[Nicole S]

Kate Upton checked her messages that night, and promptly downed a bottle of cheval blanc wine upon realising who it was from.  She had recently held a little contest on TikTok, whereupon one lucky fan would win the opportunity to meet Kate herself in a sort of meet-and-greet, as well as participate in an event of the fan's choosing - with the proceeds going to a charity of the fan's choice. And the girl who won had just cashed it in.

Kate opened the Snapchat that her fan had sent her around midnight... and promptly left it on read and went to bed. She got little sleep that night as the video sent to her played itself in her head rent-free for the next eight hours.

As the crowd's anticipation reached a fever pitch, the arena lights dimmed, and a spotlight illuminated the entrance ramp. A beat filled the air as Kate Upton emerged from the darkness, her silhouette highlighted against the vibrant backdrop. She was dressed in a teeny white bikini that left very little of her DDs to the imagination as she confidently strutted down the ramp. She entered the ring through the middle rope, flaunting her big tits as she sashayed around and wriggled her body to pump up the crowd. It worked as she got quite a few cheers... but then the cheering suddenly grew exponentially louder.

Her fan walked into the arena a minute after Kate, wearing a tiny black tanktop completely overflowing with creamy white cleavage. Her boobs were simply enormous, much bigger than the snap had made them out to be! The girl was threatening to spill out in every direction as excess cleavage made the spaghetti straps groan loudly in distress. The girl walks up to Kate, her huge rack billowing as she has zero hesitation in her stride. Her tits had to be no less than 36K cups at the smallest. She was shorter than Kate was at around 5'5 and looked to weigh maybe ten pounds more than Kate despite the blonde's taller height.

“Hiya, Kate,” the girl said with a haughty smile. She was no older than 20. The bitch definitely dwarfed Upton up front without any question. Her mammoth bust barely pressed into Upton's before she stopped walking. Kate instinctively arched her back, but her tits only mushroomed against the skank's massive wall of titflesh. The girl asked, akin to a friend asking one of her girlfriends in school, "I'm Trenity. So, you get my snap last night, right?"

"I got it," Kate said dismissively as she relaxed her arch, to which Trenity definitely felt as Kate's tits shrunk away from her own.
Trenity replied back with a hushed voice, "Great - don't say I didn't warn you then. I've always wanted to flatten your tiny-ass tits, but I might spare them if you can behave yourself."

The word 'behave' may have been like a string dangling in front of a cat. Kate launched herself at Trenity, smacking her tits against the girl's as the two pairs sandwiched together. Kate wasted no time and applied her signature bearhug, determined to quell this before it could begin.

"Ungghhhh..." came a quiet grunt... and it wasn't from the new meat.

Kate's grunts echoed through the arena as she struggled to maintain her bearhug on Trenity, but her own boobs were bearing the brunt of the pressure. Her world-class tits strained hard, pushing fruitlessly against Trenity's heavy juggs. Despite Kate's valiant attempts, the influencer's huge tits held firm, making it difficult for Upton to gain the upper hand. Kate gritted her teeth as she pushed against Trenity's massive chest, but it was like trying to move a pair of mountains.

The sheer size and weight of Trenity's tits overwhelmed Kate's best efforts. Despite her best attempts, Kate's own boobs flattened out against Trenity's, the pressure becoming almost unbearable. Kate tried to pull away as much as she could,kneeling down and then bringing her tits up to the underside of Trenity's globes, hoping to find some kind of weakness in this behemoth rack. However, Trenity's giant juggs proved to be nearly immovable, anchored firmly in place despite Kate's efforts to lift them with her own.

As Kate exerted herself more and more, she felt the strain in her own breasts, the weight of Trenity's massive bosom bearing down on her. Despite her determination, Kate began to realize the futility of her efforts. Trenity's size advantage was simply too much to overcome, and Upton found herself struggling to maintain her position under the immense pressure. Kate tried to smack Trenity's tits with her own, but each result was a disappointing jiggle and not so much of a grunt from the big-titted princess.

"Time's up, bug bites," Trenity said, feigning a yawn as she waited for her cleavage to stop quaking, "So, are you going to do it or not?" she asked as she ran her hands over her generous breasts.
"Not gonna happen..." Kate huffed, defiance in her eyes as she went for another tit slap...

...however, Trenity was ready this time. She had been ready each time, but had simply been waiting for Kate's brakes to stall before she actually put some effort in. With lightning-fast reflexes, Trenity grabbed Kate in her own hug, sandwiching their big tits together as Kate groaned loudly. Then, using her weight to lean in against a wobbly, weakened Kate, Trenity forced them both to fall over towards the mat. The impact was heard through the arena as Kate let out a pained gasp, Trenity's heavy juggs compressed hers mercilessly as the bitch's mega milkers slammed down on top of Kate's like a pair of boulders.

"Guh... guh..." groans Kate as she felt over 20 pounds of titflesh engulfing her outmatched boobs almost instantly.

Trenity's triumphant smirk spoke volumes as she felt Kate's resistance falter beneath her. With a victorious gleam in her eyes, Trenity maintained her position, ensuring that Kate's breasts was firmly pinned beneath her fearsome frontage. The crowd murmured loudly, having to acknowledge Trenity's undisputed victory in the titfight despite the fan-favourite being Kate.

Kate, unable to escape from Trenity's pin, could only struggle feebly beneath the weight of her opponent's massive bust. Each breath became more difficult as Trenity's relentless titty weight crushed her chest, leaving her gasping for air. Upton's world spun as she struggled to catch her breath beneath the buxom bitch. The weight of the young girl's rack bore down on her, making it difficult to move or even breathe. Each gasp was a struggle as Kate fought against the suffocating pressure. With a triumphant grin, Trenity leaned in closer, her breasts pressing even harder against Kate's, squeezing the air from her lungs. The crowd erupted into cheers, their excitement reaching a fever pitch as they witnessed Trenity's dominance over her opponent. Kate's struggles grew weaker with each passing moment, her mind reeling as Trenity's relentless pressure continued to take its toll on her body.

Trenity, reveling in her triumph, leaned in close to Kate, her smug grin widening as she felt Kate's struggles weakening beneath her. "One last time, girl," she taunted, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Don't let your tits pay the price for your ego. There's no way you're getting out from under my big ass tits... so what's it going to be, 'miss billion dollar breasts' - or whatever it is you call yourself?"

Despite the overwhelming pressure bearing down on her, Kate refused to give in to Trenity's smug threats. With a defiant glare, she gritted her teeth and pushed against the massive bosom above hers with all her might, "I'll never... submit to you... ever!" Kate growled, her voice tinged with defiance. "I'll fight you... until I can't.. you arrogant bitch!"

"I respect the hustle," Trenity's smug grin in full force, she said, "Fine - don't say I didn't give you an out."

As Trenity lifted off, Kate's vision cleared, and she looked down at her once-proud tits, now completely flattened beneath the weight of Trenity's mammoth bosom. The sight was devastating, her once voluptuous assets reduced to nothing more than two squashed pancakes pressed against her chest. But Tren wasn't done!

Kate’s eyes bulged out as she watched Trenity take her massive hooters off Kate’s boobs for a second and pull the blonde up into a kneeling position until she was stable. Grabbing her own enormous juggs, Trenity then pulls them to the sides so that Kate’s soft boobs fall between them - like a mouse curiously entering a cage for a cube of cheese. Trenity turns to the audience and blows them a kiss as they boo her and start to shout... and then she slams her tits together with her hands.

The audience goes quiet.

Upton's moans are loud as her tits are effectively smashed flat, completely lost inside Trenity's gigantic cleavage with encloses her own proud tits like a vice. Kate mewled as her once iconic rack was nowhere to be found between the TikTok girl's endless titflesh. Kate desperately slapped at Trenity's massive tits with her hands, trying to pry them apart but her hands struggled to even find purchase on the huge orbs. Her own tits were sandwiched between them, nowhere to be seen but she knew they were in there... she could sure as hell feel them, being flattened between two iron-clad rollers. Panic surged through Upton as she fought against the pressure, her fingers digging into Trenity's flesh in a futile attempt to free her perfect peaks as the cruel bitch laughed hysterically.

The camera feed cut at that point, and recordings of the event would sell for a high price on every premium porn site on the internet. As for the night itself, Trenity stood up after letting Kate's deflated tits pathetically slip out of her colossal cleavage. Kate had gone out by this time, unable to withstand the crushing of her fabled tits as she had slumped forward against Trenity's rack in defeat. The girl reached into her cleavage and pulled out her phone she had tucked away. She opened Snapchat and dropped the phone to the mat next to Kate's head, screen facing up as she walked away. A few officials ran past her to see what the hell she had sent Kate the night before. One of them picked up the phone as they all gathered around.

Trenity climbed out of the ring, her mega tits bouncing with each step as she walked down the catwalk and out of the arena with her charity cheque in hand. She turned over her shoulder to look back at Kate's unconscious body, "You brought this all on yourself, Kate. As I said earlier, I did warn you."

[BlueRoses]

Was watching an old movie and couldn’t help but wonder what might have gone on behind the scenes!

1951: Joan Fontaine VS Elizabeth Taylor

Old Hollywood was brutal. Joan was an acclaimed, Oscar-winning actress and beautiful by any standard but she was already struggling to find decent roles. She was only 34 for God’s sake! It was quite natural then that she would butt heads with her Ivanhoe co-star Elizabeth Taylor, the 19-year-old sensation whose very existence seemed a threat to Joan.

As they tussled on the floor, Joan suddenly became aware that she had made a terrible mistake in challenging the young beauty. Not only was the buxom brunette stronger than her, but she also had a hell of a mean streak!

“This is for slapping my face!” yelled Elizabeth as she drilled a forearm into Joan’s throat. “This is for pulling my hair!” she bellowed as she drove a knee into the older woman’s soft belly. “And this,” she began, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Is for being so senile that you thought you could compete with me in the first place.”

She wrapped her arms around Joan’s head and pulled it face first into her own ample bosom. Joan struggled pitifully as her face was rammed brutally into Liz’s yawning cleavage, completely unable to do anything about it. As she fought in vain for a breath amongst her fleshy prison, she couldn’t help but wonder how it had come to this. How could a legendary actress like her be brought so low as to be writhing helplessly in the arms of her competition, airways blocked by teenage titties? The shame of it was too much to bear.

When Liz did finally remove her sweaty rack from Joan’s dishevelled face, it was all the former Oscar winner could do to wretch on the floor, gratefully gulping in mouthfuls of air. “Here ends the undistinguished Hollywood career of Crone Fontaine,” proclaimed Elizabeth boldly as she looked down at the former star with disdain, hands on hips.

For Joan, the Golden Age of Hollywood was over. She looked up tearfully at Elizabeth and saw the embodiment of the younger generation: stronger, more ruthless, perhaps sexier than she’d ever been and in that moment she knew she simply could not compete. She didn’t attempt to strike back, nor even defend herself verbally from Liz’s cruel comments. The pecking order was established and she could only accept it meekly.

[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.