[HumanPerson]

Kristen Bell vs Melissa Rauch



Kristen wasn't a jealous woman, in fact she was far from it. She and her husband Dax were quite adventurous sexually and it was an open secret that their kinks often involved other men and women in Hollywood. But this was different. This time Kristen felt a pang of jealousy and even a bit of fear. She knew she was her husband's type. Short, blonde, and sexy as hell. Recently Dax had been offered a spot on the Night Court sequel show, where he would appear as the love interest for the main character, played by Melissa Rauch. If it had been a normal casting situation she probably wouldn't have been so bothered, but the show was Rauch's creation and she had final say on almost everything. Kristen didn't think there was anything nefarious in the choice of Dax, she didn't even really know the other blonde, but she also knew from their interactions with other couples that her husband was a boob man. The two women were incredibly similar, all the way down to Rauch being less than a month older. The only real differences were weight, where Kristen's fit body was around 20-30 lbs lighter, and bra size where Rauch was at least two cup sizes bigger. Kristen's own rack was small and perky, the only downside of keeping herself as fit as she did, but she was certain that no amount of letting herself go would put her in Rauch's league up top. With that reality gnawing at her subconscious, she issued the private challenge. She and Melissa would meet in private and fight it out. If Kristen won, she determined how far the on screen romantic scenes could go. If Melissa won, there would be no restrictions. That brought them to the private suite where both naked blonde's were now covered in a sheen of sweat.

They had agreed to no punching and nothing to the face, and were having more of a rules catfight with all sexual options on the table. The only way it would finish was one woman submitting. Kristen had been fairly dominant for most of the contest. She was stronger and fitter, and the thicker woman was unable to use that size for the most part. She had been close to winning several times, an array of chokes and tight submission holds having put the bustier blonde on the verge of quitting but never quite getting the job done. The last few minutes had started to go the other way. A mutual bearhug led to Melissa whispering in Kristen's ear, "my boobs were bigger when I was 12." They tumbled to the ground with Rauch's thigh landing between Bell's legs and the thicker blonde immediately began rubbing the other woman's pussy with it. Distracted by the attempted stimulation, Kristen lost her focus and suddenly found her face pulled into the sweaty cleavage of her opponent, immediately reducing the oxygen to her lungs. She was able to shake free of it, only to feel the thigh working her pussy more vigorously and her mouth being filled with Melissa's tongue before she could catch her breath. Finding herself unable to move the larger blonde off her, Kristen responded by kissing back as aggressively as she could while sliding one of her hands down between their bodies and quickly inserting two fingers when she found her target. Feeling the jackhammer fingering by her opponent, Melissa suddenly tried to pull away, only to find that Kristen had rolled them onto their sides and was fingering her even more aggressively than before. Deciding to fight fire with fire, Melissa shot her own hand between Kristen's legs and began fingering the fit blonde's pussy, but it was too late. Both women felt the buxom blonde's body tighten and then shake with orgasmic pleasure. Kristen pushed Melissa onto her back and then disappeared from view for a moment, only to return quickly with a large strapon around her waist as she knelt over her opponent's body and inserted it into the glistening slit. "I'm going to fuck your slutty little brains out." Kristen began pumping the plastic piece into the pussy of her opponent, bringing Melissa to a second orgasm in a matter of minutes. Not waiting for her to recover, Bell began pounding Rauch's twat again, adding some trash talk while fondling the big tits of the woman she was dominating, "All you are is a pair of big tits and a goofy voice. There's nothing else to you. You're not in my league at all. Give up or I'll stay here and fuck you unconscious." Melissa didn't need any more convincing, blubbering out her surrender just seconds before a third orgasm tore through her body.

[Jackflash Jump]

Kaley Cuoco vs Sydney Sweeney: Breast Smother Match



Sydney, a rising phenom of the celebrity catfighting circle, was anxious to rise to the top level, and of course, the only way to accomplish that is to beat someone already at that level.  Friends called her crazy when she fired off a challenge to Kaley, who had long been one of the best fighters in Hollywood.  But Sweeney dismissed their concerns about the veteran:  "She's past her prime.  Besides, even at her best, Cuoco is no match for me!"

Intending to add insult to injury, the young upstart insisted that the match would only be finished with a breast smother...which was Kaley's favorite finishing move (as it was Sweeney's).

The brawl lasted a full fifty minutes, and even those elite spectators who were there to cheer on Kaley had to confess that Sydney was a better fighter than they had expected, managing to battle to a veritable stalemate against the skilled vet, much to Cuoco's frustration.

But that stalemate ended as Sweeney, her youth allowing her to display greater endurance, managed to take control of the fight as Kaley grew exhausted.  Now, after a long and bruising struggle, Cuoco found herself flat on her back, her adversary prostrate upon her, and Sydney's 34Ds nestled snugly over the older blonde's face.

This should have been the finish, but the younger woman wanted to play with her victim, so just as it seemed as if Cuoco was on the verge of being smothered unconscious, Sydney would push herself up, freeing her foe and letting Kaley...her sweat-soaked face deepening shades of red, her eyes filled with tears...hungrily gulp in oxygen.  And then Sweeney would press her breasts down again, Cuoco's face buried with the satiny cage of her tormentor's bosom.

This happened again...and again...and again.  Kaley was Sydney's hapless plaything, until at long last, she could endure it no longer.  As Sweeney once more freed her rival, Cuoco was at long last rendered unconscious.  Standing up, Syndey planted her right foot upon her beaten opponent's heaving chest and preened and posed before the onlookers, who jumped to their feet and lustily cheered her, thus welcoming her into the upper ranks of combatants at last.

[snw]

Kaley Cuoco vs Sydney Sweeney: Breast Smother Match



Sydney, a rising phenom of the celebrity catfighting circle, was anxious to rise to the top level, and of course, the only way to accomplish that is to beat someone already at that level.  Friends called her crazy when she fired off a challenge to Kaley, who had long been one of the best fighters in Hollywood.  But Sweeney dismissed their concerns about the veteran:  "She's past her prime.  Besides, even at her best, Cuoco is no match for me!"

Intending to add insult to injury, the young upstart insisted that the match would only be finished with a breast smother...which was Kaley's favorite finishing move (as it was Sweeney's).

The brawl lasted a full fifty minutes, and even those elite spectators who were there to cheer on Kaley had to confess that Sydney was a better fighter than they had expected, managing to battle to a veritable stalemate against the skilled vet, much to Cuoco's frustration.

But that stalemate ended as Sweeney, her youth allowing her to display greater endurance, managed to take control of the fight as Kaley grew exhausted.  Now, after a long and bruising struggle, Cuoco found herself flat on her back, her adversary prostrate upon her, and Sydney's 34Ds nestled snugly over the older blonde's face.

This should have been the finish, but the younger woman wanted to play with her victim, so just as it seemed as if Cuoco was on the verge of being smothered unconscious, Sydney would push herself up, freeing her foe and letting Kaley...her sweat-soaked face deepening shades of red, her eyes filled with tears...hungrily gulp in oxygen.  And then Sweeney would press her breasts down again, Cuoco's face buried with the satiny cage of her tormentor's bosom.

This happened again...and again...and again.  Kaley was Sydney's hapless plaything, until at long last, she could endure it no longer.  As Sweeney once more freed her rival, Cuoco was at long last rendered unconscious.  Standing up, Syndey planted her right foot upon her beaten opponent's heaving chest and preened and posed before the onlookers, who jumped to their feet and lustily cheered her, thus welcoming her into the upper ranks of combatants at last.

Loved this matchup and the outcome as well. I think it’s so hot when one girl rubs her face in it and taunts her. Sydney is absolutely the kinda girl who would relish in that. She’s got that bad girl thing. I suspect some taunting took place at the end. That’s the way I pictured it. I was glad to see her win one like this as the few stories including her on this thread seemed unkind towards her for some reason. Not giving her much credit with her losing to a rival. Enjoyed this one nicely done.

[Jackflash Jump]

I think Sydney has tremendous potential around these parts, and the fact that she actually won the fight poll against Kaley which decided this match shows that others clearly do as well.  And you're right, she's definitely got that "bad girl thing", the kind of smirking arrogance that the mean girl who always comes out on top and never gets her comeuppance enjoys.   

Loved this matchup and the outcome as well. I think it’s so hot when one girl rubs her face in it and taunts her. Sydney is absolutely the kinda girl who would relish in that. She’s got that bad girl thing. I suspect some taunting took place at the end. That’s the way I pictured it. I was glad to see her win one like this as the few stories including her on this thread seemed unkind towards her for some reason. Not giving her much credit with her losing to a rival. Enjoyed this one nicely done.

[wheelman]

Thx so much Jackflash! Great story. I especially loved the younger woman dominating and taunting her aging opponent angle.

[Jen_assfighter]

Kaley Cuoco vs Sydney Sweeney: Breast Smother Match



Sydney, a rising phenom of the celebrity catfighting circle, was anxious to rise to the top level, and of course, the only way to accomplish that is to beat someone already at that level.  Friends called her crazy when she fired off a challenge to Kaley, who had long been one of the best fighters in Hollywood.  But Sweeney dismissed their concerns about the veteran:  "She's past her prime.  Besides, even at her best, Cuoco is no match for me!"

Intending to add insult to injury, the young upstart insisted that the match would only be finished with a breast smother...which was Kaley's favorite finishing move (as it was Sweeney's).

The brawl lasted a full fifty minutes, and even those elite spectators who were there to cheer on Kaley had to confess that Sydney was a better fighter than they had expected, managing to battle to a veritable stalemate against the skilled vet, much to Cuoco's frustration.

But that stalemate ended as Sweeney, her youth allowing her to display greater endurance, managed to take control of the fight as Kaley grew exhausted.  Now, after a long and bruising struggle, Cuoco found herself flat on her back, her adversary prostrate upon her, and Sydney's 34Ds nestled snugly over the older blonde's face.

This should have been the finish, but the younger woman wanted to play with her victim, so just as it seemed as if Cuoco was on the verge of being smothered unconscious, Sydney would push herself up, freeing her foe and letting Kaley...her sweat-soaked face deepening shades of red, her eyes filled with tears...hungrily gulp in oxygen.  And then Sweeney would press her breasts down again, Cuoco's face buried with the satiny cage of her tormentor's bosom.

This happened again...and again...and again.  Kaley was Sydney's hapless plaything, until at long last, she could endure it no longer.  As Sweeney once more freed her rival, Cuoco was at long last rendered unconscious.  Standing up, Syndey planted her right foot upon her beaten opponent's heaving chest and preened and posed before the onlookers, who jumped to their feet and lustily cheered her, thus welcoming her into the upper ranks of combatants at last.

Loved this matchup and the outcome as well. I think it’s so hot when one girl rubs her face in it and taunts her. Sydney is absolutely the kinda girl who would relish in that. She’s got that bad girl thing. I suspect some taunting took place at the end. That’s the way I pictured it. I was glad to see her win one like this as the few stories including her on this thread seemed unkind towards her for some reason. Not giving her much credit with her losing to a rival. Enjoyed this one nicely done.

O agree, it is nice to see her win for a change after both Alexandra Daddario and Billie Eilish destroyed her tits to tits in other stories

[HumanPerson]

Aimee Lou Wood vs Alexandra Daddario



Alex had enjoyed flattening Sydney Sweeney with surprising ease while filming the first season of The White Lotus. She didn't realize how much of the short, young blonde's reputation was built on well chosen push up bra's and the willingness to fuck anyone with a camera rolling. Season 2 had come and gone and Alex considered the show fully in her past. That's why the call from one of the season 3 cast members caught her a bit off guard. Aimee Lou Wood had already tracked down Sweeney and beaten the girl easily. Now she wanted a crack at Daddario's famous rack to determine the real titfight champ of the show.

Daddario saw how similar they were and knew she couldn't underestimate the woman who was nearly 9 years her junior. She felt her tits were fuller and denser than her opponent, but she also knew that Wood seemed to always have her nipples at full erection while Alexandra herself rarely had her peaks at more than half. She accepted the challenge, curious to see how she would do against a woman so similar to her below the neck.

The fight started slowly, with Wood slowly causing irritation in Daddario's tits with those long, stabbing nipples, Alex knew she was also scoring some points as her tits did prove to be both bigger and fuller, the extra heft already causing Aimee's tits to flatten out a bit after just a few minutes. Instead of turning into some sort of all out brawl, or being a battle of huge knockout blows, the fighters stayed close and never really got out of first gear. It simply became a war of attrition, would the erect nipples cause enough pain to force the bigger tits to try and avoid them instead of attacking or would the bigger pair continuously wear down their opposition until the slightly smaller chested woman changed tactics in a desperate plea to win?

In the end, neither woman changed their strategy. They simply went until one could continue no longer. Both pairs of tits were red and splotchy, showing the beginning signs of bruising, but finally one could no longer take the pressure from the other. Aimee lowered her head in defeat as an ecstatic Alex raised her arms in victory and then forced her vanquished foe to worship her tits for a bit before confidently getting dressed and leaving with the knowledge that she was still the titfight champ of The White Lotus and wondering if a fourth season would provide another legitimate challenger.

[Jackflash Jump]

Kiernan Shipka vs Dafne Keen



The luxurious penthouse high above Manhattan had played host to many battles, but few as intense as this one.  Although both still relative newcomers to catfighting, Kiernan and Dafne had demonstrated remarkable skill, fueled by an almost savage ferocity.  The elite gathering of spectators sat in rapt attention as both beauties pummeled one another in a contest that was largely a stalemate...at least until now.

It's hard to say just how Shipka managed to gain control of the fight.  Perhaps her endurance was proving superior, maybe Keen made some small tactical error that was imperceptible to the onlookers, but had not been missed by the eye of her adversary.  Or possibly the cosmic goddesses of warfare had simply decided to tilt the advantage to blonde.  But whatever the case, Kiernan was mercilessly slapping, kneeing, punching, slamming and stomping Dafne, rendering the quivering brunette all but hapless.

All that was left for Shipka was to finish off her rival.  But then she paused, as if she was pondering a sudden new idea.

Without a word, Kiernan grabbed Dafne by her damp and tangled dark mane and hauled her up to her feet, then dragged her stumbling over to the sliding doors which overlooked the penthouse's spacious balcony.  Throwing open the door, a blast of wintry night air blew into the room, and the blonde pulled the battered brunette outside.  They halted in front of a seven foot tall stainless steel statue sitting in the center of the patio, a replica of the famed "Valkyrie" piece.



The skimpy bikinis of the two combatants offered scant protection from the bitter air as it whipped around them, their skin already reddening from the cold.  But while Dafne was shivering, Kiernan...like a Nordic warrior queen...paid the winter no mind.  Using her foot, she pushed at the back of each of her rival's knees, forcing her to kneel in the snow before the statue.  Then, a malicious glint in her eye, her golden hair billowing in the breeze, Shipka threw a kick to her rival's kidneys, making Keen shriek in pain.  And at that same moment, the blonde pushed her victim's face forward, Dafne's tongue touching the metal statue.

And with that, the brunette's saliva instantly froze to the steel, trapping her there in an eternal kiss of the Valkyrie's foot.  Beaming with satisfaction, Kiernan turned and walked back into the penthouse, where one guest quickly threw his suit jacket over her to warm her.  Other guests rushed out to the balcony with a cup of warm tea, carefully pouring it over the mewling Dafne's tongue to gently melt the ice that fastened her to the statue.  That achieved, she was likewise brought back inside, where a hot shower could at least warm her up, if not wash away the emotional grime of defeat.  Shortly thereafter the loser was escorted back to her Midtown hotel, where she cried until the dawn.

As for Shipka, as the winner, she was granted complete use of the penthouse for a week, and the first thing she did was settle into a hot bubble bath in the sunken tub, sipping a glass of bourbon to warm her insides, and to bask in her triumph.

[Jackflash Jump]

Sarah Abbott vs Akira Akbar




Ordinarily, one would only find the major figures among the elite spectators who enjoy celebrity catfighting to be rearranging their busy schedules to make certain they can attend a match to do so for battles featuring only the very best among the veterans.

But an exception are those occasions when two young rookies make their debut matches together.  Should either or both go on to glorious heights of combat in the years to come, it would be a badge of honor for anyone to be able to say that they were there to witness their very first fight.

Such is the case on this night, when two fresh-faced 18 year olds, Sarah and Akira, face one another in a penthouse high above the streets of Manhattan before a select audience of a dozen.

From the moment both nubile young battlers entered the spacious living room, the air was electric with their intensity.  There was no denying the fact that both girls were determined to beat the other and establish her newborn fighting career with a victory.  And as the subsequent battle wore on, it was clear that each had been well-trained in catting combat, although their lack of experience was obvious.  Their bodies moved like young colts, often awkward and clumsy, but nevertheless with a sublime athletic grace overall.

It proved to be a tremendous battle, with the advantage swaying back and forth between the two, but with neither able to maintain control for long.  But ultimately, exhaustion threatened to doom both of them, as their sweat-soaked bodies quivered from their fast-fading strength, so Akira and Sarah each made one last-ditch effort to overcome the other.  They brawled ferociously, snarling like jungle cats as hair was yanked, flesh scratches, limbs twisted, and bodies hammered by merciless fists. 

Suddenly, after what seemed like an unyielding stalemate, one beauty managed to get behind her rival, and she snaked her right arm across her foe's throat, tightening firmly against her windpipe in a chokehold, while with her free hand she deftly covered her victims eyes; someone had obviously advised her that in the heat of battle, robbing your adversary of the primary sense of sight can put them into a panic, and reduce them to helplessness.  And so it proved to be now, as the embattled young woman, gasping haplessly for breath, could mount no counter greater than to feebly slap at the arm of her tormentor.  Soon enough, her movements grew sluggish and her wheezing slowed to a low pant.  And then her body went limp, signaling that she was knocked out.

The loser's body slumped to the carpeted floor and lay there, motionless save for the heaving of her chest as her lungs greedily sucked in oxygen, and an unconscious quiver in her right leg.  Tears trickled from her closed eyelids.

Rising up on unsteady legs, wiping damp hair away from her eyes, the triumphant Sarah planted her foot on Akira's belly and raised her arms, striking her very first victory pose, as the room erupted with the cheers of the enraptured onlookers.

[Lostchris]

Gracie Abrams vs Lilli Reinhart



The dimly lit penthouse suite buzzed with anticipation, the exclusive crowd encircling a makeshift arena where Gracie Abrams and Lili Reinhart faced their final moments. Gracie, in a black bra and panties, her dark hair disheveled, stood over Lili, who was sprawled on the plush carpet, her green bra and panties stark against her flushed skin. The air was thick with the aftermath of their grueling battle, and now, it was time to end it.

Lili, gasping, tried to crawl away, her limbs trembling from exhaustion. But Gracie was relentless. With a predatory glint in her eyes, she dropped to her knees, straddling Lili’s lower back. The blonde’s hands flailed, grasping at the carpet, but Gracie was too quick. She seized Lili’s wrists, yanking them backward and pinning them against her spine in a brutal single-arm hammerlock, twisting just enough to elicit a sharp cry.

“You thought you could take me?” Gracie whispered, her voice low and taunting as she leaned forward, her weight pressing Lili’s chest into the floor. The crowd murmured, sensing the end. But Gracie wasn’t content with a simple submission. She wanted to break her rival completely. Releasing one of Lili’s wrists, she reached forward, her fingers hooking under the straps of Lili’s green bra. With a savage tug, she ripped the fabric downward, the straps snapping as Lili gasped in shock, the humiliation searing.

Lili’s struggles intensified, her legs kicking wildly, but Gracie was unyielding. She slid her free hand under Lili’s chin, yanking her head back in a punishing camel clutch variation, forcing the blonde to face the jeering crowd. Lili’s eyes watered, her mouth open in a silent scream as pain radiated through her spine. “Say it!” Gracie hissed, tightening her grip. “Say you’re done!”

Lili’s voice was a choked whimper, her body quaking under the strain. “I… I give!” she finally sobbed, her words barely audible over the crowd’s roar. But Gracie, savoring her dominance, held the clutch a few seconds longer, letting Lili’s defeat sink in. Finally, she released her, shoving Lili’s face into the carpet with a sneer. Rising, Gracie stood tall, her black lingerie barely clinging to her sweat-slicked frame, as the spectators erupted in applause, her triumph over Lili absolute and merciless.

[Lostchris]

Chappell Roan vs Renee Rapp



The neon-lit bar pulsed with energy, the crowd’s murmurs barely audible over the thumping music as Chappell Roan and Reneé Rapp clashed in a heated showdown. Both had been vying for the attention of the same woman, a striking brunette watching from the bar’s edge, and what started as sharp words had erupted into a fierce brawl on the dance floor. Chappell, in a glittery pink crop top and leather skirt, her vibrant hair a wild halo, had Reneé, in a black bralette and ripped jeans, on her knees, the blonde’s face flushed with exhaustion after their relentless struggle.

Reneé’s chest heaved, her bralette slipping slightly as she tried to rise, but Chappell was merciless. With a predatory smirk, she grabbed Reneé’s wrists, yanking them up and twisting them behind her back in a double hammerlock. Reneé gasped, her body arching in pain as Chappell pressed her knee into the small of Reneé’s back, forcing her chest-first onto the sticky dance floor. The crowd, including the brunette, watched raptly, sensing the end.

“You thought you could steal her from me?” Chappell taunted, her voice cutting through the music as she leaned down, her pink crop top shimmering under the strobe lights. Reneé’s defiance flickered, but Chappell wasn’t after a quick win. She wanted to humiliate her rival. Releasing one wrist, she reached forward, hooking her fingers into the waistband of Reneé’s jeans and tugging them down just enough to expose the top of her black panties, drawing a collective gasp from the onlookers. Reneé’s face burned red, her free hand scrambling to cover herself, but Chappell’s knee kept her pinned.

In a final flourish, Chappell shifted her grip, sliding her arms under Reneé’s shoulders and locking her in a full nelson, wrenching the blonde’s head back to expose her flushed, sweat-streaked face to the crowd—and the brunette, who leaned forward, intrigued. Reneé’s legs kicked weakly, her jeans slipping further as she squirmed, her voice reduced to a choked whimper. “Stop… I’m done…” she rasped, her eyes squeezing shut in defeat.

Chappell held the nelson a beat longer, letting the bar’s patrons drink in Reneé’s submission, her glittery outfit a stark contrast to Reneé’s disheveled state. Then, with a dramatic flourish, she released her, shoving Reneé face-down onto the floor. Chappell rose, brushing her hands theatrically, and shot a wink at the brunette, who smirked in approval. As the crowd cheered, Reneé lay sprawled, her jeans and pride in tatters, while Chappell sauntered back to the bar, victorious and unchallenged, the brunette’s attention now firmly hers.

[Savant]

The AI-generated stories suck so bad. What a waste of space.

[Lostchris]

The AI-generated stories suck so bad. What a waste of space.

I’ll stop sharing them. I started doing them as part of my recovery from a TBI I suffered in November. I love reading the stories in this thread (they’re short and simple which stimulate my synapses) and wanted to share some of my matchups but I don’t have the cognitive function (yet! knock on wood) to create my own so I have to use AI to assist.  I’ll just keep them on a google doc Im sorry I wouldn’t want to ruin anyones thread

[Savant]

Perhaps others enjoy them. Just sharing my feelings.

If you get pleasure from them and they help with your recovery then knock yourself out.

[HumanPerson]

I wish they would require stories written with AI to have that noted in the title. I would skip every single one of them.