H/T Goldengirl
July 4th, 2024
A day that Kylie Jenner had waited for, for a very long time.
She was sick of Sydney Sweeney. She was sick of hearing about how great she was. She was sick of watching her tear through anyone who stood before her as the Queen of the Beach. She was tired of seeing her defeating women that by all means, she had no right to beat. She was tired of the way that the organization behind the Queen of the Beach fights had pushed her as if she was the greatest and best woman to ever step into the ring.
No more.
Today, Kylie would show them all what a true Queen of the Beach looked like. Today, Kylie would destroy Sydney. Humiliate her. Prove how overrated she was by breaking her and taking her precious Queen of the Beach title from her.
Today, Kylie would send a message.
She was already waiting in the sandy ring, surrounded on all sides by a large audience, a crowd eager and excited to see the fight ahead. All the betting odds were on Sydney, the fans of the Queen of the Beach series expecting the blonde to run through Kylie like she had run through everyone else.
They were about to be in for a rude awakening.
Kylie slowly paced back and forth in the sand, staring toward the entrance as she waited for the blonde’s arrival. Her body was clad in an eye-catching black-and-violet bikini, perfectly cut to show off all of her perfect curves. She wore the bright color to ensure that all eyes were on her, to make sure that everyone was paying attention to her and what she was about to do. She was hungry for Sydney. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on the girl and demolish her.
All she had to do now was wait for her arrival.
Fight Song by Taylor Swift blasted through the beachside arena as the crowd exploded into cheers and roars. At last, the Queen of the Beach had arrived. Sydney Sweeney burst down the aisle, awash in a star-spangled robe. It was the Fourth of July after all, and she was America’s sweetheart. The blonde bombshell stopped to high-five her adoring crowd and soak in their rays of the blazing sun above. Sydney was born for the spotlight, and she performed her best when the lights were the brightest. She turned back to the ring and her eyes met Kylie’s for the first time.
Sydney always knew this match was coming. No matter how big she got, no matter who she beat, Kylie Jenner had always been waiting in the background, taking pot shots at her in the press and swipes at her on social media. Sweeney had never much cared about that, though. The bitch was more busy selling make up than to meet her on the beach until today, but at long last the two were finally going to clash.
Damn, Sydney thought momentarily looking at Kylie imposing five foot, seven inch high frame. Shes bigger than I thought. No issue, though. I’ve beaten bigger.
Sydney slid into the ring and shed her pre-fight robe revealing a heart stopping red, white, and blue stars-and-stripes bikini. The All-American Queen of the Beach was here to defend her well earned tiara and send Kylie Jenner crawling back to hole she came out from. She had no doubt she would reign victorious today, just like she had in every one of her past fights.
As Sydney made her entrance, Kylie’s lips twisted upward, into a dark, malicious smile. She had been waiting for this, waiting for too long, and now that she was finally face-to-face with the Barbie doll who was pretending to be queen?
She wanted to laugh.
She was bigger than Sydney. Taller than her. She practically towered over the blonde in terms of height. She was thicker than her too, for the most part. She had a clear and obvious size and weight advantage, and the idea of Sydney being able to overcome that made Kylie want to howl in laughter. She could already tell how this fight was going to go. She was going to bully Sydney. She was going to push and shove and throw her around the ring and make the blonde bimbo realize just how outclassed and outmatched she was.
Five rounds? She didn’t even need *one.*
After Sydney entered the ring, Kylie wasted no time stepping across the hot sand toward her. She held her head high and proud, every step she took arrogant and overconfident as she approached her opponent. She marched right up into her, pushing her body into Sydney’s, her chest shoving into the blonde’s slightly larger one as she sultrily purred at her, meeting her gaze as she spoke softly toward the reigning champion.
“One chance, Sweeney. I’ll give you one single chance to give up now. Forfeit, and maybe I won’t completely humiliate you in front of all these people…”
Sydney’s face blushed ever-so-slightly as Kylie spoke with such utter contempt and malice dripping from her lips. She was outsized for sure, but she was the Queen of the damn Beach! She wasn’t losing here, not to Kylie! She took a step forward and went jug-to-jug, chest-to-chest with Jenner…and as soon as their chests touched, Sydney knew she was bigger in one area. The crowd roared in a fever pitch at the sight. This was a dream match, months in the making and it was going down, right..
Fucking…
Now.
Ding ding ding
Kylie stared down at Sydney, towering over her as their bodies shoved together, skin-on-skin and breast-against-breast. The crowd was screaming, already on their feet in anticipation of what was to come, and Kylie couldn’t deny her own excitement. Her heart was pounding against her chest, her breath growing faster and faster at the idea of finally getting her hands on the blonde before her.
Then, the bell rang out, the sound echoing across the beach…and when it rang out, that’s when Kylie struck.
Sydney may have been the reigning Queen of the Beach, but already she had fallen into Kylie’s trap. She wanted the blonde to be as close as possible when the bell rang, and now that the first round was officially underway, it was time for her plan to go into motion.
As soon as the ringing of the bell reached her ears, Kylie’s arms came up, slithering around Sydney’s waist. At once, she began to pull her close, squeezing the blonde against her bigger body as she began to lock in a bearhug, trying to force Sydney tightly against her body, trying to crush the girl against herself.
“Guhhhhhh!”
Sydney could feel Kylie’s power as her arms constricted like a python around her. Kylie’s arms tightened around Sydney’s waist, squeezing her tight, loving the sound of the blonde’s grunt. Already she felt like she was fully in control of this fight…or at least she did until Sydney began to fight back, squirming and writhing against her, until her already sweat-slick body was able to slide free of Kylie’s arms, the energetic blonde slipping right out of the hug. As the Queen of the Beach backed away, Kylie cursed under her breath, rushing recklessly toward Sydney…but the Queen’s experience took hold. She had been fighting challenger after challenger and her instincts were honed and sharp, while Kylie hadn’t fought in a while. Jenner was still trying to shake off ring rust, while the blonde was at the top of her game.
Sydney dodged the bull rush, weaving to the side so that Kylie hit the ropes behind her, the young entrepreneur bouncing back toward her newfound rival. As she flew back toward Sydney, her feet pounding wildly against the sand, the blonde braced herself, waiting for just the right moment, and then…
Then, as Kylie came toward her again, Sydney leaped toward her, arching her back to push her generously sized breasts forward. They slammed into the face of the out of control Kylie, the impact sending her sprawling into the sand while Sydney made a graceful landing on her feet after bouncing back. She stood over Kylie and quickly blew her a kiss, then turned away from her, stepping toward the ropes and raising her hands toward the crowd, smiling as she listened to their cheers and applause of approval.
Kylie seethed with rage watching Sydney soak in the dumbfuck fans adoration. She scrambled to her feet, raging as she went fully on the attack. Her fists flew toward Sydney, wide hooks and haymakers thrown toward the blonde, but Sydney saw every one of them coming, ducking, dodging, twisting, and pirouetting like the most graceful of ballerinas out of their way. She waited for just the right moment, for Kylie to throw one huge, reckless attack at her, and then suddenly she went low, sweeping out Kylie’s legs with one of her own. Jenner’s eyes grew wide, as her legs were knocked out from under her, causing her to fall onto her great big ass into the sand, sending tiny particles of the rough stuff flying in every direction. She began to hurry back to her feet again, wanting to go back on the attack, but…
Ding ding ding.
The first round ended just as quickly as it had begun, the scoreboard on one side of the arena lighting up with the match’s new score:
SYDNEY SWEENEY - 1
KYLIE JENNER - 0
As the bell rang out, Sydney returned to her corner, a bright smile on her face as she leaned back against the ropes, watching Kylie from afar. Kylie, on the other hand, was left in shock as she stood there, scarcely able to believe how easily Sydney had handled her, treating her like a novice that had never set foot in the ring before. There was no doubt that Sweeney had been in control for almost all of that round, giving her the easy point. With anger covering her face, Kylie stomped off to her own corner, trying to regroup and calm her nerves.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to break Sydney. She was supposed to dominate and humiliate her. Things were supposed to be different! She was supposed to be in control! Not this blonde bimbo!
It didn’t take long for the bell to ring out again, and when it did, Kylie looked toward Sydney, ready to start the second round. The moment she laid her eyes on the beautiful blonde again though, she felt a deep rage overtake her, filling her heart and causing her to lose all control.
Like a beast uncaged, she came exploding out of the corner, rushing toward Sydney once more, trying to slam her bigger body into the blonde’s and tackle her down into the hot sand at their feet.
Kylie’s motivations were clear, far too clear to the Queen. Sweeney had never been in the ring with someone who clearly meant her so much harm before, but she was experienced enough to try and use that rage against her darker-haired foe. Like the champion she was, the blonde expertly caught Kylie in a textbook drop toehold bringing Jenner violently onto her face in the warm sand. Kylie quickly tried to rise to a vertical base but was stunned as she saw Syndey bounce off the ropes and come running back down her, leaping off her feet and flying through the air with the most beautiful of dropkicks.
Sydney’s bare feet slammed into Kylie’s chest, causing Kylie’s tits to nearly explode from her top as both women hit the sand. It was Sydney who was quick to jump back to her feet first though, while Kylie was left laid out on her side, panicking as she tried to shove her jugs back into her top. While she was trying to fix her wardrobe malfunction, however, she suddenly felt a hand wrap around one of her wrists. Sydney was right *there,* leaving Kylie no time to catch her breath as the blonde began pulling her back up to her feet.
As soon as Sydney had her standing, she slipped around behind Kylie, the blonde’s massive chest pushing into her from behind, pancaking against Kylie’s back. Her hands came up, cupping Kylie’s own tits, giving her jugs a solid squeeze (which earned a loud roar of approval from the crowd) as she leaned in close and whispered to Kylie in a low, almost sultry voice, almost like she was mocking Kylie’s tone from the start of the fight.
“What happened to only needing one round to handle me, huh…?”
Kylie felt a blush cross her face at those words, and at the feeling of Sydney’s hands upon her chest she began to moan, squirming against her. She had to get free, she had to turn this back around!
Almost instantly she began to swing her arms back toward Sydney, flailing at her, trying to strike and elbow at the blonde, desperate now with the realization that Sydney was dominating her. Kylie wasn’t thinking straight, Sydney’s control of the fight getting to her, getting into her head and causing her to lose all control of herself once again. Kylie’s fury was boiling over as she heard the crowd cheer for who she considered to be a Barbie doll bimbo.
“Enough!” She screamed as she exploded and managed to catch a grip of Sydney’s glamorous blonde locks. With a violent jerk, she pulled Sweeney off balance, sharply leapning forward to flip her over her shoulder, the champion landing with a thud before her, tits up as she laid on the sand. Before Sydney could process the sudden turn of events, the sun above her was blotted out by the sight of Kylie’s fearsome black-clad butt. Jenner was standing above her, taking aim like a B-52 pilot..
BOMBS AWAY!
Kylie leaped up, dropping her full payload on Sydney’s tits below, landing upon them with a heavy crash.
Sweeney's eyes nearly exploded from her eye sockets as Kylie’s ass practically crushed her boobs flat beneath it’s weight. Kylie herself, however, was nearly taken aback by the Queen of the Beach’s pair as she bounced clean off her rival.
Sydney gasped for air she got to all fours cralding her wounded breasts. She was totally unpared as a looming Jenner PUNTED her with Glee as the bell rang
With a loud gasp, Sydney rolled over onto her hands and knees, cradling her wounded chest. She was totally unprepared to defend herself, Kylie rushing over to deliver a glee punt right into her ribs, just as the bell rang out once more. The second round was over, but even with Kylie in clear control at the end, Sydney had dominated enough of the round that she picked up the second point.
SYDNEY SWEENEY - 2
KYLIE JENNER - 0
The impact from Kylie’s kick sent Sydney’s body rolling across the sand, and Kylie would have loved to continue her attack, but she wasn’t foolish enough to keep it up with the round being over. That malicious, vile smile crept back onto her lips, and a moment later, she cleared her throat and spit down at Sydney, the glob of saliva striking the blonde’s body and showing her what Kylie really thought about the reigning queen.
She then turned away from Sydney, and under a chorus of boos from the audience headed back to her corner. Her eyes glanced at the scoreboard as she stepped across the sand, expecting this round to go to her, but…it didn’t. Sydney had claimed this round too.
Kylie snarled, anger filling her again. She felt like she had just been screwed. That round should have been hers, and if she had lashed out with her punt just a moment sooner, she was confident she would have taken the round. She grunted in annoyance, and then sighed. It didn’t matter. She would make it up in round three.
At the same time, Sydney had gotten up from the sand and had stumbled toward her corner, gingerly rubbing her sore chest. Kylie’s attack had done a number on her, hurting her ladies and knocking the wind from her body, but…she had still scored the round. As she rested in her corner she took a deep breath and waited for the bell to signal the start of the next round.
The *final* round as far as she was concerned. All she had to do was stay ahead of Kylie here, and this fight would be over.
As the bell rang to signal the start of round three, Sydney burst from her corner and instantly engaged Kylie under the roars and screams of the Queen of the Beach’s faithful fans. Sweeney was done being passive. She was going to take the fight to Kylie Jenner and send her ass back to reality TV. The bikini-clad combatants circled like fighting goldfish, Kylie rushing forward as well to meet Sydney in the center of the ring. The blonde pushed her speed as they drew close, lashing out with a few quick jabs, and landed a few glancing blows off of Kylie’s formidable guard.
Jenner’s sturdy frame absorbed the blonde’s blows as she countered with tact and force. Sydney’s legions of fans began to grow anxious watching Kylie absorb the bombshell’s attacks. Surely but slowly, Sydney's speed waned and Kylie made her move. She watched a telegraphed right fist from the blonde and ducked under it, suddenly countering with a viscous uppercut, blasting straight into Sweeney’s taut abs. Her fist drilled so deep, so hard, that she could practically feel Sydney’s spine through her stomach.
Despite everything, Kylie was feeling calm. She was focused now, especially after that deep blow. She had lost two rounds and now everything was on the line. She couldn’t lose this round. She WOULDN’T lose this one. Not to a blonde Barbie bitch like Sydney.
Sydney could hit hard, but not hard enough to faze Kylie, and when she finally struck out and nailed the blonde with her uppercut…fuck. It felt good. It felt damn good. It was almost *orgasmic.*
Sydney, meanwhile…Sydney’s eyes grew wide as Kylie blasted the air from her lungs, and she began to falter, starting to fall back, but Kylie wouldn’t let her. Not yet. She stayed on Sydney, grabbing her by the shoulder to keep her standing, and then lashed out again, another fist drilling into her stomach. Then another, and she let go of Sydney’s arm, swinging a wild haymaker toward the girl’s face. Instincts took over and Sydney’s arms flew up to try and protect her, but the sheer fury of the attack was still enough to cause her to stumble backward, right against the ring ropes, her arms falling back over them.
She was a sitting duck now, a perfect target, and Kylie knew just how to handle her now.
She shifted her aim, and began to wail on Sydney’s incredible tits. Fist after fist swung toward them, each shot that Kylie landed causing the blonde to wail in pain, to cry in agony. Kylie had her targets, and now she was going to do everything she could to hammer and punish them while she had the opportunity.
For the first time in Sydney Sweeney’s short but historically decorated career, she was overwhelmed. Sweeney’s die-hard supporters were confident in their champion but some feared Kylie’s raw power, and right now the Billionaire Bitch was putting it on full display for the cameras and the crowd. Her body moving on pure instinct, Sydney tore her arms from the ropes, using them to cover her chest, trying to slip away from the ropes, but that’s when Kylie struck again.
With hands clasped together, she raised her arms high, then swung toward Sydney’s back as she tried to get away from Kylie. The crowd responded with a wave of thunderous boos, but Kylie didn’t care how they felt about things. The impact of the blow was enough to send Sydney stumbling into the corner, hitting it rack-first and leaving her a sitting duck.
Before Sydney could even take a breath and even consider turning around, the Billionare Bitch was back on her. Kylie swiftly grabbed Sweeney by the shoulder, twisting her around to face her once more. Her hands grabbed for the blonde’s wrists, throwing them back over the ropes and leaving Sydney entangled against them, and now she truly was the perfect target.
Kylie took a step back and her eyes went wide with vile delight at what she was looking at. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in the ring.
A pair of twins…
Star-spangled…
Sweaty…
Slick…
Heaving…
The ultimate targets for all of her anger, all of her hate, all of her fury.
Sydney struggled against the ropes. She tried to tear herself free. She tried to get her arms untangled before it was too late.
But…
*It was too fucking late.*
Before she could even come close to escaping, the vicious and vile Kylie was on her, attacking her with a yet unseen fury, a dark passion for destruction unlike anything Sydney had ever faced. Fist after fist after fist slammed into Sydney’s grand and glorious tits, each strike sending flecks of sweat off of them, each punch causing them to bounce and jiggle around like balloons in a hurricane…and that hurricane was named Hurricane Kylie, a woman who had finally gotten the chance she wanted and was taking full advantage of it.
She lashed out, over and over, pounding the helpless blonde’s chest again and again. Bruises began to form, marring Sydney’s perfect skin, a lasting reminder that even if she won today, Kylie had at least for this moment gotten the better of her. Kylie was like a woman possessed as she struck at the chest of her hated rival, and when her knuckles began to hurt, she switched to her fingertips, slashing and clawing at Sydney’s perfect, world-famous jugs. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to still leave long glowing red lines across her skin as she mauled the helpless, trapped champion.
And then, Kylie’s eyes lit up, shining as bright as the Fourth of July fireworks that would be exploding later that night.
Throughout all of her fights, no one had ever managed to strip Sydney. No one had ever managed to reveal her tits in full, and Kylie wanted to be the first woman to do that. Her hands lashed out, grabbing Sydney’s patriotic bikini top, and just as she began to pull on it, trying to yank it away…
Ding ding ding.
The bell rang. The round was over.
Immediately Kylie ceased pulling, but she still hung on for a moment, glaring icy daggers at the blonde.
“You’re fucking done…” she warned, before dropping her hands, letting go of the top and walking away, moving back to her own corner. Along the way, she noticed the scoreboard, and a sick smile came to her face at the sight…
SYDNEY SWEENEY - 2
KYLIE JENNER - 1
Oh yeah. She was back in the game.
As she turned back to her corner, a pair of officials quickly swarmed Sydney, freeing her arms from their entanglement, and as soon as they did the blonde dropped to her knees, clutching her aching, hurting chest with both hands. She was in pain. She was in a pain that she had never felt before. Every punch from Kylie, every rake of her claws across her tits, every attack that the Billionaire Bitch had landed while she was trapped had caused Sydney to cry out, to scream and wail in pain. She didn’t know if her chest would *ever* recover, but somehow, *somehow* she had to keep fighting. She only needed one more round to do this.
With a final deep breath, she returned to her feet, rising up from the land, then leaning back against the corner. This was it. When the bell rang to begin the fourth round, she would have to hit Kylie with everything she had. She couldn’t afford to lose another round. She had to end this **now.**
When the bell rang to signal the start of the fourth round, both women stepped forth from their corners, silent as they approached each other. There was no taunting, no flashy displays of bravado. Both women were exhausted, both of them pushing each other to their limits, and they both knew they needed to conserve their energy, and strike only when appropriate. At this point, one mistake would cost them the entire fight, and neither woman wanted to risk things.
Even the crowd was silent. It was rare for anyone to make it to three rounds against Sydney, and no one had *ever* made it to round four. For the audience watching, this was something that had never happened before, and some of them had even shifted their allegiance, wanting to see if Kylie could go all the way.
The two women drew closer, and began to circle around one another. It was Sydney who threw the first strike though, her dismay at being pushed this far and her desperation to put Kylie away getting the better of her. She stepped in quick, feet light against the sand, and threw her arm toward Kylie’s face, trying to stun her with a stiff backhand. Kylie was ready for this though, and as Sydney swung at her, she lunged forward, dipping beneath the strike and popping back up to drive her knee straight into the gut of the reigning Queen. Not for the first time this fight, Sydney felt the air blasted out of her lungs, and she began to stumble away, almost as if she was going to fall back. Kylie quickly approached, ready to pounce, but Sydney quickly caught her balance, catching herself and shuffling back from the black bikini bitch.
Still, Kylie persisted. She came after Sydney, her mind one-tracked as her eyes fell upon Sydney’s chest. More than anything, more than anything in the world she wanted to destroy Sydney’s jugs, to ruin her best feature past the point of no return. She stepped after Sydney and lashed out, ready to drag her nails across the woman’s tits again, but when she did the blonde was ready for her.
Kylie’s arm swung out, and Sydney reached up, catching it before her claw could land. She quickly pivoted, swinging Kylie toward the ropes that were at her own back. Kylie was dragged forward, pushed front-first into the ropes, but Sydney kept a hold on her arm, twisting it behind Jenner as she pressed against her backside. She was trying to pin Kylie against the ropes, trying to keep her restrained, and it had been any other woman she might have had it. There was just one problem.
Kylie was bigger.
Kylie was heavier.
And Kylie was stronger.
As soon as she felt Sydney pushing into her, the Billionaire Bitch twisted her upper body around, slamming the elbow of her free arm directly into Sydney’s ribs. Sydney howled, and let her rival go, staggering back away from her. As soon as Kylie was released, she turned around, and seeing the blonde thrown off balance, she decided to attack.
She leaned back against the ropes, and bounced off of them, throwing herself back toward Sydney, and before Sydney could prepare herself, the bigger woman slammed into her, tackling her and bringing her down into the sand.
Kylie slammed into Sydney, and the blonde fell back into her back, lying in the warm sand with Jenner landing atop her. Kylie was quick to move, scrambling into a sitting position atop the blonde, her thick ass pushing down against the smooth stomach of Sydney.
She reached down, and snatched a handful of the woman’s hair, jerking her head up out of the sand. She stared down at her, her fiery gaze burning into Sydney’s eyes, and with a voice filled with venom and bile, she screamed.
“I HATE YOU!”
Truer words had never been spoken in the Queen of the Beach events before. Kylie had nothing but hate in her heart for Sydney. There was no love there, nothing but a burning, dark hatred for the blonde that was lying beneath her.
As she tightly gripped the sweat-matted blonde hair of her rival, she raised her other arm upward, and began to swing at Sydney. Forearm after forearm crashed into the side of Sydney’s skull, Kylie trying to beat her senseless, ready to end this fight right here and right now.
It wasn’t supposed to have been like this. Sydney was supposed to have been an easy opponent. She was supposed to have been beaten already, and with every blow she swung at Sydney, it was like Kylie was trying to work out all of her frustrations from this fight.
But…
Sydney wasn’t the Queen of the Beach for nothing.
As Kylie raised her arm for the fourth strike, Sydney’s hands suddenly shot up. They grabbed the billionaire by her shoulders, and with a tired yell, Sydney bucked up her body, twisting to the side, forcing Kylie onto her back and herself to roll over atop of her.
Just like Kylie had done, Sydney raised an arm and began to hammer down at Kylie, but she had barely gotten in two blows when Kylie’s hands grabbed her, rolling her back over again. Kylie went for another strike, but again Sydney managed to roll her back over.
Again and again, the two went like this, back and forth, each one of them struggling to mount the other, to get atop of her and pin her down. They were both tired though, running on reserves, and neither could quite find the strength to restrain the other. Hands grasped at bodies, pulled at hair, the two of them rolling around the sand in a desperate struggle to come out on top.
And finally, it was Sydney, the Queen of the Beach herself, who found the advantage
Sydney managed to get on top of Kylie again, fully expecting Kylie to flip her back over, but there was a moment’s hesitation from the dark-haired warrior. A brief moment when she faltered, not having the strength to reverse their positions quite yet. That moment was all that Sydney needed, and in that moment she struck.
She shifted her position. She raised her chest, and quickly she slammed it back down again, her massive jugs covering the face of Kylie. Sydney winced at the pain of dropping her already aching ladies down upon Kylie, but the reaction she got from Jenner made it all worthwhile. The moment those tits struck her face, Kylie went into a panic. This was, in every possible way, the worst-case scenario. *The Sydney Smother.* Her infamous signature technique. No woman who had ever been beneath those tits had ever escaped, and now Kylie found herself there, trapped beneath the marshmallow hell that was Sydney Sweeney’s world-class chest.
She began to scream, but her screams were muffled by mountains of sweaty, burning hot flesh. She tried to buck her body up, to throw Sydney off, but Sydney caught her by the wrists, pinning her arms against the sand, holding her in place. She tried to turn her head to the left, and to the right, but every way she turned her head, Sydney was *there,* adjusting her position to keep Kylie covered and smothered, trying to cut off her air and bring their fight to its final end.
Luckily for Kylie, though, Sydney was just as exhausted as she was, and despite her best efforts, despite how well she was keeping Kylie under control, she couldn’t fully lock in her smother. Kylie twisted her head back and forth, managing to find small pockets of air, managing to keep breathing, but unluckily for her, these pockets weren’t enough. She was delaying the inevitable. She was done. She could feel her lungs burning and she could feel her body tiring. Any moment now, it would be over.
Sydney knew this too, and in a desperate attempt to finish Kylie off, she let go of her arms. She grabbed the woman by the sides of her head, using two handfuls of her hair to keep her in place, to keep her heading from turning and finding new ways to breath. She pushed down her upper body, forcing the full weight of her perfect, aching tits against Kylie’s face.
It was over.
Kylie was done.
She was trapped within the smother, with no escape.
Kylie didn’t have the energy to keep struggling. She didn’t have the strength to fight back. In the end, all she had left was her pride, and despite how shattered her ego felt, she was too proud to let Sydney smother her out like this. She would submit, and deny the blonde the satisfaction of making her just another bitch who had passed out under her chest.
She raised an arm into the air, letting her hand hover there for just a moment, trying to decide if she really wanted to do this. Sydney on the other hand was overjoyed. Kylie had stopped moving beneath her! The bitch was done! She had to be! She was passed out like so many drunks would be after tonight’s Fourth of July celebrations! She didn’t even notice Kylie raising her hand, didn’t even notice it dropping toward the sand.
But before it could hit the sand…
Before Kylie could tap out…
Ding ding ding.
The bells echoed in Sydney’s ears and she couldn’t believe it. She had done in! She had BEAT Kylie Jenner! This was the most grueling challenge of her young life but she did it! She beat the fucking bitch! Sydney released a gasping Kylie and stumbled to her feet, grinning like a small child let loose in a candy store.
“I did it...I DID IT! GET ME MY TIARA!” She screamed, wanting to bask in the glow of her victory, but…
Sydney looked around to her seas of fans seeing a strange mix of confusion, hearing a strange mix of weak cheers and murmurers from them. She had thought the fight was over. She had thought the referee had called it. Kylie was out, smothered out beneath her chest, so the match was done, right?
But the referee shook her head, gesturing behind Sydney, and when the blonde turned around…there she was. Kylie, back on her feet. She was panting, her chest heaving as she struggled to breath, to refill her lungs, but the Billionaire was still standing. She wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.
Sydney looked like she had just seen a ghost. Her face turned a pale white, unbelieving what was she was seeing. There was no way. No way! It was impossible!
But it was possible, and upon seeing her disbelief and confusion, Kylie smirked, stepping forward and brushing past Sydney on the way to her corner. The fight wasn’t over. There was still one more round, and this time, Kylie had no choice. She had to finish Sydney off once and for all.
SYDNEY SWEENEY - 2
KYLIE JENNER - 2
Sydney stumbled back to her own corner, in a daze as she tried to wrap her mind around the situation at hand. Kylie was a monster. She was goddamn inhuman, forcing Sydney past her limits like this. And somehow, despite everything, the judges had awarded Kylie the point in that around. Despite having her in the smother, despite having her this close to being knocked out, they had given Kylie the round. It was unreal. It was unbelievable.
For the first time in her entire fighting career, Sydney felt an emotion she had never felt before: *fear.* The fear of losing. The fear of this demon named Kylie taking everything away from her. The fear of losing her title, her respect, and the admiration of all her fans.
For the first time ever, Sydney was afraid.
She leaned against her corner, panting, closing her eyes as she tried to calm her nerves. Kylie wasn’t a monster. She was just a human, like every other bitch that she had beat. She could handle Kylie. She could take her out just like every other opponent. She just had to do it her way and play to her strengths.
And as the bell rang to signal the start of the final round, she had an idea. She knew *just* how to handle Kylie.
When the bell rang, Sydney stepped out of the corner. One step, then two, and then she stopped, holding up a hand toward Kylie as if to tell her to stop too. She took a deep breath, and then called out across the ring toward her rival, trying to keep her voice strong as she addressed her.
“You want to destroy my tits so bad?” She asked, staring across the ring toward Kylie. She leaned slightly forward, causing her bruised breasts to jiggle, and to lightly sway back and forth. “You want to hit me where it hurts? You want to wreck my tits because you’re such a jealous bitch?”
She straightened back up, standing tall and proud, arching her back to thrust her bombshells in Kylie’s direction.
“Then do it *right.* Titfight me, right here and right now. Unless, of course, you’re too scared…”
You didn’t get to here Kylie was in life without being a cold-hearted, calculating bitch. Kylie had a plan all along, and like the bimbo she was, the Queen of the Beach had fallen right for it. Kylie knew it would come down to this, she knew that Sydney would be so proud of her rack that she would want to try and end things in a titfight, and Kylie had been expecting it. She could barely contain her excitement, barely hide her smile at what was about to happen.
With an evil smile on her lips, Kylie readied her girls and moved with an almost predator-like, sultry strut to the center of the ring
The sun shined bright
The cameras flashed
Kylie Jenner and Sydney Sweeney’s final battle was about to begin
Kylie didn't say a word. She didn't need to. From the way she moved, from the way she pushed out her ladies, Sydney knew that her challenge had been accepted. Just like that, Kylie was stepping into her own trap, and the blonde was confident that Kylie's arrogance was going to lead to her downfall. In the arena of the titfight, Sydney was unstoppable, and even with the damage her mountains had taken she was sure that she could put down Kylie now.
Kylie strutted to the center of the ring, and Sydney stepped forth to meet her. She approached her slowly at first, and then when she drew closer she suddenly lunged forward, practically *slamming* her bigger tits against Kylie's pair. Kylie, to her credit, was waiting for this though. She had planted her feet wide, not budging an inch as the blonde rushed into her. The two women collided head-on, bodies and breasts smashing into one another as each of them began the struggle to overpower and dominate the other.
For the start, at least, the two women were hands-off. They didn't touch each other, save for both of their impressive racks pushing together. At first, it looked like Sydney would pick up the advantage. She was smaller overall, but her tits held the advantage over Kylie, and after a few seconds of pushing against each other, Kylie began to back off, losing ground, one step, and then another. She quick reasserted herself though, summoning her strength and shoving back against Sydney...who, despite her confidence, was in a bad spot. Kylie had done a number to her jugs, she had put them through the wringer and had caused serious, possibly lasting damage to them. It didn't take long for the sensation of their chests rubbing together to alight the pain in her tits again, and before she knew it, the blonde was being forced back, Kylie's own sizable tits starting to overpower those of the reigning Queen's pair.
As Sydney began to lose ground, Kylie grinned, tasting the blood in the water as the blonde backed away. She paused for just a brief moment, relenting to take a short step backward, but it was only so she had room to build up momentum. She rushed right back toward Sydney, twisting her upper body around, using her tits almost like a pair of wrecking balls, swinging them directly into Sydney's pair.
When their jugs collided, Sydney screamed in pain, taking another step back away from Kylie. The pain was rough. It was almost unbearable. She was the goddamn Queen of the Beach though, and she wasn't going to just stand there and take it from Kylie like that. She inhaled sharply, biting her own tongue to distract herself from the pain in her chest, then lunged back at Jenner. Her own body twisted around, swinging her tits in return back toward Kylie's own pair.
If Kylie's jugs had been like wrecking balls, Sydney's larger, heavier set were like nuclear bombs, slamming into Kylie with as much power as the exhausted blonde could muster. Sydney had to bite harder to stop herself from crying out, instead letting Kylie screech in pain instead. Kylie's tits were incredible, but even they couldn't handle a head-on collision like that, and now the Billionaire Bitch found herself stumbling backward from the shorter blonde woman.
As Kylie retreated backward, Sydney pressed her attack. She swung her tits again, and again, staying on Kylie and slamming them against her rival's jugs a second time, and then a third. The pain in her own chest was excruciating, but she kept up her attack, she *had* to. It was working, too, Kylie was staggering back from her, crying out with each rough collision of their big, bouncing busts.
After the third attack, Kylie found herself with her back to the ropes, eyes wide and body sore. She looked up just in time to see Sydney rushing at her again, the bitch actually jumping off of her feet toward her, trying to hit her with a standing chest-to-chest splash!
Her body moved on instinct, ducking out of the way of Sydney's wild attack. The blonde struck the ropes, bouncing back off of them on unsteady feet, and by the time she found her balance and turned back around...there was Kylie once again. The larger woman rushed toward her once more, and this time she was swinging her bust back toward Sydney's again.
Jugs collided once more, the sound of sweat-soaked flesh smacking into sweat-soaked flesh echoing around them. Sydney wailed out as they collided, but this time she stole a page from Kylie's own book. When the darker-haired woman slammed into her, Sydney's arms shot up, wrapping around her body, squeezing Kylie against herself. Just like Kylie had tried to at the start of the match, Sydney was wrapping her rival up in a bearhug, forcing their chests to push and press together, forcing their tits to grind hard against each other.
It was Kylie's turn to wail out now, gnashing her teeth in frustration as Sydney squeezed the two of them together. Without missing a beat her own arms came up, snaking back around Sydney's waist, twin pythons crushing and squeezing the blonde just as hard as Sydney was squeezing her. The two of them pushed their foreheads together, glaring into each other's eyes as they each tried to outpower and overcome the other. As they squeezed each other, their tits were forced closer together, rubbing and grinding together, skin sliding against skin as they each cried out, each moaning in a mix of pain and frustration, neither of them wanting to relent even a little bit.
The crowd was back on their feet, roaring and screaming at the sight of the two women. It seemed like it was anyone's game. No one had any clue which of the two women would break first. Most of the crowd was roaring, cheering, screaming, not for either woman in particular but just at the mere sight of the two women trying to force the other to give in.
For Sydney, all she had to do was hold out. She had her two rounds, if she could just last until the end of the round, she would win. Her pride as the Queen of the Beach wouldn't let her back down though, wouldn't let her back off even if it was the smarter move.
For Kylie, she had to break Sydney. She had to force her to submit, or knock her out, or pin her. She couldn't afford to back off, not when she had Sydney trapped like this. All she had to do was up the pressure, squeeze her just a little bit harder, and she knew, she fucking *knew* she could win this.
Cameras were flashing. The crowd, nay, the *world* was watching. Something had to give. Someone had to break.
And then finally...
It happened.
Earlier in the match, Kylie had unloaded everything she had onto Sydney's chest. She had attacked the woman's jugs with an impossible fury, pounding them and clawing them and mauling them with an anger that had never been seen on the beach before. And now? Now that she was going tit-to-tit with Kylie? All that damage, all those attacks...it was finally taking its toll on her. The feeling of Kylie's sizable bust rubbing against hers, grinding against her bruised bosom...it was too much. She just couldn't handle it anymore. The pain was too great for even her.
In a straight-up titfight, Sydney most likely would have easily toppled Kylie. But at this point in their match? After everything she had been through? Sydney's chest just couldn't handle it anymore.
Her arms went limp, and then dropped from Kylie's waist. Her head tilted backward, and she let out a long, deep scream, a banshee's cry of pain. The sound echoed through the beach, and the audience gasped loudly at the sound. No one had ever made Sydney scream like that. *No one.*
Kylie grinned, her eyes growing wide in excitement. She had her. She fucking had her! Sydney was done! All that was left was to finish the job!
She could have ended her with the bearhug. She could have squeezed her into submission. She didn't just want to win though. She still wanted to demolish Sydney's tits. She still wanted to beat them into nothing. She wanted to make sure those prized jugs would be worthless, and she knew just how she wanted to do it, exactly how she wanted to finish the blonde bimbo.
Her eyes quickly glanced at the scoreboard, noting the timer that was counting down. There wasn't much time left in the round, so she knew she needed to be fast. She tightened her arms around Sydney, giving her one more squeeze, before letting her go, letting the blonde drop to the sand at her feet. Sydney whimpered in pain, rolling over onto her back, her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe, to fill her lungs again. Kylie, meanwhile, turned away from her, rushing to the closest corner of the ring, starting to scramble up to the top rope.
The crowd stared in awe as Kylie climbed up the corner of the ring, balancing perilously atop the ropes as she slowly turned to face Sydney. The blonde was laid out in the sand, barely moving, her eyes half-closed as she stared upward at the cloudless sky above. The bearhug had done a number on her, and as far as anyone could tell, she was done. She was fucking done.
But that wasn't good enough for Kylie. This bitch needed to learn a harsh lesson, and Jenner was just the teacher for it.
She stood up straight on the top ropes, posing for a moment, and then...
She leaped off toward Sydney.
Her arms and legs spread wide, as she flew through the air.
And then...
Then...
Her body slammed hard onto Sydney's prone form. She nailed the blonde with a perfect full-body splash, bringing her full weight down atop her, and more importantly, bringing down the full power of her huge, eye-catching tits. They nailed Sydney's jugs dead-on, dropping onto them like a pair of meteors from above.
The two women made impact, and Sydney's eyes grew wide, nearly popping out of her skull. She jerked up beneath Kylie, screaming once more before going limp and still again, the pain in her chest far past the point of being bearable now. As for Kylie, she bounced off of Sweeney, cursing the pain running through her own chest as she landed in the sand beside the blonde, confident that Sydney had taken the worst of the damage, confident that she had finally succeeded in crushing the blonde's jugs beneath her own.
The deed was done. Kylie was confident that Sydney was finished. Now she just had to secure her win. Now she had to make Sydney scream.
She sat up from where she was lying, sand stuck to her sweaty body. She looked over to see Sydney lying there beside her, her body shuddering in pain, the blonde unable to move. The referee should have called it by now. She should have ended the match. For whatever reason though, she didn’t, and Kylie was thankful for it. She wanted to end this on her terms.
She crawled over to Sydney and grabbed her by the arm, starting to stand, pulling the blonde over and onto her stomach in the process. Then, she stepped over her, one foot on either side of her body before squatting down atop her. She grabbed Sydney’s other arm, pulling both of them backward, draping them over her knees. Then she reached forward, clasping the blonde by the chin with both hands, and with a deep breath she began to pull backward, forcing the beaten and battered blonde into a camel clutch submission hold.
Sydney couldn’t stop her. She didn’t have the strength. She was powerless, helpless, and defenseless as she was worked into the hold. All she could do was scream as Kylie began to bend her backward, a sky-splitting scream that echoed down the beach as Kylie began increasing the pressure.
Sydney’s body began to spasm and shake within Kylie’s hold. Her cries danced through the air, carried by the sea breeze to the ears of everyone listening. Kylie leaned further backward, and Sydney screamed louder. Kylie kept the hold locked in tight, and the blonde’s body was forced to bend unnaturally, contorting into a shape that no human body was ever meant to be in.
To make matters even worse, as she was bent backward; she could feel her mountainous melons pushing forward, straining against the fabric of her top. Sydney knew what was going to happen. She knew that if Kylie kept this up, her top was going to tear, and her jugs would be exposed to everyone watching. She had to submit. She had to give in. It was the only way out of this. It was the only way out of this humiliation.
But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not with her title as Queen of the Beach in the line. She was hurting, her entire body was sore, but she could withstand this. She HAD to. Without the Queen of the Beach title, she was nothing. Nothing! She couldn’t let Kylie take that from her! Not now, and not ever!
She opened her eyes, her sight rushing over the audience as if to ask them for help, as if asking them to lend her their strength. It was a fool’s request though. The crowd was cheering, roaring, and not all of those cheers were for her. Some people wanted to see her suffering at this point. Some people wanted Kylie to end her reign.
And then she heard it: that voice, the cruel, malicious voice, coaxing her toward a surrender, demanding that she give up.
“Submit, Sweeney! I won’t hesitate to break you in half! Give up and SUBMIT TO ME, YOU SORRY BITCH!”
That voice sent a chill down her alone, a cold shiver racing down her aching back. Kylie would do it. She knew she would. Kylie wouldn’t hesitate to break her if she didn’t give in.
Her eyes glanced about, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the scoreboard. Thirty seconds! She just had to hold out for thirty seconds more!
She bit her lip, shaking her head as the referee asked if she would submit. Kylie leaned back further, screaming at her to give in, but still, Sydney held out.
Twenty-five seconds!
Her mind raced toward all the women she had brag to get here. Goodwin. Rose. Daddario. Thorn. She was better than all of them, and she was damn sure better than Kylie! She could do this!
Twenty seconds!
Kylie sneered at her and screamed for her to submit again. Sydney shook her head, refusing to give up, even with the immense amount of pain running through her. She was so close, so very close…
Fifteen seconds!
She was Sydney Sweeney! She was the goddamn Queen of the Beach! She was untouchable! Invincible!
Ten seconds!
*Riiiip.*
As if out of nowhere, the pressure on her thin bikini top finally became too much. Star-spangled fabric tore in-between the cups, her top ripping in two. Her tits spilled out, perfect pink nipples, standing stiff and hard and put onto full display for the crowd watching. Cameras began to flash and snap like never before. An embarrassed blush deepened the blonde’s cheeks, the sensation of humiliation completely overtaking her.
That was it. That was the last straw. Between the pain, the agony of the clutch, the embarrassment of finally being exposed to everyone in the audience…
Five seconds!
It was all just too much for her.
Sydney threw her head backward, and with only a few seconds to go, she broke. She screamed at the top of her lungs, loud and shrill and angry and upset, shouting out her final submission to Kylie.
“A-AAAAAH! I C-CAN’T DO IT! Y-YOU WIN! I SUBMIT! I FUCKING **SUBMIT!**”
A pin drop could be heard as the hallowed beach arena fell silent amongst the shocking sound of The Queen of the Beach’s capitulation to the black-hearted Billionaire Bitch.
DING
DING
DING
The bell rang ending the title reign of Sydney Sweeney as tears flowed like rivers down the shattered former queen’s ruddy cheeks onto her battered bruised iconic boobs. The Sydney Sweeney that walked into the ring was gone probably forever, and what was left was a pitiful, weeping mess
Kylie whipped her hair back and ROARED in delight. She had it all…the match…the title…the tiara…and most importantly, those perfect tits of her opponent were toast. The stunning victrix pulled on her prey back one last time and leaned in close to Sydney’s ear, giving her one final whisper…
“Smile for the cameras bitch… you are LIVE, coast to fucking coast!”
Sydney Sweeney’s breaking at the hands of Billionaire Bitch reverberated across the globe in the homes of millions. Satisfied with her total victory, Kylie Jenner released the annihilated all-American girl. Sydney fell tits first to the sandy earth with a sad plop. It was over, it was all over. Kylie was just too much for her. Jenner slowly rose up to her feet, tall and proud, and gazed upon the stunned arena. The crowd was hushed into fearful awe of Sydney’s conquerer, silently staring upon the winner of the brutal, exhausting match.
“WINNER VIA SUBMISSION IN ROUND FIVE!”
“THE NEW QUEEN OF THE BEACH!”
“KYLIE JENNER!”
The ring announcer’s voice stabbed through the quivering heart of the busted bombshell as she heard those words she never thought she would hear. A ring attendant nervously approached the radiating victrix and handed Kylie the precious tiara of Sydney Sweeney. Kylie greedily snatched it before using her foot to flop the wreckage of the former champion onto her back, tits up and spread-eagled in the sand. Sydney offered no resistance as she lay ruined in her own ring, her battered boobs rising and falling in a shallow rhythm as Kylie put one foot between them, before placing the crown on her jet-black hair and posing under a wash of cameras for what felt like an eternity to the blonde.
Sydney just wished this nightmare would end, that she would wake up in bed safe and sound. Kylie seemed to have a similar idea, finally deciding it was time to wrap things up, and send Sydney off to a final slumber.
“Time for the cherry on top…” the new Queen purred. With her newly won crown on her head the Billionaire Bitch straddled the fallen champion with a slow sensual dominance. Kylie wrapped her legs around Sydney’s and pinned her arms over her head. Sydney tried her best to remain resolute in the face of absolute fear but Kylie’s tits hovering just inches from her face were just too much for her to handle.
She broke down, and began to beg.
“Please Kylie!”
“NO!”
“Please!”
“Please don’t do this!!”
Jenner’s bikini-clad world-class tits drew closer…
“Please god…”
“Please someone help me!!”
“KYLIE! PLEASE!”
“P-PLEA-...”
Sweeney's pathetic cries for mercy went unanswered, as Kylie Jenner’s slick and sweaty jugs engulfed her face.
Sydney expelled the rest of her breath and energy into a blood-curdling scream no one would ever hear, muffled by The Queen of the Beach’s victorious rack. Sweeney’s world soon went black, and her nightmare was finally over.
The reign of Kylie Jenner had began.
3 weeks later…
Sydney Sweeney had finally worked out the courage to leave her house. She couldn’t just sit around on her phone anymore. Kylie’s face had taken over the internet, splashed all over every site and every social media page. She couldn’t watch TV without seeing the highlights of their fight. She had to get out of the house. She had to get out, and get away, and just try to get some fresh air and get her mind off of things.
Needing some basics, she headed to her nearest Target, wearing dark sunglasses and a hoodie to hide her identity. The media had been hounding her for weeks for comments, but what could she say? Kylie had taken everything from her, had left her with nothing. She had no words left to give.
Speeding by the magazine racks, she went straight for the beauty products, needing all the help she could get after Kylie had torn her apart. She made sure not to look at the periodicals, knowing that Kylie’s face was on all of them, knowing that the cover of Beach Fighting Digest had a picture of the final seconds of the fight. When she finally reached the beautiful department, however, she stopped, stunned at what she was seeing.
A cardboard cutout of Kylie, a malicious grin on her face as she advertised her new line of fake nails…Sweeney Slashers.
With wide eyes, Sydney dropped to her knees, hugging her still sore tits, and right there, there in the middle of the store…Sydney wept, knowing she would never, ever live her loss down.
The End
