Small Town, Big Tits: Part 2

[Kerfuffling]

Back by popular demand (or at least the demand of one very flattering viewer)

"I literally cannot believe I missed it."
   
Phoebe lay sprawled belly up across her bed, cell phone pressed to her ear. The athletic twenty year old's fair skin was flushed red and shining with sweat. She had just returned from a five mile run. Her curly brown hair lay plastered across the sheets around her head.
   
"Did you get a look at her tits afterwards? What color were they?"  Her plump lips pressed together, then parted in a sharp, cruel laugh. "No fucking way!" Phoebe clutched at her stomach, flat and taut as a drum, as she tried to control her laughter.
   
"But no, seriously, if you had told me three years ago that Violet would be the one to finally tame Alice? I mean, get out of here." She closed her eyes and sighed. Behind her eyelids, visions of the humiliated blonde, face streaked with tears, tits crushed to pulp, danced.
   
Phoebe lifted the phone again. "Listen, I want you to spread the word. I get first shot at her. Hey, hey listen! If anyone has a problem with that, you tell them to take it up with me. That bitch's shell finally cracked, and I'm not going to let some little bimbo with two bit tits get the first taste of the meat underneath. Thanks boo, love you too!"
   
Phoebe tossed her phone aside and squealed, her legs kicking in the air. She glanced down at her chest, covered up by a sweat soaked sports bra. She peeled the wet cloth off over her head, watching with satisfaction as her tits emerged. The two spectacular double Ds shone with sweat, and she gently massaged them, feeling the firm flesh underneath.
   
"Oh yeah," she whispered to herself, remembering that fight years ago, in the locker room at Rockwell High. She had brought Alice to her knees, the blonde bimbo literally whimpering with pain. It had been Phoebe's moment of ascension, ruined by the sound of the door swinging open, the footsteps of Coach coming in to see why the girls were taking so long to clean up after gym class.
   
That fight had not been properly concluded, the rest of the girls quickly having pulled the two combatants apart and thrown some shirts over their bruised boobs, forming a human wall to block the sight from Coach.
   
Admittedly Alice had crushed her in their rematch a few weeks later, but it had been close, and besides, Phoebe had gotten cocky. This time, she would finish what she had started in the locker room all those years ago.

...

   
Diane was unhappy. This was not new.
   
Alice, Polly and Diane lounged by the deck of the pool in Alice's backyard. It was a nice backyard. The grass was thick and emerald green, the water was cool and sapphire blue, and the deck was hardwood and red. Each girl had an icy cold margarita, complete with little umbrella, and there was a plate of fresh fruit to enjoy. Still, the most critical element of all was missing.
   
There were no people to admire her!
   
Seriously, what was the point of wearing her cutest bikini top if there were no boys to gawk hopelessly, or girls to glare enviously? Of course, solitude was the primary purpose of their being there. In the week since the fight, everywhere they went, girls stared at Alice with the hungry look of circling vultures. The once proud blonde had taken to wearing baggy shirts and sunglasses, standing behind her friends when they went out, avoiding eye contact with other woman. It was kind of pathetic. But Alice had asked not to go out today, and Polly had agreed, so an outvoted Diane now found herself trapped in a fenced in backyard without so much as a pigeon to see how cute she looked.
   
As Diane quietly fumed, the glass door behind her slid open and Alice's mom Carol came out, carrying a fresh fruit platter. "You girls want some more watermelon?" She called in her typical honeyed voice.
   
Carol looked like a thicker, older Alice. The blonde housewife had some extra meat around her thighs and belly, and some lines on her face, but she still had a sort of mature beauty. And even underneath her shirt, Diane could make out the curves of her chest.
   
She knew the look of Carol's boobs well. It had been Carol that taught all three girls how to titfight, her heavy, powerful E cups slamming into theirs as she showed them how to strike, grind and bash with the best. They were nowhere near as firm as any of the younger girl's, but they still packed a fair amount of density. Diane could only imagine what a monster she must have been in her youth, when she had been the reigning boob queen in Rockwell.
   
"No thanks, Mom," called back Alice, in the annoyed voice of any adult who has to speak with their parents in front of their friends. Carol shrugged and sat at the table.
   
"Well, more for me then. You girls have the right idea, this sun is too nice to waste inside. Much better to spend time outdoors."
   
"Would be even nicer if we could go somewhere," muttered Diane, loudly enough to be heard. Polly gave her a warning look, but Diane continued. She was not totally sure if her next words were inspired more by boredom, or by her natural desire to stir the pot. "I don't see why we have to stay in exile just because Alice got humiliated by a preschooler."
   
Alice stiffened. The tension between her and Diane had been growing all week, ever since her first loss. The power dynamic in their group had previously been a settled issue, with Diane gracefully ceding to her friend, acknowledging her status as leader. But now that Diane had the only unbeaten boobs in the group, that balance had been broken. Now the question of which girl was better weighed on both their minds. It was like a bottle of soda which has fallen off the shelf. An explosion is going to happen, the only question is what the aftermath will look like.
   
"Diane," said Polly in a warning tone of voice, "Alice is our friend, and she's going through a rough time. We have to support her-"
   
"Oh give me a break, plenty of girls get their tits squished and move on with their lives. Not everyone can have perfect, unbeatable tits like mine." Diane suddenly grinned, a wicked grin, a nasty grin, the kind of grin usually reserved for grinches. "I just remembered, I totally forgot to tell you girls about a fight I had a few months back. There was this black freshman, Monique, who had tits a lot like yours, Alice. Hers might have actually been a little bigger and firmer, but that same general fat cow udder shape. Anyway, this bitch thought she was hot shit because nobody in her town had ever beaten her. And sure, she won a few matches at parties, no real noteworthy opponents, but she started thinking she was supergirl or something. So near the end of the year, she decided to challenge me. You know what happened?" Diane plucked a grape from the fruit platter, placed it between her boobs, and squeezed. The grape popped, juice splattering across her tits. "Didn't even take me a minute."
   
This story was only slightly exaggerated. The fight with Monique had lasted almost ten minutes, and by the end of it Diane had thought she would need to be wheeled out on a stretcher, but she had finally tamed the thick black girl's ebony tits, and forced her to watch as Diane fucked her boyfriend.
   
Alice was growing redder and redder. Diane could see that just one more push, and the dam would be broken. The two blondes would finally collide, and the dynamic of the group would be irrevocably altered. Did Diane really want to do this?
   
Screw it.
   
"Tell you what, Alice, if you're so scared of Violet, I'll take her down for you. Or hey, better idea. Why don't you ask mommy for help?"
   
Alice jumped up, storming towards Diane with fire in her blue eyes. Diane leaped up to meet her, her grey eyes crackling with lightning. Polly moved to step between them, but a hand on her shoulder held her back. Carol had grabbed her.
   
"Trust me, Polly, they need this," the older woman said. "I've always known those two would fight someday. I just hope they can both accept the outcome and stay friends."
   
As Alice and Diane glared, foreheads pressed together, they each began to strip their bikini tops. No words were necessary here, they had each performed this ritual a hundred times. Polly watched as two sets of firm young boobs fell into view.
   
The eye was naturally drawn first towards Alice's full, round tits. They hung down on her chest like a pair of cannonballs, their impossible firmness somehow holding them slightly aloft. But Diane's chest appeared even more firm still, her pointier, smaller boobs sitting high on her chest, barely drooping, nipples pointed proudly outwards.
   
Diane's eyes swiveled down, and she smirked. "Wow, those things look even droopier from up close. It even looks like Violet left some stretch marks!" Alice growled, and with a sudden yell she rammed forwards.
   
The first collision gave a meaty smack. Faint ripples of flesh spilled backwards from each set, Diane's seeming to hold their shape slightly better. Alice forced her shoulders forward, and Diane gasped as the sheer weight of her opponent's massive mammaries forced her back a step. As a space opened, Alice rammed forwards again. There was no finesse or technique in the motion, just raw, brute boob power. Diane was pushed backwards to the edge of the deck, jumping backwards to land on the green grass. The fight paused for just a moment as Alice climbed down, then resumed as the two girls brought their boobs together in another thunderclap inducing collision.
   
"She's making a mistake," Carol whispered to Polly. Polly studied the two sets, trying to figure out who she was referring to. Both girls still seemed so evenly matched.
   
"Who?"
   
"Alice. She let Diane get into her head, and now she wants to prove how firm her boobs are by fighting head on. But she can't compete with Diane like that. Nobody can. That girl has the firmest tits I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot."  Polly looked more closely, and sure enough, she saw what Carol was talking about.
   
Alice was driving Diane backwards with every strike, her weight and power causing heavy damage to the opposing pair, but Diane's denser tits pushed hers slightly inwards with every exchange.
   
Diane studied Alice carefully, waiting for her opening. It came as Alice came barreling forwards like a locomotive, ready to unload another powerful slam. As their chests collided, Diane threw her arms around Alice's shoulders and squeezed, pulling their tits even closer together. Alice groaned as Diane's tits pushed deep into hers, burrowing into her dense boob flesh before finally stopping.
   
Alice threw her own arms around Diane's waist, and the match slowed down to a grind. Both women gasped in pain and exertion as they squeezed and rolled their shoulders. Alice's large, meaty chest rolled over Diane's, but the platinum blonde's tits were like a pair of diamond tipped drills, punching deeper and deeper into Alice's boulders.
   
On one exchange, Diane dipped her shoulders down and rolled her chest upwards, pumping her tits into Alice's. The honey blonde bombshell moaned in agony as she felt Diane's hard nipples stab into her chest, pressing dangerously close to her inner core. The feeling was ominously close to how Violet had felt, as the firm young teenager had ground her once invincible boobs to mush.
   
The realization that she was losing yet again threw Alice off her game. Her grip began to loosen around Diane's waist, and the slimmer girl went for the kill. She started pumping her tits as hard as she could, driving deeper and deeper into Alice, firm bronze boobflesh starting to mushroom outwards.
   
"Fuck... not again," moaned Alice, her chest on fire now. She started desperately trying to shove Diane away. The swimmer's taut muscles let her keep the hold just long enough to get one last good grind in, before Alice's muscular advantage finally came into play and she shoved her way free.
   
As the two pulled apart, Polly had a chance to assess the damage. Diane's chest had certainly taken a beating, the skin an ugly red, and the once rock hard boobs visibly sagging. But Alice's chest hung far much lower, and what was more, there were two faint purple bruises forming on the tips of her chest, where Diane had targeted her attacks. Carol whistled long and low.
   
"Look at that precision," she remarked, a proud teacher. "Damn good way to bring a bigger girl down."
   
Diane certainly seemed to think so, because she charged forwards to ram Alice head on, her tits slamming right into the bruised section of flesh. Alice whimpered as she was shoved backwards, her boobs bending slightly inwards around Diane's pair. The muscular blonde tried to turn to the side, hoping to shield the damaged spots on her boobs, but Diane seized her by the shoulders and spun her around, striking head on to keep grinding the bigger girl down.
   
As Alice staggered back yet again, Diane started to laugh. She had been expecting this fight to be hard, yet here she was, grinding Alice down like some clueless freshman. Hell, another few hits and Alice's boobs would probably pop like the overinflated balloons that they were. "C'mon, Alice, hold still and fight me like a woman!"
   
That taunt proved to be a mistake, as Alice suddenly found her wind. In one fluid motion, she swung her chest upwards in a massive uppercut. Diane was caught flat footed, her C cup breasts taking the full double D blow from below. She moaned in agony as her tits were ripped upwards, shoved practically into her chin.
   
The pain did not stop there. Alice reached down and seized Diane around the waist, hoisting her bodily into the air, her tits sensitive underbelly exposed to Alice's monsters. Alice began to shake her around like a dog trying to break a rabbit's neck, bouncing her up and down, driving her bronze boobs into Diane's lighter set.
   
"Fuck!" Screamed Diane as she felt her boobs shoved all around her chest. She had no leverage, no way to push back. She was totally at the mercy of the bigger, stronger girl, and Alice was determined to take revenge. As Alice squeezed tight and forced her tits upwards, Diane could feel her tits practically start to tear free from her chest.
   
"That's my girl!" Carol called out, her maternal pride overwhelming her neutrality as a teacher. Polly was unable to feel the same level of excitement. Both girls were her friends. No matter which of them won, the group would lose.
   
The two girls were slick with sweat, having been fighting in the hot sun for almost five minutes now, and this is what allowed Diane to finally wriggle free, her moist form sliding through Alice's slick biceps. She frantically scrambled backwards, biting back a sob as her chest throbbed with pain.
   
Alice, her hair stuck to her head and her tits practically glowing red, grinned the grin of a savage she-wolf. "You really thought those little lumps could stand up to my melons? You're just a little girl playing dress up next to a real woman, and it's time for your delusions of superiority to end." She stalked forwards, her legs trembling faintly with exhaustion but still propelling her forwards with strength.
   
As she approached, Diane tried to go for another straight shot, but Alice swung from the right faster than she could react. The heavy orbs slammed into Diane's cones like a wrecking ball, and sent them wobbling across her chest. Diane whimpered at the sensation. She had never felt her boobs this weak, this floppy. Alice sent another hit from the left, causing both boobs to start spinning in opposite directions.
   
"See, this is how she should have been fighting from the beginning," Carol said to Polly. "Diane is firm, but she just doesn't have the mass to take on Alice in a slugfest like this."
   
Alice continued swinging from angles, using her mass to overwhelm Diane's denser tits. Diane managed to counter with some impressive hits of her own, and Alice cried out more than once, but the fight was clearly one sided, and both women knew it.
   
"If you give up now," growled Alice, pushing the words through a pained snarl,  "I'll let you walk out of here with your tits intact." Diane responded with just one finger. Alice roared and swung again, ready to knock her opponent's tits out of the park.
   
But her anger caused her to mistime her swing, and Diane managed to dodge backwards, sending Alice off balance for a key second. In that second, Diane caught her by the shoulders, lined her up, and rammed straight forwards.
   
Alice gurgled as she was hit yet again in the bruised part of her boobs. She felt Diane's set push deep, forcing her own dense boob meat backwards. Diane pulled back, the pain in her own chest too great to continue the assault. As the perky tits pulled back from their larger bronze rivals, the spectators witnessed something incredible.
   
"Holy shit..." breathed Polly. Where once the youthful flesh had sprung back into place like rubber, the dense boob meat now oozed like molasses. Alice watched in horror as her famously resilient chest slowly morphed back into shape, only recovering its form after a considerable delay. Diane, her shoulders heaving with gasps, her face scrunched with pain, lifted a triumphant arm in the air.
   
"Hell yes," she gasped out. "I finally broke your fat tits."
   
"Like hell you did!" Alice snapped back, her anger driving her forwards in spite of the pain. Diane met her in the middle, and both women cried out in agony as their chests collided. Alice struggled to push her chest forwards, but it was clear to both fighters that her chest was giving up more and more space.
   
Diane grabbed her by the shoulders and started to box back and forth, striking now the right and now the left, sending her tits deeper and deeper into Alice's weakening orbs with every blow. Alice spun her shoulders as well, sending heavy shots back into Diane's chest, and the platinum blonde girl cried openly from the pain.
   
"You're done, bitch, you're done, just give up," she begged. It felt like her tits were going to explode, but she couldn't stop now, she was so close. If she could just hold on a little longer, there was no way Alice's boobs could keep up the fight, right?
   
Alice swung another heavy shot into Diane, knocking her left tit almost back into her shoulder. Diane sobbed in pain as she rammed forwards, driving her right tit into Alice's, sending waves of titflesh spilling out around it.
   
In a sudden, shuddering motion, the strength seemed to leave Alice's legs, and she slumped forwards into Diane's arms, the tight swimmer's toned legs now holding the weight of both girls. She felt herself start to fall backwards, but with a supreme effort forced herself to stay upright, pulling Alice deeper into her chest, trying to grind out the last hint of firmness.
   
Alice bit her lip and screwed her eyes shut, and with a scream of anger, she threw herself forwards against her rival. Diane wailed, the wail becoming a shriek as the unbelievable heavy blonde boobs rolled over her set, almost swallowing them whole. Polly and Carol stared in awe as Alice's boobs seemed to engulf Diane's, both girls' mouths open in a silent cry of anguish, no energy left even to scream.
   
They hung together like that, stuck together by sticky sweat, as Carol and Polly tried to figure out who had come out the worst in that last exchange. Both blondes looked downwards, the pain in their boobs so bad they could not tell who had won by sensation alone.
   
Alice gave a relieved choke as she saw her boobs dominating the space between their chests, Diane's tits no longer even visible. That relief was short lived, as Diane shifted slightly, and Alice felt her boobs slide in response. In horror, she looked closer, to realize that her big boobs, for the second time in two weeks, had been impaled by a firmer, better set.
   
"I told you, bitch," Diane whispered in her ear, lacking the strength to speak above a hiss. "I told you I was better." She rolled her shoulders, and Alice sobbed as she felt her boobs shift around, unable to resist Diane.
   
"Say it," Diane ordered. "Who has the best tits?" Alice was silent, but another shove by Diane sent spikes of pain through her impaled, floppy chest.
   
"You do, Diane."
   
"And what about your boobs? What are they?"
   
"They're just weak, floppy balloons."

"Hell yeah they are. Nothing but a pair of worthless, fat cow tits. Nothing compared to a real woman like me."
   
Diane smiled, then stepped back and lifted her arms in victory, wincing as the motion stretched her sore chest. Her boobs had turned a deep shade of purple, especially around the base where the ligaments had been heavily damaged, but they still carried a faint hint of firmness. In comparison, Alice's chest was nothing but a mass of dark bruises, sagging down like a pair of grandma tits.
   
"What the fuck is the matter with you?"
   
Everyone turned in shock to see Polly's angry face. The once cheerful brunette wore an expression of fury, fully directed at Diane.
   
"Seriously, you knew Alice was in pain, you knew she was low, so what do you do? You challenge her to a fucking titfight! And is winning good enough for you? No, you have to humiliate her even more!"

Diane was taken aback. This was her moment of greatest triumph, and now her best friend was criticizing her? The shock of that response, combined with the pain in her chest, combined further with her own natural bitchiness, all combined into her response.

"Don't give me that good girl act, Polly, I know that you're just as sick of Alice's routine as me. The way she pushes us around, treats us like her lackeys, and look at her now! Hell, even your floppy tits could probably take her." Blonde and brunette glared at one another for a moment, then Diane stormed over to Alice's discarded bikini top and snatched it up. She glared at Carol. "You got a problem with me flattening your daughter?"

"You won, Diane," said Carol softly. "You proved your tits are the best. I just hope it was worth it." Diane glared at her teacher, and her former friends, and stormed out of the yard, not even pausing to put on her top, leaving her bruised but triumphant boobs bare for the world to see. As she left, Polly and Carol ran to Alice's side, comforting the sobbing girl who had once been unbeatable, and was now on a losing streak.

...


"Phoebe, someone's here to see you!" Phoebe heard her mother's call from downstairs, and frowned in confusion. She wasn't expecting anyone. She went downstairs, turning the corner into the dining room and coming face to face with a titaness.
Her cousin Kay was built like a brick shithouse, a meaty, voluptuous girl with long auburn hair, freckles on her cheerful face, and a temper like a hornet in a jar. And her tits, which were currently contained by a two sizes too small t-shirt, were a rock solid E cup. Kay turned to face her, her green eyes lighting up.

"Heya, cuz!" She called out in her singsong voice. "How's it going?"

"Kay?" Phoebe asked in surprise. "What are you doing here? I thought you had that job at the summer camp?" Kay shrugged.

"I got fired from that. One of the other counselors didn't like her boyfriend looking at me, so I had to teach her a lesson. Turns out she was friends with the camp director, so I got the sack. But then I thought, hey, isn't my cousin always talking about some chick named Alice who lives in her town? And I thought, why not stop by and introduce myself?"

Phoebe did some quick mental math. There was no way she could take Kay on in a titfight, she had tried that before. Once. It was a very painful memory. And if Kay fought Alice before her, there wouldn't be enough woman left to give her a satisfying fight. But she knew that what mattered most to Kay wasn't one opponent in particular, it was simply being the best.

"Oh yeah, Alice is in town," she casually remarked. "But you know, she actually just got beaten. This new chick named Violet took her down. She's supposed to have the best tits in this county, maybe even the state." The fire that lit up in Kay's eyes was one that Phoebe recognized well. The thrill of a challenge.

"So, where does this Violet girl hang out?"

[Augur]

Bravo, maestro, bravo! Yet another masterpiece! If you keep this up, we're going to have a magnificent new titfight saga in our hands... 

The interaction and consequent epic boob-battle between Diane and Alice was nothing short of inspired! Extremely well written and choreographed, with both girls' respective advantages and weaknesses coming into play just as they should as Diane's exceptionally dense and pert C's duked it out with Alice's full, round DDs, each pair asserting itself repeatedly, only to be put on a back foot a few moments later. Truly a closely contested back-and-forth nailbiter worthy of praise! The way it came about, through shrewd Diane's catty and calculating machinations, was juicy and oh so fitting, perfectly on-brand for the character. As was the way she managed to goad and fool the bigger honey-blonde into trying to match her compact but ultra-firm tits in a close quarters grinding battle to beat them at the their own game - a foolhardy approach that was very unlikely to prove successful, as Alice's (ex-champ) mom quite rightly pointed out from the sidelines. (The buxom mature boobfighting veteran & mentor was an excellent addition to the roster, by the way! Hope to see more of her - and her tits - at some point) Violet's freshly-crowned teen dreams might possess sufficient tissue density to achieve that feat, possibly, barely, but it appears almost no other pair can realistically hope to out-grind Diane's prodigious set (as even Holly, the insanely tight-titted super-jock gymnast and state champ found out before, to her huge chagrin and astonishment!).

While Diane's crafty plan (worthy of Sun Zu!) did work out in the end, and she was able to (very narrowly) tame Alice's once-unbeatable 'boob-goddess' rack with her even firmer breasts, at long last ascending to alpha status within their group, the precise circumstances of her devious victory create excellent foundations for a difficult-to-predict rematch later on down the road... Diane not only exploited Alice's recent and utterly devastating (first-ever) titfight defeat and struck when the muscular college babe was temporarily at her weakest, but also successfully lured the still very much mentally rattled 'queen bee' into a predictably unfavorable (for Alice) initial engagement that weakened the bigger set in an entirely unnecessary and avoidable way. Had Alice been in her right mind and able to think more clearly, things could easily have gone the other way. Therefore, if and when she does get back on her feet, and her head back in the game, there's now a very real chance Diane might in turn get her perfect, exceedingly solid boobies pounded flat by the bigger girl's tan, majestic globes... (after all, she very nearly did get her tits pummeled to paste even now). Then again,  the background info on Diane's notable success against the busty ebony college girl Monique earlier does suggest that the platinum-blonde swimmer could well be able to defeat Alice in an entirely fair match, too. In other words, all the necessary building blocks for a titanic future showdown between the two blondes are already in place. So, well played sir, I say, well played!

Polly siding with (now even more devastated) Alice, and the three girls' longstanding friendship now clearly very badly damaged, is yet another excellent angle that's rife for further exploration. Polly, unlike Diane, apparently isn't undefeated, so one has to wonder, who might've beaten her sexy big boobs? I happen to have a soft spot for curvaceous, meaty-figured and deliciously jiggly young beauties (very unusual, I know) so it would be interesting to learn a bit more about her as well.

And Phoebe and Kat... what a way to introduce some top-level competition. If we can trust Phoebe's own estimation of herself and her breasts' high caliber, she is already in roughly the same league as Alice and Diane. But given her description of Kay, and how clearly her cousin's enormous rock-solid rack outclassed Phoebe's own proud DD pair, it does look like Violet is soon going to have her hands full with a seriously dangerous out-of-town challenger... Technically not a threat to her crown, of course, as she'll still have the "best tits in town" regardless of who wins that encounter, but her reign sure won't be starting with a cakewalk.

Speaking of Violet, what has she been doing in the meantime? Perhaps she's still busy flaunting her gorgeous young body, lean and toned from varsity sports, by the pool? 

In any case, huge thanks for this superb sequel! I'm sure I'm not the only one who's eager to see more of the universe and characters you've created. You've done an excellent job here, and already built lots of exciting groundwork for many, many further sequels! 

[🍷 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝟳𝗖 🍷]

Thanks for the tale. 

[Gradius]

Hey really impressive follow up to the original story. Even better is how you're looking to make a series out of it.

Always been more of a fan of titfights so glad to see another titfight title on here.

[Gradius]