Anna watched Emma tap on the GoPro, feeing a patient impatience as the other woman expertly tweaked the settings on the device. Satisfied that the camera was properly configured, Emma turned her attention to the tripod. She tweaked heights and angles to record almost every inch of their chosen arena, a small windowless room with spongy mats covering the floor and the lower half of the walls. Then Emma turned and the two women shared an icy glare before Anna put on her most cheerful smile, a similar smile crossing Emma's face when she reached Anna's side and turned to face the camera. As they agreed, Anna started the show.
"Hello out there! I'm Anna, of Anna Works Out."
"And I'm FitEmma!"
"I'm sure you can tell that this video is going to be a little different from the usual content on both of our channels. You see, I knew a bit of Emma's second-rate channel, although I had never had time to watch."
"And Anna's name came up when my fans were discussing less inspirational YouTubers! I never bothered to look into her videos, though."
"But neither of us knew that not only did we live in the same state, not only did we live in the same city, but we also go to the same gym!"
"Isn't that just the fucking weirdest?"
Anna was tempted to risk a glare at Emma, but she knew that the other woman was baiting her. Both women did have moderately successful YouTube channels. Both would argue endlessly that they promoted workout routines, yoga techniques, and generally healthy living. But both were silently aware that snug sports bras over abundant breasts and leggings that hugged curvy waists might have added to their subscription totals.
That was the problem. Both women made the same type of content, with the same amount of comfortable success. Both were more aware of the other than they let on. Had they been separated by more distance, they could have simply fumed about the other but been otherwise resigned to the indirect competition. But one week ago, when eyes met across the gym and as lingering gaze confirmed that the mutual recognition was not imagined, Emma and Anna quickly found themselves trading tense words.
The two quickly decided that words were not enough. As proud women, both had the instinctive need to put the other in her place, wherever that place may be. As content creators, both saw a chance to own a piece of their rival's pride and a unique weapon in the continuous quest for subscribers. Anna and Emma agreed to split the cost of a new GoPro and tripod, and the winner got to keep the equipment. But more importantly...
Anna gathered herself with a quick breath and continued, a performer's smile easily crossing her features. "And since Emma and I both take so much pride in our routines, we decided that having a little contest to determine the stronger woman is only appropriate!"
When Anna paused, Emma flowed in naturally to continue the buildup. "So, spoiler alert! If you're watching this video, you already know who won. Because the winner gets to keep the video, and to do whatever she wants with it! So, when this video pops up on my channel, you'll know that I taught Anna a lesson that she'll never forget!"
"And since you're watching this video on Anna Works Out, you'll know that I humiliated Emma in ways that will haunt that weak bitch for the rest of her life!"
This time, Emma had to fight to keep her composure. Anna noted the slight strain in her rival's voice with satisfaction as Emma finished the semi-scripted part of their presentation, notably without any discussion of rules. "So, that's it! The loser doesn't have to close her channel, but Anna might want to when I'm done with her!" With that, the two women turned away from the camera to face each other.
Standing in profile, the clear similarities and slight differences were on full display for their future audience. Both women stood with their hands on their hips, their bodies toned by regular visits to the gym. Both were clad in a sports bra and a comfortable pair of leggings. Anna wore a little smirk as she looked slightly down at her shorter opponent, while Emma arched her fuller chest forward with proud determination. Both women kept their hair short, Emma's blonde hair hanging just past her ears while Anna kept a head of red hair in a pixie cut.
"I'm a little worried about what your subscribers will do if you're too embarrassed to show your face on your channel again, Emma. But if I ever get a dozen new followers, I guess we'll know where they went," Anna taunted as the two settled in.
Emma felt another little nudge of annoyance but managed to keep her voice bright and even. "I'm not worried about losing subscribers, or anything, to you Anna. In fact, once I'm done showing you how worthless your workouts are, I'm sure that I'll get a lot more attention!"
"You'll get all the attention that you can handle when everyone sees how badly your ass got kicked," Anna snapped back, putting all her effort into a feigned lighthearted tone that she certainly didn't feel.
"I don't see anyone around who poses a threat to my ass, or any other part of me," Emma purred, her eyes locked directly with Anna's.
"Then you're as blind as you are soft," Anna replied with a purposeful glance down at Emma's breasts before meeting her eyes again.
There was a moment's pause while both women took a couple steadying breaths. Both were natural performers, and both naturally played up the beginning of their contest with the expectation that it would make their eventual victory that much more satisfying. But even if they were performing, the animosity between them was not feigned.
"Taking notes on how a real woman should look?" Emma hissed softly, taking a breath that made her breasts swell out of her bra as she stared into her rival's eyes. "I'll be happy to give you some very personal pointers."
Anna's playful tone faded, feeling her hands balling into fists. "And I'll be happy to show you exactly where you can put your pointers, Emma."
"Try your best, Anna. I can't wait to show you just how weak you are," Emma replied, her shoulders tensing.
"I can't wait to kick your bitch ass."
"Come on then, you arrogant whore."
"Fucking slut!"
"Fucking bitch!"
Without a signal but with perfect synchronization, the two women erased the distance between them with quick steps until their bodies crashed together with a forceful thud. Both women reached for the back of the other's head with their left head and swung frantic punches at their opponent with their right. Anna was able to get a handful of short blonde hair, swinging her hand down at Emma's head and shoulders with every intention of pounding the shorter woman to the ground. Emma got a firm grip on the back of Anna's neck and matched her blow for blow, swinging upwards at Anna's face again and again. The two pressed together with an angry determination, their grip only tightening on each other as the women traded wild shots, staggering from side to side as each sought to gain an early advantage.
While neither woman was an experienced fighter and their flurry of blows was almost recklessly wild, both women were strong enough to hit with punishing force. Emma felt her knees strain as she endured Anna's pounding blows raining down on her shoulders and glancing off her head. But she clenched her teeth and pressed into Anna's frame, swinging sharp punches at that frustratingly familiar face so close to hers. And as much as Anna tried to focus on beating Emma down to her knees, the pain from repeated punches landing on her cheek and on the side of her head was becoming too much to ignore. Anna couldn't help but grunt in pain whenever Emma's fist found a tender spot, and the blonde fed on those grunts while the redhead's offense slowed.
Anna's pulse pounded as the first threads of worry stared to wrap around her heart. Emma's punches only seemed to be getting harder, while Anna felt her own power starting to waver. And Anna knew that blonde bitch would notice, too. So, with a determined grunt, Anna stopped punching to grab at Emma's left shoulder. Her fingers snaked around a bra strap and, with a yank of blonde hair, Anna drove herself into the other woman's body. Emma let out a distressed yelp as her balance was forced to shift, and she backpedaled awkwardly until her back slammed into a padded wall. Anna stayed close to her opponent, changing her grip from shoulder to wrist as she pinned Emma's body and left arm against the wall before lifting her right knee into Emma's side. Emma only had a moment of futile resistance before that knee struck her side then dug into her body, knocking the breath from her lungs. A second blow took the strength from her knees, and a third took the fight from her body. Anna felt Emma start to lean forward, and the redhead was more than happy to help. Taking a step back, Anna yanked on hair and fabric while twisting her body, sending the gasping blonde to the ground.
Emma landed hand on her front, gasping for air and reaching down to put her hands over her sore stomach. Emma's chest was crushed between her body, the mats, and the bra straining to hold that flesh in place. Anna stalked her opponent, moving to Emma's side and lifting her foot to stomp on Emma's backside. The force of the impact made Emma groan in pain, and she tried to get to her knees so she could escape any more punishing attacks. But Anna was already after her, and the redhead reached down to get a solid grip on the material wrapping around Emma's torso in her right hand. With a hard yank up, Anna forced Emma to her hands and knees where a swift kick landed with a muted thump. Emma fought a scream as her rival's foot sank into her chest, and she tried to collapse onto the ground once again. Instead of letting her collapse, Anna yanked up and back on the bra, throwing Emma onto her back instead.
Emma groaned as her back slapped against the mats, her stomach, and breasts both throbbing with pain while her pale face glowed with perspiration. Taking slow breaths, Anna stared down at the other woman for only a moment before walking around to sit behind Emma's head and grab two more handfuls of blonde hair so she could get the other woman in a solid head scissors. "Ahhhh, damn!" Emma swore as Anna's powerful thighs pressed against her from either side, making her head throb and scrambling her thoughts. Emma kicked at the mats and rolled her hips from side to side with all her effort, but Anna just planted her hands on the mat while she kept the hold tight, relaxing her thighs before flexing them again. Anna worked Emma's head slowly and steadily, enjoying each groan of pain and distress that she drew out of the other woman, even arching her hips up to add to the pressure she was able to put on Emma's head. "Do you want to give up already, you fucking wh-ooOOOAAAAAAHHHH!"
Emma had been prying at Anna's legs with growing desperation but had not been able to pull her opponent's feet apart nor loosen the grip Anna had on her head. But when Anna both lowered her hips and relaxed her thighs, Emma found just enough space to reach back with her right hand and run her nails over the front of Anna's leggings. While the sharp points surprised Anna more than hurt her, the redhead still spread her legs and scrambled backwards while the blonde rolled away and got to her hands and knees. The two glared at each other harshly, taking heavy breaths and trembling with anger at their brief exchange. Mirroring each other's movements, Emma and Anna stood up slowly and circled each other, stepping closer and closer. This time, there was no frantic rush to get a hold of each other's hair. Even as they got in arms reach, neither woman lashed out.
Once their forehead touched, Anna hissed softly, "You're lucky I didn't crush your neck."
"You're lucky I didn't knock your fat ass out," Emma snapped back harshly.
"I'm in better shape than you, bitch."
"I'm stronger than you are, you fucking whore."
"I'm tougher than you are, you stupid cxnt."
"I'll kick your ass all over this room!"
"I'll fucking knock you out!"
"Fucking try it!"
And in an instant, war resumed. This time, the two tried to break through their opponent's pride and joy, joined only at the forehead as they stepped back to swing punches on their opponent's body. Anna went right after Emma's chest, swinging determined uppercuts at her opponent's bra. Emma grunted as she felt her breasts knocked up again and again, held in place by the heroic efforts of the fabric around her chest. But that support also meant that Anna knew right where to punch, and she focused her full efforts on using her opponent like a punching bag. But while her chest was being battered, Emma aimed lower, wanting to return some punishment on her slightly smaller opponent's midsection. While Anna's blows were muted by synthetic material and heavy flesh, Emma's fists slapped against bare skin again and again. Grunts of pain and determination filled the room as the two women tried to beat the fight right out of their opponent, their punches slowing as frantic swings turned into focused blows. Both women moved their head onto the other's shoulder as they leaned together, hating the other's presence but finding that they could punch harder with the extra support.
"You won't be able to flash your fucking tits around when I'm done with them!" Anna snarled as she swung her right hand up to the underside of Emma's aching breast.
"I'm going to turn your abs into jelly, you arrogant bitch!" Emma retorted before slamming her left fist into Anna's belly button.
"Ungh... Is that all you got, you blonde whore?" Anna gasped, turning her shoulders a little as her left fist drove into the tented fabric over Emma's right nipple.
"Fuck...! You ginger cxnt!" Emma groaned, turning her shoulders as well to land a punch just under the left side of Anna's ribs. And when Anna didn't punch back, Emma kept battering her rival's midsection. Hitting under her bra. two punches on her belly button. One just above the waistband of Anna's leggings. Each breath Emma took made her breasts throb, reminding her of the punishment that she owed the redhead. Anna staggered back helplessly until her back hit the wall, crowded in place by the blonde who took the opportunity to growl. "I owe you some punishment, you jealous bitch!" And with that, Emma grabbed the back of Anna's bra and yanked down, making Anna double over with a pained whimper. A quick tug upwards pulled the garment free of Anna's frame, and Emma tossed the bra aside. Pushing her opponent up by her right shoulder, Emma eyed the other woman's firm breasts angrily. And before Anna could object or raise a defense, Emma aimed a right-handed punch straight into the redhead's left breast. Anna's open-mouthed groan of pain filled the room and Emma smiled cruelly as her fist sunk into flesh, pulling her hand back to follow up with an uppercut that made its target bounce heavily. Anna grabbed at the arm pinning her against the wall to push her way to freedom, but Emma simply twisted free of that desperate grip and began using both hands to pummel Anna's vulnerable tits. A left-handed slap landed on Anna's breast, followed by a right punch that landed on a hard nipple.
Anna's frantic grabs at Emma's wrists faded as she tried to cover her chest instead. Seeing her opponent starting to curl up, Emma paused her assault to grab a handful of short red hair and yank Anna forward sharply, leading them to stand in front of the GoPro's steady efforts to record the fight. Anna swayed heavily and Emma gave a warning yank up on her hair, hissing "If you fall over, I'll make it really bad for you." Anna shivered heavily and spread her legs to help keep her feet, fighting against trembling knees and throbbing pain in both of her breasts. Thinking her rival was subdued for the moment, Emma took her own bra off, hiding a light flinch as the ache from Anna's earlier blows was still fresh. Tossing the garment aside, Emma turned to the camera. "I think it's worth taking a moment to show Anna, and everyone, just how much stronger my body is than hers." And, turning back to Anna, the blonde took a quick step forward to ram her heavy breasts right into Anna's. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in both women's ears, and Anna started to stumble back, only for a hand to grab her hair and pull her back in front of the camera. Emma slammed into Anna again and again, making sure that their chests were lined up, that the comparison and the impact were clear as she bludgeoned her opponent's body and pride.
For her part, Anna was hurting. Every breath she took was knocked away by Emma's next heavy impact. Her body ached. Her breasts ached. She felt battered and desperate, but not beaten. So, when Emma lined her up and rushed in, Anna stepped forward and slipped her arms under Emma's, both women letting out a surprised groan of pain as their collided and their arms wrapped around each other's torso, clinging to each other, and pressing body to body in front of the camera. Titflesh mushroomed out between the two women worked to lean in and force their opponent backwards, Anna hissing as wider curves swelled against hers while Emma's heart raced when hard nipples tested the durability of her proudest feature. Emma gasped as Anna's arms tightened around her ribs, while her arms embraced Anna's shoulders stubbornly. But Emma wasn't going to let a slightly worse grip worry her too much. Not when strength wasn't her only weapon in this part of their war.
"You can feel how much bigger my tits are than yours, can't you..." Emma purred, although the effort of clashing with the other fitness influencer was clear in her voice. And to punctuate that statement, Emma rolled her shoulders back and arched her chest forward, putting as much pressure as she could on Anna's body. A distressed whimper was Emma's reward as Anna's body trembled. Anna had hoped to crush the breath from the blonde's lungs, but the two had been fighting for too long, and Anna just couldn't work her way through Emma's breasts. Switching strategies, Anna twisted her hips from left to right, dragging her tits back and forth over her rival's. Emma's eyes opened wide as firm flesh moved from side to side and she could feel her own tits dragged along by Anna's purposeful movements, and she took a step back in surprise. Anna mirrored the step, glaring sharply as she strained her shoulders to keep kneading Emma's tits with her own.
"You don't feel all that tough to me," Anna said mockingly as she swayed purposefully against her ensnared opponent, holding on tightly as Emma struggled against Anna's firm grip. Both women tensed their shoulders as their upper bodies challenged each other, and their arms strained with effort of enduring the other's grip. Anna's back was flexed in pure determination as her hard nipples raked back and forth over Emma's sweat slick tits and her firm curves sought to work deeper and deeper into the chest that she had eyed so jealously in the days before their fight. Emma's heart raced and her knees trembled as she felt her tits being invaded by Anna's efforts. But despite the redhead's relentless pressure, Emma gathered herself and pushed forward, her chest swelling and smothering any movements that Anna tried to make. The blonde sneered as the redhead's face fell, and with a determined push Emma regained that step, forcing Anna back to a neutral position in front of the GoPro.
"That's it, you little bitch," the blonde hissed, emphasizing the 'little' with another shove of her heavy chest, forcing another grunt and stealing another step from Anna. "Show everyone how your tits are weaker than mine." Step. "How your body is weaker than mine." Step. "How I'm better than you in every way!" Emma taunted openly as she forced Anna backwards, step by step, in a slow circle that could be completely recorded. Anna's face turned red in embarrassment as she backpedaled, her feet sliding over the mats despite her best efforts to dig in, her breasts straining as each breath brought them into full contact with Emma's formidable pair. Both women's bodies shone with the efforts of their fight so far as they grappled and competed from head to toe. But their faces couldn't be any different. Emma's mouth was curled into a cruel smile as she glared sideways at Anna's head, while Anna stared straight ahead with wide-eyed terror as her efforts failed to impede the other woman's efforts.
Desperate to get the blonde off her before she could dispense any more punishment, Anna relaxed her arms just enough to let them drop around Emma's sides, reaching for the top of her leggings. And even as she backpedaled, Anna was able to grab the elastic material and give a sharp yank up that cut off Emma's emotional momentum with a burst of pain between her legs. Emma let out a sharp gasp and was determined to retaliate, but Anna gathered herself and tighten her arms around Emma, yanking up on the leggings again and pulling Emma off her feet. Emma couldn't stop a yelp of pain as the redhead held her in the air, her legs kicking aimlessly and her hands pushing at Anna's wide shoulders in shocked confusion. Anna held her rival in the air as long as she could, then twisted her upper body to throw Emma onto her back. But Anna's grip on the leggings never faltered, and Emma hit the mats bare-legged and stunned. The blonde stared up at the ceiling, vaguely embarrassed at being stripped down to her panties but struggling to find the clarity to get off her back. Anna took heavy breaths as she glared down at her vulnerable opponent but knew she couldn’t rest.
Keeping an ominous hold on Emma's leggings, Anna strode over to where Emma lay on the mats and made her presence known with a quick stomp onto the other woman's bare stomach. Emma let out a weary groan of pain, but Anna had already moved on to stand by Emma's feet. Then, reaching down to grasp Emma's ankles, Anna pulled her opponent's legs straight up into the air, spreading them just enough so she could put her foot on the front of Emma's panties and put most of her weight on her rival's sex. Emma wailed in distress as that pressure on her mound grew moment by moment until it consumed her consciousness, in one moment covering her face to try and endure the pain and in the next reaching futilely for Anna's ankle. Anna leaned back to ease the pressure, only to lean forward again, pressing the sole of her foot down a little harder each time to stomp out Emma's energy and endurance. When Emma resorted to keeping her face covered to mask gasps and moans, Anna stepped back and twisted Emma's legs until the blonde was on her stomach. "You're mine, you damn bitch!" Anna hissed sharply before whipping the leggings back and forth across Emma's nearly bare ass, drawing surprised squeals from the blonde who tried to crawl away desperately. Anna kept pace with those efforts, swinging the leggings back and forth until Emma's backside was bright pink. Then the redhead reached down to grab Emma's hair and halt her escape before slipping the leggings under the Emma's neck. And with a sharp pull up on both legs, Anna pressed the crotch of Emma's own leggings against her throat as she swung a leg over Emma's body to straddle her back.
"I told you I'd kick your ass!" Anna snarled hatefully as she tugged up on the leggings, forcing a fearful whimper from Emma's mouth. "I told you I'd fucking humiliate you! And now everyone will see what a pathetic cxnt you are!" And, having nothing else to say, Anna leaned down and tugged up on both handfuls of material, putting as much pressure as she could on Emma's throat. The blonde struggled to keep herself supported on her hands and knees, her breasts swaying and slapping together as Anna threatened to deny even the slightest breath to her rival. Emma's eyes watered as her heart raced and her lungs ached, knowing that her body was about to fail her. But when Anna gave another violent yank upwards, Emma used a desperate burst of effort to push herself up like she was trying to stand, using Anna's tug and her own strength to stumble up between Anna's legs, toppling the redhead backwards.
The two women fell onto their backs, Anna hitting the mats and Emma landing on top of Anna. The blonde had the presence of mind to roll over onto her surprised rival, the two women laying chest to chest and face to face. And with a malicious snarl, Emma's hands shot out to grab Anna's throat. Anna couldn't even scream as those strong hands locked onto her neck, as vengeful thumbs pressed against her windpipe. Anna kicked her legs frantically, but Emma's own legs tangled with hers. Anna dropped the leggings to push and slap at Emma's face, but the blonde leaned down, both to shield her face from those blows and to fill Anna's vision with the face of the woman who controlled her very life at this moment. Emma's hips bounced against Anna's as the two struggled against each other, and Emma's tits once again smothered Anna's slightly smaller pair. Each moment seemed to last for hours between the two, but Anna's struggles quickly started to fade while Emma's grip only grew tighter. The blonde looked straight into the redhead's eyes, communicating without words that she was only going to ask once.
"Do you give up?"
Anna could only nod. Emma stared down, making it very clear that she didn't *have* to let go. Making her complete victory known, as she pressed her body completely down against Anna's. The redhead's kicking slowed, and two pairs of legs shifted together slowly. The redhead's squirming slowed, and the blonde put a little extra weight on her beaten rival's mound. The redhead’s breasts lay nearly still, until Emma dropped her hold on Anna's throat, Anna's chest rising desperately to take in as much air as she could only for that breath to be slightly limited by the pressure from Emma's tits. Emma gave the other woman a moment to take in some air, although their gazes never separated. And as Anna caught her breath, Emma leaned up and put more weight between Anna's legs, her tits hanging far enough to rest on Anna's prone body.
"Who is the better woman," Emma demanded.
"You are," came the defeated reply.
"Who is the stronger woman?"
"Emma is."
Emma drew herself forward, meeting Anna's hips with an unintentional but meaningful grind. "Who is a weak little bitch?"
"I am," Anna replied with a noticeable tremble in her voice, her cheeks warming up as both women adjusted to a shifting balance of power as well as purposeful shifting of their positions.
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Chapter 2 sometime in the future.
