"And they lived happily ever after."
How many times have we read a sentence like that? How many times have we imagined that a happy ending was our own?
It is in the human soul to try to live to the fullest and to find fulfillment along one's life course. It is an inherent feeling in the human soul.
Camilla was alone, lying on her bed, headphones giving slow and quiet background music as she finished reading the book.
The blonde sighed, lying beside the book and looking at the ceiling. In her mind, she tried to identify with the adventures she had read.
She, the beautiful princess is rescued by Prince Charming on the white horse. A bit childish, maybe the knight was a cute boy, and the white horse was a nice car.
Camilla continued daydreaming before reality came like a boulder to her face.
"Fuck," she said, quickly pulling herself into a sitting position.
The blonde grabbed the book, flipping through the last few pages until she found it. The library coupon, that little slip of paper that allowed a book to be borrowed as long as it was returned within timelines.
Timelines that Camilla had not met. Again. It was the sixth or seventh time she had failed to turn something in on time.
Camilla grabbed the book and slipped it into her bag, leaving the house like a bolt of lightning, as if she could catch up with the week-long delay she had accumulated.
She arrived in the school library about twenty minutes later, always rushing in, her breasts bouncing inside her loose T-shirt.
The girl's green eyes squinted in all directions before finding the person she was looking for.
The girl in charge of the school library is a student two years her senior but looks like a child. Her 32Bs were struggling to be noticed by the anonymous clothes she kept wearing.
Thick glasses hid much of her unkempt face, chapped lips, and split-combed hair.
Camilla had gotten to know that girl, using her as a scapegoat whenever she forgot to deliver a book on time, letting that girl take the blame for negligence at work.
"This is the last time," blurted out the librarian, "I will no longer allow you to act as you see fit."
"Oh, come on," replied the blonde, "You know I don't do it on purpose."
"I don't care. Eleven times. Eleven! I've always been taken back because of you, and now I'm risking my job."
The nerdy girl and the blonde moved to the middle of the shelves, the librarian was continuing to rearrange the books, looking then at what Camilla had delivered.
"And what would be my problem, sorry?"
"What do you mean? Now you won't have a chance, make another mistake and I won't let you take any more books," hissed the librarian, taking from her hands the volume Camilla had returned.
The blonde crinkled her eyes, looking surprised at the person in front of her who had her back to her.
As soon as the librarian turned around, Camilla pushed herself against her, her 36E completely crushing the girl's small tits.
Hitting the shelf with her back, the nerdy girl looked at the blonde with fear-filled eyes. The blond approached her, pressing herself more.
"Now I'll take another book and bring it back whenever I want. Do you understand?" the blonde asked in a whisper.
The librarian swallowed hard, struggling to breathe as her lungs were crushed brutally. Finally, she gave in, nodding with a tear rolling down her cheek.
"Good girl," Camilla said, picking up a book and walking away.
The nerdy girl remained motionless, not looking up as the blonde walked away. She stayed for a few more seconds before straightening up and resuming her work, in complete silence.
"I have decided that I will help you."
A voice behind the librarian's back made her wince, turning quickly. Her eyes filled with that dark, hazel brown-eyed hair color, before lowering to her huge breasts.
***
Study groups had never been her thing, but she had never been a girl who spent her time studying. Louisa had to pass the various exams if she wanted to continue to have an easy time once she got home, and fortunately, some of her friends had helped her out.
"Oh, stop. My head is about to burst," complained the brunette, huffing and looking at the ceiling.
She hated remaining silent and fixed on her schoolbooks, bored as she tried to get all that worthless information into her head. School was supposed to open her mind, to learn how to reason. What good did it do to know that this guy decided this thing on that exact date?
"Come on, Lou. We have to do this. We're here for you, remember that," Lauren's voice tried to reassure the girl.
Neither girl liked to stay there and study with the others, but they had to commit. They both kept trying to concentrate, listening to the other girls' words as they explained. Louisa's eyes narrowed and widened as she tried to understand and learn, struggling hard.
A dull noise caught the attention of the brunette, who straightened up on her back quickly and searched for the source of the noise, anything not to continue that boring lecture. Her eyes quickly circled the room around her, scanning every possible area.
A little in the half-light, behind some shelves, Louisa could see the older girl acting as a librarian against the shelf, her back pressed against the books, so much so that she dropped one of them, the origin probably of the dull noise from before.
Squinting, the brunette strained her vision until she could see a blonde in front of the girl, very close to the nerdy girl. They were far enough away not to be heard or seen, had it not been for that book that allowed Louisa to see what was going on.
The blonde picked up a book and then walked away. As Camilla stepped off the shelves, Louisa met her gaze. Arrogance, power, uniqueness. These were the sensations Louisa had felt in that exchange of glances. And she found herself aroused by it.
Without saying anything, Louisa stood up slowly, being careful not to catch Lauren's attention. The brunette was sure she would follow if she told her friend what she wanted to do. Louisa preferred to go alone.
She walked toward the librarian, watching her as she was intent on quietly arranging the books, seeing the tear still streaking her cheek. Something must have happened, surely the blonde had said or done something to the girl. Perhaps the blonde had threatened her.
Louisa approached, but the librarian was too intent on settling down to notice her, probably thinking about how the blonde had treated her. Surely, the nerdy girl did not deserve this treatment, not with the care with which she touched books. The girl loved what she did, and for Louisa, that was enough.
"I have decided that I will help you," Louisa said after a few seconds of silence.
The brunette had forgotten that she had arrived unnoticed, and almost she felt a sense of pity when she saw the poor librarian wince, seeing her turn away as if the nerdy girl thought her tormentor had returned.
"What...I mean how...?" the librarian began to stammer.
In Louisa's eyes, that girl was so pretty, that they reminded her enormously of her old version of herself when she still lived in Russia. Inside her heart, the brunette felt she had to help her at any cost.
"Tell me about the blonde," Louisa replied, with a smile, "I think I can help you."
Slowly, the brunette pushed her shoulders back so that her huge breasts pointed toward the librarian who widened her eyes as she watched Louisa's breasts grow again against all laws of logic.
The Russian girl giggled as she saw the librarian's eyes widen as she stared at her breasts, finally returning to a normal position. The nerdy girl seemed to start imagining various scenarios, each one more and more compelling and satisfying to her. Louisa saw the librarian's face change more and more into a smiling, vengeful grimace, probably imagining the blonde repaid for all the evil she had done to her.
Looking up and meeting Louisa, the Russian girl was surprised to find a different light in the librarian's eyes. The little girl would be happy to help Louisa, by any means necessary.
"I have a plan," said the librarian, smiling. She pulled out a key ring from her pocket with only one key, twirling it with her finger as she looked at the brunette.
Louisa smiled.
***
A week went by, and Camilla devoured practically the entire book in the first two days, rereading it repeatedly, always finding new imaginative insights. The love stories gave her a sense of envy and nostalgia, even though she had never experienced those feelings.
The blonde smiled as she looked at the coupon with the date to return the book written on it. It was a few days past due, but she didn't care. There was no way the nerdy girl could do anything about it against her.
Camilla's cell phone vibrated on the bedside table, and the girl stared at it from her bed, trying to remember if she was expecting any news. Opening the message, she discovered that it was a message from the library. It seems that the nerdy girl did not understand the lesson.
However, when she saw the contents of the message, Camilla's eyes widened. The blonde enlarged the picture of a girl she remembered seeing in the library as she was leaving. That brunette's breasts were huge; they could easily rival her own.
After a few seconds, a second message arrived.
"I know you have a problem with the librarian. Well, her problem is now mine. And I'm yours. I'm going to make you understand how to behave, tonight, in the library. If you think you're woman enough, come ... but I'm sure you won't be missed."
The blonde read the message all in one breath, feeling her nipples stiffen. The bitch was defending the nerdy girl and wanted to confront her. Camilla went back to staring at the picture, focusing on the girl's breasts. They were huge and menacing.
The blonde smiled; she wanted to confront her. No longer as a princess but as a knight accepting a single duel over a lady. Each would fight to defend honor and to prove herself better. The blonde would have loved to see that arrogant face turn into a mask of pain and sadness once her breasts prevailed.
"I will be there," she replied simply.
Louisa smiled when she saw the reply, hearing the librarian's happy little gasp. The brunette licked her lips as she read the blonde's message, tapping on the keyboard to reply.
"The door will be open. Follow the light."
Louisa closed the chat and walked away with the girl. The librarian gave the key to the brunette, but she made the nerdy girl promise not to show up. That date was just for her and the blonde. And no one was supposed to know about it.
"Don't worry, honey. I'll get you the evidence to hold her over," smiled Louisa, taking the keys.
That night was going to be interesting.
***
Camilla arrived quite early, perhaps the only time in her entire life that she arrived early in the school library. The brunette had said that every door she had to pass through was open. Once inside the library, she closed the door behind her.
The darkness made the place surreal, almost oppressive. The blonde, however, was unassuming and walked among the shelves. Her eyes soon grew accustomed to the absence of light, finally finding some illumination toward the center of the library.
An array of candles were placed on either side of the central part, the whole area seemed to take on ritualistic appearances, and at the center of it all was Louisa waiting patiently for her rival. The brunette was already prepared for what was to come, topless and with her hands on her hips. An arrogant smile on her lips.
"Finally," smiled the brunette.
Camilla stopped just before entering the circle of candles, looking her rival in the eyes with an arrogant smile. Without saying anything, she began to remove her upper garments, taking care to leave them away from the candle fire. After that, she stepped through the circle of fire, topless like her rival, her breasts bouncing slightly as she stopped a few steps away from Louisa.
"I admit it's very suggestive," smiled the blonde, placing her hands on her hips and pushing her breasts out.
"Thank you, I didn't think it came out so well," replied the brunette "Since I couldn't turn on the light, I thought candles would create atmosphere."
"It will look even better once you are lying on the floor, in tears" hissed Camilla smilingly.
Louisa replied with an amused grunt before they both began to walk around the other slowly, looking into each other's eyes. Without saying anything, the two girls moved closer, gently pushing their breasts together, unhurriedly and savoring the sensation.
Both couples were pushing each other back, although Louisa's flesh occupied more of the space between them.
Camilla grunted, annoyed by the confirmation of what she already knew. Her 36E was facing a larger breast; she would not give up for so little, however.
They pushed forward again, beginning to slowly move their breasts together, each following a different direction and hitting each other in every way they could.
The two pairs slid to each other's sides, bending and molding with each step as the two girls increased the pressure on their breasts.
Louisa was interested in that kind of conflict, lowering her gaze to see how neither pair could gain a significant advantage, the blonde's breasts were so firm.
Camilla had similar thoughts, watching as the brunette's 36EE continued to grind into her pair, however, feeling her flesh bend more as she entered.
"Come here," Louisa growled, a smile on her lips.
The brunette wrapped her arms around her rival's back, squeezing without waiting. Camilla moaned when she felt the pressure suddenly increase, feeling her flesh being pushed back.
"Oh, bitch," hissed the blonde, "You'll pay for this," and she mimicked the move.
The blonde and the brunette moaned as they felt their tits molding and squeezing together, the brunette's large breasts seemed to be pierced slightly by the blonde's firmer pair, even as Louisa continued to watch rapturously the spectacle before her eyes.
They increased the intensity of the grinding, locking each other in to increase the friction between them. The brunette's flesh spread to the sides of Camilla's breasts as the blonde forcefully pushed her breasts into the huge, resistant mass. Each breast twisted hard before returning to its original shape, ready to fight again.
Camilla huffed annoyed, her rival's large tits were still powerful and resistant while her smaller pair seemed to lose that initial advantage, their flesh flushed from the constant rubbing was in stark contrast to the candlelight play.
Louisa continued to gaze at their dueling breasts, then looked up and met the blonde's, mirroring each other as they smiled arrogantly. Both were still confident that they could win, no matter how long it took.
Camilla suddenly thrust hard, the brunette sighed when she felt her breasts being pressed harder, but as she pushed back, the blonde recoiled before slamming her tits even harder into Louisa's 36EE. The brunette's lips parted in a moan, her flesh trembling from the impact as the pair were flattened for a fleeting second.
The brunette struck again, and another moan escaped Louisa's lips as she was pushed back, her flesh beginning to warp under the rival blows.
The brunette felt as the firm rival pair landed heavy blows to her chest, marveling each time at the pain she felt.
Camilla smiled victoriously, feeling the difference in her rival breasts, preparing to strike again with her incredible breasts.
The brunette was not long in coming, however, landing with a resounding slap a swing from the side, sending her left breast into Camilla's right one, coming back with another violent swing to give her rival no time to recover.
Camilla moaned loudly as she felt her tits deform from the impact and her chest being pulled first to one side and then to the other. The brunette struck again, this time thrusting her huge breasts directly into the blonde's slightly smaller pair.
Both, however, were not newcomers; Camilla thrust forward hard to intercept the brunette as she again tried to swing her breasts, striking the rival flesh from the side with both nipples. Louisa howled before the blonde pulled back and struck again, compressing the brunette's breasts as the two pairs made contact.
"Bitch, there will be nothing left of you," smiled the blonde, ramming her breasts into the rival 36EEs.
"You're still far from beating me, bitch," growled Louisa with a smile, despite everything she had not yet lost her arrogance.
When Camilla stepped back again for another smack, Louisa did the same and the two girls slammed their breasts together hard. The meaty slap echoed throughout the library, and the sound spread breaking the silence.
The blonde moaned aloud, unable to resist the explosive pain within her breasts as the brunette's flesh forced itself to the sides.
To Camilla's chagrin, Louisa seemed to receive less damage than she did; the brunette slammed her chest forward again, keeping her breasts in contact with her rivals before lifting it and slamming into the top of the enemy pair once more.
Camilla gritted her teeth, grunting at the weight of the rival breast but striking when it was lifted. The blonde stabbed her rival's tender flesh with her breasts, twisting them upward and watching them flatten above her.
Louisa squinted her eyes, pulling her breasts back and slamming forward once more, the two pairs of breasts met with a small slap, the flesh molding to each other.
"I'll fucking destroy you!" growled the blonde impatiently.
"Give me all you've got, Barbie," giggled Louisa, raising her chin in a sign of superiority.
Camilla's eyes widened, feeling the anger rise to a fever pitch inside her because she felt underestimated. How dare she allow herself to underestimate a girl like her?
Growling, Camilla threw her breasts forward, finding the rival pair facing her mercilessly. 36E and 36EE met with another meaty slap similar to the previous one.
Their flesh visibly trembled as they both recoiled back from the recoil before Camilla pulled forward again and struck the rival breast.
Louisa moaned when her breasts were pushed back, staggering slightly before meeting a direct thrust from the blonde, hissing when she felt her breasts flatten more against her.
"I'm not done!" cried Camilla, grabbing her rival shoulders.
With a quick but brutal stroke, the blonde sent her tits into Louisa's from below, the brunette moaning when her breasts were pushed upward.
Another blow from Camilla pushed Louisa's pair to the right instead, before being dragged to the opposite side. The blonde finally brought her pair on top of the enemy 36EE, slamming downward with a slap.
Louisa grunted and groaned with each blow, feeling helpless as her breasts took rival attacks, following the direction of the blows and losing shape each time.
Camilla smiled, pulling back before thrusting forward hard. The movement, however, was stopped dramatically by the brunette, Louisa thrusting her larger assets forward.
The wet slap was accompanied by the blonde's groan, who found herself taking two steps back as her flesh shook tremendously.
Screaming, Camilla straightened and lunged forward, landing a hard blow to Louisa's breast. The brunette tightened her lips but struck back, slamming forward.
The brunette roared as soon as her breasts were pushed back, their flesh molded on impact, before returning to her form. Louisa launched herself forward, striking sideways.
The blonde's body was forced to shift, but Camilla clenched her lips and sent the blowback to the sender, swinging back. It was Louisa's turn to twist her torso, only to swing back again and slam frontally.
Another slap, then another, and another. The two girls continued to throw their breasts together before holding them after a mighty impact, grinding and pressing them as they gasped.
Pushing and squeezing, the two girls continued to stare at their breasts together, feeling them as they relentlessly fought for space between them.
Camilla pushed harder, ramming her rival breasts with her own, again and again, until Louisa's legs gave way.
The brunette collapsed to the floor, falling onto her ass. A surprised look on Louisa's face made the blonde move quickly, throwing herself at her rival and knocking her to the ground.
Climbing on top, the blonde began to drop her tits into Louisa's, the brunette biting her lip as the pain increased with each blow. Again and again, their breasts met with slaps.
"Bitch! Get down on me!" growled the brunette, pulling herself up sharply.
The move caught the blonde off guard; her breasts trembled greatly from the power of the blow and she fell back.
Before the brunette could pounce on her, Camilla managed to get to her knees just before Louisa charged her frontally.
Their breasts met again, crushing each other mercilessly. The blonde took to slamming her tits forward, grabbing her rival's shoulders to pull her to herself with each blow.
Louisa gritted her teeth, but for the blonde, it almost seemed like a smile crossed with pain. When the brunette also began to thrust her breasts forward, the library was filled with the continuous clashes between their reddened, sweaty flesh.
"Get ready for your bags to disappear, bitch," hissed Camilla, throwing her breasts into her rival's and trapping her in a bear hug.
"I'm going to crush you, bitch," Louisa hissed in the girl's ear, in turn locking her in a bearhug "This is the end of the line."
They both grunted as they began to tighten their grip, their breasts squeezed harder, being rubbed slowly but with brutal pressure.
Louisa continued to grind her larger tits into the rival pair, hearing her moan as their flesh softened.
Camilla continued to respond in the same way, grinding back and using her firm 36E to permanently demolish the rival pair, meeting the brunette's every move.
The more seconds passed, the more the blonde realized that Louisa was smiling despite the pain. Looking down at their breasts, the blonde's eyes registered as her flesh shifted more and more.
Tightening her grip and pushing hard, Camilla grunted from the effort until Louisa pushed back, making the difference between them clearer. Camilla's flesh spread wider as the brunette's tits won the space between them.
"No, no, no ... fuck," Camilla moaned, narrowing her eyes.
The blonde's breasts began to surrender more and more as Louisa gnashed her better breasts into the weaker pair.
Camilla moaned as she felt her breasts wobble more and more, powerless against the destructive force of the enemy pair. Louisa kept smiling; she was enjoying herself from the start.
With a push, Louisa forced the blonde to fall backward with a groan. The brunette landed on top of her rival mercilessly, completely crushing Camilla's breasts.
"Who has better breasts, Barbie?" Louisa asked with a mischievous smile.
Camilla's eyes registered that spark of victory and lust in the brunette's eyes, feeling how her rival's huge, heavy breasts were still firm and overbearing.
"You-you have the best breasts," moaned the blonde.
Camilla saw Louisa widen her smile, pinning her wrists to the ground with her hands. The blonde looked at one hand and then the other, returning to stare fearfully at her rival.
"No, no. Please, no," Camilla's voice was muffled by the brunette's sweaty cleavage.
Leaning over her rival, Louisa pressed her breasts over the blonde's face, enveloping it completely and blocking any possible oxygen supply.
The brunette felt the blonde's body move wildly beneath her, but without being able to free herself from the grip.
After an interminable time for the blonde, the movements ceased. Camilla had fainted from lack of oxygen, humiliated and defeated.
Louisa waited a few more seconds before pulling herself up, wiping Camilla's tears and saliva from her cleavage.
The brunette reached for her cell phone, taking a selfie with her standing and the blonde on the ground, unconscious. The image was then sent to the librarian, with a message attached.
"You'll have to come to work early tomorrow. There is trash to remove."
Once she pressed send, Louisa looked again at her fainting blond rival. She contemplated her artwork before laying the library keys in the center of the blonde's cleavage, her breasts dangling at her lifeless sides.
"Lock up when you're done," chuckled the brunette.
Then Louisa went home.
