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« Reply #2461 on: January 05, 2025, 02:38:49 AM »
Billie Eilish vs Sydney Sweeney



Billie’s top had been ripped apart in the first five minutes, but that hadn't affected her performance in the fight in the slightest. Her big breasts were on full display as she shifted her posture, making sure every inch of her chest was soaked with the water splashing down on them from the shower head. Sydney’s gaze continuously flickered downward during their fight, and it was hard not to notice why—Billie was definitely stacked, her breasts full and perfectly shaped, just the right amount of bounce to every deliberate step.

“Look at you, Billie… all the cleavage and corsets on the red carpet. I guess the 'girl-next-door' act really didn’t sell once the boys got bored of your frumpy sweaters, huh? Took a few push-up bras and some actual skin to get their attention back." Sydney called her out as the girls sized one another up, neither ready to make another move just yet. Both girls weren't new to the scene, and knew that patience was key in these kinds of standoffs. Her hands hovered over her breasts, as if she could somehow hide the very thing she’d always prided herself on. But with every passing second, the embarrassment started to fade. She wasn’t going to hide. Fuck that, she thought. Her boobs were just as fucking big, just as bouncy, just as iconic, she told herself... though with every repeated mantra, it seemed more an attempt to convince herself than anything.

“The queen of cleavage and spokeswoman for push-up bras is going to call me out?" Billie laughed, her tits jiggling as she paused incredulously. She tilted her head as she thought of an idea, "... but I can see why you’re always depending on those push-up bras to look like you’ve got something there,” Billie purred, letting the words linger in the air as she just called Sydney fucking Sweeney small to her face, catching Sweeney's eyes lingering downward. Sydney’s cheeks flushed red, but she quickly shook it off, trying not to let the younger woman get into her head. Billie was trying to get under her skin, but she'd be damned if she was going to let her. Billie pressed her luck, "Tell me, Syddie—do you keep the Wonderbra on when you give your man a titfuck, or do you take it off and let him see behind all the smoke and mirrors?"

Syd took the bait. She lunged forward, aiming to slam her chest into Billie’s, ready to prove that her body wasn’t something to be easily dismissed. Billie didn’t flinch. She stood her ground, her eyes flashing hungrily as she watched Sweeney charge at her. The moment Sydney’s body came within range, Billie arched out her phat weaponry, shifting her stance to absorb the brunt of Sydney's tits... and redirect them! She caught Sydney’s wrists in a smooth motion as jugg met jugg. Both women groaned from the impact, but Billie tanked the hit with purpose. Using the blonde’s momentum against her, with a swift twist of her hips, Billie spun Sydney around and powered her into the glass wall partisan of the shower with an audible impact. Sydney’s breath caught in her chest as the impact stunned her, and she found her arms held above her head by Billie’s grip.  Billie pressed Sydney up against the shower wall, pancaking their breasts together as she hungrily watched her breasts try to flatten the blonde's proud globes. Syd grunted in frustration.

"You're not the first egotistical blonde who thought she had the titties to beat mine," Billie purred as she pushed her tits against Sydney's, rolling over them with her own as Billie made flapjacks out of the self-proclaimed best tits in Hollywood. Sydney tried to arch her back, but the songstress ground her body against the blonde's own as her hips kept Sydney pinned up against the wall. Sydney let out a moan as the frigid glass stung her back. Sydney snarled and tried to push Billie away, but Billie wasn’t giving her a damn inch. Syd couldn't get any starting momentum to push against Billie's rack, so it was just her size up against Eilish's... and Billie had more.

The younger woman’s tits dominated every second of the fight, rolling over Sydney’s proud, struggling breasts with a passion that bordered on cruel. Billie leaned in closer, her lips curling into a smirk as she whispered into Sydney’s ear, “These are the tits that everyone in Hollywood is jerking off over? All I see are a pair of cheap balloons. Disappointing... I was promised I'd get to fight 'the best', but all I see is a bargain-bin Upton... scratch that, a Johannson."

Sydney gasped, her strength faltering under Billie’s relentless assault. Every move the singer made was calculated—hard presses, grinding chests, her breasts simply overpowering Sydney’s own and claiming total dominion over the unassuming actress. The blonde’s pride crumbled with every passing second as her perfect tits shrunk down against Billie's, her moans of discomfort betraying her attempt to save face and fight back.

“Admit it,” Billie growled, her voice low and husky as she clutched the back of Sydney's neck, forcing the blonde to look her in the eyes, “You’re done. My tits fucking own yours, princess.”

Sydney's ego wouldn't let her. “Fuck you...” she groaned as she tried to stage a defense, but it was beaten back by Billie's merciless titflesh. Her nipples had involuntarily hardened in response to Billie's body grinding against her own. Sydney's pink nipples were tough, normally more than enough to turn the tide in a titfight, but she soon squealed as even her tips were subdued by Billie's battle-ready spikes after a brief joust.
Billie laughed, grinding her hips forward to pin Sydney even harder against the glass. “Maybe later, I will. My tits sure are fucking yours right now, though,” she teased.

Syd's breathing was laboured, her defiance waning as her lips trembled. Billie released Sydney’s arms only to slam her tits forward in a devastating strike that made the blonde cry out. Sydney's legs quivered as she clutched at Billie's shoulders for support, “Can’t handle going up against a pair bigger than a D cup, a pair that can actually fight back?" Billie’s breasts flattened against Sydney’s with one more, almost painful press. It was like the final stamp to prove that her tits were bigger than Hollywood's best girl.

With one final push, Billie reeled back as Sydney's legs gave out and she slid down the wall onto the slippery shower floor. The blonde gasped out as the pressure on her boobs temporarily subsided, allowing her to get a full breath in without any constraint. Billie stepped forward as she stood over Sydney, her large breasts hovering threateningly above Sweeney's battered pair. From Sydney's view below, Billie's tits actually blocked the overhead light from hitting her face.

Sydney whimpered as she couldn’t stop Billie from lowering herself down, straddling the blonde's legs as her breasts engulfed Sydney’s completely. The younger beauty's hips were practically glued to Sydney’s, her thighs pressing against the blonde’s to keep her trapped. Billie smirked as she ground her pelvis against Sydney's, coaxing another moan from the blonde. Sydney's head lulled against Billie's dominant décolletage, barely able to keep her own body weight upright. This was the moment Billie was waiting for, the moment where she’d finally take down the self-proclaimed best tits in Hollywood. Billie gave another hard thrust, pushing Sydney’s shoulders back, locking her in place against the glass. She had dreamed of this moment for the past year. And the best part... it was a harder fight in her dreams.

Billie grabbed Sweeney's chin with her hand, forcing her gaze right to her immaculate cleavage, “Your tits might be big enough for Hollywood, but they're sure as fuck not big enough for me!"

With that, she pushed her tits up against Sweeney’s face, effectively cutting off the actress from the rest of the world as Syd's features were swallowed up by Billie's cleavage, forcing Sweeney to inhale nothing but Billie's perfume-scented skin. Sydney grunted, her muffled voice vibrating against Billie’s firm flesh, but it was all swallowed up in the soft, pillowy prison. Sweeney fought to turn her head, trying desperately to catch a breath, but Billie’s chest was too damn big to shift her head left or fight. It was a full on jugging-out. Billie's chest mashed into Sydney’s face, completely cutting off any remaining air the actress had attempted to stockpile. Sydney’s breathing came in shallow gasps, her lips brushing against the younger woman's skin as Billie’s fearsome frontage swallowed her whole. Sydney’s features were buried deep between the soft, firm mounds, trapped in Billie’s suffocating cleavage with no chance in hell of escaping.

Finally, Sydney’s resistance crumbled. The air was too thin, the pressure too much. With a final, gasping breath, she let out a desperate wheeze, her body twitching in surrender. Billie smirked as she lifted herself off, watching as the blonde slumped over in complete conquest, her face flushed blue and her hair in undignified dishevel. Billie placed her hands on her hips as she took in the sight of her defeated opponent, arching her back out as she admired her work, “All that Hollywood hype, all that big-girl bravado, but you’re just another pretty face who ended between my big fucking tits like every other bitch," Billie mused as she stepped aside, watching as the event organizers began to haul Sydney’s limp, unconscious form away.

Eilish tossed a playful wink at the team as she turned her back, ready to enjoy her well-earned victory. “Take her to the med-bay, I've got a trophy to display." she ordered as she knelt down to retrieve Syd's previously discarded bra and slung it over her shoulder.


Tits so big, man, you know I'm second to none,
Took you down hard, you flew too close to the sun
You’re just a memory, I'm just too top-heavy,
Now you’re just a joke, yeah, you’re done and I'm pretty


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« Last Edit: January 05, 2025, 09:23:29 AM by Nicole S »

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« Reply #2462 on: January 05, 2025, 05:26:38 AM »
Billie showed Sydney who's boss and took all her lemons

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« Reply #2463 on: January 05, 2025, 04:16:08 PM »
Billie dominating Sydney was amazing!!!v ;)

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« Reply #2464 on: January 08, 2025, 07:40:11 AM »
Leni Klum vs Ariel Winter



Ariel Winter had built her reputation as a no-limits, unapologetic titfighter. She thrived on challenging anyone who dared to have a figure that might rival hers. When she saw Leni Klum—a 20-year-old brunette with big tits and new to the scene, just the kind of girl Ariel loved to crush—she couldn’t resist challenging the bitch. Heidi Klum's daughter would make a great trophy. She's never even had a titfight before and she's already up against the best. Ariel brought her friends Abigail Breslin and the King sisters to watch the destruction of innocence.

Ariel had Leni up against the wall as the brunette struggled to fight back the entire match. Ariel had come at her fast, using her big jugs to keep Leni corralled against the wall of the small room. She would surge forward, thick chest thrust out, and smack Leni up against the wall as she watched the younger woman's eyes flutter in distress. The two met over and over with a loud smack of flesh against flesh each time as their natural breasts collided, which both jiggled wildly from each impact. Ariel was overwhelming Leni with her size and aggression, and Leni couldn't do a damn thing to stop it. Ariel shoved her chest into Leni’s harder as the brunette squealed. “What a waste of a rack! You got the size, but you can't use them for shit--like mother, like daughter," Ariel mocked, grinding her tits into Leni's as the latter groaned, trying to arch her back out. Ariel's breasts held firm, solid as a wall, and the confidence on her face only grew. She arched her back slightly, pressing her chest harder into Leni’s, making it clear who was in control, "This is a titfight, bitch. You're supposed to push back for real, not stand there like a scared little girl trying to fill out her first training bra."

Leni bit her lip, not replying to Ariel's taunts. She was focused on standing her ground. Despite being pinned to the wall, her tits weren't in bad shape. If anything, they were completely resisting Ariel's attempts to flatten them. They may not be able to budge them, but they were holding them at bay! She wasn’t used to this whole titfighting thing, it was brand new to her, and Ariel’s confidence was overwhelming. Leni's big chest pressed back lightly as she tried to push out again, but Ariel's rack didn’t even flinch. Ariel looked down at Leni's pathetic attempt to move her breasts. Leni tried a bit harder, but her hesitation was clear as she only tried to defend herself. She was holding back for some goddamn reason, whether it be nerves, inexperience, reluctance, willpower... but Ariel didn't give a damn what the reason was. She leaned back and SMASHED her chest into Leni’s again, much harder this time, making Leni as she felt like Ariel was trying to plow her right through the plaster!

"Unnnggghhhh...!" Leni grunted as she felt her tits wobble from the hit... and actually begin to get pushed inward as Ariel kept on her tight. She was ready to wrap things up as her grin widened...

... when suddenly, from the sidelines, Heidi Klum’s voice interrupted the one-sided beating of her daughter, “LENI! Quit fucking around and fight back! You’re bigger than her! Stop letting her push you around!" she yelled from across the room.

With the mention of the word bigger... a spark was ignited deep inside Leni as her mom's words couldn't have rang more true. She was bigger, dammit. Why the fuck was she letting this heifer dominate her? Ariel’s constant taunting, her haughty arrogance—it all began to gnaw at something deep within her.

Ariel smirked, knowing she had Leni on the ropes now if her mom had to intervene. She pushed her breasts in more as she fake-quivered her lip and batted her eyes, “Don't think mommy's words are going to change a thing here, bitch,” she sneered, "You don't have the fucking tits to stop me from doing whatever the fuck I want to you."

That was the last straw. With a sharp inhale, Leni squared her shoulders and planted her feet, and then pushed out her tits as they pressed up against Ariel's heavy chest. Despairingly, Ariel’s breasts didn’t budge. Leni's attempts felt like nothing more than a feeble shove and she felt a twinge of embarrassment. She knew Ariel felt that pitiful attempt, and she looked over to see the bitch's friends cheering louder, egging Winter on as they watched Ariel’s chest not even flinch.

So, Leni tried again. Her chest heaved as she pushed again—this time, with all the force she could muster. She let out a girlish grunt as her breasts arched again.

This time, Ariel’s chest started to shift noticeably. It was a subtle but undeniable movement--but it was enough to encourage Leni to keep going. She felt like she could actually take control. The taunts of Ariel and her friends no longer phased her and began to quiet as she was able to drown them out. Right now, the only thing that might as well exist was the wall of jugg in front of her... which was about to move.

Leni's chest pushed forward again as she met Ariel's gaze with her own, her eyes steely as she was gaining momentum. Ariel’s eyes widened as Leni’s larger boobs finally began to wrest control from her own, forcing Ariel's tits back as Leni - for the first time in the fight - began to move out from the wall. Leni’s size D breasts pressed back against Ariel’s, and suddenly, Ariel’s chest didn’t feel as solid. With her larger chest, she shoved Ariel back at last as the actress stumbled and almost lost her footing! Leni was breathing hard as her breasts rose and fell. Ariel didn't waste a second as she came back at Leni, eager to put the little tart back where she belonged.

The two girls strained against each other, their breasts grinding together as the playing field was now a lot more even. This went on for a few minutes as neither girl seemed to get any kind of advantage over the other, despite Ariel's experience and Leni's superior size. Ariel was getting desperate as she continued to tank Leni's boobs for the most part... but it wasn't without consequences. Her juggs were feeling sore and she needed to end this now. Ariel suddenly surged forward and before Leni could react, Ariel’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her tightly into a crushing bearhug! Ariel’s chest pressed firmly into Leni’s as the effect was immediate and suffocating, and Leni’s breath was knocked from her lungs as Ariel squeezed with all her might. Her arms locked around Leni’s itty-bitty waist, pulling her in so tight that Leni could feel her ribs creaking under the pressure.

Leni's tits were pulled flat against her own pair. The younger brunette twisted and struggled, but Ariel knew how to restrain a bigger pair. The first step was taking away her leverage. If Leni can't get any momentum, her big tits are just sitting ducks. Leni groaned as Ariel pressed her big breasts against her own pair, causing Leni's cleavage to push up and muffin-top out of her lace lingerie. Their breasts had nowhere to go but together as both ladies knew this bearhug was where things would end. Leni could feel her breasts beginning to surrender already as her face betrayed her attempts to remain strong. Her body shook from head to toe. She heard about Ariel's tit pressure from the actress's previous fights, and now she was the one facing it head on. The breasts of both beauties pancaked as sweat dotted both their busts as Ariel tightened her hold, causing a pout to escape Leni's quivering lips. Heidi was forced to watch in disbelief as her daughter's boobs were slowly being engulfed by Ariel's juggs.

"You had your fun, bitch, but no pair beats my big beauties, especially not a display-case pair of tits like yours," she said coldly as Leni groaned loudly. Ariel flexed her thighs as she squatted down, and then back up, lifting Leni slightly off the ground. Her chest pushed into Leni’s, trapping her in a tight, painful squeeze as Leni's bigger tits found themselves trapped against Ariel's formidable pair. Leni twisted her hips, trying to shift her weight to one side and then the other, trying to throw Ariel off balance and tip them both over. However, Ariel's thighs were so thick, and her well-toned ass gave her such an impenetrable base, all Leni was doing was exhausting herself as Ariel waited her out. She wriggled more which forced Ariel to lean down and adjust her grip, hoisting Leni back up with a strengthened squeeze. Then, it was only a matter of time before it was all over for the slimmer, bustier brunette. Her breasts, for how big they were, simply couldn't handle another full squeeze from Ariel fucking Winter.

Instead, while Ariel was mid-squat, Leni acted without hesitation. Her legs touched the ground again as she immediately leaned back - she didn't lean forth, she couldn't risk Ariel being able to keep standing and tighten her hug - with all her body mass, trying to counter Ariel's larger frame. Before Ariel could dig her legs in again, Leni's plan worked as the two girls were sent tumbling to the ground. Leni quickly wrapped her hands around the back of Ariel's head, trying to reel her head in. Leni was grinning ear to ear as she readied Ariel for a quick out, intertwining her legs around Ariel's to render them useless. Ariel could barely get out a swear as she was met with Leni's big cleavage to her face. Ariel took a deep breath; she'd been on both sides of this one, and knew what to expect. Leni didn't need to have experience to do what she was about to do, especially when she has a rack like hers.

Leni’s breathing was heavy as she squeezed her breasts together, pushing them against Ariel’s face with all her might. Ariel’s muffled gasps were loud, but being face-deep in jugg, they were barely audible. Her body squirmed above Leni’s chest as she fought the inevitable. Leni's big tits had Ariel’s resistance crumbling at a record pace as Ariel's hands pushed down desperately on Leni’s shoulders, her movements slow and disoriented. Ariel's friends watched in disbelief as Ariel slowed right down, as the brunette gave one last, loud muffled grunt into her freckled tomb. No one could hear it, but Leni could damn well feel it. Ariel’s thrashing slowed, her hands finally dropping from Leni’s shoulders as her body went limp, unable to fight against the smother anymore.

Leni stood over Ariel’s unconscious body, her cleavage heaving as adrenaline coursed through her.  She couldn’t believe it—she had actually done it. Ariel Winter, the one who had challenged her to this fight with all the confidence in the world, was now out cold at her feet. And Leni had put her there. She stepped around Ariel’s limp body, looking down in disdain as Ariel's friends slowly crept out of the room in the background as Leni celebrated, “You wanted this fight, fatass! I didn’t ask for this, you did! You’re the one who challenged me... and now look at you. Knocked the--" she turns to her mom for approval, who returned her gaze with an excited nod. Leni turns back to Ariel "--knocked the FUCK out by my tits!" Heidi met Leni in the middle of the room as her daughter stood over Ariel trying to catch her own breath, giving Leni a big hug and congratulating her. The two looked at Winter with contempt; Heidi planned to wait for her to stir again and make sure she was okay, while Leni herself looked at the double-wooden doors at the end of the room.

Now... just where did those other bitches run? she thought to herself.
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« Reply #2465 on: January 08, 2025, 08:08:54 PM »
One of your best stories so far with two of my favourite busty celebs. I hope, there is more to come with Leni. Thanks a lot, Nicole.

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« Reply #2466 on: January 08, 2025, 09:04:50 PM »
An excellent piece of work, Nicole!  and Leni makes a marvelous new addition to the pantheon.  I look forward to seeing more of her soon!

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« Reply #2467 on: January 11, 2025, 01:47:11 PM »
That was an awesome battle between Leni Klum and Ariel Winter.   ;)

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« Reply #2468 on: February 09, 2025, 08:00:08 PM »
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.


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« Reply #2469 on: February 17, 2025, 09:22:30 PM »
Kaley Cuoco vs Sydney Sweeney: Breast Smother Match

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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.

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« Reply #2470 on: February 18, 2025, 04:06:12 AM »
Kaley Cuoco vs Sydney Sweeney: Breast Smother Match

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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.

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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.

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #2471 on: February 18, 2025, 06:46:28 AM »
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.

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #2472 on: February 19, 2025, 10:41:34 AM »
Thx so much Jackflash! Great story. I especially loved the younger woman dominating and taunting her aging opponent angle.

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« Reply #2473 on: February 19, 2025, 02:25:07 PM »
Kaley Cuoco vs Sydney Sweeney: Breast Smother Match

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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.

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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

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #2474 on: February 21, 2025, 05:13:14 AM »
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.