The two girls collided again, again hard and mercilessly, screaming as their huge breasts met halfway. The brunette's breasts seemed to engulf the blonde's spheres, a pained grimace on her face.
Taking a step back, the two rivals crashed together again, then started slamming their breast against each other, their breathing hard and fast, accompanied by grunts as they pushed around the room.
The brunette moaned in pain, immediately charging forward and crashing into her rival with a powerful frontal collision. The blonde's legs shook from the blow, causing her to collapse to the ground.
Screaming in frustration, she quickly stood up, finding the brunette attacking her aggressively, pushing her into the wall behind her. The blonde's body was pinned to the cold wall, both moaning and grunting as the blonde pushed herself away from the wall, the pressure swelling their boobs pressed together.
The brunette staggered back, enough to separate a few steps. They both began rubbing their pride, staring at each other with hatred.
"Yeah bitch" the brunette hissed with an arrogant smile "Feel how those bags are failing"
"Fuck you!" growled the blonde "When I'm done with them, your pathetic breasts will be just a memory"
Charging at each other again, colliding with a loud slap, screaming in pain and rage. The brunette and the blonde continued to slam their breasts with renewed commitment.
Their faces were disfigured by grimaces of pain, the lips that let out moans and grunts while neither managed to get the desired advantage over the other.
For a single second, the brunette's knees gave way abruptly. She regained her balance quickly, but the blonde's smile only made her more furious.
In a volley of blows, the blonde and the brunette slapped her breasts together, slamming them from every direction until the blonde's face went white as she dropped to one knee in pain.
"That's right, bitch. Stay down," the breathless brunette growled.
Both of their breasts were red and swollen, their nipples swollen from the constant battle. The blonde stood up gritting her teeth, but the brunette immediately slammed her breast into the rival couple, driving her back against the wall.
Coming back, the blonde attacked intensely, surprising even the brunette who still didn't expect all this energy from her opponent.
Charging and slamming their breasts together, the snap of the flesh was drowned out by the screams of both girls. They both stumbled back, aching.
The brunette bent over at the waist, cradling her breasts as the blonde did the same, leaning against the wall. Both breathing heavily.
Slowly rising, they charged again, the hard impact between their breasts echoing in their minds, as well as the coveted edge in the exchange. It was clear to both.
Fear in the eyes of one who felt the rival breasts start to get the better of the other girl who charged forward again, slamming her big tits into the weaker pair.
The blow sent her rival falling backward, the clear presence of the better woman taking control. The other girl refused to give up, butted into each other again, engaging in a mutual bearhug.
They began to moan nonstop, trying to flatten each other's breasts with their own, stumbling and struggling against each other, resting their heads on each other's shoulders, throwing them back when the sun was too strong.
Suddenly, the blonde was overwhelmed again, breaking her grip and falling to her knees with a cry of pain. Her hands were immediately on her defeated breasts, the feeling of being crushed again was too much to bear.
"Noooooo!"
The brunette took a step back, rubbing her aching breasts. A victorious smile on her lips as she thrust her chest out, lifting her huge tits, proud and powerful from her.
"No matter how hard you try, you'll always remain a weak whore," growled the brunette.
The blonde began to whimper, looking at her nearly destroyed breasts. The brunette took out her cell phone, immortalizing the scene, and sending it to the group with her friends.
"Remember your place, bitch" Demi growled "There's no way you can top me"
Martina kneeled on the ground, listening to the footsteps of her rival as she came out of the school closet, leaving her alone and defeated. Again.
***
Ana was looking at the picture on the school blog, wondering if it was possible to continue watching that scene. Demi was standing, tall and sexy above Martina's defeated body, the blonde who continued to challenge her but with no chance of victory.
“The fate of the head cheerleader seems to always be the same,” Vanitas quoted in the post, marking the obvious truth. Demi seemed too strong for her blonde counterpart, which made Ana nervous.
She struggled to remember the first encounter she had with the brunette, it seemed so long ago that she almost felt nostalgic. The meeting at Kyle's house was what sparked the next ones, the first appearance in the Vanitas blog and the first time he felt like an equal with someone.
Maybe it was the first time she even fought over a boy, Kyle had been very kind to her, a transfer student who didn't know anyone. Demi, however, was the exact opposite of her, seeing in her a rival who threatened to steal what she wanted.
That episode of hers unlocked within Ana of hers her sure and determined streak of hers, which brought her to where she is now. Sitting in the café behind the school, a glass of peach tea in front where one of the ice cubes was completely melting, leaving the other two brothers alone.
"Did you see it too?"
Her voice snapped Ana back to reality, pulling her out of the world her mind created. Claire sat across from her, her cell phone clutched in her hand. On the screen, the same image of Demi and Martina that the Russian student was watching.
Ana nodded, closing the blog. Summer was just around the corner, there were just a few days left for the semester, and she couldn't afford to worry about a girl she hadn't had anything to do with for some time.
Claire took Ana's hand in both of hers, giving him a comforting look once he sensed her thoughts. Ana had told her all about her, about the difficulty in integrating and how Kyle had played a fundamental role. Claire felt that she hated Demi the moment Ana told her how he was treating her.
The idea that such a girl could go to the same school as them made her nervous, but Ana had managed to put her in her place. And it wasn't just the Russian student who made it clear to Demi not to raise her crest too much.
"Demi is not invincible, Ana" smiled the brunette "She got what she deserved last month"
It was true. Ana had seen it with her eyes…well, indirectly. On her school blog the crown collapse article had come out, the image of a defeated and sobbing Demi was unnatural, seeing the blonde woman standing over her.
Amanda had aroused a certain jealousy in Ana, that teacher was the only one who managed to defeat Demi at her game, that woman had proved to be better than Ana herself. Deep down, the Russian student couldn't help but wonder if she, too, would have had the same fate as Demi if she had confronted that woman.
“Thank you,” Ana smiled, returning her grip to her friend.
The blonde understood the brunette's intent in cheering her up. Ever since Ana and Claire met, they've been spending a lot of time together, each discovering a precious friendship towards the other.
Claire had to admit that everything she had gone through with Tom was worth it, the meeting with Ana was a worthy reward for her work, and the blonde had proved to be a good friend of hers towards her, accepting her as it was.
“I wonder how Martina feels…” Ana wondered.
Since she'd joined the cheerleading corps, the two blondes had begun to bond. They certainly hadn't become friends, Martina turned out to be too arrogant for Ana's tastes, and being also the leader of her group it was difficult to be able to talk to her openly.
Also, Martina seemed to have some predisposition to face Ana, but the Russian student had never been sure. The blonde could openly challenge her without problems, but whenever the time seemed right, the head cheerleader would stop and go back to having a calm temper.
Despite this strange behavior, Ana felt sad to hear an acquaintance of hers being continually defeated by Demi. That was the second time Martina was defeated by the brunette, and Martina's psyche could only be undermined by it.
"I wonder how she's…" Ana's voice was barely a whisper.
The cell phone vibrated, and the lighted screen showed the head cheerleader's name. Claire and Ana looked at each other, before reading the contents of the message together.
Martina needed help, the reason was Demi.
***
"Mmmmmmmmpppffffff"
The scream of rage was stifled by the pillow, her voice was unable to explode as it should have, holed up in Martina's head as she screamed.
Her watery eyes could make out absolutely nothing of the ceiling. It was still late at night, and the blonde couldn't get that image out of her mind.
A few days had passed, yet Demi's smile was still imprinted on her head, the pain in her breasts continued to throb at the mere memory of her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The voice of the cap cheerleader's thoughts continued to insult the world, unable to understand how Martina managed to lose again.
"I was so close! I had her in my grasp!"
They were just words, too different from the actual events. The blonde felt she was getting closer and closer to bending her rival.
When Martina learned of Demi and Amanda, she couldn't contain her happiness at her. Finally, someone silenced that whore. Someone had put Demi in her place!
Someone… but it wasn't her. She cared less than she expected, she felt deep happiness now that Demi no longer seemed unbeatable.
Her confidence brought her back into the limelight again, she knew Demi was weaker than before now that she'd discovered she wasn't as strong as she thought.
Martina knew that her chance had finally arrived to see all her pain in her life repaid, the chance to put an end to her obsession with that girl.
"She will fall… and with her, all the past"
It was a necessity for Martina, a way to close the door on what she was before to be what she is now.
Especially now that she had the last of her body growing, her previous bra had gotten too tight, and she was now wearing a 36EE just like Demi.
"Last time she only won on size. This time she'll do it differently"
Martina was convinced of this, leading Demi to fight without any warning. When the blonde met the brunette in her corridors, she motioned for her to follow her into the school closet.
The start of the battle was fair, with neither holding a significant lead over the other. But in the long run, Martina felt that constant fear of defeat that she had already felt playing against her.
Eventually, she had to give in to the pain, unable to accept defeat again. Why was Demi so unreachable? Why couldn't she put an end to this?
Another muffled scream, before she gasped for breath, feeling her lungs burn. No, she couldn't give up. She had to come back and fight again. She…would she bear another defeat?
Martina had two weights weighing on her body, one that demanded that everything be resolved, the other that oppressed her in fear of her.
If Demi had again proved to be better than her, how would Martina have reacted? Would she have been the same? Or would she have fallen into the abyss of despair?
"No… I can't allow it"
Martina decided to do what she never wanted. It wasn't in her nature to do that, but she couldn't help it. Ask for help.
To the one person, Demi hated as much as she hated the brunette. It was the only way. The next day she asked Ana to meet her at the gym.
There would be no one, only Martina and Ana… and Claire. The blonde didn't think it was a problem if that girl came, Ana had assured her discretion, so she had to trust her.
When the two girls arrived, Martina explained in no uncertain terms what she wanted from Ana.
***
"How to defeat Demi?" Ana repeated the question, incredulous.
Martina remained silent, looking at her seriously. The Russian student returned her gaze, sighing after an endless second.
"I need help… I have to defeat Demi, and I need you"
Ana frowned at her. Demi was a distant thought, after the fight she and her brunette had never gotten closer. Luckily, she would dare say, Ana.
"And how?" asks the Russian student.
"I don't know. Teach me, show me… Something!"
Martina seemed more unconscious than before. Demi was also keeping tabs on her without being present. The head cheerleader had to get rid of that prison ASAP.
Claire saw the urgency in the blonde's eyes, a light reminiscent of hers when she was younger. The third girl felt empathetic towards the unknown one, so much so that she wanted to lend a hand.
"Maybe..." Claire began to say, remaining silent until now watching the two blondes talk "... we can try to show you something"
Ana and Martina turned to the only brunette in the gym. Having come late for class, there would be no one but the three of them that day.
When Claire looked at the Russian student, sensing the difficulty in interpreting her words, the brunette tried to explain.
"Ana and I have fought for a long time... maybe if Martina sees us fighting, maybe she could find a solution..."
As she spoke, Claire felt deeply embarrassed, thinking about what she was saying.
Martina widened her eyes after a few seconds, as realized the girl's idea. Ana felt the head cheerleader's body quiver as she moved closer to the brunette.
"Are you sure, Claire? We have no reason to…"
"Sure, Ana" she reassured her "It's to help a friend of yours, we can do it. Also…" Claire smirked, pushing her chest out "...Last time neither of us won, right?"
Ana returned her friend's gaze, starting to smile condescendingly. The Russian student nodded, mentally thanking the brunette as she turned to the blonde.
"If you're up for it, I'd say use the gym for this"
Martina nodded, going to get some mattresses to use for the purpose. As the head cheerleader prepared the makeshift ring, made up of a dozen rubber mats, the two remaining girls began removing their tops, leaving their tits bare.
Martina lingered to look at those magnificent breasts, one of all the ones that Demi hadn't been able to bend, wondering if she too could have the same result if she was on those mats.
"Ready Ana?" Claire asked, settling down on the mat. Her bare feet sank slightly.
"Do your best, Claire" the blonde replied confidently "and sorry if I call you a bitch, but it's part of the game"
Claire smiled back, and they both moved closer, speeding up the movement at the last second, bringing their breasts together with a little slap.
Despite the sweet words, Claire's competitiveness seemed to get the better of her ideas, her skin illuminated by the light from the gym as she still crashed her chest into Ana's.
The Russian student grunted as she absorbed the impact of rival breasts, forcing her pair into the enemy as she pressed her forearms to compensate for her damage.
Martina watched as the blonde began to lose ground, backing away two steps before planting them on the ground. Claire felt like a different person though, still slamming her breast into Ana.
"Come on, Ana. Is that all you got?" she growled at the brunette.
The Russian student gritted her teeth, searching for the opening before attacking again. She didn't expect her friend's impetus, finding herself on the defensive from the start. Ana smiled as she felt her competitive streak take over. Martina saw the girl's hands searching for her rival's, intertwining her fingers together as she began to push against the brunette.
Grunts of tension came from both girls as they pushed against each other, squeezing their breasts together, the flesh swelling in between as they tried to force each other back, the enormous pressure exerted on their breasts was incredible.
Claire felt her tits being squeezed by the rival pair, feeling the sudden increase in pressure on her chest, so she tried to pull away to slap Ana's chest, trying to regain control. Ana felt her friend try to inflict as much damage on her as possible, sensing that their rivalry was equal to their friendship.
Both wanted to be the girl with the best breasts, and both couldn't let the other win. Martina watched in ecstasy as those two buxom students slammed and pushed their breasts together, the sound of the meaty slaps coming low but steady, causing the head cheerleader's nipples to harden.
The exchange ended a few minutes later, both of them pushing apart with their arms when the pressure on their breasts seemed too great to bear. They couldn't figure out how long it had been since their duel started, but it seemed like they'd been fighting for an eternity judging by what they heard.
Their breasts were reddened, the constant contact had made both couples take on a greater color, both still feeling the weight of their rival's breasts on their own. Small beads of sweat had drawn on their breasts, the heat had already made their skin shiny.
“God, Claire,” Ana said as she caught her breath. “I thought you were better than this. Your tits are more pathetic than I remembered"
Her brunette narrowed her eyes, a half smile on her lips as she gasped.
“Ah, like I'm able to win. You just got lucky last time, bitch,” Claire replied before slamming her tits forward.
Ana hissed as her pair were struck by her rival, her flesh quivering as she cursed at her opponent. The blonde grit her teeth, coming back and pushing the brunette's tits back with hers, their 36EE pressed together, continuing to push each other.
Martina watched as the two girls continued to use their huge boobs to try and squeeze each other's pair, each trying to lock their rival's breasts into their cleavage and push back.
For Martina, it was impossible to tell who was ahead. The same was true for the two students, feeling how their breasts kept forcing themselves together without being able to overcome the other couple. Both felt like that day in the sauna, in a dangerous stalemate.
“F-fuck,” Claire moaned, trying to push her breasts forward.
“N-no you will, bitch,” the blonde hissed with difficulty, pushing back.
The pressure on their breasts grew more and more, as did the pain and constant difficulty keeping their breasts together with sweat. For Ana and Claire, it felt like their chests might sag under the mounting pressure at any moment.
They hadn't recovered enough energy since their last encounter, and their couples still suffered from it, crushed together in this women's battle of wills. A battle Claire seemed to lose, stepping back a few steps, holding her aching chest.
Ana staggered forward, managing to keep from falling as she brought her hands to her breasts, massaging them to ease the unending pain. She seemed to have forgotten the reason for this duel, but she was determined to be the last one standing.
“Looks like I'm winning…” Ana smiled, feeling she'd taken one step closer to victory.
"Not yet… bitch," the brunette hissed.
In a desperate rage, Claire closed the distance between her and her rival, throwing her arms out to hug the blonde around her waist, pulling her from her and keeping their bodies close and tight. Ana responded in kind, grabbing the brunette's hips and pushing her breasts against her with equal force.
Both slipped a leg between that of the rival, closing the space between the two as much as possible, struggling relentlessly with their flesh, the sweat mixing in the middle of their joined necks. A series of grunts and growls came from the lips of the two girls as they rocked back and forth on the mats, twisting their breasts to heighten the showdown between their steadfastness.
"Bitch..." Claire gasped, moaning but forcing herself to go on "My tits are gonna crush yours"
Ana didn't answer, fatigue was getting the better of her. Their bodies pressed together, shaking in pain and fatigue but none had thought to give in. Their bodies remained bound together in a furious war of attrition, continually pushing and squeezing. Standing on her toes, Ana managed to push her breasts down onto Claire's, pressing hard on them.
Her brunette moaned as she felt the pressure build, feeling her pair deform more. Growling, Claire rose to vault her, sending her breasts into the bottoms of the opposing pair. Both got off their toes after the exchange, returning to embrace with greater force, the flesh molding together.
Still slamming their breasts together, the battered couple met with a desperate wet slap, keeping them pressed together as their grip tightened again, arms trembling as only moans escaped their lips.
Both girls closed their eyes as they felt their stamina drop dramatically, endless seconds before their knees collapsed together, both falling to the floor with a series of moans, Claire onto Ana. Everything stopped abruptly as if a spell had broken.
Both girls looked into each other's eyes, before starting to laugh exhausted at seeing the frown on each other's faces. Martina smiled, she had just attended an exciting show and had found a way to fight against Demi.
The two students didn't even notice that the head cheerleader walked away from the gym, leaving them alone. Instinctively, Martina felt like leaving, as if she were the third wheel. Well, she had other things on her mind so it was for the best. She mentally thanked Ana and Claire for the show she had just witnessed before walking out of the gym.
“Haha… look at you, Ana. You're red as a pepper!" smiled Claire, still above the blonde.
"Me? It's you who seems to have come back with sunstroke!"
The two girls laughed heartily together. As their breath returned, they felt the heat emanating from each other's bodies. Looking into each other's eyes, that competitive streak had disappeared, returning to normal.
Ana's brown eyes mirrored Claire's same color, lowering to the girl's lips. The brunette did the same, before staring back at Ana, and slowly, their lips pressed together. Opening them slightly, they ran their tongues over each other in small movements, inhaling as their breasts remained mingled together.
Two wet tongues unfurled their full length, hidden by the sealed mouths as the two students intertwined and brought them into contact as much as possible.
Ana's lips closed on Claire's tongue, starting to suck it gently, the brunette let out a small moan. Then the roles reversed, Claire began to suck Ana's tongue gently, while the blonde moaned softly.
They kissed normally again, tongues wriggling around each other, almost trying to avoid parting even for a minute. The other girl's warm breaths on her face as the sound of wet kisses accompanied them.
The two girls pressed their sweaty bodies closer together, feeling their hearts beat faster as the kiss continued.
A slow kiss, barely ten seconds, but that felt like a mutual reward for what they'd just done. Helping a friend, playing with another, and developing an incredible friendship and rivalry. That kiss had sealed that bond between the two of them.
The two students remained for a few more minutes, lying down together, stroking their hair, in the complete silence of the gymnasium.
***
Demi paced the shelves in the store, had been off school on time, and was now running late for her appointments.
It never happened that she went out on time, she usually skipped a class or two of the boring ones that didn't serve to fail her.
But that day she had been forced to stay in the school, the whore teacher had put her under strict surveillance, and now she could no longer act freely.
"Damn bitch," the brunette thought angrily.
Since she'd lost to Amanda, her malign aura had quickly disintegrated in the institution. The blonde professor made sure to always be there when Demi tried to bully someone.
And just remembering what had happened in the bathroom made the student nervous. She could have taken that teacher, she had lost but she was stronger.
Demi didn't want to admit that she was second to none, especially that woman! She remembered the humiliation of defeat, and she couldn't get the blonde one out of her mind.
Every time he saw her in her corridor, Demi created a feeling of unease inside her, in stark contrast to her strong character, however forcing her to give up on what she was doing.
Demi's eyes went to the hanging bras, she needed something that could make her feel sexy and menacing. Something that she would scream at her her fury if she saw her as a rival.
A burgundy bra, with a helping of black lingerie, seemed to impress the girl. Her hand grabbed the edge of it, but in her field of vision, another hand grabbed the same bra. The only 36EE.
“What the fuck, this is mine,” Demi hissed, turning to the other person.
"Don't even think about it," the girl growled.
The brunette was silent, this person hadn't been afraid of her, yet she was sure she had seen her at school. This sent Demi into a rage, who without thinking pushed her torso into the girl's.
"Bitch. I said it's mine. This is too big to…" Demi looked down at the other student's chest.
Demi's eyes widened slightly, she hadn't realized which pair she had in front of her until she looked down.
A pair of huge breasts, as big as Demi's, were barely hidden by a white shirt with drawstrings that kept her chest closed. Above the enormous neckline, a necklace with a name written on it, probably that of the owner.
"Sarah"
***
"How the fuck is that possible!?"
Sarah's voice boomed from her bedroom, followed by the thump of her bare feet kicking against the ground in anger. The sound of the bedroom door slammed open, and Tornado Sarah hurtled down the stairs.
Seated on the sofa were Sarah's father and her sister, although it would be better to call her half-sister since she was born of her first marriage, while Sarah of her second. Ironically, they were the same age, but luckily for their father, they went to different schools.
"What's that always gotta scream?" her older sister asked impatiently.
The father shrugged, it wasn't the first time Sarah had come downstairs angry about something, and it was usually the other daughter's fault. Almost always. Even now.
"Where's my bra?" Sarah asked, standing in front of her sister "Where is it!?"
Sarah planted her dark eyes in her sister's, both knowing exactly which bra she meant. A few days earlier, Sarah and her sister had fought over that bra, the same one that her brunette was wearing on the day of her meeting with Ana.
Sarah and her sister fought tits to tits for an eternity, where Sarah prevailed, keeping that bra. And now, she couldn't find it.
"Dunno, it must be somewhere," said the sister, brushing her hair and going back to reading the book "Maybe I forgot it from one"
Her response only enraged Sarah, her hand closing in a fist, ready to be used. However, her father intervened to keep the peace, handing Sarah some money.
"Here, go buy yourself a new one," he smiled.
He was the only one who could calm things down right now. Sarah looked at the money, before sighing and taking it. She threw one more hateful look at her sister, which she returned with a victorious smile, before walking out.
The store wasn't too far, Sarah walked into the one where she was sure to find her size. She had already found several nice bras there, so why not come back?
When she saw that burgundy bra with a portion of black lingerie and the laces of the same color as the fabric, Sarah's eyes lit up. At first glance, it was perfect in size too. It had to be hers.
She grabbed for it, but when she did, she saw another hand take it. Turning around, she saw her dark eyes glaring at her.
"What the fuck, this is mine," the brunette hissed.
"Don't even think about it," growled Sarah.
The brunette was silent, a strange unknown on her face. Sarah knew who she was in front of her, she had certainly seen her blog more than once.
Yet she didn't seem to know that girl. Better, she Sarah didn't want to have problems, but if Demi had caused them, she knew how to fight back.
"Bitch. I said it's mine. This is too big to…" Demi looked down at the other student's chest.
Sarah watched as Demi gasped at seeing her chest, pushing it out with her shoulders and grinning arrogantly.
Demi wasn't the only one who could show off such large breasts, there was also Sarah who could put an end to her primacy.
Sarah pushed back, letting her twins press into Demi's pair as they looked at each other, her bra contested in her hand.
Demi took a step back, her eyes widening. Gritting her teeth, she slammed her breasts forward harder, forcing Sarah to take a step back.
Sarah hissed, pulling herself together and slamming back. The little corner of the shop began to be filled with little lumps of fabric, the clothed breasts continually used as battering rams as the two were battling it out over a bra.
The exchange became more heated, as well as the noise. Sarah and Demi began to grunt as they smacked their breasts head-on with stubborn consistency.
Demi thrust forward, making Sarah grunt she looked down at her to see their chests squeeze slightly. It was Sarah's turn to thrust forward, marking the beginning of a steady rhythm of thrusting between them, both feeling their chests straining together through the tissues.
Both looked down from time to time, trying to figure out who might be getting the upper hand, forcing each other to take a small step back with each push.
"Is there any problem?"
A female voice behind Demi's back made the two girls stop. The bully turned slightly to see the shopkeeper with her hands on her hips.
Sarah jumped at the chance, taking advantage of the girl's surprise as she turned to the owner. With a push of her breasts, she managed to snatch the disputed bra from her hand.
Demi turned away soon after, but by now Sarah had already taken a step away, one looks victorious as she tucked her bra back into place.
"No, nobody. Although I think she's trying to steal"
Demi's eyes widened, turning to the shopkeeper in denial. However, the worm of doubt had already been inserted, and the bully had to be searched, leaving Sarah all the time to pay for the bra and get away from her.
You'll pay for it, thought Demi, still angrier than ever.
Demi's cell phone rang Martina's number on the screen—just one ring as if to get attention.
When the call notification disappeared, the blonde's challenge message was in the foreground. The only positive note in the whole day.
"The bitch just doesn't want to be in her place," she sneered at the brunette.
The fight would have been for a specific day. The last day of lessons is just the last chance before the start of the summer holidays. Demi smiled, thinking how desperate Martina was.
***
Desperation was mixed with determination in the young head cheerleader's body. During class hours, Martina continued to ruminate on what would happen from then on, looking at the clock as it kept getting closer and closer to the pre-established time.
Inside her, her heart was pounding as she felt a growing weight on her chest. She was… scared. That day was the last of the semester, and it would probably mark her life forever.
In her heart, Martina knew that if she didn't win against Demi, she would never be able to recover from that defeat. Her whole body, mind, and reputation would be destroyed. How? She didn't know it either, but she felt that stinging sensation.
When the last lesson was over, the blonde almost rushed to the bathroom, some girls thought she was running away home, happy for the end of the lessons. Instead, the blonde holed up in the nearest bathroom, gasping for air as she felt hot.
Martina turned on the cold water, dipping her hands to relieve that sensation. A few seconds later and her breathing started to return to normal. She began to spread the icy water on her skin, feeling how it responded to the stimulus. Sighing, she felt that she was finally back to normal.
She wetted her face, and felt the cold water on her lips, drying herself and recovering her confidence. Her eyes looked at the girl in the mirror, she was the one who had to win, she was the girl who had to prove to herself that she could do it.
And with this conviction, Martina left the bathroom, reaching the class where they would fight. A class that neither of them belonged to, on the top floor of the building, the last one at the end of the corridor. It seemed like the perfect place for their duel.
***
Demi smiled at the ringing of the bell, she couldn't wait for that moment to arrive. The end of her lessons always put her in a good mood, but today her attention was paid to something else entirely. Today she would have destroyed the blonde she couldn't stand.
The brunette had to admit it, that girl had the determination to sell, despite her having defeated her twice, Martina had returned to challenge her. But determination alone is not enough, Demi was too much for the blonde. She had won twice, she would have won the third time as well.
Demi walked confidently into the lonely classroom, she knew no one would follow her, not on the last day of class. She was the only girl to walk in the opposite direction to the exit, when she crossed the threshold of the classroom, Martina was already inside her waiting for her, leaning against the desk.
“Sorry I'm late, honey” Demi smiled, closing the door behind her “I was deciding how to destroy you this time and I lost track of time”
Martina narrowed her eyes, standing up and pushing her chest out. The brunette's eyes lowered to her rival's breasts, but something seemed different. When Demi understood, her eyes widened. From the previous meeting, she had felt more difficulty in dealing with the blonde but she hadn't given any weight to it. But now she could see what had changed in Martina's body. The blonde's breasts had grown.
"That's right, bitch" the head cheerleader hissed "Now we're the same size"
Demi stared back at the blonde, gritting her teeth and pushing her breasts into the opposing pair. Their breasts met with a small thud, muffled by the fabric of their dresses as they both put a leg behind them to propel themselves forward.
"It won't be enough to grow in size to win, bitch" growled the brunette "My girls are firmer and stronger than yours"
“Bitch! You've always won for the size advantage" Martina pushed hard forward, forcing Demi to take a step back "And today will be the day of my revenge"
Martina began to remove the top of her clothing, remaining topless. Demi hissed as she did the same, unceremoniously. They had both seen each other's breasts too many times to use it as a joke. Now their only desire was to prove who was the best woman among them.
“Get ready to cry, Demi!” growled Martina, charging forward.
"Bitch, I'm gonna grind your chest to crumbs!" Demi answered, charging at her vault.
The two girls met with a meaty slap, which echoed in the empty room. Both the blonde and the brunette took a step back, before charging in again and again, still banging their 36EEs together head-on.
"I will destroy you again and again, bitch," growled Demi, finally keeping her breasts in Martina's pair.
"You try it, bitch!" the blonde replied curtly.
Both breasts rubbed together, pushed against each other, keeping their shape even as they were squeezed. They began to grind their breasts together, watching as their flesh dueled beneath them. Martina's breasts did not yield, as did Demi's pair, which pushed harder.
This time their breasts pressed at the point of impact, flattening together slowly until the two girls could push forward no more, feeling the resistance of each other's breasts on their own. The blonde's eyes registered as her twins sagged against Demi's, just as the brunette felt her flesh sag slightly, both losing ground and gaining it in the constant grinding.
"Eventually, your bags will barely be hanging off your chest," Martina hissed.
The blonde moved her breasts upward, sliding them over the rival pair, who grunted when she felt the pressure shift to the top of her chest, yielding to the weight of the blonde's pair.
Demi shifted her pair better under the blonde's, smiling when she saw Martina's discomfort on her face, feeling her flesh yield to the passing of the rival pair. With the shift, Martina's breasts slid between Demi's, returning to the same level.
The brunette pushed her left breast into Martina's right one, pushing back the girl's flesh before moving back. The blonde grunted as they both pushed together, continuing to push one breast against the other at a time. When the two pairs met again, Martina's left breast pushed back Demi's right, before the brunette pushed harder.
Martina hissed as she felt both breasts pressed by the brunette's sudden forward thrust. her breasts trembled before the blonde growled and pushed back Demi's pair.
The brunette moaned in discomfort as she felt the rival breasts trying to make their way through her chest, the blonde continued to force her tits forward.
Demi grunted again as Martina's breasts returned to the top, the blonde looked down to see her tits begin to push the rival pair onto her chest.
"Do you feel it, bitch? How your purses are surrendering already?"
Demi growled angrily, getting up and pushing her breasts up, and with it the blonde's pair. Martina groaned when she felt her chest being forced toward her chin before their tits slid between them.
Demi pushed forward again, smashing her breasts into her opponent's pair; the head cheerleader moaned in response, stepping back.
The brunette wasted no time, sending her right breast into Martina's left, who felt her flesh being repelled by the impact. The blond student grunted when she felt her rival press behind the blow, in turn pushing her breasts forward.
Their flesh swelled evenly, reaching a continuous stalemate, although the female students continued to thrust harder, forcing a couple to show signs of yielding, but to no avail
"Your fate is already written, slut in a skirt," growled Demi "You'll never beat me!"
"Shut up!" retorted the head cheerleader.
Demi's hands grabbed Martina's shoulders, the blonde cast a hateful glance at her rival before doing the same.
Demi continued to thrust her breasts, alternating them one at a time, feeling how her rival responded in the same way, thrust after thrust, meeting with little slaps.
Pressing them together, the two students connected the other breasts as well before rubbing the two pairs hard, watching as their tits squished in front of each other.
The silent room filled with grunts and the sound of flesh slapping together as the two girls dueled. Both pushed their breasts together, molding around each other each time they were forced together.
With a mighty thrust, Martina staggered backward, separating herself from her opponent for the first time. Her breasts flushed and sweaty from the continuous struggle had still retained their shape and, frustrating awareness, so had the rival pair.
Returning to the attack, Martina moved first, twisting her torso and connecting her right breast to Demi's left. Groaning, the brunette's body followed the movement of the blow, the shape of her breasts distorting on impact, before returning as before.
Martina continued, swinging the other way as the brunette returned to position. Demi moaned again, again feeling the pain explode in her chest.
"Fuck you!" gritted her teeth at the brunette.
She slammed her tits forward, faster than Martina thought. The blonde let out a pained groan when she felt her tits being pushed back hard.
"Looks like your end is already beginning," smirked the brunette.
Another thrust pushed Martina back, and Demi's 36EE slapped the blonde's pair. Both pairs pressed, but Martina's flesh seemed to leak more.
Without giving any room, Demi slammed forward again, Martina's tits squirting outward, widening from the point of contact. Again and again, the brunette slammed her tits forward, wet slaps were followed by moans from the head cheerleader.
"You ... filthy whore!" hissed Martina with venom in her voice.
"Are you still acting tough, slut? So you haven't learned your place yet?!"
When Demi tried to slam her breasts forward, the blonde acted faster, in turn slamming her tits into the rival pair.
The two pairs met with a meaty slap, and Demi moaned as she felt her tits distort and mold briefly around the rival pair.
Before the brunette could recover, Martina crashed forward, viciously slapping her breasts into those of her rival.
Demi's tits swelled outward, the flesh displaced by the rival force as the blonde pressed her breasts into Demi's for a few more seconds before pulling herself back.
Martina struck again, slamming frontally, her nipples stabbing Demi's, and the brunette moaned as she felt her tips bend downward sharply, before returning proudly to her areolas.
The head cheerleader began to slowly grind her breasts into the enemy pair, hearing Demi grunt as she responded in the same way, moaning as she felt the blonde's large tits dig into the top of hers, pushing her flesh down.
Demi growled, shifting as the blonde followed her, continuing to keep their breasts in contact, grinding against each other. Martina grunted after a few seconds, feeling Demi's pair increase in strength, watching as she lost little ground despite it all.
When the head cheerleader raised her arms to grab her rival arms, Demi was quicker and grabbed her wrists, then threw them outward so she could step back. Their breasts separated again, bouncing as their coloring had reached a greater redness.
Demi immediately slammed her large tits forward into the blonde's pair, who moaned when she felt her breasts being slammed again, her flesh distorting on her chest.
Another stroke forced Martina's breasts to give way before moving back as the brunette readied herself for another blow. When Demi struck Martina directly, the blonde closed her eyes, moaning as she felt her tits being pushed into her chest.
Demi kept them pressed together, forcing her twins into Martina's, holding her by the wrists and preventing her from pulling away.
"You're going down, blonde whore," smiled the brunette, sending her right breast into the blonde's left.
Doing the same with the other breast, she added more force, striking Martina's pair directly with her breasts again and again. The blonde's flesh seemed to redden again as the head cheerleader moaned in pain.
"Fucking bitch!" hissed the blonde.
Gritting her teeth, Martina responded by twisting her torso and thrusting her right tit into Demi's, watching as the brunette's flesh bent sideways, forced inward by her rival's breasts.
Martina flung her tits forward, making her rival grunt as she felt the blonde's force back. The cheerleader's pair slammed against the bulla, and the brunette's breasts swelled more.
Demi's grip loosened, allowing Martina to escape her and free her hands, before slamming her breasts into the rival pair, breasts shifted and trembled together, and both shifted their gaze to their chests.
Clenching her lips, Martina forced her pair into Demi's, who grunted as she felt the pressure, trying to fend off the rival tits.
When the brunette tried to pull away to strike, the cheerleader pushed faster sending her nipples into Demi's as the two pairs met with a slap, forcing both to moan.
The impact sent both girls back, and their breasts separated for a split second. Both felt that their firmness was failing, the fight was taking a hard toll on both of them.
"Watch your tits give out, bitch," hissed the blonde, an arrogant smile on her fatigued face.
"Fuck you, bitch!" growled Demi.
The brunette crashed forward, and Martina met the blow, their tits meeting again, each breast squirting outward as they met with a resounding wet slap.
Drops of sweat bounced away at their skin before the two girls grabbed each other's arms, rolling their shoulders to push their breasts into the other pair.
The breasts met evenly, the flesh of the girl pushing harder at that moment taking up space between them, only to grunt when the ground was given way not a second later.
Martina lowered her breasts under Demi's, pushing upward, biting her lip as she felt her flesh flatten in trying to lift the rival pair.
Demi slid her breasts down, moaning but managing to escape the situation, then slammed her tits forward into Martina's with a slap.
Both girls moaned, their breasts squeezed together as Demi felt her pair briefly push Martina's tits back. The blonde growled as she pushed forward and made up for lost space, forcing Demi's flesh to yield.
Martina pushed forward, using her leg behind her for leverage, groaning when she felt Demi press her tits in response, forcing the rival pair back again.
Both students were using their entire bodies to push the other back, putting incredible pressure on their chests, their forward legs pressed together and trembling.
After a few seconds, both felt they were falling, but that did not matter. They landed on their knees with a small thud but kept their breasts constantly pressed together.
Their arms flew around each other's backs, grunting as they both felt their tits being worked again, the space between them diminished more as the two pairs flattened more.
Gritting their teeth, the two students continued to grind their tits together, slapping them back and forth, thrusting relentlessly.
Aligning their nipples, the tits of both of them kept deforming with each thrust, feeling how the pain grew out of all proportion. Their arms trembled as they tried to hold each other back, the thrusts growing weaker and weaker.
Demi pulled her head up, an expression of pain on her face as her tits were pushed back. Martina moaned, looking down at her pair giving ground with each thrust.
"N-Nooooooooo!"
Arching their backs, increasing the pressure as if they had no other way to go on, pressing their eyes and lips together to keep from screaming, feeling the immense pain in their chests.
"F-Fuuuuuuuuuck!"
Again and again, each student felt her flesh twist and give space to the other's pair, catching up soon after. Slowly, their flesh melted together, flowing out the sides as the nipples, miraculously point-to-point until now, were inverted into their flesh, pushing them beyond the breaking point.
“... I GIVE UP!” the voices screamed in unison.
With a quick movement, the embrace loosened, one hand each used to push the other's body away, pushing her off the shoulder.
Their bodies fell back, bending at the knees and falling to the floor, their hands on their battered and sore breasts, bruised as tears streamed down their cheeks.
Demi was the first to notice what had happened. She looked in front of her for a few seconds, becoming aware of everything.
"No-not again," thought the brunette to herself.
It was as if the world around her was collapsing. Demi looked at her breasts, flat and drooping, with a few black spots around the areolas.
"No...no..."
The brunette stood up, Martina looked at her in horror, she did not have the strength to get up at the moment. Seeing the bulla get up could only mean that she would let herself fall on her.
Demi, however, seemed to be on another planet; she was no longer there mentally. Martina's eyes watched the brunette pick up the top of her dress and put it on, leaving the classroom without a word.
Martina thought she would never forget that mask of disbelief on Demi's face as she left her, as if something inside her had broken.
The blonde, however, thought about what she had just witnessed. She had succeeded in making Demi, her bully, the unbeatable girl, surrender.
She had not won, but she had not lost. She had not been defeated. She had managed not to lose. Martina sat on the floor, leaning against the desk, looking at the door.
"I succeeded," she said softly.
She slowly began to laugh, though in tears. She still could not believe that she had succeeded in fighting her past demons; that oppressive weight was gone.
She was finally free.
***
Epilogue:
Demi continued to look at the new school blog post, cursing herself for the truth written there. She and Martina, engaged in the final bear hug, caught in the photo as they both screamed and pushed each other away.
"The past is finally forgotten."
The headline was clear, anyone who knew about the rivalry between Demi and Martina could understand those words. Pissed off and in disbelief that she had tied against the girl she had defeated twice, Demi threw her cell phone against the wall.
The blonde also looked at that picture, the happiness of the day before was over, she had not won but she felt satisfied that she had not allowed Demi to humiliate her again.
***
Sarah was trying on her new bra. After the meeting in the store, she rushed home, hiding what she had bought in her purse.
As soon as she crossed the threshold of the house, the intent was as she had left it. Her sister turned to her, smiling when she saw her enter.
"Can you show me what you bought?" She asked, innocently.
Sarah looked at her, smiling, before giving him the third finger and going upstairs, listening to her sister's laughter, returning to her room so she could finally try it on.
"You should stop teasing your sister, Mia," her father scolded her.
The brunette smiled, excusing herself and going back to reading-though curiosity to see that bra began to grow.
***
The pub outside town was quite crowded, Claire had gone out with some friends, including two boys who blatantly flirted with her. She enjoyed watching them trot to her every request, watching as they worked hard to make themselves look perfect in her eyes. Maybe she could have introduced one of them to Ana, too.
A few tables back, not hiding but being blissfully ignored, a girl was watching the scene. In her hands, she clutched a picture, of a smiling Claire at the beach, eating ice cream.
"I'll crush you for sure, bitch," she hissed, clutching the photo in her hand, breaking it down the middle, exactly in the pet to the brunette.
***
"I can't find anything I like," Ana complained.
Her eyes kept looking at the summer dresses, the bikinis for the sea, and everything else the mall had to offer. Nothing she liked was the right size for her, a minus for the generous curves that Mother Nature had given her.
The blonde stood on her tiptoes to reach the top shelf, her ass pressing against her slim-fit jeans as her breasts threatened dangerously to topple the smallest bras below, trapped in a beige top that barely accommodated the coed's curves.
Cursing again, looking for something to display on the beach once she left for the sea, Ana felt a hand touch her waist.
Whirling around, her breasts met a large, firm couple, the small collision almost causing the Russian student to flinch, but held by her hand on her waist.
"Hey Ana"
The dark-haired girl's voice was sensual but also filled with a feeling of nostalgia and jealousy. Her bright eyes looked up at the blonde as if she'd known her forever.
In a dark red top, the girl's enormous breasts pressed hard into Ana's beige top, an abnormal pressure for an occasional one. The stranger's legs were encased in black jeans, and one of them pulled back to put more pressure on their chests.
Ana's brown eyes took the vision of that angelic face of the girl, wrapped in long raven hair, masking particular intentions still unclear. The blonde hadn't noticed her presence, the closing time of the shop was almost close and she thought that by now she was left alone. Especially in the EE size department.
The girl sported a sincere smile, looking down at their still intentionally pressed breasts as if she expected an answer of some kind. How did she know her? Who was that girl? What did he want from her?
Ana was sure of only one thing: to her, the girl in front of her was a stranger.
