"Nice package!" purrs Charlotte's sultry voice on TV. "Ugh, this fucking bitch," Kate groans as she slams her TV shut. Not for the first time in her life, Kate feels a perplexing combination of hatred and intrigue towards Charlotte Mckinney, a similarly well-endowed blonde who Kate views as a plastic, inferior version of her. A week ago, Kate was absolutely delighted to discover that she would have another chance at the stage. Not only that, she was also given the chance to prove herself as the one, true Kate Upton: the best breasts in all of America. However, now, the night before the showdown, Kate feels an unusual coldness dwell in the abysses of her gut. She felt like she swallowed a rock. "Is it nervousness?" Kate thinks to herself, "Why am I nervous about this? It's not like I'll lose or anything." Tentatively, Kate walks into her exquisite bedroom and stares intently at her assets through a floor to ceiling mirror. She takes off her bra and ceremoniously drops it on the ground. Her nipples instantly harden from contact to the cool, well-conditioned air. She then squeezes her breasts gingerly, nothing happens. She squeezes a bit harder, her fingers sink in a little. 'What am I worried about?" Kate laughs, "My puppies never failed me before."
"It's finally happening now," Kate thinks to herself, "Time to show this bitch who she's dealing with, I bet she's gonna be intimidated by this." Kate looks at breasts and grins. She decisively wore a much-too-tight D-sized bra which comically tries to contain her breasts. Unfortunately, the bra creaks and groans and is barely able to contain the boobage spilling out of the bra at all sides. And then, Kate sees Charlotte and her jaw drops. "This bitch," Kate mutters, "She seriously has the audacity to do the same thing?" By coincidence, Charlotte had the exact same brain wave as Kate and wore an equally mismatched bra. The two women walk up to each other and with watchful eyes much akin to those of a detectives, the two young veterans quickly size each other; height, size, and of course, boobs. Just through one glance, both women come to the same conclusion: they are almost exactly identical, save a minor height advantage for Kate and a tiny weight advantage for Charlotte. Kate gives Charlotte a hateful stare and Charlotte returns it with ease. Both begin to pulse with cat-like fury but neither is willing to make the first move. To break the silence, Charlotte quips, "I see you decided to copy exactly what I did in regards to attire. How very interesting." "Bitch, I did not copy you," Kate snarls, "You, in fact were the one who copied me on many occasions. But today, I'll show you there's only one true Kate Upton!" "Point proven Kate, I get it," Charlotte smiles sarcastically. "I know there's only one Kate Upton and that's you. I'm not Kate, I'm something much more, figuratively and literally," she adds, while eyeing Kate's cleavage. Not willing to acknowledge her with a reply, Kate walks right up to Charlotte and pushes against her bra. After a loud squeak, the bra snaps and Charlotte's breasts are released for the world to see. Overcoming her initial shock, Charlotte returns the breast bump - albeit a bit harder and removes Kate's bra in turn as well.
Sorry for the hiatus everyone, I'll be sure to finish this story sometime this week
