53 year old British 'weather girl' Carol Kirkwood gets her televised weather reports watched in large numbers not only for her meteorological expertise but to a wide extent for the sight of her very impressive bust which is of a size not even the most loosely fitting blouse could conceal.
Proud of her protruding boobs which are held up by a cup DD bra, she knows about the advantage of her assets and enjoys the attention from her audience.
With pop singer Katy Perry's growing global fame, Carol, particularly as she's involved in the media, has increasingly been reading about the 'California Gurl', and one thing which has drawn her attention is the frequent focus on, and praise of, Katy's pair of boobs which by some of her fans are even attributed with adjectives like 'epic'.
Cupping her massive pair of girls with her hands from underneath while looking into a mirror, she thinks, 'But she's nothing next to these! Put her next to me and she looks puny compared to me!'
One evening, she talks to a friend of hers, a young woman working at the same TV company.
'What do you think of Katy Perry's boobs? Can they compete with mine?'
The other woman, endowed with a cup size D just like Katy, laughs, 'Whatever makes you ask that? You know how big yours are, and how sexy! Her fans may think she's big but of course your bust would eclipse hers completely if she was here!'
'I thought so! I'd really like to meet her, and see the look on her face when she compares herself to me and realizes she's far from being the queen of boobs which she took for granted she'd be!'
Not long after that conversation, Carol's wish becomes reality.
She is invited to a chat show which is to be broadcast nationwide, and her glee is boundless when she sees that Katy Perry is stopping in the UK for a short while, and going to participate on the show.
In the beginning, things are peaceful enough. If Katy Perry notices Carol Kirkwood's enormous bust, on that occasion in a tight Tshirt stretched almost to the point of bursting, she doesn't let on about it.
Then, however, during a few minutes of the show which focus on Katy and her career, the show's host mentions her fans' often obvious appreciation of her breasts.
Katy's reaction betrays that, after all, she has noticed Carol's intimidating assets; visibly embarrassed, she is at a loss what to reply.
Carol sees her moment, and interjects, 'I suppose there are those women who have got an average bust but are made really big by their fans.'
Katy's jaw nearly drops at Carol's remark. After a second, she decides it is time to outwit the woman of whom she spontaneously thinks, 'What a stupid cow!' - She looks into Carol's eyes and answers, 'Carol, that's perhaps why some have ended up as "weather girls" in their fifties - their talents are limited, too limited for anything else than that, and because with growing age they accumulate some more fat around certain body parts they're kind of stylisised, no, stylized, is that the word? - and, well, anyway, so they end up as busty weather girls.'
Carol is gobsmacked by Katy's verbal stabs, which, while delivered calmly and with a smile, nonetheless seem like a tirade to her.
Silently at first, she stares at the pop singer. Then, she lets lose her speech designed to ridicule her as much as ever possible, 'One thing, little pop princess with your lack of brains who can't even speak English properly, one thing you should learn to see is, there are girls who want to be a big star whom everybody in the world knows, but because they lack any talent to get them anywhere they rely on their slutty, oversexed appearance in public. And some of those girls are a perfect example that you don't need to have any talent for singing if you only get your breasts stuffed with enough silicon and market your whore-like image.'
Katy stares at Carol with her lips pressed together, her face white with shock and anger. Then, she slowly opens her mouth and, her voice shaking with suppressed rage, says, 'I...have never had any bust size enhancement in my life, you ugly...fat...old...cow! And how dare you calling me unintelligent? I write, sing and record, even sound-edit, and made my fortune with my hard work alone! The only good thing I could ever say about you is, you must have a lot of guts daring to talk about my supposed lack of talent while being nothing like a prattling, talentless TV whore yourself!'
Carol gets up from her seat and walks over to Katy's. Stopping close in front of her, she bends down, raises her hand, and slaps Katy's face. Katy stands up within a split second, glares at Carol for a moment,and slaps her back.
The two women slightly pant while staring at each other, their anger risen to that boiling point where they would have loved to claw and scratch each other right there and then.
At their matching height of both being 5'7" tall, their busts are at the same level, and Carol now takes the last small step towards Katy which makes their pairs of breasts touch at the point of their nipples. Carol looks down at the clash of boobs with satisfaction; aware of how easily she outboobs the pop singer, she smiles and says, 'See how tiny you are compared to me? A bit like comparing apples to melons, isn't it? I hope your silly fans see you now on their TV sets - they'll think twice about your so called "epic" boobs, and perhaps won't call them that again from now on!'
Katy however, although the sight of Carol's breasts' size makes hers look small and modest, has different thoughts, and she replies to Carol, 'You don't really believe that your 53 years old sagging fat-bags can seriously compete with my boobs? I'd fight yours with mine and slice them open! Size isn't everything, you brainless cow! And as far as your impertinent claim is concerned that I'd have implants, I can let yours feel what's inside mine: all natural, healthy strength of a woman who can pancake your ugly udders with hers so that you won't recognize them afterwards!'
'Big words for a girl whose boobies look like hazelnuts next to my melons!'
'Oh, come on, Carol TV whore Kirkwood, don't you exaggerate a bit? One cup size bigger than me? I have to admit your boobs look twice the size of mine although they're far from that, I don't know how you do that, but it's probably because you carry all that ageing fat around with you, mainly on the sides of them!'
'You little pop ditty prostitute, do you want me to show you my body fat and what it's really made of? Apart from flattening your pathetic little bust with mine I'll wrestle you on a mat and pin you until you beg me to let you go, you slip of a girl!'
'Oh Carol...hahaha!...You're so enormously...optimistic and...stupid! I'm 22 years younger than you. You're an aging, unfit television prattler, I'm a young woman who trains in the gym for her job. Are you actually so unimaginative you think you could handle me in a full on fight? You can try if you want to, but if you're really this naive I think there's an unpleasant surprise coming for you!'
Carol Kirkwood and Katy Perry meet again, not long after the show. Both have a small crowd of devoted fans in their wake who will watch and cheer while the two women compete bodily against each other on the wrestling mat, in a clash of their boobs, and in tests of strength while determining which woman is the stronger and better one, humiliating the other by defeating her, and leaving the venue in triumph.
Carol Kirkwood: 53 years, 5'7", 67 kg, cup DD
Katy Perry: 31 years, 5'7", 59 kg, cup D
