Underground Titfighting

[Shindy]

Enormous tits. A pretty face, a great body and her enormous tits is what got her here, and while at one time in her life, Rebecca Sinclair’s 38DDs made her proud and happy, right now she was cursing their existence. She was leaning forward in the sink of her hotel room, her normally firm, proud tits now saggy and soft, the flesh raw and bruised. Her thick nipples and areolae were pulled thin and bleeding, as if she had been breast feeding for a month straight. She had filled the sink with ice and water, trying to calm the fire burning in her chest. She winced in the mirror, lifting her left breast to examine the enormous welt on the underside of her sagging breast, the once proud flesh oozing over her fingers. Incontrollable tears escaped her eyes, and she was frustrated by inability to control her emotions.

She moaned quietly to herself, waiting for her husband to return with high-dose ibuprofen. She definitely needed the next week off, thank goodness it was scheduled that way.

At 23 years old, her husband and she had opened a small business in the suburbs of San Diego. For three years it had flourished and they spent the money as it came in, establishing themselves in the community and living the American dream. Unfortunately, the economy tanked and so did income. They didn’t want to lose the business and despite making ends meet at work, they weren’t making enough profit to support the mortgage payment and everything else. They needed extra income. Her husband, Tom, took a second job and she began waiting tables. They made enough money to support themselves but were running themselves into the ground. At 26, neither wanted their life to be the way it currently was, but they were both driven and determined and they weren’t going to let the world get the better of them.

One night, as she and another waitress were closing down the restaurant, the other woman suggested they grab a drink at the bar next door. The young woman was the closest “friend” Rebecca had in the restaurant and she actually liked her quite a bit. She was very pretty, outgoing and around Rebecca’s age. It was only midnight, and Tom was opening the store in the morning, so Rebecca could sleep in until 11 if she wanted to. She called Tom and he thought it was a great idea.

After a few drinks, Melissa said shyly, “You know, you’re pretty well-endowed…” and then looked down into her mojito. She obviously had been emboldened by the courage of alcohol.

Melissa chuckled nervously, she couldn’t tell where this was going. “Thanks Melissa, but you’re not too shabby up there either, and you’re HOT…” she tried to be light-hearted about it, not sure where this was going. Like many women, Rebecca had been an “experimenter” in college and had some interactions with other girls, but she wasn’t sure what Melissa was shooting at with that line…

“I know why you have this job,” Melissa began again, “and I know that you and Tom just want to make ends meet and I think I have a way you can financially do better with less time.”

Now Rebecca saw where this was going, but oddly, she wasn’t as upset by the conversation as she thought she would be. She had heard a rumor that Melissa was an escort and she knew that was what she was going to propose. Surprisingly, that was not what happened.

“I am a member of a club…and we compete…and we get paid well for the competitions….really well.”

“Like, what kind of competitions?” Rebecca couldn’t understand what this had to do with her rack, which is what had started the conversation.

“Well they’re girl-girl fights…”

“Oh?” Rebecca said, raising her eyebrows…”You mean like, catfights?”

“Nooo…”

“Then what do you mean?”

“They’re called titfights…” Melissa almost whispered the word, looking down and finishing her mojito in one gulp.

“What?” asked Rebecca incredulously.

“Titfights.” Replied Melissa more confidently this time. “We fight with attacks to the breasts only. It’s a very unique thing, but people pay a LOT of money for it, and it doesn’t impact your face or the way you present yourself to the public, so it allows you to continue being a ‘normal’ member of society.”

“Unless someone finds out about it…” replied Rebecca, still a little leery…

“Yeah, but if someone finds out about it, it means they must have gone looking for it, which by itself is embarrassing to them, right? So no one will talk about it. AND it’s cash in hand.”

“How much?” Rebecca couldn’t help but ask.

“3 to show up and fight, an extra 1 if you lose and an extra 2 if you win. Occasionally there’s a tip, too.”

”How long do they last?”

“About an hour…”

“You fight with your boobs for an hour?”

“There are 3 rounds.”

“So for an hour, you can make as much as 500 bucks plus a tip?”

“No…” Melissa said, laughing.

“Oh, I knew there was more.”

“I didn’t mean 3 hundred”

Rebecca’s jaw dropped.

“I meant, 3 thousand…” and Melissa’s smile lit up the room. She knew what Rebecca’s answer would be.

Two weeks later, Rebecca went and watched her first ‘tournament’ with her husband Tom. Melissa was fighting and she couldn’t help but be impressed by her friend’s tenacity in the match and how organized the whole system was. Matches were arranged generally by ‘size class’ although some women who were very good chose to fight ‘up’, competing against bigger women.

The fights had three rounds—the first round was purely ‘titboxing’, slamming each other’s tits together, followed by ‘titmauling’: using the hands to destroy your opponent’s tits and finally by the ‘strap’ a contraption designed to wrap around the base of the breast and squeeze if you pulled too far back—very painful—but would allow you to use your hands or titbox, but with only a limited distance between the fighters. This was designed to encourage bearhugging as the method of attack. This was the longest round. The first two were up to 15 minutes each and the final round was up to thirty minutes. A fighter could give up at any time. The women wore special modified push up bras for the boxing part which enhanced their bust and then were topless for the rest of the rounds.

Melissa won her match over a very attractive Latina. She was the second match of the night and came out in the audience to sit with Rebecca and Tom for the remainder of the next 4 matches. She hand packed ice into her shirt and was carrying an envelope filled with cash.

Rebecca peppered her with questions until she was laughing.

Rebecca’s first match would be scheduled for the following weekend…

Melissa went with Rebecca and Tom to her first match, even though she wasn’t fighting. She had given Rebecca some tips and had helped modify one of her bras for “fighting.” Rebecca was extremely nervous and thought that she would throw up just a few minutes before her match, but fortunately held it together. Melissa had warned her that it would hurt. Fortunately for Rebecca, she was fighting a woman who had only fought twice before, something that the organizers had set up to make the fight fairly even. The woman Rebecca fought was absolutely gorgeous—frankly a surprise to Rebecca and Tom who thought that the people who participated in this would be fairly desperate and not necessarily well put-together. Surprisingly, she found out otherwise.

Jeneva was exactly the same height as Rebecca—5’8” and her bust was slightly larger, also 38 but DDD. She had dark olive skin and long black hair, Rebecca’s skin was considerably lighter with auburn hair. She outweighed Rebecca by 8 lbs, weighing 137 to Rebecca’s 129.

Rebecca was stunned to find out during “titboxing” that her tits could not only take a pounding but didn’t yield very much to an attack and could really deliver “punches.” She had nearly “knocked Jeneva out” 12 minutes in, but the more seasoned opponent had stayed in the fight. She also find out how much pain she could endure, crying at the end of the second round but not quitting after Jeneva had torn her breasts to pieces almost, kneading them like dough and digging her nails into the virgin flesh. The brunette had nearly ripped off one of her nipples. But she got it together and came out for the third round, finding out just how excruciating it was when the straps tightened around the base of her tit, right where the boob met the chest. In the end, she gave up to Jeneva, but it was a good first fight she was told and she knew what she had gotten into at least at this point. She walked away with 4000 dollars in her pocket and she realized something—she actually liked it in a perverse sort of way.

The next 4 months brought 8 more “fights” all of which she won. She was rapidly becoming a “celebrity” of sorts and ultimately was invited to participate in a “tournament” in Tijuana for a minimum payday of 15,000.00. She was guaranteed 3 fights though and maybe more. She and Tom agreed. Melissa wasn’t participating, but had asked to come and watch. That was how she had gotten to where she was today.

She had won her first three fights, in fact, she had won them conclusively. The first was against a woman she had fought and nearly lost to in the “club” early in her fighting career. Her name was Lilly and she was only 20 years old, tattooed, but almost tastefully done (if that was possible) and very attractive. After the fight, Lilly gave her a hug and told her she was impressed at how much better she had become at fighting. Her second was against a bitchy, nasty, woman from New Mexico. Many of the other women in the tournament had the same opinion of her that Rebecca and Melissa had: a conceited bitch with a bad attitude. Her name was Liz, her hair was dyed deep black and she had extremely pale skin. She was big though and she let everyone know that she was the “champion” of her league… Liz was Rebecca’s second fight and after the titboxing round, Liz was stunned. Rebecca’s tits were apparently the “toughest she had ever come up against” and she was in her corner cradling her battered chest claiming that Rebecca must have done something to make her tits so hard.

‘Typical,’ Rebecca had thought in between the first and second rounds ‘Bitch is losing her first fight and she claims I’m cheating…’

The second round was vicious and Liz was brutal, exacting revenge on Rebecca with razor-sharp long nails. She had torn Rebecca’s tits and nipples to pieces. The fight had taken the wind out of Rebecca and she wasn’t sure that if she had been able to catch her breath that she wouldn’t have given up. Despite being hurt, the third round was all Rebecca, the strap was clearly Liz’s weak round and she quit 9 minutes in. Rebecca was pleased with herself. Afterwards she and Melissa had talked about what was obvious to them both—the titmauling was Rebecca’s weakness. She would have to be prepared for the second round in all of her fights.

Her third match was against a strikingly gorgeous Eurasian woman named Kim. Kim was surgically enhanced (perfectly acceptable in this league and this tournament, Rebecca had found out) and was the first fighter Rebecca faced who easily outboxed her. Rebecca, after her first round with Kim was really worried, as she cradled her aching breasts, knowing that she was about to enter her weakest round. By the end of the second round, Rebecca was choking back tears, but sheer determination had willed her on. The third round was brutal, but fortunately for her, the straps were extremely painful because of Kim’s surgery and in the end, Kim submitted with only about 3 minutes left before the fight went to the “judges”. Kim was really nice and told Rebecca what a great challenge it was fighting her. She wished her well and told her she would be cheering her on as the winner of her bracket to go through the rest of the way.

The rest of the way was a double-elimination set up. Quarter finals, followed by “fight backs” (the women who lost in the quarter finals fought to see who would fill the slots in the second round which was comprised of 3 fights. The losers in this round fought to see who fought in the next round of 3 fights.) The next round was two fights—semifinals, followed by championships. It was complicated, but Rebecca knew what had to happen. She could lose once and still keep fighting but she couldn’t lose twice.

[Shindy]

Her first round match was against a woman named Gina. She was from New York and had dominated her 3 preliminary matches. She was very arrogant and not well-liked because of it. She walked into the arena the night of her match with Rebecca like she owned the place, wearing a black tube top and skin tight leather pants. She wasn’t gorgeous, but she was incredibly hot. She had bleach-blonde hair, crystal blue eyes and high cheek bones. She was wearing 4 inch stiletto heels which made her seem like a giant—she was 5’ 9 to begin with. She had 38 DD’s and wouldn’t tell anyone if they were real or enhanced, but Melissa later found out that they were real. Earlier in the tournament, Gina had flirted with Tom pretty hard and so Rebecca was especially interested in punishing her in this match. The organizers of the tournament had made it clear that Gina and Rebecca were probably two of the best fighters in the tournament and had played it up as an East Coast-West Coast thing.

Rebecca had Melissa tighten the pushup bra particularly tight as she got ready to go out for her first round against the blonde. Melissa gave her a few words of encouragement and then left to sit in the audience. She smiled as she felt herself up, impressed with how firm her tits remained and reminiscing about how she had really embraced this culture. She tweaked her nipples and walked out to the fighting ring. Gina was already there, hamming it up for the crowd by making her formidable rack ‘dance’ by flexing her pecs.

It was seconds later that the fight was on.

Rebecca moved out into the middle of the ring, confident and secure in this first round. That feeling was moments later with her first crushing impact with Gina’s chest. Both women crashed into each other, their massive racks swollen and tense from the modified bras. At the last moment, Rebecca noticed how Gina’s tits just looked enormous, despite being the same size as hers. Now accustomed to this type of impact, Rebecca inhaled, expanding her chest as she crashed into Gina’s massive rack with her own, battle-ready mammaries. In general, her tits would swell and at least match up against her opponent in the first contact, but this time she was met with what seemed to be solid rocks. Gina’s tits didn’t yield at all (or so it seemed) flattening her own tits like pancakes against her chest. Her titflesh flattened and overflowed out the sides of the compressed space, the agony something she hadn’t felt during titboxing before. The breath caught in her lungs and she stumbled backwards. Gina sneered with arrogance, almost laughing and Rebecca felt a slight sense of panic. The Californian regained her footing, just as Gina’s powerful breasts crashed into hers again with an unbelievable force. Rebecca, for the first time in her fighting career, was knocked completely off of her feet in a round of titboxing.

The crowd was going wild. The ref moved Gina back to the other side of the ‘ring’ and started a count over Rebecca, who got to her feet immediately. She grabbed her tits and “re-racked” them and nodded that she was ready to go. She was suddenly unsure of herself for the first time though…

Gina came out like a demon, charging at her foe. Rebecca steeled herself, but her opponent’s breasts were like none she had faced before. It was like getting hit in the chest with two cannonballs. Gina’s tits engulfed and crushed Rebecca’s, knocking the brunette backwards. Rebecca was stunned but not out and she regained her footing just as Gina slammed her right tit into her own left, then again and again. Rebecca’s left tit was now throbbing, swollen and red as the blonde hellcat pressed forward, hitting with both of her breasts and pinning Rebecca against the wall surrounding the ring. Rebecca was bent slightly backwards as her own massive tits were flattened by the dominance of her opponent. Gina grabbed the wall behind Rebecca and pulled her body against the brunette’s flattened chest, almost laughing as her opponent’s big breasts gave way against her dominant “girls.” Rebecca desperately brought her upper arms together, trying to force her tits to push the other girl’s off, but Gina was too strong and her tits too powerful. Plus she had leverage. Her tits were being crushed and for the first time, Rebecca knew what it was like to get her ‘ass kicked.’

Gina began to make her pecs dance, using the motion to pound jabs into Rebecca’s flattened breasts. The pain in her chest was excruciating, the frustration at being beaten, humiliating. Gina’s hot breath brushed over her ear “Make sure once I show you how dominant I am, you win your next fight so that when you fight your way back I can crush your titties again.” She hissed.

Then she let Rebecca up and backed to the center of the ring, her hands on her hips, again, her tits dancing for the crowd, who was loving it. Every fighter in the place knew that hands on hips was a sign of arrogance, tits were left soft in that position without a lot of support, and it was a way to taunt an opponent. Rebecca stumbled, gasping for air as she regrouped. She quickly scanned the crowd for Melissa and Tom as she cradled her now sagging breasts. She winced as she brought her arms up underneath them and moved cautiously towards her opponent. The blonde’s thick nipples and large areolae appeared as if they hadn’t even been rubbed, let alone pounded during the fight. Rebecca was determined though and she brought the fight to Gina, who stood toe to toe with her and slammed first right then left then right and then both tits together over a series of several seconds as Rebecca fought valiantly to hurt Gina. The blonde’s tits were incredible though and every time Rebecca’s once proud mammaries would crash into one of Gina’s it felt like fire shot through her own tit. Grunts escaped both women as the battle raged on. Rebecca began to yelp with each collision as tears began to well up in her eyes, both from pain and furstation.

Gina smirked with an evil grin as she slowly took steps forward. “1 minute” yelled the time keeper.

Rebecca increased her intensity, but just as she did, Gina roared, pulling her shoulder back and slamming that incredible right tit into Rebecca’s left and immediately following with a similarly powerful left tit. Rebecca wailed and instinctively clutched her bosom, stumbling backwards. Gina followed in pursuit, her titflesh midlly reddened but essentially nothing more, and slammed her tits again powerfully into Rebecca’s battered breasts. “Fuck no…” escaped Rebecca’s lips as Gina’s massive tits, having annihilated Rebecca’s to this point, slammed into Rebecca’s sending the brunette crashing to the floor and leaving her flat on the mat in front of her. Gina smiled broadly, raising her arms in triumph.

The ref ran over to count and Rebecca struggled to her hands and knees, only to collapse once onto her already injured chest. As the ref got to seven though, Rebecca got her feet and nodded that she was okay to continue. Her tits were red and swollen and the flesh was beginning to crack. The ref examined her and decided it would be okay. Gina shook her head “no” as if to imply Rebecca didn’t want to do this. Rebecca realized that she was probably right but she wasn’t ready to quit. She moved again towards the center of the ring, supporting her enormous, damaged, breasts and Gina cackled as she moved in for the kill. Gina roared as she began to charge Rebecca, but suddenly….

….the bell sounded.


The referee jumped between the two women and sent them to their corners. Melissa was there to meet Rebecca as she shoved Rebecca forward into two massive buckets of ice. Rebecca roared and struggled to get out but Melissa held her down.

”If you’re going to fight the next round, the only way to do it will be to recover some of your structure and numb these puppies up a bit. Now stop struggling.”

Tears streamed down Rebecca’s face, the only thing stopping her eyeliner from running was the fact that it was waterproof. She was in such pain. She told Melissa she didn’t want to go out for the second “ass-kicking” as it was. Melissa told her that she didn’t have to, but in the end, Rebecca decided that maybe round 2 was Gina’s weak round like it was for her. The timekeeper announced 1minute again.

Rebecca thanked Melissa and then turned to face her fate…the bell sounded.

Both women, as per the rules, had removed their tops and came at each other with their claws out. Gina’s tits were still riding high, Rebecca’s were soft and beginning to sag. They were red and swollen, but at least they were improved since the “icing.” As the two women closed the distance so that they were in arms reach, Gina smirked at Rebecca.

“You’re done bitch, I’m about to rip those saggy bags right off of your chest…”

Rebecca didn’t know where it came from, but she knew she at least had to be confident and so she replied, “Bring it, you skank…”

With that the two women grabbed their opponnent’s big breasts. The air immediately caught in Rebecca’s lungs. She winced uncontrollably as the fire raged in her breasts. Gina’s claws were long and strong and they dug deeply into the already wounded flesh. Gina was relentless, her claws burying themselves deep as she violently twisted the wounded tits outwardly, without mercy. Rebecca was weakened by the severe pain she was suffering, but she was stubborn and determined and so she dug her long nails in Gina’s tits as hard as she could and pulled one tit down and pushed one up, stretching Gina’s massive breasts as much as she could.

The blonde grunted audibly, encouraging Rebecca, despite her anguish. The two women stumbled about the fighting space, off balance by the tortuous pulling and pushing that was going on with their upper bodies. The crowd roared wildly as the two combatants tore at each others flesh, leaving deep red welts in the soft titflesh. Rebecca realized that her hope that this was Gina’s weak point had not come to reality and she was suffering at the hands of her cruel foe. Gina was in pain, very obvious from the contorted features of her face, but she also continued to taunt and tease Rebecca, who was rapidly losing ground to her blonde foe.

The two tottered back and forth, struggling to gain supremacy over the other. Gina’s nails were wreaking havoc with Rebecca’s battered rack and Rebecca began to whimper uncontrollably. Suddenly, her left knee gave way and she fell to the ground. Gina moved in over her and sneered, “Done, cunt…” and smiled as she tore viciously upward, hauling up on Rebecca’s tits and eliciting a loud yelp from the battered woman. Rebecca tried not to but her natural drive for survival and self-protection kicked in and she released Gina’s tits, grabbing Gina’s wrists and trying to pry her hands from her battered breasts. Tears welled up in Rebecca’s eyes, and Gina smiled broadly, an evil look washing over her face.

Rebecca pleaded with her eyes and Gina simply hissed, “Give up and the pain will stop…”

But something wouldn’t let Rebecca stop, she just continued to try to free her tits from the onslaught. She dug her nails into Gina’s wrists and tried to pry the wretched claws from her tender flesh. Gina grimaced as she continued to contort Rebecca’s tits into shapes they were never meant to be. Rebecca wailed in agony as she felt like her tits were being torn from her chest, the blonde bitch doing everything to punish her.

Gina turned her body and stepped over Rebecca, straddling her and pulling up on her tits over her head. Rebecca was on her knees between her legs and Gina forced her down to the ground on her left side. She leaned down with as much weight as she could, crushing Rebecca’s tits into the floor. Finally, Rebecca couldn’t take it any more. The pain began to fog her mind and she whimpered her surrender to the dominant woman. Gina sneered, “California pansy, all you pussies are the same—all flowers and sunshine…” and with that, without anyone noticing, Gina ‘accidentally’ placed her stiletto right into the flesh of her left breast, nearly puncturing the skin. Rebecca screeched wildly.

Gina laughed and said “oops, sorry.” And walked off the mats…

[Shindy]

And now here she was, icing her tits and waiting for her husband to bring her some pain medication. She cradled her enormous, once-proud tits and allowed the tears to roll down her cheeks. Her hair was still sweaty from her fight. Her husband came back with the ibuprofen and she took 4 pills, drank a beer and fell asleep.

The next morning she was in even more pain. She lay in bed for a while and then worked up the courage to try and move her aching body with little success. Another few hours and many more drugs allowed her to make her way to the shower. The bruising was worse than she had expected and she grimaced at her appearance in the mirror.

Melissa came and checked on her and then all three of them went to watch the next series of fights.

There were two more fights, and Rebecca watched the girl who she would fight next in her effort to return to the semifinals. It was 7 days later that she fought her next opponent, the brunette who had lost in the fights the day after her loss to Gina. Neither Melissa nor Tom knew what got into Rebecca, but it wasn’t even a match. In 3 minutes and 47 seconds Rebecca had left the battered brunette weeping on the floor, clutching her defeated chest and rolling in agony on the floor. She had to win one more match before she would be back in the semifinals, however, she didn’t think that her next match would be so easy.

3 days later, Rebecca was standing across the fighting arena from a woman named Linda, a 5’9 latina from Tijuana, a home town favorite, who had also lost only once—to Gina. The two crushed each other’s enormous tits for 15 minutes, with neither woman yielding an inch. Linda’s tits were slightly bigger and her nipples and areolae were much bigger than Rebecca’s but the fight had been even to this point. The second round of tit mauling had left Rebecca losing, but not out, her tits had suffered the wrath of Linda’s claws, but she had gotten through as she now was wrapping the straps around her big tits.

Linda’s long black hair cascaded over her coffee colored shoulders as the straps were connected, her big brown eyes and full lips faced Rebecca full on. Linda nodded at Rebecca and said quietly “Buena suerte”…Rebecca wished her opponent luck and gasped as Linda immediately pulled back, yanking the straps tight around her tits. The two women pounded, clawed and slammed each others tits, crushing and bearhugging and then pulling away, inflicting incredible damage on to each other.26 minutes into the round, Linda’s feet gave way and she fell to the ground on her back. Her eyes went wide as the crowd gasped. In this round, falling was generally the downfall of the fighter. Rebecca had learned what to do and immediately moved over Linda as the fallen Latina tried to get to her feet but was unsuccessful before Rebecca placed a foot on her right breast for leverage and to inflict pain and then stood using her leg to push up and away while crushing the tit it pressed against. The straps tightened mercilessly, inflicting agony on both women, but the leverage favored the upright woman and Linda was compelled to submit almost immediately.

Rebecca was back in the semi finals and she had now earned herself 25,000.00 over the entire tournament.

She fell to her knees in exhaustion as Linda got up and the two combatants hugged—one of the finest displays of sportswomanship in the tournament so far.

45 minutes later, Rebecca’s heart sank as she found out that her semifinal match would be against Gina again.

It was a week before the semifinals and Rebecca had a lot of time to think about it. She and Melissa had talked, she and Tom had talked, but it was difficult for her to gain confidence that she might beat the bitch who had utterly annihilated her at their last meeting. She had really hoped that she would fight someone else in the semi finals and that Gina would lose her semifinal match. Unfortunately, that was not the case. It was interesting that nearly all of the women in the tournament came to Rebecca’s hotel room to give her advice the day of the fight—they all apparently didn’t like Gina, and wanted to see Rebecca win. It was getting towards evening when a final knock came on her door. It was Linda, the woman she had beaten in her fight back and who had also only suffered one other loss to Gina. When Rebecca opened the door, she was stunned at what she saw—Linda’s beautiful face was bruised and scratched—the obvious results of some sort of fight outside of the titfighting tournament.

“Que pasa?” Rebecca asked in the little Spanish she knew.

Linda explained to her that she had gotten into a fight in a bar in town a few days ago and had gotten her ask kicked—much to her embarrassment. She went on to admit that it was Gina who had once again kicked her ass, this time however, much more savagely and significantly. Linda came to give Rebecca advice like all of the others. She urged her to ice her tits before the start of the fight—it would make them less sensitive and firmer. She also told her that one thing she had learned in her match with Gina was that her nipples were extremely sensitive and that if she could attack her nipples, she might have more success. Rebecca thanked her and Linda told her that she wished her luck but that she wouldn’t be there tonight, as she was too embarrassed to show her face in front of Gina and her few friends that were there.

It was only a few moments more that Tom and Melissa were there telling Rebecca that it was time. She put on her “fighting” clothes and left to meet her opponent….

Once at the fighting arena, Rebecca took Linda’s advice, she iced her tits to the point where she could no longer tolerate it. She couldn’t believe how hard they had become after the ice, and she realized that she could barely feel them. She and Gina were being introduced for the second time in the tournament moments later. Once again Gina was cocky and arrogant, again wearing her trademark stiletto heels and leather, painted-on pants.

When the two women crashed together to start the fight, both knew that this match was going to be different from the last. For one thing, Rebecca’s tits didn’t yield to Gina’s at all, crushing the blonde’s massive rack flat against her chest, the overwhelmed titflesh ballooning out to the sides. Secondly, Gina actually gasped before smirking, clearly feeling the impact of Rebecca’s newly-frozen tits, but Rebecca also noticed something—a burning sensation, particularly in her nipples and it was definitely bothering her. She ignored it though, crashing her tits into Gina’s, pleased with the results as her newly strengthened breasts pummeled Gina’s previously dominant “girls”. Gina’s tits were slammed ferociously as Rebecca tried desperately to punish her into submission. Back and forth Rebecca’s iced down tits slammed into Gina’s tits, the blonde’s upper body swinging under the onslaught. The whole time though, Rebecca couldn’t disregard the fire burning in her stronger and stronger in her tits.

She focused and drove forward with both of her enormous tits. Gina groaned and her face contorted in pain. Her body was forced backwards as her own enormous rack was flattened like pancakes against her body and she crashed into the wall behind her. She exhaled as her body was flattened and the air forced out from her lungs. Rebecca was encouraged by her success and she pushed harder, buoyed by her progress. The flesh of their tits rubbed violently, irritating their nipples and leaving the sensitive flesh raw. Rebecca once again found an unusual fire burning in the skin of her tits. Her face must have revealed her uncertainty because in between grimaces of pain, Gina sneered and hissed, “those cow-tits feeling funny, bitch?? You think you’re the only one with a trick or two? How’s a little Ben-Gay making those funbags…”

Rebecca shrieked and slammed her tits into the blonde’s as hard as she could.

The blonde’s eyes went wide and her mouth formed an “O”

“Fffffffuuuuuck…” she moaned… and slid to the ground, clutching her enormous rack.

The crowd went nuts and Rebecca backed up, unable to hold back a smile.

Unfortunately for Rebecca, Gina was able to get up and for the next few minutes, Rebecca frantically tried to knock Gina down again, but to no avail. The round was over and although Gina was hurt, the second round would come….



Melissa came over with a look of glee on her face, “That was AWESOME, you’re doing great!! You can win this, you bitch, you can win!!”

She pulled off the tight push-up bra as she looked at Melissa. Rebecca’s anxiety about round two was apparently evident upon her face, even as Melissa wiped the Ben Gay from her swollen chest and began to apply ice.

“Listen, she’s hurt and regardless of how much she dominated you the last time, just get through round two and then it’s anybody’s match. You can do this.”

Rebecca’s spirits were buoyed by Melissa’s enthusiasm. She was emboldened and suddenly more confident. The ice which hardened her tits was not bothering her so much and she knew that Gina couldn’t put any more Ben Gay on her own rack since during the match that type of thing wasn’t allowed.

[Shindy]

The second round began. Rebecca came out confident but so did the blonde. They met in the center of the ring and immediately began swatting at each other’s tits and hands, trying to grab the sensitive flesh of their opponent. Gina was the first to lock on, sinking her thick sharp nails deep into Rebecca’s titflesh and twisting violently. Rebecca was able to retaliate and the two women stumbled about the ring as they ripped into the breasts of their opponents. Rebecca worked her hands furiously, but Gina’s enormous tits, despite the pounding they had received in the first round, seemed to resist the efforts that Rebecca made squeeze them like melons. In contrast, Rebecca’s own tits, despite being iced, seemed to be like rotten fruit, soft and malleable as Gina’s powerful claws wreaked havoc on their targets. Rebecca winced and groaned as the pain in her tits was like fire in her entire body. She seemed to be having no effect on her opponent, which began to demoralize her.

The fight went on and Rebecca lost more and more ground. Her tits began to swell and the flesh began to bleed. Bruises developed and what was particularly concerning was that except for being reddened, Gina’s tits looked only mildly worse for the wear. Gina began to trash talk and taunt her, regaining some of the confidence she had lost during the first round and then she shoved Rebecca backwards and down to the ground.

She stood over Rebecca, as the fighter scrambled to regain her feet. “You pussy, you’ve got nothing. All you had was some iced up tits, but you know you’re mine now bitch…I’ll give you a free shot at these puppies before I absolute annihilate you…” the blonde taunted, placing her hands on her hips and expanding her chest as fully as she could, leaving her tits exposed for the crowd, and Rebecca, to see.

Rebecca couldn’t help but be impressed and a little intimidated. Gina’s tits were amazing, full and round, with perfect areolae and thick nipples, even with the fight going on, they still looked great. Rebecca knew that this was her chance…

“You arrogant, sadistic bitch,” the brunette hissed as she moved forward to take her ‘free’ shot. She remembered Linda’s advice and knew that this was her moment to take the fight to the blonde. Gina just snickered.

Rebecca’s attack was perfect: thumb and forefingernails crushed down with evil precision onto Gina’s nipples almost severing them both. Blood spurted from the engorged left nipple, although the attack on the right wasn’t as successful. Gina’s eyes went wide and she shrieked in agony, almost immediately clutching at Rebecca’s hands to try and pry them free, but then the consummate fighter in her regained control and the fire snapped back into her eyes.

Gina’s powerful claws shot out and dug deeply into the underbelly of Rebecca’s big tits. With a cry of rage and power, Gina hoisted Rebecca off the ground by her tits, the claws digging in violently and the titflesh threatening to tear away from her chest wall. Rebecca helplessly released her attack on Gina’s nipples and gurgled in pain as her legs flailed and her body bucked involuntarily. The blonde lifted her up almost over her head and then literally threw her down. Rebecca crashed to the floor unceremoniously, curled up in the fetal position as the bell to end the round sounded.

Gina roared with renewed anger as she walked to her corner and cradled her wounded tits. Rebecca had to be helped to her corner, as Melissa worked feverishly to get her back into fighting shape.

“I’m done…” Rebecca whispered, “I can’t feel my boobs…I think she ripped them off my chest…she’s just the better woman…”

“No.” Melissa said harshly, “she’s not the better woman—she may have better tits and she may be a better fighter, but she’s not the better woman… Now you go out there and beat her in this third round—you made it to the third round which you KNOW is a huge accomplishment for you!! Now go get her!!”

Rebecca looked at Melissa and lifted up her big breasts for Melissa to see. Right where the breast met the chest wall on both sides, big bruises were developing… Melissa knew that this was from the lift at the end of the round and realized exactly what Gina was doing when she did it. She also knew why Rebecca was showing her.

“It’s okay,” Melissa said, only half-convinced herself, “You can still handle it, just keep the straps from tightening.”

Rebecca raised her eyebrows and laughed, “Yeah, right.” She shook her head, “Okay, let’s do this.” Melissa slid the straps over her breasts and tightened them gingerly. Just the strap near the bruising made Rebecca grimace. Melissa knew that her friend was in trouble this time.

The two fighters came out to meet. Gina sneered as the ref attached the two women together. “You sure you want to do this, bitch, or do you want to give up now?”

Rebecca chose to say nothing as the fight began again. They each immediately grabbed the strap to try to prevent pressure on their tits but still tighten it on their foe. Rebecca tried to close the gap and titbox Gina, but Gina defended against it, trying to jab her fingernails into Rebecca’s wounded tits. Each woman tried to direct the fight to her strength, unfortunately for Rebecca, Gina had a little advantage in that it was easier to jab at her opponent while keeping her at a distance than it was to crush her tits with her own tits…

The two women danced and parried, attacking each other. Rebecca continued efforts to attack Gina’s nipples and Gina defended with some skill. Finally though, Gina slipped up and Rebecca was able to move in and assault Gina’s tits with her own. Gina’s face looked frightened as Rebecca’s spirit was lifted by her success and her tits slammed viciously into Gina’s knocking them left, right, up and down. Gina continued to backpedal, the assault apparently hurting her badly. The crowd roared their approval as Rebecca’s dominance became more and more obvious. Gina whimpered and groaned, occasionally even backing away and cradling her wounded rack as Rebecca pushed the onslaught forward.

Rebecca thought she could her Melissa cheering and allowed herself to think again about the possibility of winning as she chased Gina around the ring. The only frustration she faced was that she couldn’t free up the strap to use it to her advantage. Gina backed up more as a particularly devastating blow seemed to stun the blonde. She held her arms out for balance as her legs almost buckled. Rebecca knew that this was her chance. She had to put the blonde out now and she had to do it perfectly. She moved in quick and hard, tits out and as she closed the distance on the move….


….she realized what a grave mistake she had made….

Gina grinned with an evil smile as the brunette came at her. She had been playing an exceptional game of possum and she tugged on the strap, adding to Rebecca’s momentum and then hip tossing the brunette as she side stepped and allowed her to be flipped to her back on the ground. The crowd roared as it realized the maneuver that had just played out and exactly how good Gina was. The strap pulled exquisitely taught as Rebecca crashed onto her back and her tits were instantly engorged to almost twice their normal size. Gina’s leather pants suddenly crashed onto her belly, the air being forced from her lungs. The pants were rough and stuck harshly to her sweaty flesh as the blonde kept leaning back, the straps tightening violently as she used her dominant position to jab viciously at the engorged tits on Rebecca’s chest. Rebecca desperately tried to attack from her bottom position, targeting Gina’s nipples, but the blonde was easily able to defend her position, inflicting pain which her nails exponentially more devastating than anything Rebecca had suffered to date.

Blood oozed from the engorged flesh of Rebecca’s tits, each puncture from Gina’s nails another assault on her confidence. The brunette desperately bucked and flailed trying to free herself but she was too spent. She knew the fight was over even before the blonde grabbed her tits with vicious malice and began slamming them together in their engorged state.

Rebecca sobbed and wailed her submission. Gina ripped the strap off and leapt to her feet raising her arms above her head, victorious. Rebecca curled up on the floor and didn’t move, sobbing in agony and emotional exhaustion…

[Fuentes]

Awesome Shindy. A nice Sunday afternoon diversion; thank you.

[bustymature]

Excellent story Shindy but DD is not enormous. And anyone whom is 5'8 137 lbs. wouldnt be 38DDD because they would be a stick. But thanks for story very good.

[cage]

great story, thanks

[MikeJV]

GREAT story, but I have to agree with bustymature on the size/weight points.DD is only emotmus if you're a french model. (you know, a stick figure, a skeleton with skin)

I'm NOT trying to 'knock you or your story' but stats are something I'm good at, and while I'm not 'mr reaslism' when it comes to to my female characters chests, I do take bidy type, height, bust, etc.... into account when determining weight. Internet is full of sites that have women's stats, I generally modify reaal stats slighty to match a character. Give trying to help the realisma little, and tho I don't mind, some people will notice and comment, bot all nicely. I hope I phrased all this correctly, as I really want you to keep posting your new stories here.

Mike

[DCUnited]

Great story Shindy. Ignore the sycophants who over-write everything they do.

This was the best story on MikeJVs page in ages.

[Piers_K]

Absolutely right Mike. While that is a great story, women's proportions are generally more generous when they have big tits. For my money 'big' does not begin until G cup, but then the women would not be skinny (unless they are using implants). Having said that, a number of REAL titfighters of my acquintance average only a B cup, but these women's methods involve mostly bear hugging for protracted periods with nipple grinding dominating, or breast punching. You should talk to Mignon about this on the Titfighting board. Personally, I prefer big tits which women can swing, but such women generally weigh in at no less than 170lbs with boobs of H cup and upwards. It is worth checking out sizing charts if you cannot find a busty woman to grill. I hope this helps. I am looking forwards to reading more of your stories.

Piers Knight.