Best Tits in Town (Teen vs. 20-something Titfight)

[Augur]

Hello everyone,

Here's another take at the piece I posted earlier this month ("The Fishing Shack", originally by Janine_G), as inspired by the alternate reference photo and its models. The story comes in two different versions, each with its own end portion and result. Let me know which is more to your own liking!


But first, here's a quick look at the two 'muses', an 18-year-old cutie Danielle, fresh out of high school, and Sienna, a hot and bitchy 28-year-old:






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Best Tits in Town - Version A


Sienna Cooper had been dating the local stud Jake Reynolds, former captain and quarterback of the football team, ever since the two graduated high school some 10 years earlier. She'd been the senior prom queen, and voted "easiest on the eyes" in their yearbook. While her pretty face and lean-yet-shapely figure certainly fit the bill, Sienna's main advantage over her competition was located in one very specific area; from her early teens, the brunette had been blessed with a set of tits that any female would die for. Big, pert and ample, they were about as close to perfection as only 18-year-old boobs could get. There had even been an unofficial bathroom poll about whether Sienna's tits were in fact better than everyone's favorite English teacher Mrs. Barton's, who all the boys the school had (not-so-)secretly wanted to fuck.

Roughly a decade older than them, the woman had been not only buxom and beautiful, but also boasted an unmistakably large rack. Though Sienna had never learned the result of that latter poll, she'd always silently wanted to put her tits up against the young teacher's pride and joy. Part of it was simple curiosity; she was hardly the only student who'd wanted to see exactly what the late-20s woman was really packing under her clothes. But mostly, it was because deep down, Sienna had always known that her own set was better. She'd spent many sleepless nights picturing how her tight teen tits would overwhelm and out-boob the sexy, young teacher's bountiful rack, proving to everyone that while all the guys might lust after Mrs. Barton's big, fat udders, hers were the best.

Now, many years later, Sienna was working as a paralegal for a local lawyer, while Jake worked at the paper mill just outside of town. To Sienna's great satisfaction, and to many of her former classmates' even greater envy, her boyfriend hadn't let himself go after his semi-promising sports career had fizzled out, and still continued to possess a footballer's general build and body-type. Jake might have gained a couple pounds of fat since their teenage years - heck, realistically, who hadn't? - but he definitely hadn't lost any of the thick, hunky muscularity that'd attracted Sienna to him in the first place. So, not only had she succeeded in snatching up the best-looking guy in their senior year, but could take pride in the fact that her boyfriend ranked among the most desirable males in town even today.

What Sienna hadn't known, until very recently, was that all of Jake's hard work at the gym wasn't purely for her benefit. Being the old high school jock and handsome stud that he was, Jake often had his eye on some fresh meat as well... Not because his girlfriend wasn't hot; Sienna, too, made sure to keep fit, and sported a body that looked almost as lean, and was actually just a hint more curvaceous, than before. No, it was simply because he could - Jake remained as popular as ever among the town's young, skanky bitches.

Couple weeks prior, the big, beefy stallion had started fucking Danielle Barton, an eye-catchingly pretty blonde who had just graduated high school - and who, not surprisingly given her last name, had an impressive set of tits. Danielle was Mrs. Barton's daughter, and seemed to have inherited all her momma's best genes. A bit of detective work from Sienna's part revealed that, apparently, the little blondie 'could fuck like a monster', 'gave better head than any sorority babe', and was reportedly 'nothing short of mind-blowing' in the cowgirl position. Safe to say, she could see why Jake enjoyed banging her. The fact that the girl's body happened to resemble that of a playboy bunny didn't exactly hurt, either.

Sienna wasn't about to tolerate any this, though. One early summer afternoon, she decided to have lunch at the diner where she knew Danielle worked and take a better look at her competition. Despite the girl's sweet smiles and happy, almost bubbly demeanor, Sienna could tell that Danielle had instantly known who she was. To her irritation, the blonde teenager looked every bit as beautiful up close as she did from afar, the generally less-than-snug waitress' outfit appearing to cling onto the girl's highly feminine figure. A man would have to be blind not to notice her. As Sienna was making her payment and exchanging faked pleasantries at the end of the meal, she slipped a discreet note between two ten-dollar bills.

It simply said, "My place. Tomorrow at 2 pm." and had a smiley face at the bottom.

She didn't need to specify what would happen once the blonde arrived. Every young woman in their town knew Sienna's reputation, and the way she settled all her disagreements. Namely, with her tits.

Sienna had bashed boobs with quite a few girls over the years, and knew all the tricks worth knowing. That is, not just the basics like 'pound and pummel small, firm boobs a bit to soften them up first' or 'grind bigger, softer boobs to mush in a tight bearhug', but more advanced stuff as well. Already back in high school, she'd been busy testing her breasts against several of her classmates, as well as a few slightly older girls who'd graduated right before them, successfully taming each and every one of their sets. In two of the latter cases, a quick rematch had admittedly been needed before Sienna could assert her dominance - but assert it she had. Even the previous queen bee had ultimately gotten her perky cones flattened by the brunette.

Though not quite the biggest or heaviest pair around, Sienna had discovered that her breasts possessed very good density and superb staying power, which, together with her natural killer instinct, allowed the brunette to be able to out-boob just about any opponent.

Case in point: the summer before her freshman year at college, she'd gotten a chance to flatten this top-heavy blonde skank Bethany, who'd been two years above her in school, and was famous across town for her truly massive pair, which could reportedly dish out the most epic boob-jobs known to man. Pounding those mammoth jugs to submission had been a real challenge even for a pair as firm as the brunette's, but the wild sex Sienna'd had with her man afterwards easily made up for all the sweat and tears.

Later on, the brunette had reigned the titfighting circle of her small, local college as the undisputed campus boob-champion. She'd suffered only one single defeat early on, against a senior alpha-bitch with seriously tough tits, but managed to avenge that loss in short order, and endured further two or three close calls before the message had begun to sink in. All in all, quite a large number of sorority girls had tried their luck against Sienna's rack, and promptly gotten sent back to their dorms with their tails tucked between their legs.

One fellow freshman she'd fought during her first year there stuck out as a particularly good example - not least because the girl had insisted on having their match recorded, presumably so that she could show off her 'triumph' to all her friends back home. That little latina hadn't been so little up top, and was no doubt used to being able to bully other girls with her boobs. It had been a real pleasure to smack the student's large, meaty udders around their dorm for a bit, with Shana using a few well-placed taunts to drive the young sorority babe into a rage of desperation before finally putting her rival out of her misery. She'd made sure that the camera caught them from just the right angle as her stronger set did the latina's tits in, Shana's firm orbs burrowing into those fat, rounded mammaries and forcing the girl's olive-toned flesh to mold around her own breasts. The video of that 'boob-massacre' had quickly become quite popular around campus, and caused the latina to transfer to a different college once their freshman year had been over. Shana still had that clip, actually, and liked to watch it together with her boyfriend on special occasions. Today might well be one.

In short, you could say that the 28-year-old brunette was eagerly looking forward for the opportunity to flatten this uppity little skank's uppity little tits.

Danielle, for her part, had been in only two proper titfights in her entire life. She had sparred with some of her friends in half-playful 'boob wrestling' matches quite a bit more, though. You see, until her junior year of high school, Danielle had, well, been pretty much as flat as a board. And once she had developed - almost overnight, it'd seemed - none of the other girls had suddenly been interested in challenging her. Very few of Danielle's classmates seemed to have boobs big and firm enough to be able to offer real trouble against her own rack, and the blonde doubted that some old broad in her late twenties could fare much better. So she was feeling pretty confident as she rang the doorbell, only needing to wait for a few seconds before Sienna swung the door open. The woman's face did not look friendly.

"Jake's mine, Danielle. I'm going to make sure you leave him alone from now on," the brunette declared, her tone cool and measured as she took a step towards the blonde-haired girl.

Danielle chuckled at the older female's attempt to intimidate her. "Just what do you think getting your tits rammed back into your chest by my hooters is going to prove to him? That your love for him is stronger than my pussy? The one that's been fucking his brains out every other night this week? The one that drains his big, girthy dick good enough to make Jake moan my name like some shell-shocked junior high virgin?"

"Good luck with that, bitch. You're gonna need it."

Sienna's eyes flashed with anger. The nerve of this slut...

"Oh, it doesn't work that way, barbie. I'm gonna beat your sexy little boobies to a pulp. Those big and plump teen boppers are going to look droopier than your grandma's by the time I'm done with them. And when Jake gets sight of 'em, he's gonna stop wanting to fuck you altogether."

"We'll see about that. Your wrinkly ol' fat-sacks will be lucky to last five minutes against my perfect 18-year-old set..."

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Both young women began to peel off their clothes in tense silence. Though Sienna's own body could be readily described as 'curvy', the brunette was annoyed to find that her rival's physique looked even more so; Danielle's hips were noticeably wide and fertile-looking, her bust ample, and despite that thin layer of baby fat - which served to give the blonde a distinctly cute and adorable appearance - her waist looked very narrow. The girl seemed unlikely to weigh much more than she did, her limbs and midsection appearing slim and toned, even if not quite as outright athletic as hers. The only advantage the brunette might be able to claim for herself was in visible muscle definition and leanness, but even then, the difference between them was negligeable. Sienna reckoned she should try to take some consolation in that fact that at least Jake hadn't been cheating on her with some run-of-the-mill sidepiece; this blondie looked smokin' hot.

Not that she would ever tell her that.

"You ready to roll, bitch-tits?" Danielle asked impishly as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra and tossed it off to the side, smirking a bit at the brunette's poorly masked ogling of her petite yet curvaceous body. She was pretty used to the stares at this point, frankly, with both guys and girls regularly stopping whatever they were doing to check her out. Once her tits came out, jaws tended to drop.

Sienna was no exception. She was impressed. Both by the blonde's confidence, and by her size. She'd already been able to assess that the girl's boobs were easily as large as her own, decade older jugs, but now that they were fully out in the open, it actually seemed like they might be even bigger. More importantly, the teenager's breasts also looked very, very firm, jutting out from her chest proudly and appearing to feature minimal detectable sag or hang. Had they not been so damn perky, they might've almost appeared fake. But there was no way silicone could achieve a shape like that.

Now, Sienna was rightfully proud of her own pair, which had grown a tad bigger and only slightly softer in the decade since her graduation. Her boobs did possess more visible hang than before, but still maintained an enviably full and attractive teardrop shape. She knew that compared to most women, even teens, her boobs looked amazing. Now that they were placed right next to Danielle's strikingly pert set, however, she couldn't help but begin to feel a little insecure... Heck, Sienna wasn't sure if her own boobs had been quite THAT solid-looking even back in the day, and knew for sure that her 18-year-old self would've been giving up almost one full cup in bra size. Even now, Danielle's big, perfect orbs seemed perceptibly bigger than her own, more ripened-looking teats.

But the edge in skill and experience surely belonged to the brunette. Sienna steeled her jaw as she forcefully dragged her eyes away from the girl's unusually prodigious pair, and brought her gaze back to her cute, almost angelic face. Oh, how she wanted to wipe that cocky smirk off the bitch's face...

"You bet I am, barbie-girl. I'm going to enjoy making you cry for mommy as I pound those overinflated things right off your chest. Get ready to experience the beatdown of a lifetime."

"Ha! With those soft, droopy hangers? Bring it, bitch!"

Sienna knew perfectly well that in reality, her breasts were not even close to being saggy. And so did the blonde, for that matter. But the jab cut her deep, anyway. The fact that her rival's flawlessly rounded young boobs were staring Sienna right in the face as she said it did not help one bit.

"Oh, you're gonna regret that, blondie..." the brunette hissed, her nostrils flaring dangerously. "Jake's not even going to recognize your boobs once I'm done with them. I'm gonna WRECK those arrogant teen udders!"

Both women lunged at the same time, ramming forward into each other chest-first. As their breasts slammed together with a loud, fleshy 'smack', Sienna just barely managed to hold back her groan. Not only were Danielle's tits big, and surprisingly heavy, but they also felt every bit as dense and unyielding as they looked. Those things were like fucking cannonballs! Sienna took a deep breath, inhaling as much air as she could and expanding her chest for maximum effect before thrusting her tits into the blonde's larger globes again.

The brunette was used to her tits being able to at least hold their own against the opposition on first contact. This time, however, they weren't. Danielle's firm, perky boobs seemed to have precious little give, compressing only a bit while Sienna's own flesh flattened much more obviously against her chest. Once the fighters' momentum was fully expended, those big, perfect teen tits sprang back into their rounded form with notable elasticity, appearing to almost bounce the brunette's set off of them and causing Sienna to stumble slightly in surprise.

She didn't give the busty teen any time to gloat or to even smirk, ramming her still-jiggling breasts once more against their counterparts without delay. Sienna could feel her sturdy titflesh compress and splay out as their racks collided for a third time, but began to coil and roll her back expertly, doing her best to bring the full heft of her sizable jugs into play. Normally, this would force her tits to burrow against and into their rivals, helping to displace the opposing mass more quickly and effectively as her own boobs began dig in. This time, though, the move caused her own breasts to spread out even further as the pressure between their chests increased, but the brunette could feel her thick, meaty breast-tissue straining mightily against the blonde's orbs, refusing to lose any more of their feminine shape - for now. A muffled grunt from Dakota revealed the teen's discomfort as her own, obviously very firm flesh began to spread out as well, those pert and perfect boobs slowly starting to compress in tandem with Sienna's. Despite appearances, those big, round things weren't fully made of iron, after all.

But they weren't far off. For several minutes, the wet, dull thudding and smacking of flesh was punctuated by grunts and yelps while the two females kept smashing their best assets together. The teenagers' large, alarmingly solid boobs continued to rock the brunette's slightly smaller breasts, Danielle's tightly packed 18-year-old titmeat pressing tightly against Sienna's dense flesh as it sought to simply overpower and flatten the opposing set with its springy, youthful firmness. And it felt like the blonde was succeeding!

Each blow from Danielle's wrecking-ball orbs seemed to slam into Sienna's set with greater momentum and effect. Instead of trying to assert their dominance like usual, or at the very least meeting their rivals evenly, her boobs were now struggling just to resist and survive the assault from the teenager's large, meaty pair. Sienna could feel her proud tits quivering violently as they fought - and failed - to hold their ground against their younger adversaries, her normally robust flesh compressing against Danielle's less malleable breast-tissue as it yielded valuable terrain and morphed into a less prominent, compressed shape. Though you'd never get her to admit it aloud, Sienna began to suspect that her boobs simply lacked the punch to match the blonde's rack in pure, raw tit-power. They were giving those big, insanely firm teen tits a serious workout, yes, but also taking heavy damage with each passing moment, and probably weakening at least as rapidly as their counterparts did. She could already feel the dense, inner meat located deep within the cores of her breasts starting to heat up.

But she wasn't going to quit. She just wouldn't. She'd fight like hell, to the bitter end. She would keep bashing tits with this overinflated barbie as long as she could, and continue their slog until one set finally turned to mush and failed completely. If that turned out to be Sienna's own, she would at least make sure that Danielle's once-perfect tits, too, would become a loose, wobbly mess by the end. Resigning herself to the inevitable pain and agony, the brunette put every ounce of her considerable skill and experience to use, deploying a vast array of different feints, jolts and sudden twists of her torso to avoid the blonde's attacks whenever she could, and at least blunt the impact a bit when she couldn't.

This, of course, wasn't the first time Sienna had encountered a pair even firmer than her own. Growing up, there'd always been some girl with small and perky, absolutely rock-hard boobs. The brunette was no novice at how to counter those. Her school's previous queen bee - a lithe gymnast of a bitch one year older than Sienna - had been sporting a set just like that. And while they'd certainly put up a heck of a fight, she'd crushed those pointy things with her own rack in the end. But the key operating word here was 'small'. The two boulders she was fighting against now were as big as they were solid. Defeating knockers like this was a whole another ballgame, and one that required speed and agility along with seriously good staying-power. Both from one's boobs, as well as from their wielder. All Sienna could do was hope that her jugs wouldn't give out before her body finally ran out of steam.

The brunette's mouth pursed in deep concentration as she torqued her hips and swung her jugs against Danielle's right boob from the side, the carefully engineered collision sending the blonde's impacted mammary thudding right into her left teat. The young girl groaned as she felt both of her large, firm breasts shake and wobble independently of each other. Before Danielle's rack had time to settle on her chest, Sienna's next swing saw her left breast crashing into the teenager's left boob. The violence of the blow again forced her meaty gland toward the center of her chest, Danielle's dense orbs bouncing deliciously from the powerful impacts.

Cursing, the high school graduate tried to mirror her opponent's approach and twisted her own shoulders to the left, no doubt hoping to land a quick retaliatory jab against the brunette's waiting teats. But the more experienced fighter saw it coming and immediately dipped down, narrowly avoiding the frustrated blonde's attempt and connecting her set into the blonde's still-quivering pair from below. The sudden double uppercut hit its mark with deadly precision, forcing both of Danielle's thick globes to bounce atop Sienna's.

"Oh yeah, there we go..." Sienna hissed, watching Danielle's pert, perfect tits jiggle and shake from the violent blows with grim satisfaction. "Those puffy things aren-"

She didn't get to finish that sentence as the infuriated-looking blonde let out a growl and punched her left globe into the older girl's right boob, before following up with an identical blow from the other side into Sienna's other mammary. The 28-year-old grimaced mightily as her big boobs morphed around the two brutal tit-punches, reforming back into their usual, full and rounded forms only as the busty teenager pulled her own orbs back. The grin on Danielle's face didn't stay there for long, though, with Sienna launching a new flurry of rapid staccato blows into her opponent's slightly bigger bust, the grunting blonde doing her best to imitate her.

Each pair proved exceedingly durable, absorbing constant damage but doggedly refusing to break down. After another 10 minutes or so of violent tit-rams, bashes and slams, both women had gotten thoroughly exhausted. Slowly, the duo stepped apart, pulling away from one another to take a pause and to catch their breaths. They were both drenched in sweat, their formerly glorious breasts visibly reddened and swollen, and their makeup a smudgy mess.

To her relief, Sienna realized that Danielle was crying. A steady stream of fresh tears flowed down the girl's cheeks even as she kept staring daggers at her. She couldn't be sure if it was more from pain, frustration, fatigue or what, but the busty teen was definitely hurting. Perhaps just as badly as she was? Despite her breasts' very high quality, she could tell that the blonde was still quite new to titfighting, and clearly unaccustomed to the sheer, agonizing torture a prolonged boob-slamming session like theirs unavoidably led to. She'd also spotted her making quite a few beginner's mistakes, which further confirmed the girl's relative inexperience. Sienna silently thanked her lucky stars; she didn't even want to think about the torment this puffed-up highschooler's tits could've dished out if she actually knew what she was doing.

"Why don't you... just give up... you stubborn bitch?" the young blonde wheezed though her tears, panting audibly. "My tits are destroying yours. I know you can feel those old mushy sacks... turning to paste against my firmer rack. You can try to dodge and evade all you want... but we both know that my boobs... are better than yours."

Sienna sucked in several deep breaths as well, hungrily inhaling more precious oxygen. She'd never been more happy about her semi-religious workout regimen, which had enabled her to retain a lean and toned figure that appeared to rival her 18-year-old opponent's in sheer physical fitness.

She shook her head slowly. "You go ahead and quit if it's too much for you, Miss Tits. Your boobs are big, and pretty fucking firm, I'll give you that... but you're outmatched here. I'm in a league above yours. My superior jugs are about to pummel those plump teenage titties flat."

"Jake's face is gonna be priceless when I tell him what... it was like to feel your big, pillowy udders melt against mine. All that loose, totally liquefied titflesh just... oozing around my stronger, sexier breasts."

"Or - wait, why don't we do one better? Grab a short little clip of your tits' surrender to my rack..." the brunette continued in an audibly winded drawl, her lips curling into a venomous smirk as she nodded slowly, seemingly to herself. "Yeah... that way he'll get to see the whole thing first-hand... those perfect young boobies just breaking apart and... slowly flattening against my jugs."

"Oh fuck you, you old hag!" the younger female flipped her off, Danielle's eyes flashing and her normally cute face morphing into a decidedly angry-looking scowl. "You're on! I can't wait for Jake to see just how badly my firm tits outclass your soft and droopy sacks of fat. He's gonna be BEGGING me to fuck him tonight!"

"No he won't. Not after I've pulverized those puffed-up udders of yours, and turned them to mush with my better set," Sienna countered, her tone low, mean and full of promise.

"Tonight, Jake is going to be busy watching your saggy, beaten udders just ooze around my dominant set - all the while I ride his brains out, bouncing on his lap and gripping onto his huge, rock-hard dick tight enough to make him see stars. Then, I'm gonna make Jake cum inside me so hard and so deep that he'll forget all about you."

"That's right, barbie-bitch. Tonight, your hunky, handsome fuck-buddy's gonna learn that I'm simply better than you - in every conceivable way!"

With an enraged growl, Danielle charged at her rival. And for once, the highly mobile brunette was caught flat-footed. The 18-year-old's large, dense globes smashed against her stationary pair with a wet and meaty 'smack'. Sienna groaned. Or more like gurgled. She could feel her big tits mold against the invading set of boobs, the blonde's firm, young titmeat burrowing its way deep into the meaty cores of her full breasts, forcing Sienna's flesh to compress and reshape. Rarely had she experienced another woman's best assets displace her own chest like this. Sienna felt her inner tissue, and the ligaments that support a woman's breasts, getting strained to their absolute limit under the pressure, desperately struggling to hold the opposing pair of breasts off.

The brunette grunted and groaned, but arched her back as much as she could, Sienna's taut muscles protesting loudly as she sought to force her bust forward despite the intensely unpleasant sensation. She kept pushing and shoving with all her might in a strenuous effort to bring their chests back into equality. Her normally stout and powerful tits weren't quite getting pushed around by their teenage rivals, but it wasn't lost on her whose pair seemed to control the action, and currently held more of the space between their busts. At least Danielle's set, too, appeared to have softened from its earlier state, the teen's formerly flawless boobs looking quite tender and sore, and reshaping a lot more obviously than at the beginning. Both pairs of breasts were also jiggling noticeably, the two large, supple masses of titmeat straining together as they sought purchase over their rivals.

Sienna was in absolute agony, her flesh burning with hot, searing pain, but she took what solace she could in the young blonde's panting whimpers and flushed, tear-stricken face. The shapely teen was in clear and obvious discomfort, wincing in pain even as she tried to press and pump her tenderized breasts into the brunette's. Sienna's jugs compressed noticeably with each thrust and pistoning motion the blonde, the thick, dense boobmeat inside them spreading out and flattening as it struggled to contain the advance of their younger adversaries. Still, Sienna could feel her boobs continuing to offer stiff resistance, pressing tightly against Danielle's large, firm orbs and causing the blonde's own pair to balloon out quite a bit as well. Encouraged by her rival's breathless gasps and increasingly rattled expression, the brunette kept shoving back stubbornly, pitting her set directly against the blonde's best assets in an intimate test of boob strength and endurance. Every once in a while, Sienna took a small step backwards to gain some added momentum before launching another tit-ram against the blonde's now-wobbling rack. The teen's loud and shaky groan was music to her ears, and she continued her attack despite the intense, throbbing pain that radiated out from the centers of her tits. Gritting her teeth, Sienna kept slamming her chest against Danielle's, and silently willed herself not to back down.

The two busty young women continued to simply ram their sizable busts together repeatedly, Danielle's big, heavy orbs meeting Sienna's slightly smaller breasts in a gruelling series of violent collisions. After five more excruciatingly long minutes, which felt more like months or years really, one female finally let out a wounded wail, slowly falling to her knees as she cupped her big, badly bruised teats and cradled them against her palms.

"E-enough! Please, stop! I give! I... I can't go on anymore. It hurts too much. My tits are fucking killing me!" the blonde-haired teenager moaned, her voice cracking slightly she took a shaky, shuddering breath and peered up at the older brunette.

Danielle's normally cute face was covered in sweat, tears and runny mascara, and her blonde hair had become glued against her skin, looking nothing like the glamorous cascade of golden curls from before. Further down, the girl's bust was a sight to be seen as well, Danielle's large, pert breasts having turned into two red, swollen masses of jiggly - and unmistakably tender - flesh. They seemed to be hanging much lower on her chest now, with plenty of visible sag, though it was impossible to tell just how much of that change could be explained by her posture, and how much was due to actual damage to the breast-tissue. In any case, the girl's boobs had certainly taken quite a beating.

"You win, Sienna. I... surrender..." Danielle hiccuped as she began to sob quietly, softly kneading her pained breasts in her hands. "I don't understand... my tits are better than yours. They were crushing yours in the beginning, weren't they? Why didn't you just give up and admit it?"

"Size and firmness alone don't always win you titfights, Danielle. Skill and stamina count, too. As does sheer willpower," the brunette hissed, her own voice a little uneven, and not only from exhaustion. She was sweating just as profusedly as the teen, but sounded perhaps a tad less winded.

"You've got an impressive rack. Some of the prettiest tits I've seen. But you're still just a weak little girl at heart. I, by contrast, am a real woman..." Sienna continued in a low murmur, slowly straightening her posture as she fought to get her heavy breathing back under control. "My set has tamed yours, blondie. Simply worn those girly boobies down. Outlasted them."

"And now, Jake's finally all mine."

"Get up here, and bring those teen tits next to mine. I want to get a good comparison shot for him."

The blonde swallowed thickly, but began to stand up, slowly rising back to her feet. Her eyes were wide, and watery from the tears, the girl looking like a veritable deer in headlights as she approached the brunette warily.

"Please... I already gave up..." she pleaded. Without success.

"Play stupid games, missy, and you end up winning stupid prizes," Sienna sneered, thrusting out her visibly reddened, now somewhat droopy-looking breasts. They'd graduated from their earlier, highly attractive teardrop shape into a much more mature and ripened appearance, but thanks to all the swelling, they still appeared relatively full and ample. While they did sag appreciably lower than before, the change was nothing compared what had happened to the blonde's formerly perfect boobs.

Danielle's big, pert and beautiful breasts were, in one word, a mess. Just like with the brunette's set, the considerable amount of swelling from all the battle-damage they had sustained did seem to help maintain some appearance of fullness, but compared to the start of the fight, the impression of youthful perkiness was fully gone. Instead of sitting high on her chest and jutting out proudly like before, the teenager's once strikingly photogenic boobs now drooped down noticeably, hanging low from the sheer weight that those large, thoroughly loosened mammaries possessed.

Sienna's grin was tired but genuine as the brunette grabbed her phone and stretched her right arm outward, aiming the camera carefully so that both their faces and chests were in the frame before hitting the record button. She then maneuvered her breasts closer to Danielle's, deftly bringing them tip-to-tip.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen," Sienna smirked, her expression smug as ever while she addressed her virtual audience. "Or, more likely, one not-so-gentle man..." the brunette added with a chuckle, apparently laughing at her own joke. She completely ignored Danielle's tearful sniffles, the girl's flushed, wet face appearing to display sadness, pain, dread, and perhaps some degree of resignation. All in all, the blonde's quietly subdued demeanor and sullen expression made for a polar opposite to Sienna's satisfied triumph.

"Anyway, let's cut the BS and skip right on to the good stuff. Just take a goood, looong look at these big teenage boobies! They don't look so good anymore, do they? Not after they went to war with my stronger, more attractive jugs!"

"I told Danielle, here, that my rack was better than hers, but she didn't believe me. Hey, no hard feelings. I can understand why. Her boobies did look damn nice. So perky and beautiful. Perfect teen tits."

"But mine are better. Let me prove it."

"Sienna, d-"

The 28-year-old cut off the girl's half-hearted objection by simply shoving her jugs forward. The brunette's thick, meaty pair mashed into the blonde's ampler flesh without further ceremony, compressing visibly, but also quickly starting to displace their rivals' tender, loosened flesh. Danielle groaned at the painful and decidedly unfamiliar sensation, yet watched in horrified fascination how her boobs seemed to slowly yield ground and start to spread outward to the sides, their badly worn-out breast-tissue now mainly molding against Sienna's slightly smaller teats, rather than the other way around.

The brunette grinned widely as she reached out to wrap her free arm around Danielle's shoulders. Her lean, toned muscles bulged noticeably while she pulled the still-groaning girl in closer, seeming to take great pleasure in each gasp and whine that escaped the busty teenager's mouth. Danielle's eyes closed against the intense discomfort emanating from her injured breasts, the stunned, shaken girl feeling her large but severely weakened pair flatten out more and more obviously with each passing second. Sienna redoubled her efforts, this time actually coiling her back a bit to force her tits onto the blonde's sore mammaries even more intimately, appearing to almost try and pump her chest against Danielle's.

That trick did it. As the brunette increased the pressure and strain on both sets to critical mass, the resistance in Danielle's breasts seemed to break almost at once. The thick inner tissue deep within girl's big, firm teenage tits reached its limit and suddenly began to melt against their rivals' sturdier, evidently more resilient breastmeat. On the phone's screen, the teen's once-perky and impressively dense boobs appeared to collapse with a soft and fleshy quiver, Sienna's taut, supple set suddenly pushing its way into them and displacing Danielle's outmatched flesh as it succumbed to a stronger mass of titmeat.

"Aaaauuugghhh," the shocked teenager wailed as she both felt and saw her boobs simply pancake against her chest, overpowered by her opponent's smaller but now less pliable breasts. On the recording, it was easy to make out the blonde's formerly gorgeous boobs ballooning out and around Sienna's dominant breasts as they molded to the shape of their betters.

"Unnnhhhh, fuck! I give, I give!" Danielle gurgled, feeling her 18-year-old tits spread around the brunette's invading flesh, their thick inner tissue appearing to break down completely. The girl half-moaned, half-sobbed her submission. "Please, Sienna, stop! You've flattened my tits! I submit!"

But the brunette didn't stop. At least not right away. With a mean smirk playing on her lips, Sienna continued to grind her breasts into Danielle's visibly yielding chest, pushing the blonde-haired teenager's suddenly so soft and pliable teats around at will. The 28-year-old quite literally rubbed her victory in, watching with glee how her opponent's once perfect, but by now fully liquefied breasts seemed to mold against her own freely, the vanquished titmeat inside them even oozing and flowing out a bit to caress the sides of Sienna's own, tender but noticeably less malleable boobs. The brunette made her last few thrusts relatively gentle, pushing her tits in only far enough to demonstrate their rivals' decisive surrender, Danielle's loosened flesh reshaping lazily around their rivals.

"You fucking squished them," the teen groaned weakly, slowly looking up from her pulverized set and regarding the young woman before her with a shaken, dazed expression. "Your boobs just bulldozed mine flat." The girl sounded just as astonished as she looked.

"Fucking right they did, barbie-bitch," Sienna confirmed, her smirk cruel but smug as she regarded the scene between their racks. The brunette glanced at her phone for a moment, making sure that the camera was still zoomed in on their busts. Reassured that the main action was firmly in-frame, she pushed her breasts forward one final time. As expected, Danielle's loose, overwhelmed mammaries flattened out almost immediately, continuing to displace and fold around the brunette's dominant set. Sienna's slightly smaller teats, too, morphed and compressed noticeably, their own softened tenderness evident, but kept their shape after a certain point, and remained relatively full and rounded even as the blonde-haired teenager's vanquished flesh bent and molded against them with little discernible resistance.

"Alright, that ought to do it," the older woman declared, her gaze settling on her opponent's saucer-like eyes. "Tell me, Little Miss Tits, who's got the best rack? Whose breasts are the strongest and the most attractive?"

"Y-yours are," Danielle stammered, the girl's quiet, breathless voice barely above a whisper. "Your boobs are better than mine, Sienna. And hotter, too. My weak and flabby tits can't compete with your sexy, firm wrecking-ball jugs. They pounded these big and perky highschooler boobies to mush, and then ground them flat like they were nothing."

"You have the best tits, Sienna. Better than mine. Better than anyone's."

"Too fucking right," the brunette agreed, nodding at her shivering, physically as well as mentally beaten rival as she ended the recording. She tossed her phone onto the couch and leaned down to pick up her bra, starting to carefully put it back on. Sienna then glanced back at the blonde, who was standing still a few feet away from her, looking a bit scared and unsure what to do.

"What? Grab your shit and get the fuck out of here, bitch. And make sure to never even look at my boyfriend again."


***


Best Tits in Town - Version B


Sienna Cooper had been dating the local stud Jake Reynolds, former captain and quarterback of the football team, ever since the two graduated high school some 10 years earlier. She'd been the senior prom queen, and voted "easiest on the eyes" in their yearbook. While her pretty face and lean-yet-shapely figure certainly fit the bill, Sienna's main advantage over her competition was located in one very specific area; from her early teens, the brunette had been blessed with a set of tits that any female would die for. Big, pert and ample, they were about as close to perfection as only 18-year-old boobs could get. There had even been an unofficial bathroom poll about whether Sienna's tits were in fact better than everyone's favorite English teacher Mrs. Barton's, who all the boys the school had (not-so-)secretly wanted to fuck.

Roughly a decade older than them, the woman had been not only buxom and beautiful, but also boasted an unmistakably large rack. Though Sienna had never learned the result of that latter poll, she'd always silently wanted to put her tits up against the young teacher's pride and joy. Part of it was simple curiosity; she was hardly the only student who'd wanted to see exactly what the late-20s woman was really packing under her clothes. But mostly, it was because deep down, Sienna had always known that her own set was better. She'd spent many sleepless nights picturing how her tight teen tits would overwhelm and out-boob the sexy, young teacher's bountiful rack, proving to everyone that while all the guys might lust after Mrs. Barton's big, fat udders, hers were the best.

Now, many years later, Sienna was working as a paralegal for a local lawyer, while Jake worked at the paper mill just outside of town. To Sienna's great satisfaction, and to many of her former classmates' even greater envy, her boyfriend hadn't let himself go after his semi-promising sports career had fizzled out, and still continued to possess a footballer's general build and body-type. Jake might have gained a couple pounds of fat since their teenage years - heck, realistically, who hadn't? - but he definitely hadn't lost any of the thick, hunky muscularity that'd attracted Sienna to him in the first place. So, not only had she succeeded in snatching up the best-looking guy in their senior year, but could take pride in the fact that her boyfriend ranked among the most desirable males in town even today.

What Sienna hadn't known, until very recently, was that all of Jake's hard work at the gym wasn't purely for her benefit. Being the old high school jock and handsome stud that he was, Jake often had his eye on some fresh meat as well... Not because his girlfriend wasn't hot; Sienna, too, made sure to keep fit, and sported a body that looked almost as lean, and was actually just a hint more curvaceous, than before. No, it was simply because he could - Jake remained as popular as ever among the town's young, skanky bitches.

Couple weeks prior, the big, beefy stallion had started fucking Danielle Barton, an eye-catchingly pretty blonde who had just graduated high school - and who, not surprisingly given her last name, had an impressive set of tits. Danielle was Mrs. Barton's daughter, and seemed to have inherited all her momma's best genes. A bit of detective work from Sienna's part revealed that, apparently, the little blondie 'could fuck like a monster', 'gave better head than any sorority babe', and was reportedly 'nothing short of mind-blowing' in the cowgirl position. Safe to say, she could see why Jake enjoyed banging her. The fact that the girl's body happened to resemble that of a playboy bunny didn't exactly hurt, either.

Sienna wasn't about to tolerate any this, though. One early summer afternoon, she decided to have lunch at the diner where she knew Danielle worked and take a better look at her competition. Despite the girl's sweet smiles and happy, almost bubbly demeanor, Sienna could tell that Danielle had instantly known who she was. To her irritation, the blonde teenager looked every bit as beautiful up close as she did from afar, the generally less-than-snug waitress' outfit appearing to cling onto the girl's highly feminine figure. A man would have to be blind not to notice her. As Sienna was making her payment and exchanging faked pleasantries at the end of the meal, she slipped a discreet note between two ten-dollar bills.

It simply said, "My place. Tomorrow at 2 pm." and had a smiley face at the bottom.

She didn't need to specify what would happen once the blonde arrived. Every young woman in their town knew Sienna's reputation, and the way she settled all her disagreements. Namely, with her tits.

Sienna had bashed boobs with quite a few girls over the years, and knew all the tricks worth knowing. That is, not just the basics like 'pound and pummel small, firm boobs a bit to soften them up first' or 'grind bigger, softer boobs to mush in a tight bearhug', but more advanced stuff as well. Already back in high school, she'd been busy testing her breasts against several of her classmates, as well as a few slightly older girls who'd graduated right before them, successfully taming each and every one of their sets. In two of the latter cases, a quick rematch had admittedly been needed before Sienna could assert her dominance - but assert it she had. Even the previous queen bee had ultimately gotten her perky cones flattened by the brunette.

Though not quite the biggest or heaviest pair around, Sienna had discovered that her breasts possessed very good density and superb staying power, which, together with her natural killer instinct, allowed the brunette to be able to out-boob just about any opponent.

Case in point: the summer before her freshman year at college, she'd gotten a chance to flatten this top-heavy blonde skank Bethany, who'd been two years above her in school, and was famous across town for her truly massive pair, which could reportedly dish out the most epic boob-jobs known to man. Pounding those mammoth jugs to submission had been a real challenge even for a pair as firm as the brunette's, but the wild sex Sienna'd had with her man afterwards easily made up for all the sweat and tears.

Later on, the brunette had reigned the titfighting circle of her small, local college as the undisputed campus boob-champion. She'd suffered only one single defeat early on, against a senior alpha-bitch with seriously tough tits, but managed to avenge that loss in short order, and endured further two or three close calls before the message had begun to sink in. All in all, quite a large number of sorority girls had tried their luck against Sienna's rack, and promptly gotten sent back to their dorms with their tails tucked between their legs.

One fellow freshman she'd fought during her first year there stuck out as a particularly good example - not least because the girl had insisted on having their match recorded, presumably so that she could show off her 'triumph' to all her friends back home. That little latina hadn't been so little up top, and was no doubt used to being able to bully other girls with her boobs. It had been a real pleasure to smack the student's large, meaty udders around their dorm for a bit, with Shana using a few well-placed taunts to drive the young sorority babe into a rage of desperation before finally putting her rival out of her misery. She'd made sure that the camera caught them from just the right angle as her stronger set did the latina's tits in, Shana's firm orbs burrowing into those fat, rounded mammaries and forcing the girl's olive-toned flesh to mold around her own breasts. The video of that 'boob-massacre' had quickly become quite popular around campus, and caused the latina to transfer to a different college once their freshman year had been over. Shana still had that clip, actually, and liked to watch it together with her boyfriend on special occasions. Today might well be one.

In short, you could say that the 28-year-old brunette was eagerly looking forward for the opportunity to flatten this uppity little skank's uppity little tits.

Danielle, for her part, had been in only two proper titfights in her entire life. She had sparred with some of her friends in half-playful 'boob wrestling' matches quite a bit more, though. You see, until her junior year of high school, Danielle had, well, been pretty much as flat as a board. And once she had developed - almost overnight, it'd seemed - none of the other girls had suddenly been interested in challenging her. Very few of Danielle's classmates seemed to have boobs big and firm enough to be able to offer real trouble against her own rack, and the blonde doubted that some old broad in her late twenties could fare much better. So she was feeling pretty confident as she rang the doorbell, only needing to wait for a few seconds before Sienna swung the door open. The woman's face did not look friendly.

"Jake's mine, Danielle. I'm going to make sure you leave him alone from now on," the brunette declared, her tone cool and measured as she took a step towards the blonde-haired girl.

Danielle chuckled at the older female's attempt to intimidate her. "Just what do you think getting your tits rammed back into your chest by my hooters is going to prove to him? That your love for him is stronger than my pussy? The one that's been fucking his brains out every other night this week? The one that drains his big, girthy dick good enough to make Jake moan my name like some shell-shocked junior high virgin?"

"Good luck with that, bitch. You're gonna need it."

Sienna's eyes flashed with anger. The nerve of this slut...

"Oh, it doesn't work that way, barbie. I'm gonna beat your sexy little boobies to a pulp. Those big and plump teen boppers are going to look droopier than your grandma's by the time I'm done with them. And when Jake gets sight of 'em, he's gonna stop wanting to fuck you altogether."

"We'll see about that. Your wrinkly ol' fat-sacks will be lucky to last five minutes against my perfect 18-year-old set..."

*

Both young women began to peel off their clothes in tense silence. Though Sienna's own body could be readily described as 'curvy', the brunette was annoyed to find that her rival's physique looked even more so; Danielle's hips were noticeably wide and fertile-looking, her bust ample, and despite that thin layer of baby fat - which served to give the blonde a distinctly cute and adorable appearance - her waist looked very narrow. The girl seemed unlikely to weigh much more than she did, her limbs and midsection appearing slim and toned, even if not quite as outright athletic as hers. The only advantage the brunette might be able to claim for herself was in visible muscle definition and leanness, but even then, the difference between them was negligeable. Sienna reckoned she should try to take some consolation in that fact that at least Jake hadn't been cheating on her with some run-of-the-mill sidepiece; this blondie looked smokin' hot.

Not that she would ever tell her that.

"You ready to roll, bitch-tits?" Danielle asked impishly as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra and tossed it off to the side, smirking a bit at the brunette's poorly masked ogling of her petite yet curvaceous body. She was pretty used to the stares at this point, frankly, with both guys and girls regularly stopping whatever they were doing to check her out. Once her tits came out, jaws tended to drop.

Sienna was no exception. She was impressed. Both by the blonde's confidence, and by her size. She'd already been able to assess that the girl's boobs were easily as large as her own, decade older jugs, but now that they were fully out in the open, it actually seemed like they might be even bigger. More importantly, the teenager's breasts also looked very, very firm, jutting out from her chest proudly and appearing to feature minimal detectable sag or hang. Had they not been so damn perky, they might've almost appeared fake. But there was no way silicone could achieve a shape like that.

Now, Sienna was rightfully proud of her own pair, which had grown a tad bigger and only slightly softer in the decade since her graduation. Her boobs did possess more visible hang than before, but still maintained an enviably full and attractive teardrop shape. She knew that compared to most women, even teens, her boobs looked amazing. Now that they were placed right next to Danielle's strikingly pert set, however, she couldn't help but begin to feel a little insecure... Heck, Sienna wasn't sure if her own boobs had been quite THAT solid-looking even back in the day, and knew for sure that her 18-year-old self would've been giving up almost one full cup in bra size. Even now, Danielle's big, perfect orbs seemed perceptibly bigger than her own, more ripened-looking teats.

But the edge in skill and experience surely belonged to the brunette. Sienna steeled her jaw as she forcefully dragged her eyes away from the girl's unusually prodigious pair, and brought her gaze back to her cute, almost angelic face. Oh, how she wanted to wipe that cocky smirk off the bitch's face...

"You bet I am, barbie-girl. I'm going to enjoy making you cry for mommy as I pound those overinflated things right off your chest. Get ready to experience the beatdown of a lifetime."

"Ha! With those soft, droopy hangers? Bring it, bitch!"

Sienna knew perfectly well that in reality, her breasts were not even close to being saggy. And so did the blonde, for that matter. But the jab cut her deep, anyway. The fact that her rival's flawlessly rounded young boobs were staring Sienna right in the face as she said it did not help one bit.

"Oh, you're gonna regret that, blondie..." the brunette hissed, her nostrils flaring dangerously. "Jake's not even going to recognize your boobs once I'm done with them. I'm gonna WRECK those arrogant teen udders!"

Both women lunged at the same time, ramming forward into each other chest-first. As their breasts slammed together with a loud, fleshy 'smack', Sienna just barely managed to hold back her groan. Not only were Danielle's tits big, and surprisingly heavy, but they also felt every bit as dense and unyielding as they looked. Those things were like fucking cannonballs! Sienna took a deep breath, inhaling as much air as she could and expanding her chest for maximum effect before thrusting her tits into the blonde's larger globes again.

The brunette was used to her tits being able to at least hold their own against the opposition on first contact. This time, however, they weren't. Danielle's firm, perky boobs seemed to have precious little give, compressing only a bit while Sienna's own flesh flattened much more obviously against her chest. Once the fighters' momentum was fully expended, those big, perfect teen tits sprang back into their rounded form with notable elasticity, appearing to almost bounce the brunette's set off of them and causing Sienna to stumble slightly in surprise.

She didn't give the busty teen any time to gloat or to even smirk, ramming her still-jiggling breasts once more against their counterparts without delay. Sienna could feel her sturdy titflesh compress and splay out as their racks collided for a third time, but began to coil and roll her back expertly, doing her best to bring the full heft of her sizable jugs into play. Normally, this would force her tits to burrow against and into their rivals, helping to displace the opposing mass more quickly and effectively as her own boobs began dig in. This time, though, the move caused her own breasts to spread out even further as the pressure between their chests increased, but the brunette could feel her thick, meaty breast-tissue straining mightily against the blonde's orbs, refusing to lose any more of their feminine shape - for now. A muffled grunt from Dakota revealed the teen's discomfort as her own, obviously very firm flesh began to spread out as well, those pert and perfect boobs slowly starting to compress in tandem with Sienna's. Despite appearances, those big, round things weren't fully made of iron, after all.

But they weren't far off. For several minutes, the wet, dull thudding and smacking of flesh was punctuated by grunts and yelps while the two females kept smashing their best assets together. The teenagers' large, alarmingly solid boobs continued to rock the brunette's slightly smaller breasts, Danielle's tightly packed 18-year-old titmeat pressing tightly against Sienna's dense flesh as it sought to simply overpower and flatten the opposing set with its springy, youthful firmness. And it felt like the blonde was succeeding!

Each blow from Danielle's wrecking-ball orbs seemed to slam into Sienna's set with greater momentum and effect. Instead of trying to assert their dominance like usual, or at the very least meeting their rivals evenly, her boobs were now struggling just to resist and survive the assault from the teenager's large, meaty pair. Sienna could feel her proud tits quivering violently as they fought - and failed - to hold their ground against their younger adversaries, her normally robust flesh compressing against Danielle's less malleable breast-tissue as it yielded valuable terrain and morphed into a less prominent, compressed shape. Though you'd never get her to admit it aloud, Sienna began to suspect that her boobs simply lacked the punch to match the blonde's rack in pure, raw tit-power. They were giving those big, insanely firm teen tits a serious workout, yes, but also taking heavy damage with each passing moment, and probably weakening at least as rapidly as their counterparts did. She could already feel the dense, inner meat located deep within the cores of her breasts starting to heat up.

But she wasn't going to quit. She just wouldn't. She'd fight like hell, to the bitter end. She would keep bashing tits with this overinflated barbie as long as she could, and continue their slog until one set finally turned to mush and failed completely. If that turned out to be Sienna's own, she would at least make sure that Danielle's once-perfect tits, too, would become a loose, wobbly mess by the end. Resigning herself to the inevitable pain and agony, the brunette put every ounce of her considerable skill and experience to use, deploying a vast array of different feints, jolts and sudden twists of her torso to avoid the blonde's attacks whenever she could, and at least blunt the impact a bit when she couldn't.

This, of course, wasn't the first time Sienna had encountered a pair even firmer than her own. Growing up, there'd always been some girl with small and perky, absolutely rock-hard boobs. The brunette was no novice at how to counter those. Her school's previous queen bee - a lithe gymnast of a bitch one year older than Sienna - had been sporting a set just like that. And while they'd certainly put up a heck of a fight, she'd crushed those pointy things with her own rack in the end. But the key operating word here was 'small'. The two boulders she was fighting against now were as big as they were solid. Defeating knockers like this was a whole another ballgame, and one that required speed and agility along with seriously good staying-power. Both from one's boobs, as well as from their wielder. All Sienna could do was hope that her jugs wouldn't give out before her body finally ran out of steam.

The brunette's mouth pursed in deep concentration as she torqued her hips and swung her jugs against Danielle's right boob from the side, the carefully engineered collision sending the blonde's impacted mammary thudding right into her left teat. The young girl groaned as she felt both of her large, firm breasts shake and wobble independently of each other. Before Danielle's rack had time to settle on her chest, Sienna's next swing saw her left breast crashing into the teenager's left boob. The violence of the blow again forced her meaty gland toward the center of her chest, Danielle's dense orbs bouncing deliciously from the powerful impacts.

Cursing, the high school graduate tried to mirror her opponent's approach and twisted her own shoulders to the left, no doubt hoping to land a quick retaliatory jab against the brunette's waiting teats. But the more experienced fighter saw it coming and immediately dipped down, narrowly avoiding the frustrated blonde's attempt and connecting her set into the blonde's still-quivering pair from below. The sudden double uppercut hit its mark with deadly precision, forcing both of Danielle's thick globes to bounce atop Sienna's.

"Oh yeah, there we go..." Sienna hissed, watching Danielle's pert, perfect tits jiggle and shake from the violent blows with grim satisfaction. "Those puffy things aren-"

She didn't get to finish that sentence as the infuriated-looking blonde let out a growl and punched her left globe into the older girl's right boob, before following up with an identical blow from the other side into Sienna's other mammary. The 28-year-old grimaced mightily as her big boobs morphed around the two brutal tit-punches, reforming back into their usual, full and rounded forms only as the busty teenager pulled her own orbs back. The grin on Danielle's face didn't stay there for long, though, with Sienna launching a new flurry of rapid staccato blows into her opponent's slightly bigger bust, the grunting blonde doing her best to imitate her.

Each pair proved exceedingly durable, absorbing constant damage but doggedly refusing to break down. After another 10 minutes or so of violent tit-rams, bashes and slams, both women had gotten thoroughly exhausted. Slowly, the duo stepped apart, pulling away from one another to take a pause and to catch their breaths. They were both drenched in sweat, their formerly glorious breasts visibly reddened and swollen, and their makeup a smudgy mess.

To her relief, Sienna realized that Danielle was crying. A steady stream of fresh tears flowed down the girl's cheeks even as she kept staring daggers at her. She couldn't be sure if it was more from pain, frustration, fatigue or what, but the busty teen was definitely hurting. Perhaps just as badly as she was? Despite her breasts' very high quality, she could tell that the blonde was still quite new to titfighting, and clearly unaccustomed to the sheer, agonizing torture a prolonged boob-slamming session like theirs unavoidably led to. She'd also spotted her making quite a few beginner's mistakes, which further confirmed the girl's relative inexperience. Sienna silently thanked her lucky stars; she didn't even want to think about the torment this puffed-up highschooler's tits could've dished out if she actually knew what she was doing.

"Why don't you... just give up... you stubborn bitch?" the young blonde wheezed though her tears, panting audibly. "My tits are destroying yours. I know you can feel those old mushy sacks... turning to paste against my firmer rack. You can try to dodge and evade all you want... but we both know that my boobs... are better than yours."

Sienna sucked in several deep breaths as well, hungrily inhaling more precious oxygen. She'd never been more happy about her semi-religious workout regimen, which had enabled her to retain a lean and toned figure that appeared to rival her 18-year-old opponent's in sheer physical fitness.

She shook her head slowly. "You go ahead and quit if it's too much for you, Miss Tits. Your boobs are big, and pretty fucking firm, I'll give you that... but you're outmatched here. I'm in a league above yours. My superior jugs are about to pummel those plump teenage titties flat."

"Jake's face is gonna be priceless when I tell him what... it was like to feel your big, pillowy udders melt against mine. All that loose, totally liquefied titflesh just... oozing around my stronger, sexier breasts."

"Oh fuck you, you old hag!" the younger female flipped her off, Danielle's eyes flashing and her normally cute face morphing into a decidedly angry-looking scowl. "Jake already knows how badly my firm tits outclass your soft and droopy sacks of fat. But after I describe to him exactly what it was like, feeling those ripe-ol'-jugs slowly flatten against my perfect boobs, he's gonna be BEGGING me to fuck him!"

"No he won't. Not after I've pulverized those puffed-up udders of yours, and turned them to mush with my better set," Sienna countered, her tone low, mean and full of promise.

"Tonight, Jake is going to be busy picturing how your saggy, beaten udders just ooze around my dominant set - all the while I ride his brains out, bouncing on his lap and gripping onto his huge, rock-hard dick tight enough to make him see stars. Then, I'm gonna make Jake cum inside me so hard and so deep that he'll forget all about you."

"That's right, barbie-bitch. Tonight, your hunky, handsome fuck-buddy's gonna learn that I'm simply better than you - in every conceivable way!"

With an enraged growl, Danielle charged at her rival. And for once, the highly mobile brunette was caught flat-footed. The 18-year-old's large, dense globes smashed against her stationary pair with a wet and meaty 'smack'. Sienna groaned. Or more like gurgled. She could feel her big tits mold against the invading set of boobs, the blonde's firm, young titmeat burrowing its way deep into the meaty cores of her full breasts, forcing Sienna's flesh to compress and reshape. Rarely had she experienced another woman's best assets displace her own chest like this. Sienna felt her inner tissue, and the ligaments that support a woman's breasts, getting strained to their absolute limit under the pressure, desperately struggling to hold the opposing pair of breasts off.

The brunette grunted and groaned, but arched her back as much as she could, Sienna's taut muscles protesting loudly as she sought to force her bust forward despite the intensely unpleasant sensation. She kept pushing and shoving with all her might in a strenuous effort to bring their chests back into equality. Her normally stout and powerful tits weren't quite getting pushed around by their teenage rivals, but it wasn't lost on her whose pair seemed to control the action, and currently held more of the space between their busts. At least Danielle's set, too, appeared to have softened from its earlier state, the teen's formerly flawless boobs looking quite tender and sore, and reshaping a lot more obviously than at the beginning. Both pairs of breasts were also jiggling noticeably, the two large, supple masses of titmeat straining together as they sought purchase over their rivals.

Sienna was in absolute agony, her flesh burning with hot, searing pain, but she took what solace she could in the young blonde's panting whimpers and flushed, tear-stricken face. The shapely teen was in clear and obvious discomfort, wincing in pain even as she tried to press and pump her tenderized breasts into the brunette's. Sienna's jugs compressed noticeably with each thrust and pistoning motion the blonde, the thick, dense boobmeat inside them spreading out and flattening as it struggled to contain the advance of their younger adversaries. Still, Sienna could feel her boobs continuing to offer stiff resistance, pressing tightly against Danielle's large, firm orbs and causing the blonde's own pair to balloon out quite a bit as well. Encouraged by her rival's breathless gasps and increasingly rattled expression, the brunette kept shoving back stubbornly, pitting her set directly against the blonde's best assets in an intimate test of boob strength and endurance. Every once in a while, Sienna took a small step backwards to gain some added momentum before launching another tit-ram against the blonde's now-wobbling rack. The teen's loud and shaky groan was music to her ears, and she continued her attack despite the intense, throbbing pain that radiated out from the centers of her tits. Gritting her teeth, Sienna kept slamming her chest against Danielle's, and silently willed herself not to back down.

The two busty young women continued to simply ram their sizable busts together repeatedly, Danielle's big, heavy orbs meeting Sienna's slightly smaller breasts in a gruelling series of violent collisions. After five more excruciatingly long minutes, which felt more like months or years really, one female finally let out a wounded wail, slowly falling to her knees.

"S-stop! T-timeout! I need... a minute. It hurts... like hell! My tits are fucking killing me!" the blonde-haired teenager moaned, her voice cracking slightly she took a shaky, shuddering breath and peered up at the older brunette.

Danielle's normally cute face was covered in sweat, tears and runny mascara, and her blonde hair had become glued against her skin, looking nothing like the glamorous cascade of golden curls from before. Further down, the girl's bust was a sight to be seen as well, Danielle's large, pert breasts having turned into two red, swollen masses of jiggly - and unmistakably tender - flesh. They seemed to be hanging much lower on her chest now, with plenty of visible sag, though it was impossible to tell just how much of that change could be explained by her posture, and how much was due to actual damage to the breast-tissue. In any case, the girl's boobs had certainly taken quite a beating.

"No fucking chance... barbie-bitch... we'll finish this... right now..." Sienna panted in response, shaking her head as she followed Danielle to the floor and kneeled down in front of the wavering teen. "My set's about to... tame yours, blondie... They've finally... worn those girly boobies down.... And now, they're gonna grind... your big, fat udders flat!"

The winded and sweaty brunette eagerly wrapped her lean, visibly toned arms around her opponent. Though the blonde's expression seemed far less enthusiastic, she quickly returned the favor, her own sleek limbs quivering from exertion. Both females did their best to ignore the intense, painful burning in their breasts as they pressed their ample but badly tenderized busts together for one last push. While Danielle's big, firm breasts had softened considerably from their earlier condition, and were flattening out quite a bit as the pressure between their chests increased, they appeared to be still holding their own against Sienna's glistening pair.

"You've got some... serious tits there, Danielle." Sienna grumbled in a low, heaving voice, the older woman's face betraying a degree of annoyed, grudging respect. "Most girls' boobs would've... pancaked against mine... a long time ago... but that's not gonna be enough... to save you here... I can tell your puppies are... about to go limp on you... any second now..."

The aggressive, skilled brunette tightened the hug and was awarded with a guttural groan from the younger girl as their meaty chests ground together intimately. Sienna was clearly enjoying Danielle's breathless moans, and her winded taunting only picked up.

"Yeah, you can feel them... slowly making way... for my superior jugs... can't you?" Sienna breathed into the blonde's ear, her hot breath brushing against the teen's skin and causing her to shiver slightly. Rather than pulling away, however, Danielle grit her teeth and mimicked the grinding motion of her opponent, pressing her own rack against the opposing mass of titmeat more tightly. Sienna grunted, but continued with her husky whispering. "Don't worry, Danielle... I'll be gentle... Jake ought to be... coming back from work... soon. He's not gonna be putting... his dick anywhere near you... from here on... but I might let you... watch us fuck each... others' brains out on the... couch over there... might even let you... cum, too... if you behave."

"And if you're a... really good girl... you'll get to eat... me out at the end... You'll get to... lap up Jake's fresh, warm cum... right from my snatch... with your tongue... as a final taste... of defeat..." the brunette half-cackled, half-panted.

Danielle didn't bother answering with her own taunts. Instead, she concentrated on what really mattered: the four mounds of dense - though by now visibly soft and loosened - flesh being pressed together. As the girls ground through their mutual bearhug, the blonde's large boobs seemed to ever-so-slightly encase the brunette's sizable tits, Danielle's minor but noticeable size advantage remaining even as her lead in firmness and density appeared to have all but melted away. Both young women groaned as the thick and resilient, meaty centers of their breasts pressed and strained against one another, their powerful feminine cores meeting in a final test of superiority and dominance.

Sienna's breasts, too, were reddened and sore, clearly having lost much of their normal firmness. The brunette pulled the busty, grunting teenager more tightly towards her, hoping, or begging, that her own strength and stamina would outmatch Danielle's. The girl squeezed back hard at first, but then briefly lowered her head, glancing down at their chests. Danielle watched in apparent fascination how Sienna's thick, supple breasts compressed and morphed as they pushed against her own dense flesh, causing the blonde's once-perfect globes to bend and spread out, both racks molding in apparent stalemate as they met each other very evenly and began to flatten out at the seemingly exact same spot. The cute, shapely teenager's expression was one of astonishment and concern, but she did not back down, instead tightening the embrace once more. The two busty young women continued to battle it out, their taut but now visibly quivering arms firmly wrapped around each other and their breasts continuously grinding against one another. All four mammaries were mushrooming out at the sides, flattening and reshaping and with no appreciable winner being decided.

Sienna was also slowly starting to grow a bit worried. Despite all the punishment she'd delivered, and the agony her own breasts had suffered in the process, those infuriatingly perfect, youthful boobs were STILL continuing to resist Sienna's own set. The supple, springy teenage titmeat inside them kept meeting Sienna's thrusts evenly, pressing and grinding against the brunette's taut, powerful jugs, and simply refusing to yield any more ground than their rivals did. Sienna winced as she felt her opponents' tits try to begin asserting themselves once more. Danielle's intimidatingly dense boobs had of course seemed to take this sort of intimate close-quarters contact more easily in the beginning, but the brunette had thought she'd already managed to pound the firmness out of those pesky teen orbs. Judging by the expression on her face, the blonde was still feeling quite spunky, however.

"Won't be... much longer... now," Danielle wheezed. She looked beyond exhausted, her sweat-slickened hair covering most of her cute face, but the blonde's eyes were burning with plucky determination as she glared at other female. "Those floppy ol'... jugs really are... tough as nails. I can see how... all those girls... lost to you..."

"But they've finally met... their match... My bigger and... firmer boobs are... about to press them... flat against your chest!

"Once Jake gets here... I'm gonna mount him... like the stud he is... and-"

"The fuck you are! Sienna snarled.

Both busty women thrusted, shoved and rubbed their sore, pained jugs together in unison, each of the four breasts flopping over their rivals before returning to their original shape with a weak, meaty wobble. Sienna and Danielle were completely covered in sweat, too tired to even taunt the other at this point. Only the quiet smacking sounds of breast-flesh slipping or slapping on breast-flesh echoed in the room. A few more moments passed with neither girl saying anything, just staring into each other's eyes. Thankfully, the immense, burning pain seemed to have abated somewhat and turned into more of a dull ache or throb, their breasts appearing to have almost gone a bit numb as the swelling began to affect even the nerve endings within.

It was easy to see that both pairs were on their last legs, their bruised, visibly tender breasts shifting and morphing more and more obviously with each passing moment. Sienna's supple teats were bending first at the side and then ballooning out as the blonde's slightly bigger orbs pressed into them, regaining their shape after each pass. Danielle's breasts did much the same, reshaping noticeably as their contents were compressed and slowly spilling outward when the blonde's thick globes passed over and around the brunette's sizable mammaries. Each meeting and contact of their dueling orbs was accompanied by the smacking sound of wet, tenderized flesh. Sienna kept glancing down every now and then, a flicker of doubt appearing on her beautiful face. The brunette was no longer feeling all that confident about her famously powerful boobs' ability to outlast Danielle's large and imposingly firm set. Still, both women groaned just as loudly as they felt more and more of their powerful tits getting displaced, pushed inward by the opposing mass of boobmeat and spreading across their chests.

Sienna, starting to sense that even now, Danielle's 18-year-old boobs continued to hold a tiny advantage in their intimate grinding session, pulled away - and then quickly rammed forward. As she did so, the brunette was still keeping a vise-like grip on her rival's shoulders, making sure that the girl had absolutely no chance of dodging the point-blank range tit-slam. Danielle grunted as she felt both of her tits get pushed in roughly, but gave a small breath of relief once they sprang back to their original shape. Sienna quickly repeated the same shove, once again forcing her opponent's big, round teen breasts to balloon around her own set. Danielle's thick jugs spread out briefly, waves and ripples of soft, tenderized flesh rolling outward. Danielle's groans were as deep as they were loud while brunette began to thrash her sore breasts in earnest. Repeated blows caused the girl's groaning to actually turn into whimpers and moans, and Sienna kept thrusting her breasts further onto her opponent's slightly larger pair with a hungry expression on her face. She ground her thick, heavy teats tightly against Danielle's, and the latter let out a primal gurgle, as if feeling an unfamiliar burn in the cores her tits. Sienna's mouth curled into a tired but triumphant grin as she kept trying to drill her meaty breasts into the blonde's full, ample rack, eager to push Danielle's loosening flesh flat against the girl's chest. In a panic, the horrified-looking teenager began to thrash around in the close hug, swinging her big rack from side to side. Danielle's bountiful teats smacked into Sienna's big jugs with quite a bit of force, causing both girls' tenderized titmeat to bounce and wobble violently.

Clearly taken aback by the sudden, desperate move, Sienna's groan was audibly shocked as she felt her sore mammaries get shoved aside by the teen's bigger and heavier pair, both sets of breasts now shaking all over her place. The brunette grunted again, Danielle having acted fast and slammed her sore boobs against the brunette's still-jiggling teats. The force of the strike sent Sienna's sizable boobs ballooning out, her flesh displaced the younger girl's forceful strike. Danielle kept thrusting, trying to push and grind her large, dense mounds into the opposing set with all her strength. Distinctly breathless-looking Sienna moaned and groaned, feeling the full might and mass of Danielle's 18-year-old titmeat press tightly against her own beleaguered boobs, compressing them severely. The brunette's face was a mask of horrified astonishment as she watched her powerful tits get displaced by the blonde's best assets, Sienna's softened flesh pushing inward and spreading across her chest as both of her tits suddenly seemed to start caving in.

Danielle's face revealed that she, too, could feel her own loosened breasts flattening out and molding against the brunette's inceasingly pliable mammaries, but she didn't ease up on the pressure in the slightest. Instead, both well-endowed females actually tightened their embrace further, their backs arching and coiling as they forced more of their rapidly softening flesh forward, thrusting both pairs of breasts to critical mass.

Entirely unnoticed by them, the scene had received a new spectator. Having just returned from work, Jake was currently standing in the doorway of his and Sienna's small detached home, frozen in place, with a bag of groceries in his arms, and his gaping mouth hanging open. He could do nothing but stare on in silent wonder as the two gorgeous young women he'd been fucking all week went after each other, their sweaty, soft and deliciously jiggly breasts morphing against one another like four big globes of insanely sexy-looking jello. His brain felt like it'd seized up and gone all fuzzy, but there was another part of him that seemed to be working better than ever; Jake's cock was absolutely raging hard.

His lean, beautiful girlfriend hadn't noticed his arrival just yet. She had far more pressing things to worry about, after all. Sienna slowly looked down at their bustlines to see that her rival's large, once-flawless teenage boobs were flattening out slowly, losing more and more of their rounded form as she continued to push her own tits into them. But to her clear and immediate shock, they weren't the only ones doing that. Sienna's own breasts, too, were pancaking visibly, their overwhelmed flesh yielding to the titmeat of her rival's set. Both Danielle's and Sienna's big, imposing boobs were now molding against each other, no longer able to maintain their shape against the opposing set or to resist their advance, and also unable to assert any sort of dominance in return.

The 28-year-old whimpered aloud as she felt her proud, powerful tits fail, Sienna's formerly thick and resilient flesh waving and swimming across her chest freely, almost as if its composition had suddenly transformed and been turned into liquid. Danielle, too, let out a small, quiet sound, something between a whimper and a moan, and watched how her previously pert and perfect, firm breasts seemed to simply melt or ooze against the brunette's teats, their inner meat lazily flowing and reforming around her opponent's equally vanquished breast-tissue. The blonde-haired girl appeared almost mesmerized by the sight, her mouth opening slightly, and her cute, pouty lips forming a surprised-looking 'o'.

Jake could only barely suppress the urge to start stroking his large and girthy member. It was straining against the front of his jeans in an almost painfully tight manner, throbbing and pulsating like crazy, as if trying to rip right through the fabric. The 18-year-old blonde hottie he'd been lucky enough to bump into some weeks ago, and who'd been regularly giving his dick the ride of its life ever since, somehow looked even more incredibly attractive than before. Her shapely, petite body was glistening with sweat, her adorably pretty face was flushed red and glowing, and her usually so perky tits looked delectably soft and supple as they smashed against Sienna's slightly smaller set, with both pairs of breasts appearing to flatten and spread out together into a big puddle of mushy boobmeat.

Never in his young(ish) live, not even once, had he seen anything even remotely as hot as this. Even that video of his girlfriend flattening that busty latina chick, back in college, couldn't compare. Previously, Jake had thought that particular clip was the peak of arousal-inducing scenes. Now he knew better.

Instead of the usual, sultry and smoldering gaze, Sienna's eyes were wide with disbelief as she continued to stare at the sight of her loose, wiped-out breasts flattening against the blonde teen's equally soft mammaries. Slowly, her mind began to grasp what'd happened. There was really no other explanation. She and Danielle had completely flattened each other. Both sets of big, dense jugs had reached their limit and wilted at the same time, the very sructure that made up the robust, thick inner tissue within them apparently breaking down and losing its coherence, disintegrating, almost simultaneously. The brunette could recall witnessing several titfights where the winning rack had struck the final blow only after having first lost much of its own firmness, molding severely even against the defeated mounds of loose titflesh, but she'd only once before seen two pairs of breasts reach their breaking point at the exact same moment.

Danielle, being far less experienced than the brunette, didn't even have that as a reference point. Even the concept of a simultanous tit-flattening was novel to her. In all the titfights she'd ever seen, a dozen or so altogether, there'd always been a winner and a loser. And in both of her own matches, her boobs had crushed the other pair quite convincingly.

The young blonde's lips were still forming that small, cute 'o' shape as she continued to drink in scene in front of her, the girl's normally doe-like eyes currently appearing more like saucers. On her pretty face, Danielle wore a look that was at the same time half-horrified and half-fascinated. Perhaps a bit surprisingly, then, it was the teen who was the first to say something.

"Holy shit, Sienna... we... we really flattened each other. Your tits turned my big boobies to paste... But my set also pounded yours to mush, in return... I... We... I didn't know you could have a draw!" she murmured, almost gushed, to her opponent in a breathless tone. It sounded like she was in awe of what had happened.

"We just... tamed each others' tits!"

Jake couldn't help but think that Danielle looked way too cute for her own good. Not to mention mind-blowingly sexy. He needed to bang this curvy hottie of a highschooler again, A.S.A.P.! If only his very attractive girlfriend wasn't likely going to murder him on the spot if he tried...

"It's a first for me, too..." Sienna muttered quietly, still staring at how their sore, sweaty chests kept molding against each other lazily, all four mammaries completely wiped out. The brunette was apparently still not entirely believing what she saw, and blinked slowly, her mouth seeming to attempt to form words, but failing to do so. Sienna's face, like the blonde's, looked sweaty and flushed, but there was a strange look that Jake couldn't quite decipher. It couldn't be... horniness, could it?

"So... what happens now?" the blonde-haired teenager asked after a brief silence, her soft, throaty voice hoarse and still a bit breathless. "Does this mean... we both get to keep fucking him?"

A loud thud and crashing sound echoed in the room as the large grocery bag, which Jake had completely forgotten he was even holding, slid out from his grasp and promptly fell down to the floor.

"Ohhh shit."


***

[AegonHentaryen]

i definitely prefer option B, even if an option C would have been ever more welcome
Something about the sassy teen

[Augur]

i definitely prefer option B, even if an option C would have been ever more welcome
Something about the sassy teen

...I know exactly what you mean!

For what it's worth, any rematch later down the road, with Danielle having racked up a bit more experience of her own, would be likely to have that exact "option C" result you're looking for.

For the time being, I suspect Jake would happily settle for option B and all its implications...

[AL75]

This is literally the best material for someone to "rack up" experience.

[Augur]

Only now realized I'd forgotten to post the second part here... I suppose it's high time to fix that!


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(Buxom blonde English teacher Mrs. Barton and her former student, Sienna)



Best Tits in Town, Part 2 (Mature vs. Young)

Almost two weeks had passed since Sienna's long and grueling titfight against the cute, perky high school senior, Danielle.



It had taken almost a full week for the swelling in her boobs to finally go away, and longer still for all the bruises to fade. The 28-year-old brunette could still vividly recall the alarming sensation as she'd cupped her injured breasts carefully, their sore, fully tenderized breast-meat jiggling and waving loosely against her palms. Oh yeah, there was no denying it; that little blondie's big, firm teenage boobs had done a real number on Sienna's jugs.



Deep down, Sienna knew that the only reason why she hadn't actually lost to the young girl was her rival's apparent inexperience. Had the blonde not been so green, and known how to make effective use of her epic rack, she suspected that Danielle's 18-year-old boobies would've likely ended up pummeling the brunette's own tits to mush. Well, okay - they'd pretty much done that even as things stood. But at least Sienna had flattened the bitch in return, her thick and meaty jugs slowly wearing those precious teen dreams down and ultimately managing to turn their inner meat into a soft, liquefied goo.



The dazed look on that high school barbie's face had been nothing short of delicious, Sienna grinned, taking a moment to revel in the memory; her rival's tired - no, exhausted - expression slowly morphing into a mask of absolute shock and disbelief as the blonde witnessed her breasts' final resistance begin to break and melt away. The teenager's large, once-unyielding orbs suddenly starting to spread out and collapse, before simply pancaking against her chest with a weak quiver. That breathless, stunned whimper leaving the blonde's parted lips as the girl both saw and felt her best assets get displaced by another pair of breasts.



Hers.



Fuck. Yes.



Danielle had quite possibly the best-looking pair of tits Sienna had ever laid her eyes on - and she'd seen her fair share of impressive racks. They were big, pert and very, very firm. Insanely attractive. Perfect, even. Almost too good to be real. And they'd felt every bit as dense and powerful as they looked. Just incredibly nice tits all around.



Yet Sienna had flattened them. Her thick, strong 28-year-old breasts had gone to war with those epic teen tits, and successfully ground them to paste. For the very first time, apparently; Danielle had said that no one'd ever tamed her boobs before, and Sienna had no real reason to doubt her. The girl's reaction for one seemed to confirm it.



Fortunately for her, the busty highschooler had obviously been very fresh, still - way less seasoned than Sienna herself was at the same age, actually. With a bit of luck, this novel experience might be enough to dissuade the girl from titfighting altogether. That way, Sienna would never need to face a more skilled Danielle - one who would almost certainly have some wins under her belt - in a potential rematch. With tits like those, the teen would make a very dangerous opponent for any woman.



But for now, Sienna had bigger problems to worry about. Quite literally.



A couple days after her match against Danielle, she'd received a message from a number she hadn't recognized:



"I know it was you who pounded my daughter's tits flat. No, she didn't rat you out. But this is a small town, and I know half the people in it. When your tits have recovered enough, text me. You'll finally get what you've always wanted. Emmeline Barton."


Now, Sienna was no fool. She knew that her boobs had received a serious beating in the brawl with Danielle, and there was no way she'd take any chances with something as important as this. The brunette had wanted to be absolutely sure she was in top form before going up against her old nemesis. So she'd waited patiently until her boobs had healed up fully, regaining their supple and almost flawlessly rounded teardrop form, before even thinking about replying to the message.


A few years earlier, back in Sienna's younger, more rash days, the brunette had once made the mistake of rushing into a match too soon after the previous one. She'd been attending her cousin's 19th birthday party, and gotten half-cajoled, half-dared into going tit-to-tit with said cousin's half-Chinese girlfriend. She'd been a couple months older than him, and supposedly knew a thing or two about bashing boobs with other girls. That Asian had been a thin, slinky little thing, not particularly tall or athletic, and certainly hadn't seemed too blessed with curves. A lower-end C-cup, if that, with no real ass to brag about. All in all, Sienna had been thoroughly unimpressed.



True to her style, the brunette had started out pretty cockily, but then quickly found herself having to reassess the situation; even though the Asian girl's rack was fairly compact, and at best on par with her own in firmness, their boob-wrestling bout had turned out to be frustratingly even and closely fought, with a gassed-out Sienna eventually managing to score only a narrow, visibly hard-earned win against the less busty girl. To make things worse, Sienna's cousin, along with a bunch of his friends, had all been there to witness the whole debacle. To say that the brunette had been annoyed would've been underselling it by quite a bit; Sienna had just finished her sophomore year of college at that point, and possessed a reputation to maintain.



Luckily for Sienna, her embarrassment had come to an end only three weeks later, when the svelte Asian girl - no doubt buoyed by her near-success at taming the famously tough, semi-legendary boobs of her boyfriend's cousin - proposed a rematch. The guys may also have been pestering her for another show. In any case, instead of improving upon her earlier performance, as the girl had probably hoped, this second encounter proved much shorter and rather one-sided, with Sienna 'avenging' her previous, less-than-stellar victory with a much more convincing result. The brunette had no trouble recalling the Chinese girl's winded, incredulous moans as her perky little boobs began to succumb to Sienna's bigger and more powerful orbs. The Asian babe's rack had been hard-pressed to hold off and contain their rivals' advance for the first five minutes, struggling to maintain their rounded shape in the initial grind, and then quickly starting to lose ground during the boob-jabbing bout that followed. The girl had strained her bust against Sienna's meatier mounds with all her might, but only a few minutes later, it'd all been over. Watching those pert, sexy young boobs melt against her own set had been so satisfying, and even now, several years later, the memory did not fail to bring a smile to Sienna's lips.



If only all her opponents found themselves so clearly outgunned against her jugs. The brunette's next rival would be sure to offer much more of a challenge, she knew.

Sienna briefly thought about just how big, heavy and solid Danielle's tits had felt. Their combination of substantial size and impressive, almost intimidating firmness wasn't simply unusual, but as far as Sienna was concerned, unprecedented. Precious few girls could claim to match the blonde's rack in sheer tissue density. And fewer yet, in the brunette's experience at least, would be able to compete with her when it came to mass and volume as well. That teen had a seriously potent pair of boobs.



The girl's mother, who she appeared to have inherited her epic jugs from, was certain to be a serious foe as well. The curvy teacher was a seasoned fighter, with a level of experience that exceeded her daughter's (thankfully) meagre skill by an order of magnitude. However, Sienna also knew that unlike Danielle's, Emmeline Barton's tits were far from youthful. The woman's rack had gone through childbirth, probably breast-feeding as well, and had faced two extra decades of gravity taking its toll. No matter how good her jugs had been when she was Danielle's age, they couldn't be nearly as impressive now. Reassured by that fact, Sienna at last began to text Mrs. Barton back.



"I'm ready. My place?" Was all she sent.



"I've been waiting. Be there soon." Arrived the terse reply.



Sienna didn't have to wait for long. She heard Mrs. Barton's car pulling up in the driveway only five or so minutes later, and glanced out of the window to see the woman getting out of a sleek and sporty-looking coupe. The blonde had apparently been dolling up for some event, since she was wearing a snug red dress, full make up, and heels.



Mrs. Barton was still an attractive woman. Actually, she might even look a tad hotter now than she did back when Sienna herself was in high school, ten years prior. The teacher's already buxom body had filled out a bit more since those days, and somehow, nearly all of that extra padding appeared to have gone to the right places. Only a few errant pounds had ended up in her lower torso, forming traces of what people colloquially referred to as 'love handles', but even those seemed to mostly just enhance the blonde's already pronounced hourglass proportions. The genes in these bitches' family had to be crazy good, Sienna frowned, trying not to look as jealous as she felt. On the rare occasions when the brunette had a weak moment and indulged in things she shouldn't really be eating, the weight she gained definitely did not get distributed that well.

She looked on intently as Emmeline Barton began to strut towards the entrance. The blonde seemed to walk with a purpose, her back straight and posture flawless.

Sienna opened the door just as her rival was about to knock, taking the opportunity to run her eyes up and down the older female's physique. She drank it all in, up close and personal, and her lips slowly turned into a scowl. The bitch looked positively voluptuous. Not fat, just thick and... so damn busty. Almost like some blonde-haired cousin of Christina Hendrics'. She found herself resenting her old arch enemy even more, if that was possible.



"Sienna," was all the woman offered as a greeting.



"Mrs. Barton," the brunette replied curtly.



The mature woman chuckled. "Please, I think we're beyond that now, aren't we? You can call me Emily for now. Afterwards, I'll have you address me as ma'am."



Sienna snickered, "Okay, Emily... how 'bout I just call you cow?"



Emily's reply was entirely non-verbal as she began to remove her dress without another word. The shoulder-straps of her dress slid off first, before the blonde proceeded to shimmy out of the garment. Sienna was immediately surprised by several things. First, the older woman apparently hadn't bothered to wear a bra. Secondly, she had a good reason for that - the blonde's tits looked fabulous. They were still full and mostly rounded, and sat quite high on her chest, especially when accounting for age. They weren't pert and perfect like Danielle's, and seemed to feature a noticeable if limited amount of hang, but there was something rather majestic and imposing about their shape. Frankly, they looked like a pair of juicy, ripened cannonballs. The mature woman's breasts were bigger than her daughter's, and had probably close to two full cup sizes over Sienna's own set. As the brunette finally moved her gaze lower, she noticed that the woman wasn't wearing any underwear.



"Feel free to call me whatever you want, Sienna. I'm going remind you exactly why you never dared to try your luck against me in high school." The woman's smirk was as smug as it was brazen.



"You always were so eager to show off your cute little titties to everyone who'd spare you a second glance, and yet you never plucked up enough courage to test them against these beauties," the mature blonde noted, hefting her huge, heavy globes a bit and causing them to jiggle sexily against her palms. "That was very smart of you, Sienna dear. Back then, you would've been even more embarrassed to lose against me than you will be now."



Sienna smiled, her toothy grin matching the older woman's in predatory look and intent. "Oh, I'm going to have to much fun breaking down those fat, puffed-up udders with my firm rack... But really, no underwear? Seriously? That seems a bit raunchy, even for you."



"Oh honey, I wear underwear on most days. Just not on Fridays. It's the day I fuck principal Thomas in his office."



Sienna spat out laughing. That was quite the mental image! She remembered principal Thomas well, as did most girls who'd gone to their school, she suspected. He'd been quite a treat back then; a statuesque-looking man with long and curly hair, a deep baritone voice, and warm, dreamy eyes. She knew of more than a few girls in her senior year who'd deliberately gotten themselves into detention just so that they could try and seduce him after school. Without much success, as far as Sienna knew. While principal Thomas had to be in his early fifties by now, she'd gathered that he still looked eminently fuckable. The buxom blonde English teacher certainly seemed to think so.



Still shaking her head, Sienna grabbed the hem of her shirt and began to peel the garment away. She whipped off her own top in one fluid motion, revealing a more compact but also appreciably less pendulous-looking pair of tits. The older woman's gaze glued onto the brunette's dense orbs immediately, and Sienna breathed in deeply, inflating her bust for maximum effect. Though not as massive as the blonde's, or even her teenage daughter's, for that matter, the brunette's boobs were plenty big enough. Sienna took no small amount of satisfaction in the fact that this time, her pair appeared to hold a clear edge in perkiness over the blonde's huge, heavy pair. Based on her rival's calculating look, the teacher had noticed it, too.



"Hmm, not bad, I suppose," the voluptuous mature woman observed in a casual tone. "Barely more than a handful, but rather plump and nice-looking all the same. Those ought to make a decent addition to my collection."





"Keep dreaming, skank. Or maybe you've gone senile already?" the brunette hissed. "Your saggy old pillows don't stand a chance against my firmer jugs. They didn't then, and they don't now."


To say that Sienna was eager to get started was an understatement. She had been waiting for this for ten long years. Her tits were swelling with some type of hormonal surge, her nipples felt as hard as they'd ever been, and her heart was pounding with anticipation. Emily Barton's areolae looked big and round, much like her breasts, and her nipples were visibly thick and turgid. Sienna expected this match to end up being quite a slog, but felt fully confident in her tits' ability to tame the set before her. She had flattened countless high school and college babes over the years, out-boobing all those busty teens and stacked twenty-somethings almost without fail. Aside from a few isolated fluke losses early on in her rookie days, her breasts had always managed to humble their rivals. And unlike before, on this particular occasion, she was fortunate enough to be facing an opponent who was well past her prime.



So what if this old broad still had a pretty potent-looking rack?


"Okay, enough with the chit-chat... let's tussle," Sienna called. She didn't need to tell her opponent twice.


The two women rammed their tits together without any further ado in a veritable clash of titans. The resulting markedly loud and fleshy thudding-sound was followed by two groans, and both fighters chose to simply keep their mashed chests in place for a moment. As they slowly recovered from the initial shock, gradually starting to push and grind their large, thick breasts against each other, a few things quickly became obvious. Emily Barton's tits were definitely a lot bigger than her daughter's - Sienna could tell the difference even as her own big rack was engulfed for the second time in so many weeks by the titflesh of a blonde-haired Barton woman. Sienna also quickly began to suspect that if she had actually tried to fight the buxom teacher in her younger days, she very likely would've gotten her boobs squashed. The skill disparity alone would've been crippling. But Sienna had learned much since, and at the same time, the passing of time had undoubtedly softened Emily Barton's tits quite a bit. As a consequence of that, the amount of pressure and discomfort they were currently generating against Sienna's boobs was nowhere near as bad as it'd been when she'd battled her daughter Danielle, just a few weeks earlier.



Now, the voluptuous mature did have a serious pair of jugs. Full, ample and mostly spherical. A lot nicer than most sets, especially at that size. Each thick and meaty globe felt impressively dense as they strained against the brunette's bust, bending and morphing deliciously but holding their shape way better than they had any right to. There was no point trying to deny that. Sienna could easily picture the blonde's best assets sparring against the boobs of some well-endowed housewife, and quickly grinding the poor woman flat right in front of her husband. Or son. She'd even believe them capable of taking on your typical top-heavy college babe, and ultimately wearing out the girl's youthful set in a long marathon bout. But they weren't quite a match for Sienna's own rack in sheer tissue density. Not anymore, at least.



She wasn't the only one to reach that conclusion. Her opponent had been studying the ebb and flow of their ample, tightly mashed busts closely, the blonde's eyes starting to narrow slightly as she watched Sienna's orbs continue to resist her efforts at simply pressing the smaller pair of tits flat. While that approach still worked on most racks, and did cause even the brunette's evidently quite firm flesh to compress noticeably, it wasn't having quite the desired effect here. If anything, the buxom teacher's own breasts looked to be getting pushed in a bit more obviously than the brunette's. No matter. Emily hadn't really expected anything different.



As much as she loved feeling her jugs displace and dominate the breasts of women half her age, and relished seeing the stunned, disbelieving expressions on their faces as her meaty globes slowly overpowered their lesser jugs, the mature blonde wasn't in the habit of lying to herself. The days when she could win just about any match by simply grabbing her opponent in a bearhug and then squeezing their tits to paste were over. She needed to be more tactical now, and pick her angles of attack a bit more carefully. Luckily, Emily was well capable of that, too.



Her sudden jump upwards took Sienna by complete surprise. The brunette had only barely registered the motion when her breasts seemed to explode, the mature woman's huge, heavy mammaries crashing into hers from above with full force. The sheer mass and density of those mighty jugs, combined with the effect and momentum of gravity, caused Sienna's full, supple teats to reshape violently. They were still busy bouncing all over the brunette's chest when Emily followed through with a horizontal ram. Her well-honed aim was dead accurate, and Sienna couldn't hold back a moan as she felt her firm, pert breasts splay out briefly.

"What's the matter, dear? Too much tit for you?" the blonde asked with a small but distinctly satisfied chortle as she began to back up for another ram.



This time, however, the lean brunette beat her to the punch. Emily's massive, thickly padded globes dented mightily as Sienna's more compact pair barreled straight into them, the teacher's plentiful flesh continuing to shake and wobble like crazy even as all four mammaries spread out against their counterparts.



"You were saying?" the younger female hissed, working hard to drill her tits deeper into the blonde's large mounds, and doing her best to keep their sets in close contact. "I can already feel my firmer tits starting to push their way into these mushy old saggers."



While Sienna's breasts were certainly trying to do exactly that, she could tell that the opposition wasn't quite ready to part for hers just yet. The biggest set of knockers she'd ever faced belonged to that skank Bethany, whose mammoth jugs Sienna had tamed when she was still in her teens. Back then, the hot, buxom teacher's rack had seemed somewhat smaller in comparison, but given its little 'growth spurt' in recent years, Sienna reckoned that the two blondes now probably ranked pretty close terms of sheer volume. The level of resistance these massive udders were currently offering against her firm, round tits felt oddly familiar as well, and she suddenly found herself curious to know if Bethany had ever gone tit-to-tit with the older woman.



The brunette made a quick mental note to ask about that later on. For now, she had more important things to focus on. Like pounding a certain high school English teacher's big, fat tits to a pulp.



The pace of their engagement began to slowly pick up even as the women continued testing out each other's boob power, strength and resilience in a decidedly intimate way. Grunts, gasps and muffled growls mixed in with the fleshy slapping of titflesh. Soon enough, both were slamming their breasts together in a rapid, uneven rhythm. Right, left, both, right, they traded 'punches' like two heavy-weight boxers. Their nipples clashed and dueled, causing either to wince when one got the better of the other. Both recognized the other as an experienced fighter, and Emily suddenly understood how this woman had managed to flatten her daughter's perfect 18-year-old breasts, even though Danielle's set was the objectively better pair.



How exactly did she know that? That'll be a story for another time.



As their fight wore on, the fighters' hair became damp with sweat, and their skin slick with oil. Their tits, too, swelled and became even more sensitive than before. Their nipples started to throb and soften, and the bulky, dense flesh on which they perched became bruised and red. While grunting and straining had marked the beginning of the battle, the noises they were making had now turned into groans and moans. The pace of the fight itself had slowed down considerably. Both women were gasping for oxygen, their exertion evident.



After a few additional rounds of wild 'boob-punches' and heavy, reckless 'tit-haymakers', the duo suddenly paused, as if by some silent agreement. Both slowly backed apart, their chests heaving with each panted breath.



"Your plump little boobies are starting to wilt against mine, Sienna..." the voluptuous teacher murmured between gulps of air. "I know you can feel it, too."



"It's time for you to admit that my breasts are just plain better than yours. You'll need to quit before I pulverize your rack completely..."



Sienna half-snorted, half-panted, "Oh, honey... at one time in your life... at one point... that may have been true... but it sure as heck isn't true, anymore... principal Thomas will be so sad when he doesn't have decent handholds to grab onto when he bends you over his desk next Friday..."



Emily smiled despite the pain. It was a funny jab. Might even be accurate. Her tits were hurting quite badly already. But she was going to beat this upstart of a bitch, and flatten her big, arrogant tits, no matter the cost.



Sienna was talking trash, but she wasn't sure how much more she could take. If she was totally honest with herself, Emily Barton's tits might actually be better than hers. Even now, just a year or two short of forty, those huge, meaty jugs were fully holding their own against her decade-younger pair, meeting Sienna's best assets shove for shove, and even starting to make some headway against the brunette's set on a few particularly good rams. If she had challenged the voluptuous blonde when the woman was still in her early thirties, the bitch would have flattened her almost without a doubt. Ten years ago, as a teenager, Sienna wouldn't have stood a chance. But that was all beside the point. They were here and now. And the brunette was going to win this fight, and claim the much-coveted title of 'best boobs in town' for herself. That was all that mattered.



They crashed together again. Hard. Two large, dense masses of breastmeat collided against each other with a force that seemed to shake the entire room, with wild, fleshy ripples waving outward from both sets of stricken mammary glands. The violent impact hurt, causing each chesty female to yelp and to stumble backwards, both fighters cradling their big, visibly wounded breasts and groaning in pain for a few seconds. But they were quick to recover, and promptly did it again. Like before, Emily's tits swelled, appearing to almost engulf Sienna's smaller orbs. But this time, both could also feel Sienna's boobs punch and press their way deep into the blonde's thick, ample flesh, the brunette's dense inner tissue burrowing inward and straining against the meaty cores of Emily's massive breasts in a truly unpleasant way. It was beyond painful; the feeling was almost primal in its intensity. No woman had ever managed to spear the blonde's superb, powerful boobs like this. The voluptuous teacher gasped at the unfamiliar sensation as her proud mammaries were pierced by the younger female's firm pair for a brief moment. Emily's knees suddenly buckled, and the buxom mature slowly slid down onto the floor, her mouth hanging open in what looked like profound shock.

It took Emily a good while to comprehend, and longer yet to accept, the significance of what she'd just felt. In all of her life, nothing like this had ever happened to the buxom woman. Not even in the two worst titfighting losses she'd suffered - both back in college, to a president of another sorority, and to a recent pledge of her own, respectively. That first defeat had been against a tall and skinny redhead, whose tits were nevertheless even bigger than her own, and the second against a young, somewhat chunky Hispanic girl who'd been built like the proverbial brick shithouse, her bust being no exception. While each of those females had ultimately been able to pummel her own rack to mush, their breasts had never penetrated Emily's own titflesh like this, never speared into her boobs this brutally, this demoralizingly. They'd never violated her pride and joy in this fashion. No woman ever had.



Actually, Emily had never lost a single titfight to a female with breasts smaller than her own, come to think of it. At least not before today.



The buxom, mature blonde scrambled back onto her feet quickly. Or at least as quickly as she was able. Her face was flushed and visibly red with exertion from the long, grueling fight - as well as from humiliation. She had been brought to her knees, in the most literal sense imaginable, by a younger woman that was appreciably less busty than she was.



"Not so tough anymore, huh, Emily?" Sienna taunted her with a small smirk. She was proud of herself. Not cocky or arrogant. Just glad to have hurt the other woman. The brunette was starting to feel pretty good about her chances against the mature teacher. Sienna's tits had taken everything those fat, overinflated mammaries could offer, and not budged. Soon, they would knock this top-heavy old broad right down from her perch.


Meanwhile, the freshly-humbled blonde couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety even as she readied herself to go back into battle. She'd started out this match secure in the knowledge that her glorious breasts would be sure to prevail over their smaller, lesser adversaries. She wasn't so certain anyone.



The fight had gone longer than either had expected, and almost as long as either woman had ever fought. They were both beyond exhausted.



Sienna knew she needed to finish this fight. She had the buxom teacher exactly where she wanted her. The brunette's dream, the thing she'd fantasized about for so long, was finally about to come true. She was going pummel this top-heavy MILF's huge, flabby jugs into a liquefied goo with her superior rack.



Emily, on the other hand, knew that she needed to put this upstart of a bitch - who'd already trashed her daughter's big, perfect teen tits like they were nothing - back in her place. If she didn't, the brunette could rightly claim to have the best pair of breasts in the entire town. She would not allow that. Not if she could at all help it.



They crashed together once more. There was no yielding - except in their tits. Both sets had softened from their normal state quite significantly, and compressed readily from the impact. They continued to push their breasts against one another, grinding them together with all their might. The ache in Sienna's chest was like nothing she had ever experienced, burning with that felt like white, hot pain, and for the first time in her life, her knees buckled and she went down. On all fours, with her big, meaty tits hanging beneath her, the brunette realized that even their own weight hurt enough to make her eyes water. Sienna's sweat-slickened hair hung around her face a curtain. She blinked back the tears.



It was Emily's turn to taunt now. "What's the matter, bitch? Not feeling so cocky all of a sudden? Are you? Get up and face me like a woman already, so I can finish those bouncy little saggers off."



The brunette complied without uttering a single word. Determined not to show any further weakness in front of the chesty blonde, Sienna fought through her pain and slowly got to her feet. A bit unsteadily perhaps, but she got up all the same. The two women simply looked at each other for a moment, both secretly stunned by the damage they had wrought upon the other. Their nipples were no longer erected, and their formerly beautiful breasts weren't just tender, but swollen, and sat much lower on their chests than before. Both sets frankly looked downright misshapen, not to mention badly discolored. They both knew that this was the end of the line. Neither could go on much longer. Their tits were very much on their last legs.



"Bearhug?" Sienna asked between pants, knowing that it was her best chance at a victory, given the relative firmness of their tits. Normally, the brunette could state with some considerable amount of pride that she had the vast majority of teenagers beat in sheer boob density. In the condition her breasts were right then, though, a bustier-than-average retiree could've probably squeezed the brunette's pair flat.



Luckily for Sienna, the same could be said of her opponent. The voluptuous older woman's usually full and rounded teats looked like they'd been through a wringer, drooping noticeably. Emily, however, was well aware that she lacked the energy for anything more strenuous than a hug. Her tank was damn near empty, and she was mostly running on fumes already. Besides, it wasn't like her breasts were somehow fundamentally unsuited for the task at hand.



Just a year prior, one of her students had challenged the blonde to a grinding-only, close quarters test of breast-tissue resilience and strength. The girl in question - a high school senior, and captain of the cheerleading team, as it happened - had apparently already bested all her teammates' racks, and been issued with a dare to grind out the school's famously well-endowed English teacher. She had certainly been an impressive specimen, the taut, visibly athletic black girl looking almost like some mythical warrior princess as she'd approached the mature blonde with her sizable bust bared, and with those full, rich caramel-toned boobs jiggling deliciously with each graceful step. They'd been smaller than her own, but definitely large for the girl's frame, and looked absolutely gorgeous. Thick and meaty, with a very pleasantly feminine teardrop shape. Not as firm and perky as hers had been at the same age, but very, very attractive all the same. Quite possibly the sexiest pair of tits Emily had ever seen. And that was saying something.



She could still recall the girl's look of fascination and awe when she'd removed her own bra and proceeded to slowly push her breasts forward, pressing her mature mammaries into the teen's big, supple boobs and causing their titflesh to start morphing and compressing against one another. To the cheerleader's surprise, the displacement in their racks had seemed very even right from the start, the teacher's massive jugs straining against the dark-skinned girl's young, beautiful breasts and meeting their thrusts with equal force and resistance. Due to the non-kinetic nature of the engagement, that contest of pure boob-power had taken quite a long while to settle. Not that she'd had any reason to complain; the hypnotic ebb and flow of breastmeat, their two sets of thick, meaty mammaries inching forward for a moment and then slowly getting pressed backwards, constantly mashing more and more tightly together, had been... quite enjoyable.



Emily had no idea of just how long all that shoving, grinding and rubbing of boobs had actually lasted, but by the time one pair finally began to show signs of weakening, she'd been soaking wet, all over - both from perspiration, and from raw, unfettered arousal. In the end, it'd been Emily's larger, older breasts that managed to outlast the cheerleader's sexy chocolate orbs. The taut ebony teen's shock and astonishment had been palpable as she'd simply stared at the sight in silence, watching how the paler, ampler mass of breast-meat slowly, gradually, started to take over the space between their busts. Emily had been doing much of the same, feeling the dense, robust tissue inside her jugs refuse to yield any more of their bulbous shape even as the black girl's proud but evidently less resilient orbs slowly continued to spread out more and more obviously. There'd been no need to flatten her rival completely, the teen whispering her surrender in a shaky, breathless voice once it became obvious whose breasts had begun dominating the action.



The sex she'd had with that dark, toned hottie of a highschooler afterwards had been memorable to say the least, as had been the subsequent threesome a couple of days later, with the gorgeous young cheerleader's nearly as attractive boyfriend joining them for an entire night of carnal pleasures. Stipulating that particular scenario as her stakes before agreeing to match tits with the girl had been quite a masterstroke from Emily, in more ways than one, and she'd enjoyed several additional late-night romps with the two teens before they'd graduated and left town to attend college. She idly wondered if they were still together. They'd certainly made a very cute couple. Emily let her thoughts briefly drift back to the way the lust-riddled boy had worshipped his high school sweetheart's soft and pliable, freshly-tamed teats with his tongue on that first night, eager to show his appreciation for the ebony beauty's defeated but still undeniably attractive-looking rack.



The blonde teacher knew that there would be no such happy aftermath on offer this time. From what she'd gathered, the brunette was vehemently opposed to sharing her boyfriend even on a good day, and the entire tone of their engagement had been far too hostile and aggressive to lend itself to any kind of 'make love and make up' post-match session. Frankly, she preferred it this way. The arrogant, abrasive brunette before her did not deserve a blissful release - she needed to be taught a lesson.



Emily nodded slowly, meeting Sienna's hard, smoldering gaze and stepping towards the younger female. No further taunts were exchanged as the two chesty women wrapped their arms around each other and began to squeeze, both determined to grind the last vestiges of resilience out of their rival's tits. Neither was able to stifle a stream of gasps and whimpers as they felt their loosened, badly worn-down boobflesh mold against and around their equally wounded counterparts. The two females stumbled about the fishing shack, naked and drenched in sweat as the hot, steamy evening penetrated every part of their bodies. They rested their heads on the other woman's shoulder because they had to put all of their strength and energy into the battle between their chests. Their breasts were compressed from a pressure neither could tolerate, not quite fully flattened yet, but severely distorted and so far morphed from their usual, full and rounded forms that each mammary felt like they were about to burst.



"Give it up, you little bitch..." hissed Emily, straining her back as she tried to thrust the entire heft of her huge mammaries against the opposing mass of titmeat. Waves of loose, fleshy breast-tissue rolled back and forth between them, neither set able to hold its shape against their rivals and wobbling freely with every shove or push. "Surrender now, Sienna, before I have to ruin your plump little titties permanently."



"You submit to me, you fat cow!" the brunette spat back in reply. "I know you can feel your mushy udders getting ground to paste by my sexy, firm boobs. Save what little attractiveness those old sacks still have left, and just admit that mine are superior," she growled, her voice almost breaking from exertion. Tears were streaming down Sienna's cheeks and falling onto the wooden floor. She had never suffered such pain.



Their legs trembled and both women almost fell to the floor. But only one could win this battle. However grudgingly, they had gained a degree of mutual respect for one another, on some level. But their venom and competitive nature would never let them agree to a tie. They were in agony, but still determined to fight things out to a decisive outcome. Both could feel their ligaments straining as they ground their big, proud breasts together with almost reckless abandon, the dense breastmeat inside their tits compressing more and more obviously as it was slowly brought towards the breaking point. All four globes morphed and reshaped under the immense pressure, quivering with violent, desperate anticipation. Each knew that this encounter could only end with one woman's complete destruction - at least until their tits had time to recover once more. The psychological effects of a major defeat often proved much more long-lasting than any physical damage suffered by the loser's rack.



Speaking of losers. The woman in question recognized the sudden change deep inside her breast-tissue instantly - and so did the winner.



"OH MY FUCKING GAAAWDD!!!" the loser wailed, screaming out in horror and pain, in equal measure. Both of her breasts, almost in sequence, seemed to explode with sheer agony as the pressure from the opposing pair finally overpowered and broke them, almost as if the titmeat deep inside had lost all its cohesion and turned liquid in an instant. The visual comparison seemed to confirm this, as one pair of once-rounded mammaries quite simply flattened and pancaked, its flesh oozing out to the sides like half-melted butter, allowing the other pair of boobs to displace them almost entirely without resistance. In hindsight, the sensation must've been the loser's ligaments rupturing. Incredible pain washed over the women and she fell to the floor, crying, cradling the mighty weapons that had now failed her.



The victor wasn't admittedly faring that much better. She could tell that her own breasts had come very close to breaking down as well, the tough, famously resilient inner tissue deep within having turned alarmingly loose and tender, a sign of an imminent total collapse. While her chest had ultimately held its cohesion just long enough to prevail over their counterparts, the pulsating pain that emanated from her near-ruined set was severe enough to cause the panting, white-faced female to stumble back and fall on her supple ass rather unceremoniously.



"Ohhh my gawwwd... my tits... you bitch, what did you do to them..." whimpered the loser as she began to sob in earnest, no longer able or even concerned about trying to mask her agony. "Oh, gawwwd... my fucking tits... you've ruined my tits..." she cried, rocking herself back and forth as a flood of tears freely streamed down her cheeks.

The other woman slowly looked up from her own, visibly damaged rack, and fixed a steely glare at the opponent.



"You're done, slut. Those puny tits of yours, the ones you were always so proud of, are gone now. And we both finally know who had the superior set all along. Not that I ever doubted it, really. Just had to prove it." The winner growled stoically through her own agony. Slowly, carefully, she rose to her feet, cradling her tits gingerly as she leaned to look down at her defeated rival. At the woman whose best assets she had just vanquished. Tamed. Subjugated.



The winner used her hands to support her own injured tits, taking care to move slowly and gently while she slipped back into her clothes. The loser, meanwhile, remained slumped on the floor, but was now whimpering rather than sobbing.



Emmeline Barton looked down at Sienna Cooper one last time, a cold sneer marring her otherwise beautiful face. "You were never all that great, Sienna. Just happened to have nicer tits than your friends did."



"You never truly had the best rack in the school. And now, you've finally learned the truth."



"Oh, before I forget... don't ever fuck with my daughter again. I'll flatten you in front of your man, and take him for myself, if you do. Are we clear?"



Sienna gave no audible reply, but after a while her head seemed to make the slightest of nods. That was enough for the older woman.



With that, the buxom blonde teacher strutted out the door as confidently as she could. It would be a good, long while before her boobs would be up to the job of flattening anyone...