Small Town, Big Tits: Part 4

[Kerfuffling]

The Rockwell Public Library had once been the town's most popular institution. Those had been the days when it was the only public building with central air conditioning. Since then, most buildings had received AC, and most people had stopped reading, and the library had been mostly abandoned.

   Polly still enjoyed the library. She was, to put it mildly, a bookworm. Polly consumed books the way sulfuric acid consumes careless spies. She had already made her way through the entire stack of books she had brought with her from college, and had decided to make the pilgrimage to her old stomping grounds to get some new reading material.

   Well, the curvy brunette admitted to herself with a faint frown, there was another reason. Being in the library gave her an excuse to silence her phone, and therefore avoid the fiery drama that was her friend group.

   Since the fight in the backyard, Diane had been texting her nonstop, insisting that she had nothing to apologize for, that they all knew the rules of the game they played, and that she was done talking about it. Twenty minutes later, she would start talking about it again.

   And Alice... Polly rolled her eyes. Alice was like a whole different person. Polly had always loved her friend's spark, her competitive fire, but she had not seen any sign of it in a while. Alice kept stressing that she had only lost to Violet because of the trick with the shower, and that she had only lost to Diane because of the cheap shot ambush nature of their fight. She insisted that her boobs were still the best, that she was still the invincible goddess, all her whining making it sound like she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else.

   So you lost, Polly wanted to say. Get over it. While the brunette's plump, meaty rack was undoubtedly formidable, she had still suffered several humiliating defeats. Most vividly, she remembered her match against Holly, a tight titted gymnast champ who had mocked Polly's softer frame. Polly had been convinced that her juicy D cups would plow right over the jock's smaller Cs, but in the end it had been Polly laid out on her back, begging for mercy as Holly ground her ample jugs into oatmeal.

   She had gone home that night and cried, then woke up the next morning, looked at herself in the mirror, and smiled. She knew that despite what everyone else thought, she was one seriously bad bitch. She could take the occasional bump to her ego and bounce right back. Maybe it's a big girl thing, she thought. We're used to people looking down on us. Maybe girls like Diane and Alice are just so used to being the best, they can't handle ever being less than.

   As Polly thought of her boobs, and Alice's defeated boobs, she started to think about what Diane had said to her. Even your floppy boobs could probably beat her. The insult was certainly not welcome, but studying her chest, she could not suppress a naughty little thought.

   Could she beat Alice?

   Alice's boobs were great, sure, but Violet and Diane had shown that they were not invincible. Polly could picture it now, her big, proud boobs forcing Alice's bigger, harder boobs to submit to her. And after Alice, why not Diane, and even Violet? Wouldn't that be something? Polly, boob queen of Rockwell?

   "Polly? Is that you?"

   Polly popped out of her reverie to see a face from her past.

   "Mrs. Hempton?"

   Polly's old English teacher, Mrs. Jane Hempton, was a robust redhead, with broad hips and shoulders, and a torso that tapered just enough to form an hourglass shape without compromising the strength of the frame. Her bright red hair ran down her back in waves, and her green eyes sparkled as she smiled at her former student.

   Of course, the most prominent feature of Mrs. Hempton would always be her chest. She wore a low cut blouse which revealed the ample expanse of her freckly, double D mounds, which threatened to pop the top button with every breath.Those boobs were infamous around Rockwell for good reason.

   Mrs. Hempton had been a notoriously tough grader, but one specific group seemed to score consistently lower than everyone else. Any girl with boobs above a D cup, or those who showed a little too much cleavage in class, would find herself scoring consistently below seventy percent on every assignment. The extra credit she offered to improve your grade was fairly easy. Just stop by after class, and after a painful and humiliating few minutes, you would be free to leave. Your grades would go back up the very next day, although there were several girls whose boobs did not recover quite so quickly.

   Everyone had known that they were about to witness history when Mrs. Hempton handed back Alice's test, the red marker bleeding through the paper so that the whole class could see the D-.

   Polly and Diane had gone with their friend that day, along with several other classmates who just had to see how this ended. Polly could still remember the bruises on Alice afterwards, the way she and Diane had to carry their exhausted friend between them. She had won, of course, but everyone had seen the damage that the busty redheaded teacher had inflicted on their goddess.

   Nobody else had ever done what Alice did. And now, three years later, Polly was face to face with her in the library, with nobody else around.

   "Please, dear, call me Jane." The mature redhead flashed a grin, but it was the smile of a fox inviting a rabbit to dinner. "So how is college life?"

   Polly was scared. This was one confrontation she had never dreamed she would have to prepare for, one opponent that still haunted her nightmares. While she had escaped Jane's class without ever having to earn any "extra credit", the memory of the fear that had struck every time one of her papers was returned still woke her up some nights.

   "College is pretty good," Polly said slowly, looking left and right for an excuse to escape. "I'm studying English, actually."

   "Are you really? That's great, dear. Tell me, do you still hang out with your old friends?" Polly stiffened, realizing where Jane was going.

   "Yeah..."

   "I heard about Alice's little 'incident' at the pool. That was surprising enough, but when I heard that Diane was walking around bragging about taming those big bronze jugs, I just about choked on my coffee! Then I thought to myself, "I bet my poor old student could do with some... cheering up." Jane breathed in deep, the top button on her blouse looking like it was about to come flying out. "Maybe a nice fruit basket. A couple of big, juicy watermelons, doesn't that sound nice?"

   As she listened to this evil witch plot her friend's destruction, Polly felt something start to bubble up in her stomach. It was an unfamiliar emotion for the pleasant girl, something she had only felt perhaps two or three other times in her life.

   Sheer, absolute rage.

   "You leave my friend alone," she hissed at her old tormentor, the words escaping her mouth like steam coming out of a tea kettle. Jane stared at her in surprise, then chuckled.

   "Oh, Polly, do you really think you can stop me? You and I both know how that's going to end. Honestly, why do you think you did so well in my class? I never needed to test you like the other girls. Those soft, adorable little pillows would collapse on first contact."

   Polly leaned in close. "You gave me a B+ once."

   Jane leaned in closer. "Because that's what you are, Polly. You're nothing more than a B+ player. Now, are you going to step aside, or am I going to have to crush those adorable little boobs?"

   The narrowed brown eyes gave their answer. With a smirk, Jane gestured for her old student to follow the teacher, and the two women moved deeper into the library.

   When they reached the reference section, Jane walked halfway down one of the aisles, spun around and began to unbutton her blouse, her full, mature bosom spilling out over the top. Polly looked up and down the empty aisle with a little concern as she started peeling off her own shirt, her ample young tits slapping against her chest.

   "Are you sure nobody will see us?" She asked, a touch self conscious at the thought of some patron turning the corner and seeing two topless women wrestling with their boobs. Jane shrugged.

   "It's the reference section. Nobody visits the reference section. Well, maybe Mrs. Davis, but who cares about her? She still has to wear that special supportive bra." The mature redhead glared maliciously at the young brunette. "By the time we're done, you might have to get a matching one. Something to keep those soft, little girl tits from rubbing your belly button."

   "Dream on, you cow," Polly shot back as she peeled off her bra and cast it aside, sending her D cups jiggling against her chest. She cupped one in each hand and waved them towards Jane, demonstrating their impressive heft. "My awesome tits are going to knock those baby manatees off your chest and send you to an early retirement."
 
   Polly's words carried bravado, but as she compared the two sizable sets she felt a creeping concern. Jane's boobs were a full cup size bigger than her, probably even bigger than Alice, but they still looked firm. The pale, freckly flesh formed an ideal teardrop shape, big pink nipples sticking straight out like a vampire's fangs. In contrast, Polly's own respectable D cups hung low, although Polly knew from experience that this was a little misleading. While her boobs had a soft outer layer, their inner core was deceptively dense, and had allowed her to surprise many opponents in sudden grinding matches. Carol had once remarked that Polly's core may have been even denser than Alice's, closer perhaps to Diane's level.

   "Whenever you're ready," said Jane, giving a mock curtsy. Polly glared and stalked forwards. It was time to finally slay one of the demons of her past. Jane stepped forwards to meet her. Both women thrust their chests forwards, and the fight was on.

   Their first contact was a straight on ram, no style or trickery, just two women seeing who had the firmer tits. Polly grunted in surprise at the dense, meaty feeling of Jane's older, bigger boobs. She had known the redhead was firm, but damn! The smaller brunette boobs dented slightly inwards, until their firm core blocked the redhead's advance and held the line.

   Jane huffed in surprise. "Not as soft as you look," she remarked, "good. Let's find out how many licks to get to the center of this tootsie pop!"

   The mature redhead rammed forwards again, Polly thrusting her own chest in answer. The two massive racks dueled in between the women as they rammed again and again, each trying to drive the other backwards down the aisle. First Jane's boobs would start to force Polly's away, then the younger boobs would bounce back and slap against the pale freckled flesh, sending them spinning across the mature teacher's chest.

   Polly's rage drove her to swing harder and harder, but her teacher's boobs were just too big, and they soon started to take control. Polly found herself being pushed back more and more, her tits fighting valiantly just to hold their ground, until Jane suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders.

   "This has been fun, but I've got a rematch with a certain blonde bitch to prepare for."

   The buxom redhead started swinging back and forth, holding Polly in place as her big fleshy boobs started to slam into their younger opponents with increasing force. Polly moaned as she felt her tits shudder, the soft outer flesh yielding more and more as Jane drove towards the solid core.

   The curvy brunette managed to shove Jane's hands from her meaty shoulders, the flabby flesh on both women's arms flying as Polly lunged forwards, swinging her chest up in a powerful uppercut.

   Jane moaned, but grit her teeth and shoved back downwards, not only halting Polly's advance but partially caving in the tops of her tits. Polly whimpered as she felt her attack fail. Jane gave a half laugh, too out of breath to get a good chuckle.

   "You know, Polly, I think I was too kind earlier." She started to grind her tits downwards, trying to burrow into the younger, softer boobs from above, even as Polly's straining chest muscles struggled to hold up the weight of two massive racks. "You're more like a C tier."

   Even your floppy boobs. Diane's insult came back to Polly's ears, turning her despair into rage. She wrapped her arms around Jane's meaty waist and bodily threw the bigger woman into a nearby bookshelf. Jane gasped in shock as Polly fell on her, ramming her tits forwards again and again.

   "Who's got weak tits now, you fucking bovine!"

   Jane's grunts actually started to turn into sobs as Polly's big boobs hammered away at her set, the pale white flesh turning beet red under the vicious assault. She tried to push back, but Polly held her up against the shelf with her full body weight, making sure that her opponent could do nothing but suffer as she unleashed three years of pent up anger.

   Polly's rams became more and more violent, the blood pounding in her ears reaching such a furious tempo that she almost didn't hear the bookshelf rocking on its base. It wasn't until a copy of The Encyclopedia Britannica fell down next to her that she realized how dangerously close the shelf was to falling.

   Both women froze as the shelf tipped back and forth, threatening to let out a splintering CRASH and bring a crowd to witness their engagement. The shelf rocked back, forth, then back one more time, and finally settled. Polly and Jane both let out a breath of relief.

   WHAM!

   Polly cried out in shock as Jane plowed into her, the buxom teacher taking advantage of the distraction to land an especially heavy blow. The redhead's bigger pair was bright red and sagging like a bag of wet feathers, but the hateful woman just kept swinging. The brunette's boobs were no pretty picture themselves, swollen and raw, with dark ugly bruises forming where several hard hits had landed, but Polly swore to herself that she would not be the first to cry for mommy.

   Again and again the monstrous tits of Jane swung forwards, sweeping back and forth like a sickle cutting young stalks of grain. Polly tried to match the rhythm and fight back, but Jane just kept knocking her left and right, sending her tits spinning in opposite directions across her chest, constantly keeping the young brunette on the back foot.

   "Look at those floppy little things just running away from my big girls," Jane panted over the sound of slapping flesh, "Like two little beetles trying not to get STEPPED on!"

   Taking a page out of Diane's playbook, Polly suddenly grabbed Jane's shoulders and held her in place for a moment, lining up her shot and firing. Jane choked down a sob as the dense young boobs slammed into her weakened pair, sending waves of titflesh rolling out in every direction. Polly tried to slam again, but Jane caught her by the shoulders, forcefully holding her younger adversary back with just the strength of her arms. The two women wrestled for control, the tips of their nipples just brushing, before Jane suddenly released Polly and lunged forwards, catching her in a bearhug.

   "Oh, fuck!" Polly sobbed as the unbelievably dense, mature mammaries threatened to swallow her smaller set whole. She choked back her tears and grabbed Jane by the waist, grinding her own rapidly weakening boobs into her rival.

   Jane was openly gasping for air now, stunned by the firmness her old student still possessed. Polly's core was coming into play, those surprisingly dense pockets of firm young flesh grinding into their bigger, older opponents, straining to prove their dominance. The two big, curvy women spun slowly about as though dancing some violent waltz, each woman occasionally thrusting her hips or rolling her shoulders to send another wave of boob meat crashing into her hated enemy.

   Polly was no longer trying to win, she was just trying to survive. The pain was almost unbelievable, the huge jugs on Jane like a pair of rolling pins on her chest. She remembered watching in shock as Jane ground into Alice, the blonde watching in horror as her immortal boobs actually started to lose the contest of firmness near the end of the fight. Polly clutched to her enemy's meaty shoulders like a drowning victim clutching a plank of wood, knowing that if she fell loose and Jane hit her with another ram, the fight would be over.

   "Just give up," Jane gasped, "just give up, Polly. Oh god, please just give up." It was that 'please' that caught Polly's attention. Jane was not immortal. She was not immune to pain, she was actually in just as much pain as Polly herself, perhaps even more! Polly could do the unthinkable!

   With a desperate cry of exertion, Polly clapped her arms around Jane's sweaty back and began to squeeze with as much strength as her shuddering frame could produce. Jane wailed as the firm young core of her rival pushed deeper and deeper, pushing her flesh out further and further as the younger tits began to assert themselves.

   In a final act of desperation, Jane kicked out one of her thick legs, hooking Polly's calf from behind and dragging. Polly yelped as she was tripped and fell to the floor, just barely keeping her hold on Jane and dragging the bigger redhead down with her.

   The two women landed side by side with a heavy thud, glaring into one another's eyes with loathing.

   "Puny little Polly," Jane spat out, "always in her friend's shadow."

   "Sad old Jane, so pathetic she had to pick fights with high schoolers to boost her ego," Polly growled back.

   The two women started to wrestle on the floor, their legs kicking out and their arms grabbing one another's shoulders. Whoever could flip their opponent first would probably win, and both women knew it. Both sets of boobs were utterly devastated, purple and swollen, hanging limp and lifeless, but they had both come too far to quit now and admit defeat. They each knew that she had to prove herself the better woman.

   Polly's arms slipped across Jane's slippery skin, the layer of sweat on both women preventing either from getting a good hold. The larger redhead started to lean against her younger opponent, trying to roll Polly over with sheer body weight. Polly groaned in exertion as she shoved back, trying desperately to keep her shoulders up off the floor. With her left hand, she reached out and grabbed at Jane's face, clawing at her eyes, pulling on her mouth. Jane pulled her head backwards, trying to escape the pain, but in doing so left an opening.

   Polly heaved herself up and threw herself atop Jane, pinning the heavy redhead to the ground with a hand on each shoulder, her chubby legs straddling the teacher's broad waist. Thick white legs kicked out, wide hips bucked as Jane desperately tried to unseat her opponent before the final blow.

   "You really should have flunked me when you had the chance," Polly gasped, then dropped like a guillotine.

   Jane shrieked as her boobs were ground into their chest, thrashing side to side in a desperate effort to dislodge the sweaty college girl now crushing her. Polly rubbed her chest against her soft, broken rival, whimpering at the pain but reveling in the sensation of that big, meaty mass being pushed around by her better boobs. She waited until Jane stopped struggling, and the only sound was a soft whimper, before pushing herself up to survey the damage.

   Her boobs hung weak and floppy, swollen and purple like overripe plums, but Jane's set was totally destroyed. Her freckles had completely disappeared, swallowed by ugly black bruises. The once dominant double Ds now oozed out to the sides, slowly sliding down her chest like melting ice cream.

   Polly sat up, still straddling the semiconscious teacher, and brushed a strand of sticky brown hair away from her face. She reached back and fished around in her pocket, pulling out her phone and taking a few selfies, capturing her smiling face, her victorious boobs, and Jane's broken, prostrate body. She then took another photo, this one of just the ruined teacher.

   The young brunette, her face most decidedly no longer nice, leaned down and showed the photo to Jane, who sobbed as she saw it. "If you mess with Alice," Polly said slowly, her voice cold and dangerous, "or any of your students, ever again, I will make sure this ends up on the front page of the school paper." Jane nodded slowly, until Polly grabbed her boob and squeezed.

   "I promise!" The broken teacher screamed. "I promise, Polly, I swear to fucking god!" Polly stood up slowly, groaning as her aching boobs hung down against her chest. She didn't know which was worse, the thought of trying to put her bra back on, or the thought of walking home without a bra. Speaking of bras, she picked up Jane's as a trophy, marveling at the sheer size of it. Looking at the broken boobs below her, it was easy to forget just how big they actually were.

   "You're lucky I let you keep your shirt," Polly said, tossing the blouse down to cover Jane's destroyed mammaries. "There are plenty of girls who would love to make you walk home topless." As she started to walk out, she felt a hand clutch at her ankle.

   "Polly, I just want you to know," Jane forced out the words despite great pain. "Just for the record, that paper of yours was genuinely B+ quality. I mean, it was actually the worst paper you ever wrote." Polly looked down at her, then smiled, but Jane shuddered, for it was a smile she had seen in the mirror all too often.

   "Fuck you, I deserved an A," Polly said. The pleasant brunette then walked to the nearest shelf, selected the heaviest dictionary she could find, and dropped it on Jane's boobs.

   As Polly was checking out at the front desk, Mrs. Davis looked around in confusion.

   "Do you hear something?" She asked. "I think a racoon is dying in the vents. Seriously, what is that horrible wailing sound?"

   Polly just smiled, took her books and stepped out of the library. As she was walking down the street towards home, she felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. Pulling it out, she saw that it was a phone call from Diane.

   She lifted the phone to her ear. "Diane? What's-"

   "Some fucking cow just challenged Violet!"

   "What? Diane, what are you-"

   "Her name is Kay, apparently she's Phoebe's cousin or some shit and she just showed up and demanded a championship match. Fuck her, I beat Alice fair and square, I deserve first shot at the title-"

   "Is there anything else you want to say?" Something in Polly's voice must have carried a new tone of authority, because Diane actually stopped talking for a second.

   "...Sorry I called your boobs floppy."

   "Anything else you want to apologize for?"

   Polly did not need to see Diane to know that she was glaring at her phone. "There is nothing else for me to apologize for. We all know the rules of the game, and she would have done it to me-"

   Polly disconnected the call and set her phone back in her pocket, ignoring it as it went on buzzing. The pleasantly plump brunette started humming a happy song as she made her way back home.

[🍷 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝟳𝗖 🍷]

Good lord yes

[Gradius]

A normally single brain celled sports car once said...

"Watch out for the quiet ones."

One proviso though. You had Jane shriek...and then scream. In a library.

I think you missed an opportunity for Polly to make a hasty retreat after winning, preserving her modesty while Jane is discovered by a curious crowd, drawn by the noise.

[Kerfuffling]

A normally single brain celled sports car once said...

"Watch out for the quiet ones."

One proviso though. You had Jane shriek...and then scream. In a library.

I think you missed an opportunity for Polly to make a hasty retreat after winning, preserving her modesty while Jane is discovered by a curious crowd, drawn by the noise.

Oops

Let's just say it was the metaphorical screams of her tortured soul

[Augur]

Incredible! That was simply amazing! What a very pleasant surprise - loved seeing friendly, curvaceous Polly and her pleasantly plump boobs tame the top-heavy redhead's best assets! White the photos will be kept in reserve for continued blackmail, I have no doubt she'll be showing them off to Alice and Carol. Maybe the memory of that early near-defeat, and a realization of the danger she'd just been in (before thick and meaty little Polly saved her butt - and boobs) will serve to shock some sense into the former boob queen? One can dream, at least!

I also really enjoyed all the call-backs and 'historical references', especially to super-jock gymnast Holly's compact, insanely tight C-cups (poor Polly, lol), to Mrs Hempton's regular humblings of the bustier girls, as well as to Alice's own hs senior year match against the chesty teacher (complete with the redhead's larger, older jugs, after having successfully pummeled much of the firmness in the 18yo boob goddess' DD super-tits away, actually starting to take over the space between them in that late-match grinding test of firmness as the older woman's supple, ripened mass of mature breastmeat slowly begins to overpower and displace the highschooler's legendarily dense teenage boobflesh...).

And I'm at least equally excited about Diane's reaction! Hopefully a disruption to Saturday's scheduled event bodes well also for Alice, who really could use a small breather to give her some time for recuperation and to get her mental faculties back into competition mode (with Polly and Carol's help, no doubt. Maybe a sparring match against the latter would finally get Alice's head back in the game and her competitive juices flowing? If the prospect of getting out-boobed by her own mom - and right in front of her friend too, lol - doesn't shake her back to reality, nothing will). With the current level of competition strutting around town, Alice will need to be in full fighting shape to have any hope of reclaiming her throne - or even of surviving against her former victims who are now, quite understandably, looking to avenge their previous humiliations at the hands (or more accurately tits) of the blonde 'boob goddess'.

So, another great addition! I'm hugely grateful for your recent prolificness with this series - seems like you're feeling just as inspired to write as we are excited to read more!    

I have a funny feeling that ST-BT may be joining the annals of great titfighting sagas, right alongside BFS and TA... 


P.S.
Where Kerfuffling's personal favorite is Min, I'll freely admit to having a major soft spot for Polly. I realize she's very unlikely to try and kick Alice now that she's down, but the potential for a later match (or perhaps a practice sparring bout where she gives the former boob goddess a shock similar to what she just gave the teacher in that late-game grind, with Polly's "stealth" boobs' deceptively dense inner core and superb long-term resilience/endurance starting to finally assert itself) is undeniably fascinating...

Studying her chest, she could not suppress a naughty little thought.

Could she beat Alice?

Alice's boobs were great, sure, but Violet and Diane had shown that they were not invincible. Polly could picture it now, her big, proud boobs forcing Alice's bigger, harder boobs to submit to her. And after Alice, why not Diane, and even Violet? Wouldn't that be something? Polly, boob queen of Rockwell?

Min for president, Polly for queen? Lol! 

[Augur]