Genesis
Being a new transfer student is never a pleasure. Becoming the stranger, the foreigner. To feel their stares, the eyes of all the people pointed at you, silently screaming at the difference.
Anastasia had never gotten used to that feeling, the cold, detached connection of those who would share a short stretch of her school life, the whispers as she walked in the corridors, the jokes inside her locker.
The blonde had received at first glance what it meant to be considered wrong, even though no one had ever said it to her face. However, since she started moving to follow her father's work, Anastasia had somehow gotten used to her situation.
At first, it was hard to accept, meeting new faces that she would later surely forget. Later, she began to digest more of the discomfort and disappointment of others, creating a wall around herself to protect herself from hurtful thoughts.
That day, Anastasia had woken up as she did every morning, wearing her extra large sweatshirt with the Mugiwara crew on it and her baggy jeans, finally looking at herself in the mirror with her brown eyes behind the lenses of her large glasses.
Although Anastasia, at 1.75 meters tall, was a tall girl compared to many other girls, the rest of her screamed how much she visually embodied the classic cliché of the nerdy girl.
From the moment she first entered the new school, as soon as she crossed the threshold of the building, she had felt caught in the crossfire of inquisitive stares. It didn't take too long to finally be categorized as a nerd.
The blonde, however, was steadfast in her ideas and her being, and she had no problem walking towards her locker, but remained unable to do so with her head held high due to her shyness.
As she walked, Anastasia passed a group of girls laughing amongst themselves. The girl in the middle almost seemed to do it on purpose, and bumped the newcomer with her shoulder, causing her to drop the books she was carrying in her arms.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't see you!" laughed the brunette, before walking away.
Anastasia didn’t dare to retort, watching the brunette girl walk away, followed by her friends. Sighing, the newcomer ducked to pick up what was hers, before someone approached.
"Wait, I'll help you."
A male voice that matched the most handsome boy Anastasia had ever seen. She found her face inches away from his, as this angel grabbed two of the remaining books and stood up.
Anastasia stood motionless, bewitched, and with her eyes wide open towards him. The face was gentle, the features mature and the tight T-shirt did not struggle to show off the well-built body.
The boy stood looking at the blonde, still bent over, staring at him in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.
"... Are you all right?" he asked, doubtful.
Anastasia recoiled, blushing violently as she got back to her feet like a spring. They both stood up, the boy was a little taller than her, his broad shoulders and lean physique not helping the blonde stop feeling uncomfortable.
"Yes... I... um... I..." tried to say something Anastasia tried to say, but failed to formulate a meaningful sentence.
"You're welcome haha" laughed the boy, handing him the books "By the way, I haven't seen you here before. I'm Kyle"
"A-Anastasia" replied the blonde, taking the books. At that moment, her hand touched Kyle's, making the girl glow more.
"Well, nice to meet you, Anastasia. I hope to see you again... stranger," Kyle smiled, winking at her before walking off on his way.
The blonde stood dumbfounded at that smile, fascinated and speechless even as the boy walked away from her. Absurdly, that nickname didn't hurt if he was the one saying it.
"Y-yes..." the newcomer finally said, though it was too late now.
Her body was hot, it had never happened before. Anastasia reached her locker, put down her school supplies, and tried to calm her feelings.
"Why is my heart beating so fast?" she asked herself as she felt the wild pumping inside her chest.
The bell signaled the imminent start of classes, startling the blonde as she ran toward her new classroom. Arriving late on her first day was not in her plans.
Fortunately, the teacher was outside the classroom, waiting for the newcomer to introduce her to the rest of the class. Anastasia hated that moment, a blow to her shyness, especially since she would be the complete center of attention.
The same teacher, a marginal figure for Anastasia despite her importance, introduced the newcomer. The Russian girl introduced herself with a simple, shy nod as her name was spoken by the professor.
"Go ahead and sit next to Kyle, Anastasia," said the teacher pointing to the only empty seat in the class, "Heaven forbid he might take something from you and start getting good grades."
The rest of the class laughed at the joke, but Anastasia simply looked up at her seat and the boy next to her, the same boy she had met in the corridors, the angel.
Deglutinating with difficulty, she quickly walked over to decrease the amount of time she could remain the center of attention and sat down in her seat, embarrassed by the situation.
"See you again, stranger," Kyle smiled at her side.
Anastasia nodded, not turning her gaze to the boy as she was glowing wildly. How could she be so hot just from the proximity of that boy?
The blonde closed her eyes for a few seconds before relaxing and following the lesson. Listening to the professor's voice seemed to give her relief, even if the proximity with Kyle was damned hot.
Hours passed with Anastasia in complete silence, taking neat notes and listening intently, all the while Kyle watched her smiling.
The newcomer could never have thought it would be that boy who would disrupt her school life and that of many other girls.
"For the next few weeks, in preparation for the group exam, I want you all to prepare an overall paper," the teacher said towards the end of class. Working in a group had never been in Anastasia's chords, feeling obliged afterward to complete the entire assignment alone while her classmates were having a blast "Since Mr. Genius of the class spent the whole hour smiling at the newcomer, Kyle will be in the group with Anastasia. Heaven forbid she teaches you anything."
The blonde opened her eyes wide, tightening her lips. She would be working closely with a boy she had just met, with whom she had become infatuated on the spot. Besides, he didn't even seem to be upset or angry about the group assignment, creating a strange unease within the newcomer.
"This is going to be fun," Kyle smiled, resting a hand on the girl's shoulder before walking away from the class as the bell rang.
Anastasia stood with bated breath until he walked out the door, followed by other classmates. The blonde smiled even though even she didn't quite know why. All of a sudden, she felt happy.
In the same room, a few seats behind the newcomer, someone was watching the scene in silence, with a mixture of amusement and jealousy.
***
At the end of class, back home after a particularly interesting day, Anastasia allowed herself a liberating but joy-filled scream. She felt like a child, now that she had met someone who did not treat her like a stranger.
He was so handsome, she still remembered the scent of his shirt, which she had smelt by pure chance when he leaned towards her to ask for an explanation during class. Just remembering that scene, Anastasia's face flushed again.
"Ana, don't run. Calm down,' she thought.
She was building castles in the air for something that had not happened, but inside her, she felt a whole new warmth.
Driven by these new sensations, the blonde started towards the gym. Despite her appearance, Anastasia was a trained girl, she loved to release tension by straining her body but without overexerting or putting on too much muscle mass.
Some of the guys working out noticed the strange girl's entrance completely out of place, laughing as she passed to enter the changing room. When Anastasia came out, the same boys were shocked by what they saw walking among them.
Abandoning the restraining shell of a pathological nerd and wearing clothing more appropriate for the gym, the blonde had shown a much more feminine body, her 36EE always and constantly concealed by oversized sweatshirts was now clutched in a black top, holding it up with superhuman strength.
With her flat stomach exposed, the black leggings with white lightning bolts cutting through the fabric struggled to hide her large and inviting ass, supported by two powerful-looking legs.
The blonde seemed to have been reborn after a lemonade with Aphrodite herself, radically changing the way she was seen by people. Her brown eyes protected by contact lenses peeked out at people who looked at her with their mouths open.
Normally, she was the classic shy and awkward girl, oriented towards study and discipline, but when Anastasia entered the gym, she became a completely new person. Shyness was replaced by a kind of temporary confidence, while her body bubbled with energy during training.
The blonde was flattered by the way people looked at her body, happy that even then no one dared to approach her, thinking that such a girl was unattainable to anyone.
Rarely does such a girl go unnoticed, especially if Anastasia was first known as the nerdy girl? Someone had taken a picture of the newcomer, taking her body completely and encompassing in that small space all that Anastasia had to offer, all in complete secrecy.
***
A few days later, Anastasia and Kyle started working together as a group at his house. A small cottage in the hills, away from the city center so they could have all the peace they could wish for.
Kyle was the son of pharmacists in the local town, which allowed the boy to indulge in a few whims as long as he went through school to get a degree, at least so that he could choose whether to continue the family business or create his path.
Together, the newcomer and the charming boy began to get to know each other better, discovering that they had many more interests in common than they seemed to.
Kyle had an entire room full of gadgets related to anime and manga. Two large bookshelves filled with volumes of manga and limited editions that Anastasia had only looked at from a distance.
Anastasia, on the other hand, had a flair for certain sports, going to the gym showed that even the last person you might have thought would play sports enjoyed working hard at physical exercises.
Laughing and joking, group work became less complicated, making each other's company much more pleasant and free of prejudice.
Neither of them knew exactly what the other might be thinking. Occasionally, their hands touched, and if before it was only Anastasia who withdrew, blushing, Kyle too began to do the same, blushing and pretending to focus on something else.
"Hey, Ana... um... I was wondering..." Kyle started to say, on the doorstep as the blonde stood still on the landing, ready to go home "Yeah, you know... I wanted to know if... you were with someone or..."
It was the first time Anastasia felt the boy being awkward in her presence, she was used to being the one who couldn't speak out of embarrassment. The question however made her immediately flare up.
"... N-no," she replied, "I'm single."
Kyle raised his eyes, dipping them into those of the blonde. A small smile grew on his lips, simply making Anastasia's embarrassment increase as she excused herself and almost ran off to go home.
"See you in class!" he shouted, but perhaps Anastasia was already far away.
The following week, Anastasia and Kyle discovered that their acquaintance greatly benefited the boy's school career.
"Glad Anastasia rekindled the hope of a promotion for our Kyle. They should make you a saint, girl," the teacher complimented.
The blonde smiled, less shy than at first now that she had Kyle on her side. The more time passed, the more the blonde felt attracted to the boy. She had had a few crushes along the way, but none had ever been as heated as with Kyle.
The boy gave the attention that no one had given her before and even seemed to defend her even to his classmates when they made some joke about blondes or Russian people.
Behind them, an anonymous girl was now fed up with all this. She had fallen in love with Kyle but had never dared to confide her feelings. Partly out of fear of rejection, partly out of fear of incurring the wrath of her ex-girlfriend.
During class, this girl picked up her mobile phone and then sent a photo to a number she knew very well. From that same number she had received threats about hitting on Kyle, and she knew that if she couldn't have him, neither would Anastasia. She pressed send and smiled into the silence.
***
By the time the mobile phone rang, Demi was already far from the classroom. Sitting on the stone ledge of the school building's roof, a smoking cigarette was in her hand while the other grabbed her black mobile phone.
"What does this bitch want?" she thought aloud.
Usually, she was accompanied by two lackey girls who followed her like good little dogs, wagging their tails and doing the brunette's bidding.
For some strange reason, one of the two girls had been sick the night before, thus skipping school, while the other girl was busy doing mouth work in the school toilets.
"Don't you want to know who's hitting on your man?"
Demi read the chat once more, suddenly feeling the wave of hatred explode in her chest. Who was the bitch who was flirting with her Kyle?
"Tell me the bitch's name or I'll kill you."
The brunette waited a few minutes before receiving an answer, too long for her who didn't like to wait. She hissed as the phone vibrated. Instead of some writing, there was a picture of a curvy, sexy blonde in a gym, working out while everyone watched her.
Demi inhaled all that remained of the cigarette, finally tossing the butt to the ground and standing up. Her black hair fluttered with a small gust of air as her 36EE of femininity tried to break through the too-tight black tank top she wore.
"Who is this whore?" she asked herself.
She did not recognize this girl; she had never seen her at school or in the neighborhood before. Still, such a girl was impossible to miss. She was too beautiful to go unnoticed.
Demi focused more on the details that might have shown her a way forward, but her eyes struggled to tear away from the girl's huge breasts, large and round enough to compare to her own.
"Where have I seen you before..."
Suddenly, the blonde's face seemed to light a light bulb in the brunette's memory. The girl in the picture was the same girl who had transferred from another school. Demi had collided with her, knocking her books to the floor to annoy her.
Incredulous that this stranger hid such a body under her nerdy clothes, her hatred could only grow more. She knew Kyle, and that girl was potentially a danger to her love life.
She and Kyle had broken up months ago over Demi's overbearing and arrogant behavior, but the brunette's feelings had never gone away. She wanted to get back with him, no matter what, so much so that she turned away every whore who flirted with the boy.
Just because the blonde was from another school she was not exempt from Demi's law, where everything she considered hers could not be touched, and Kyle was hers.
She opened her private group chat and sent out her directives. He had to find out as much information as possible about this girl so that he could make her pay in the worst way. How dare she flirt with Kyle without Demi's knowledge?
A short time later, the brunette knew how to act. It took little prompting and a few girls had told her what she wanted to know. The blonde was Kyle's group mate and the two often met to study. They probably hadn't even consummated, since the boy's grades had improved considerably.
There was still hope for Demi, she could get that bitch away before she got her hands in her man's pants. She smiled to herself, thinking of an exemplary punishment for the newcomer.
"Anastasia... get ready," Demi hissed, looking at the picture of the blonde, the enlarged image on her breasts.
***
The gym was unnaturally different that day, Anastasia felt a strange feeling inside that made her uncomfortable. Wandering with her eyes, she hadn't noticed anything different. Perhaps it was she who was different.
The volume of the music in the Bluetooth headphones turned down for a few seconds, a message had arrived on her mobile phone. The blonde finished the remainder of her series of squats before worrying about who had written to her.
For the past few weeks, Anastasia and Kyle had been exchanging phone numbers, and chatting about their interests as well as group work for school. In that same chat, a new message icon was.
"Hey, Ana. Can you come over to my place? I have something to tell you..."
The blonde's heart began to quicken. Her thoughts had immediately spilled over into love talk, after all, it had been a while since he seemed interested in Anastasia and she certainly felt the same.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he took deep breaths to try to calm himself down, but he felt genuine happiness preventing his heartbeats from slowing.
Time for a quick shower to remove the sweat and the nerdy version of Anastasia walked out of the gym.
Glancing from outside Kyle's house, the blonde sighed and worked up her courage, crossing the driveway and approaching the front door. Knocking, she had to wait a few seconds before the landlord came to greet her.
"Ana! What are you doing here? Did we have to study?" asked Kyle, looking at the smiling blonde.
Anastasia looked at him surprised. She had only come because she had received an invitation from him, otherwise, she would never have taken the courage to pay him a surprise visit.
"N-no... you're the one who told me to come. You had something to tell me, didn't you?" the blonde tried to explain.
Kyle looked at her doubtfully, trying to make up his mind if he had written to Anastasia but to no avail. After a few seconds, Kyle's eyes opened wide and everything was clear to him.
Leaving the blonde alone in the doorway, the boy started walking inside the house, up the stairs to the floor above. Anastasia didn't know what to do, but to stay outside she decided to go inside and close the door behind her.
Hanging up her coat, the girl looked around to see if Kyle was planning to return to her. Wondering if he had done something wrong, she walked up the stairs to follow the boy, beginning to hear his voice and that of another person.
"... you think you do?" Kyle's voice was angry and came from his room.
"... that bitch?!?" a female voice replied.
Anastasia couldn't recognize the voice, it was probably a girl she had never met. What was she doing at Kyle's house? Who was she? Curiosity and jealousy began to take over the blonde's body, and she decided to enter the bedroom.
"Kyle?"
The boy turned towards Anastasia, his always kind and angelic face now angry and his features hardened. Behind him, lying on the bed, was a black-haired girl. Her white tank top struggled to contain her breasts, while her shorts enhanced her ass.
"Oh, look who's here," smiled the brunette.
Anastasia recognized her immediately. She was the first person she met on the first day of school and the first person to make her realize how unwanted she was. What was she doing in Kyle's bed? Who was she to him?
"Demi, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" growled Kyle, turning back to the girl.
Demi smiled at her ex-boyfriend, rising to her knees on the mattress as her hands massaged her body.
"Isn't it obvious? I want to fuck you like always, my love."
The brunette said those words looking into Anastasia's eyes, hurting her on purpose as the blonde widened her eyes wider and wider. The Russian girl suddenly felt stupid, realizing that it was not Kyle who had invited her to his house but Demi. She had done it on purpose because she knew about Anastasia's feelings.
"We're not together anymore, Demi! Get it through your head" he shouted, then turned to the blonde "Ana, I'm sorry. It's not what it looks like."
"What? You prefer this nerdy bitch to me?" asked Demi annoyed "After all we've been through together, you prefer a bitch from another country to me?"
Demi had gotten out of bed, approaching the boy and the blonde. Anastasia immediately felt threatened, she could feel the girl's hatred towards her, and she could see it in her eyes.
"I-I... I'd better go," whispered the blonde, turning away.
"No, Ana. Wait!" tried Kyle to coax her.
"Let that bitch go, Kyle. She doesn't deserve you" Demi said venomously "She's not woman enough for you. I am and I'm here now."
At that moment, something snapped inside Anastasia. It was the first time she felt so... angry. Did she want to walk away and leave Kyle with that girl? Did she really want to just walk away like she always did? No, it wasn't going to end like that this time.
The blonde stopped abruptly, turning and walking back into the room. Her gaze had hardened, and Demi felt almost afraid of how the nerdy girl had changed.
“The only whore who has to leave here is you,” hissed Anastasia.
The blonde came back into the room with a fury she had never seen before, surprising both Demi who couldn't expect such a reaction and Kyle who was looking at a girl he didn't know he had met.
Demi slowly approached the newcomer, in her gaze only arrogance and hatred for what the blonde had just dared to say. Pressing her breasts into her rival's, covered by Anastasia's thick, classic sweatshirt, their faces remained a few inches apart.
"Excuse me? Don't you dare call me bitch, bitch," hissed the brunette in the blonde's face?
Anastasia was still charged with adrenaline, the sensations inside her drove her to perform actions she would normally never have done. She felt the weight of her rival's breasts in hers but forced herself to look forward defiantly.
"You are the one who is not woman enough... whore"
Anastasia slowly hyphenated the last word, letting her voice run towards Demi's face, slapping her with outrageous courage. The blonde pushed herself towards the brunette, and it was Demi's turn to feel something through the fabric.
The brunette's mouth opened slightly, surprised. Of course, the newcomer's boldness was incredible, but what the brunette felt pressing against her chest was more so. Hidden by that fabric was something that felt like it could fight her.
Demi's jealousy became too strong to keep at bay. The Russian student had already crossed the line when she had started flirting with her man, but the sight of the blonde's breasts in that picture was cause for primal hatred and jealousy.
"Russian cxnt," growled Demi, "you think you can come here and steal what's mine? To hell with it!"
The brunette pushed Anastasia away, who stumbled back surprised until she slammed into the wall. Demi smiled wickedly, lowering her hands to lift her camisole past her head.
Demi's breasts leaped out free and wild, completely mirroring the girl who sneered as she lifted them with her hands, directing them towards the blonde. The Russian girl couldn't help but lower her gaze to the brunette's chest. Demi's tits were great, round, and solid looking. Anastasia looked up, a mixture of intimidation and jealousy in her eyes towards that pair of breasts.
"Come on, bitch. I know what you're hiding, why don't you show it to him too."
Anastasia widened her eyes. Kyle had never seen her body without her habitual clothes. The desire to show it to him was something that had to be followed by a fiery night, she wanted the revelation of her body to be a surprise.
By now the blonde was completely into the situation, there was no point in backing out now. She couldn't back down against her, she couldn't back down in front of him.
Giving her rival a serious look, Anastasia began to remove her sweatshirt. Her breasts completely stunned Kyle, unaware that such a majestic pair of breasts was hiding under those baggy clothes.
The blonde continued to undress until her breasts were free of all restraints. Demi planted her eyes on the Russian couple, surprised at how big they were.
They looked so strong and dense that they could even be better than her. No, that was not possible. She was the best.
Smiling, Demi began to close the distance separating her from the blonde. Anastasia began to do the same, a serious expression on her face. Although she was clear on the situation, Anastasia felt no embarrassment at being seen in that state by Kyle. The adrenaline seemed to have given her a confidence she only had when she was training.
As soon as the pairs of breasts were close enough, Demi thrust forward suddenly, thrusting her perfect tits into the blonde's.
"Bitch!"
***
Demi immediately pushed her breasts forward, thrusting her graces into Anastasia's, who grunted but managed not to flinch. Kyle watched as the blonde's breasts seemed to wrap around his ex-girlfriend's. The brunette grunted, incredulous as she felt Anastasia's tits press into hers.
Demi began to slide her chest over her rival's, trying to pull her big tits through the blonde's breasts. Anastasia's flesh trembled, but Demi's tits met great resistance, causing both girls to moan from the grinding pressure.
Demi's tits held their shape, while Anastasia's breasts shifted slightly, bending and shifting against the brunette's beauty. The ex-girlfriend brought her hands to the blonde's shoulders, giving Anastasia a chance to grit her teeth and lean forward, knocking her rival off balance. Quickly, Anastasia threw her breasts upwards, her heavy tits crushing the underside of Demi's breasts. The brunette moaned as pain shot through her chest, stumbling back to avoid falling.
Anastasia wasted no time, taking advantage of her rival's loss of balance to swing her breasts to the left. The meaty blow left Demi open-mouthed as she felt the blonde's breast thrust heavily into her own, molding itself against her rival's flesh before regaining its original shape.
"Slut!" growled Anastasia "You don't deserve it!"
The blonde continued to slap Demi's tits, managing to keep the brunette off balance and unable to respond to the assault. The brunette's legs kept stumbling around the room as Anastasia continued to mercilessly strike the arrogant bitch. Each blow made the flesh of Demi's breasts quiver, the color of the flesh turning redder and redder from the continued contact.
"That's... that's great..." said Kyle, shifting to get a better view of the duel.
He couldn't imagine such a turn of events. The girls in front of him were fighting, for him, using their huge breasts! It was the most exciting thing he had ever seen, his eyes were glued on the two pairs of breasts fighting without taking a second off.
Anastasia turned towards him, smiling mischievously as her competitive side came out. Biting her lip, the blonde lowered her gaze to the boy's erection, then raised to meet his gaze. Demi watched the exchange of glances, feeling her hatred increase exponentially.
"Don't you dare!" hissed the brunette.
The blonde had stopped looking at her rival, allowing Demi the chance to recover before storming off again. The ex-girlfriend grabbed her rival's arms, grabbing the blonde's forearms and thrusting forward. Anastasia groaned in surprise, glancing back at her rival as she stumbled back from the sudden blow as Demi's breasts displaced the blonde's flesh. The blonde grunted again, grabbing the brunette's arms, in turn, to get back on balance, pushing her shoulders back and imitating the brunette.
Demi's tits thrust down into Anastasia's pair, causing her to grunt before she lifted her breasts into her enemy's lower chest, seeing a gleam of frustration and discomfort in Demi's eyes. The brunette slid her tits in and slowly pushed forward, as Anastasia's eyes, felt the brunette's nipples push into her flesh, sliding painfully all over her breasts. Demi without warning pulled back and thrust forward.
Kyle listened excitedly to the fleshy, wet sound of sweaty flesh slamming together as Anastasia's breasts were thrust for a moment. Demi's breasts flattened at the point of impact, but it was Anastasia who seemed to have the worst of it. Smiling, the brunette pushed forward again, forcing Anastasia's breasts outwards.
"He's mine, bitch. You'll never have him."
The blonde moaned again, losing her balance as her rival continued to pursue her, now free as Anastasia's arms were thrown out to avoid falling. Demi continued to attack, pushing her breasts into the underside of Anastasia's tits, managing to knock her onto her back, but as she fell the blonde managed to grab her rival again and bring her down with her.
During the fall, the brunette toppled over completely, her face coming into contact with her rival's stomach. Still feeling her breasts in close contact with Anastasia's, Demi's arms flew to clutch the girl's body on the ground. Anastasia moaned loudly, feeling her breasts being crushed by the brunette's heavy tits.
"Fuck no!" growled Anastasia, grabbing her rival the same way.
Squeezing each other, their bodies began to roll on the floor, both girls trying to get the top position to get a distinct advantage. Kyle watched ecstatically as the two girls ground their tits together and rolled on the floor together. Grunts and moans escaped their lips as the two girls' flesh swelled between them.
Eventually, Demi managed to pin Anastasia down, bringing her toward the wall so that the blonde no longer had a chance to roll. As the blonde groaned in frustration, trying to move, Demi kept her breasts pressed against the blonde's, moving slowly as she kept her anchored to the floor. Finally, they were face to face again, the brunette on top watching her rival amused.
"Bitch!" growled the blonde angrily, thrusting her breasts upwards.
The brunette smiled wickedly, responding to the rival attack forcefully as she kept the blonde's body anchored to the ground. Seeing Kyle approaching and lowering himself so as not to miss every second of the duel, Demi lifted her gaze toward him. In the brunette's hazel eyes, the boy could see lust and determination as Demi imagined the boy's erection inside her once more.
"You bitch" moaned the blonde "You will pay dearly".
Anastasia watched the scene, looking for a way to save herself. She felt her breasts being battered and softening more and more, and she couldn't afford it. Demi was busy flirting with her ex-boyfriend, and the blonde felt her rival's grip ease slightly. Opening her eyes wide and gritting her teeth, Anastasia thrust her hips up, lifting Demi's body as the brunette's breasts pressed harder into the blonde's.
Demi yelped in surprise and pain from the blow to her belly, feeling herself being thrown off and allowing Anastasia to slide out of the danger zone. Kyle watched as the blonde's huge tits were flushed before the Russian girl pulled herself up onto her knees and leaped towards her rival. Demi was already up on her knees, throwing herself at the blonde in turn. Both girls moaned as their breasts met in the middle, their flesh deformed by waves that started at the point of impact and spread across their chests.
The blonde and brunette pulled back, the cold air on their breasts after contact sent a shiver down their backs before Demi grabbed Anastasia's shoulders, the blonde followed suit a second later. This time, Demi pushed frontally, while Anastasia greeted the blow in the same way, shuddering as the brunette's breasts lowered to the top of her own.
Demi's tits pressed hard, flattening Anastasia's pair slightly from above, causing her to breathe heavily.
"Your soft pillows will be destroyed by my girls, bitch," Demi hissed arrogantly.
The brunette said the last words as she quickly thrust forward several times, lowering her breasts onto Anastasia's, which molded slightly around the rival pair, before slowly returning to their original shape. Anastasia's moan was the loudest she had made so far, her flesh being pushed slowly outwards.
Demi pushed her large tits back into Anastasia's, forcing them to jiggle on her chest as she finally kept her breasts in complete contact with her rivals. Both pairs squeezed and trembled incredibly as their breasts shifted and folded into each other, molding together and slipping thanks to the sweat on their skin, which mixed during the duel.
Anastasia pulled back suddenly, before crashing hard into the brunette's pair. The blow was hard and meaty, Kyle's eyes widened as he watched Demi's flesh warp against the blonde's pair as Anastasia's breasts crashed into Demi's.
The brunette moaned at the impact, her breasts being pushed away by Anastasia's pair, who then pushed her breasts to the side, forcefully ramming her rival's breasts. Kyle was surprised to see this struggle back and forth, with Anastasia beginning to work Demi's tits with her own. The brunette tried to fight back but the blonde intercepted each blow before she could do any damage.
Groaning, Demi felt Anastasia's continued moves slowing down, however. When the blonde charged a swing to the left, Demi snapped forward and thrust her breasts against the rival pair amid the movement. Anastasia moaned, feeling how the rival tits penetrated her flesh before Demi began to counter the blonde's moves. Having stopped the rival rush, Demi hurried to grind her huge breasts into Anastasia's.
The blonde's eyes widened as Demi pulled back and immediately threw herself forward, moaning as the brunette's breasts slammed into the rival flesh. The brunette continued thrusting downwards at her breasts, sliding as she pressed into the enemy pair before pulling back and thrusting upwards.
"I will flatten you, you damn bitch," hissed Anastasia in frustration.
Squinting, the blonde went back, thrusting her huge breasts into the bottom of the rival pair, making her moan as her grip seemed to loosen to give the blonde more room to maneuver.
The Russian girl quickly raised her breasts, slapping them into the underside of Demi's tits, the flesh trembling after the impact as Demi bounced back, breaking the grip each had on the other.
Standing motionless and panting for a few seconds, the two girls stared at each other in a doggy stare for long seconds, their faces sweaty and tired. Suddenly, they both rushed against each other, and together they hugged each other tightly, locking their hands behind their opponent's backs with effort. They both squeezed tightly, sending their breasts against each other in the middle.
The blonde's huge breasts pressed against Demi's, being ground together relentlessly. The brunette's tits responded in the same way, and it seemed that such dense torque pushed Anastasia's tits around, before being pushed out with equal force. The brunette arched her back, trying to push her breasts harder into Anastasia's, who grunted as she felt the pressure on her chest increase.
Both girls felt the enemy pair thrusting and squeezing every little inch of their breasts, each tightening their grip more and more as the heat mixed with the unrelenting pain pulsing in their breasts. Anastasia arched her back in turn, increasing the pressure in the duel and bringing herself to the limit of her endurance.
Kyle watched eagerly as Demi's breasts seemed to slowly push Anastasia's large tits outwards, and a second later the brunette's flesh seemed to warp to make way for Anastasia's stronger pair. Both girls cried out clenching even harder, raising their faces to the sky as their breasts pressed completely together in a showdown full of pain and suffering.
"Enough! I give up!" they shouted.
Both girls pushed themselves away from their rivals and carried beyond the upper limit of pain tolerance. Their breasts had liquefied together, powerless to overcome the enemy pair and arousing immense explosive pain in each girl. In tears, Anastasia and Demi collapsed onto their backs, hands on their battered and defeated breasts, still unaware of what had just happened.
The awareness of having lost the opportunity to win the duel, bearing the pain of that long but important extra second, the heaviness of having faltered that tiny moment and having lost the chance to prove themselves better than their rival in front of the boy they both wanted. Anastasia and Demi looked up at the ceiling, fully aware of what had happened.
"THAT WAS... THAT WAS AMAZING!"
Kyle's shouted words allowed them both to come out of their whirlwinds of thoughts, mentally trapped in trying to find an excuse for what had happened, and why they had surrendered to their rival. Seeing the boy's enthusiasm, Demi seemed to regain her energy, leaning back on her elbows.
"Well, it looks like I won," hissed the brunette, "You surrendered before me."
Anastasia's eyes widened, there was no way such a thing could have happened. The girl in front of her was trying to twist the truth to her advantage, even though it was obvious that she was the better woman.
"No, fuck it," Anastasia replied, sitting up hastily. Anger had given her strength she didn't think she had "You're the one who gave up first!"
"What?!" hissed Demi, reaching for her rival "You're the one who was feeling your tits give way against mine, bitch. You screamed first!"
"Bullshit! You're the one who gave in first! My breasts were flattening yours and you couldn't take the pain!"
Kyle watched as the two girls screamed in each other's faces, their red, battered breasts bouncing slightly as they gesticulated and insulted each other. Each thought they had won, unable to accept that their rival was better. After a few minutes, Anastasia turned towards him, followed by Demi.
"He definitely saw!" the blonde shouted.
"Yes, he saw how I won. Right, honey?" asked the brunette.
The guy stared intently into their fiery eyes, both full of prayer and confidence, both the blonde and the brunette waited to hear their name come out of the boy's lips.
"Girls... it was a tie. You screamed at the same time, it's impossible."
"Fuck you!" shouted Demi, getting up overwhelmingly "Fuck you. Fuck you dick! Fuck your tits! Fuck you all!"
Screaming, the brunette walked out of the room, donning the tank top she had arrived in as she walked down the hallway flapping her feet. The two remaining in the room spent moments of silence before they heard the front door slam. Soon after, Anastasia also began to dress to leave.
"Ana, I..." but the girl's disappointed look made the words die in their throats.
The blonde grabbed her things, walking quickly towards the exit. She felt a deep sorrow inside her, related to not being able to prove that she was the better woman to the boy she loved, where he had acknowledged the draw of their duel.
"Will you do it again?" asked Kyle, after running towards the girl before she had left.
With tears in her eyes, Anastasia closed the door behind her. The boy's words were only a faint noise, unable to enter the sphere of thoughts that would haunt Anastasia late into the night.
***
The next day, the first few hours of the class passed peacefully for Anastasia. Her partner was absent for a doctor's appointment, and the blonde was able to breathe a sigh of relief at not talking about what had happened the day before with Kyle.
During the first break, the blonde headed to her locker so she could change her books for her next class, but once she opened the metal door, a small piece of paper fell to the floor.
Anastasia picked up the piece of paper, reading the contents of the note and inviting her to meet in the gymnasium's women's bathroom at 9 a.m. that day. The blonde immediately realized who the sender of the note was, and looked at her watch to discover that she had a few minutes before the meeting.
Almost running, Anastasia reached the bathroom. As soon as the girl came through the door, Demi grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her against the wall, holding her steady with her hands on her shoulders.
"Good, you're here," smiled the brunette.
"I'm not afraid of you," grunted the blonde, trying to wriggle out of the way.
"Oh, I know that much" Demi squinted her eyes "But that's not enough to be better than me"
Demi's voice was quieter than usual, and Anastasia felt her grip loosen on her shoulders.
"What do you want?" the blonde asked, gritting her teeth.
"What do I want? I want..." Demi leaned into the blonde, pushing her breasts into her rival's "I want to fix things, I can't accept a draw. I'm better... and I need to prove it to you. Not for Kyle, but for me."
Anastasia felt the weight of Demi's tits pressing against hers, but the girl's words resonated crystal clear in her mind. She found she had the same desire, she could not accept the draw. She had to prove that she was better than the girl in front of her.
"Bitch, the desire is mutual" Anastasia hissed, before pushing herself off the wall and slamming Demi's back against the other wall, pressing her breasts into her rival's "But I'm better than you, remember that"
"Whore!" Demi groaned, before pushing the blonde away, who stumbled back.
The two girls glared at each other, gnashing their teeth and standing up in all their glory. They approached each other slowly, without looking away, until the light touch of their clothes. At that moment, the hands of both girls flew to their rival breasts, passing under their loose t-shirts, squeezing hard and mercilessly the bare flesh of their rival breasts, bra-less as they were too sore to wear one.
The mere touch of the rival fingers was enough to elicit moans of pain from the girls, whose bodies began to bend to resist the excruciating pain they were experiencing and inflicting. The two pairs of breasts went through intense and endless seconds of pure pain before the bell for the start of classes rang in the institute.
Both students let go, bringing their hands to their aching breasts, and exchanging glances filled with hatred and jealousy.
"You may be the best among all the others, but I am the absolute best, whore," hissed the brunette.
"Not in a thousand years, bitch," grunted the blonde.
Anastasia and Demi had fought a battle, but the war was still long. They still didn't know what the news of their duel would trigger.
