groaned, but Alice grit her teeth and flexed her chest, forcing her tits to swell outwards and push her rival backwards. As Violet adjusted her footing, Alice suddenly stepped back and swung from the right side, sending her tits crashing into the smaller pair.
   Violet spun with the blow, but recovered fast, dipping down low and swinging upwards, trying to attack the more sensitive underside of her enemy. Alice nimbly danced backwards, their nipples just barely brushing as Violet's set swung wildly upwards, then swung from the right again. Violet grunted as Alice struck the same sensitive spot. The brunette's boobs, already in motion from her missed strike, went bouncing across her chest, slapping into one another as they did.
   Alice mimed a yawn. "And here I thought crushing you was going to be fun. Seriously, my cousin has better tits than you, and she's twelve."
   Violet felt a sting as her eyes teared up. This was not how things were supposed to go. She had spent all that time arranging this fight, forcing Alice to approach her, and now she couldn't even land one good hit.
   "Maybe you should get some practice with people closer to your level. I hear the grandmas at the retirement community are pretty feisty."
   Violet charged, but yet again, it was bait by Alice to draw her into a trap. As the two nubile women collided, Alice stood up on her toes and dropped down, placing her heavy tits firmly on top. Then she wrapped her arms around Violet's shoulders and began to squeeze, pressing downwards onto the younger brunette. Violet moaned as she was forced to carry the heavy weight of both sets, her chest straining against the weight. Desperately, she wrapped her own arms around Alice's waist and began to wriggle, shimmying her tits upwards. Alice grunted and tried to keep her dominant position, but Violet slipped her tits up until they were level with her opponent.
   "Now for the fun part," Violet hissed, and drove straight forwards. Alice gasped as the firm, youthful pair stabbed into her own set. She looked down to see her tits actually giving up space before pushing back. The blonde was forced, for the first time, to fully reckon with the density of the opposing tits.
   "That's right, princess," Violet purred. "You may be bigger, but no girl has boobs as firm as mine!" She punctuated this last remark with another thrust, her boobs sinking even deeper into her opponent's softer bronze flesh.
   Alice suddenly found herself in a dangerous predicament. It was clear to her now that the younger boobs held a slight, very slight, edge in firmness. If the grinding match continued, it would only be a matter of time before Violet's chest pierced hers and caused some serious damage. She had to separate, bring the match back to a slugfest, where her size would let her wear Violet down before going in for the kill. She tried to shove Violet away, but the younger girl was clearly thinking the same thing and wrapped her arms even tighter.
   "Where are you going? The party's just getting started." Now it was Violet's turn to laugh, part relief, part satisfaction. Alice grit her teeth and pushed. The blonde's body was sculpted muscle, especially her legs, built up by hundreds of squat thrusts. Violet began to slip backwards as the larger girl took control.
   "Let me show you one of my favorite moves," Violet grunted as she strained against Alice. She suddenly jumped up, wrapping her legs tight around Alice's waist and raising her arms to the other girl's shoulders. The effect was that Violet was wrapped around Alice like a python, squeezing the breath from her lungs and the firmness from her boobs. "Time to take this match to the floor," Violet called out, "yee haw!"
   But Alice did not fall. Miraculously, the blonde girl held her rival up, her powerful legs trembling but still holding firm beneath the weight. Alice knew that if she fell backwards, the match would be over. But forwards? Forwards was another story.
   In front of her, Alice could see one of the toilet stalls. She growled and charged, letting the weight of Violet pull them both forwards. Violet twisted her head to see where they were going.
   "What are you- hey, hey stop you crazy bitch!"
   CRASH!
   Outside, Polly and Diane jumped at the sound. Polly moved to go inside, but Diane caught her shoulder and held her back. "No interfering. Remember, Alice is the one that asked for this fight. Whatever happens is on her."
   "But what if she's hurt?" Polly asked with concern. Diane said nothing, but thought to herself that if Alice was hurt, it would be a good thing.
   It would make her that much easier to beat later.

   Inside, Violet and Alice lay sprawled on a collapsed bathroom door. Both girls were breathing heavily, both from their fight and the impact. The cheap plastic hinges had buckled easily, but the blow had still knocked both their wind out.
   Alice rolled off to the right, Violet to the left. As they rose to shaky feet, Alice saw that Violet's tits, despite the punishment she had dished out so far, remained relatively firm. Violet noticed her look of disbelief and smirked.
   "That's right, get a good look at the future. My tits are younger and stronger than yours, but everyone still talks about you like some kind of immortal goddess. No matter how many girls I flatten, everyone will always compare me to you. It's why I took this job, and why I keep wearing my bikini. I knew you couldn't stand to see me up there, and I knew you would approach me first. I couldn't be the one to start the fight, you understand? If I did, I would just be yet another challenger for the legendary Alice. But this way, everybody saw you come up to me. I made YOU ask ME for a fight, and the next thing everyone is going to see is me walking out that door with your bikini top in my hand. And then everyone will know that I beat you, and the only thing anyone will remember about you is that Violet crushed you at the pool one summer."
   Alice growled. "You cocky little bitch, you think you're all that? I'm gonna wipe my ass with your stupid little bikini after I crush those mosquito bites you call tits." She stormed forwards, but this time it was Violet who had goaded her enemy into a trap.
   Waiting until Alice was midstride, Violet lunged forwards, slamming into her head on. A shockwave rippled backwards across Alice's boobs as she recoiled, her foot coming down hard. Before the blonde could recover Violet swung forwards again, another full frontal slam. Alice actually whimpered this time as she felt the younger girl's nipples stab into her, burrowing uncomfortably deep before her own firm tits pushed backwards. Violet grabbed Alice by the shoulders and began to work her over, left and right, making almost scooping motions as she wore down the blonde's bronze beachballs.
   Two muscular arms shot up and out, Alice breaking Violet's hold and counter ramming. Violet moaned as the impossibly heavy tits of her rival strained against hers, threatening to engulf them. But the brunette was far from finished, and she pushed back just as hard, digging her toes into the floor beneath her and pushing. The two women leaned against one another, only their tits in contact, glaring with eyes that increasingly betrayed fear. Fear that here, perhaps, was the first woman who could truly call herself better.
   Alice felt this fear more keenly. Violet had made the stakes clear. Everyone was watching. If Violet lost, nobody would bat an eye, because what else could be expected if you fought Alice? But if Alice lost, she would be ruined. Her immortal image, her divinity, would be gone forever.
   She had to win.
   Violet felt her legs trembling beneath her. Her opponent was bigger, stronger, more experienced. Her tits were screaming, but she refused to be the first to back off. She could still remember the mocking laughs, the pitying stares which she had suffered before her development. All she had to do was win this fight, and nobody would look at her that way again. She would be the queen, no, the goddess. For one brief moment, she could practically see the glow of the future.
   In that moment, Alice made her move. The blonde threw her full weight forwards, driving Violet backwards faster than her legs could keep up, sending the young upstart sprawling on her ass for the second time in the fight. Alice herself overbalanced, just catching herself on her hands and knees so that she hung crouched above her rival, her globular tits hanging down. They had been rubbed to an ugly red through the relentless punishment, but their size and power still promised doom to young Violet.
   Scuttling forwards like a spider striking at a fly, Alice crawled forwards. Violet frantically slid backwards, her bikini being pulled down her legs from sliding across the floor. They crossed the floor into the shower area like this, Alice hungry for the kill, Violet desperate to escape.
   The wall stopped Violet short, her shoulder blades thudding against the unyielding brick. She let out a yelp of surprise as Alice loomed large. Alice rammed into her, driving her boobs into Violet's trapped set.
   Violet started to sob as she felt herself be crushed, quite literally, between a rock and a hard place. Her hands began to swing wildly, desperately slapping at Alice's back, her hair, trying to force her off. One of her trailing hands caught the handle for the shower on the back swing, and thinking quickly, Violet twisted.
   Alice shrieked as a jet of freezing water suddenly struck her from above. She recoiled backwards instinctively, holding up her hands to shield her eyes from the spray.
   Violet scrambled to her feet, gasping with pain, her eyes narrowed. Payback time. She was so excited to destroy her enemy that she forgot her bikini had fallen down around her feet, and as she moved forwards, her feet got caught and she tripped forwards. Instead of the powerful slam she had been planning, she stumbled awkwardly into Alice, and had just enough time to line up their boobs before both girls fell to the ground.
   It was like someone had driven a railroad spike into Alice's heart. Violet's firmer, younger boobs stabbed straight to her core, drilling past her firm outer titmeat to the soft milky center. It made a SPLAT sound, like someone backing a pickup truck over a pudding cup.
   "FUCK!" Alice screamed, her cry echoing out of the enclosed locker room and to the pool area beyond, causing heads to turn and stare. Polly gasped in shock, while Diane grinned wickedly. The bitch was finally getting her comeuppance.
   Violet only had time for a brief feeling of elation before she felt two claws close on her red streaked hair. Miraculously, Alice was not out of the fight yet. As she locked eyes with Violet, the fire in her eyes seemed to suggest that the fight was yet far from finished.
   Violet squealed as Alice bodily flipped her over, the blonde's power coming into play yet again as she hurled her opponent away, sending Violet crashing to the wet floor. Alice rose to unsteady feet, rubbing at her tits as though trying to knead them back into shape.
   Another thunderclap as Violet flung herself against the blonde once more, adrenaline giving wings to her feet. Alice was driven backwards as Violet rammed again and again, driving her chest forwards. Alice managed to avoid the brunt of the blows, but just as Violet before her, she felt the wall behind her moments before the final blow fell.
   Violet drove her tits forward with all the strength of a tidal wave, relentless and powerful. Her proud young boobs pressed against Alice's bronze orbs, squeezing out at the sides from the resistance, then suddenly piercing forwards as they broke through, sending waves of titflesh spilling out in every direction.
   Alice cried openly now, her hands desperately shoving at Violet in an effort to relieve the pain. Violet did not let up, pushing harder and harder until Alice's hands fell to her sides and she could do nothing but sob.
   "No, no, no - you bitch! I'm gonna crush you, I'm gonna - please, Violet, please, no more, no... ah, uh, I, I give up. I GIVE UP!"
   With those words, Violet finally pulled back. Her boobs drooped down, their firmness almost fully beaten out of them, but practically rocks compared to Alice's mangled mammaries. The once dominant tits had turned an ugly shade of purple, and were already beginning to swell up. Alice crumpled down to a sitting position against the wall, hunched forwards as though the weight of her crushed chest was too much to hold up any longer. Her blonde hair, now soaking wet, hung in strands around her tear streaked face, her shoulders occasionally shaking from sobs.
   Violet could not move, she had to lean against the wall or she was going to collapse. She wanted to say something to mark the moment. She wanted to rub it in Alice's face, to remind her of all those times they had passed in the hall, all the times Alice had looked down on her. But the sniveling wreck beneath her was so far removed from the proud, powerful woman she had once worshipped, she could barely reconcile the two in her mind.
   Finally, Violet simply stepped backwards, and began to dress. Alice did not react as she pulled her bottoms back up, tied her top around her chest, wincing as the fabric rubbed her raw skin. The blonde did not even look up as Violet picked up Alice's bikini, the spoils of war, and held it up before her.
   "This is mine now," Violet said simply. Then she gestured about, as though to point at the entire surrounding town. "All of this is mine." And she walked back out into the sunshine.
   Polly and Diane stared in shock as Violet limped out, carrying their friend's bikini. "She was good," Violet said. "But I was better." And the brunette teenager made her way back towards the lifeguard chair, as the whole town watched, knowing the significance of the bikini she now clutched.
   Polly and Diane rushed into the locker room, Polly kneeling beside the sobbing Alice, Diane staring down at her. Alice pressed her face against Polly's shoulder and began to cry.
   "It wasn't fair," she sniffled. "She used the shower to blind me. She cheated. It wasn't fair."
   "All's fair in love and war," Diane said coldly. Alice glared up at her friend, but recoiled in fear at the sight of Diane's firm, unblemished tits, sticking out firm and proud. Alice realized that in Diane's eyes, this cemented her as the new alpha of the group. She was now the only one who had never been beaten, and someday, maybe soon, she would come for Alice.
   And for the first time, Alice really did not know if she would win or lose.
   Polly wrapped her in a towel, Diane reluctantly helping to conceal her as they slowly made their way out of the pool. Everyone watched them go, the formerly invincible goddess now just plain old Alice. Above them all sat Violet, the new unbeatable final boss in town.
   At least, until someone beat her.

[Augur]

Excellent stuff - right down to laying the groundwork for future matches between Alice and Diane, and Violet and her upcoming challengers! (Might we also get to see the less-overly cocky Polly bare her set at some point?) The freshly crowned teenager may not fully appreciate it just yet, but by taking the throne from the previous tit-queen, she also painted a big target on her back... 

I enjoyed both the build-up and the titfight action very much, no doubt helped by the clear differences in breast size, shape and firmness between the characters. I do love variety, and so have to express my special thanks and appreciation for including so much juicy variation in this story.

Alice was also able to flex her advantage in muscle mass (not to mention boob-mass, of course, lol!) and experience on several occasions, but clearly Violet's lead in sheer boob quality and tissue density was simply too much for the blonde to overcome, superior skill and athleticism be damned!

Really looking forward to see more stories set in this universe!



Edit; here's one scenario that at least I happen to find very interesting;

Diane manages to narrowly defeat (a still very much mentally shaken) Alice and takes the top dog position within their group after taming the blonde's big, round boobs in a grueling back-and-forth marathon bout. And instead of quickly avenging that loss and regaining the top spot, Alice then finds herself struggling just to maintain her (reduced) position as she desperately hangs on in a close match against (a more confident) Polly, trying avoid the embarrassment of being bumped down to the lowest rank in their posse. She wouldn't even need to lose that fight; just finding herself in that previously unthinkable situation, in danger of losing to the kind and curvaceous brunette, would be more than enough. Meantime, Diane might challenge the new 'boob goddess' Violet to a championship match which pits two very firm and perky sets of boobs against each other in a long and evenly-fought, pound & grind slog of a titfight. After all, it seems they are currently the only undefeated girls around.

Later on, Alice could well end up winning back her alpha position in the group, and maybe even manage to ultimately retake the title of the town's 'boob queen' (although, given how Violet bested her jugs despite the blonde's clear lead in experience and athleticism, that seems a bit unlikely). But simply having the busty blonde bombshell and former queen bee have to face an entirely new predicament of being 'just another girl with nice tits' would be extremely exciting. Anyway, that's just me thinking aloud! 

[Augur]