Small Town, Big Tits: Part 11

[Kerfuffling]

Diane sipped her coffee in the window seat of the Roasted Oak Cafe. It was black. She did not understand how some people complained about the bitter taste. Why, if she had ordered a coffee, would she then add so much cream and sugar that she could no longer taste the coffee? Why not skip the unnecessary step and just drink melted ice cream?

She was deflecting. The reason she had gone out this morning was to think, and not about coffee preferences. Diane was thinking about what she had been thinking about for almost a week now.

It was not about her first ever titfighting loss. Diane had actually gotten over that humiliation pretty fast, the pain giving way to anger with herself. She had been winning. She had felt Kay's fat tits yielding to hers, and then she had gotten careless and paid the price. As soon as she got a rematch, she swore that she would break Kay's tits so badly that the walrus would be left wearing a training bra for the rest of her life.

What had been on her mind for the past week was a simple question.

Were she and Alice still friends?

The two girls had been friends since kindergarten. Diane could still remember the tea parties, the dress up, the sleepovers. They had competed even back then, each girl trying to get the higher grades, the cuter clothes, the most male attention. Things had taken a turn once they hit puberty and were introduced to the titfighting scene around Rockwell.

Carol had taught them together, along with Polly. They had never actually fought, just taken part in some practice sparring to learn stances and such, but that had not stopped them from competing indirectly. They had both wanted to be the best, and so had set out to establish their dominance by conquering everyone except each other. Both girls had built a reputation as invincible goddesses, their racks feared for different reasons, Alice for her size, Diane for her firmness. Even then they had not fought, although they had definitely each claimed the better tits.

Or had they? Diane frowned in thought as she tried to recall a time either she or Alice had actually stated that they were better. Diane herself had certainly thought it plenty of times, but she could not recall ever actually saying it, or Alice saying the same about her own chest. In fact, their council about how to deal with Violet was the first time Diane could think of that either had actually directly compared their racks. How had they gotten through high school without ever settling the issue?

"Are you going to order some actual food, or did you just want to keep staring out the window?"

Diane snapped out of her thoughts to stare up at Chloe, the waitress of Roasted Oak. Chloe was a chubby Japanese girl, with glasses, bangs, and more sass than a southern truck stop server. Her D cups were respectably firm, but hardly championship level boobs. She was raising an eyebrow at Diane, who glared back at her.

"Just the coffee, thanks." Chloe rolled her eyes, pausing as her gaze brushed the window.

"Would you look at that," she said as her eyes narrowed. "Lot of nerve on that girl." Diane followed the waitresses stare to see an athletic looking redhead across the street. Her face had a narrow, vulpine quality, and her hair was an unusually vibrant shade of red, but neither of those things were what drew attention. Her most arresting feature was the Norton letterman jacket she wore. It was like carrying an American flag through the streets of London in 1776.

Diane did not have much civic pride. She had beat her share of Norton girls, but that was because they had been challengers, not because of some ancient blood feud. Still, even she knew that an insult like this could not be allowed to pass. She dropped some change on the table and stood up.

"Keep the coffee warm for me, Chloe," she called over her shoulder as she pushed open the door, "this will only take a minute."

"If you bring back her bra it's on the house!"

...

Virginia was nervous. She was a soldier behind enemy lines. If anything went wrong, there would be no backup. But there had been no other choice. After hearing what had happened to Ina, how could she not step up to defend Norton's honor? She had taken her old varsity letterman jacket from her closet, thrown it over her shoulders like a knight's tabard, and driven over to Rockwell.

There was not much of a plan. She was just going to walk down main street in her jacket, and presumably, some busty Rockwellian would challenge her, at which point she would flatten the girl and avenge Norton. The longer it took, however, the dumber the plan seemed. Why would any Rockwell girls bother with a clean duel, when they had the homefield advantage? And how exactly would flattening some random chick pay back what had happened to Ina, the marker, the bikini heist?

As the tension grew, she lost her nerve and ran into the first shop she came to. She froze. It was a boutique! A boutique that just happened to sell fancy, designer lingerie! What better place to find some busty girl who would be willing to engage in a one on one titfight? Her plan was back on track.

There were no girls presently in the store, so Virginia made her way towards the back corner, where she could lurk unseen. She studied the tops in half interest. The shop was nowhere near as high quality as those found in Norton, but it still had some nice pieces. Perhaps she could also pick up something that would show off her large C cups?

"Your mom must have dropped you on your head." Virginia looked up in shock to see a platinum blonde girl glaring at her. How had this girl snuck up so quietly? As the redhead searched for a witty response, the blonde continued. "I mean seriously, coming into Rockwell with that jacket and those pathetic tits? Honey, you are just asking to get hurt."

This was familiar territory, and Virginia grinned as she pressed out her chest. "Girl, you must need glasses if you think these tits are anything less than perfect. Why don't we step into that changing room and I'll give you a closer look."

"Gladly," Diane replied with a sugary sweet smile, and the two girls promptly entered the nearest changing room and locked the door. They each immediately disrobed, dropping their shirts and bras to the floor, then turning to study one another.

Both girls wore a large C cup, although Diane's were slightly larger. The blonde's skin was lightly tanned, while the redhead had pale, milk white flesh. The most arresting features Diane noticed were her opponent's nipples. The pink spikes were the biggest she had ever seen, stabbing outwards like a pair of fangs, absolutely rock hard in the cool air conditioning.

"Look at those sad, droopy tits," Virginia sneered. "They're like two rotten crabapples that got run over by a cement mixer."

"You're one to talk," Diane shot back, "walking around with those ugly little lumps. Seriously, are those nipples or warts?"

The changing room was small, barely five feet square, which forced both women to stand uncomfortably close together. They each slowly walked forwards, pressing their firm chests together with cocky confidence. That confidence faded from each girl's face as she stared down in shock.

Diane had always had the firmest tits in Rockwell. The same was true of Virginia in Norton. Neither had ever met a girl who could match her. Until today. Two pairs of tits pressed inwards an equal amount, tan and white flesh locked in a stalemate. Experimentally, both girls rolled their shoulders forwards, pressing their tits tighter together. The result was the same, the two rock hard chests remaining absolutely equal. Grey eyes locked with green eyes as the two girls stared at each other in surprise. Then they snarled and grabbed each other around the shoulders, ramming forwards as hard as they could. Her opponent's chest was an insult to each girl, an insult that had to be destroyed at all costs!

"When you get back to Norton," Diane grunted, pumping her chest forwards, "tell them Diane says stay the fuck out of our town."

"And when your friends ask who fucked you up," Virginia groaned back, grinding left and right, "you tell them that Virginia has the firmest tits around!" The redhead pulled back slightly to line up her huge nipples with Diane's, then rammed forwards. Diane yelped as those fleshy spikes stabbed into hers, threatening to force them backwards into her chest.

The blonde tried to step backwards to adjust her stance, but Virginia matched her, keeping their chests pressed together. The redhead began to pump her chest, stabbing her nipples deeper and deeper. Diane began to moan. Even though her chest was holding its ground admirably, the pain from those pointy tips was fucking brutal!

Gritting her teeth in anger, Diane was forced back step by step as she fought for a better position, Virginia pursuing her the whole way. Despite the burning intensity in their eyes, the fight was a slow paced one, both girls clutching one another tightly as their nubile young chests grappled for supremacy.

Diane managed at last to duck down and swing up, driving her tits into the weaker undersides of her opponent. Unable to bring her painful nipples into play, Virginia could only groan as Diane began thrusting her rock solid rack forwards, driving the redhead back towards the center of the small room.

Virginia strained her powerful legs to try and hold her position. She had been a varsity track athlete all four years at Norton High, and she still kept up her conditioning. But Diane's body was toned with sleek swimmer muscles, matching her adversary in raw physical power.

A sharp, sudden thrust from below forced Virginia to cry out in pain, choking back the sound quickly for fear of being heard. "You bitch," she hissed at Diane, as she felt her chest loosening before the relentless pressure. "Too scared of my nipples to fight fair? Why don't we fight head on so we can see who really has the firmest tits?"

"Sorry, but I'm not interested," Diane whispered back. "I already know my proud tits are stronger than your floppy mounds. The only thing I want to see is you on the ground, with my foot on your worthless boobs!" She thrust forwards yet again, and Virginia felt her chest bend dangerously far inwards.

The redheaded Nortoner suddenly seized Diane under the shoulders and lifted her up, gasping under the strain. In a quick move, she threw her opponent backwards against the mirror. Diane grunted in pain as her shoulderblades struck the hard glass, then she screamed as Virginia rammed into her. Those big nipples stabbed into Diane's weakening flesh yet again, the blonde's eyes widening in fear as she saw her own nipples come dangerously close to total collapse.

Panting with relief, Virginia grinned and shoved straight forwards. Diane shrieked as her big, firm boobs dented inwards, barely able to resist the unbearably firm white flesh of her opponent. The sound was cut off as Virginia slapped one hand to Diane's mouth, muffling her screams.

"Hush now, it will all be over soon," Virginia crooned in wicked glee. "Just lay back and enjoy the feeling of my awesome boobs taming yours." The rich redhead leaned her entire body forwards, her tits stabbing further and further inwards, her hand pressing Diane's face further backwards as the blonde squirmed in desperate agony. The heat of their bodies began to fog up the mirror behind them.

Diane hooked one of her legs between Virginia's and began to push. The redhead tilted backwards, her muscular core just barely letting her keep her balance. The movement shifted her boobs just slightly upwards, which allowed Diane to push forwards and start to take control. Now it was Virginia's turn to squirm in pain as she tried to wrestle her way back into a dominant position.

The fight slowly returned to the center of the changing room. Diane rolled her shoulders in a rhythmic pumping motion. Her firm tan tits burrowed into her opponent's pale rack like a woodpecker hunting for grubs. She grinned at Virginia, whose face was contorting in agony with each pained breath.

"Ready to give up, rich bitch?" Diane asked in a voice which positively dripped with artificial sweetness. "Or would you prefer I finish your free boob reduction?"

Virginia's response was a glop of spit to the face. Diane reeled backwards with a cry of disgust. She wiped at her eyes to try and clear them, opening her grey orbs just in time to see Virginia snapping her upper body forwards like a whip.

Two pairs of proud young tits distorted, and two mouths cried out in pain. Virginia had aimed her shot perfectly. Her massive nipples had punched forwards like two drill bits and stabbed straight into Diane's weaker set. Diane felt her chest almost cave inwards as waves of tan flesh rippled across the surface of her proud, firm cones. The effect on Virginia's own set was almost as pronounced, as a shockwave of pale white skin blasted backwards.

Diane staggered back into the mirror, one arm clutched to her aching chest. Virginia grit her teeth against the pain in her own rack and stalked forwards. Her murderous green eyes focused on her opponent's bruised boobs. Diane raised a muscular leg and kicked out in desperation. Her foot planted itself dead center in her opponent's tight tummy. Virginia grunted in pain as she was thrust backwards against the opposite wall, her head snapping backwards to strike the drywall.

"Oh you're dead, you cheap slut," she growled as she shook her head to clear the stars. Sweat soaked strands of red hair snapped side to side like fireworks. Her sight line cleared just in time to see a murderous Diane barreling towards her, arms outstretched.

The two shrieking hellcats crashed through the thin drywall into the next stall over. Virginia managed to spin Diane sideways as they fell so that neither landed atop the other, instead sprawling side by side. They were on each other in an instant, slamming their reddened chests together with desperate sobs and biting insults.

"Bratty Norton bitch!"

"Worthless Rockwell trash!"

Their brawl was watched by the occupant of the stall, a large, meaty Mexican girl. She had been in the middle of trying on a bra and now clapped her hands against her bare breasts in embarrassed shock. Diane and Virginia fought on unaware of their new witness. They only had eyes for each other.

Virginia managed to throw a leg over Diane and climb atop her. Their sweat soaked stomachs stuck together as the redhead lowered herself onto her writhing adversary. Once more, the massive, pointy nipples stabbed into Diane like a dagger to the heart. She threw back her head and screamed openly. It no longer mattered who heard her, it fucking hurt!

"That's right, bitch!" Virginia shouted at her, even as her own boobs threatened to pancake against her chest. "Scream for me! Tell everyone who has the firmest boobs!" She arched her back to press down even harder. Her two hands grabbed fistfuls of sweaty blonde hair, and she began to slam Diane's head against the ground.

That proved to be a mistake, as the change in her hold allowed Diane to seize control. The blonde wrapped her muscular thighs around her opponent's pale waist and squeezed, even as her hands clawed at strands of red hair. With a roar, Diane flipped Virginia onto her back and claimed the dominant position.

With her toned ass high in the air for leverage, Diane slid her chest down and forwards, like a rolling pin. Virginia wailed as her tits were stretched upwards, pressing almost into her chin from the pressure.

"Feel that, Virginia? That's what a real woman's chest feels like!" Diane growled as she began to grind her tits back and forth. Virginia desperately clawed at the blonde's tan backside as she felt her chest distort. Her boobs were barely fighting back any more, just yielding to Diane's pair on every exchange, but the Rockwellian was clearly weakened. Just one good thrust was all she needed, and Virginia could still claim victory.

The athletic redhead began to thrash her hips and drag at Diane's head. The toned blonde desperately clung to her position on top, flexing her core to stay stable. For one moment they hung, locked in equilibrium, and then Virginia flipped Diane onto her back and lay atop her. Like the wolf that smells a deer on the other side of the bushes she lunged forwards.

"FUCK!"

Diane's boobs were being crushed beneath the weight of her opponent's body, and her unbearably firm rack. But despite this, the blonde actually still held the superior position. Virginia had claimed the top spot, but she had failed to line up her boobs with Diane's. It was her soft underflesh which she drove down, straight onto Diane's rock hard rack. It was like falling into a hunter's pit trap with spears at the bottom.

Virginia's rack was pierced as the rich redhead screamed in agony. She tried to pull back, but Diane's legs remained locked around her waist. The blonde laughed in relief as she felt her chest finally tame her opponent's. She began to thrust her shoulders upwards. While their racks had been equal in firmness at the start of the fight, Virginia's chest held no hint of that original strength, while Diane's own set remained relatively solid.

"Please, Diane," Virginia sobbed as lances of pain continued to stab through her boobs. "Please, just let me go. You won already."

"First, I want to hear you say it. Who has the firmest tits?"

"You do, Diane. Your tits are the firmest, in Rockwell or Norton."

"And how about yours? Describe them?"


"My boobs are weak and floppy compared to yours. Oh god, Diane, it hurts so bad, please just let me go." Diane finally unwrapped her legs and shoved Virginia off of her. Climbing to unsteady feet, the blonde brushed some dust off her shoulders and turned to see the Mexican girl, apparently noticing her for the first time.

"What the fuck do you want?" Diane demanded, her blood still hot from combat. The big girl just smiled tentatively and gave her a thumbs up. Diane waved her off and walked back to the original stall. She gathered up her clothes, as well as her opponent's bra. After a moment's thought, she took the letterman jacket as well.

"If you ever want this back," she told Virginia as she held the jacket up, "go to Sal's Soda Shop and tell everyone there what I just did to you. Or come look me up for a rematch. I'll be happy to crush you a second time." With that, the blonde beat a hasty retreat from the store. Someone would definitely notice the broken wall soon, and no way was Diane paying for that. Let Miss Norton Trust Fund take care of it.

As she made her way back to The Roasted Oak, Diane took out her phone and pulled up her messages. She had to tell Polly about this, hell, maybe even Alice. Opening her chat with Polly, she stopped in her tracks. The most recent message was Polly's picture of herself sitting astride their old English teacher, Jane Hempton. Diane had been so angry with her friend for ignoring her calls that she had never even responded. That message had been sent over a week ago. How could she now respond in a way that didn't make her look like an asshole?

"Great win, Polly, sorry I never wrote back to you. By the way, I also just beat a redhead." How the fuck could you word that?

Diane's thoughts turned to Alice instead, but that caused a new disturbing revelation. She thought about her humiliation of Virginia post fight, and how closely it mirrored her attitude towards Alice. That ritual was a standard part of the game, everyone knew it. But maybe the rules of the game were different when it was your friend on the receiving end. Maybe Diane had gone too far with Alice.

This was an uncomfortable thought for Diane, who was used to always being right. Should she apologize? But Alice had only apologized while drunk, and had not tried to reach out to her since. Maybe the honey blonde had no true interest in renewing their friendship.

Without sending any messages, Diane put her phone away and walked down the street, completely alone.

...

Felicia had watched the loser pick herself up and rush off in redfaced shame. The sight of those broken breasts had been mesmerizing to the large Latina. The whole thing had been. Those two women locked in combat, waging war with just their feminine ferocity. She studied her own boobs.

They were big, a hefty pair of round E cups. She had gotten plenty of compliments from horny young men about them, although she had always been too shy to acknowledge them. Her mind flashed back to an earlier memory of the library last week. She had been drawn to the reference section by the sound of slapping flesh.

Rounding a shelf, Felicia had seen two large chested women wrestling, just as the two girls had been now. Those two had also been topless, and it had clearly been their boobs doing battle.

Felicia's family had only moved to Rockwell at the beginning of the summer, her father accepting a job as a math teacher at the local school. Felicia herself, as a recent college grad with an English degree and a dream of writing the next great American novel, was still living with her parents. She spent her days writing, walking dogs to earn some spending cash, and arguing with her little sister Valentina over whose turn it was to shower.

She had never been a competitive girl, but suddenly, Felicia wanted to try this for herself. She wanted to prove that her boobs were the strongest, that she was the most womanly woman of all. But how to do it? Having not grown up immersed in the martial cultures of Rockwell or Norton, Felicia was unsure of the rituals involved. Did she just walk up to a girl on the street and boob punch her?

Maybe she should wear something provocative. If she showed other girls her boobs, maybe one of them would come up and challenge her first. It would have to be in a place with plenty of people, though. Sunday was coming up, Felicia thought, so why not church?

She would do it. She would wear a low cut shirt to church. She would show off to any girl who seemed interested, and when they fought, she would win.

[Augur]

Haha, I take it Ruth has an appointment for next Sunday...    Aside from Kay, it seems Felicia the thick and meaty Latina now has the largest chest among the young women so far (possibly tied with Carol and Pepper, but they're of course firmly in the 'MILF' category), and the general description (hefty but round) suggests they aren't exactly soft, either. It's only too bad Felicia's inexperience is likely to make her titfighting debut quite a grueling experience for the top-heavy Mexican girl! 

It was also very nice to get a closer look at Diane here. I see you're still keeping us on the edge of our seats regarding a potential detente in Alice-Diane relations, but I'm still hopeful that future developments may see the trio getting back together at some point - without sacrificing the always-there competitive tension, naturally!

Virginia the pale-complexioned sprinter was an interesting addition; no tentative warnings or pre-planted hints, no gradual build-up with rumors about her toughness and ability, just the sudden appearance of the firmest rack in all of Norton! While I'd like to think that Holly, the insanely tight-titted super-jock gymnast, has (or at least had) the blonde and the redhead matched in sheer unyielding boob density, I reckon her breasts very likely fell into the lower end of the C-cup range, and therefore lag behind in tissue quantity even if not in actual quality. Given equally tough and solid equipment, she'd be the one likely to first run out of still-resilient titmeat in a close grind, after all... 

Between Virginia and Diane, it appears that the redhead's imposingly large and rock-hard nipples were a major additional danger, but perhaps partly aided by Diane's slightly greater size and mass, they still weren't quite able to overpower the platinum-blonde's legendarily firm assets. Phew, first round goes to Rockwell! Or second, I guess, if we count Min's initial surprise attack as the first one.

Of course, we've yet to see Norton's MIT-educated champion's set in action...

[Drake8]

Who would have thought that the three "bad girls" from the first episode would become my favorite characters, along with Violet herself? It's surely because of that brilliant three-dimensional character design and the excellent development of all them over these 11 chapters.

First of all, the parallel between coffee and Diane's personality is masterful. She's bitter, direct, unfiltered, and despises "sweetener" in life (and I totally agree with her criticism of Starbucks xD).
We also see how her loss to Kay makes her angry (her very first loss, no less), but her doubts about Alice cause her a much deeper unease that she doesn't know how to process. How could anyone not be drawn to such a complex and human character? It becomes clear once again that despite their intense and logical competitiveness (they were probably the two hottest and most popular girls in school), there's a deep friendship between them, proof of this is that Carol also taught her how to fight alongside Polly (Carol always knowed that the real enemy lies outside...).

As for Virginia, I loved the extended metaphor and zoomorphism used to describe her with the traits of a fox, which shapes the entire character design and her attack techniques. It shows us that, despite her initial fear, she's a formidable rival, but Diane is simply on another level.

The fight is fantastic, and I was particularly struck by the details of Virginia's spit and Diane's kick. They really highlight how, when it comes to status among women, cruelty knows no bounds and is deeply personal. And there's no ethic code in a titfight. "All's fair in love and war," as Diane so aptly put it in the first chapter, and that mix of titfight and catfight adds a special tension and realism to the fights.
This makes me wonder if Carol's classes only included titfight techniques. I seem to recall that Alice never resorted to dirty tricks or catfighting in any of the four matches, even though she certainly suffered from them. Could it be that the "bad girl" Alice is actually the most noble one? Or did Carol fail to teach her the ruthlessness needed to reign, a quality that Diane, for example, certainly possesses?

The episode ends as it began: on a note of loneliness, confusion, and emotional stagnation for Diane. Diane's true enemy is not Virginia or Kay, it is Diane herself.
An exceptional episode from start to finish, just like the entire series so far. It's incredible how you're weaving together all the character personalities and backstories, the past with the present, the timeline, and essentially all the pieces of this brilliant "Boobmere" universe you're creating! Congratulations

[Kerfuffling]

Who would have thought that the three "bad girls" from the first episode would become my favorite characters, along with Violet herself? It's surely because of that brilliant three-dimensional character design and the excellent development of all them over these 11 chapters.

First of all, the parallel between coffee and Diane's personality is masterful. She's bitter, direct, unfiltered, and despises "sweetener" in life (and I totally agree with her criticism of Starbucks xD).
We also see how her loss to Kay makes her angry (her very first loss, no less), but her doubts about Alice cause her a much deeper unease that she doesn't know how to process. How could anyone not be drawn to such a complex and human character? It becomes clear once again that despite their intense and logical competitiveness (they were probably the two hottest and most popular girls in school), there's a deep friendship between them, proof of this is that Carol also taught her how to fight alongside Polly (Carol always knowed that the real enemy lies outside...).

As for Virginia, I loved the extended metaphor and zoomorphism used to describe her with the traits of a fox, which shapes the entire character design and her attack techniques. It shows us that, despite her initial fear, she's a formidable rival, but Diane is simply on another level.

The fight is fantastic, and I was particularly struck by the details of Virginia's spit and Diane's kick. They really highlight how, when it comes to status among women, cruelty knows no bounds and is deeply personal. And there's no ethic code in a titfight. "All's fair in love and war," as Diane so aptly put it in the first chapter, and that mix of titfight and catfight adds a special tension and realism to the fights.
This makes me wonder if Carol's classes only included titfight techniques. I seem to recall that Alice never resorted to dirty tricks or catfighting in any of the four matches, even though she certainly suffered from them. Could it be that the "bad girl" Alice is actually the most noble one? Or did Carol fail to teach her the ruthlessness needed to reign, a quality that Diane, for example, certainly possesses?

The episode ends as it began: on a note of loneliness, confusion, and emotional stagnation for Diane. Diane's true enemy is not Virginia or Kay, it is Diane herself.
An exceptional episode from start to finish, just like the entire series so far. It's incredible how you're weaving together all the character personalities and backstories, the past with the present, the timeline, and essentially all the pieces of this brilliant "Boobmere" universe you're creating! Congratulations

Thanks for reading, and thanks even more for the kid words! It is extraordinarily gratifying that my work can prompt such a level of discussion 

[Augur]

I have to agree with Drake: all the the characters are well-crafted and written, with their ups and downs, and perhaps most importantly, the ability to develop. Alice in particular has gone through quite a mental transformation since her first appearance (actually reminds be a little of Chrissy from BFS), and it was also great to see my own favorite Polly, the least "bad girl" of the three, stepping up and taking her rightful place by Alice's side - not as a mere "sidekick", but as her openly recognized equal.

And as Drake rightly pointed out, the longstanding friendship-rivalry between Alice and Diane is nothing short of juicy. Their history and that constant, festering competitive tension all makes sense, and the way Diane at last decided to eploit her friend's temporary weakness to kick Alice while she was down is so very much on-brand for the shrewd and calculating platinum blonde. She's definitely got a natural knack for finding other girls' vulnerabilities, together with the willingness to pounce instantly, without some pesky moral qualms getting in the way.

Which reminds me: an interesting point about dirty tricks and ruthlessless... It does seem like Alice and Violet could both do with a bit more of a "killer instinct" and unscrupulousness, instead of relying so heavily on sheer boob-power (which, admittedly, in their case certainly is prodigious). At the same time, I'll have to admit that personally, I do hope the role of "trickery" remains limited, and the actual boob-on-boob action is decided more by the fighters' breasts than their technique or skill. Here, Virginia getting the (unfair) top position yet Diane's insanely firm tits spearing into the redhead's vulnerable undermeat was a very welcome way to end things. In all honesty - and this also applies to Jon Grey's legendary works - I've always found the way some titfights conclude with one fighter pinning down their opponent and then bombing/grinding their way to victory, with the help of gravity, robs something away from the contest and the comparison. I.e. in those cases the result doesn't actually say much about whose breasts are truly superior, only which woman got lucky, or was more willing to play dirty... I suspect this isn't an issue for most readers, but to me, it simply makes the titfight a little... incomplete? Just a personal quirk of mine.

Regarding the final note, this here is precisely why I'm still keeping my fingers crossed for Diane to come to her senses and begin to patch things up with her two oldest friends. She indeed is her own worst enemy, and unlike Alice, has currently zero support or guidance to help her get back on track - all because to her own actions, of course. She may be the most crafty and cunning of the "bad girls" (and the most "bad", too, lol), but her emotional intelligence absolutely pales in comparison to Polly's. I do wonder what it'll take for Diane to finally come round...

[Donnafights]

I like these stories because the girls aren't like super huge breast they big C's, D's to me is more believable. They all have ups and downs, love to see like very good climatic conclusion (if there is one which I hope there's not)

[Donnafights]