[ellebelle]

Loved your story, Blue Roses!! A refreshingly great change from the modern times back to the yesteryears when women were classy not trashy

[BlueRoses]

Loved your story, Blue Roses!! A refreshingly great change from the modern times back to the yesteryears when women were classy not trashy

I'm glad you liked it!  I appreciate any and all feedback on any of these shorts. I do plan to go back to that era occasionally in future stories.

[BlueRoses]

Famke Janssen VS Sophie Turner II (Sophie's Revenge?)

Sophie was a new woman now. Yes, she had to admit that Famke crushed her before - but that was a long time ago. She was stronger now, a mother, and she didn’t live in fear of anyone – least of all that jealous old bitch! So it was that when Sophie spotted an all-too-familiar pair of legs striding around at an actor’s guild party, she confronted her and challenged her to round two.

They lay in a tangle of limbs, hair and scraps of fabric that had been new designer dresses just 10 minutes ago. Each one gritted their teeth, vying for control over their unlikely rival. For now, it was Famke that lay on top of the Englishwoman, almost in a 69 position.

“Time to submit again, Wimp,” growled Famke as she trapped Sophie’s head between her thighs.

Famke’s headscissors had always been a killer hold, but the determined Sophie wasn’t to be undone. She used her own impressive legs to grab Famke in a headscissors of her own. The two of them cinched their holds in as tight as they could, using their considerable assets as deadly weapons as they grunted and groaned in struggle.

Famke’s legs, great as they were, perhaps showed their age as her hold on Sophie’s head slacked off ever so slightly. Sophie’s stamina had proved greater as she didn’t release even an ounce of pressure on her hated rival and the Dutchwoman began to moan in pain.

 “Come on, what happened to the tough old bitch who thought she could fight?” mocked Sophie, delighting in the torment of her opponent. “How do you like a taste of your own medicine?”

Famke didn’t like it one bit. She didn’t like it so much that, in an act of desperation, she sank her teeth into her younger rival’s left leg. Sophie screamed in shock and pain, forced to release the hold. Famke had bitten right through the fabric of Sophie’s tights and as the Game of Thrones star tried to roll away from her, she succeeded in tearing the tights right off her legs.

Sophie made it to her knees before Famke clattered into her back and wrapped the torn hose around her face and neck. Famke, angered at having come closer to defeat than she ever expected, was brutal here as she wielded the tights. Sophie was yanked this way and that, the sheer fabric both constricting her throat and blocking her airways. Her legs flailed as she was dragged backwards towards a leatherback chair.

As the older woman sat down, her hold on Sophie loosened and allowed her to draw a welcome breath. But so focused was Sophie on filling her lungs that she offered no resistance as Famke used the hose to tie her arms behind her back, leaving her defenceless.

“Last time I had you kiss my legs, remember?” asked Famke, still clearly embittered by the pain Sophie had inflicted on her. “This time it’ll be worse.”

“Fuck you,” muttered Sophie, her voice quiet but strong. She had climbed onto her knees despite her bound wrists and was glaring at Famke but a sharp tug of the hair soon had her on her back again.

Famke placed her right foot on Sophie’s lips. Sophie gritted her teeth to deny her entry but it was no use. Famke smirked as she applied more pressure, leaving Sophie no option but to open her mouth if she wanted to keep her teeth.

Sophie’s cheeks bulged as the huge foot forced its way in. She was quickly overwhelmed by the size of it as well as the acrid taste, but the merciless Famke kept jamming it in further! Sophie tried to wriggle free but had no leverage with her arms tied. She gagged on the foot repeatedly until finally the cackling Famke retracted it.

“Do you submit?” she asked. “Or do you want another taste?”

“I submit!” bawled Sophie, her defiance crushed. “Please, no more!”

Famke rose from her chair and wiped her spit-covered foot on Sophie’s hair. “Stay on the floor where you belong until I leave the room,” she ordered.

Sophie nodded hurriedly. Her face was slick with tears and saliva and her pride lay shattered around her. From her position, she couldn’t see or hear Famke leave the room, so she remained lying on the floor for some time, not taking any chance that she might disobey the command of the better woman.

[KatieJobber]

Absolutely amazing story Nicole! Loved seeing Kate upton beat by a fan of all people!

[BlueRoses]

Katherine Heigl VS Lily Collins

They were in the women’s restroom at an awards show. Lily struggled weakly as the bigger woman’s hands closed around her modest biceps and squeezed cruelly. Katherine marched to the wall with her prey seemingly unable to squirm from her grip and planted her against the solid surface with a thud.

Lily didn’t know why the blonde had targeted her, but the reason was simple: because she knew she could. As the 2000s turned into the 2010s, Katherine had been one of the most feared actresses out there but her star had waned and she’d been largely forgotten about. Now it was 2024 and Katherine was back. This was her statement to anybody who wanted a piece.

“Come on, pipsqueak,” she laughed as she looked into Lily’s anxious face. “Tell me you’re at least woman enough to fight back.”

Lily wasn’t much of a fighter, but such goading was enough to bring out another side of herself. She threw a punch at Katherine and connected with her left breast, but the blow was weak and easily shrugged off.

“That’s it?!” guffawed Katherine as she pushed Lily hard against the wall once more. “You’re a joke.” With that verbal dismissal, Katherine launched herself forward into the struggling brunette, sandwiching her against the wall.

Katherine’s arms pinned Lily’s in place, her legs also proved stronger as they crushed into the smaller woman’s. Her bigger boobs and overall larger frame crashed repeatedly into the now-screaming Lily’s torso as if to emphasise that Katherine was stronger in every department.

When Katherine released her, Lily slid down the wall into a seated position. With a shiver, she looked up at the smug blonde who had brought her down so easily.

“What…what do you want?” asked Lily as she tried to keep her emotions in check.

“I want you to beg, bitch,” responded the winner before ominously adding “and I always get what I want.” Licking her lips, Katherine seized her victim and devised a perfect punishment for her.

But while Lily wrestled with the decision of whether to beg for mercy, another woman entered the restroom.

“What on Earth is going on here?” asked Katheryn Winnick, shocked by the sight of Heigl bending over Lily, her hands clawing maliciously at the younger woman’s body.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll butt out now, Winnick,” Katherine shot back.

“I don’t like being told what to do,” said Winnick with ice in her voice. “And I don’t much like bullies either.”

Lily didn’t know what to do as she watched Heigl and Winnick square up to each other, but one thing she did know is that she wanted to see what happened next.



Part 2: Katherine Heigl VS Katheryn Winnick

Heigl yelled in frustration. Winnick had landed a number of solid jabs to her body and had easily parried all of Heigl’s offense. The Canadian then used her taekwondo skills to fire a kick into Heigl’s abdomen that almost knocked all the wind out of her.

Heigl was reeling. She backed up towards the wall and watched worriedly as Winnick bore down on her, perhaps looking to deliver another deadly kick.

“Not so tough when you’re fighting someone who knows what they’re doing, huh?” smirked Winnick, keen to rub in her superiority over Katherine.

Angry, unskilled and desperate, Heigl tried to use her own powerful right leg to kick Winnick’s side just as the Canadian had done to her but the strike was telegraphed and it was simple for someone of Winnick’s skill to trap the leg between her body and arm.

Heigl knew she was in trouble now but she refused to show any sign of weakness. Hopping on one leg, she snarled at Winnick “put me down now, or else.”

No sooner had she said this than Winnick kicked Heigl’s left leg out from under her, sending her crashing to the floor with a shriek. Heigl got on her hands and knees and tried to crawl away, but Winnick stamped on her back, drawing a deep groan from the American and flattening her to the floor once more. Keeping her foot on the taller woman’s back, Winnick reached down and pulled both of Heigl’s arms up, wrenching the shoulder joints painfully.

Lily watched in awe as the woman who had attacked her was now the one on the ground, crying out in pain. She couldn’t help but appreciate the karma of the situation.

“Stop! I…” but Heigl’s protests were cut off as she let out another cry, this one more feeble than before.

“Apologise to her,” commanded Winnick, keeping the hold applied. Heigl went quiet, her pride not allowing her to stoop to such grovelling. But there appeared no way out of the hold and her shoulders were now in agony. She was just about to muster up an apology when a softer voice spoke up.

“No!” said Lily, crouching down to her. “I want you to beg, bitch.”

Hearing her own words thrown back in her face like this was too much for Heigl and she resolved to get out of the hold and crush both these bitches. She summoned all her strength to power out of the hold, but she was kidding herself as Winnick just tightened her grip and stamped down on her back once more, rendering her powerless and screaming.

“I’m sorry,” said Katherine quietly, her eyes now watering. “Please let me go, Katheryn.”

“It’s not my mercy you need to beg for, loser,” smirked Katheryn. “It’s Lily’s.”

A pause followed. And then…

“Please, Lily” said Katherine, though she hated herself for doing so. “Please let me go.”

Lily smiled and placed her foot on the top of Katherine’s blonde head. She held the pose for a few seconds and then nodded to Winnick to release the beaten woman. Without a word, Lily and Katheryn turned up their noses and left the bedraggled Heigl a heap on the floor to reflect on what she’d done and whether she ever dared fight again.

[wheelman]

Nicely done BlueRoses! There's just something very satisfying about an uppity snob like Heigl getting humbled by a total badass like Winnick. And a token jobber like Lily Collins thrown in for good measure was a nice touch also! 

[HL_IM]

I also wouldn't mind seeing Kat Dennings try to avenge for fellow MCU mate.

T


Kat Dennings vs Sydney Sweeney





Now this one was billed as a titfight. Kat Dennings had specifically requested it after seeing her buddy ScarJo get her beautiful bust absolutely mashed. And Sydney Sweeney accepted. What was better than humbling one uber-famous pair of MCU tatas? Well, humbling two pairs, of course!

But could she do it? Could Sydney establish herself as one of the most dangerous pairs out there? You bet your ripe melons she could.

Kat was squealing. The grunting and moaning had come earlier. Then yelping. Now she was in a full-blown panic and genuinely squealing at the pressure being applied to her big, but very softened jugs.

Sydney’s arms flexed tighter and tighter as she poured on the pressure in her bear hug. She was grinning right in Kat’s face as their breasts mushroomed together. Kat wanted to escape so badly. She couldn’t comprehend the number Syd’s tits were doing on hers. She was so confident prior to the start of the match. She would make Sydney apologize for what she did to Scarlett. She would make Sydney admit her tits were overrated. Next minute…

Kat screamed as she felt something go in her left breast. She didn’t know what it was, but it didn’t feel good. The roar of the crowd suggested it was visibly obvious too. Then she heard Syd’s voice. “Is that supposed to be all the way down there, Kitty Kat?” Kat was going red. She squirmed and yelled. But she was trapped. The younger star was too strong. Stronger than she looked. And then Kat felt her other breast go. That damn crowd piped up again.

“Kat?? You’re just a big PUSSY!” Sydney laughed, cockier by the minute.

She shoved Kat away. Kat felt relief. For a moment. Then she looked down and screamed. Those weren’t her tits. Surely not.

Teary, panicked eyes rose to meet Syd’s, and Sydney smirked cruelly. She charged at Kat. Kat was frozen. Syd’s jugs SLAMMED against Kat’s broken pair. Kat flew off of her feet and bounced so hard on her back that her flopping tits smacked her in her own face.

Syd stood at Kat’s feet. The same position she took when finishing Scarlett. Arms out wide. The crowd popped. Sydney was ready to finish her second Marvel-lous pair.

Once more, Sydney’s lips curled into a proud smirk. She dropped straight forward. Her currently much more impressive looking breasts hit Kat’s as hard as they had hit Scarlett’s. Kat’s mashed pair mushroomed out, visible bruising already on the flesh draping over her ribs. MCU fans looked away.

Just as Scarlett had done, Kat was now shaking, distraught, and conscious of the damage to her once proud breasts. Sydney kept to her own script, wriggled her way up the bawling brunette, and pressed her huge breasts against Kat’s lips. “Your turn, Kat. Kiss them and admit it.” Sydney made her demands.

Kat did so. Gently kissing Sydney’s breasts as she cried. Marvel fans had left by the time Kat verbally admitted that Sydney was better than anyone in the MCU.

Time for Ms Sydney to face Lizzie Olsen  the true tits queen of MCU (though ScarJo has obliterated her in the past, but shhh we don't talk about that here ?)

[Golden Goddess]

Psssh. Atwell *crushes* Olson.

[snw]

Love these stories about Sydney. I kept waiting for her to be an intense catfight on the show. I am positive she’d win and She strikes me as one who not only loves crushing a rivall’s chest with her own while telling her or the girls man how she’s taken them down one at a time. I’d been hoping someone would write a story about her. I just ain’t much of a writer or I’d do it myself. So thank you and I hope it’s not the last with her in it. Maybe fighting another girl over the man’s attention. That would be awesome.

[BlueRoses]

Always loved this matchup in my mind!

1992: Michelle Pfeiffer VS Rebecca De Mornay

Michelle had just achieved great acclaim for her performance as Catwoman, a role Rebecca had auditioned for! To bask in her success, Michelle fought wearing her already iconic catsuit.

“You really thought this ridiculous outfit was going to frighten me?” mocked Rebecca as she buried her knee deeper into the crotch of the prone and flailing Pfeiffer. “You need to be shown your place.”

As Rebecca scooted forward to sit on Michelle’s stomach, she was caught off guard by a searing pain in her chest. In desperation, Michelle had raked the claws of her costume across the impressive bosom of her attacker.

Rebecca cried out as she looked down at her chest and saw thin red lines forming across her titflesh. “I wasn’t trying to frighten you, dear,” smirked Michelle. “I wore this costume because it represents my success. And your failure.”

Michelle tried to claw at Rebecca once more, but this time she was ready. Blocking Michelle’s lunge, Rebecca chided her: “No surprise you’re attacking my tits, you jealous skank.” With fierce yells, they each grabbed one another by the hair and rolled around in a hateful frenzy. The usual cries of “Bitch” and “Slut” were punctuated by harsh slaps to the face and body of their despised rival.

Finally, Rebecca landed on top. She bounced her ass hard onto Michelle’s tender belly, drawing a pained gasp, before viciously slapping her face back down to the floor. Rebecca wasn’t done yet. She grabbed Michelle with both hands by her mask and hair and slammed her head down to the ground repeatedly.

“You call this success, Pussycat?” she sneered as Michelle’s eyes turned glassy. “I guess it kind of is. You’ve probably been fantasising about this for years. Well if you’re gonna dress like a gimp, you’re gonna get used like one.”

Rebecca slid her ass forward once more so that her crotch was now right above her opponent’s face. She sat down, using her legs to pin Michelle’s arms helplessly to the floor. Rebecca took a moment to bask in the panic that set into Michelle’s eyes as she realised what was about to happen. Without further ado, Rebecca facesat Michelle. She rocked back and forth, slowly at first before building a tremendous pace, only stopping when she was fully satisfied.

When Rebecca had finally finished with Michelle’s now-dishevelled face, she leaned down to the superstar’s ear and whispered: “I own you. And the night is still young.”

Defeated, humiliated and now claimed by her impossibly smug rival, the semi-conscious Michelle could do nothing but accept the truth of this proclamation. She was left as nothing more than a mess on the floor, the acclaim of her performance in Batman Returns serving as little comfort indeed in the face of complete subservience to her conqueror.

[Nicole S]

Sydney Sweeney VS Kelly Brook

"You're in over your head, miss tits!" the haughty brunette shouted, hands on her hips as she made her way towards the center of the ring, smirking at her panting opponent before her. Kelly Brook's large, English tits bounced with each movement she made, drawing the gaze of every onlooker in the room. With each sway of her hips, she seemed to taunt the laws of physics themselves, her hefty boobs defying the passage of time and the law of gravity. The crowd was almost all American, with a few of her supporters having made the trip across the pond to watch their girl in action. As such, she was both the underdog and the unfavourite, but Kelly didn't give a damn about being either. She only planned to prove she was still worthy of competing with the best, and who better to demonstrate that point than America's latest angel herself: Sydney Sweeney.

Sydney's own large breasts heaved with each breath, her eyes locked onto Kelly's as she prepared another go, lunging back at the brunette beauty. With a swift sidestep, Kelly evaded Sweeney's pounce as the blonde's tits barely grazed across her own.

Seizing the opportunity, Kelly retaliated by swinging her tits back in an arch, her globes colliding with the side of Sydney's right boob with a resounding thud that shook the smaller pair upon impact. Syd staggered backward with a yelp, momentarily stunned by the force of the impact.

Before she could react to the counterattack, her doe eyes widened in realization as she saw Kelly coming towards her, those big juggs billowing bare-naked for all to appreciate. Sweeney braced herself and arched her tits out, attempting to meet Kelly's boobs head-on in a desperate bid to gain the upper hand.

Kelly's big tits crashed into the blonde's as the two pairs mushroomed together. For a brief moment, it seemed as though Sydney might hold her own as her younger breasts strained against Kelly's huge rack. Sydney gritted her teeth and pushed back against Kelly's tits, fighting to maintain her ground as the two women pushed their best assets against one another in a bout of pride. The audience cheered for the blonde as Sydney breathed heavily, grinding Kelly's fat tits harder with her own pair as she gave the crowd a show to remember.

The busty British beauty pulled back after a few seconds, creating some distance between the two women, and relief seemed to wash over Sweeney's face. Both pairs of tits were beginning to redden, one pair more than the other by a thin margin. Both pairs wobbled as they separated from contact with the other. Kelly lifted her breasts again to drop them down on Sydney's, but Sydney was clever; she swung her tits in an upward arc, aiming for the soft, juicy underside of Kelly's hefty boobs. The impact landed and one woman groaned... and it wasn't the English beauty. The impact of the collision sent a jolt of pain through Sydney's chest, momentarily stunning the young contender. Kelly's huge juggs barely even moved, and it became increasingly clear that Sydney Sweeney was up against an opponent whose assets were truly in a league of their own.

"Ughhhhhh..." Syd groaned as another massive shot rocked her boobs, the sound of impact echoing through the room. Sweeney groaned as her lovely cleavage was pushed upward from the force of the strike, but rather than pulling away, she fought through the discomfort as she focused on grinding away at the brunette's oversized boobs.

Sydney used Kelly's wrists to pull the brunette beauty into her; her proud tits seemed to almost disappear into Kelly's huge juggs as they tried to spread the English model's pair out slightly, earning a low grunt from Brook as Sydney's tits attempted to burrow against her cleavage, "Hah... now I got your fat fucking tits right where I want them!" she snarled at the Brit as she emphasized the curse with another shove.

Her smaller, but amply firm breasts burrowed deeper between Brook's tits. Kelly's tits were finally giving, albeit barely, as Sydney continued to bury her tits deeper into the brunette's plentiful titflesh. However, the movement came to a sudden halt when Sydney's tits met the thick flesh beneath the surface of Kelly's large rack. Kelly's inner boob tissue successfully resisted the invasion attempt as Sydney let out a low groan.

Sydney's tits were big enough that they had Brook's huge boobs pushed apart considerably, but other than that, the Page 3 cover girl's rack held their shape just fine, refusing to yield any more ground to the blonde's firm hooters. Kelly's larger and fuller boobs held Sydney's tits at bay as the two women groaned. Sydney grunted as she pushed in with her shoulders, causing Kelly's jugs to balloon subtly as she readied herself for a second wi--

But before she could, Kelly's arms snaked around Syd's waist and clamped her in a tight bearhug! Brook's lean muscles becoming defined as she pulled Sydney's tits flat against her own pair. Sweeney twisted and struggled, but Kelly was no stranger to the titfighting scene. She knew that first step in flattening a big pair like Syd's was taking away her leverage.

"You got heart, kiddo," Kelly leaned in as her fearsome frontage pushed up against Sydney's tits, mushrooming the blonde's famous pair for the entire world to see, "But it takes more than heart to crush perfect tits like mine, and the most overrated milkers in America just ain't got it!" The trapped blonde groaned as Kelly pressed her big melons down on Syd's softened boobs, causing the tops of the blonde's tits to dent and compress as Kelly grinned.

As the heavy pair began to squish Sydney's boobs quickly, the younger blonde's arms moved in desperation to Kelly's shoulders in an attempt to break the Brit's tit-crushing embrace. Sweeney let out a long moan as their boobs mashed tighter together, her smaller pair pressing into the bigger rack of the British woman. Sydney fought against the Brit's tight squeeze for a few minutes, before her shoulders finally relaxed and her arms slumped down to the sides. Kelly dropped her to the mat and picked up the blonde's pink frilly bra which the Brit had stripped off early in the fight. The model attempted to put the bra on as the audience booed her. The straps dug into Kelly's skin as the bra struggled to lift up her tits. Brook swung her arms behind her head and arched her back out slowly, and the crowd was silenced as the proud double-D bra groaned and quickly tore with an audible snap.

Kelly tossed the broken garment aside and stuck up a middle finger to the crowd before leaving, "This is your new Kate Upton? The bitch couldn't flatten me at 24 and she sure as hell didn't flatten me at 44!"

[WrestleFic]

2009 - Gwyneth Paltrow (37) vs Scarlett Johansson (25)

"There's nothing impressive about what you do, it's all made up."
Gwyneth's own words were stuck in her mind as she struggled on the floor of the boxing ring. It was only a short while after filming the famous scene in Iron Man 2, with Scarlett Johansson's character 'Natalie' easily taking down Jon Favreau's Happy Hogan. The assembled crew were full of praise for Johansson by the time the shot was complete, but Gwyneth let her jealousy get the better of her and threw a catty remark at the younger woman, albeit quietly enough that no-one else would hear it. She'd expected Scarlett to be cowed in the face of her put-down, but to her surprise she was pulled into a tight hug, which the crew took to be a sign of the two actresses bonding. Only Paltrow herself heard Scarlett's whispered response.
"Want to put that to the test?"

It wasn't long before the set was cleared, and Gwyneth and Scarlett made excuses to stay behind on their own. As soon as the door shut, Scarlett was climbing back into the boxing ring, beckoning Paltrow to follow her - an offer that the older actress, foolishly, accepted. It quickly became clear that she was outmatched, as Scarlett easily brought her down to the mats and replicated her earlier performance, snapping her toned legs around Paltrow's head and pulling her arm across the mat to pin her. Gwyneth's free hand grabbed at Scarlett's legs, but it was a futile gesture; she had no hope in pulling free now. Scarlett bent her legs at the knee, encircling Gwyneth's face with her thigh on one side and her calf on the other, squeezing the older woman's cheeks as her face turned red.
"Ok... I'm sorry... you've made... your point..." Gwyneth gasped, tapping a hand desperately against Scarlett's knee, but her tormentor showed no mercy, simply watching her face with a hint of a smirk forming on her lips. It didn't last long but it felt like an eternity, as Paltrow's writhing body started to slow and her eyes rolled back into her head. Scarlett parted her legs and stood up, letting the now unconscious Gwyneth's head thump against the mat. She looked down at her with disdain, nudging her head with one foot to make sure she was out; Paltrow's head lolled to the other side.
"That's what you get, you stuck-up bitch," Scarlett murmured to herself as she climbed out of the ring.

2012 - Gwyneth Paltrow (40) vs Rebecca Hall (31)

It wasn't long before Gwyneth Paltrow found herself jealous of another MCU castmate: her multi-movie partnership with Robert Downey Jr. seemed to bleed into her real life, as she grew to resent seeing other women flirting with 'her' Tony Stark. Rebecca Hall, an English actress who played an old fling of Stark's in Iron Man 3, was the latest to unknowingly earn her ire. Gwyneth went out of her way to make Rebecca feel unwelcome: 'accidently' closing doors in her face, dropping catty comments, and deliberately bumping her every time the two women passed each other. It was one such incident that finally brought the one-sided rivalry to a head, as Gwyneth barged into the younger woman in the bathrooms hard enough to knock her back, and Rebecca decided she had had enough of the poor treatment.
Surprisingly, no-one heard the cries of fury and pain as the two women clashed, though their voices echoed around the empty bathroom. Despite their similar heights, Paltrow's bark proved worse than her bite as she was manhandled around the room, shoved up against the walls of the stalls before being pinned face-down on the floor by the stronger Rebecca straddling her back. She kicked her legs futilely she found her head lifted roughly off the floor by the hand tangled in her hair.
"Now leave me alone," Rebecca hissed, yanking on Paltrow's locks to emphasise her point; the defeated actress didn't say anything, but simply squeezed her eyes shut and nodded desperately. Satisfied, Rebecca released her grip and left the room without another word.

2017 - Gwyneth Paltrow (45) vs Brie Larson (28), Elizabeth Olsen (28), and Evangeline Lilly (38)

Gwyneth hadn't made herself popular on the set of Avengers: Endgame. Despite being away from the superhero game for a while, she returned to the franchise with an air of superiority, looking down on many of the other women to join the franchise after her, and dropping bitchy comments about their appearances. It was after a long day of shooting, during which she told Brie Larson "there's less substance in your acting than there is in your ass", that some of her castmates decided she needed a lesson in humility. As such, when she retired to her trailer, she found herself ambushed by the combined forces of Brie Larson, Elizabeth Olsen, and Evangeline Lilly.
She stood no chance; despite being the tallest in the room, Gwyneth was easily overpowered by each woman in turn, as they pinned, stretched, and slapped her into submission. Her cries for mercy went unheeded, all three of her tormentors having weeks of pent-up frustration that they were all too happy to release on her. Finally, the exhausted Gwyneth Paltrow found herself lying flat on her back; Evangeline Lilly had her legs tightly locked up, while Liz Olsen had dragged her arms over her head and was sitting firmly on them, smiling down at the trapped Gwyneth.
"What was it you were saying about my, uh, 'substance'?" Brie's voice penetrated her consciousness as the blonde stood over her, hiking up the yoga pants she'd worn for the occasion to emphasise the curve of her ass. She began to squat, and Gwyneth barely had time to register what was happening before that same ass was pressed down on her face. A moment later Brie brought her feet up to rest on Gwyneth's stomach, her full weight now smothering the older woman, who was helpless to resist as the others held her still. She was only vaguely aware of the sound of laughter as she struggled to breathe, finally passing into a blissful unconsciousness.


2018 - Gwyneth Paltrow (46) vs Zendaya (22)

Spider-Man: Far From Home could have been the Pepper Potts' swansong in the MCU, a cameo with a hefty paycheck to close out Phase 3. Unfortunately for Gwyneth Paltrow, her first day on set was to be her last as she clashed with young star Zendaya. The ever-oblivious Gwyneth was convinced she was a production assistant, and grew increasingly irate when her demands for a coffee were ignored. Finally, she snapped and grabbed the young woman by the shoulders, shoving her up against the wall and bashing her head against it. Zendaya saw red and responded in kind, her knee rising up to smash into the older woman's crotch and instantly turn the tide of the confrontation.
 A one-sided fight followed, as Gwyneth once again found herself at the mercy of a stronger, younger woman; despite her attempts to claw and slap at Zendaya, she only succeeded in making her more determined to humiliate her opponent. It didn't take long for Paltrow's shirt to be ripped off and used as an improvised garrotte against her. Finally, spread-eagle on the floor, the defeated Gwyneth tapped her hand against the floor to indicate her surrender. But Zendaya wasn't through with her yet.
Gwyneth was unable to resist as Zendaya sat hard on her upper back, squishing her chest against the floor. The young actress took a moment to remove her shoes and peel off her socks before tucking her feet underneath Gwyneth's face, naked soles facing up. Paltrow tried to turn away but Zendaya shifted backward to sit on the back of her head and forcibly push her face into the waiting soles. Gwyneth closed her eyes and tried to scream for help, but her cries were muffled by Zendaya's feet. Then, as she felt things couldn't get worse, there was a sudden sharp, stinging slap against her ass cheek, then another, then another. Tears in her eyes, Gwyneth Paltrow found herself being completely dominated by her opponent, smothered in her feet as Zendaya spanked her ass.
She didn't return to the film after that day.

[BlueRoses]

Famke Janssen VS Karen Gillan

Of course they noticed each other. Theirs were the only legs at the event that could compete with each other. Her passion for fighting re-ignited by her recent wins over Sophie Turner, Famke was itching for another scrap and Karen had proved an all too willing combatant.

Famke grunted as the smirking Scot pinned her wrists to the floor. She wasn’t used to being overmatched like this and a fury to reverse her predicament burned within her.

“You’ve bitten off more than you can chew this time,” said Karen. “What will your friends at the old folks home think of you now?”

But Famke didn’t take kindly to such mockery. She managed to free her right hand and grab a fistful of Karen’s red hair. She pulled the younger woman down on top of her and delivered some clubbing blows to her back with her free hand.

The two women gritted their teeth as they struggled, neither giving an inch. Karen once more seized Famke’s wrists, but it was their lower bodies where the real action was taking place. Famke’s long legs kicked at those of the redhead, who maintained her position atop the older woman. Eventually, Karen was able to grapevine her own legs around the Dutchwoman’s forcing them painfully apart.

“These old legs aren’t up to the challenge, grandma,” hissed Karen, confident in the strength and length of her own gams to overcome anyone’s.

Famke relished the opportunity to overcome the cocky Scot and her overrated legs. She summoned all her strength in her legs and squeezed, determined to put Karen firmly in her place.

And nothing. Karen’s legs didn’t budge an inch.

“Is that it?” she scoffed in Famke’s face. Karen was greatly amused by the look of panic that crossed Famke's features. She had never felt so helpless before. It was one thing to lose a fight, but for her proud legs to be defeated was a greater humiliation altogether. “This is what a real pair of legs can do,” Famke heard Karen declare.

Keeping her tight grapevines applied to both legs, Karen pulled her legs further and further apart. Famke began crying out in pain but still Karen seemed able to extend her endless legs. When they finally reached full extension, Famke was in incredible pain.

“What do you say?” asked Karen. There was a long pause before Famke choked out a response.

“You win,” she said finally. Her arms were pinned, her legs were trapped and she was face to face with the smug victor on top of her. There really was no disguising her defeat.

“No, no, no,” chided Karen in mocking baby voice. She leaned in closer so her red hair was tickling Famke’s face. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

Famke feigned ignorance, but Karen wasn’t going to spell it out for her. They both knew what the Scot wanted. Karen just kept her hold cinched in until she heard the inevitable reply.

“Your legs are better,” mumbled Famke.

“Louder.”

“Your legs are better!” it was almost a screech this time.

“And don't you fucking forget it,” growled Karen. She finally released her foe and rose. “That’s what happens when you fight women half your age, honey. Maybe stick to your knitting next time, yeah?”

Famke had to endure the taunts of the winner. She curled into the fetal position to nurse her strained legs. She lay there snivelling for a while, unable to process such a thorough defeat.

[BlueRoses]

1960: Grace Kelly VS Elizabeth Taylor

Grace looked up at her husband from her vulnerable position. She hoped he knew it was all for him. She saw him watching silently, almost transfixed by the catfight as she knew he would be. She wasn’t much of a fighter herself, but had decided to try it for him. And when Elizabeth Taylor had strutted into their palace, cleavage on display, Grace thought she had found the perfect opponent. Alas, she wasn’t much of a fighter at all.

Grace felt Liz’s foot stomp on her back. She squealed but before she knew it, Liz was sitting on her. Grace had no idea how to counter any of this and her eyes met Rainer’s in a desperate plea. Liz reached down and grabbed a chinlock on Grace, wrenching her neck back painfully.

“You feeble little thing,” laughed Elizabeth. For fun, she complimented her chinlock with hair-pulling, face-slapping and even nose-pinching just to show that she could. To show that she was in control.

Grace thrashed her limbs about uselessly, with any impact made on Elizabeth completely useless. She was just about to submit when Liz altered her hold, no longer holding Grace by the chin but with two fingers in each side of her mouth.

The fishhook hold not only prevented her from submitting, it was excruciating as well! She was overcome by the pain and the embarrassment of the situation and could feel tears begin to roll down her cheeks when Liz leaned in next to her ear.

“Listen here, my little Disgrace,” whispered Elizabeth so only Grace could hear her. “We both know I have a certain… reputation. What can I say? I like men. I have beaten you up and I can steal your husband if I want. Just ask Debbie Reynolds!” she added with a giggle.

Grace’s eyes widened in fear at the implication here.

“I’m sure you don’t want that,” continued Liz as Grace shook her head. “In that case, I’ll just take this as compensation.”

Elizabeth let Grace’s head drop and took her left hand instead. She slid the priceless diamond wedding ring off her finger and took it for herself. She stood up, admiring the jewel and thinking it would make a fine addition to her collection.

“I submit!” cried an emotional Grace once she got her breath back. Not that anybody needed to be told at this stage.

“Sorry to disappoint you Rainer, but I won’t be staying for dinner,” said Elizabeth as though nothing extraordinary had happened. “And if you ever want this back, Grace,” she indicated the ring. “Just tell me when you want round 2.”

She never dared.

[Nicole S]

Billie Eilish VS Kat Dennings



In the mud pit, Billie Eilish and Kat Dennings grappled, their tits compressed at an unusual standstill for either of them. Kat's 34DDs were locked up tight against Billie's 32DDs. Billie's pair, while begrudgingly a touch smaller than Kat's, still packed a wallop that had taken Hollywood by storm lately. They boasted a firmness most other 22-year-olds only dreamed to have, which had the 37-year-old Dennings forced into playing defensive for once. Kat's juggs were never usually rocked this hard and were feeling the heat like never before as both girls slammed their tits together in an attempt to brute force the other pair flat. With a determined war-cry, Billie lunged forward as her wrecking balls slammed into Kat's from below. Billie's were big enough to almost knock Kat's rack up into her own face as Dennings was staggered backwards. She lost her balance, tumbling into the mud with a hefty splash that displaced mud across the first row of the crowd of rich, snobby elites.

Billie climbed on top, her bra busters dragging over Kat's as she pinned the brunette's shoulders down beneath the mud. The crowd watched in awe as Billie leaned forward, her ample breasts squaring up firmly against Kat's huge juggs as she used her smaller but effective frame to pin Dennings in the mud. The mud oozed around them as they grappled, barely able to get purchase on one another as their hands slipped and their big tits slid across one another's. Billie's breasts slowly buried Kat's in the sludgy depths; Kat's cleavage filled with mud as Billie's tits exerted their relentless pressure. With each passing moment, Kat's globes sank deeper into the pit, before finally vanishing beneath the surface as Billie's fearsome frontage proved too heavy to turn back. A collective gasp escaped the crowd as they watched in astonishment, the sight of Kat's tits disappearing beneath the muddy prison sending waves - metaphorical ones, this time - throughout the crowded venue.

"Urghhhhhhhhh!" Kat groaned as her tits visible flattened under Billie's.
"I'm sinking your battleships, you big-titted cow," Billie hissed as Kat strained beneath her, her tits trying to push Billie's up as the mud rippled underneath the younger girl's. Billie leaned in closer, her breath hot against Kat's ear, sending shivers down the actress's spine as she whispered huskily, "Oh, come on, bitch - my tits are too heavy to move, even for a fat pair like yours. You're fifteen years too late to this fight and it's time to bury the trash!"

As Kat's tits strained to push out of the mud, they encountered a formidable obstacle in the form of Billie's stubborn udders. Kat rolls her shoulders, summoning every ounce of strength as she tries to push up against Billie's tits. But Billie's boobs were not just firm, but heavy as hell, and being on top only added to her advantage. Kat's boobs remained trapped beneath the surface, unable to break free from their muddy prison. She grunted with effort as she tried to arch her back, her large bazookas straining beneath the combined weight of the mud as well as Billie's steamrollers pressing down upon them. Despite her best efforts, Kat found herself unable to gain leverage as her once-infallible 34DDs strained against a pair over a decade younger.

It was a sight not many had ever seen; Kat Dennings, groaning with effort, her tits compressing against another, younger pair. as she attempted to hold back Billie's big tits with her own. The mud splashed around them, adding to the intensity of the struggle as Kat fought to break out of the pin. Billie was no fucking slouch, as much as she hated to admit to herself. Kat's frustration had reached its peak; trying to move Billie's big melons felt like hitting a brick wall - both physically and metaphorically. No matter how hard she pushed or squirmed, those mountains of flesh weren't budging an inch; they might as well have been mud-capped peaks as Kat's tits continued to sink into the mud. It was a humbling moment for Kat, who was used to crushing even the most challenging juggs in the biz.

But just as she was about to succumb to defeat, a spark of inspiration struck her in the face. If she couldn't bring her tits out of the mud... she'd bring Billie's down there instead! Without hesitation, Kat wrapped her arms tightly around Billie's waist, forcibly pulling Eilish down into the mud with her! Billie let out a quick gasp, trying to lift up as she felt mud seep into her dark locks. Their tits crushed together as both fighters sunk into the pit, completely submerged as their grunts ceased and were replaced with just sloshing earth. The crowd held their breath, anticipation hanging as they waited to see who would emerge the victor - if either would emerge at all. It was a moment of uncertainty as everyone held their breaths in spirit. It felt like an eternity as a full minute passed... a bubble here, a bubble there, but otherwise the mud stayed calm...

...before suddenly, it was Kat Dennings who emerged from the depths of the mud pit first! With a triumphant gasp, she burst through the surface, her massive chest heaving as she gulped in the fresh air like it was going out of style. Her hair was matted with mud, sticking to her forehead and cheeks as she shook her head in an attempt to disperse it. Her big tits shook with each movement, caked in a layer of mud, they were just as much a sight to behold as anytime. Despite the challenge they were pitted against, they remained firm and proudly standing. Breathing heavily, she reached down back into the sludge and, with a strong tug, pulled Billie's weak body out of the pool by her muddled locks. With a grunt of effort, Kat slung Billie over the edge of the mud pit.

She pulled herself up on top of her and dropped her patented cannons on top of Billie's barely-conscious face. Billie feebly pawed at Kat's shoulders but she was much too weak to do a damn thing to stop Kat's 'Juggs of Mass Double-D-Struction'! Billie's muffled protests were completely engulfed by the massive titflesh sealed across her face. Kat spoke up over Billie's screams as the ref leaned over to start his three-count.

"This bitch has some big ol' pipes... so don't stop till you hit fifteen... one for each year I've got on her!"