The two girls grabbed each other's shoulders, joining their huge breasts. The two pairs began to push against each other, merging in the center, softened by the constant duel they had faced so far.
Lauren's breasts slid over her rival's, then fell underneath as the two girls slid them between them. Each time Lauren brought her breasts to the top, she pushed down using their weight.
Just when it seemed she was able to gain some advantage, her rival brought her breasts equally heavy and pushed down on her aching breasts.
Grunting and not giving up, Lauren continued to struggle, pushing her tits up and into the bottom of the rival pair, watching as their shape was distorted considerably, disappearing under her tits when she then pushed down.
The girl gasped as she felt her breasts being consumed by the enemy pair, immediately beginning to work their way through Lauren's pair as they tried to resist the enemy's chest.
The brunette responded by pushing up again, but the rival smiled as she quickly moved her breasts to the top, feeling Lauren's flesh dripping around her pair.
Lauren's pair managed to overcome that resistance, though, returning to the top and once again making her rival breasts disappear, who groaned when she felt the incredible weight bearing down on her chest.
With a grunt, the girl forced her breasts back up, forcing Lauren to moan this time. Their flesh deformed more, shifting and trembling against the opposing pair.
The sound of sweaty flesh slapping came less quickly, the two girls growing so tired that they wrapped their arms around each other's backs as a last stand.
They began to slowly thrust and grind their breasts together, each trying to see the rival pair yield, grunting and groaning with each pass.
Lauren groaned when she felt her opponent's huge tits digging into her flesh, gritting her teeth and pushing back, slamming her sweaty pair harder into her rival's.
The girl moaned but returned the blow a second later, their breasts pressed together before they both leaned in more. The girl sent another blow into Lauren's tits, pushing her breasts outward.
Pulling back, Lauren prepared to strike again but her rival was quicker to intercept her, pushing forward once more. When the rival breast struck, Lauren moaned painfully, her flesh molded around the rival pair.
Lauren moaned again when another thrust flattened her flesh more, increasing the difference between the two pairs. The rival slowly pushed her breasts against Lauren, watching with a smile as the brunette's breasts yielded to the better pair.
***
"Now you know who's better, bitch."
Those words still echoed in Lauren's head two days later at her defeat. She hated that feeling; she couldn't live with it.
The brunette took the glass in her hand, the fireball swaying in the mirror before she swallowed it all at once. Whiskey usually has to be enjoyed, but that night she wanted to have no thoughts.
She was always like that. When she had worries, Lauren had to think about something else. She was a victim of self-imposed overthinking; she was both victim and perpetrator of this peculiar characteristic of hers.
She went out with her friends on the evening of that day, her breasts still showing traces of pain, as well as the humiliation of being defeated in her bed.
She ordered yet another round, drinking the same way under the gaze of the bartender. What a sight she must have been, a hot girl but looking like she had been hit by a bus.
"That's where you were, Laury!" one of her friends leaned against her, coming like a runaway train.
The girl's breath smelled of something sugary sweet- she had been drinking all night, far outdoing Lauren and her other friends combined.
"Jess," greeted the brunette with a smile. The alcohol had finally begun its game.
"Me and the others bet on you" Jess's words came out garbled but Lauren could understand what she was saying.
"Again? Another bet? That's the fourth one tonight."
Her friend's face frowned for a few seconds before breaking into laughter. Yes, she was drunk.
"Listen...see that guy over there? There, the others are betting you couldn't kiss him."
Lauren shifted her gaze to the indicated spot, trying not to drop her friend who had anchored herself to her shoulder and was threatening to fall at any moment.
The boy in question was ... normal. No details that could jump out at her, definitely out of Lauren's standards. The brunette could find no reason why this boy had anything that would attract the attention of her and her friends.
"I, however, am sure that big Lauren can do it all hehe."
Jess's mischievous voice made her smile. She was one of the few who understood how Lauren might feel in those moments, and that bet had probably come directly from her to help her friend.
Nodding, Lauren took a sip of Jess's drink, too sweet for her taste but enough to hide the smell of whiskey, then headed straight for the boy on the dance floor.
He was with his friends, just guys watching, dancing, and watching every ass walk by. Classic common boy at a disco, their eyes seemed to be able to slow time down just to see a pair of firm asses walking by.
Lauren caught up with him without a word, occasionally dancing until she got close to him. When the boy turned toward her, warned by his friends, Lauren looked at him with her bright eyes.
A second later, she leaned into him, tightening her lips as her breasts pressed against his chest, annoying her. She kissed him for a few seconds, her tongue swirling around his in front of her friends.
Just as she had arrived, Lauren stopped kissing him, smiling and licking her lips, before walking away and disappearing into the crowd. He stood interdicted, motionless before his friends patted his back and punched his arm.
Jess found Lauren outside the nightclub, following her after she had won the bet. The brunette was sitting on the sidewalk, clutching her chest and staring into space.
"Let's go home," Jess said after an interminable time.
Lauren nodded. Despite everything, she had not been able to keep her mind off it. Despite the kiss with that boy, when her aching breasts had rested against the boy's chest and flattened, she had done nothing but think about why.
***
"Can anyone know why you did that!!!?"
The boy seemed to grow smaller and smaller as his girlfriend screamed. He was sitting on the couch, while she was standing in front of him, pacing up and down angrily.
"Come on, Jem. It's not her fault."
The brown-haired girl turned slowly toward the boy who had spoken, glaring at him. He immediately fell silent, lowering his gaze.
"You're all imbeciles..." hissed the blond, turning back to her boyfriend.
She had heard from friends that he had kissed a girl during a party in a bar. Jem disagreed with him going out without her, but it was a guys' night out, and she had to understand.
"Jem, love...I'm sorry I..." he tried to speak but could not find the words.
"It's that bitch who kissed him."
Jem turned toward the door, seeing one of her friends enter. Her red hair swayed with each step, resting on her breasts when she stopped. "She went up to him and kissed him."
Jem turned to her boyfriend, who nodded frantically in the only escape from that conversation. He would never knowingly do such a thing.
"Who is she?" asked Jem.
"A girl in our year."
Jem rolled her eyes, closing them as she thought. What she was supposed to do she already knew, and she would not stop until she reached her goal.
She was a girl who did not like to be nervous; everything had to be under control. She did not like surprises or anything getting out of hand.
Every little part of her life followed a definite pattern; she loved how she could make things happen as she planned.
She had consistently grown up with this idea if you are already clear about what you want, you will get it. These words were the cornerstone of her life and always had been.
The variation of the whore who had kissed her boyfriend was an outlier, and this she could not admit. All she could do was try to solve the problem, an antivirus versus a virus in a perfect system.
"I'll deal with her tomorrow," announced the blonde, turning to face her friend.
The school day was going to be electrifying.
***
The din of the school cafeteria was overwhelming, a set of loud, wild noises echoing off the walls.
"We've ended up at the zoo, dammit," thought Lauren, looking around.
She was playing with the food on her plate, unable to get hungry. Inside her, she felt a fire burning incredibly, fueled by hatred due to defeat.
The brunette ran a hand over her breast, distinctly feeling her fingers where her flesh struggled to be contained by her school uniform.
She still felt a frustrating ache coming from her chest, an unpleasant but bearable sensation. She was slowly recovering, this only infuriated her more.
Generally after a day, she was back in the game, but this time it had already been three days since her defeat, and she still felt she was not in perfect shape.
The rival had incomprehensibly damaged her breasts. How could she have succeeded? She was better even though she had lost. Lauren knew it.
A pair of hands slammed on the coffee table in front of Lauren's eyes. The blue polish on the pointed nails did not match any known person for the brunette.
"You filthy whore!"
The chaotic chaos subsided instantly; Jem's voice had covered all other noise, drawing attention to them.
The brunette looked up slowly at the other girl, one eyebrow raised as she tried to figure out who that girl was.
"What did you call me, sorry?" replied Lauren impassively.
"I said..." the blonde grabbed Lauren's hair, pulling her to her feet "that you are a dirty whore!"
The brunette reached up, grabbing Jem's hand to try to free herself. The blonde's grip was steely, and smiling she continued to pull upward.
"Let me go, bitch!" complained Lauren, grabbing a strand of blond hair.
The two began to moan and grunt as they pulled at each other's hair, trying to pull the other back, using the table to keep from falling forward.
The chorus around them soon began to chant the classic "thrashing" repeated many times and in excited voices, the boys looked invigorated.
After a few minutes, Jem and Lauren separated, letting go of each other and looking at each other with hatred. Their eyes threw continuous daggers at each other.
"Girls! This is not the way!"
They both stiffened at the sound of those words, their eyes searching the crowd for the girl who had spoken. The rest of the audience was still inciting the fight, while only a small group of girls remained composed, watching them.
"Do you know well how to settle a dispute...or should I refresh your memory?"
When the two girls met the eyes of the girl who had spoken, they immediately lowered their gaze, carrying a fearful respect for those icy eyes.
"Locker room. Now," hissed Jem, turning back to glare at Lauren.
The brunette squinted her eyes, nodding and starting to walk quickly. The blonde followed closely behind her, all under the gaze of the small group of girls who watched them leave the school cafeteria.
***
Jem closed the door behind her so that no one could enter without their permission-the only key was inside the room.
The brunette stood in the center of the room with her hands on her hips, illuminated by the lamps falling from the ceiling.
"Now there will be no interruption," hissed the blonde, "You will learn not to touch what is mine."
Lauren smiled mischievously, sensing the motivation for this. He had taken only one action that could have triggered a girl's wrath, and it was that kiss during the party.
"Uuuh, looks like someone is afraid of a little competition," chuckled Lauren.
"Competition? You're not enough to make me worry," hissed Jem.
The blonde began to unfasten her school uniform, removing and allowing her huge breasts to remain in plain view, her turgid nipples ready to fight.
"I'm not ... bitch. We'll see who isn't enough," growled Lauren.
The brunette lifted her uniform directly, stepping out of it with more speed, her massive breasts bouncing on her chest menacingly before stopping and pointing at the blonde.
"You'll pay for what you've done," Jem said, moving closer.
“Make me, bitch," Lauren replied with a hiss.
The brunette held out her arms, daring her opponent to do the same, and close to a mutual embrace, she was sure that her breasts could begin to damage Jem's pair at close range. The blonde smiled and accepted the challenge with pleasure, Lauren was not the only one who considered herself dangerous in that situation.
The two pairs of breasts met with a small slap as the two girls' arms pulled close together, their flesh blending, applying more force with each squeeze, eliciting grunts from the girls. Their nipples entered the rival areolas mercilessly, making the rival gasp.
The two girls continued to squeeze each other, their breasts moving against each other, sliding and thrusting relentlessly as the two girls grunted. Lauren felt that little discomfort grow bigger as she pressed the pair more into the blonde, ignoring the sensation and looking arrogantly at her rival.
After a few minutes, Jem tried to take advantage of being taller between the two girls to quickly lift her breasts and drop them on top of Lauren's huge pair. The brunette tried to pull back, only succeeding in getting partially hit by the blonde's attack, dragging her nipples into rival flesh as she passed.
Jem's lips parted in a moan, escaping her mouth as pain shot through her breasts. Lauren bent her knees and pushed her tips into the rival lower flesh, pumping again and again with a smile. Jem's hands trembled in pain as she stepped back when she felt her flesh being pierced by the rival pair.
"Come on, whore," hissed the brunette, "I'm just starting to pop your balloons!"
Again and again, Lauren pushed her tits into Jem's, making her moan as their bodies thrust together, driving the blonde further and further back. After a few seconds, Jem's back hit the row of lockers behind her as the brunette tightened her embrace more.
"You bitch!" complained Jem.
Lauren stepped back to strike forward, muffling the blonde's breathing. Another thrust made Jem moan, her breasts swelling outward and upward as Lauren's torque crashed against hers.
"You want to see who's more of a woman, huh?" smiled the brunette.
Lauren raised her breasts to the same height as her rival's, aligning her nipples with Jem's and pushing forward, savoring the blonde's breathless moan, her eyes beginning to moisten as her rival shifted her chest slightly to drag her nipples along Jem's areolas and flesh.
Her nipples tried to fight, but the more time passed and the more it seemed that the brunette's nipples managed to bend the rival tips, Jem could not hold back her moans. She closed her eyes, trying to resist the pain. She had to do it, or she would surely lose.
Suddenly opening her eyes, she saw Lauren surprised by the move. This allowed the blonde to push herself away from the lockers hard, her breasts slamming violently against the rival pair, sending the brunette toward the center of the room, losing her grip.
As Lauren straightened up with a pained look, the blonde closed the distance between them with quick steps, joining their large breasts with a wet slap. Lauren stumbled back a step before balancing herself again and growling, turning back to thrust her tits into her rivals' again.
It was Jem's turn to back off, but the blonde recovered in half the time compared to her rival, going back and pushing against the brunette. Lauren did not wait for the blow, pushing against the blonde at the same instant.
The two girls began pounding their breasts together, using them as battering rams and finding themselves in a painful stalemate war, each trying to inflict more pain on the other, constantly gaining and losing ground. Their breaths became heavy as they brought their magnificent 36EEs against each other.
They began to moan noisily, and Lauren seemed to have to resort to more oxygen to moan, probably feeling the pain growing in her chest. Jem finally swung from the left, sending her breasts against the rival pair, also stabbing the brunette's tender flesh with her nipples.
Lauren moaned, her body spinning from the force of her body, stumbling to the side before the blonde swung again, slamming her breasts with much more force and sending her rival almost to the floor, however, she had to rest one knee on the ground to remain standing.
One cheek rifled the brunette's cheek as she looked up in mixed hate and pain at the panting blonde, watching her smile as she massaged her breasts, the arrogance exuding from her gaze.
"Is that all, bitch?" asked the blonde, lifting her chin.
Watching Lauren let out a grunt and rise slowly, Jem lifted her sweaty breasts with her hands and dropped them, feeling some pain in doing so but forcing herself to smile arrogantly at her rival. Lauren tightened her lips, looking first at the blonde's breasts and then at her rival's eyes. Inside she felt an uncommon pain.
"Come on, cxnt. Come get flattened," smiled Jem, inviting her rival to come toward her.
The provocation was successful, Lauren squinted her eyes and charged forward without thinking. Jem did the same, leaning forward slightly and pushing against her rival. The two couples met with another slap, both moaned but the brunette seemed to receive more damage than her rival.
Before the brunette could react, Jem pushed her 36EE into the bottom of the rival pair before pinning the enemy's body with her arms, locking her hands behind her back and hearing Lauren grunt as she crushed their tits, compressing their flesh.
When Jem stood up more, pulling her rival upward, Lauren had to stay on her tiptoes to compensate for the height difference. Gritting her teeth, the brunette felt her breasts fighting for the space between them, her flesh warping painfully against the blonde's.
"Watch me engulf your breasts with mine, slut."
"N-nngh, bitch!"
Lauren pushed forward, her flesh seeming to take up more space between their bodies as Jem growled, beginning to strike with her breasts from above. Shifting her shoulders, the blonde was able to beat her tits into Lauren's, making her moan with each stroke.
The brunette frantically began thrusting her 36EE into the rival pair, twisting her torso wildly. Jem tried to respond in the same way, copying Lauren's movements in reverse to increase the pain. Again and again, a particularly hard blow knocked both of them to their knees.
Without separating, the two girls pulled back their huge, aching breasts and brought them forcefully together, throwing their breasts relentlessly at each other, the sound of flesh crashing into other flesh filled the room as one girl's moans followed the sounds.
Pushing and struggling, Jem began to force Lauren back, pushing her on her back with each slap, until the brunette fell to the floor so that the blonde climbed on top.
Jem grabbed the girl's wrists, pinning them to the ground. Lauren's eyes widened just before the blonde dropped her tits onto the brunette's. The girl's moan was the loudest so far, feeling how the blonde's pair began to dig into her chest.
The blonde continued to rhythmically massage her huge tits into her rival's increasingly soft pair, using gravity to increase the grinding force. Lauren's face was a mask of agony, submitting after long minutes and when her breasts were now completely flat against her chest.
"Enough...enough..." whimpered Lauren.
Jem stood up, dropping herself once more. The thud on tremendous, but this time the brunette's breasts made no resistance. The blonde heard the girl's pained moan, savoring it before finally standing up.
"Don't you dare go near my boyfriend again, bitch," hissed the blonde.
Jem donned her clothes, trying to settle down as best she could, and put on a demeanor before exiting the locker room. As soon as she crossed the threshold, two girls were leaning against the wall in front of her, the icy eyes of one fixed on hers.
Smiling, Jem nodded happily, before walking away and back to her friends. She was excited to tell them everything. The icy-eyed girl waited a few seconds before entering the locker room.
Lauren lay on the floor, on her back and sobbing. Her breasts fell to her sides as she remained lying on the floor. She heard the two girls enter, looking at them from her position before returning to look at the ceiling.
"Looks like you lost, Lau-Lau," said the hazel-eyed brown girl, walking around her and looking at the damage.
"You know very well why I lost," replied Lauren with a grunt.
"Oh, yes. You still haven't been able to recover ... from your previous defeat," smiled the long raven-haired girl as she walked by, taunting the brunette obviously for her continued apologies.
"That whore will pay for it," hissed Lauren, tightening her lips.
"But you lost anyway" the glacial-eyed girl's voice rested in the air, then falling like a boulder on Lauren "Is this the way to prove our superiority over them?"
The voice took on a derogatory tone when the girl spoke of these "Them." Lauren took the blow without saying anything.
"Bad, bad, Lau-Lau," smiled the girl as she stood, reaching out to the other. Her angelic face did not hide the amusement at seeing her defeated.
"There will be other opportunities. For now, just pick yourself up. I don't like disappointment, you know."
The two girls looked silently at the brunette before Lauren nodded respectfully. Although she had lost, she knew that defeat was worth less than she thought. An accident in the making. Jem might have been a valuable ally after all ... but she would surely get her revenge sooner or later.
"I will wait for that moment..." said Lauren finally, her eyes meeting the blue ones of the girl sitting on the bench "... boss."
