Small Town, Big Tits: Part 3

[qwerty123]

Actually, I think it's hard to find a girl who's "fleshy, not fat but certainly quite stout" and who's still truly gorgeous. I'm posting some photos where you can compare her friend slim figure with hers, which is clearly more large framed and can carry off that huge rack. A body that contrasts with Violet's incredibly toned and tanned gorgeous figure with a narrower waist but equally incredible boobs. I'm also posting other photos that show that "bad bitch" vibe this girl had, which in my mind fits Kay perfectly.

As for what you guys mentioned, I also love evenly matched fights, but I think one-sided fights add a lot of realism to the story.
I remember a video where Gianna Michaels has a tit-rub with Rebecca Jessop (two stocky women, too), and even though it seems unbelievable, you can see how Rebecca's tits are clearly superior to the great Gianna's in every way. It wouldn't be surprising if Rebecca gave her a real beating in a titfight.
On the other hand, in the famous "Battle of Britain," Goldie Blair's incredible boobs take a real thrashing from an ultra-aggressive Taylor Wane. Goldie looks surprised and scared, it's clear that kind of violence wasn't in the script. In this case, Goldie has the physical tools to make the fight even, but not the mental attitude. She's not an alpha. Another perfectly possible and plausible scenario.

Great point. The Hottest Titfight video off all time is between Danni Ashe Vs Leanna Foxxx. Leanne who has smaller Breasts takes on a cocky over confident Danni Ashe and absolutely dominates her from start to finish. You see Danni Thinking she's an Alpha turn to a beata in front of our very eyes. "You may be bigger but mine are more powerful and firm" is the hottest line I've ever heard. So please always have a place for the underdog and the complete overconfidence of an arrogant set of boobs

[Athena Nova]

Speaking of unusual tactics, underdogs and the "Chihuahua effect", this discussion reminded me of one interesting match from an early(ish) portion of Jon Grey's main saga, namely BFS chapter 13, pitting a very firm, pert and densely-packed pair of lower-end C-cup breasts against somewhat larger (but far from huge, I'd guess maybe a large C or a D cup) knockers that look much softer, looser and saggier. The latter type of breasts tend to be pretty heavily underrepresented in these works, mine included, so it's really refreshing to see that Jon decided to feature them here. I'll paste the relevant bits below:

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A younger girl that I had not seen before stepped into my frame of view. She was shorter than most of the girls, which made her breasts look larger on her frame. Her t-shirt clung to the sides of her globes, and I felt my pulse quicken with anticipation of seeing her breasts on display. Her blonde hair framed her round face, which looked nervous. As she waited, she licked her lips. She was a relatively small girl, though she was definitely soft. I had been to the gym a lot, and I could now tell the difference between someone who worked out and someone who didn't.

I recognized the next girl to come in, as Darla stepped forward. The last time I'd seen her naked breasts, I realized, watching them barely move on her chest, was when I'd sprayed them with my cum. I almost laughed as I watched her stand next to the new girl. Darla's sister Emma had been amazingly toned, a workout goddess. Next to Emma, Darla looked a bit doughy, but after both my time in the gym, and standing next to the new girl, I could tell she was toned and in shape. I couldn't believe how much I'd misjudged her. Darla's tits were definitely smaller, but even those seemed to mirror Darla's physique compared to the blonde's: firm and sculpted.

I doubted I'd be participating in any postfight activities with Tiffany; she'd mentioned that she was heading home, but when she lost to Sabrina, we both seemed to be stricken by it as well. I wondered if Tiffany was toning down my participation to keep the two worlds more separate. Within seconds of that thought, the new girl had pulled off her shirt.   Her tits were larger, and they bounced freely on her chest, hanging noticeably. The pink nipples were thick already, but whomever the new girl was, she was no stranger to titfights. She immediately (and dispassionately) began pulling at her tips, forcing her flesh to jiggle outward.

Darla rubbed her own, pinching and tweaking her dark red nipples until they stood out even more noticeably.

"You ready Becca?" Darla asked. Becca nodded, cupping her own breasts in response. When she let them go, they swung down, and Darla stepped forward.

They must have agreed on a nipple fight first. Both women grabbed the bottoms of their respective breasts, and lined up the thick points atop their tits. Becca showed more aggression, flicking Darla's left tip with her right, then coming back and doing the flick from the other direction. Both women breathed in the sensation, even expected, a bit of a surprise. Darla grinned as they began a little nipple sword fight, fencing and slashing with their perky tips. As expected, both girls were looking down aiming and striking. Each woman's nipple danced and bent, springing back to full form after the blow had passed. Darla would strike, stabbing blows, and Becca would counter by gently turning her hips, swiping at Darla's jousts from the side. Both women kept their eyes firmly on the four nipples doing battle between them.

Darla's strategy seemed to be the stabbing blows, using her size to strike at the larger target. I was amazed at how much Darla treated the nipple fight like a boxing match, landing as many blows as possible against an opponent with larger breasts. Becca pushed her tits forward, hoping to keep their breasts close so the blows would lose force, but Darla moved back, stabbing as she went.

The blonde suddenly swung from the side, hoping to catch the peaks of Darla's breasts by surprise, but the brunette was faster, and pulled up. Becca grunted as Darla's stiff tips pointed into the blonde's areolas, bending back the prickly flesh with the force of the blow. Darla stabbed again, a near miss, but still close enough to make Becca bite her lower lip. Becca slid her tits left over Darla's, but Darla scooted her nipples out of the way, avoiding any attacks to her spikes. When Darla came down, she scored a direct hit on the base of Becca's areoa, but the blonde thrust forward immediately, and her own thick tips  finally caught Darla's smaller areola. Darla winced, and I could tell even from the distance that the blow had caught her off guard.

Aside from the few grunts I'd heard from Becca, the blonde had made little noise throughout the fight, instead focusing on the battle of her nipples. The fight had gone pretty much as I'd expected, with each fighter taking turns in controlling the momentum. As I watched though, something changed, and I knew others had seen it before me. The change was drastic, but as I watched, it was also gradual, and my distance prevented catching details.

What I hadn't expected to see was Becca's thick, swollen nubs grow even thicker with each pass of Darla's now completely outmatched nipple. Darla's had not bent, but in terms of size, it was almost shocking to watch Becca's now monstrous nipple begin battering Darla's pert tips. Darla must have seen it before, as she was not surprised, but the discomfort on her face was apparent. Becca showed no emotion as her nipples began pushing Darla's around, bending them back, and then letting them bounce back before pushing them again.

Darla moaned as she felt her nipples' resistance failing. By the time Becca's nipples had stopped growing, they were twice the size of Darla's smaller peaks. At that point, Darla's tips flopped around to the whim of the superior points of the blonde aggressor. As Becca felt Darla's weakening resistance, she began viciously swiping her tits from left to right. Each pass was like a mini titfight, in that the larger pair was crashing into the smaller pair like a wrecking ball. While I'd seen a smaller pair beat a larger pair often in the fights that I'd watched (my mind immediately wandered to Kara's nursing her own beaten tits after the fight with Tiffany), the tactic that seemed effective in a lot of them was simply smashing the larger pair into the smaller.

It seemed effective in the nipple fight as each pass also had its toll on Darla. Becca watched with an alarming amount o disinterest as she finally just thrust her tits forward, ending the nipple fight. Darla moaned sadly as Becca pinned Darla's eft nipple up and her right nipple to the left. The blonde flicked her left nipple over Darla's right, keeping the left pinned while she battered the tip.

"Please, stop," Darla moaned.

"You said you could do whatever you wanted, that if I gave up, you'd ignore me," Becca said coldly. "So I'm going to flatten your weak little nipples, than I'm going to flatten your little titties, too. And I'll do each one at a time." I watched Becca begin to fulfill at least the promise on her nipples. Her left nipple came from every direction, and Darla's tip, like some punch-drunk fighter, lazily wobbled on her chest. It certainly wasn't putting up a fight, and before Becca looked meaningfully at Darla and whispered in her ear, I saw how limp and small it had actually become. It was a short glance, because Becca finally thrust her swollen spike forward, flattening Darla's nipple. The crowd murmured, but remained silent as Becca went through the same, drawn out process for Darla's left tip, battering it before flattening it.

"Nipple fight to me," Becca hissed, pulling away from Darla's shade-like tips. I grunted to myself watching Darla's flattened nipples exposed to the sight of everyone there.

"You fucking flattened my nipples," Darla moaned. Becca pushed them in again, and she yelped. "Your nipples are so much better and stronger than mine," Darla said quickly, wincing as Becca held her beaten tips in place. "You owned my beaten tips, Becca." The blonde grinned, pulling away.

"Now it's time for those tits," Becca said, the cool voice edging just a bit with disdain at the final word.

"How about a break, first," a voice called out. I recognized Tiffany's, and watched as Becca turned towards her. She rolled her eyes, but backed away.

"Fine. Just think about those titties getting flattened, too, Darla. Nothing like anticipation to make the moment more meaningful."

Darla cupped her tits, wincing as her fingers brushed the lifeless nipples on her chest. The break went quickly, and soon Becca was standing there, her amazing nipples still at full size. I wondered if Tiffany could beat them, but immediately turned my attention to the two women, as Becca wasted no time, slamming her chest forward. The smack was loud, but I was surprised at Darla's reaction. She winced, noticeably, and almost pulled back instinctively.

"Where are you going?" Becca snapped. She grabbed Darla's shoulders and thrust forward again. Another loud smack, and Darla groaned. Becca slammed forward again, and while her tits swung more easily than Darla's, the blows that were landing were definitely forceful. Becca was experienced, I realized, and she had a strategy that worked for her. Darla tried to pull away, but Becca held her.

"I thought you wanted to titfight, Darla. Bring those tits closer so I can fight them!" Another blow sent Darla reeling. I saw a familiar, angry look, on Darla's face, though, and she brought her arms around the small of the Becca's back.

"Then come on, Becca." Due to their natural softness, Becca's breasts seemed to splay out against Dara's firmer rack. Darla began grinding hard against the blonde, forcing her small, firm jugs into and over the softer, paler skin of her opponent's boobs. Becca grunted as she felt the hard tits burrowing into her own, but didn't shy back from contact, pulling Darla in as well.

"My firm titties are about to pop yours, Becca," Darla hissed. "You flattened my nips pretty good, but I'm going to pound your tits into the worthless sacks they are meant to be." Darla pulled back from the hug and thrust forward, a rocking blow that sent waves from the center of Becca's pale teats outward. Darla thrust again, this time pushing Becca's fleshy tits upward, toward her face. Becca pushed down, but forced her tits around Darla's smaller pair, while Darla grinned.

"I love those soft, fleshy tits. Good for milking. Not so much for fighting though." Becca snarled and pulled back herself, thrusting forward. While her tits distorted again, the blow did cause some pain, and when she pulled back, I saw her aiming more carefully, her eyes focused on the two firm, young tits in front of her. When she thrust this time, Darla yelled.

"Oh shit!" Darla said, releasing the hug on her end. Becca was having none of it, pulling back, and holding Darla as still as she could. Another blow landed; apparently a successful one. Darla's eyes closed in pain, and she swung from the left, connecting her right breast into Becca's right orb. The blonde winced, but moved her arms up to the brunette's shoulders and held her for another straight on blow.

I could not figure out why that particular tactic was doing so much damage until they turned and I had a profile view. Becca's thick, powerful nipples were hammering Darla's beaten tips even more, and the blows from Becca's larger tits were doing some damage along the way. Darla's distraction allowed Becca to land two more wrecking-ball blows from her larger tits, and the brunette moaned as she tried to fight back. A wild thrust from Darla connected, and Becca groaned, but kept her hands on Darla's shoulders. Both women began trading thrusts.

Darla took over, landing three blows from her right tit, and moved back into a more quickened pace, punching at Becca's softer breasts with her smaller pair. Becca reacted, grunting or gasping with each hit that shook her breasts. Darla did avoid the blonde's nipples watching her blows and placing them quickly. I noticed that each strike hit under or to the side.

Becca turned it around as she met one swing head on. I couldn't tell where the nipple struck, but it seemed as though it hadn't done as much damage to Darla as the previous attack, so I assumed it was a glancing blow. Becca quickly fired another shot, thrusting her left breast into Darla's smaller orb. Darla grunted this time, and again as Becca swung from the right. Both women began pulling back to attack, firing shots that jiggled Becca's chest and smacked loudly against Darla's rack. The next moment seemed completely part of the stalemate, save for one detail.

I watched as Becca swung her left breast into Darla's right, and Darla grunted as she tried her own blow. Becca pulled back just enough that, unfortunately for Darla, the latter's left areola and sore nipple fell right onto the powerful tip of Becca's right breast. Darla gurgled as she clutched at her boob, and Becca pushed Darla towards the wall. The brunette allowed herself to be pushed after almost falling, and soon found her body against the living room wall. A crowd of girls surrounded her on the other side, and I noticed Tiffany and the new girl in the center of the party.

Becca began throwing wild haymakers, but with precision. I'd never seen control like that, but each tit strike found its mark. Becca's breasts slapped mightily against her foe's chest. The echoes were muted by the crowd, but the sound of slapping flesh was easily heard by everyone in the room.

"I'm going to flatten your titties, too, Darla." Darla twisted, but winced as Becca pulled her arm above her head, thrusting Darla's chest out.

Becca swung upward, and Darla closed her eyes in anticipation of the blow. She was right to expect a heavy shot, and everyone saw Darla's tits shake with the impact. Darla groaned, awaiting another blow. It came from the side, Becca's heavy left tit plowing into Darla's left with another "crack." Becca slammed her from the other side. I was amazed at how tough her tits seemed to be, given their apparent visible softness. Becca continued the treatment for a few moments, and Darla's head sagged forward.

Becca released Darla's hands, and the brunette let them drop freely to the side.

"Watch," Becca ordered. Darla looked down, defeated, as Becca thrust her chest forward. This time, as Becca pushed up, her tits weren't the only ones moving. Darla's smaller breasts pushed up, flopping down as Becca pulled away. Becca had pounded much of the firmness from Darla's sacks in what was one of the more brutal fights I'd seen. Her ferocity was impressive, though I wondered how she'd fare against Tiffany or Sabrina.

Becca dropped her tits on top of Darla's, pushing them down, and slowly but visibly, Darla's breasts began to spread over her chest.

"You're flattening my tits," Darla moaned. "Please, Becca. You've got better tits. They're stronger and firmer than mine, and your nipples are unbeatable."

"Yes they are," Becca said. "Now hold my superior tits." I was again amazed that Becca had won. Even as Darla held them, Becca's tits drooped noticeably. They had some heft, and obviously weren't flat, but their look was surprise given the results.  Becca stepped forward just slightly.

"Drop them," Becca whispered. Darla kept her eyes on her beaten sacks as she dropped Becca's winning tits on her own. Her breasts flattened from the blow, and Becca pushed forward. "I crushed your little titties, Darla. I flattened you on your turf. Now what am I going to get?"

"Please, Becca." The cold laugh answered any questions about mercy that the blonde had.

"Say it, bitch, or I'll make you do it here." I was amazed at how ferocious Becca was, and wondered what she and Darla had in their past.

"Fine! I'm going to let you use me. I'm your plaything, Becca. I'm your slut. My worthless tits belong to you, and so does the rest of me tonight." Becca reached out to fill her hands with Darla's beaten breasts. She squeezed them.

"Good little slut. Come upstairs and make me cum." Darla's shoulders sagged and I felt a bit bad for her as she marched upstairs, her conqueror leading the way.

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Gods I miss Jon Grey and his writing! This series is probably the closest thing I've found to Jon's writings from back in the day!

[Augur]

Gods I miss Jon Grey and his writing! This series is probably the closest thing I've found to Jon's writings from back in the day!

Indeed! I'm very glad Kerfuffling has now picked up the torch and is continuing the noble tradition of Jon's BFS (and Goliadmike's Kara spin-off as well as my own BFS Tribute). Much like TA's, this setting may be just a tad less realistic compared to the legendary Best Friend's Sister, but that adds to the fun and entertaining vibe. Kerfuffling really hit the jackpot with ST-BT! Hopefully the inspiration to keep churning out more chapters will stay with him for a long time to come!

[Kerfuffling]

Gods I miss Jon Grey and his writing! This series is probably the closest thing I've found to Jon's writings from back in the day!

High praise indeed!

[Drake8]

It's worth noting that in that case, it was natural breasts versus fake breasts. Even so, the example you gave of Dani Ashe is perfect. Absolutely unbeatable natural breasts (size, shape, firmness...), and overall, a body from another world. But if that isn't accompanied by the right mindset, you can't be the best. Dani could be the ultimate goddess, but she's clearly submissive. Leanna Foxxx, like Violet and Alice, is definitely an alpha.
Also, with Dani Ashe, just like with Gianna Michaels, visually her breasts are an absolute 10 out of 10, big and not saggy at all, but then you see them bump into others and realize they aren't that firm.

[Drake8]