Titfight Academy, Part 8

[Augur]

Hello to all you fellow fans of titfighting!

I have been working on this monster of a story for a good while now, and as with the earlier chapters, I soon noticed that it was growing to almost unwieldy proportions. That is why I've decided to split this chapter into two or three parts/subsections. The first section I will publish now, and the rest will follow as soon as I can complete it.

Do note that I aim to post the entire 'Titfight Academy, Part 8' in this very same thread, in order to keep the story as whole as possible.

EDIT: Part 8 is now complete! The last portion can be found on page 2.

For those new to the series, the previous chapters include:
Titfight Academy, Part 1
Titfight Academy, Part 2
Titfight Academy, Part 3
Titfight Academy, Part 4
Titfight Academy, Part 5
Titfight Academy, Part 6
Titfight Academy, Part 7

One word of warning: At the end of this post you can find 'reference pictures' of the two fighters involved, Ginny and Fleur. While many readers may prefer to only use their own imagination when it comes to the characters' physical appearance, others find these kids of visual aids useful (and frankly, hot). Now, the photos below are not 100% accurate depictions of how even I imagine Ginny and Fleur to look, the girls' cup sizes may be slightly off etc. But there is definitely significant resemblance. I do hope that including them here doesn't put anyone off.

Okay, that ought to be all for now. Please enjoy the story!


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"One Pair of Boobs to Rule Them All"


Titfight Academy, Part 8 (A)


The much talked-about and eagerly anticipated school titfighting championship tournament was finally at hand. My girlfriend had spent much of the week leading up the event jogging, meditating and working out, and though I'd kept her company through most of that time, Fleur hadn't allowed me to come to any of the one-on-one sparring sessions she'd been having with some mystery girl. She'd refused to tell me who she was training with, but considering the short time-frame, I knew they couldn't be actually going tit-to-tit. There was no way my girlfriend could afford to risk damaging her tits so close to the fights.

During one of those occasions, as I'd wandered around the school grounds deep in thought, I'd run across one of my classmates. Gareth, a tall and muscular third-year had been out on a run, and had spotted me from afar. While we weren't exactly friends, tending to have fairly few interactions outside of lessons, he'd decided to approach me for a chat. That's because, strangely enough, we'd both found ourselves in a very similar situation. Gareth was Angelina's boyfriend (and had been for good three to four months, an unusually long relationship for someone with his reputation) so he'd known exactly what'd had me so preoccupied. We'd spent probably closer to an hour talking, going through all the weird shit that dating a top-ranked titfighter entailed and laughing together about our 'bad' fortune. It was a hard life, all right.

We'd also discussed the upcoming tournament itself, being careful to focus mostly on the two first-years that our girfriends would be facing on Saturday. It wasn't lost on Gareth that neither Ginny nor Lavender seemed to be with a guy at the moment, and he'd flat-out asked me if I thought they might be more interested in girls than boys. I'd reassured him that at least Lavender was very much into dicks, the muscle-bound jock's poorly concealed excitement confirming that his notoriety as a near pathological player and lady-killer was well deserved. The new girls had clearly caught his eye, and I suspected that should either manage to prove their boobs superior to his current fling's big rack, Gareth would be more than tempted to see if the rest of the grass was greener on the other side as well. Angelina's boobs were exremely nice, true, but as we'd both seen, so were Ginny's and Lavender's.

It was somewhat rare - though definitely not unheard of - for a firsty to make it to top ten during the Autumn semester. I knew Angelina had done that, as had Cho just last year. Seeing a rookie beat the reigning champ, however, was extremely unusual. And to have not one but TWO first-years grab the highest spots before Christmas had to my knowledge never happened before. I'd have to check with Hermione to be sure of course, the brunette being famously well-read on the school's (and its extracurricular tradition's) history. And on pretty much everything else for that matter.

This past week, Hermione had been spending less time with my girlfriend and I in the library than she usually did. Both of the brunette's closest friends would be taking part in today's competition, and Hermione was quite understandably doing her best not to take sides. While she would support them both as best she could, she'd also made it clear that neither girl could expect any tactical advice or insight on their opponent. The brainy second-year was staying firmly neutral, and wouldn't be choosing between her BFFs.

As I walked towards the school gym, I realized it was already close to noon. Fleur had left our head students' dorm about half an hour before me, choosing to see if she could clear her mind with a quick jog by the lake before joining the tournament's other participants inside. The normally composed and confident French girl had seemed a little jittery all morning, and I could certainly understand her anxiety. This was a big day for Fleur. The result of today's contest would likely make or break her final year at the Academy; my gorgeous girlfriend would either succeed in reclaiming her lost throne, thereby restoring her legendary tits' recently tarnished reputation, or, if the worst came to pass, become just another footnote in the annals of history. Fleur's perfect win-loss record, which she'd maintained for well over a year, would of course never be the same regardless of what happened today, but by defeating her rivals in the tournament the blonde could at least re-establish her status as the school's alpha female.

It was small consolation that the girl who'd stolen Fleur's title from her hadn't been able to hold on to it, losing the crown after just two weeks. There'd been even more short-lived champions before Lavender of course, but not in recent memory. In any case, I was now starting to run dangerously late, and decided to speed up my pace. My girlfriend would be facing the new top dog Ginny first, and their fight would be followed by a bout between the current and previous number two girls, Lavender and Angelina. A third and final match would then take place between the winners of the two preceding fights, with the victor of that contest being crowned the school champion. The tension was palpable as I entered the packed gym, a buzz of loud, excited murmurs echoing around the room.

While passing by the mat, I spotted three large posters that weren't usually there. Of course. Even though the girls' rankings changed constantly with each battle, they were rarely displayed as an actual, physical list. Certainly not one that was hanged on a wall. The exception to that rule were each semester's first and last events. Like today. I looked at the leftmost sheet of paper first.

START OF TERM
1. Fleur
2. Angelina
3. Padma
4. Alicia
5. Cho
6. Megan
7. Daphne
8. Katie
9. Pansy
10.Tracey

That'd been the situation back in September, when my girlfriend was still undefeated. Because she'd transferred to the Academy as a second-year, at the start of previous school year, Fleur had been given the chance to skip the firsties' initiation tournament by providing 'proof of ability'. She'd done that and more, soundly thrashing her first few opponents and eventually going on to dethrone the old queen Penelope in a tough, closely contested match that'd been later referred to as the 'Clash of the Titans'. All that had taken just a few months, and Fleur's subsequent domination of last year's titfighting scene had been so complete as to make the French girl seem almost invincible. A lot had changed since.

Taking a deep, calming breath, I moved my gaze to look at the second poster.

CURRENT RANKINGS
1. Ginny
2. Lavender
3. Fleur
4. Angelina
5. Padma
6. Alicia
7. Megan
8. Susan
9. Cho
10.Daphne

Besides the obvious changes at the very top of the list, one could spot Susan and the volleyball girl Megan climbing above the Chinese beauty Cho. Megan's victory over the Asian in mid-September hadn't come as a huge shock to me; the (now-graduated) girl from whom Cho had earned her spot at the end of last school year had only very narrowly bested the hot volleyball player's thick, round boobs with her own hangers in an earlier fight. Bertha, the girl in question, was still keenly remembered by the older students for her heavy udders which, despite their significant sag and wobbliness, had been able to flatten a number of skilled fighters with much firmer tits. What'd made Bertha's achievement even more impressive was the fact that her Double D rack wasn't all that big. Bigger than her victims', sure, but not nearly as massive as the old champ Penelope's teats were. Maybe around half way between Fleur and Daphne's racks in size, and much softer than either.

But in spite of their obvious droopiness, Bertha's knockers had put the fear into many hearts, and had famously succeeded in stealing one cute, preppy girl's boyfriend after their fight. I could still recall how devastated the poor girl had looked as her beau fondled Bertha's big jugs, lustfully suckling on those pendulous but undeniably powerful teats right in front of her.

Anyway, then-firsty Cho's perky set had ultimately succeeded in grinding them out in one of the last matches of the term, the sporty Asian showing her knack for humiliation by telling Bertha not to wear a bra to her graduation. Karma's a bitch, alright. The sight of those soft, heavy udders flopping all around the place had stayed with me for the whole summer, and I wasn't ashamed to admit that it'd served as the inspiration for quite a few, ahem, 'solo lovemaking' sessions. That is, when I wasn't thinking about my gorgeous girlfriend of course. As nice as Bertha's ample, fleshy curves were, they couldn't really hope to compete with Fleur's incredible body.

Her big hangers certainly hadn't been able to. The girls had faced each other pretty late in the previous Autumn semester, and even though the fight had been brutal, it'd also been short. Looking back, it was easy to see why Bertha's strategy of simply bashing the opposing set flat with powerful boob-slams hadn't worked quite as intended. Her main advantage - greater size and mass - had been rather minor against Fleur's big jugs, while the difference in breast density went very firmly against the robustly-built girl. They'd traded blows for a few minutes before the larger, much softer rack began to wilt, the French blonde's pert tits sinking deeper and deeper into Bertha's loose, quickly weakening flesh. That'd been my girlfriend's fourth or fifth win at the Academy, and the one immediately preceding her match against Penelope.

As my overstimulated mind rushed to picture the old champ's huge, round mammaries, their imposing heft permanently imprinted into my memory, I could feel my already half-erect penis twitch in my pants. Struggling to concentrate on something else, I glanced at the ranking posters again. The third sheet of paper on the wall, titled "Autumn Semester Final Results", was empty. Today's event was the last gathering before the Christmas holidays, and I knew the list would be filled out upon its conclusion.

Looking around the room, I saw that most students had already taken their seats, everyone chatting excitedly and making predictions on the outcome of today's championship tournament. There were even rumours about some third-year boys taking wagers on the results, and knowing my classmates, I didn't find that at all difficult to believe. Betting was pretty much the national sport here after all. To be perfectly honest, I might've been tempted to put some money on Fleur myself, had I heard about the possibility in time.

There weren't too many seats left, but I was lucky enough to find a single empty spot in the second row. The girls sitting right in front of me were also short enough not to interfere with my view of the mat and, as I tried to listen in on their hushed, moderately giggly conversation, didn't seem to be rooting for anyone in particular today. One of the firsties - and the girls had to be those, since I didn't know any of them by name - was busy entertaining her friends with a rather detailed account of the argument Ginny and Lavender had gotten into during their history class excursion. From what I could make out there seemed to have been a cute, doe-eyed Italian boy involved, but the girls' high-pitched squeals were very effective in drowning out all the juicy parts.

"Hey, you've fought her once, Romilda," the thin, somewhat mousy first-year said after her story's apparent conclusion. "Before all those older girls lost to her. Is she really that good?"

Her friend, a prettier-looking girl with dark brown, curly hair and a fairly nice bust shrugged. "I dunno. Lav's boobs are bigger than mine, and I guess a bit firmer too, but they didn't really feel all that special," she replied slowly, scrunching her mouth slightly as she thought. "I mean, when I went against Susan, her rack pretty much knocked me flat from the get-go. Never even had a chance. With Lavender the match was way longer, and I thought I could hold my own. For a while, anyway. In the end her boobs just kinda outlasted mine."

The other firsties looked at the brunette with interest, nodding slowly. It was obvious that they weren't titfighters themselves, having probably only taken part in one initiation match before deciding to settle for a spectator status. I knew that little more than half of the female students here frequented the mat with any kind of regularity, the remainder being either too shy to bare their tits in front of everyone, or, more often, not really having been 'blessed by the boob fairy' in the first place. A girl would need to have a pretty damn nice set if she wanted to beat the competition, after all.

Glancing around for some familiar 'faces', I quickly spotted Hermione's cute, shapely figure. She'd come here together with Ginny's friend Luna, the girls sitting right behind the sporty redhead. Today's four contestants had been provided with separate chairs closer to the mat, a VIP stand of sorts, and were currently chatting with Padma. The Indian girl herself had simply knelt down as she spoke to the other girls. On my right, Susan and Hannah had chosen to pick their seats next to a group of fellow first-years.

After a minute or two, the Indian second-year Padma stepped onto the mat. I took a moment to admire her lean and nimble figure, which was clad in a comfortable-looking tank top and matching yoga pants. Though she wasn't as curvacious as many other girls at the Academy, the girl's slender frame and delicate facial features complemented each other well. Or, as one of my less eloquent classmates had put it, she was plenty hot for a skinny chick.

"Okay everyone, welcome to this year's last fight event," Padma called out loudly, causing the sound levels to drop noticeably as the crowd realized that the tournament was about to begin. Because she was the highest-ranking girl not to take part in today's competition, the second-year had been asked to 'referee' the matches. Which in practise mostly meant that she'd be acting as the announcer. "I know you're all eager to see some boobs," she continued with a smile, "And to be honest, with a roster like this, so am I!" Loud cheers greeted the Indian girl's words, a few guys even going as far as to start chanting their favourite's name. While at least two of them seemed to be rooting for Fleur, I did hear Ginny and Angelina get just as much attention. Maybe Lavender too, it was hard to tell with all the yelling. Padma's grin widened as she took in the students' obvious excitement.

"Hear that, girls? Your fan base is already getting restless!", she hollered, working the crowd as she turned to look at the competitors. "Come on, get down here before they tear the whole place down! Let's get this thing rolling!"

The four competitors stepped forward, waving at the audience as they joined Padma on the mat. I saw Angelina lean in to say something to Ginny, and the redhead grinned at the dark-skinned beauty, obviously amused. There was no hope of making out what it'd been about, but my girlfriend's body language seemed to indicate that the quip had been aimed at her. The gorgeous French blonde crossed her arms under her impressive bust, not looking impressed. I noticed her exhange a few hostile glares with Lavender as well while the crowd's last, scattered yells abated.

"Since we have a pretty unusual match-up today, I should probably go through some basics," Padma intoned, her voice clear and measured. "First, the current boob queen Ginny will be facing her predecessor and last year's champion, Fleur!" the Indian second-year paused for a moment, waiting for the commotion to die down again before continuing. "After they've settled their differences, we will watch the old and new number two fighters, Angelina and Lavender, match tits for the right to face the winner," she announced. "Only one girl will be leaving this room with her boobs intact, others have to nurse their poor, defeated udders back into health over the holidays!" Everyone cheered as Padma worked the crowd, and even the competitors themselves seemed to smile a bit. Or at least they flashed sly, suggestive smirks at each other in an effort to get under their rivals' skin.

The Indian student finally asked Lavender and Angelina to return to their seats, and the two girls nodded, strutting off the mat to make room for the first competition of the day. I noticed that both were wearing similarly smug expressions on their faces, apparently feeling quite confident about their own chances later on.


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Meanwhile, Ginny and Fleur had started to lose some excess clothing, the girls peeling off their shirts and grinning at the approving catcalls that followed. The redheaded firsty was wearing a mint green sport bra and a pair of very form-fitting orange workout pants, while my girlfriend had opted for turquoise lingerie and some pretty tight jeans.
I couldn't help but stare at Fleur's incredible figure, admiring how slender yet shapely it was. Like always, the French blonde looked nothing short of drop-dead gorgeous. From her svelte, delicate shoulders, pronounced bust and narrow waist, down to that delicious, flawlessly rounded bum and lean thighs and legs, Fleur was a veritable goddess among women. She truly was every guy's dream.

With a wide, familiar smile, my girlfriend started removing her top, Ginny being quick to follow her example. I watched the French beauty's full, dense jugs bounce once and then wiggle a bit as she tossed the bra away, a deafening roar of cheers greeting the gesture. Fleur didn't seem at all surprised by the crowd's bolsterous reaction, welcoming their oohs, aahs and whistles with a confident smirk. Baring a spectacular pair of pert DD boobs tended to garner that kind of response. My girlfriend's amazing breasts sat high on her chest and had an almost imperceptibly small amount of sag, the bare minimum required to maintain a natural look. They were large, firm and enviably round, and I didn't think I'd ever get tired of ogling at them. Fleur's gorgeous orbs were quite simply perfect.

But as much as I wanted to claim otherwise, they weren't the firmest pair in the room. Ginny's smaller, more conically-shaped breasts looked absolutely rock-hard, completely ignoring the laws of physics and pointing straight out of her chest as if they were made of marble. The skin covering those exceedingly perky boobs was also smooth and flawless, the ivory tone almost glowing in the bright light. The sporty redhead grinned widely as she presented her rack to the crowd, even arching her toned back slightly to give everyone a better look. I swallowed, trying not to let my anxiety show. I could see my girlfriend observing the show with a stony expression, the blonde's gaze locked onto her opponent's insanely tight tits, and clearly making rapid mental calculations. While the difference in shape and apparent density wasn't too big, especially considering my girlfriend's significant lead in mass and size, it was there. Fleur had finally encountered someone with a firmer pair of breasts.

The rest of Ginny's lean, toned body looked just about as hard as her tits did. It was compact and tight all over, and though the redhead's curves were of course more modest than Fleur's, her ass and legs looked absolutely incredible. Their sculpted shape actually reminded me of some, uh, fitness models I may or may not have come across on the internet. Whereas my girlfriend had a nice, flat stomach, Ginny raised the stakes with some visible muscle definition, her abs appearing to be just shy of a full-blown six pack. The sporty first-year wasn't as buff or sinewy as Angelina, but you could tell she hit the gym pretty often. Come to think of it, besides the black girl, I couldn't think of anyone with a more ripped body than Ginny's. While Megan, Katie and Alicia were all highly athletic, they also had some padding on top of their muscles (not that I was complaining, mind you!), and even Cho's sleek, lean figure seemed to fall slightly short of the redhead's more pronounced definition. Ginny wasn't anything resembling a bodybuilder to be sure, being lithe rather than brawny.

She also appeared to be slightly shorter than my girlfriend, but the redhead's small, perky tits stood so high on her chest that their racks met at pretty much the same level. Well, in all fairness the firsty didn't really have anything to be ashamed of in terms of size either, her boobs looking like large C cups to me. She probably had Cho outgunned, and wasn't far behind Padma. It was only because the French blonde's big jugs had roughly one and a half cup sizes on them that Ginny's set appeared somewhat modest in comparison. Further contrast between the girls was provided by Ginny's exceedingly pale complexion, Fleur's lightly tanned skin tone looking positively dark next to the ginger-haired girl.

I was so intent on studying the two fighters that I almost missed the first breast-to-breast contact, Fleur bringing her right boob to Ginny's left. The sporty redhead inhaled softly as she felt the French girl's firm orb lightly brush her perky teat, and neither could prevent the low moan that escaped their mouths as their sensitive peaks made contact. My girlfriend's boobs were considerably larger and somewhat rounder than Ginny's more conical teats, but while their shape made them look softer than the redhead's, direct contact seemed to indicate that the difference wasn't too significant. Neither set gave much ground, and Ginny's face tightened visibly as she felt the gorgeous blonde's large orbs resisting her own breasts.

"Wow, those are pretty awesome," Fleur murmured, licking her lips as she gazed at the sporty redhead. "I knew they'd feel nice and firm, but damn, your boobs are almost as good as mine. Almost, but not quite."

"Don't make me laugh, Frenchy" the redhead sneered back, shoving her rack forward more forcefully. "These firm tits are way better than your big, flabby pillows. Just watch as I spear them."

I heard my girlfriend grunt, Ginny's perky, compact breasts pushing into hers with greater pressure. Both women forced their dense flesh against the other, but this time, only one pair remained almost entirely unyielding. I watched in growing alarm as Fleur's perfect breasts began to push inward, compressing slightly at the center while the redhead's smaller tits held their shape. Fuck, they really were every bit as firm as they looked. Despite having no doubt mentally prepared for it, my girlfriend still looked surprised to see Ginny's pert boobs slowly burrow into her own set.

But even though the French girl's large, round jugs did give more, the movement came to a sudden stop when Ginny's tits met the thick flesh beneath the surface, Fleur's inner tissue successfully resisting the invasion attempt. I let out an audible sigh of relief as I watched my girlfriend's boobs reach a point where they held the rest of their shape, refusing to yield any more real estate to the redhead's insanely firm pair. I'd of course witnessed a similar scene many times before - compact, pert breasts denting a bigger rack slightly - but never nad I seen my gorgeous girlfriend at the receiving end.

My girlfriend grunted and groaned as she felt for the first time in her life an even firmer pair of breasts pushing against her own jugs. Ginny's smirk was clearly visible on her pretty, freckled face, and the redhead watched hungrily how her pert boobs tried to dig into the more plentiful flesh. I noticed that the entire room had gone deathly silent while everyone drank in the sight.

"Yeahhh," the sporty redhead breathed, flashing her dismayed opponent a grin and looking rather satisfied with herself. While the modelesque blonde's big tits were nowhere near speared, compressing only a bit despite the exceedingly dense orbs they were struggling against, Ginny had definitely proved her point. Fleur let out an involuntary gasp as she felt the toned redhead continue to taunt her rack with her superior firmness, and it was easy to tell she'd never been in this position before.

"There we go, Fleur. Whose boobs did you say were better again?" Ginny asked smugly, meeting the French girl's annoyed scowl with a sneer.

"Fuck you, Ginger," the blonde hissed. "Those pointy little tits may be just a tiny bit harder, but that's it. Mine are better in every other way."

Fleur didn't wait for her opponent's reply, lifting her large, thick jugs up for a moment before setting them down on top of Ginny's. The redhead grunted as she felt the weight of her opponent's powerful breasts on hers. While neither pair of tits budged much, Ginny's set did yield slightly to the considerable mass of dense titlesh above. I looked on as the girls kept their tits pressed together, rolling their torsos from side to side and grinding those two impressively firm pairs left and right. My girlfriend kept moving her bigger, heavier boobs over and around the sporty girl's perky boobs, and I could see how the tops of Ginny's firm, pale tits flattened a bit while Fleur's larger jugs dented slightly more noticeably from below. Both chests seemed to shift and mold a bit, but kept most of their original shape even as the contact increased. I noticed that the redhead's smug grin had all but disappeared, the first-year having to divert her attention to the task at hand.

Fleur thrust forward a bit, landing a solid blow on Ginny's right breast and causing it to wiggle enticingly. Still, it looked like the redhead's insanely hard orb didn't move as much as my girl's more ample flesh did. The modelesque French girl glanced down, almost as if she was checking her tits' resistance. Apparently satisfied that her legendary chest was indeed holding its own, Fleur shoved forward again.

I could hear Ginny's muffled grunts as my gorgeous girlfriend unleashed a volley of blows, my girlfriend trying to pull the redhead into them by wrapping her arms around the girl's waist. Ginny seemed to have been caught by surprise by the move, letting out a sharp hiss when Fleur's boobs met hers dead on during one of the blows. The impacts at last succeeded in making the first-year's exceedingly dense tits compress visibly, and the girl's pretty, freckled face was starting to show more and more discomfort as the tide turned. The French blonde apparently felt it too, and immediately set out to pulverizing Ginny's pert set.

Unfortunately for my girlfriend, this wasn't the redhead's first titfight. I watched as Ginny quickly wrapped her lean arms around Fleur's back and pulled hard. It was now Fleur's turn to look perturbed, the French girl's eyes widening as she felt the impossibly dense tits of the redhead push into her rounder boobs, their racks meeting tip-to-tip once again. Ginny immediately began grinding her well-toned torso against Fleur's, forcing the busty blonde backwards with her body and planting those pert tits into Fleur's larger set with carefully engineered twists of her shoulders. My girlfriend's big, firm tits shook and shifted, while almost no noticeable movement occurred in Ginny's - save for some nice, enticing jiggling in both pairs of thick breasts.

"Not many sets can do this, huh?" the young redhead asked, grinning. Fleur grunted in affirmative, looking almost fascinated as she watched Ginny's pert breasts trying to penetrate her own orbs. "Why don't we show everyone just how firm my champion boobs are? Let's grind them into those big, floppy jugs a bit," the increasingly cocky first-year suggested.

My girlfriend opened her mouth, but Ginny cut off her comeback by leaning back and then quickly pushing her pert chest into Fleur's. The gorgeous French girl groaned as her big, round globes yielded again, the redhead's boobs invading their space once again. Ginny immediately began a small, circular grinding motion, seemingly avoiding any nipple to nipple contact and pushing my girl's thick tits around. "Merde," Fleur groaned in obvious discomfort. I saw my girlfriend try to move her hands up to Ginny's shoulders, but as she released the latter's forearms, Ginny made the move first and laid her palms on Fleur's shoulders. When my girlfriend tried to pull Ginny closer, the red-haired girl's hands halted Fleur's efforts. I realized quickly that Ginny's strategy allowed her to grind her tits over and around the French blonde's boobs while she shook her chest. I was impressed by the thought, but worried for my girlfriend as she winced and grunted.

"You know, I was expecting more from you, Frenchy" the sporty redhead sneered, her smile strained but unmistakably smug. "All those other girls seem to think your boobs are some mythical creatures or something. Turns out they're really just nice, soft pillows for my better boobs."

"We'll see about that, tiny tits," Fleur spat back, practically growling at the lean, toned firsty. "You're going to learn the same lesson they did. Tomorrow, when you're nursing those little boobs back to health, you'll understand exactly why my jugs are considered the best in the school."

Having evidently gotten tired of her younger opponent's constant taunting, the modelesque blonde rammed her rack into Ginny's with considerable force, slamming her large, firm globes against the redhead's smaller tits. For the briefest moment I saw the firsty's perky pair begin to dig into Fleur's more generous bust, before their chests disappeared into one big mass of molding titflesh. Ginny tried to set her feet, but my girlfriend pulled back, thrusting forward again. The blow rocked Ginny's tight tits, which jiggled with the force of the blow, the redhead's incredibly dense flesh curling and waving deliciously. They regained their original, pert shape very quickly though, the ripples dying down as Ginny's set assumed its unmoving form again. The toned first-year also sent a retaliatory jab at my girlfriend, denting the blonde's big, perfect jugs with a sudden blow.

Fleur looked determined to crush the redhead's perky rack, driving both of her firm boobs into the smaller pair again, hard. Ginny's pretty face scrunched as she fought the pain, her brown eyes squeezing shut for a short moment. The French blonde appeared to have no intention of letting up, and I watched her pull back a short way. Before Ginny could recover, the modelesque blonde struck again, bashing the smaller set with one violent thrust after another. The sporty first-year seemed staggered by the blows, and she took several backward steps during the assault. It did look like Fleur's large, firm orbs bounced and jiggled more than Ginny's, but that was only natural considering their sizes. As the redhead tried to recover, my girlfriend took a moment to repay Ginny for her earlier verbal attacks.

"What's the matter, missy? Did my big, firm jugs prove too much for you already?" Fleur asked in a silky voice, her tone dripping with honeyed venom. "I'm not done yet. Bring your cute boobs over here, they look like they could use some extra tutoring."

"From a saggy old bitch like you? Give me a break," the toned first-year snapped, rubbing her reddened tits discreetly as she glared at my girlfriend. I saw Fleur's normally gorgeous lips curl into a rather nasty smirk. "A break? I don't think so. My boobs are going to put your those little titties in detention. Nothing teaches humility like a good ol' beating, and I'm more than happy to give them one."

Ginny stalked closer slowly, her nostrils flaring. "Prepare to eat your words, granny. Along with your floppy, loose tits."

Both pairs of breasts met in the middle, jockeying for position between the two young women. Once again my girl's big, firm orbs jiggled and pushed in slightly, while the redhead's perky boobs seemed to hold their shape better. Ginny leaned back just for a moment, and struck, sending her pert tits against Fleur's. The French girl moaned as she felt the redhead's incredibly firm sets slam into her mammaries, and Ginny repeated the motion. I watched Fleur's perfect jugs balloon from the impact, though they regained their shape as soon as the smaller pair withdrew. They were still shaking when Ginny landed another blow, sending her left tit into Fleur's left breast by swinging her chest. Fleur's left breast slapped into her right, causing both to ripple. "Fuck yeah," the sporty redhead smirked with unfeigned glee. "Look at that, your jiggly set is already applauding my victory!"

Another solid blow shook my girlfriend's tits, bouncing her firm flesh momentarily. The redhead stabbed forward again, and her left breast thumped against Fleur's right, while her right breast just glanced the French girl's left orb. Fleur didn't make a sound, instead slamming back. Both women groaned as their flesh met straight on, sending ripples through both pairs. I shifted in my seat, trying to get comfortable. Fleur's next shot sent Ginny's boobs up and back again, her pale flesh obviously beginning to feel the fight as they'd turned an angry red. Despite the discoloration, the redhead's smaller breasts still didn't shake much, even when being pushed up by my girlfriend's amazing globes, and Ginny quickly responded by slamming forward so that her pert breasts burrowed into the French blonde's full, beautiful tits.

"Oh fuck," Fleur gurgled. Her tits folded around the redhead's invading pair, but slowly shifted back, and almost seemed to push against Ginny's perky boobs. Sweat was starting to show on both women's chests. Fleur cursed loudly, but slammed her arms around Ginny's biceps. Soon their breasts were mashed against each other, and I wondered with some concern, given the incredible firmness of the redhead's pert tits, how my girl's rounder pair would hold up. The crowd stared in silence as Ginny and Fleur tried to push the other pair of tits off their rival's chest. The French blonde pushed up when she felt her tits slip under Ginny's, while holding Ginny so the redhead couldn't lean back. The first-year's tits looked distorted, pushed up, when Fleur was able to gain the advantage. When Ginny was able to slip her tits down, she simply pushed forward, using her tits as spears. I watched in major concern as Fleur's full breasts seemed to mold around Ginny's firm, pert tits. They shifted and struggled for some time, my eyes never leaving the scene. Ginny was staring at their straining chests as well, and with a hungry look. She had an almost predatory smile on her cute, attractive face.

"I hope you've got insurance, Frenchy" Ginny drawled with an unfiendly smirk, "'Cause these big jugs are gonna need some serious remodeling after this. You might even want to look into getting entirely new ones, I hear boob-jobs are pretty cheap these days." A few girls laughed at the quip, and Fleur winced a bit as the redhead ground her set deeper into her large, firm boobs. My girlfriend looked uncomfortable, but kept meeting her rival's shoves, forcing her thick rack against the opposing pair. The French girl's legendary orbs were still holding their shape for the most part, but were obviously under considerable strain as they fought to keep Ginny's perky tits at bay.

I stared at their quivering chests in wonder, not daring to touch my throbbing erection. While it did look like the redhead's pair was burrowing further into opposing flesh, I also wondered if the weight of Fleur's larger boobs was causing Ginny just as much discomfort. My gorgeous girlfriend grunted as she pushed back against the redhead's tight tits, and Ginny groaned with the new pressure on her chest. Each girl seemed to take turns doling out punishment; as the redhead thrust forward her pert boobs seemed to dent Fleur's more ample breasts, but when the French girl shoved back, lifting her heavy jugs above Ginny's, the smaller set seemed to compress quite a bit as well. The redhead's hiss confirmed that she didn't find the sensation particularly pleasant.

"Something wrong, pointy tits?" Fleur growled, tightening her hold around the younger girl. "Looks like you're the one who should be thinking about an upgrade. Maybe start with decent size so you can finally stop wearing training bras?"

"Funny," Ginny sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You just keep pulling my tits into your soft, malleable jugs, Frenchy," she replied. “Show everyone how much firmer mine are."

As much as I wanted to deny it, the pretty, lean redhead did seem to have a point. Fleur's larger and rounder boobs were definitely yielding a lot of real estate to the first-year's incredibly dense pair. Ginny groaned softly as she pulled at the blonde even harder, and I saw my girlfriend's boobs balloon visibly. Fleur let out a low groan, grimacing at the sensation. The redhead pulled her opponent in again, and this time Fleur's tits were shoved from the center out. "Merde," Fleur whispered, starting to look worried.

"Fuck yes, watch them fold around my better boobs," the redhead whispered. "Feels amazing, doesn't it? Your big, fat udders just melting away, slowly surrending to a dominant pair. It's almost poetic really, like-"

Ginny's little monologue was cut off as Fleur growled in anger and jumped upwards, managing to land a crushing blow on top of the redhead's smaller tits. It happened fast enough that both young women stumbled, but my girlfriend was able to hold on to Ginny, stabilizing both her opponent and herself. The redhead thrust forward as soon as both girl were steady, but Fleur's hands on her shoulders slowed the attack, and Ginny's flesh only grazed against the French blonde's jugs. Fleur, realizing she had an opening, thrust forward as hard as she could. It was Ginny's turn to groan as she felt the dense tits of her opponent envelop her pert, compact pair. I noticed that Fleur winced as well, but her arms immediately went around the waist of her toned opponent.

Fleur began twisting her torso violently, doing her best to grind away the redhead's more pointy set. Since meeting them straight-on seemed to favour Ginny, my girl appeared to have moved on to 'horizontal mashing', dragging their boobs across each other from left to right and back again. I wasn't sure how effective her method would've been at the very beginning of the fight, but now that Ginny's tits had loosened up a bit from their initial, almost entirely unyielding state, it was definitely getting a reaction. The new approach was causing the redhead's firm, perky breasts to move with Fleur's larger jugs, the more conically shaped pair bending slightly to whichever direction the blonde wanted. Ginny grunted and shifted in the hug, trying to pull away from the French beauty, but my girlfriend held on to her rival stubbornly.

I watched Fleur's arms tighten around the waist of the sporty redhead, her muscles becoming more defined as she increased the pressure. While my girlfriend wasn't anywhere near as visibly ripped as Ginny, she took good care of herself and was in excellent shape. In terms of upper body strength Fleur might actually be able to match the slightly shorter and lighter redhead, and though the first-year's sculpted legs did appear to hold the edge in the lower body department, I knew that my girl's regular jogs had given her thighs lots of hidden power. Feeling her wrap them tightly around me was a huge turn-on every time Fleur and I tussled in bed. She'd even made me tap out a few times by crushing my torso, teaching me to be wary of her squeezes.

Ginny gasped when a particularly violent twist seemed to send shockwaves through her pert right orb, and she gritted her teeth as she redoubled her efforts. I watched with some trepidation as the redhead's toned arms tightened, her small but clearly visible muscles becoming more and more pronounced as Ginny tried to push Fleur out of the bearhug. Fleur grunted in frustration, and for the time being, Ginny's defense seemed to work. The shapely French blonde was forced to stop the breast assault and to concentrate on keeping her big boobs in contact with the redhead's perkier pair.

"Going somewhere, Ginny?" Fleur groaned as her impressive breasts were brought to a standstill. "Did you finally realize that those little boobs can't compete with mine? Just admit it, my perfect jugs are way too big and firm for you."

"Screw you, snail-eating slut" Ginny grunted back. "I'm going to grind your floppy sacks into dust."

I saw both girls' arms start to tremble, but the redhead suddenly gave up her attempts to push the French girl away. Instead, Ginny wrapped her toned limbs around her opponent, matching Fleur's hold. Both fighters tightened their grip, and I watched them wince in pain and frustration as the girls positioned their sets to put as much pressure on the other's firm breasts as possible.

"Gotta admit, Ginny, you've got some serious tits," Fleur panted in a strained voice, exertion clearly taking its toll on the modelesque blonde. "It's no wonder you managed to spear Lavender's jiggly udders with them. But they're not going to be enough against me."

The shapely French girl squeezed hard, and I again marveled how her smooth arms bulged with sudden muscle defition for a second or two before returning to their normal state. My girlfriend's big, perfect breasts were bulging quite a bit to the sides, but clearly still holding their shape much better than Ginny would've liked. The lean redhead tried to force her hard, perky boobs deeper into her opponent's thick rack, denting the more ample flesh visibly. Fleur winced, but flexed her shoulders in return and earned a groan from Ginny as the girl felt her tight tits compress more as well, the exceedingly firm flesh pushing out slightly.

"We both know it's just a matter of time, Gin," the gorgeous French girl grunted as she poured on the pressure. "I can feel those perky little boobs starting to open up." The redhead groaned as Fleur thrust her shapely hips and torso forward, putting all of her weight behind the attack. "You're insanely firm, I'll grant you that. Firmer than anyone I've fought before. But my big, perfect tits are still going to flatten you," Fleur hissed. Ginny reached up, putting her hands on her opponents's lowest ribs and tried to gain purchase.

"Really?" The French blonde snorted. "You honestly think you can save those puppies by running away?" My girlfriend rolled her beautiful eyes, flexing her arms as she hugged the redhead closer.

Ginny groaned, but tried to move her right leg, apparently hoping to gain a bit of leverage by trapping Fleur's left leg. The older girl seemed to notice it too, glancing down. But she was too late. With a sudden burst of strength, Ginny thrust forward, sending her entire body onto Fleur's.

Caught completely by surprise, the French blonde lost her footing, falling backwards with a cute yelp. Fleur landed on her back, the mat making a loud thwack that echoed around the room. True to her quick and lithe appearance, Ginny's hands immediately made their way to Fleur's shoulders. I was amazed at the sudden turn. The French girl looked disoriented, only slowly realizing the peril she was now in.

Ginny on the other hand had a maniacal grin on her face, admiring the perfectly proportioned female body trapped underneath her. Though the first-year was extremely attractive herself, and many guys with a thing for red hair or sportiness might well prefer her looks over the French girl's, the common consensus was that Fleur was the hottest babe around. The glint in Ginny's eye indicated that she too felt my girlfriend's allure, but right now, the redhead seemed to take even greater pleasure in the fact that she had the gorgeous Frenchwoman completely at her mercy. Smirking while she held Fleur in place by the shoulders, the redhead lowered her firm breasts onto the older girl's prodigious chest. I heard several loud gasps come from the audience as we watched their racks meet. Fleur's larger bust, already less pronounced because of the gravity, pushed out to the sides further as Ginny allowed her perky breasts to nestle in the flesh of her modelesque opponent. "Oh god, that feels so fucking awesome. I could get used to this. My superior tits sinking into your soft udders."

"Well, that's just too bad," Fleur hissed, obviously in significant discomfort. "Because in a few minutes, your empty sacks won't be able to displace a bowl of pudding, much less my firm boobs!"

Ginny's only response was a short, dry laugh, and she shook her head mockingly, smiling at the blonde's denial with badly faked pity. It certainly didn't look good for Fleur, I thought, swallowing thickly as I watched the redhead slide her sculpted legs between my girlfriend's and provide herself with some more purchase to hold the struggling third-year down.

Ginny lowered her pert breasts back onto the larger rack, Fleur letting out a low groan as she felt the hard, focused pressure on her prized globes. I could only look on as the sporty first-year ground their breasts together, slowly moving back and forth, while my girlfriend grunted at the painful sensation. The gorgeous blonde began to struggle more forcefully, knowing perfectly well what would happen if she didn't escape the pin.

The toned redhead atop her gave my girlfriend an evil smile. She pushed up, using her arms, and after a short pause let her insanely firm tits slam into Fleur's now defenseless mammaries. I noticed a small wince on Ginny's face, but it was nothing compared to the moan that the French girl let out. Ginny stopped her assault for a moment, waiting for Fleur's eyes to slowly open before pushing up and dropping down again. The brutal blow from her dense boobs drew a gasp from the blonde's prostrate form - as well as from the audience. The redhead leaned back and looked down at her handiwork.

“You're gonna pay for that, bitch,” The French girl growled suddenly. I saw my girlfriend's long, lean legs snap up, catching the redhead around the waist. Ginny had obviously not been expecting that kind of move, and her pretty eyes widened almost comically as she moved her hands immediately to her waist, trying to pry the blonde's thighs open. Having been in the exact same position before, I could sympathize with the redhead's panic. Fleur wasn't going to wait around to see if she'd be able to get out, however, twisting her hips violently. Once again startled by the sudden motion, Ginny fell with a muffled 'oof', landing on her side. She looked completely bewildered at having been womanhandled by the beauty queen, and I could hear both disappointed murmurs and excited cheers from the audience.

Keeping her legs still wrapped around the redhead, Fleur twisted her own torso and rolled them around, with herself on top of the redhead. As Ginny continued to pry at my girlfriend's deceptively strong legs, the latter grabbed the pinned girl's wrists, and, after a brief struggle, used her leverage to pin the redhead, soon mirroring the position that Ginny had trapped her in. She did make sure to have the redhead's toned thighs between her own though, not eager to be caught in a bodyscissors herself. Ginny's legs looked very dangerous, and I definitely wouldn't have wanted to test their power.

"I guess it's my turn now, Ginger," Fleur hissed menacingly. She slammed down with no further ceremony, dropping her large, perfect breasts against the redhead's trapped pair. Despite their considerable firmness, Ginny smaller tits compressed impressively, the dense breastmeat jiggling on her chest as the first-year let out a pained moan. Fleur let her big, heavy jugs rest atop the more compact pair for a moment, clearly enjoying Ginny's strained grunts and groans. The second shot seemed to send the redhead's tight tits spreading outward visibly, and while Fleur's thick jugs flattened as well, their position ensured that they didn't seem to suffer as much. She was letting gravity do the work for her now.

"You could've let me flatten those little boobs slowly and gently," Fleur murmured, gazing into her opponent's teary eyes. The painful slams had actually made the redhead's eyes water, and she was blinking furiously to clear her vision. "But no, you just had to make this personal."

Another boob slam from my girlfriend's rack blasted into Ginny's firm, quivering teats. Both pairs of breasts were beginning to morph around the other, and I heard a vocal reaction from each girl as their boobs melded together. The French blonde's anger apparently helped her ignore some of the pain, however, and she kept up the attack. Fleur bashed the smaller rack with her own again, and I could hear Ginny curse loudly as she felt the force of the blow. Both sets of firm tits splashed out, waves of flesh moving toward the respective side of her breasts. The redhead's struggles seemed to stop, and her eyes closed as she felt the pain course through her.

Fleur let out a long, wounded hiss, pausing for a moment to rest. "Ready to give up, Ginny?" she asked, sounding slightly winded. "Just say the words, and I'll stop. It'd be a shame to have to ruin tits as nice as yours."

"Fuck you, bitch!"

With a quick jerk, the redhead's hands grasped Fleur's wrists and pulled them outwards, forcing the shapely French girl to lose her purchase astride Ginny's more sinewy frame. As my girlfriend had already pressed her body against Ginny's, the former did not fall, though she did gasp in surprise as the redhead tried to roll away. I saw Fleur reach out to grab Ginny's left arm, but she was too late. The first-year muscled her way through, pushing my girlfriend off her toned frame and quickly rolling away.

Both girls stood up carefully, their firm but badly buised breasts heaving as they caught their breath. Fleur's big rack had reddened violently and seemed to be hanging lower than usual. As I studied those round, for their size and weight almost pert boobs more closely, I could see they'd lost much of their perfect shape, drooping slightly. Ginny's tight little tits had suffered serious damage as well, their flesh having gone to an even deeper red tone and jiggling noticeably as the redhead cupped her sore boobs. At the beginning of the fight they'd stayed almost completely still even when Ginny moved about, the girl's remarkably dense breastmeat showing only minute ripples and having precious little bounce. Compared to that unyielding early reference point, they looked almost wobbly.

Even so, what really caught my attention was the dark look on my girlfriend's gorgeous, sweaty face. I'd seen it only a few times before, mercifully, but I knew what it meant. Someone was in serious trouble.

"Okay, you orange-haired skank. End of the road. I'm going to destroy your miserable little tits," the French girl said in a low, dangerous voice, her eyes blazing.

"With what, you saggy whore?" Ginny spat back. "Those soft, bouncy boobs are done. My firmer tits have ground them out."

"Oh yeah? Prove it," Fleur hissed, looking angrier than I'd ever seen her.

Ginny didn't disappoint. She made a sudden charge, giving her opponent barely enough time to brace herself. Fleur seemed to be counting on her breasts' significantly greater mass and volume to ward off the attack, but she'd underestimated the redhead. Ginny twisted her torso, using the momentum to plow her hard right tit straight into Fleur's waiting right mammary.

"Oh, fucckkk!" the French girl wailed as her large, round boob caved in, Fleur's legendarily firm flesh splashing out and shimmying violently as it took the blow from Ginny's even harder boob. My girlfriend was quick to recover though, something I could only attribute to her enraged mental state, and I watched her lean forward to thrust back. Fleur landed two good hits as her breasts slammed into Ginny's, the latter still trying to recoup from her lunge. Both women winced at the blow, and Fleur grabbed Ginny's shoulders, with the redhead mirroring her move.

The two fighters were once more locked into a bearhug, and both seemed perfectly happy to start thrashing their opponent's rack. The tips of Ginny's perky tits met Fleur's time and again as both alternated between grinding their tits together and then bashing them lightly. Each breast met the other and morphed in its own way. Ginny's normally immovable boobs seemed to shift more and more as they pushed against Fleur's dense orbs. Her right breast shifted up a few times as Fleur landed blows on the underside of her cute, compact titty, and I saw both girls look down more than once to gauge the other. Neither looked as confident as before.

We all watched as Ginny shifted to the side, scraping her tits against Fleur's. Both pairs shifted noticeably, with the smaller set moving up and over Fleur's larger rack. The French beauty winced as she felt her big teats yield a substantial amount of ground, Ginny pulling her pert chest over her opponent's. As soon as the young redhead's boobs slid back into shape, she swung. Fleur grunted loudly as Ginny's hard breasts dented her larger orbs, and the French girl couldn't prevent an expletive from leaving her mouth in a hiss. Encouraged by the reaction, Ginny stayed on the offensive, choosing to try to pull her impressive pair right through the thick, heavy jugs of her opponent. Both women stared, mesmerized, as Ginny's left breast slid over and around Fleur's left globe, making its way across the bigger girl's cleavage before reaching the other boob and handing over the first part of the mission to Ginny's right tit.

Fleur's legendary mammaries yielded a bit as the first-year's pert, pretty boobs completed their first pass, but the French beauty managed to shake herself awake, pushing against Ginny. My girlfriend's more substantial rack forced the toned redhead back even as Ginny's boobs completed another sweep. Both girls grunted as Fleur's jugs barreled forward, causing the firsty's steadily softening flesh to spill out. They brought their prodigious sets together more gently this time, almost lovingly, and Fleur gasped as she felt Ginny's tits trying to burrow their way into her globes once again. The smaller pair seemed to find some purchase in Fleur's big jugs, bending and pushing her dense flesh outward for a moment before the more chesty girl shoved back harder, bringing their thick breasts back into equality.

"Fuck, they really are that good," Ginny groaned, sliding her ample chest across Fleur's glistening orbs and staring how their sweaty, youthful breasts shifted and jiggled in unison. "Crushing your super boobs is going to be so worth it. I can't wait to feel them finally surrender to mine," the redhead continued, her face flushed and breathing heavy as she looked my girlfriend in the eye. "I will break you, Fleur. Starting with those big, gorgeous tits." Their mouths were just inches from one another, and the girls could probably taste each other's hot breaths. I stifled a moan as I imagined what would happen if either leaned any closer, sruggling not to come in my pants at the thought of Fleur and her incredibly hot rival running their tongues together.

With every passing moment more ripples of titflesh appeared, both pairs jiggling enticingly as the redhead tried to push her tits into Fleur's. I noticed my girlfriend's firm orbs distort noticeably, and could only stare how Ginny's pointier breasts slowly dug in. The redhead also glanced down, watching her opponent's heavy mammaries move more fluidly, and smirked at the French girl. Fleur sneered back in reply, bashing her mammaries forward and quickly wiping Ginny's smile off her face. The redhead wasn't backing down however, and immediately went to sunk her pert set back in.

The two very attractive young women were grinding their thick breasts together with growing desperation. With labored grunts, Ginny sent another thrust into Fleur's chest, pushing the French blonde's heavy orbs up and out. As she pulled back, Fleur prepared for her own blow, and this time both girls slammed their dense racks forward in unison.

I heard their sore, sweaty tits slam together with a wet smack, and both women young groaned as their flesh exploded outward. Through their sheer mass and volume, Fleur's jugs seemed to be taking over the space between them, but her tits yielded a great deal of real estate as they collided into Ginny's pert boobs. As the girls withdrew slightly, their glistening orbs regained some shape, slowly spilling away from the opposing pair. Fleur wrapped her arms around the lean redhead, and Ginny reciprocated without missing a beat. Both girls' sore breasts were directly lined up when they began to push, and the French girl moaned as she felt Ginny's tits try to burrow into her bigger boobs just like before. She ground back, shifting from side to side and shoving her large, thick orbs into the opposing flesh. This time the redhead's grunt was more pronounced. Finally, as their teats mashed together once more, I heard a deep, guttural groan.

Ginny's pert set seemed to have almost disappeared into Fleur's more ample flesh, and both women wore a look of surprise on their faces. For one terrifying moment, I was sure that Ginny's insanely hard boobs had finally managed to penetrate my girlfriend's perfect jugs, spearing their dense flesh while the French girl's rack molded around the redhead's smaller, firmer pair. But as I looked up at their faces, I realized that wasn't the case.

Ever so slowly Ginny's wide eyes drifted down, her mouth opening into a silent gasp. Opposite her, Fleur took a deep breath, gently rubbing her chest against the redhead's, and lowered her head on the younger girl's toned shoulder. I couldn't tell whether Fleur did it to whisper something into Ginny's ear, but if she did, I couldn't make out anything. Either way, the redhead let out a long, shaky moan as she felt their boobs mash even tighter together. She struggled against my girlfriend's embrace for a few seconds, grunting and gasping, before I saw her shoulders relax.

“I crushed your perky tits, Ginny,” Fleur whispered softly, surprising both myself and the redhead with her tenderness. But as gentle the French beauty's tone was, I could see the fire in her blue eyes. It was a small miracle that Fleur's smoldering gaze hadn't burned a hole into the sporty first-year trapped in her arms, though that seemed to be just a matter of time. I took in Ginny's astonished face as she watched her tightly-packed boobs finally lose their struggle against my girlfriend's larger chest, the young girl's breasts slowly beginning to wilt and withdraw, quivering wildly. The redhead looked up slowly, her brown eyes meeting those of the French blonde whose pair had just bested her own. I don't know what I'd been expecting, but the only emotions Ginny's freckle-covered face seemed to be betraying were anger, disappointment and... defiance? As tough as her rock-hard boobs were, Ginny's will was apparently even more difficult to break. Still, the plucky redhead realized that the match was over. She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, and I watched my girlfriend return it. Both fighters shared a look of mutual respect and appreciation, clearly impressed by their opponent's skill and determination - not to mention their incredibly powerful tits of course.

Once their little moment was over, I saw Fleur begin to gently press her large boobs against Ginny's pair again, and heard the redhead let out a reluctant sigh as her smaller bust yielded, pushing in. The French blonde's gorgeous lips curled into a smile. "Who turned those cute, insanely firm boobs into mush with her perfect jugs?" she asked with a winning grin. There was no immediate reply from the younger girl, and Fleur proceeded to pour on the pressure, shoving her rack further forward. I couldn't hold back a grunt as Ginny's boobs seemed to melt away at contact, spreading across the sporty girl's chest and shaking much more than anyone could've thought possible before the fight. Ginny's pained gurgle earned a smirk from the modelesque blonde. “Who's got the superior rack, Gin? Whose tits are the greatest of them all?”

“Yours are, Fleur,” Ginny murmured, wincing as the gorgeous French girl continued to push her overwhelmed little tits around. I enjoyed Fleur's triumphant grin as she rammed forward, flattening the redhead's pair against her ribcage once and for all, completely wiped out. My girlfriend's own, visibly weakened jugs had lost most of their rounded shape in the process as well, but Ginny's loud, guttural groan ensured that her smile never faltered. "Ahh fuck, okay, okay!" the sporty first-year moaned. "You've made your point. Sheesh. Those big, perfect boobs pounded my puny chest flat, Fleur. I gave you everything I had, and it turns out that wasn't enough. You have the best tits."

For the first time I could detect some sadness in the redhead's voice, and the French beauty slowly, almost reluctantly, pulled away a bit. Their busts still remained in contact, but the lessened pressured allowed their tenderized jugs to fill back out. As Fleur rolled her shoulders, gently sloshing Ginny's boobs around, it was easy to see that both pairs had suffered severe damage. My girlfriend's big boobs weren't jiggling any more than the redhead's rather compact set was, but the pronounced shaking and numerous ripples making their way across her titflesh were a clear indication of just how close to defeat the French beauty's prized assets had been. My girlfriend did't appear to be thinking about that just then, however. She cupped Ginny's small titty into her palm, giving it a small bounce as she admired the sore, reddened orb. I heard the redhead grunt at the sensation.

“Mmm, aren't you a sexy little thing," Fleur murmured, leaning in to brush her lips around the nipple and then giving it a soft kiss. Ginny's sharp intake of breath was clearly audible, as were those of several girls in the audience. The French blonde looked up, smiling. "Credit where credit is due, Ginny. You've got the prettiest pair of breasts I've ever seen," she whispered softly, sounding sincere. "And perhaps even more impressively, they're very nearly as powerful as my own. It was an honour to tame them," Fleur breathed out. Before the flushed redhead could formulate something resembling a reply, Fleur had captured the girl's other teat in her mouth, suckling on it tenderly. The French beauty's unexpected sultriness earned a collective gasp - as well as more than a few catcalls - from the crowd. Ginny, for her part, was clearly enjoying the attention, and it didn't take long for the sporty girl to begin to pant and moan.

My girlfriend took the redhead's loud, shaky whimpers as her cue to pull away, her lips detaching from the compact breast with a delicious, wet plop. Ginny's flushed face was displaying a strange combination of embarrassment and arousal as she tried to gather herself. “Wow,” I heard a shocked whisper from the audience, and saw Susan and Hannah leaning forward for a better look, providing me with an unobstructed view into their fleshy cleavages. Fleur gave the first-years a wide, knowing smile, before turning back to Ginny and cupping her own jugs gently. The crowd let out a loud cheer, everyone well aware of what she meant with that gesture. Having gotten her defeated rival all hot and bothered, the gorgeous French girl was clearly expecting to collect her dues.

Ginny, though understandably miffed and somewhat out of breath, didn't wait around. As Fleur lowered her left breast to Ginny's mouth, I saw the redhead's eyes close. She took the offered nipple and sucked gently, gradually adding more power and flicking her tongue around. Fleur shruddered, cupping her other teat and letting out a deep, satisfied sigh as Ginny began to pay her debt. The modelesque French girl didn't seem too interested in making a show of humiliating her beaten rival, instead choosing to simply enjoy the redhead's talented mouth. A few of the girls whispered something, but no one said anything. Ginny appeared to pay a little bit more attention to the crowd around her, slowly pulling at Fleur's sore left breast with her mouth and stretching the hefty teat out from the tip. She carefully moved her lips to the exterior of my girlfriend's big boob, forcing a low grunt from the gorgeous blonde. I heard Fleur actually moan when the redhead finally released the gland, my girlfriend's ample flesh slapping against her chest wetly.

Ginny moved to the other breast and repeated the treatment with considerable gusto, practically inhaling my girlfriend's gorgeous but undoubtedly sore boob. When she finally let the heavy jug drop, we could admire how Fleur's tenderized chest jiggled while the French girl drew a few shaky breaths. My girlfriend's sexy, svelte thighs were trembling visibly, and though those less familiar with the blonde beauty's body probably didn't realize it, it was obvious to me that she had just experienced a fairly powerful silent orgasm. I watched the redhead switch nipples several times before Fleur finally indicated her to stop. My now heavily panting girlfriend was looking at the sporty girl through hooded eyes, and reached down to brush away a stray strand of hair away from the redhead's cheek. I saw her tuck it back behind Ginny's ear gently, pausing for a moment to caress the girl's slender neck before offering her hand. Ginny didn't take it straight away, instead glaring at the modelesque blonde defiantly for a minute, almost as if to issue a challenge. Yes, she'd lost the titfight, but it'd take a lot more to gain a similar dominance over the rest of her body. Let alone mind. Anyone hoping to turn the redhead into their plaything had better prepare for a long, grueling struggle - and to not be surprised if they themselves ended up on the bottom, worshipping Ginny's lean, sinewy figure. Fleur appeared to have understood the girl's silent message, and I watched the corners of her mouth curl into a thin smile. Ginny was a red, hot fireball of a ginger alright.

As much as I knew I'd enjoy seeing my girlfriend tame the sporty hottie, mounting her younger rival's utterly spent body after one last earth-shattering climax, another part of me was busy conjuring images of Fleur lapping up the redhead's juices, her beautiful, pussy-soaked face trapped between Ginny's toned thighs as the plucky first-year completed her sexual conquest of the blonde goddess, breaking my girl's body and will before the whole school. It was close to impossible to decide which scenario I liked better, and unfortunately for me, it seemed that neither was on the cards just then. The two young women were eyeing each other with a mix of caution, arousal and grudging appreciation, and were clearly not planning on resuming any hostilities for the time being. Besides, one of them had a second match coming up in less than an hour.

The redhead eventually accepted Fleur's offered hand, only to get instantly pulled into the blonde's embrace once more. The Frenchwoman's large, full breasts forced Ginny's set back just like before, but my girlfriend held the embrace only briefly. As they separated, Fleur whispered something into Ginny's ear, and the first-year nodded slowly, appearing to accept the busty blonde's words. To my girlfriend's apparent surprise, however, the redhead also gave her flawlessly rounded bum a quick squeeze just as she began to turn away, slapping it hard. This time Ginny's brash, assertive look of challenge was impossible to miss.

"Don't think I'll take it easy on you when we meet again, Fleur," she smirked. "Even if you manage to win back the crown tonight, you won't be keeping it until graduation. Your boobs are mine."


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[The remainder of Chapter 8 will be posted below, in this same thread, at a later date]

EDIT: Chapter 8 is now complete, please scroll down for the rest. Also, the succeeding episode can be found here:

Titfight Academy, Part 9

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Please note that the pictured girls are not Ginny and Fleur per se - you should rather view them as girls that look a lot like them.

Feel free to share your own impressions on the story as well as the illustrations!

[Augur]

Okay, it appears the attachments are only visible to members that have logged in...

Let's see if they'll show up to the guests as well if I insert the pics directly to the post.

TA Ginny.jpgTA Fleur.jpg

[firstgoma]

Okay, it appears the attachments are only visible to members that have logged in...

Let's see if they'll show up to the guests as well if I insert the pics directly to the post.

TA Ginny.jpgTA Fleur.jpg

Nope, you cant see the pictures when you are not logged in.

Try it with a link to the pictures. For example wiith this website ImgBB — Upload Image — Free Image Hosting

The titfight was great btw. There is no girl which can stop Fleur now.

[Ragnar0k]

Augur -

Great to see the girls back in action again - and what an inspired write-up of the tense contest between Fleur and Ginny.
Loved the back and forth nature of this close match.

Can't wait for the second decider; then a ringside seat for the exciting finale

Ragnar0k

[Augur]

Cheers!

You're right firstgoma, this seems to be the only way to do it...



Click on the thumbnail to see the larger pic

[Anubisx]

Thanks for sharingwith us this amazing story and the pic

[zara03]

This was interesting. Good work

[Augur]

Thanks for sharingwith us this amazing story and the pic

You're more than welcome!

Hopefully they can fix that problem with editing posts pretty soon, I can't imagine how I'd keep track of all the wonderful stories on this board without your SUPER useful list.

This was interesting. Good work

Thanks, I'll take interesting over uninteresting any day of the week!

[Augur]

Just a quick little teaser for now, I reckon I'll be able to post the rest this weekend. Fingers crossed that no natural disasters hit my humble abode in the meantime...

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A short interlude between parts A and B

The blonde beauty stood still for a moment, glaring at Ginny's receding back as the redhead strolled back to her seat, the firsty's toned ass bouncing ever so slightly. Although her posture did express a degree of disappointment, the sporty first-year met Angelina's and Lavender's eyes without any discernible shame or hesitation, keeping her head high and daring them to say something. I could see Lavender's round face morphing into a malicious sneer as she regarded the redhead, obviously gratified by her rival's failure, but the blonde seemed too focused on her upcoming match to start gloating just yet. No doubt that'd change later on, especially if she ended up winning the tournament herself. Back on the mat, my girlfriend appeared to be still a bit winded, and I watched her ample, sweaty bust rise and fall dramatically with every breath. I decided to use the opportunity to assess the damages.

Fleur's large breasts looked red and swollen, sagging visibly, and there was a concerned frown on her face as she began to carefully knead the tender flesh. Instead of facing the winner of the next fight with her usual flawlessly round orbs, she'd now have to defeat Lavender or Angelina with a significantly softened set. Not something any girl looked forward to. Silently, I thought that my girlfriend's only hope of reclaiming the throne was for her upcoming opponent's breasts to suffer a similar beating to even up the score. As things stood, the French blonde would've had trouble flattening a bustier-than-average housewife, let alone a firm pair of young, powerful breasts.

Padma's voice brought my attention back to the present.

"Whew, awesome match girls," the Indian student whistled loudly, making her way to the mat. "You sure gave everyone their money's worth. Which reminds me: I'll be collecting my winnings right after the tournament, Jordan. Make sure you have them ready." I watched my girlfriend's eyebrows disappear into her hair at Padma's little quip, and realized that the Indian girl must've bet against Ginny. She shared a quick grin with the French blonde, before turning back to the audience.

"Next up, Angelina and Lavender will compete for the right to face Fleur's jugs in the final. Come on up, girls," Padma intoned, gesturing for the fighters to step forward. "The winner will get a longer break after this match, so to save time, we're doing these two back-to-back." The blonde firsty and the black third-year stood up eagerly, greeting the crowd with matching smirks. Both girls looked supremely confident as they stepped on the mat to join Fleur and Padma.

"Damn, Frenchy, your tits don't look too good," Lavender snickered, glancing down at my girlfriend's red and tender chest with poorly acted concern. "Are you sure they're okay to continue?" Angelina chortled at the blonde first-year's dig, and I watched her make a show of lining up her similarly sized but now much perkier-looking boobs with Fleur's. The ebony beauty's grin was wide and feral as she compared their racks up close. "Yeah, looks like Ginny's little buds really put those jugs through the wringer. Gotta remember to thank her for softening 'em up for me," Angelina cooed, pursing her plump lips in obvious glee.

The French blonde leveled a cold, well-practised glare at the two women, her expression calm and passive. While I knew she had to be at least a bit nervous, Fleur's poker face was impressive. "Correct me if I'm wrong," she replied in an icy, almost imperious tone, appearing to address Lavender first "But didn't your weak, bouncy sacks get mauled by Ginny's better set just recently? My boobs, by contrast, didn't." The first-year narrowed her eyes in anger, but Fleur had already shifted her attention to the black girl. "And as for you, Angie, you might recall that your udders have never once managed to beat mine. Don't think today's going to be any different." Exchanging one last dirty look with each girl, the French beauty walked away, appearing strangely graceful for someone with her tits out in the open. As much as I wanted Lavender to be wrong, they did seem to be in a pretty bad way; Fleur's firm, once pert rack was badly bruised, drooping quite a bit, and each step she took caused pronounced ripples throughout her wobbling flesh.

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To be continued...

[zara03]

Hey where did the part 2 go? Why is it removed?