Ch 1Ch 2Ch 3 part 1Phoebe advanced with brisk, low shuffles with surprising fluidity, her feet barely leaving the ground; Riley suspected the practiced motion she was seeing was some type of Tittyball technique. In contrast, when she left her line Charlotte simply walked forward. Her strides were reminiscent of a nun descending on a pupil she intended to grab by the ear, and the lack of self-preservation was clearly jarring to Phoebe. From their starting positions right at the edge of the ropes the girls were perhaps 15 feet apart; as the distance between them closed nearly to within arm’s reach, Phoebe’s indecision started to manifest physically. Apart from having only a vague semblance of an offensive strategy, Charlotte’s continued gait made Phoebe uncertain whether her opponent knew the match had even started. She seemed certain to stop walking and stare Phoebe down or touch fists; the more Phoebe speculated, the more her posture straightened from her crouch, her tight steps becoming disjointed and irregular. “Are we g-”
She tried to speak just as Charlotte would be close enough to push away if necessary, but Charlotte never slowed her aggressive, purposeful, but hardly combat-ready steps. Before Phoebe could get the question out, Charlotte had spread her arms wide like an angel of cleavage, and as her final step brought their chests on a collision course, she snapped her hands behind Phoebe purposefully, trapping her instantly in a breast to breast bearhug with both Phoebe’s arms in. Phoebe didn’t gasp, but her lips mimed the act and her eyes blinked and widened to the size of golf balls. Riley fought back her own cry over her friend’s distress, but a sudden subtle shift got everyone’s attention, including the fighters.
The ring, which had been lit by four bright white lights, now had the faintest of purple swirling in from smaller lights which gently faded on and off out of rhythm with each other from all angles. At the same time, the grey bar under Phoebe’s picture on the Jumbotrons filled perhaps two percent with bright mauve. Testing the connection, Charlotte tightened her clinch and arched her back, pushing her hips forward so that her bigger bombs bulged against Phoebe’s firm pair, pancaking them slightly. The purple strobing became darker and more frequent, and Phoebe’s bar doubled in a jump and started steadily rising at a slower rate. Riley was regarded as tallish and Phoebe was about the same height, but Charlotte had a couple inches on either of them and the difference was doing Phoebe no favors. Phoebe’s arms thrashed from the elbows down as she tried to escape the hold, but despite the strain in her biceps she made no progress toward opening Charlotte’s arms.
Her failed surge caused another jump on her bar, which then resumed slowly ticking upward, in time with the gradual advance Charlotte’s cannons were making in the trench warfare of mashed boobage. With her bar nearing 10 percent in Riley’s estimation, the strobing purple lights were now less gentle, flashing off and on in a more abrupt fashion. Between the pressure she was putting on Phoebe and the expertly engineered fabric and design of the tops they were given, Charlotte’s G’s had never looked more terrifying as they swelled up like twin tsunamis against an overmatched dam. Riley saw Phoebe’s eyes as she looked at the cleavage that was consuming hers unhurriedly but unstoppably, and sure enough the lights flashed hard as her bar took nearly a five percent jump.
“Phoebe! You make it worse if you look!!” Riley’s words were out of her mouth before she realized they had been given no instruction on whether speaking was allowed. Rationalizing quickly, she felt she hadn’t broken either of the two ‘house rules’ or any rules of this semi-vague challenge. The intense stare she got from Lilith was unsettling, but the gaze was more observational than punitive and quickly returned to the action. The cough on Riley’s right, on the other hand, didn’t go away so easily.
“Why do you defend the weak?” Unlike Nora, Taylor was a master whisperer, if such a thing existed. Her voice was so low no one else could tell she was speaking, but her Cali tones still cut through loaded with judgement. “Are you so certain you’ll never be an alpha?” Riley didn’t know how to deal with this, and didn’t want to, so she ignored her and stared straight ahead as Phoebe closed her eyes and tried to force an opening by feel. The way she irrhythmically jerked her weight right and left at slight angles was creating slight moments of space, but she struggled to use those moments as her lithe legs could get no footing against the taller girl who held her close. With her eyes closed, her bar slowed and eventually came to a complete stop as Phoebe’s mind was devoted to technique, and for the moment only white light again lit the ring. But with her opponent blinded, Charlotte slowly, carefully bent her longer legs, shifting her feet forward to be nearly under Phoebe’s hips as she tensed her muscles and prepared to strike.
Surging upward and stopping just shy of locking her knees, Charlotte lifted the smaller girl clean off the mats, her G cup globes now flattening Phoebe’s with greater force and much less resistance. Phoebe’s eyes opened in disbelief that quickly turned to horror as the purple lights strobed powerfully. Seeing her bar fill rapidly, Riley tried to warn her friend not to make it worse. “Phoebe don’t pa-” Riley felt a palm fall lightly but pointedly atop her right hand on the hand rest, interlocking fingers with hers as she fell silent. “That’s better,” whispered Taylor.
Phoebe’s bar was halfway full and filling in large chunks as Charlotte found ways to accentuate her embarrassment. The way Charlotte shimmied her shoulders and swayed Phoebe left and right in the hold didn’t add any physical distress, but with Phoebe kicking her feet helplessly and screaming like a terrified little girl, her bar was three quarters full in no time and she had still made no progress in freeing herself. Her defense was reduced to thrashing limbs and closing her eyes to stem the vertigo. Charlotte’s bazookas were making strong progress against Phoebe’s smaller, outleveraged, and heavily pancaked juggs, but it was clear her body was feeling the strain as her feet frequently shifted and her shaking of her victim became a struggle for balance.
Swaying dangerously, Charlotte carried Phoebe to the side nearest the observing contestants in the dying moments of her hold, finally transitioning her stumbling momentum into a launching slam, the
THUDDDD of Phoebe’s body hitting the mats with all Charlottes’ weight on top of it filling the room as mics in the turnbuckles amplified the sound. Phoebe’s limbs were limp for a full second before jerking into action, trying to dislodge the larger girl on top of her, but Charlotte had suffered no such delay; despite her thrashing Phoebe found herself painfully grapevined by the tall French beauty, gasping as Charlotte’s longer legs expertly forced themselves into position and begin to spread. Phoebe felt a dizzying rush of terror as she realized that even if she and her lithe opponent were equally flexible, the height difference and the positions they held would allow Charlotte to crank her well past her limit. In fact, Charlotte did keep spreading their legs, but stopped just at the point Phoebe began to feel sharp pain in her hamstrings. While she forced her legs apart, Charlotte was busy hunting down Phoebe’s arms, finally pinning each wrist beside her ears. Phoebe’s hands twisted and fingers flailed as she tried to pull up but couldn’t move the hands that held her even an inch. Charlotte kept her weight on Phoebe’s wrists and legs, her voluptuous upper body for the moment hovering over Phoebe ominously.
“Is not fair, your bar is almost full! I will have so little time!” At this, Charlotte turned her head to the left, and as Phoebe did the same she saw that indeed only the top 10 percent of her bar remained grey and unfilled. As she spoke again, Charlotte rocked her head playfully, her neck length dark brown hair bounced in rhythm with her words, along with her tightly bound knockers. “But! ‘Zis is ok! I will have you back here soon enough!” Just with her words, Phoebe’s bar crept up a percent or so. Riley noticed that the four screens were all just high enough to be clearly visible by a prone wrestler. “The next time, I will drop them on your face. Now…” Charlotte shifted her weight and aligned her larger rack with Phoebe’s, who despite her intense struggling had made no progress in freeing herself. “…I will drop them on your
petite seins!”
With this, Charlotte drove her entire body down with all her weight and strength, the full impact being absorbed by the protruding breasts of the two busty fighters. Phoebe’s shriek must have been audible from the parking lot as Charlotte gave her the titty mashing of a lifetime, the purple lights strobing harder than ever as she ground her shoulders back and forth maliciously to punished the trapped, crushed boobage of her opponent. Riley desperately wanted to help her friend somehow, but as if sensing her intent, Taylor’s hand tightened atop hers at that exact moment. “AAAAAAGHHHHHHHHH AAAHHHHH AHHH AHHHH AAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” At times it seemed Phoebe was trying to say something, whether to plead or submit or swear, but in her extreme distress she never came close to coherency. It was heartbreaking to watch, but fortunately for both Riley and Phoebe, Charlotte’s attack filled her bar in very little time.
DDDOOOOOOOONNNNNGGGGGG The four Jumbotrons all went solid red and the spotlights returned to steady white as the command to stop was given. Charlotte was visibly disappointed not to get her money’s worth out of the hold, but unwilling to risk disqualification she quickly lifted her chest, releasing Phoebe’s hands and only then untangling the painful grapevine. As she walked back to her start line, the gratuitous sway of her hips and roll of her shoulders showed an absolute belief that she couldn’t lose the match. Phoebe meanwhile had barely moved. Riley was appalled no one was checking on her, but Lilith merely gave a quick glance to the tech crew, who after checking all her biodata gave Lilith a thumbs up. “Any competitor who does not return to her start line will be disqualified,” her voice boomed over the microphone.
Almost bitterly, Phoebe dragged herself to her feet, moving stiffly toward her line. Riley suspected her temperamental friend had accepted that she was eliminated and resented the spectacle she knew Charlotte would put her through, as well as the finish that awaited her. The thought of being smothered unconscious by any of the girls in this top-heavy competition made Riley herself become more than a little light headed. Riley felt completely helpless; she had no insight, no brilliant tactic to offer her friend, and even if she did, she was far too intimidated by Taylor and her clear ‘no interference’ policy.
“3…..2..” Lilith was starting the game again. Charlotte gave an insultingly unconcerned toss of her brown curls as Phoebe fixed her empty eyes on her. The sound of Nora bouncing impatiently in her slightly squeaky seat made Riley want to explode; she’d never felt such stress on someone else’s behalf before, and her uselessness to her friend had her near a mental breakdown. “…1….. GO!!!”
As before, Phoebe shuffled forward low and smooth, but this time she stopped a clear eight feet from her opponent. This adjustment drew a hearty chuckle from Charlotte, who again had simply walked off her line and now continued to approach Phoebe as she mocked her. “Ohhhh, does ‘zis mean I don’t get another hug?” Phoebe wasn’t walking into anything, but it wasn’t clear that she had a plan either as she feinted toward the approaching French bombshell as if to grab her arm, then circled away without touching her before Charlotte so much as lifted a hand. Tilting her head in exasperation, Charlotte made a show of standing in place, hands on her hips and daring Phoebe to try something. Shuffling forward cautiously, Phoebe finally grabbed Charlotte’s right elbow and forearm, pivoting her hips and using both hands to yank the tall brunette across the ring into the ropes with a mildly forceful Irish Whip.
As she turned into the ropes, Charlotte’s expression became visible and Riley’s slim but mounting sense of hope crumbled to dust. Her total calm, her unbearable elitism, and her permanent distain all dominated her features even as she rebounded off the ropes; Riley didn’t see how Phoebe would ever force the type of panic reaction necessary to accomplish the first victory condition, let alone the second. Phoebe didn’t seem to have the courage to try anything as she wavered awkwardly between poses waiting for the oncoming Charlotte, but it didn’t end up mattering as Charlotte simply slowed to a walk, the force of Phoebe’s whip clearly insufficient to trouble her. Again she posed, this time putting a hand above her eyebrows and squinting at the Jumbotron. “Mmmmm I think…. No! No progress yet!” Riley checked and saw the other girls do the same, and sure enough Charlotte’s bar was still completely empty. As Phoebe herself looked, Charlotte started advancing in small, short hops where she swung her elbows down, her shoulders back, and her boobies forward, announcing Phoebe’s fate to the world.
As the end approached, Riley’s thoughts became detached, almost as if to dissociate from the moment. Seeing Charlotte and Phoebe before her, opposite ends of an emotional spectrum, Riley reflected that the two were probably more similar than they realized. So much of Phoebe’s life was dominated by the expectation to live up to her sister, and when she struggled to do so the pressure clearly crumbled her. Though she appeared at the moment to be a polar opposite of the Phoebe’s fragile, sensitive mentality, Riley remembered the way Charlotte reacted when Lilith had asked about France’s struggles in Tittyball, and the way she often seemed quietly irritated by Taylor’s presence. She was increasingly confident that Charlotte’s snobbish treatment of others was rooted in an inferiority complex driven by the same need to prove herself that Phoebe felt. In fact, she mused, it wouldn’t surprise her if Charlotte had an older sister. That would even explain…
Riley’s heart almost pounded out of her chest as her mind instantly put together a shocking theory. Seeing Charlotte closing in on Phoebe, she knew she didn’t have much time, but her only way to confirm the theory was to ask someone who knew Tittyball, and that meant… urgh. Nora had already proven to be a terrible whisperer, and the excitement of the match still had her bouncing in her seat, but Riley saw no other choice. As if she read her mind, Taylor’s hand suddenly tightened sharply on hers just before she was going to turn to her left, but Riley was determined to help her friend and deal with the consequences later. She made an apologetic face to Madison as she leaned over her and tapped Nora on the knee with her left hand, rolling her eyes as Nora squealed in response. Her pretty blue eyes blinked emptily as she stared at Riley, not leaning in an inch and speaking at her conversational volume. “What?”
Madison looked ready to break Riley’s arm, but she persisted with her plan, waving for Nora to come closer. “Ssshhhh! Nora. Does Charlotte have a sister who plays Tittyball too?” Nora giggled, clearly trying to do so quietly but drawing the eyes of the annoyed sound crew. “It’s so funny how much you don’t know,” Nora began at about half her normal volume. Riley fought her instinct to slap her, and made a mental note to thank Madison for not strangling either of them later. “Zoe Laurent was the flex back for France who was supposed to lead their second Golden Generation. Too bad she kept losing to Tessa all the time!” As Nora erupted into another fit of giggles, Madison had finally had enough. Putting a hand on each girl’s forehead, she shoved them Nora and Riley in opposite directions, sending the back of Riley’s head just short of crashing into Taylor’s watermelons. Nora pouted in her seat, but Riley had gotten exactly what she needed.
“What’s Tessa gonna say, Phoebe?” Charlotte had maneuvered Phoebe into a headlock and was having fun mashing her side boobage into Phoebe’s bright red cheek, and at the moment Riley spoke Phoebe had her right hand on Charlotte’s hip and her left on Charlotte’s right bicep, trying to push her head free. With a mighty shove, she twisted her head and popped out, turning her whole body to stare furiously at Riley, though she didn’t say a word. “I mean, you got
zero points on her bar thingy. You literally couldn’t do any worse!” For a moment, all activity stopped as everyone in the room stared at Riley. Mesha, Nora, and Madison tilted their heads forward to stare at her, while Sophie on her right had an expression that was equal parts confusion and derision. Eyes darted her way from all around as the sound and tech crews reacted to Riley’s outbursts. Both fighters looked quizzically at her, and even Taylor seemed curious to see what happened next. Only Lilith held her composure, and her glare was the only one that gave Riley pause. As before, she didn’t know whether to interpret the intense gaze as a sign of disapproval, but barring any audible objections she took a deep breath and got to the point.
“What was the score when Tessa beat Zoe?” The silence somehow got much louder as Riley fought the urge to shrink into her seat. The incredulity in the room was so oppressive that for a brief minute no one moved, as if afraid to be the first to shatter the moment. Riley didn’t take her eyes off the ring, but she could feel the aghast expressions from the girls beside her. Finally Phoebe reacted, though not with the immediate fury Riley expected. Instead she turned her head to Charlotte and the two made eye contact for just an instant. The softness in each other’s gaze was jarring to everyone in the arena, including the wrestlers. Riley felt that both girls were ashamed of the answer, and maybe even shared a half a shred of sympathy for a moment, then Phoebe turned again to Riley with a blank, unreadable expression.
“Clean eight and a shutout,” Phoebe replied in an empty tone. This didn’t mean much to Riley out of context, but the way Nora nodded somberly and Charlotte dropped her eyes to the mats confirmed to Riley that she had read the situation correctly. Phoebe held Riley’s eyes for a moment, but movement drew Riley’s attention to Charlotte, who’s head snapped back up looking intent. Riley felt as if some were expecting here to keep talking, but she had fired her only bullet. Her sole focus was on Phoebe, and whether she would react the way Riley hoped. Taylor sensed the enormity of the moment, and again whispered in that expert way of hers, not leaning in yet still audible only to Riley. “Soooo like, what happens now?” she asked, lightly running a finger over Riley’s palm on the armrest. Phoebe and Riley were still staring at each other, Phoebe’s expression as vacant as ever, but Charlotte suddenly started toward her opponent menacingly.
Riley’s eyes widened as Phoebe
still didn’t react, staring at Riley as Charlotte closed to an arm’s length away. Even as Charlotte grabbed her right arm with both hands and started to position her feet, Phoebe gave Riley that vacant, unreadable look. “I’ll show you how a real woman does this move,
enfant faible!” Only when Charlotte began to rotate her hips to perform the Irish Whip Phoebe had failed to execute earlier did life return to Phoebe’s face, blinking out of a trance just as Charlotte started to twist her away from Riley. “Ooohhh, like all you did is make things worse,” whispered Taylor as Phoebe was flung to the far ropes at speed, but Riley thought otherwise. For just an instant, she felt certain she had seen an indignant rage in her fiery friend, but she said nothing in case she was wrong, waiting desperately to see the results of her efforts.
Charlotte had whipped Phoebe hard, the ropes creaking with the strain as Phoebe turned into them, and as she leaned back for even more rebound, her militaristic and purposeful expression became visible to everyone for the first time. Charlotte smiled wide, spreading her legs and lowering her stance as she thrust her whoppers forward, clearly ready to absorb the impact chest to chest and put Phoebe back under her control. Phoebe came cleanly off the ropes, accelerating toward Charlotte so aggressively Riley found herself holding her breath. As Charlotte tightened her taut core and braced for a titty collision, Phoebe dropped her own shoulders back at about two steps away, signaling her intent to meet her opponent the same way. As she began her next stride, her body dropped so suddenly and unexpectedly it seemed she had collapsed, instead neatly tucking her right foot behind her left knee and sinking into a perfect slide. Charlotte’s boulders met nothing but air as she had no time to stop her momentum, nor any way to see what her opponent was doing as Phoebe extended her hands for Charlotte’s right ankle as she passed.
So swift were Phoebe’s actions that Charlotte’s brain was a step behind reacting to them; she tried to titty smash, but Phoebe had already dropped. She tried to complain, but suddenly there were hands on her leg. She tried to pull away, but before she could do more than tense the muscles, Phoebe had smoothly and purposefully pulled the leg toward herself to help her up, then reversed course and
pushed, counting on Charlotte to try and pull away. Sure enough, Phoebe slammed into the tall beauty from behind and sent her tumbling to the ground. Phoebe caught her balance, then quickly leaped toward her foe, spinning in the air and shaping her body so her butt was aimed for where Charlotte’s bra clasp would normally be. Charlotte was blinking and growling, still catching up with what was happening to her, when 125 lbs of little sister complex landed squarely on her back. The impact transferred to Charlotte’s G’s, flattening them against the mats like mushrooms under a shoe and making her moan in deep, wounded howls as Phoebe rolled forward fluidly.
Phoebe was first to her feet, but though she studied Charlotte with a clear intent of rushing in if she could, the French bombshell was pulling herself to her knees, turned close enough that Phoebe couldn’t take her back. With time to spare, Phoebe made a point of first staring purposely at a Jumbotron, which showed Charlotte’s bar now around 20 percent full. As Charlotte rose to her feet, Phoebe’s gaze shifted pointedly to Riley. Riley couldn’t breathe for a moment, but Phoebe quickly returned to the task at hand, as Charlotte was now approaching and did not look amused. The faint purple light had returned, each spotlight fading in and out softly for the moment. Phoebe seemed for an instant to take a deep breath as if to steel herself, but it could have been Riley’s imagination.
“Titfight me. For real this time,” Phoebe challenged, taking a step forward and waiting for Charlotte to meet her. “
Poltronne! Don’t run from me again!” Phoebe kept her hands on her hips, and as Charlotte adopted a similar stance Riley had a hunch her friend had chosen this pose. Walking right into each other, they met in the middle of the ring, a loud
SPLLAATTT echoing the room as they collided rack to rack. Charlotte outsized Phoebe by about a cup, but as the two women drove into each other trying to titty-shove the other girl to the ropes, it was clear that this breast to breast contest was much different than the one Charlotte dominated to start the match. Riley could see that without the ability to hug Phoebe and inflict her advantages in chest size and body strength, Charlotte was struggling with the firmness of Phoebe’s F’s, not to mention the completely different mentality of the woman she now faced.
It was Charlotte who took the first step back, then the second, and then the third. She dug in and stopped the momentum at that point, but the purple lights were strengthening as her bar trickled fuller. Clearly on the defensive, she was putting all her effort into stopping Phoebe from shoving her further, but whether it was the mashing her girls took when Phoebe landed on her, the creepy, half-psychotic blank expression that Phoebe wore during this whole run, or just the weight of the moment, Charlotte could not stop the Chicago cutie from sending her back yet again. As she stumbled back another step from a particularly vicious upperslam from Phoebe’s dense, heavy hooters, Charlotte realized she was only two or perhaps three steps from being tittypinned to the ropes for all to see. The flashing of the lights increased noticeably as Charlotte’s bar jumped up about five percent at one go, settling around 40 percent as Charlotte tried to compose herself. Determined not to let that happen to her, Charlotte abandoned the unspoked rules of the engagement and lifted her hands from her hips… only to have a pair of small but powerful hands clamp around her wrists before she got them above her ribs. Neither girl had said anything apart from grunts and groans, but as Phoebe caught Charlotte’s wrists, she knew her opponent wanted no more of this chest to chest match up.
“Who’s running now?!” Phoebe’s expression had softened just a little, less robotic and more like the temperamental firecracker Riley knew. Charlotte’s eyes widened as Phoebe called her on her cowardice, her bar climbing in clumps as Phoebe forced those last crucial steps from her crumbling opponent. Charlotte’s feet could retreat no more, but her taut core strained as she tried to keep her shoulders from the rope just inches away. With one mighty shove, Phoebe collapsed her adversary’s resistance, both falling as one into the ropes with Charlotte taking all the impact. Phoebe actually smiled as she pumped her shoulders like pistons, putting major dents in Charlotte’s mounds as her cries filled the air. “OOOOOOHHHHHH IIIIIIIIEEEHHHHHNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!” The lights were pulsing harder as dark angry purples strobed out of rhythm with each other, Charlotte’s bar reaching 60 percent and rising fast. So desperate were her wails that it caught everyone off guard when without warning Charlotte counterattacked.
Her arms had continued to thrash, and the instant her left wrist worked free of Phoebe’s grip she thrust her left bicep into Phoebe’s right armpit, compressing her own chest further in the process but gaining key leverage over the smaller girl. Grunting through gritted teeth, Charlotte turned her body into the chest that was crushing her own, planting her legs and swinging Phoebe around as hard as she could. Unprepared, Phoebe was spun into the ropes, Charlotte disentangling at the last minute so she stood less than a foot in front of the stumbling Midwesterner. Phoebe recoiled from the rope, but didn’t even take a full step before Charlotte reached forward with both long arms, clasping behind Phoebe’s neck and pulling her nose first deep into her heaving cleavage.
Riley gasped so loudly the mics in the turnbuckles picked it up, horrified as she watched her friend’s face disappear in Charlotte’s standing smother. The strobing of the lights became a pounding, and for the first time hues of red were mixed in with the various violent shades of purple. Riley felt she herself couldn’t breathe, overwhelmed by the intensity of what she was seeing. Charlotte’s ample highbeams always looked big, but between the impossibly tight, cleavage-boosting orange top and the way Phoebe’s face mashed against the titflesh, her bust looked fuller and more terrifying than ever. It happened so fast that for the first instant Phoebe barely reacted, but now seeing her friend’s arms flail and feet stamp wildly, Riley knew she must be on the verge on an extreme panic attack, and her helplessness and humiliation were contagious to Riley.
“HAH!” Charlotte’s initial cry carried none of the condescension or scornful tones of her earlier quips, and there was a new unrestrained hunger in her eyes that made Riley squirm in her seat, so uncomfortable was she about her friend’s demise. “
Salope moche! Take a real woman’s tits!” Phoebe had collected herself enough to try and mount a defense, but every time she thrashed and wiggled looking for space to pull away or at least get a full breath, Charlotte adjusted, putting huge pressure on her neck with her tight clinch and rising to the toes of her long legs to create even more leverage on the smother. Her nose had been wedged in Charlotte’s rack for about half a minute, but given the emotional toll of the match, the physical effort she had expended, and especially the momentum swings of the last few minutes, Phoebe’s strength was already noticeably diminished. What started as determined twisting and pushing was deteriorating into feeble half shoves. Charlotte had come down from her toes and was now using her fresh oxygen supply to further control Phoebe’s body, holding the smother in place and gradually pushing her towards the corner. Riley wanted more than anything to look away, but she felt an obligation to not abandon her friend, and besides there was no escaping the sounds coming from the ring.
When Charlotte had first secured the hold, there was a brief, high squeal as Phoebe tried to figure out what was happening and before Charlotte had pulled her too deep. Now all that was heard from her were muffled, distressed “MMMPHHH!”s each time she made a fresh effort to free herself. Riley ripped her gaze away long enough to see how everyone else was reacting to the degrading spectacle. The girls beside her were spellbound, though clearly for different reasons. Mesha and Madison both watched intently, seemingly imagining themselves in this contest and picturing what strategy they might employ. Nora, as always, bounced in her seat like she was battery powered. The satisfaction on Sophie’s face made Riley feel physically unwell, and she tore her eyes away just as she felt Sophie start to look up, unable to handle any taunting from the mouthy brit right now. Taylor actually looked… bored. It seemed she had been following the action to get more of a read on Charlotte than Phoebe, whom she had dismissed as already eliminated, and now that the end seemed imminent, her interest was waning. Looking further, Riley saw the tech crew energetically pointing at their monitors and whispering, monitoring Phoebe’s vitals with an intensity that made Riley wonder how much longer she had left. Riley had nothing left to distract herself with and prepared herself to watch someone she cared about rendered unconscious and defeated by a pair of mega boobies.
As her eyes returned to the ring, she caught a sight of Lilith, and for a brief moment she was so alarmed she forgot to be afraid. Throughout the match, Lilith had stared at the action with a constant, critical eye, but now she faced with ring with her eyes closed and a peculiar expression on her face, as if she were slowly savoring a piece of double chocolate cake. Riley glanced around to see if anyone else had taken note of this odd development, but everyone’s eyes were on Charlotte and Phoebe, who was beginning to lose her balance as she stumbled in place just to keep on her feet. Noticing her jelly legs, Charlotte began violently whipping Phoebe left and right in the smother hold, making it even harder for Phoebe to hold herself up. Whenever she got a foot solidly on the mat, Phoebe would try her best to jerk away, but most of the time her feet just slipped as she was jerked to the opposite side. Finally Charlotte stopped swinging and simply pulled back, arching her back and using her height to seal Phoebe in as tightly as possible.
One second… two… Phoebe wasn’t moving. Her hands lightly rested on Charlotte’s shoulders, so everyone could see she was conscious enough to keep her arms from falling, but that seemed to be the extend of her strength as Phoebe simply lay face down in Charlotte’s cannons. Riley frantically looked to the tech crew, but none of them made a move to interfere. Exasperated and appalled, Riley came to her feet and opened her mouth to demand the match be stopped, even if it drew more attention to her. “ST-”
POPRedder than a firetruck and covered in sweat, Phoebe’s face reappeared to everyone’s surprise, her eyes wide and frightened like a deer caught in a bear trap as a desperate yank pulled her head out of Charlotte’s deadly décolletage. Phoebe’s full chest heaved as she gulped air, but for a moment everyone in the room seemed too shocked to move, Charlotte included. Taylor and Lilith were first to react, as without looking Riley felt both of them glaring at her for her attempted interference. Riley quickly sat and stared straight ahead pointedly, unwilling to acknowledge Taylor’s raised eyebrow and still tremendously concerned about her friend. Unexpectedly, Phoebe was first to act, putting her hands on Charlotte’s shoulders and shoving her with limp oxygen-deprived arms. Charlotte stumbled only half a step, but her expression showed uncertainty; all the momentum was on Phoebe’s side prior to the smother, and Charlotte clearly expected it to end the fight. Fatigue and disbelief hampered her as she started back toward Phoebe with stiff, mechanical movements, but the reenergized Chicago native was shoving her again, elbows locked and strength returning as she blasted Charlotte back again by the shoulders like a sumo wrestler, causing her bar to tick up a few points in response.
As she started to follow, there was a slight stumble in her back leg that Charlotte didn’t appear to notice, but Riley saw it and stifled a squeal. Phoebe also seemed to reconsider her unchecked aggression as she stopped walking Charlotte down and came to a halt in the middle of the ring, still recovering from the lengthy smother she endured. Charlotte caught her balance and eyed Phoebe suspiciously, unconvinced she wasn’t being duped by the sudden wobble. For her part, Phoebe calmly sank into a kneeling position without a trace of a slip, further complicating Charlotte’s assessment of her condition. Hands on her hips and shoulders thrust back, it was clear what challenge Phoebe was giving, but she gave a pointed glance down to her own chest anyway.
Charlotte wavered for a moment, almost losing her balance as she was in two minds about what to do. She was under no obligation to play along, and a hard charge might be enough to pin Phoebe even if she were at strength, and of course if she were bluffing it would end things quickly. But Phoebe’s unexpected success before she nearly succumbed to the smother was gnawing at Charlotte, as if victory without redemption would be incomplete. She seemed oddly detached as she knelt and scooted toward her adversary, her confidence impossible to assess. Only the white spotlights were on, bathing the fighters in deceptively peaceful light.
Neither woman spoke as they reached the requisite titfighting distance, the toll of the long match evident in the body language of each combatant. As their arms extended and the last few shuffles brought them nipple to nipple, a quick glance at the Jumbotron told Riley that Charlotte’s bar was around 65 percent full as the high stakes grinding battle began.
Each woman surged into the other emphatically, neither faking her confidence as far as Riley could tell.
Riley winced in sympathetic pain at the intensity of the grinding she was witnessing, breasts swelling against each other looking like dinner plates. Since neither girl’s face betrayed a trace of breaking the stalemate, it was the change in light that Riley noticed first, the all-white light again probed by soft strobes of purple. Riley checked the bars eagerly, knowing that Phoebe’s would be unchanged as it’s already been filled but hoping to see…
“Why is your bar rising?” Phoebe asked sharply, glancing at the Jumbotron behind Charlotte’s head. Riley felt her stomach flip like a lottery winner at the way Charlotte’s eyes went wide in response like someone who’s been caught hiding a secret. “Are you afraid?” Charlotte’s posture had shifted noticeably, her base no longer thrust forward like she was trying to drive Phoebe back but rather tall and stiff like she was trying to hold her ground. Riley still couldn’t see any progress in the titty trench war, but it was obvious Phoebe’s firmness was starting to dominate. “
Charlotte! Are you afraid?!” Phoebe screams, her intensity giving Riley the courage to believe in the comeback as still Charlotte’s only reply were her exertions.
“AAAIIIEEEE!!” Charlotte’s loud grunts are interrupted by a sudden squeal as something gives, then trench line moving slowly toward her own ribcage. Phoebe’s eyes to a quick check of the Jumbotron to see the progress on Charlotte’s bar, and though Riley herself was too entranced to look away she guessed from Phoebe’s response that it must be rising rapidly as Phoebe moves to get more punishment in. Charlotte’s posture has broken and she was leaning back considerably trying to lessen the pressure on her aching airbags, making it harder for her knees to support her. Coiling her fit body, Phoebe’s boulders SMASHED into Charlotte’s crumbling pair so hard she knocked her to her back, Charlotte’s chest and abs overpowered by the force of Phoebe’s tittysmash.
Riley thought she might pause and gloat, but as before Phoebe’s speed and relentlessness impressed her as she watched her friend rise to one knee, then gracefully fling her entire body through the air, using the planted foot to twist herself at the launch so that her dark-blue-clad ass landed squarely on Charlotte’s face! Dark purple light strobed heavily from all sides, but Riley found it less overwhelming now that it wasn’t her friend in danger. Phoebe collected her balance and adjusted her thin frame, locking her thighs tightly and forcing Charlotte’s nose as deep as possible into the reverse facesit. Charlotte’s hips came high as she tried to bridge high enough to twist and escape, but Phoebe rode her expertly, the flashing lights showing her face locked in concentration. Trying again, Charlotte bent her back the other way and fired her long legs at Phoebe’s neck in wide arks.
“NOPE!” screamed the ready Midwesterner, catching Charlotte’s ankles with ease and pinning them savagely to the mats. Finally ready to showboat, Phoebe leaned back as far as she can and tossed her hair casually, still holding Charlotte’s ankles as her legs quiver and her muffled screams are amplified by the mics meant to catch them. “Take that ass, Frenchie! Take it all!” she bellowed, and to Riley’s left Nora was bouncing and squealing so loudly that Phoebe actually threw her a glare. Inwardly Riley wanted to cheer too, but she still wasn’t clear on the spectator rules and the rest of the girls seemed annoyed at Nora so she just watched happily, though she wondered if Sophie would have the same silence policy if Taylor somehow ended up in an Elimination Challenge.
Phoebe had just started to bounce up and down when the lights all go solid white and the Jumbotrons solid red again, the deep tone ordering her to stop.
DDDOOOOOOOONNNNNGGGGGG Riley released a breath she didn’t know she was holding, relief flooding her as Phoebe improbably gets her equalizer. Rising smoothly from her victim, Phoebe completely ignored her as she turned and walked briskly to her line. By contrast, Charlotte pulled herself to a pouty seated position, face as red as the stripe on her flag as she glared at Lilith. “
Qu’est -ce que c’est!” she shrieked angrily. “I defeat her twize with my boobs, and she-” “Any competitor who does not return to her start line will be disqualified,” cut in Lilith sternly. Charlotte’s face was full of indignation but the red Jumbotrons began to get brighter, an ominous sign that her disqualification was coming. Rising to her feet, Charlotte tried to walk haughtily but the red light kept swelling so she ran clunkily, the Jumbotrons returning to the stream of the match once she reached her line.
“3…..2..” The countdown started the instant Charlotte’s feet crossed her line, the game clearly not designed to give its players time to collect themselves. Riley’s heart was in her throat as momentum was solidly on Phoebe’s side but Charlotte had very nearly smothered her out once; a single mistake could put her at her mercy again. “…1….. GO!!!” For the first time today, Charlotte didn’t stroll out of the blocks, taking measured steps in a wrestler’s stance as she screamed at Phoebe, her cracking voice betraying her true composure. “
Connasse! You cannot use your FAT ASS for ‘zis part!!” Phoebe glided out with the same shuffling motion she’d used for each reset, and for the first time nothing went instantly wrong for her as she and Charlotte met in the middle with arms extended, locking up as each gripped the other’s shoulders. Riley noted that for all her talk Charlotte wasn’t desperate to force a titfight either, each girl being positionally cautious given the stakes.
In their current positions, Phoebe’s slightly smaller body was doing well to force a stalemate, but it was clear to Riley that she was working harder than Charlotte was, her whole body tensing and struggling against the taller woman. When her feet slid just a bit, she adjusted by angling her body more sharply than Charlotte’s, her feet further back and helping her drive more force into the French beauty. Riley’s heart fell as she saw a sickening expression on Charlotte’s smug face, her strong pushing reversing direction without warning and YANKING Phoebe forward, Charlotte’s knockers thrust out and ready to meet her! Gasps went up from several girls including Riley as for the second time in the fight Charlotte executed a standing breast smother seemingly out of thin air.
Nora’s reaction was the loudest, and as before she bounced in the squeaky seat eagerly. It incensed Riley that Nora lusted for action no matter who was dealing it out, but her focus was on her imperiled friend as the vein in Phoebe’s neck bulged with the strength of her failed efforts to resist the tittyplunge. Charlotte stretched her height advantage by rising to the balls of her feet, her gazongas going up and her hands pulling down trying to create an inescapable boobycage. “’Zis time ‘zey finish you!” screeched the triumphant bombshell, her sinister face lit by the same mix of red, purple, and white lights that strobed during her last smother attempt.
“Ooooh, it’s really happening,” whispered Taylor, and although Riley didn’t see how Phoebe could possibly slip out this time, something did seem… different about her comrade’s reaction. After two futile downward tugs only wedged her face tighter into Charlotte’s bosom, Phoebe’s hips flared back out, resuming the pose that got her caught like this in the first place. Churning her legs, Phoebe took advantage of Charlotte’s high stance and started driving her back forcefully. Charlotte seemed surprised but undeterred, doubling down on her efforts to end the fight by arching her back even further, cranking Phoebe’s neck and forcing her face to sink deeper. Just as Riley was wondering if Phoebe had a plan, the scrappy Illinoisan’s blind aim proved true and Charlotte’s back hit the turnbuckle abruptly, her grip nearly splitting at the unexpected impact. Phoebe’s eyes were briefly visible again as she gave a giant tug, but Charlotte’s hold endured and Riley’s belief plummeted again, her own skin covered in a light layer of sweat as she felt unable to stand the rapid momentum swings of this Challenge.
Phoebe kept the tension in her neck so she didn’t slide back into boobage and lose the progress she’d just made, but she hadn’t gotten far enough out to get a breath and Riley was beginning to worry about how much time she had left. Phoebe had pulled Charlotte forward a step with the clear intent of smashing her into the corner again, but even with leverage against her Charlotte was resisting, knowing what was coming and not wanting to let Phoebe build momentum for the hit. Sure enough, Phoebe threw her weight forward and Charlotte hit the post again, but the resulting
thud was much duller and Phoebe’s face barely moved as she tried to squirm free. Without looking, Riley could somehow feel Taylor smiling at her as she watched her friend pull back for yet another try, her left leg buckling worryingly in the process.
The adjustment was so small none of the girls noticed it, and as Charlotte felt Phoebe’s hands move from her shoulders to her biceps she assumed her persistent prey was finally succumbing to her overdue fate. Instead, as Phoebe emptied her remaining strength into shoving Charlotte’s back against the turnbuckle one more time, the force of her surging body transferred from Phoebe’s extended arms into Charlotte’s bent ones and her hands flew apart like they were magnetically repelled. Charlotte’s expression was mostly that of irritated exasperation as Phoebe reappeared gasping for air, but as soon as she saw the look on her would-be victim’s face Charlotte’s arrogance turned to terror. Phoebe glared up at her dripping off her like sweat as she gave herself no recovery time, her right arm darting up swiftly and her hand cupping behind Charlotte’s head.
Pulling her roughly by the neck, Phoebe took two long strides out of the corner and dragged Charlotte with her, her own chest still heaving as her hungry lungs gulped air. Taking a soaring leap, she again displayed her high-flying skillset by twisting midair, her left hand meeting with her right to jerk Charlotte’s head forward and down towards the mats! Phoebe held her agile body parallel to the mats so Charlotte took all the initial impact, and though she did get her hands up her forehead still hit with a foreboding
THUD. The red lights had stopped flashing when Phoebe escaped the smother, but the purples strobed as thickly as ever as a softer
thud of Phoebe landing was heard. Charlotte was conscious but clearly stunned as Phoebe promptly rolled her over with her head facing Charlotte’s feet. Riley saw instantly why Phoebe had spun around midair as her hands clamped down on Charlotte’s elbows, bolting them in place and letting her F’s hang in position like an executioner’s axe as she knelt low over the gorgeous Lyon girl. “NOOOOO!” Charlotte half-pleaded, but Phoebe didn’t even seem to hear her as she briefly tightened and adjusted her grip and position to her satisfaction, then wordlessly dropped her bombs onto Charlotte’s shrilly protesting face.
Charlotte’s powerful legs flexed and her hips went high trying to bridge high enough to squirm free, but with Phoebe pinning her in a North-South position there wasn’t a body there to buck off, her shoulders staying on the mats and her face staying deep in Phoebe’s tits. “You couldn’t even escape my facesit, there’s no
waaayyyy you’re getting out of this!” crowed Phoebe, her accent thickening with excitement. Riley desperately wanted to turn and give Taylor a ‘what now?’ expression, but she didn’t quite have the courage. The instant the thought passed her mind, Riley heard the creeping whisper of the West Coaster float through her ear. “I bet you’re soooo proud of yourself.” More than a little unsettled, Riley returned her attention to the ring, where Charlotte’s efforts had degraded from tactical to frantic as her limbs thrashed uselessly. The red spotlights were getting brighter, and Riley finally allowed herself to feel some relief as the match seemed certain to have taken its last turn.
Phoebe was still driving her firm rack down mercilessly, trying to wedge Charlotte’s nose as tightly as possible in her compact cleavage. She had angled the top blue top she was provided so that its cut was just above Charlotte’s hairline, making sure that none of her tittymeat went to waste in burying her near-conqueror. As Charlotte’s flailing became twitchier and less frequent, Riley felt herself suddenly wishing the spectacle could end, not because she feared another comeback but because it was uncomfortable to watch. She’d seen a girl breast smothered before of course, but a tapout had always ended the encounter and she felt the shame was as much to fear as the knockout. Now watching it happen, she realized she’d never known how
long it can take, how hard the body struggles even with minimal strength left. She forced herself not to think about the possibility that she might have to face this Challenge at some point.
Phoebe had mocked Charlotte again while Taylor whispered to Riley, but now she remained silent as she lay like a statue on her fading foe, her own face difficult to read as she waited for the end. Riley conjectured her feelings might be similar to what she had felt when she was forced to continue flattening Dara, and at that moment Phoebe raised her head and the two of them locked eyes. Quickly turning away, Phoebe’s cheeks got just a bit redder and she ground her mounds down in apparent frustration. Riley didn’t bother trying to understand her friend’s behavior, having accepted that Phoebe’s boundaries were so invisible that she was bound to stumble over them from time to time. Although it seemed they were both eager for the match to end, no one was more impatient than Nora, who was now kneeling on her seat and clapping her hands with tiny movements as if to keep from being seen or heard. Riley expected Lilith to shoot her a death glare, but to her surprise the sharp-eyed woman seemed oblivious to anything outside the ring, standing eerily still just below the camera line and right at the edge of the mats.
Only Charlotte’s forearms moved now, hands pawing around without instruction from a brain with no oxygen. Phoebe glanced at Lilith questioningly, but seemed as unnerved as Riley had been and quickly looked instead to the tech crew. No one acknowledged her, but the lights continued their dizzying dance so despite Charlotte’s sudden stillness she kept her juggs down until moments later….
DDDOOOOOOOONNNNNGGGGGG For the third and most glorious time today, the deep base note echoed around the room and the purple strobe lights cut out, the bright white spotlights and four red jumbotrons announcing the end of the match. Phoebe straightened her back instantly, the tight Breast Battles top pulled down so the tops of her dark areolas were showing. The face of the defeated brunette below her was a messy mixture of makeup, sweat, and a few tears over a bright red face, but her chest was rising and that was all Phoebe was looking for. Rising to her feet and making a show of wiping makeup off her tits, Phoebe returned to her line as Lilith stepped into twin thick white spotlights in front of the ring, the Jumbotrons going black as she spoke into her microphone.
“Charlotte has lost the Elimination Challenge!” Whatever had seemed…
odd about Lilith was gone now, her voice and manner carrying the same authority they always had. “Congratulations to this episode’s winner, Phoebe Reynolds!” Phoebe seemed a bit overwhelmed now that her bloodrage had subsided, and she managed just a small smile as the lights beamed on her. “Join us next time and watch our seven remaining challengers face each other in a brand new game!” Charlotte was just beginning to stir, the mics in the ring clearly cut off as her moans weren’t picked up. A spotlight fixed on her as she groggily tried to rise, Riley slightly appalled that no one was helping her. “Thank you for coming, Charlotte. You have been eliminated,” began Lilith with a thin smile, ignoring Charlotte’s inaudible complaints. A few attendants in all black approached the ring from the other side, though Riley felt they should have been their much quicker. “We do have a small prize for you anyway,” continued Lilith.
As the attendants entered the ring, Riley noticed they carried a large picture frame with a dark lavender cloth identical to the one presented to Dara. Realizing they weren’t a medical team, Riley felt goosebumps cover her arms as Charlotte’s protestations got louder sensing what was coming. “May you never forget your time here,” smirked Lilith as the cloth was removed. As before, a high resolution photo of the just-concluded match was revealed, this one taken from a ringside perspective and showing Phoebe’s orbs just above Charlotte’s face, her panic perfectly captured in what little of her is visible. A distant scent of lavender tugs at Riley, but the entire tense moment passes quickly as Charlotte is escorted out of the ring and down a hallway opposite the one the girls entered from. The silence hangs for just an instant, then Lilith is speaking again, the tension suddenly gone. “See you next time!”
The spotlights stop flashing, the room filled with static white light as Lilith now addressed the group. “Since the ‘Bra Busters’ game is not considered especially taxing, we will resume filming with the next challenge at eleven tomorrow,” Riley thought this was harshly unfair to Phoebe, but she didn’t dare interrupt or even look at her friend in sympathy lest she offend her somehow. “You are dismissed.”
Riley couldn’t take it anymore, standing rapidly and rushing past Taylor and Sophie without even a worry about the consequences as she hurried down the aisle to congratulate Phoebe ringside. “Woah, calm down. Why are you sweating?” Phoebe began as she saw the excitement on Riley’s face, but for once Riley refused to be pushed away, grabbing Phoebe’s ankles and yanking her down on her butt. “You WON!! You really…” Riley faded as Phoebe’s eyes had flashed a familiar fury, and she felt her joy dying as she prepared to face abuse yet again for trying to be nice… But Phoebe broke into a toothy grin, sliding under the bottom rope and embracing Riley in a rushed, awkward sidehug. “I
knowwww, I almost…” She faded out as her thoughts darkened, so Riley gave her a quick shoulder bump and a smile. “Hey, YOU WON! Let’s get dinner and celebrate!”
Phoebe’s expression swung back to happy again, and she nodded eagerly as she fiddled with her headband. “That sounds great. I have to change and go get this thing removed, they glue it on somehow and I’m not sure how long it takes… want to meet in the dining hall at eight? I can finally teach you the rules of Tittyball if you’re still interested,” Riley was careful not to show too much exuberance as she’d been
dying to learn but was wary of triggering Phoebe’s ‘too close’ feeling again. “Oooh that sounds sooooo fun, I’d love to come!” Riley and Phoebe both jumped as they had no idea that Nora was right beside them, her bubbly voice turning Phoebe’s expression to stone. “I’ll see you guys at eight!” she giggled, bouncing away with her pigtails and her H’s jiggling intensely. Phoebe was looking at Riley as if expecting some explanation for this, so Riley just shrugged and said her goodbyes, feeling euphoric as she mindlessly walked back up the aisle toward the hall back to her room.
A finger slipped under her shirt out of nowhere, wrapping around her bra strap and pulling it up sharply as her heart flipped at this unexpected intrusion. “White,” said Taylor curtly, still standing with Sophie in front of their seats. Having gotten so heavily invested in Phoebe’s fate, Riley had forgotten her own challenge from the megastacked Californian. “Like, it better be white at midnight tonight. No switching to your biggest bra. I’m popping
this one,” Taylor shoved past Riley, her sideboob hitting Riley’s chest square on and forcing her out of the way without Taylor even breaking stride. “Midnight, Riley. Don’t forget.” Sophie just glared at Riley as she passed, and the high feelings she’d had moments before blended with panic as Riley tried to figure out how she would handle this new trial. Overtaxed, she forced it from her mind until she’d had a chance to eat, needing to recharge after an insane afternoon!
