Small Town, Big Tits: Part 5

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   The last time Alice had ridden in the backseat of her mom's car, she was in fifth grade, and on her way to soccer practice. It was a different time for Alice. She was still learning how to kick the ball without passing it straight to the other team, and her stamina was so bad she had to pause for a breather every five minutes.

   Now back in the backseat, Alice felt as weak and frightened as that little girl had been. Losing to Violet had been bad enough. The feeling of her invincible boobs, her pride and joy, the symbols of her feminine power, collapsing inwards as they surrendered to the younger, better set... it was a feeling Alice had never felt before, and one she had hoped never to feel again.

   But it had not been even a week before her match with Diane, facing down her old friend turned rival. The question of which of them had better boobs had always hung between them like a stack of dry leaves, only one spark away from lighting. Diane had great boobs, but Alice had always known that hers were better. She was bigger than Diane, she was stronger than Diane, she was sexier than Diane, up until her boobs failed her for the second time and she was forced to admit that she was inferior, had always been inferior to that platinum blonde bitch.

   Her eyes had still been red when she got Phoebe's message. The two girls had fought a few years back, a grueling slugfest behind the mall, and Alice could still remember that wonderful feeling as the brunette's big boobs had finally stopped pushing back, the pain on the runner's face as she looked down to see the legendary bronze jugs of Alice dominate her weaker chest. It had been a tough fight, certainly, but Alice had emerged triumphant.

   In the backseat, she cupped one hand on her right boob and gently squeezed. Was it just her imagination, or was it softer than usual? She knew that a bad enough loss could damage a woman's boobs forever. Mrs. Davis still had to wear her special supportive bra, after what Alice herself had done to her all those years ago. Had that happened to her? Had two back to back losses against two of the firmest racks she had ever seen left her permanently broken?

   Her blue eyes glanced up at Polly in the passenger seat, chatting eagerly with Carol. The bubbly brunette had shown them both the pictures of her fight with Jane, gushing about her hard fought victory even as she clutched an ice pack to her aching boobs. Alice was grateful for how Polly had defended her, and was deeply impressed with her friend's accomplishment, but beneath those positive emotions was a building unease.

   Diane had never challenged her, until Alice was weak, and then her old friend had turned. Polly and Alice had never fought either, and now not only was Alice weaker than ever before, Polly was at the top of her game, high off one of the biggest wins of her life. Would Polly betray her like Diane? If she lost tonight, would she lose her last friend?

   "So then I made her parade through the boy's locker room naked, and that's how Pepper and I became friends," Carol finished her story. Pepper was Phoebe's mom, Carol's best frenemy and the second highest ranked woman in the Rockwell Book Club, which was really just an excuse for the housewives to drink wine and bump boobs. "Of course, that was hardly our last fight, as I'm sure you both know," she winked at her two passengers. "I remember one real tough brawl we had, when we couldn't agree on who would get to claim Connor Stanton's cock. You know he's in prison now, assault and battery, just goes to show that fighting over boys is never worth it. Still, what a great cock. So big, so very big..." Carol trailed off with a dreamy sigh.

   Alice gagged. "Mom. Ew."
Polly stiffly turned to face the window and called out "We're here!" with a little too much relief.

There were cars lined down the street, filling every legal parking space and even several illegal ones. Phoebe's house was built of bright red brick, with a cheerful flower garden sprouting just under the large front window. Inside, the lights revealed a crowd of women, ranging in age from late teens to early fifties, all of them moving with an electric buzz that gave away their excitement.

Polly climbed out of the car, and Carol called out to her, "Phoebe dear, head on inside. I need to have a talk with Alice first." Phoebe nodded, waved good luck to her best friend, and left.

Carol spun around to face her daughter in the back seat, her lackadaisical smile now replaced with a serious glare. "Alice, listen to me. I want you to go in there and make that skinny little slut SCREAM for mercy. I have book club tomorrow, and I am NOT going to listen to Pepper brag about how her daughter beat my daughter." Carol hefted one of her heavy knockers, the thick mammary almost too big to fit in her hand, and pointed it at Alice like a teacher with a yardstick.

"Do you see this? This is your inheritance. My mom had the same boobs, and her mom before her, and now you have them. Look at how big and firm they are." She gave it a light squeeze, showing how the flesh barely bent. "Do you think my boobs are weak, Alice?"

   "What? Of course not, mom-"
   "Well you're sure acting like it! The way you're fidgeting back there like some virgin whose prom date just started unbuckling his belt makes it pretty clear how you think tonight is going to go. How many fights do you think I've lost?"

   "I don't know-"

   "Guess!"

   "One?"

   Carol shook her head with violent vigor. "I lost count long ago. You think just because I took a few hits that makes me weak? Back when I was boob queen, I got my tits steamrolled on a weekly basis. You went almost four years without a single loss. You have better boobs than me, and I'm pretty damn awesome. Now you're going to get in there and win that fight, or your next opponent is me. Got that!"

   Alice had to close her eyes against the spray of spit from her mom's mouth. She nodded emphatically, and Carol smiled again.

   "What did you think of the drill sergeant impression? Pretty good, huh? But seriously, lose this fight and you're out of the will."

   The two blondes strode up to the front door, which swung open as soon as they touched the front porch. A smiling brunette, roughly the same age and build as Carol, stepped forwards.

   "Carol!"

   "Pepper!" The two women hugged, each not so subtly trying to crush her opponent's boobs. Alice could see that their size and firmness was almost identical, although Pepper's tits seemed to dent just slightly more.

   "Always good to see you two. Phoebe's waiting inside, and Carol, let me apologize in advance for the absolute thrashing my daughter is about to give poor Alice."

   Carol snorted. "Pepper, you'd better slow down with the wine, because you have to be drunk if you think Phoebe is going to last more than five seconds with my daughter."

   Alice left the two women to bicker like hens as she walked into the chaotic party. She was used to crowds parting before her, but now she actually had to push her way past several other women to make her way to Polly. They would turn to look at her, and their faces would give smug little knowing looks before they gave her just enough space to squeeze past. One girl whispered "about time, bitch," and another pinched her butt, but Alice could not figure out who in the press. She finally reached her friend, who had struck up conversation with several of their old school acquaintances.

   Making light conversation and catching up on the latest gossip, Alice looked around the room. At the far end she could see Phoebe, next to an auburn mammoth of a girl she guessed was Kay. Phoebe caught her eye and smirked, holding up three fingers to signify Alice's coming third loss. Alice responded with one particular finger, and continued studying the room.

   Over by the window, she caught sight of Diane. The two blondes locked eyes, neither so much as blinking until Diane thrust out her chest. Alice turned away in shame, the reminder of that humiliating loss too fresh in her mind. Polly noticed what was happening and stepped between them, blocking Alice's line of sight.

"C'mon, let's get something to drink," she said, taking Alice by the shoulder and leading her away while glaring backwards at Diane.

   As Polly mixed them both a rum and coke, Alice watched the crowd. Everyone seemed to be staring at her, like vultures watching their next meal. She could make out snippets of conversations whispered from behind hands.

   "Can practically see them sagging..."

   "Payback's been a long time coming, but..."

   "My sister is coming back to town just to..."

   The conversations all stopped as the door opened, all eyes turning towards the brunette with the shining red highlights. Violet, the reigning boob queen of Rockwell, wore a loose white shirt that hung down past her hips, her legs bare except for her bikini bottoms. She had come straight to the party from her shift at the pool. Her friend Min stood just behind her.

   Kay brusquely shouldered her way through the crowd, pulling off her top and carelessly throwing it aside. "Finally," the super heavyweight challenger called out, shaking her big E cup breasts as though stretching for competition, "thought you were going to chicken out." She thrust her chest out and wiggled, showing off the size and firmness of her titanic boobs. "Ready to surrender your title?"

   Without breaking eye contact, Violet pulled off her own top, passing it backwards to Min as she brushed her hair back from her face and held out her own firm, champion level boobs. The bright red bikini she wore barely seemed to cover them, her young flesh almost jumping out of the fabric like a pack of hungry hounds ready to devour their challengers.   

   "Not so fast," came a sharp voice, as Diane emerged from the crowd, glaring towards Kay. She ripped off her own top and threw it down, pointing at her rock hard C cups. "You don't just walk into town and call dibs on a title shot. I'm the only other girl in this room who ever beat Alice, and now it's time for me to put this wannabe queen in her place. You want a shot, crawl your fat ass to the back of the line and work your way up like everyone else."

   The three girls stood in a triangle, each glaring at each other. The heavy E cups of Kay, the perky C cups of Diane, and the ample D cups of Violet stood locked in a Mexican standoff, no girl backing down. It was the host of the party, Pepper, who finally stepped in between them, her arms raised in a conciliatory gesture.

   "Settle down girls, save that fire for the actual fight. Kay, Diane, since neither of you seems willing to wait your turn, how about you two fight tonight, winner takes on Violet next week?" The two girls glared at each other, then nodded their consent.

   Violet frowned. "So who do I get to fight? I've been looking forward to this all day, I'm not leaving without crushing someone." She cast her iron stare around the room, no other woman daring to meet her eyes.

   "If nobody else is interested, I'll take you on."

   The crowd stared in surprise as Carol made her way into the opening, the busty housewife cupping her full, mature breasts as she locked eyes with the teenage queen. Carol grinned as she wiggled her tits up and down, demonstrating the size and firmness of the former championship rack. "I've been itching to check out the boobs that finally beat my daughter. What do you say, Violet? Will it be too humiliating to lose the title to someone old enough to have changed your diapers?"

   Violet was surprised, but quickly recovered her composure and smirked. "What the heck, why not? Breaking Alice's boobs felt so good, may as well see how mama bear compares."

   With that settled, the crowd shifted towards the center of the living room, where a crude ring had been assembled earlier in the day. Several plush chairs and couches had been pushed together, around which the crowd pressed to witness the trio of titfights.

   Alice and Phoebe were the first two to climb in, each passing her shirt and bra to their friends. Phoebe practically oozed confidence, bouncing up and down her heels and waving to the crowd, even blowing kisses. In contrast, Alice stood laser focused, glaring at the slender brunette.

   Out in the audience, Polly and Diane found themselves pushed shoulder to shoulder by the crowd. The two former friends glared at one another, but turned to watch the fight without exchanging a word.

   Phoebe's skin was a milky white, and her body was taut and hard from her running. While she lacked the muscle mass of Alice, her legs were thick and solid, and her butt popped out in her tight athletic shorts. Her boobs were noticeably smaller than Alice's, still double Ds but lacking the sheer volume of their bronze rivals. They were also less firm, although the difference was so slight that only veterans like Carol and Pepper were able to notice.

   As the roar of the crowd grew louder, blonde and brunette walked to the center of the ring and stood face to face, staring each other down. Phoebe breathed a deep sigh of anticipation, her smile growing wider by the second.

   "I've been waiting years for this," she breathed, "ever since the locker room. We both know that you were losing. If coach hadn't come in and saved you, I would have handed you your first loss then and there."

   Alice did remember that fight. It had been relatively early in her career, back when she was just another girl with big boobs, instead of the immortal goddess she would come to be known as. She had been cocky, used to fights lasting less than a minute before her jugs crushed the competition. When Phoebe had not only fought back, but actually taunted her and showed off for the crowd, it had been demoralizing. Young Alice had started to doubt herself, let her opponent take control of the match and start pushing her around. While their later rematch cemented Alice's superiority, the fight had taught Alice the importance of attitude.

   Now, the blonde bombshell wasted no time on words, simply thrusting her chest forwards at the opposing pair. Phoebe slammed back, and the crowd roared as battle was joined. The two heavy pairs of firm young boobs crashed together, Phoebe's chest denting inwards slightly more. The athletic brunette did not show any sign of disappointment, instead rearing back and delivering another solid shot.

   Outside the ring, Pepper and Carol watched their daughters duel back and forth. "I have to say, Carol, I still do a double take every time Alice takes off her bra," Pepper admitted. "Those coconuts are insane. I can't wait to see my daughter finally break them."

   "Phoebe definitely has a great rack too," Carol replied. "I reckon she's even bigger than you were at her age. Still, my daughter has her beat in both size and firmness." The blonde mother put one finger to her lips in a mock questioning expression. "Oh dear, where will we put Phoebe's bra? Alice's trophy shelf is getting so very full. Maybe we can find some way to mount it over the toilet."

   Back in the ring, blonde and brunette continued to slug it out, each girl swivelling her shoulders in rhythm to send heavy young boobs slamming into one another. Alice's strikes carried more force, as the muscular blonde threw the full power of her hips into each swing. But Phoebe swung faster, using her stamina to keep up an unyielding barrage of blows. Their tits slapped around on their chests, small ripples of flesh spreading out at each impact.

   As Alice threw one particularly hard shot forwards, Phoebe grunted in pain, then lunged forwards and seized a fistful of blonde hair. Alice yelped as Phoebe grabbed her hair and ripped backwards, forcing Alice's boobs into a vulnerable position as the brunette unloaded, driving several shots upwards into her bigger rival before Alice grabbed her own fistful of curly brown locks.

   The two girls growled as each ripped at her rival's hair, spinning in circles as they occasionally thrust forwards, slamming boobs together in meaty smacks. Alice reared upwards and came down hard, driving her big, heavy boobs on top of her opponent. Phoebe groaned as the unbearably dense young boobs of her rival pressed down on her, her own proud chest unable to stand the pressure for much longer. In desperation, she lifted up one muscular leg and kicked outwards, forcing Alice backwards and breaking their hold, each woman shrieking as strands of their hair were ripped out by the root.

   With their sets separated, everyone could compare the damage the two girls had suffered. The skin on both pairs of nubile young tits was burning red, although both pairs remained fairly firm. Alice's chest rose and fell with deep breaths, while Phoebe seemed to barely have broken a sweat.

   "Running away already?" Alice taunted, brushing strands of honey blonde hair away from her face. "What's the matter, Phoebe? My girls too big for you to handle?"

   The brunette laughed dismissively. "Just thought I'd give you a chance to catch your breath. You sound like a vacuum cleaner that just picked up a penny." She started stretching, holding her arms up above her head and leaning side to side, showcasing the impressive size of her bust. "I thought you'd be more of a challenge, Alice. Everyone's always talking about how firm you are, but your tits just feel like sticks of melting butter. Maybe getting pierced twice finally broke your jugs for good, huh?"

   Alice flipped her off with a smirk, but secretly Phoebe's words made her recoil. Were they just empty taunts to mess with her, or was the brunette speaking the truth? Had her last two losses actually left her permanently weakened?

   While Alice was stuck inside her own head, Phoebe struck, darting forwards and slinging her boobs from the right. Alice groaned as the heavy set crashed into hers, trying to retaliate but not quick enough to catch her retreating opponent, their boobs just barely brushing at the tips.

   Phoebe struck again with another sideways swing. This time, Alice tried to catch her and pull her into a grapple, but the quick and cunning brunette dodged away, keeping the fight a striking contest. Despite her taunting, she knew firsthand how dense those bronze boobs were. In their last fight, she had been careless and gotten stuck in a grinding match too early, Alice's insanely firm boobs overpowering hers and finally wearing her into submission. This time, she was going to stick with a hit and run strategy, at least until she had pounded some of the firmness out.

   The two girls continued to dance around the ring, swinging their boobs like a pair of sledgehammers. Alice's bigger, heavier boobs sent Phoebe's tits spinning across her chest with every swing, but the brunette stubbornly refused to back down, pressing forwards and relentlessly driving her chest into her bigger rival, ripples of flesh spreading out with each collision.

   Several minutes in, Phoebe's strategy started to show signs of bearing fruit. Alice was insanely athletic, sure, but even her stamina had limits, and the blonde bombshell was moving progressively slower, her strikes no longer carrying quite the same power. In contrast, Phoebe seemed to pull from an inexhaustible well of stamina, keeping up her stinging barrage at the same blinding speed. With each strike, Alice's big boobs seemed to shift more and more, as her dense core began to break down from the relentless, jackhammer blows.

   The crowd around them screeched for blood. This was what they had come to see. For years, Alice had ruled over them as a vengeful goddess, forcing every woman in town to accede to her superiority. Now they were watching that goddess be destroyed, her immortal boobs breaking slowly down, fear in her eyes growing as she began to sense herself losing the fight. Hateful women jeered at their former tyrant, only a handful of faithful friends calling for her to fight back.

   "C'mon, Alice, stop messing around and pancake the bitch!"

   Polly looked at Diane in surprise, as the platinum blonde called out encouragement to Alice. "I thought you hated Alice now. What happened to her having weak, pathetic boobs?"

   Diane shrugged. "Right now, there are only two people who have ever beaten Alice, and I'm one of them. If everyone starts beating her, my accomplishment stops looking so special, get it?" Polly harrumphed and turned back to the fight. For a minute, she had thought that Diane was remembering their old friendship. She should have known better than to assume the bitchy blonde had emotions.

   A particularly hard shot caused Alice to keel over, clutching at her weakening boobs as she gasped in pain. Phoebe grinned and wound up for a big shot. As the pale brunette boobs came from the right, Alice suddenly exploded into motion, swinging her own boobs from the left, the two powerful sets meeting in the middle in a thunderclap. Phoebe cried out as her boobs were actually forced backwards by the bigger set, her firm flesh folding before Alice's bigger, stronger boobs.

The brunette was bodily spun around by the force of the blow, clutching at her chest in pain. It felt like she had been slamming chest first into a brick wall for the past several minutes. Still, she was definitely coming out the better on each of their exchanges. Just a few more good hits, and that honey blonde bimbo would be ready for the final grind. She grit her teeth and turned around just in time to meet another monstrous slam. Phoebe actually whimpered as she felt her chest almost compress flat, Alice's legendary boobs crashing into hers and driving her backwards several steps. She felt the back of her legs hit the couch at the edge of the ring, and her eyes widened in fear as she realized that she had nowhere left to run.

"And now it ends," Carol declared from the sidelines. Alice lunged forwards, arms outstretched, ready to grab her opponent and grind her into submission.

Phoebe's powerful legs exploded into action, as she stepped backwards and up onto the couch, then launched herself upwards. Alice's blue eyes widened in shock as her rival pressed her hands down onto the blonde's shoulders and pushed, physically vaulting over Alice's head. The momentum was too great to stop, and the muscular blonde came crashing down chest first onto the couch, her head hanging over the back edge and into the crowd.

As Alice lay in stunned surprise, Phoebe pounced on her from behind, straddling the blonde's back and grabbing two fistfuls of blonde hair, ripping her head upwards with a hellcat screech. Alice writhed beneath her, but Phoebe's muscular thighs clamped shut around her and held her pinned in place.

"Hey girls," Phoebe called out to the crowd, "Alice looks thirsty! Anyone got a drink to share?" With malicious laughter, the girls in the front row began pouring their drinks out over Alice's head, rum and coke and vodka and juice all spilling through honey blonde hair. Alice sobbed in humiliation as she tried desperately to free herself, unable to defend against the humiliation.

"Foul!" Cried Carol, and she tried to push through the crowd to reach her daughter. Pepper grabbed her by the shoulder and held her back.

"Calm down, Carol, it's all fun and games. You have to admit, we did much worse things to one another back in our day."
Kay shoved her way forwards through the crowd, her chest bare, her big boobs hanging down. "Let me show her what a real woman looks like," the auburn haired bully crowed as she leaned down and pressed her boobs against Alice's face. Alice's cries were muffled by the thick, meaty flesh of Kay's mammoth boobs.

   Someone grabbed Kay from behind and dragged her away. Kay turned just in time to see a furious Diane, right as the blonde swimmer slapped her. The crowd gasped as Kay set one hand to her stinging cheek, surprised at the force the smaller girl had mustered.

   "Big mistake." The big girl lunged at Diane, barely held back by four other girls who jumped in to break up the fight. "I'm gonna kill you, you skinny little flat chested bitch!"

   Diane struggled towards Kay, barely held back by Polly and several other girls. "Just you wait! I'm going to grind those udders into paste and make you beg like the whore you are!"

   As all this unfolded, Alice at last managed to get her feet beneath her and shoved backwards, hurling Phoebe backwards onto the plush carpet. The brunette scrambled to her feet as Alice, her hair now dripping wet, turned to face her with a vengeful face. Phoebe actually gulped in fear, but squared her shoulders, ready to finish the fight. She was so close now, she could actually see Alice's boobs drooping down, the flesh swollen and weak.

   Alice roared and charged, Phoebe charging in response. The two girls collided, both chests wrestling for control in between them. Alice rammed forwards again and again, no technique, just overwhelming, brute strength. Phoebe sobbed as her tits were driven further and further back into her chest, even as she saw Alice's own set flopping about. As Alice came in for another ram, Phoebe deftly stepped backwards, causing Alice to overextend. The brunette then rammed forwards, catching Alice's bronze boobs flat footed.

   Alice whimpered as Phoebe's right breast burrowed into her own, piercing through layers of outer flesh and stabbing into her inner core. The crowd cheered as they saw Alice's boobs cave in, Carol and Polly staring in horror.

   "Hell yeah," gasped Phoebe, "I finally did it. Your boobs are done, Alice, admit it." Alice's boobs were burning in white hot pain, but she could still feel some fight left in them. Her dense inner core maintained some strength yet, enough to resist Phoebe's own heavily damaged set.

   With an Amazonian war cry, Alice grabbed Phoebe around the waist and began to grind. Phoebe sobbed in shock and pain as she felt her own boobs start to mushroom out, before she clutched at Alice and started grinding in response. The crowd roared their approval for the fighting spirit both young women were showing. Any advantage of firmness one set had held was gone now. Both pairs of young boobs were weak and floppy, both billowing out an equal amount at the sides. Nobody could predict who was going to win now.

   Tears openly rolled down two pairs of cheeks as both girls whimpered in pain and fear, desperately driving their tits deeper and deeper into one another, silently praying that they would hear their rival submit. As the pressure mounted, the pain grew too great to stand, and they sank to their knees, two titanic competitors desperately seeking to topple one another.

   In a last ditch burst of desperate energy, Alice tightened her abs and shoved forwards, shoving Phoebe down onto her back and claiming the dominant, pinning position. Before the blonde could capitalize, the brunette's muscular legs suddenly shot up and wrapped around her, spinning her around so that now it was Phoebe on top.

   "Fuck you, die!" Phoebe screeched as she reared up and slammed down in an agonizing boob bomb. Both women shrieked in agony as their chests ground together, Alice's bronze jugs almost exploding outwards even as Phoebe's white sacks collapsed inwards. The crowd winced in sympathetic agony.

   The two women lay unmoving in the center of the ring, the only sound now their frantic gasps and sobs, until suddenly, Alice began to roll Phoebe over. The brunette cried out in fear as she suddenly found herself pinned beneath the bigger, stronger blonde, who reared back for a boob bomb of her own. As she pulled back, the crowd could see how her legendary boobs were purple and swollen, their firmness now completely gone. Before she could deliver, Phoebe dragged her down by the hair and spun her around again, Alice clutching at her brunette rival's curly hair and returning the favor, the two girls rolling across the ring, each desperately trying to claim the dominant position.

   As they rolled to the edge of the ring, they bumped up against one of the couches, which allowed the girl on top a second to brace herself. Alice looked down, almost surprised to find herself on top, before quickly lifting herself up into the air.

   "Hell yes!" The voluptuous blonde dropped down, slamming into Phoebe with the force of a meteor. The brunette lacked the energy to even scream, gurgling in agony as her boobs surrendered fully to the better pair.

   Alice slowly forced herself up, whimpering in pain as her tender boobs throbbed, gently cupping them as though to reassure herself that they were still intact. As her victory dawned on her, a smile grew across her face, and she threw up her hands in victory. The crowd cheered at the sight of the conquering goddess astride her broken foe.

   Alice leaned down towards Phoebe's tear streaked face, pressing her triumphant chest against the brunette's mouth. "Worship me, bitch," she commanded. "Worship your goddess." Phoebe sobbed, but complied, sucking on Alice's injured boobs. Alice winced, but refused to let herself pull away. She had to send a message to everyone watching, that she was still the goddess, that this was still the fate of anyone who tried to mess with her.

   Pepper tried to enter the ring to rescue her daughter, but Carol held her back. "Remember," Carol said with a malicious smile, "it's all fun and games." Pepper was forced to watch as her daughter was humiliated in front of the whole town.

   As she clapped and whooped, Polly turned to Diane to celebrate, but the other girl was already gone, stepping towards the ring to prepare for her own fight. Polly shrugged and continued to cheer. She was glad to see the fire back in Alice's eyes.
 
   Alice finally pulled away from Phoebe, a line of spit trailing from her nipple to the other girl's mouth. She stood up slowly, and limped her way over to Carol and Pepper, the latter of whom reluctantly handed over Phoebe's bra as a trophy of war. Alice held it up like a title belt, Carol holding her other hand high in celebration.

   In the center of the ring, Diane and Kay squared off, ready for their match.

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Intense scene.  Nice.  Thank for sharing

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Superbly exciting stuff, once again! Phoebe's speed, agility and sheer athleticism and endurance served her really well here, and allowed the very fit runner to unleash a relentless barrage of violent boob-hammering blows on the 'boob goddess'. Phoebe's undeniably impressive and powerful (low-end) DD breasts were able to dish out serious damage, and gave (still clearly mentally shaken) Alice a real run for her money, despite the blonde's small advantage in pure boob quality. But thankfully, Alice's slightly bigger and firmer bronzed cannonballs still prevailed over the brunette - and it appears like their fight and Alice's ultimate win succeeded in re-lighting that all too important competitive spark and fire in the blonde. She'll absolutely need it!

Carol's pep talk was great, including the threat of mother-on-daughter tit-beating. And her impromptu challenge to the town's new boob queen Violet definitely hadn't been on my radar previously! That said, I can't wait to see how she'll do against the teen's super-firm large D-cups... I have a sneaky feeling that the mature blonde's jugs still pack enough punch to severely rattle the teenager, and will no doubt be able to put up a very close an convincing fight against their much younger counterparts... Violet better have studied up a bit more on technique and sneaky tactics after her near-defeat against Ruth, or she'll be at real risk of getting her perfect 18yo boobs pummeled flat by the even more experienced (and still very potent-titted) blonde MILF's well-ripened vintage mounds - in front of a large crowd, no less! 

Also, am I the only one who's now curious to see Carol bump tits with Phoebe, while Pepper's meaty housewife mammaries duke it out with Alice's large, tanned orbs? Given Carol and Pepper's longstanding frenemy relationship, it wouldn't be entirely out of the realm of possibility... And now that Diane is (at least temporarily) no longer friends with Alice and Polly, there's an open spot in their trio... if Carol flattening and humiliating Pepper back in their school days turned them into friends/enemies, who's to say Phoebe can't grow a little closer to Alice as well... all the while maintaining a very healthy competitive tension, of course! Like mothers, like daughters...   

And Kay and Diane... looks like we're about to witness a very high-caliber edition of the classic "big & heavy vs. compact & firm" matchup! With an even more pronounced difference in size (though probably not firmness) than between Carol and Violet. Based on Phoebe's internal monologue earlier, Kay might be roughly even with Alice's high-end DDs in terms of tissue density, and therefore very impressively solid for a DDD / E-cup. Diane will absolutely want to maximize the amount of close boob-grinding in this one, though given how Kay seems to be 'as big as a barn' and is 'built like a brick shithouse', it may prove difficult for the lean, toned swimmer to keep her contained in tight bearhugs for long... I suspect Diane will have to rely heavily on her brain and her craftiness, and try to manipulate the massive brunette into proving her mammoth globes' density and firmness to everyone in the audience - in exchanges that are naturally more favorable for Diane - not at all unlike in her match against Alice! 

Excellent stuff once more! I'm very eager to see both upcoming small & firm vs. big & heavy matchups!



P.S.
I suppose this was more of a Neo-Cubist interpretation/critique of our current political climate and the state of the fine arts, rather than a genuine error and a brain fart? 

Polly climbed out of the car, and Carol called out to her, "Phoebe dear, head on inside. I need to have a talk with Alice first." Phoebe nodded, waved good luck to her best friend, and left.

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